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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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The Present Race

Fandom: RPF, American Actor RPF, British Actor RPF, Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, Gwilym Lee, Ben Hardy, Original Female Character, Original Child Character, Rami Malek,

Word Count: 1100// Rating: Gen

Summary: It's time for a birthday but who will win first place in the present race?

Tags/ Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Kids, Babies, Birthday Parties, Borhap Cast, Friends, Established Relationship, Requested Fic, Request

Notes: working my way through requests. They're now closed till after halloween challenge

REQUEST - @borhapgirlforlife19

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader oneshot where it's their daughter's first Birthday and they have a party at their house with Joe's family, reader's family, and the Borhap cast there? Also, Joe sits on the floor opening her gifts with his daughter beside him and she helps Joe tear off the wrapping paper and she lights up when he shows her the gifts and everybody takes pictures and gushes over how adorable she is?

‘Oh open mine first,’ Rami said grabbing a sleek square parcel off of the floor and handing it to Joe. He was sitting on the floor of the lounge, piles of presents around him and his daughter, Ellie, in between his legs. She was watching everyone excitedly though she didn’t quite understand the reason they were all gathered around was for her. It was her first birthday and though Joe and Y/N hadn’t gone all out with a massive birthday party they had invited their close friends around for dinner and cake to celebrate.

‘Oh yeah put us all to shame,’ Ben chuckled as Joe took it off his friend.

‘Yeah, get in first and hope we can’t outdo right Rami?’ Gwilym said with a smile.

‘What can I say,’ he shrugged, ‘there’s a reason he picked me to be godfather.’

‘We picked,’ Y/N said coming to sit down beside Rami on the couch.

‘Shall we just get our coat, Ben?’ Gwilym said with a chuckle.

‘Think we better had mate,’ Ben chuckled.

Before anyone could say anything else Ellie made a frustrated noise. She had been sitting looking up at Joe who was unknowingly holding the present just out of her grasp. Joe noticed her and said, ‘oh sorry honey.’

He placed the package on the floor where she immediately started to paw at it grasping the neat wrapping in her chubby grip. With a giggle of excitement, she yanked at it squealing as chunks of it started to come off in her hand.

‘Be careful mate,’ Ben said, ‘she might have your hand off.’

‘She’s got good taste,’ Rami said. Soon enough Joe started helping her and they pulled off all the wrapping paper until it was completely unwrapped. It was a small shoe box which once Joe opened revealed a tiny pair of trainers.

‘Are those trainers?’ Ben asked.

‘Not just any they’re bloody Gucci,’ Gwilym said with a whistle.

‘Nice,’ Joe said, ‘I mean she will one hundred per cent kick them off after five minutes but they’re pretty neat.’

‘Oh they’ll be on the floor of any store we go to within seconds but they’re pretty cute I must say,’ Y/N said.

As if to prove her parent’s point Ellie took that opportune moment to grab one of the shoes in her scrunched-up fist and launch it out towards where the boys were sitting though it somehow went backwards clunking Joe on the head.

‘Ouch,’ Joe said which only made her giggle.

‘Well that was worth it even if she won’t wear them,’ Rami laughed.

‘Yeah very funny,’ Joe grumbled. His moaning wasn’t taken notice of for long though as Ellie was up off her bottom and crawling towards the neat pile of presents a little way out of her reach. She grabbed out for one but Joe merely leaned forward and took it out of her reach.

‘Dada,’ she grumbled though her pout seemed to retreat as he placed it in front of her. She immediately started tugging the paper off.

‘I guess we’re not allowed to know who this one is off are we El,’ Y/N chuckled.

‘It’s me,’ Gwilym said as Ellie continued to ravage what was now showing to be a big box. The box was brightly coloured something that seemed to get the baby’s attention immediately.

‘What is it?’ Rami asked peering over Ellie’s head which was blocking his view.

‘This pull-along toy thing,’ Gwilym said, ‘it’s a caterpillar you pull along. Meant to help with walking and stuff. And it’s good for motor skills and-’

‘And you did pages of research right Gwil?’ Joe chuckled.

‘Well you gotta get it right, right?’ he asked, a little tinge of pink now across his cheeks and nose.

‘Well if not just throw cash at it right?’ Ben said.

‘Hey just because that’s what you do with all the girls in your life,’ Rami said holding his hands up and making a laugh ring out around the room. Even Ellie giggled along oblivious to the joke she’d missed.

‘It’s lovely Gwil,’ Y/N said looking at the ornate wooden toy her daughter had seemingly lost all interest in as it was discarded with the shoes as she headed back to the other present that was laying just out of her reach.

‘Looks like she’s not too fussed,’ Rami said.

‘That’s because our girl has taste,’ Ben said sliding off of the couch until he was sitting in a similar position to Joe, legs splayed around the present that was in front of him. Ellie crawled to it, pulling herself up on the large box as she got there. She stood wobbling slightly.

‘What do you think El?’ Ben said, ‘should we open it?’

‘Open,’ she giggled banging on the box with her chubby fist.

‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ Ben said pulling wrapping paper off the box with little help from Ellie.

‘What is it?’ Gwilym said.

‘A baby drumkit,’ Rami said.

‘Oh great,’ Y/N said.

‘Yeah thanks man,’ Joe said as Ben opened the box and pulled it out. It was a plastic stand with individual sections that could be played. Buttons and knobs for turning. Bright lights and things to fiddle with littered the small console.

‘Hey,’ Ben said, ‘it’s our job to make sure she drives you up the wall. Besides, it’s not just a drumkit. It’s a complete set of musical instruments in one handy console.’

As if that was her cue Ellie started banging on some of the buttons making it whizz to life. A sickly-sweet voice rang out saying, ‘dog!’ which was then followed by a woof. Ben moved around, his hand on Ellie’s side keeping her upright as she started to smash the buttons under her fingers. A cacophony of animal noises rang out around the room not waiting for the machine to finish speaking before it was announcing the next one.

‘Am I back in the running for best present then?’ Rami said looking between his friends.

‘Let’s see how long it takes the batteries to run out before we make a decision huh?’ Joe chuckled.

‘You like it El?’ Ben said looking into the baby’s round hazel eyes. She nodded, ‘gizza kiss then,’ Ben said placing his cheek in front of her as two chunky fists slapped him roughly in the face before drool-covered lips placed a kiss on his cheek.

‘Now there’s a review we can’t compete with,’ Gwilym said.

‘What did you expect?’ Y/N laughed, ‘Ben’s got a way with women.’

#my writing #the present race #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy #gwilym lee #rami malek #fluff

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ladystrallan · 8 months

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This Love Chapter 4 posted!

“You told me that you met someone

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on

If our love died young, I can’t bear witness

And it’s been so long

But if you ever think you got it wrong

I’m right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever”

Read chapter 4 (right where you left me) here

#the great #the great hulu #georgina dymov #charity wakefield #grigor dymov #gwilym lee #the great season 3 #the great fanfic #historical fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #read on ao3 #this love #right where you left me #taylor swift #g&g #grigor x georgina #fucking lemoniest of lemon

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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Masterlist 3!

Here’s the third masterlist for all of my works! If you want to check out more of my work, here’s the links for masterlist one and masterlist two Imagines marked * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked ` are requests! Imagines marked ⭐ are personal favorites!

