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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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Horror Movie (Right There On My TV)

Pairing: Ben X Fem!Reader X Joe

Summery: You and the boys have a horror movie marathon

Warnings: Ya’ll this fics got it all. We’ve got fluff! We’ve got hurt/comfort! We’ve got a little angst! And of course we’ve got smut (18+)! Oral Sex (mostly m receiving but also a little f receiving), sensory deprivation in the form of blindfolds, fear play, restraints, a little hint of slapping, a bit of sub!reader, a bit of denial, fingering, unprotected sex, a little bit of m/m, i think that covers it

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A/N: This is my HalloQueen event entry for @mrbenhardys ! Kyra I have absolutely loved getting to know you and I hope you enjoy this! 🎃💚

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Your relationship with Ben and Joe was hard to define. A facebook relationship status update would say it’s complicated. Acquaintances would say you and Ben were dating and that Joe was a close friend. The few friends who knew something about your situation would probably describe you as a lucky bitch for managing to snag two hot fuckbuddies. Which, admittedly, you were. It had started the same as most casual relationships you’d seen before, you and ben and a less-than-sober hookup. It happened on a night out celebrating a mutual friend’s birthday and then it had just sort of kept happening. A tipsy pash here, a booty call there. You fell back on each other after unsuccessful nights out and stressful work days. He never made you leave if you were at his place late and, after a week where you stayed over more nights than you spent at home, you’d ended up having a discussion about what was happening between you. Neither of you was in the right place for a proper relationship. You’d only recently got out of something fairly long term and he was very career oriented, still trying to learn how to mix his professional life with his personal, especially now that he was auditioning for roles in bigger productions. So you agreed to keep it casual and fun. Stress relief he sometimes called it, or distraction or a hundred other innuendos and code names. But no matter what name you used it was exactly what you both wanted: a regular good, fun shag.

The night you met Joe he flirted with you outrageously. Ben had invited you out with a bunch of other friends, a proper piss up to welcome Joe and make up for celebrations Ben had missed while he’d been filming. He was excited for the two of you to meet, sure you’d get along like a house on fire, though he probably hadn’t expected see you grinding against each other on the dancefloor quite so quickly. You caught him looking at you from over the shoulder of whichever friends he was talking to once or twice, feeling suddenly awkward under his gaze and a little like you were in the wrong. Maybe because it had been a while since you’d been with anyone other than Ben and there was the assumption you’d end up in his bed at the end of the night. But you’d reminded yourself that you and Ben weren’t exclusive, just friends who sometimes saw each other naked, and let your attention drift back to Joe. You’d ended up making out with him before the night was done, in a dark corner of the club, hands grabbing at each other, his tongue practically down your throat. That was as far as you got though. He was crashing in Ben’s spare room and you felt just a little too weird about the situation to let it progress any further. At least, until a few days later. You went over to Ben’s with the intention of just hanging out with the two of them, maybe watch a movie or take the dog for a walk. Ben had been so sure you and Joe would get on and you wanted to make a proper effort, have a conversation unhindered by house music and shots and wandering hands. Joe answered the door, explaining that Ben had just left with Frankie and didn’t expect to be back for a couple of hours. “I’ve just put the kettle on though, do you want a coffee? Tea? Ben’s told me so much about you and I’m dying to get to know the girl who pushed him out of a window.” “He told you that?” you asked, following Joe through to the kitchen. “Yup,” “Well he lied, I never pushed him out of anything. The idiot was drunk and fell out himself. Besides it was the ground floor, wasn’t a proper fall anyway.” “That’s not how he tells it,” “No, well, if he told it properly it wouldn’t be half so impressive,” you laughed. You’d ended up talking for a bit, realising Ben had been right about how much you’d like Joe. The friendly conversation led to picking up where you’d left off a few night’s previous which led to both of you giggling as you scurried into the spare room, shedding clothing as soon as the door was shut behind you.

Ben arrived home and was startled by you, wearing nothing but Joe’s shirt on your way back from the bathroom. The uncomfortable moment was only made more uncomfortable by Joe almost walking into you both, wearing only his boxers. “Y/N? What’s taking so long? You said you were going to blow me,” his voice trailed off at the end as his eyes landed on Ben. “Hey Ben, fancy seeing you here in your own home,” “You’re both getting on then?” Ben’s voice was cheery but uncomfortably so, like he was trying too hard. “Mmhmm, guess you were right about us,” you said, not quite meeting Ben’s eye. “Good, I’m glad,” his gaze were fixed on you, completely ignoring Joe who still stood in the doorway to his room, “Just out of curiosity, how long have you...” “Today was the first time,” you said, equally as focused on Ben as he was on you, “Came over figuring we’d all hang out and I’d get to know Joe because you kept going on about him. Didn’t really expect anything else to happen.” “Okay, cool. I mean, it’s fine, you’d make a cute couple,” “Thats not... it’s not like that. Right Joe?” you looked away from Ben for the first time since he’d appeared, “It’s nothing serious.” Joe blinked like he’d forgotten he was part of the scene taking place, like he wanted to call out to the director for his next line, “Oh, yeah, no. I mean, I’m only here for a couple of weeks and I’m not really looking for serious right now.” “Cool. That’s cool. None of my business anyway. Sorry, I’ll,” he gestured vaguely in the direction of the lounge room before disappearing through the doorway. You chewed on your lower lip, staring at the spot where he’d been. “Soooo,” Joe drew the word out until he ran out of breath, “can I ask what that was about?” “Huh? Oh um, yeah. Me and Ben have kind of had a thing going for a while,” you walked past Joe into his room searching the floor for your clothes, it didn't feel right to continue now that you weren't alone. “Shit, really?” “Yeah but not like anything specific. Just a casual thing. Other people weren’t off limits or anything so there’s nothing to worry about.” “Still feel kinda bad. It’s his house after all.” “Yeah,” you sighed, trying to convince yourself that was the only reason you felt bad. “What if we didn’t have to though? Feel bad that is.” You paused, halfway through pulling your underwear back on, “What d’you mean?” “What if he joined us,” Joe shrugged as he made the suggestion, trying to seem casual. “Really?” “Yeah, if you’re cool with it?” “I’ll go get him then,” “I’ll wait here then,”