IMAGINES

STRANGER THINGS small ~ jim hopper` dance with me ~ eddie munson ⭐ starry night ~ steve harrington* (part five) ⭐ at the hip ~ steve harrington` ⭐ triple date ~ steve harrington (part six) ⭐ the freak ~ steve harrington (part seven) ⭐ oblivious ~ eddie munson ⭐

SUPERNATURAL strange human feelings ~ castiel` cleaning ~ dean winchester`

HANNIBAL into fiction` sob story ~ hannibal lecter

THE BOYS obsession ~ billy butcher ⭐ herogasm ~ soldier boy* ⭐ alone on christmas ~ billy butcher

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY life father ~ diego hargreeves` rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves’ ⭐

THE LAST OF US (HBO) friendly neighbors ~ joel miller ⭐

BARRY attraction ~ barry berkman`

AMERICAN HORROR STORY late night sins ~ xavier plympton (1984)*`

VICTORIOUS lost dog ~ tori vega`

HEMLOCK GROVE i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey ⭐

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES roses are red ~ damon salvatore` ⭐

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH captive ~ blackbeard/ed teach ⭐

FUTURE MAN winner ~ josh futturman* ⭐

THE GENTLEMEN the assistant ~ raymond smith ⭐

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow`

THE MAZE RUNNER i’ll keep you safe ~ newt`

MARVEL how things are now ~ marc spector and steven grant` ⭐ kneel ~ loki* the most wonderful time ~ bucky barnes

1917 early morning ~ will schofield*`

THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez ⭐

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S i need someone older ~ william afton ⭐

SALTBURN new toy ~ felix catton ⭐

THE SANTA CLAUSE santa’s sister-in-law ~ bernard the elf

8 MILE one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr ⭐

PETE DAVIDSON your gift` favoritism`

HARRY STYLES the perfect tree a star in the making`

MACHINE GUN KELLY baby mama` ⭐ my queen*` getting your attention*` all the mistakes` not what it looks like`

EMINEM may the best artist win*` too close for comfort` ⭐ when it’s wrong but it feels right` in the dressing room*` he’s acting different` we have to stop meeting like this` every inch*` let’s surprise the world`

GOODGUYFITZ wake up call*`

CORPSE HUSBAND letting go` they forgot` ⭐

ASHTON IRWIN home life`

CONAN GRAY pushing`

MATTHEW LILLARD accidental drunk confessions`

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE feeling good*`

ALEX TURNER more than a song*` ⭐

BO BURNHAM can’t handle this right now ⭐ look at me*`

KRISTEN STEWART special customer`

TARON EGERTON he already has my approval ⭐

ROBERT PATTINSON my favorite superhero

GERARD WAY good girl*`

GWILYM LEE history repeats itself`

RYAN GOSLING play date`

JOSEPH QUINN bad idea, right? ⭐

RANBOO fluffy haired gamer boy`

JACOB ELORDI height advantage`

SHIPS

family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy`

HEADCANONS

showing pedro pascal fan edits ⭐

NSFW ALPHABET

rook (jp capellette)*` eddie munson* ⭐ billy butcher* ⭐

#imagines #imagine #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #masterlist #number three

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magickcandie · 5 months

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Brian May x Fem!Reader

Actress Name - A/N

When news reached Brian about the making of Bohemian Rhapsody, you were interested. You wanted to see how to portrayed him, and who would be the young him… and you were slightly curious if there was going to be someone who’d play the young you. You were more than well known. You’ve been Y/N May since the 70s! You were a relative crucial part of Queen and Brian’s life. When Brian got sent the script, he didn’t say anything. He flipped open to a page and merely handed it you. Y/N May

You would be in the movie! And quite a journey that was. The actors did a wonderful job recreating a lot of the scenes and concerts. And something even more interesting, meeting Gwilym Lee. He was a striking image of young Brian. He learned to talk like him, stand like him, make the same gestures and learned to play the guitar like him. What made everything that much more uncanny, the young actress playing you and Gwilym were seen falling in love the way you and Brian did.

It was clear that it was no longer just a friend thing. Gwilym was seen flirting, trying in any way to touch her.

“Have it noticed it, darling?” You asked one afternoon on set. They were spending a few hours going through rehearsals for the Live Aid performance. “Noticed what, Y/N?” “Look at him. Gwil and that young lady.” Brian looked up to the stage and noticed Gwilym talking to the A/N. She was leaning back against the piano, wide smile and laughing at whatever it was that the charming actor was saying to her. “She’s much like you.” Brian said nonchalantly. “Exactly what I’m saying. That girl is head over heels for him. You should ask him about it.”

Ask about it, he did. A/N was called off the Live Aid set to go film something else so Brian went to Gwilym. “Hello, Gwil.” “Oh hello, Brian.” Gwilym lay the copy Red Special down in his lap.

“I had question. An inquiry, really. Do you fancy A/N? You seem to be getting close.”

Gwilym’s face went a shade of red. “Uh, A/N and I are good friends. Nothing after that.”

“You know, that’s what I said about Y/N. She and I have a similar story to you and that young woman. I think it’d be a wonderful thing should you take her to dinner.”

“How is this like you and Y/N?” Gwilym was trying to steer away from the topic, and Brian knew, but he’d entertain him.

“She and I met back early in the 60s. Wow, such a long time ago. She was an actress back in university and I was to take part in her student film. I, much like you, Gwil, was doing whatever I could to garner her attention, like you are now. We got married in the 70s, when Queen was such a small thing.”

Gwilym smiled and tucked his hands into his lap. “I mean I do like A/N but I don’t think she really she really sees me the same way.”

“You’ll never know, if you don’t ask.”

“Thank you, Brian.”

“Of course, Gwilym.” And with that, Brian got up and left. He made his way back to you, explaining the story.

“You told him ours?” You asked.

“It was the only way he’d take A/N.”

Later that month, Gwilym called the house asking for Brian. You passed off the phone but waited next to him. Brian was smiling and said “that’s great!” Before hanging up.

“What happened?” You asked.

“Oh, Gwilym is going out with A/N.”

“How sweet.”

#brian may #queen #bohemian rhapsody #bohrap boys #gwilym lee #brian may x reader #request #ask

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illfoandillfie · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 23: Free Use

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader x Gwilym Lee

Words: 2,570

Warnings: free use, threesome, degradation, PIV, oral sex (m receiving), a little bit of gagging, cock warming, sub!reader, dom!gwil, dom!ben, some spanking, fingering, a little bit of too quick penetration, possessive kink, implied bondage, implied somnophilia,

A/N: I guess this fits in the Taking Control verse. I wrote a sequel to it last kinktober so...heres another? Although apparently im allergic to writing another dom reader in this series ksfjksfksjdksjdksjd

Gwil was the first to arrive. Hardly surprising since he was always more punctual than Ben. Besides, it had been his idea to make the bet in the first place, of course he’d want to claim his prize before Ben did. Ben hadn’t even realised you were serious about it at first, although he was quick to side with Gwil once he had. So, when Gwil pressed your doorbell nearly fifteen minutes early, shopping bag of snacks for a movie marathon at his side, all you could do was sigh and let him in. “You excited?” He asked, emptying a bag of crisps into a bowel. “For the movie night? Sure. What’s not to be excited for.” Gwil ignored your feigned stupidity, “Judging by your outfit you are.” You glanced down at your dress, and then back at Gwil impertinently “Well I was going to wear jeans but, as you so helpfully reminded me, you require easy access.” Gwil laughed, “I hope you get this attitude under control before Ben gets here. We won after all, we expect you to be gracious about it.” “If you’re trying to call me a sore loser you’re wrong.” “Not sore yet but after a week of being our free use fuck toy you will be, I’m sure.” You rolled your eyes and laughed, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, point is, I am kind of excited about this. I think it’ll be fun actually. We’ll probably need to discuss logistics at some point though. Like, I know you’ll probably stay over tonight but what about the rest of the week? Are you going to come here looking for me whenever you want a nice hole to get off in? Or am I expected to drop everything and come to you when you call? I don’t think either of us were thinking of that when we made the bet, but it’ll be fun to figure out I’m sure.” Gwil blinked, a little taken aback that you’d thought about it so much, or at least that you’d admitted you were excited, “Oh. yeah, I’m sure we’ll work that out. But I’m glad you’re as keen as I am.” “Doesn’t mean I won’t get you back for it though.” Gwil snorted, the sincerity of a moment before disappearing, and glanced at the clock, “Well, Ben’ll be here soon and I think I should get it in at least once before then. So,” he clicked and then started working on getting his pants undone, “Bend over.” You let out a huff as if you had better things to do, always ready to push his buttons, but complied, bracing yourself on the kitchen bench so Gwil could flip up your skirt. He inhaled sharply as he realised you weren’t wearing any panties. “Easy access,” you reminded him. “Good girl.” he ran his fingers along your already wet slit, “I knew you were excited.” You didn’t bother to say he shouldn’t be surprised since you’d already told him as much. It didn’t seem important when his fingers were parting your lips, exploring your cunt. You pressed back against his hand and he chuckled to himself.

Gwil didn’t waste too much time on foreplay. He stretched you a little on his fingers but his determination to finish in you before Ben arrived meant he was quick to press his tip against your hole. You hissed at the stretch, just shy of a sting. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” he grunted, “By the end of the week we won’t need to finger you at all” He stilled for a moment, seeming to be just enjoying the feeling of your cunt, his hands roaming over your sides and around to your breasts, “You’ll be so easy to fuck, full of cum and dripping wet from being our whore.” You whined, pitching forward at he suddenly thrust, pushing himself deeper. Gwil lay a slap to your arse as he thrust again, “Stay still, I’m trying to enjoy my cunt.” His possessive words sent a shiver through you. The idea that you would essentially belong to Gwil and Ben for the next week made your head spin, and you moaned as Gwil settled into a steady pace. It must have turned Gwil on just as much, the idea of owning your body and all the potential things he and Ben could do with you, because he came rather quicker than normal. You could have found his enthusiasm much hotter if he’d made any attempt to get you off too but when, after he’d pulled out, you pouted about not getting any relief, he’d just laughed. “That’s not really my concern. Your pleasure was never part of the agreement, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll manage at least a few orgasms just from how frequently we’ll be fucking you, but your purpose this week is just to take our cocks whenever we feel like giving them to you. If you’re lucky one of us will get a craving for cunt and eat you out until you cry.” All you could do was whimper and pout and hope that he didn’t mean it. “Careful Y/N. Keep looking at me like that and I’ll get hard again, you know I love it when you beg.” “I’m not begging.” He made a derisive little snort. “You’re such a prick. Next time we make a bet I’ll win and then I’ll have two free use cocks to play with.” “Ben’d enjoy that I’m sure, but I won’t be losing.” Before you could respond, the doorbell rang. Gwil grabbed the bowl of crisps, grinning, “Speak of the devil. You go let him in, I’ll choose a movie,” he instructed, slapping your ass lightly as he left the kitchen. “Prick!” you called after him as he headed out to the couch, but it was playfully meant and he just laughed.

“What’s he done now?” Ben asked as soon as you opened the door, clearly having heard your comment to Gwil. “Oh nothing, you know how he gets when I let him dom.” Ben laughed and followed you inside, “How many times has he fucked you since he arrived?” “Just the once.” “You sound disappointed,” “Only because,” you raised your voice a little so Gwil would hear, “he’s getting old and can’t last as long.” “Don’t listen to her.” Gwil said holding out the crisps to both of you, “She’s just salty that a free use toy doesn’t always get to cum. Anyway, movies ready to go.” Ben swung his backpack off his shoulder, opened it, and pulled out a pack of beers, “Drinks are sorted.” He collapsed onto the couch and began undoing his fly, “and I’ve been looking forward to this for days Y/N.” “Which hole sir?” you asked, readily falling into sub mode for Ben. He was too sweet to get the bratty behaviour you reserved for Gwil. “Mouth,” he said after a moment's thought. You dropped to your knees eagerly, shuffling forward until you were between his knees. “He gets a sir and I don’t?” Gwil huffed. You just shrugged and offered him a quick smile before you bent over to spit on Ben’s cock. Ben let out a breath like he was finally relaxing as you took him in your hand, pumping his shaft. He opened his beer, took a handful of crisps and asked Gwil how is week had been. You focused on his cock, almost salivating with how keen you were to taste him again. He was stiffening against your palm so you leant over him and drew your tongue around his head a few times, pleased when you elicited an audible reaction. He gasped and his free hand landed in your hair, pushing you down closer to his cock. With a quiet chuckle to yourself you let him guide you, taking his tip between your lips. It was a familiar sensation and you let yourself fall into a rhythm you knew Ben liked, slowly bobbing up and down on his length as you adjusted and took more of him. But, before you’d even managed to get more than a couple of inches down, Ben halted you. His fingers tightened in your hair, and he interrupted his conversation with Gwil to murmur a quiet instruction for you to still. “No, no, Y/N. I just want you to warm me for now. I’m trying to talk to Gwil and you’re very distracting.” And with that, his attention was elsewhere, Gwil continuing whatever story he’d started telling. Instantly you were hyper aware of the weight of Ben’s cock resting on your tongue and the slick pooling between your legs. You’d already been wet and horny from being fucked over the kitchen counter. Sucking Ben off wouldn’t have given you that relief but it would have helped. You liked being submissive and pleasing your boys, you liked knowing you could make them feel that good. But now you weren’t even getting that second hand pleasure that a successful blowjob would have given you. All you had to think about was the cock in your mouth – the feel of it, the scent, the taste – and the growing need to cum.

Ben made you wait for what felt like an eternity. In the time you were knelt between his knees, cock in your mouth, waiting, Ben and Gwil successfully covered all the most important bits of the previous week, and some of the more mundane bits too. They’d started the movie, continuing to talk as it played, sometimes with relevant information about the film and sometimes just other stuff they remembered. You had begun to whimper. Saliva had filled your mouth and eventually spilled over, running down your chin and over Ben’s shaft. You’d gagged once or twice, the sensation of him resting on your tongue combined with the excess spit just uncomfortable enough to cause the reaction. Both he and Gwil had shushed you when you did though, as though you were intentionally interrupting them. Though they hadn’t minded so much when you’d moaned after listening to them discussing how nice it was to own an obedient set of holes. They were planning how to use you, debating different ideas, working out a fare way for them both to get their share. And you’d been so turned on by the whole thing – the physical position you were in, the way they talked as if you weren’t in the room, the possessive language they used, and the reminder that they’d torment you for days on end – that you’d had no choice but to moan wetly around Ben’s cock. It all made you feel so ridiculously submissive. But, if you’d thought that their delight at your sounds would be enough to make Ben actually fuck your mouth, you were wrong. He made you wait just long enough that you’d begun to worry he wouldn’t ever let you blow him. But finally, he pressed against your head and you gratefully sank lower. It made you twice as enthusiastic as you would have been otherwise, determined to prove your gratitude and obedience. They still shushed you whenever you gagged though, so you had to be careful about taking too much at once. It all made your head spin and you found yourself squirming in place, trying to get some stimulation to your cunt. Ben didn’t pay any attention to that though, and neither did Gwil. Not until after Ben had held you down as he came.

You swallowed his cum and looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “She’s a right mess now,” Ben had laughed, tucking his spent cock away for the time being. “Up here, whore,” Gwil said, tapping his lap, “I want a better look. You nodded, all desire to be bratty to him gone, and did as he asked, blushing slightly when you realised you were wet enough to darken the fabric of his pants where you rested. He examined you, holding your cheeks between his fingers so he could see where cum and spit had run over your face, where tears had smudged your makeup, where your hair had been pulled out of place. You were nearly panting, trying to resist the urge to grind against the tent in his pants. When Gwil seems satisfied with your generally messy appearance, he manoeuvred you around, telling you to watch the movie as he spread your legs with firm hands. But you could barely pay attention, whining as he teased your cunt, touching you lightly. “Quiet.” he warned, shoving three fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them and whimpered around them. “Fuck, if I wasn’t hard before I am now. Perfect little fucktoy, making it so easy for us to use her. She’s practically dripping.” He laughed, to Ben. But he said softly against your ear, “Need your cunt again.” before pushing you off him so he could get his dick out once more. “Please Sir,” you whined as he pulled you back, his cock splitting you open again. “Quiet or we’ll stop using your cunt.” He warned, slapping his palm over your mouth, “fuck yourself, go on.” You nodded and began to move on his cock, the balls of your feet pressing hard against the floor so you could raise yourself up, your breathing inhibited slightly by the way he was covering your face. “Good girl, there you go.” Gwil cooed, reaching around to pull your breasts out of your dress.

For the rest of the movie you were passed from lap to lap. Once Gwil had cum again, Ben decided it was only fair he should get to feel your cunt too, forcing you to kneel on the floor so he could take you from behind. You’d almost forgotten how into domming you Ben could get, but the way he grabbed your arse cheeks as he railed into you, occasionally laying a harsh spank for fun, was a good reminder. And, as much as Gwil might have wanted to keep you denied, you did manage a couple of good orgasms. Ben was the first to give you one, always a little softer than Gwil was, but you moaned so loud and so much and thanked him so profusely that Gwil couldn’t let himself be out done. His competitive side came out and he forced another orgasm from you with his fingers as he left marks along your throat and shoulder as if to claim you or at least claim the title of most dominant. The credits of the movie took you by surprise as you came down from that orgasm. “What now?” you panted, not sure whether they planned to keep going with the movie marathon charade or if they had anything more specific planned out. “Well, there are more movies,” Gwil suggested. “But she’s such a distraction,” Ben countered, sounding almost like he was reading a bad script, “I barely know what we just watched.” “Hmm....” Gwil rubbed his chin in thought, giving you a quick wink just to confirm your suspicions that they had a plan, “We could tie her to the bed and whenever we wanted to, go in and fuck one of her holes.” Ben grinned as he watched your expression, “Oh I like that. Think she does too.” “Of course she does. She’s probably hoping we stay the night and keep our cocks warm in her while she sleeps.” “Maybe we should then.”

#my writing #my fics #ben hardy x reader #gwilym lee x reader #ben hardy smut #gwilym lee smut #ben hardy imagine #gwilym lee imagine #(i got stuck like halfway through this one so i hope the ending makes sense lmao)

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softspaceboibrian · 2 years

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softspaceboibrian MASTERLIST

hello, lovelies! this is everything I've ever published here on tumblr, or at least it should be. enjoy! <3

Ted Lasso

Jamie Tartt

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago || A Jamie Tartt Story

Prologue

Chapter 1

Stranger Things

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson I have a taglist for this, so if you would like to be added, please let me know!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

more to come....

Marvel

Eternals

He would never admit it || Druig

X-Men

Nightmares || Warren Worthington III (Angel)

You Over Everything Else || Warren Worthington III (Angel)

Queen & Bohemian Rhapsody cast

Journeys End in Lovers Meeting (Professor!Gwilym Lee x student)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Kisses Series

Gwilym Lee: Unspoken Feelings

Ben Hardy: A Goddess Among Men

John Deacon: Reading Session

Ben Hardy

My Girl

Long Enough

Private After After Party (smut)

Golden Slumber

One More Present

Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way

With A Little Help From My Friends

Gwilym Lee

Roll With It

The Rest of My Life

Roger Taylor

Bad Habit (song fic)

Rog and the Flying TVs

Our Castle

Brian May

You Need to Relax (smut)

Headcanons

Valentine’s day

Imagine being the daughter of a Queen member

BoRhap boys’ as dads

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dirtykpopsnaps · 1 year

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For the same follower ( @bangtanmix73 ) I’m talking to…male sub smuts! I’ll list the person/character’s name and then smuts

Bucky Barnes

Gwilym Lee

Ben Hardy

Ethan Nestor (CrankGamePlays on YouTube)

Dean Winchester

(very MILD sub!Dean)

Eddie Munson

https://unsheath.tumblr.com/post/686544952848793600/can-i-keep-going-deep-brown-eyes-flicker-to

Chan

(Force subbing)

Han Jisung

Check @/Wildernessuntothemselves on here. Look for “Noona Do You Have A Boyfriend”

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bohemiansweede · 1 year

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Xmas Fics

Here are my Xmas fics with the Bohrap boys

Enjoy and be safe out there

Warnings 🔞

A/N please like and reblog or leave a comment

Thank you

On the naughty list

A total surprise

Not alone for Christmas

Christmas party

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️Enjoy also my Queen novel collection

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readingoals · 2 years

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Queenathon II - Bingo

This is one of the two ways to join in the Queenathon readathon! Each of the prompts on this bingo board were inspired by Queen - either the band, their achievements, or their songs. Except for the yellow diagonals which are activities so that you can still make progress on the board even if you aren’t reading! Below the cut I’ll go through each prompt, row by row, and give a more thorough explanation of them. Songs they were inspired by are in brackets beside the prompts.

And remember - books CAN count for multiple prompts! So you may be able to get a bingo with just one or two books!

1. 5 Star Prediction (The Prophet’s Song)

Read a book you predict you’ll enjoy enough to give 5 stars!

2. Friend Rec (You’re My Best Friend/Friends Will Be Friends/Dear Friends) Read a book a friend has recommended or picked out for you.

3. Adapted into a movie or show featuring one of the BoRhap cast

Quite possibly the hardest prompt in this readathon. Read a book that was adapted into a movie which features an actor who was also in Bohemian Rhapsody, the Freddie Mercury Biopic.

Suggestions: Rami Malek: Breaking Dawn - Stephanie Meyer, a James Bond novel - Ian Flemming, Henri Charrière‘s autobiography Papillon, The Story of Doctor Dolittle - Hugh Lofting, The Night At The Museum - Milan Trenc

Ben Hardy: X Men comics, The Woman In White - Wilkie Collins, The Girl Before - J.P. Delaney, The Statistical Probability of Love At First Sight - Jennifer E. Smith, a Mary Shelley biography

Gwilym Lee: Henry V - William Shakespeare, any of the Chief Inspector Barnaby series - Caroline Graham, a Catherine The Great biography

Joe Mazzello: Jurassic Park - Michael Crichton, With the Old Breed: At Peleliu and Okinawa - Eugene Sledge, Helmet for My Pillow - Robert Leckie, Enslaved By Ducks - Bob Tarte, G.I. Joe Comics, Fire In The Hole - Elmore Leonard

Lucy Boynton - Sense And Sensibility - Jane Austen, Murder on the Orient Express - Agatha Christie, Why Didn’t They Ask Evans - Agatha Christie, The IPCRESS File - Len Deighton, a Marianne Faithfull biography, a biography about Joseph Bologne the Chevalier de Saint-Georges

Or try some of the support cast like Allen Leech, Tom Hollander, Aiden Gillen, etc.

4. Flowers on the Cover (Lily of the Valley)

A Lily of the Valley is a type of flower so pick a book with some sort of flower in the cover art.

5. Listen to some Queen songs

The first of the activity prompts and a fairly easy one to do I think. You can listen to a full album or just get a music video or two up on youtube.

6. Bestseller

Queen holds the record for the best selling album in the UK with their 1981 compilation album Greatest Hits and are one of the world’s best selling musical artists. Read a book which is considered a best seller. This could be a book that appears on anything from an official list of best selling works to a list that your local bookstore creates about popular books of the month, whatever works for you.

7. About A Musician or Band

Pretty self-explanatory. Queen is a band, so read a book that somehow includes a band or musician.

8. Featuring a Pet/Animal (Delilah)

Freddie Mercury wrote this song about one of his cats. Read a book with some sort of animal companion or pet.

9. Cosy Reading Night

The second activity prompt. Have a cosy reading night (or day!), whatever that means to you. Maybe it’s just being curled up in comfy PJs, maybe it’s a nice hot bath and a few candles while you read.

10. Seasonal Read (A Winter’s Tale)

Read a book that fits the vibes of the season you’re in. For southern hemisphere folks like me it’ll be spring, and for northern hemisphere folks it’s autumn.

11. LGBT+ Main Character

Freddie Mercury was gay so in honour of that, read a book with a queer character.

12. Multiple Authors (Under Pressure)

Under Pressure was written with and featured David Bowie. Read a book with multiple authors. It could be an anthology or a collection of essays or just a book that was co-written by two people. You could even count a book translated by someone other than the author if you wanted.

13. HOT SPACE LETS GO!

Free Space!

14. Parent Rec (Father To Son)

Read a book that was recommended or picked out for you by a parent, guardian or parental figure of some sort (heck even just someone older than you lmao).

15. Written by a Freddie, Brian, John or Roger

The four members of Queen are Freddie Mercury, Brian May, John Deacon, and Roger Taylor, so read a book by someone who shares any of their names.

16. Been Putting Off (The Miracle)

Everyone has at least one book they picked up fully intending to read and then never got around to and now you just keep not reading it. Maybe it’s large and intimidating, maybe it’s a genre you used to be much more into, maybe you’re just worried you won’t enjoy it as much as you thought you would. Whatever the case, this is your chance to finally, miraculously, get around to it.

17. Complete A Personal Goal

The third activity prompt. Check this off when you’ve completed some sort of goal you set yourself. It could be a goal related to the readathon like getting a bingo or finishing a particular book or reading a certain number of pages. Or, it could be something else entirely - going to the gym or completing a household chore that needs to be done or getting your sketchbook set up for Inktober.

18. Features Fairies, Ogres, Dragons and/or Queens (My Fairy King/Ogre Battle/Dragon Attack/Killer Queen/etc)

Queen have a lot of songs with fantasy creatures or elements. Read a book that features some sort of mythical creature or royalty (they have songs about kings and princes too so they absolutely count).

19. Favourite Genre (Rock It (Prime Jive))

Do you find yourself mostly drawn to romance books? Or maybe scifi is more your thing? Whatever genre you enjoy most (your prime jive...), this is an excuse to pick up another one!

20. Published or Set in 1970s

Queen first formed as a band in 1970 and released their first album in 1973. So read a book that was publish or is set during the 70s.

21. Guilt-Free Activity

The last of our activity prompts. If you really want to go see a movie but feel bad about taking hours off of reading, you can now do it guilt free! Or, conversely, if you’ve got some chores you should be doing but put them off to read a little longer, that also counts. Whatever sort of activity you feel guilty about doing or not doing, this is a free pass.

22. Black and White Cover (White Queen/March of the Black Queen)

The album Queen II featured a bit of a black/white theme which carried into live performances where Freddie and Brian would paint their nails to match their queens. Read a book with black and white on the cover.

23. Digital (Machines (Back To Humans))

Read an ebook or listen to an audiobook. You could read the whole book digitally or you could switch between an ebook and a physical copy, or follow the physical book as you listen to an audiobook. As long as you read at least some of a book in a digital format, it counts.

24. Set In England

Queen is an English band, so read a book set in England.

25. Translation (Teo Torriatte (Let Us Cling Together)/Las Palabras De Amor (The Words of Love))

Both of these songs feature lyrics sung in other languages. So read a book that was originally written in another language!

#readathon #booklr #queenathon #queen #queen band #reading #brigid speaks

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likesomekindofcheese · 1 year

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Promised- Finale (Grigor Dymov x fem! Reader, Arranged Marriage AU series)

Series Summary: When Emperor Peter's behavior towards your family threatens the alliance between them and Russia, the only way to solve it from breaking is through an arranged marriage with his friend, the handsome but heartbroken Count Grigor Dymov. A man you barely know.

Previous Chapters: One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six//Seven//Eight//Nine//Ten//Eleven

Chapter Summary: You and Grigor enjoy a long-denied honeymoon

Content Warnings: Some discussions of sex and cursing and mentions of pregnancy and babies- don't worry, Y/N isn't pregnant. But VERY fluffy!

Word Count: 1584

A/N: Thank you guys so much for supporting this series throughout! Now I thought was the best time to conclude it! When season 3 of The Great comes out and should I get inspired, there might be a season 2 of this fic like what @ladystrallan did with I Really Wish I Hated You (which, btw, highly recommend if you love The Great Fanfics). Who knows?! But I hope all of you loved reading it as much as I loved writing this series!

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You and Grigor were planning on returning to court. You both just wanted something denied to you when you were rushed to be married and when there was a coup- a honeymoon. Three whole months of a honeymoon.

The days were never more lovely- lovemaking at night, awakening when one felt like it, the most sumptuous meals, playing cards by the fireside, reading to each other, and you showing off the various songs you knew how to play. You were starting to teach Grigor chords and his clumsy practicing of scales with mutters of “fuck!” at a mistake could be heard. You still kept shooting practice, but you were relaxed, not caring if you missed the odd target.

It was quite warm for Russia the past two weeks. Flowers were deep in their bloom in the gardens, and it was green everywhere. The vineyards seemed to be a far brighter green than you expected. Perhaps springtime was arriving sooner than you expected or maybe it was a warm spot for a few days. You had to wear your lighter silks as opposed to the warm furs to keep one safe from your new home country’s notorious chill.

As you and your husband toured the grounds together that afternoon, there were fruits of light green and dark purple. You would both look at each other, pluck the small fruits, and try bites of them yourself, feeling the juicy sweetness burst on your tongues, as if only briefly. Grigor would wipe the juice off of his sleeve and give you a kiss and you would taste the grape in his breath as if combined with yours you made your own special wine. Grigor was in his favorite deep green. You had insisted he keep a few buttons down so you could see some of his chest hair. You insisted it was absolutely sexy of him when he wore shirts (especially white ones) with a few buttons undone and he took note. Yes, it was the wrong color today, but you didn’t care. Perhaps that could wait for later tonight when you would hop on him like a rabbit until you screamed each other’s names, not caring about disturbing the servants sleeping below. You were in a bright red dress with golden floral patterns all over it and you perfumed yourself with rose water.

You matched and complimented in your dress as had your souls on the inside- each perfect and making only the other look better when beside it.

You emerged from the kiss and wiped your hand on your skirt.

“Could you hold my hand, my dear?” you asked, presenting your hand out.

He raised his eyebrows.

“Oh abso-fucking-lutely,” he replied, eagerly taking yours.

It was warm and encompassing, the fingers intertwined within each other to feel the pulse of each other. As you both walked back home, the day was fading. The sky turned into a mix of orange and pink and the crispness of evening etched around you. Once you approached back to the manor, the housekeeper greeted you both and assured you that dinner would be ready in one or two hours. Olga, the little servant girl, handed you back your beloved dog and both of you cooed over her.

“Oh and Madame Dymova! Here! Messenger said it’s from Paris! And it’s for you and the master!” she added on, handing over a letter with a familiar wax seal.

Before you could comment on it, Sonya let out a bright bark for want of attention.

“Here Sonya- found this! Here- Good girl!” Grigor offered.

From his pocket, he pulled out a truffle and fed it to the eager and always hungry pup.

“Would you like some wine? There’s a new one they just made here and it’s fucking astounding,” he offered.

“Oh, yes! And ask the kitchen for a plate of bread and cheese and fruit, perhaps?” you asked.

“I don’t see why not!” he replied, giving you a peck on your forehead before going down to the kitchen.

You made your way to the back porch area outside on your white seats and white chairs. You found it had not grown so chilly that you would require heaps of blankets as you have in the past. Sonya lay happily on your lap panting away. Though grown, she still saw herself as a puppy who had to have every last of her needs attended to, or else her mistress would hear her barking and mischief. But you loved her more for it.

You pulled from your reticule an unopened letter from the dress of your pocket. It couldn’t be your family- you heard just yesterday that you were an aunt to a beautiful little niece. Both you and Grigor were already making plans to travel and visit your family and for you to be introduced and be acquainted with his own. So, who could it be? Was it Catherine about her baby or the new education laws? Orlo recommending a new philosophy book to you? Who? You saw the name on it and gasped.

“It’s George! George wrote to us!” you told Sonya, who only tilted her head.

You then ripped it open and smiled, your heart touched by the contents. From the corner, you saw Grigor come out to approach the table. He smiled, holding two glasses of wine, and giving one to you.

“Why thank you, darling!” you chirruped at him.

“No problem at all,” he answered.

A servant immediately arrived behind and held a platter of cheeses, slices of bread, and apples. His blue eyes went to the letter.

“What is that? Who is it?” he asked.

You smiled, handing him the papers.

“Why, it’s George!? Can’t you believe it? She’s in Paris of all places! Oh, that must be wonderful! And here…she said she met someone who she truly loves and who loves her! Oh, I’m so happy for her! We must write back and ask her more about this!” you squealed.

“Why- how good for her! I’m glad!” Grigor wished genuinely with a shrug and a relaxed smile.

Both of you held up your glasses of wine.

“Should we toast to her?” you asked.

Grigor shook his head.

“I have a better one. To what brought us together in the first place. Here, Y/N-to the alliance!”

“To the alliance!” you agreed, daintily clinking your glasses.

Both of you took a first sip.

“It won’t be too long before we return- so much will be different…” Grigor began.

“I’m just glad Marial is in prison…I’ve slept better at night since then…” you sighed.

He did frown briefly. He took a deep drink and set down his glass.

“Well…part of me is eager. Been worried sick over Peter.”

“But you always are, you silly shit!” you teased, setting your own glass down.

He smiled at the words. You thought there was never a more beautiful smile than that of Grigor Dymov when he was well and truly happy. Your heart would always burst with love for him at the sight.

His letters seem fine and happy though…he’s thrilled about the baby. Got a name picked out and everything!”

“What if we have a baby- will we be even ready for that?” you suggested.

So far, your courses were like clockwork and Grigor would spoil you with bedrest and vodka and embraces when the cramps tormented you. But that doesn’t mean the time would never come. In fact, with all the fucking you had been doing it was a pure miracle it hadn’t happened yet!

“I don’t know if we’ll ever be, Y/N…but what about life after the coup? Things will be so…so different. Peter’s not in charge as much. There’s a royal baby on the way. George is in France. Catherine’s changing all the laws to what she wants. Everything is upside down…” he muttered.

“But we can take it…” you assured him.

He clutched his hand onto yours in response and you used your other hand to rest it on his cheek. He relaxed into it, using a hand to touch yours.

“We can take anything as long as we’re together, darling,” he replied.

“Of course, we can, my dear husband…” you cooed.

"Oh, say that again!” he insisted.

You crawled on his lap, kissing his face- his freckles, his forehead, his cheekbones, his chin.

“Dear husband, dear husband, my Grigor, my darling…” you mumbled between the kisses.

“Fuck, you make me hard. Keep it up and I might have to have you on this table before dinner!” he confessed.

“Wait until after dinner!” you insisted with a joking slap on his arm.

“If Countess Dymova requests it, who am I to deny her that!” he gave in.

You giggled and paused. Both of you breathe deeply the warmth of each other and the closeness.

He kissed you with soft lips again, but there was a chasteness- a tenderness to how he cupped your cheek when it happened. You cuddled into his chest as the sun set and he placed an arm around you to draw circles on your back as the dog lay contentedly smiling on the floor with her pink tongue out.

You were happy. After such chaos you had been through- you were completely happy. Dinner was about to be served. You had a home in court and out. You had a precious pup. You had friends. And most of all, you had found a happy, faithful marriage. And a husband who you loved and who loved you.

And this time the wine did in fact not taste like shit.

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borhapparker · 2 years

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bohemian rhapsody masterlist

( last updated: december 22, 2021 )

FULL FIC MASTERLIST

BEN HARDY:

- After Party: the premier of ‘bohemian rhapsody’ was the talk of the town. seeing as you owned a little bar close to the arena, you decided to host a queen karaoke night as a homage. never did you think the cast would show up, let alone develop a friendship and relationship with a certain blue/green eyed boy. - Styling Hearts: (COMING SOON) - Love Of My Life: (COMING SOON) - Palabras de Amor: (COMING SOON) - Three Little Words: (COMING SOON) - Accused: (COMING SOON) - Comforting: (COMING SOON)

GWILYM LEE:

- Accents Clash: (COMING SOON) - Interviews: (COMING SOON) - Guitar Lessons: (COMING SOON) - Concerts: (COMING SOON) - Hotel Rooms: (COMING SOON) - Co-Star Affection: (COMING SOON) - Mutual Pining: (COMING SOON)

ROGER TAYLOR:

- Not A Groupie: (COMING SOON) - Gigs and Beers: (COMING SOON) - Change of Heart: (COMING SOON) - Affection: (COMING SOON) - “I Love You”: (COMING SOON) - Tour Dates: (COMING SOON)

BRIAN MAY:

- Electricity: (COMING SOON) - Musical Affection: (COMING SOON) - Dedications: (COMING SOON) - My Astrophysicist: (COMING SOON) - Shinning Eyes: (COMING SOON)

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yelenasdog · 3 years

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hurricane (brian may x fem reader)

request by the wonderful @speciallyred w prompts 45 and 58 from this prompt list! i was super nervous to write this bc i love her writing but i hope u enjoy!!

genre: per request of anna, angsty! but it ends w some fluff to mend ur broken heart hehe

summary: he’s never home, and neither is she. he can’t communicate, and she just wants to be loved.

words: 1.5k this was supposed to b a drabble OOPS

warnings: crying, sadness, mentions of marriage+kids, mentions and accusations of cheating, i think that’s it but as always, lmk if i missed any!

a/n: ok so a. y/n wasn’t used so if u wanted this do bri x some other female or oc that would work, and b. i also didn’t use anything that would keep this from being able to be read as a gwil!bri fic :) mwah (also i just realized this but this could totally be a song fic for i want love by elton john ok bye luv u)

⭑ 🎸

It was deathly silent in the spacious former home of Brian and his beloved, that had now been reduced to only a house. The ticking of the grandfather clock he had insisted that they had to have when they moved in could be heard ringing out and echoing, pestering the girl to no end.

It was always quiet in their house, even when they fought. There was never a rushed bustle of children you had to get out the door to school, and not even a cat or dog to create a disruptive chaos as they ran about, muddy paws leaving marks on the floor.

There would be the occasional record playing lowly, the notes floating about the house, and sometimes if she couldn’t sleep, she would have Bri play her a soft tune on his old acoustic, his voice having no issue bringing her to rest.

But even now, during one of the most heart wrenching fights that the pair had gone through, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop on the hardwood flooring.

As Brian was a soft and gentle man, never yelling or raising his voice in the slightest. He wasn’t mean or cruel, in fact, his entire aura calmed her to no end, which is why she supposed she hated this so much.

She scanned with careful eyes over his silhouette, watching as stray curls rustled from the draft coming in from the open window, goosebumps raising on both of their exposed arms.

“What are you looking at?”

“Just you, Bri.”

He rolled his eyes from where he sat on the white sofa, moving his fist under his chin. A scoff fell from his rosy lips as he turned his head to look out the window, not actually paying any mind to the green hills, a light frost covering the entire landscape.

“So are you just going to ignore me?”

“I’m not ignoring you.”

A salty tear rolled down her face, the incoming breeze hitting her dampened face. She inhaled sharply, her chilled skin becoming slimy and cold to the touch.

Brian wouldn’t know that, though, he hadn’t touched her in days. Weeks, even.

She had wanted to say that his words were malicious, with venom dripping from his tone, like some sort of acid was coating his vocal cords.

But they weren’t. His voice never raised a damn octave, staying completely neutral. And it was driving her mad.

“Then what is this, Brian?”

“I’m collecting my thoughts.”

She laughed, the sound lacking its usual melodic intonation that the guitarist adored so much. He was the reasoning behind the dry chuckle, that much he knew, and he hated it. God, how he despised it. But, he would never let it show. How could he, when he was the initiator of the (extremely childish, now that he thought over it) conflict to begin with? He knew his accusation was emptier than the large building they resided in, and he knew that the results would be horrendous.

But jealousy was an ugly green parasite that had rooted itself in Brian May’s heart, slowly consuming him from the inside out. It was like a devil that rested on his left shoulder, insisting that she was unfaithful, taking advantage of his extended leaves. He foolishly acted on the devil’s words, which led to where they were now.

“Well, how long do you need to ‘collect your thoughts’?” She folded her leg under her opposite thigh, leaning towards him, the distance of only a few feet feeling like worlds away to her broken heart. She would always be drawn to him like some sort of magnet, no matter how badly he hurt her.

“I’m not sure, would you like me to do so elsewhere?”

A beat passed.

“Why, so you can go shag someone else, just like I apparently have been?”

Again, silence.

“You were gone for 3 hours every night on every Tuesday the past month-“

“You kept track? You’re out of your damn mind.” She raised her voice, sitting up, suddenly enraged with his obsessive distrust rather than saddened.

“That’s not important-“

“What’s important is that you’re gone on tour for 10 times as long as that, leaving me here completely alone to my own devices! I trust you enough to believe that you remain mine while you’re away, but for some unknown reason, you can’t manage to think the same about me.”

His flippancy on the issue at hand agitated her (or his lack thereof in general, she supposed) to no end. She wanted him to scream and cry, to throw something, to loudly shout, to shed fury fueled tears as she had. She knew it was wrong, but quite frankly she didn’t care.

He tried to speak up for himself, stuttering out something about how he did in fact trust her, but all to no avail. She would have none of it, not now.

“What’s important, Brian, is that every Tuesday, I’m staying 3 hours after work to try to make it so that I don’t have to rely on you for money, because I don’t want you to think even for a moment I’m with you just because you’re some incredibly famous rockstar who happens to be loaded!”

She was standing now, although she couldn't quite remember bringing her body from the comforts of the soft chair by the mantle to her feet. The roaring fire beside her had died down into a flurry of golden embers, heat still radiating from the pile of charred logs, Brian failing to provide even a fraction of the same warmth.

“Because I love you, and as of late, I’m starting to wonder if you love me too.”

He stood, walking over to where she was in a timely manner, his long legs carrying him quickly. Her breath hitched at their sudden proximity, her surprise only growing when he gripped his hands on either side of her face, pulling her forward and capturing her lips in a long awaited union.

She loathed that her stiff figure was melting into him faster than she would like to admit, and she even more, she loathed the fact she knew she always would.

He was able to taste her tears that hadn’t ceased to roll down her face, the bitter droplets seeping onto the tip of his tongue. He pulled away, his right hand caressing her cheekbone while his forehead rested upon hers. His bottom lip quivered, a wave of emotions hitting him like a hurricane in full force.

His eyes become glassy, and all at once, tears flood his eyesight, pouring down his flushed features. He looked down, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. The bawling didn’t stop as he had hoped, though, it just slowed, the liquid dropping onto her shirt.

“I love you, I love you so much that it hurts. And ’m sorry, I’m so incredibly sorry, darling.”

She smiled softly, lightly massaging the top of his scalp, his locks growing frizzy.

“I know. But it’s just so hard- It seems everyone is getting married, and settling down. Hell, even Fred has his cats.”

They both laughed, and she chewed her bottom lip, a habit of hers that Bri had picked up on in the time he’d known her.

“I just get lonely, Bri, and it feels like you never let me know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. That’s all, honest to God.”

They moved to sit down, and he pulled closer than they had been in ages.

“I’ll support you in any way shape or form, no matter what, yeah?”

She simply nodded, leaning onto his shoulder.

“Yeah. I know.”

Raising his eyebrows, he cocked his head, choosing his next words carefully.

“And if you’re serious about, y’know, having a family and ‘settling down’ and everything, I’ll do it.”

She met his eyes, her smile growing wider.

“Really?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “I love you, and this house is far too quiet.”

She giggled, tossing her arms around his neck and throwing herself on him.

“I must say I agree.”

After the grins had retreated into soft smiles, and the two had come to a much more stolid point, she sat up, patting her lap.

Brian understood immediately, laying his tired head down and allowing her to play with his hair. She moved her hands to oh so lightly trace the crook of his nose and the bags under his eyes (from the late nights he spent performing, wishing he was in the exact position he was in now), the ticklish feeling making him nuzzle into her hand with a whine.

She couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful boy beneath her, as even with all the work that there was to be done between them, she felt confident that he was in it for the long haul.

🦔⭑ 🎸

me @ u for reading that

ty for reading, like and rb if u wanna :) go drink some water and eat some protein if u can!

as always, xx hj <3

#brian may #brian may x reader #brian may x oc #brian may x you #brian may fluff #gwilym lee #gwil! bri x reader #borhap #queen imagine #queen fic #borhap fic #gwilym!brian #gwilym lee x you #gwilym lee x reader #brian may imagine #ok bye mwah

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storiesforallfandoms · 10 months

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history repeats itself ~ gwilym lee

word count: 2836

request?: yes!

“hey, i saw you wrote for Ben Hardy so I was wondering if you would write for Gwilym Lee? If not ignore this lol. I was thinking something like he meets the reader on set and they immediately hit it off, and the resemblance of her to Brian May’s wife is uncanny (let’s pretend he’s had just the one) and it’s kinda like a history repeats itself thing? idk if that made since. maybe Brian and Roger noticing and just being so amazed seeing that happening in front of them? thank you, and obviously since i have no explanation skills take complete control!”

description: when she gets cast to play the wife of a rock legend, everyone realizes how similar she and her on screen husband look to the originals

pairing: gwilym lee x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was such a small role, one that didn’t even have any lines. But to me, it was huge. It was a small role in a massive blockbuster movie: the Freddie Mercury biopic. It would be the biggest job of my career. Up until that point, I had only been an extra in a few sitcoms. Having a small, silent role as Brian May’s wife in a Freddie Mercury biopic may seem like a small step up from what I’m used to, but the scale of the movie made it a massive deal for me.

I wasn’t sure if I’d get the role. There were hundreds of other actresses just like me - desperate for even the smallest roles in such a big film - were lined up to meet the director and casting director. It was such a small chance of getting it I thought. Until I walked into the room and both of their eyes widened when they landed on me.

“Holy shit,” the casting director breathed. “She looks just like her.”

I was cast on the spot. I nearly sobbed in happiness. I managed to keep the tears in until I got to my car and could call my parents to give them the news.

A few months later, I was preparing for my day on set. It was a party scene that was taking place at Freddie’s mansion at the height of their career. The other band members - Brian, Roger, and John - were there with their wives/girlfriends. The scene mostly required us to sit by our assigned on-screen husbands while they conversed. It was an easy day, and it was only going to take one day of filming, but I was still nervous. I had already met up with the director and some of the cast involved in the scene, but today I was going to be meeting the main four actors and two members of Queen.

I was just finished with wardrobe and was on my way to hair and makeup when I came across one of the main actors, Gwilym. I had been told about him after being cast, since he was the one playing Brian May, but I hadn’t met him yet. I suddenly felt nervous as I approached the hair and makeup trailer, where Gwilym was stood outside the door also waiting. He looked up as he heard me approach and smiled.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” I said back. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Gwilym. Nice to meet you.” He reached out and shook my hand. I hoped he couldn’t feel how my hands were shaking. “You’re playing Brian’s wife, right? Well, my wife I guess.”

I chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. I’m getting all dolled up for my one day on set to film my one, dialogue-less scene.”

“Hey, there’s no such thing as small parts remember.”

I made a face at him. “You sound like my old theater teachers.”

Gwilym cringed. “That’s the last thing I’d ever want.”

I laughed. The door to the hair and makeup trailer opened and two other extras came out. The stylist greeted us and told us to come in. I sat in one chair while Gwilym sat in the one next to me. I watched the stylist grab a long, brunette wig and place it next to Gwilym.

“I’m gonna have to do Gwilym’s wig firs since that’ll take the longest,” she told me. “So, sit tight, and try not to mess up your wardrobe too much.”

I nodded and gave her a thumbs up.

I watched the process of applying Gwilym’s wig. It really did take a long time. First, a bald cap had to be applied to Gwilym’s head. Then, the wig was placed on his head in a few different ways to figure out the best placement. Once that was figured out, the wig had to be pinned down in a way that made it look natural on his head, and not like a wig.

“So,” Gwilym said, trying his best not to move his head. “Since we’re going to be here a while, and since we’re playing a married couple, I suppose we should get to know one another.”

“Sure,” I said with a laugh. “What do you want to know?”

“Is this your first movie?”

“It is. Until now I was just an extra in a few sitcoms. I had one line once, that’s the extent of my career.”

“Well, extras are important. Without them, a scene would look so stupid if it was just the main characters.”

I shrugged. “I know that, and I know every actor has to start somewhere, but I’ve been doing this for roughly five years. Performing Arts schools are expensive and I sometimes worry I made a mistake persuing acting.”

I saw Gwilym’s eyes quickly look over at me before looking back at the mirror in front of him. “It’s never a mistake to chase your dreams. It just takes time. You have to play the small parts in order to get experience for the big ones.”

“You’re right. It’s just taking so long. But I’m here now, so that’s a step up.” I shook my head. “Anyways, away from my career insecurities. Tell me a bit about you.”

We talked throughout his wig applying process. We exchanged embarrassing childhood stories, talked about how we got into acting, general details about one another. I had forgotten about the fact that I was waiting to have my own hair and makeup done by the time Gwilym stood from his chair.

He looked at himself in the mirror before turning to me. “How do I look?”

I tilted my head as I looked up at him. “Scarily like Brian May.”

He chuckled. “That’s good, then. They won’t fire me anytime soon. I’ll see you on set?”

I nodded and watched him go. I felt a little disappointed by the fact that he was leaving. I had really enjoyed talking to him. The next time I’d see him would be on set for the scene, where we wouldn’t be able to talk, and then once that ended I’d never see him again.

The stylist started going my hair and makeup. She showed me a picture of Brian and his wife in the early 80s, which was when the scene was set, as the inspiration for my look in the scene. It was subtle, but it was clearly 80s. It didn’t take as long as Gwilym’s had, and soon enough, I was on my way again.

I stepped out of the trailer just as Gwilym was walking up again. He was now in his costume, looking so much like a young Brian May that it was scary.

“Right on time,” he said. “I was coming back to walk you to set.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” I said, but I was touched by the offer.

“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to, so I am.” He offered an arm to me, like a gentleman. I took it and we started walking to set. “Besides, it’s a big scene with a lot of people. It might be nerve wracking to walk on set by yourself with all those people.”

“It is. Especially with meeting the rest of the main cast at the same time.”

“Oh, they’re all a bunch of wankers, you don’t have to worry about meeting them.”

I giggled. “You can’t say that about Brian May and Roger Taylor, though. And they’re going to be on set, too.”

“No, you’re right. But they are very kind. You don’t have to worry about meeting them. I’m sure everyone will like you. Even if they didn’t, who cares? You won’t have to see them again after today.”

He had a point, but it was still sad to hear out loud. I had been preparing for this day for so long, excited for my first big project. And now, within a matter of hours, it would all be over. I’d be sent back home, waiting for the next role to come up, hoping that maybe this movie could help with that role being a bigger one than just an extra. Back to my normal, boring life.

Saying goodbye to Gwilym.

I had managed to shock myself with that thought. I had only known Gwilym for maybe an hour and a half, but the thought of only having this day with him brought on a bit of sadness. He was so kind, and he seemed so genuine. I had never been on a set where the main actors even acknowledged that the extras existed, let alone be nice enough to walk one to set after talking to her for some time.

Not to mention he was extremely handsome. Especially when he smiled, like he was smiling at me now.

God, don’t develop a crush on the guy you’ll never see again after today.

My heart rate jumped the second we walked on to set. Gwilym wasn’t lying when he said there was going to be a lot of people in the scene. The mansion set was packed with people, so full that there was just barely enough room to move around. I was hoping this was the only amount of extras that were set to be in the scene, or else I think my nerves would go into over drive.

The director spotted Gwilym and I almost immediately and led us over to where we were set to be for the scene. Rami, Joseph, and Ben were already sat around having a laugh as we walked up. They happily greeted Gwilym, and he then introduced me to the lot of them. They were very nice and welcomed me in almost immediately, but it was still pretty surreal to be there with them. Especially Joseph, who I had seen in Jurassic Park when I was just a kid. I almost felt out of place there, but I could tell I wasn’t alone. I introduced myself to the other girls who were playing Ben and Joseph’s on screen love interests, who also looked just as out of place as I felt.

We were all sat around together when the buzz in the room suddenly turned into a hush. It wasn’t hard to know what had just happened: they had arrived.

Brian May and Roger Taylor themselves.

Rock and roll royalty.

I looked over and my heart leapt into my throat at the sight of them. It was hard to believe that they were actually real. I had been listening to Queen’s music all my life, but it wasn’t until this moment that I truly realized that these legends were actual real people.

Actual real people who were walking towards us.

I jumped when I felt a hand on my arm. I looked over to see that it was Gwilym’s hand. When I looked at him, he smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back, the nervousness in my stomach being replaced with butterflies. His hand moved down my arm and squeezed my own. I squeezed his hand back.

“My God.”

I looked up to see Brian and Roger stood over us. I tried to put on my best smile, hoping it wasn’t as obvious as I felt it was that I was shaking. Brian was looking between Gwilym and I, a look in his eye that I couldn’t quite place. Reminiscent, maybe?

“They did a spot on job casting for this movie,” Brian commented. “It feels like I’m looking into a mirror with you two.”

“If there mirror were about 50 years younger,” Roger teased.

“You speak from experience, don’t you old man?” Brian retorted. I couldn’t help but chuckle at their banter. Years of friendship and knowing one another, and they were still cracking jokes and poking fun. I hoped to be like them with my friends when I got older. “What’s your name, love?”

It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. In fact, there was nothing going on in my head at all. It was like I had completely forgotten every little thing I had ever learned in my life. How does one continue to function after Brian May calls them “love”?

“This is (Y/N),” Gwilym said, saving me from my colossal choke.

“Yes,” I finally managed. “Sorry, my name is (Y/N). I’m a little nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about, darling,” Brian said. “You already have the look of my wife down. And it seems you and young Gwilym here have already gotten quite acquainted.”

I didn’t realize that Gwilym and I were still holding hands. I expected him to let go at that moment, as if he were just realizing as well, but he didn’t. Instead, he kept hold of my hand, giving it another reassuring squeeze. I wondered if the blush on my face was noticeable under the makeup.

The director called for places, so Brian and Roger took their places off set. I let out a sigh of relief after they were gone and moved into place with Gwilym.

“See?” he whispered to me as we were passed glasses of fake champagne. “They’re not that bad.”

“Their presence alone is a little terrifying,” I whispered back.

“But you got through it. Seems Brian’s taken a liking to you. Although, that’s not surprisingly considering how lovely you are.”

I was convinced this was all some sort of very long, very detailed dream. I was going to wake up at any given moment.

The scene went by very smoothly. It wasn’t hard to just look between the boys as they spoke, smiling when I was supposed to smile, offering a sour look when Rami arrived, acting as a rather rude Freddie. It felt like Gwilym was moving closer to me with each take that we did. First we started off sitting in separate chairs, until the director asked if we would switch and sit in the couch that Joseph and his lady friend had been sat in. Gwilym had moved towards me at the start of that take, and by the final take of the day our bodies were touching and his arm was around me. I was glad I didn’t have any lines, or else I would’ve likely forgotten every single one of them.

When the director called cut and said it was a wrap on the scene, I tried not to let my sadness show. The extras started to file out of the room, going to get read for a different scene that they were filling for. Not me, though. I was going to wardrobe to get my outfit taken back, and then I was going home. If I was lucky, I would be invited to the premiere, otherwise I would never see any of these people again.

I wouldn’t see Gwilym again.

Ben, Joseph, and Rami were kind enough to give me a hug and tell me they were happy to have met me. I told them likewise and started my way back to the wardrobe trailer.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

I turned to see Gwilym rushing up towards me.

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for your next scene?” I asked him.

“Yes, but I wanted to talk to you before you left,” he said. “Look, I know this is a bit presumptive to ask because we only really spoke to one another for that time in hair and makeup, and I have no idea if you’re even single so maybe I’m about to make an ass out of myself, but I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go out this evening once I’ve finished on set.”

Everything in my brain? Gone.

Every last bit of it.

Gone.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. It had to be a dream, right? There was no way it was real. I would’ve pinched myself if it wouldn’t have made me look like a total idiot in front of Gwilym.

“Yes,” I said. “ I mean, yeah, sure, I - I would love that.”

His face lit up. “Yeah? Okay. Here, let me give you my number.”

We both realized we didn’t have our phones, so we had to do it the old fashioned way - Gwilym found a pen and paper, and wrote down his number for me. I took the paper and shoved it into my pocket.

“I’ll text you once I’m no longer part of the 80s,” I said, gesturing towards my outfit.

He chuckled. “And I’ll do the same.”

We both stood, just looking at each other for a moment. It wasn’t until Gwilym was called back to set that we finally, reluctantly, broke away to go out separate ways. I put my hand in my pocket and closed it around the piece of paper containing Gwilym’s number. I smiled to myself, having to restrain myself from skipping happily towards wardrobe.

I guess history really does repeat itself, I thought with a laugh.

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 4 years

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˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ˎˊ˗

–gwylim lee!brian may alert (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

[𝟏] you and brian driving with the queen; he feels a little uncertain but you calm him.

❝ –sweetheart, brian, are you alright? –of course, babe, i'm okay. –i feel that you don't. just lay back and hold my hand, hm? i'm gonna try chase your worries away. ❞

[𝟐] you and brian had a fight at night; he stressed so much because he thought that at morning you not gonna be beside him. he wakes up extra-early, going to the studio, don't want to talk with you about the last night. when he practices, the guys reassure him that he has not to worry; you never gonna end up.

❝ –but... what if y/n pack her things, the coffee machine too, and just leaves, what am i gonna supposed to do? –don't worry, y/n's just sticked into your ass like you into hers. and never let the women take coffe machine, that's the charter!! ❞

(𝘯𝘨𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦'-𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘎𝘖𝘚𝘏)

[𝟑] brian hears your clapping outside from the recording room.

❝ –YOU ARE AMAZING BRIAN!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! –thank you, babylove, i love you too.. –isn't she lovely, lads? –i told you to shut up, fred! ❞

[𝟒] brian get asked about your relationship, and the negative questions (like a that you're just a gold digger and that's why you're with him, or that you cheat on him endlessly when he's on tour or stage) he hears about you, simply don't believing how rude the people are towards you.

❝ –what about y/n, brian? what about her cheats on you? –...her what? she could never cheat on me, okay? –we have seen yesterday in a new dress, is it from you? –i don't know, girls like to buy new clothes, even freddie, so i don't see the problem. –but you really don't think that y/n just use you for your money? –jesus christ, can you guys just– –i had a cold last week, if anyone cares. –joe tried to defuse the tension, giving brian a little escape. ❞

[𝟓] you buy a new coat for brian, and he wears it so endlessly that the boys don’t stop teasing him about it.

❝ –did that piece of shit just grown to you, or what? –how can you say something like "piece of shit"? y/n bought me this, do you see the pattern? it's the coolest thing i've ever had! –okay, i just asked that- –that's from the blue 17? the new collection? –yes, yes, it is, fred! it's cool, isn't it? –y/n's a little style queen, keep her *chucking his tongue and teeth together* –see, rog? me and y/n are cool, and you aren't! *sticking out his tounge*❞

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