You crept towards Ben as quietly as possible, almost making him spill his drink over both of you as you flopped onto his lap. “Shouldn’t you be with Joe?” Ben kept his gaze fixed on the TV screen. “Wanted to ask you something,” “What could possibly be so urgent?” “Do you maybe want to join us?” “What?” “Threesome, Ben. You in?” “Is that a trick question? Of course I’m bloody in,” You laughed as Ben swooped in to kiss you quickly and then pushed you off his lap, giving your arse a small slap to get you moving back to the bedroom. “Who’s idea was this?” Ben asked as he followed you back to where Joe was waiting. “Joe’s but it wasn’t like I needed convincing,” “Geez Mazzello, didn’t realise you were so hot for me.” “As if you haven’t been pining over me for months.”

The three of you fell into the arrangement quietly, without feeling like you had to discuss it overly much. It was just fun, after all. You did have a conversation over dinner about limits and likes but there was an understanding that, whatever your relationship was, it didn’t need to be defined or spelt out. You continued to hook up with Ben and, when the chance arose for you to see Joe you would, sometimes all three of you spending the night together. While Joe was away, home in the US, you kept in constant contact. Group chats between the three of you featuring jokes at each other’s expense, plans for things to do next time Joe was able to make it back to your part of the world and outrageously flirty messages, some of them down right filthy. Plus a private chat where you sent each other photos from your beds and lamented the distance between. Ben spent a few weeks visiting Joe and they made sure you knew everything that happened, your phone constantly vibrating as photo after photo was sent to you. The two of them at a baseball match, a series of shots taken while having dinner, a sneaky picture of an unaware Ben getting out of the shower, all of them captioned with things like bet you wish you were here, and better than what you’re eating, and jealous?

You and Joe got closer, despite being so far apart, during a few weeks when Ben started seeing someone else. It came as a surprise, Ben not so much as mentioning it to you until the day you texted to see if he wanted to come over to play videogames, have a drink and make out a bit. His reply felt awkward, like he didn’t want to admit he was with another woman, or maybe you were just projecting your own sudden, inexplicable hurt onto his words. You spent the night talking to Joe instead, wishing he was with you to make you forget the unexpected pang that had hit you when you saw Ben’s message. The conversation, which started with a joke about him no longer having to share you with Ben, carried you through three glasses of wine and ended with you sending him a video of you fingering yourself, only needing to wait about thirty seconds before he was calling for more. It was a good distraction for the night and one that continued regularly for the full length of Ben’s new fling. Eventually, sick of only being able to listen to your moans through the phone, Joe booked a flight back to visit. Once again he crashed at Ben’s place, though he barely used the bed. Even nights where the three of you would hang out together had the tendency to end with Joe following you home.

During his stay you learnt how he took his coffee and which were his favourite snacks, stocking up on all of them. You got used to the smell of his aftershave in your bathroom and on your sheets. And to the sound of his laughter ringing through your rooms. The day you came home from work and found him cooking dinner you decided that meeting him had been one of the best things to happen to you, and the thought was only confirmed later that night when he went down on you. Weekend mornings became excuses to stay in bed, snuggled up together under the covers, dozing between giggly remarks and lazy kisses. Unsurprisingly, Ben was a frequent topic of conversation. “Maybe we shouldn’t speculate about his bird so much,” you sighed, wriggling further into Joe’s embrace. “Well if he’d just tell us something about her we wouldn’t have to,” “You’re right, this is his fault. I bet she’s a bitch.” “Y/N!” Joe mock scalded, “Our Benny wouldn’t date a bitch. A cow maybe,” You both laughed, letting the sound fade into silence naturally. “No, she’s probably terribly lovely.” you said after a pause, “pretty too,” “I reckon she’s tall. Ben’s got a thing for tall girls,” he nudged you, pulling another smile onto your face. “I miss him,” “Great, what am I, chopped liver?” “Oh shush, you know what I mean. You saw us the other night, it’s different now. He’s more awkward around me.” “Yeah, I get the feeling you wouldn’t have seen as much of him if I wasn’t here,” “That’s probably true,” “It’ll pass. You’ll be back to normal before you know it,” “Bit hard since our normal involved a lot of sex, but I appreciate the sentiment.” “Well, if things don’t get better between you, you could always move over my way. I’m sure we’d be able to get you a job over there. And you wouldn’t even have to worry about a place to live or anything since I’ve got a perfectly good one. Could take my guest room. Or half of my room, I’ll clear some draws for you, save you some space in the wardrobe.” “Joe...” Part of you loved the idea, the thought of Joe liking you enough to want something more serious made you feel warm and gooey. But you sensed he wasn’t letting on to the full extent of his feelings, something unsaid hanging between you, and you didn’t know what to do with it. “I know, I know. A bit too serious sounding. But you are welcome any time. We can take pictures for Ben, maybe make him jealous enough that he breaks it off with what's-her-name and come back to us.” “Sounds like a brilliant plan. If they’re still together at the end of the month I’ll book my ticket.” You both fell into another fit of giggles, easing the momentary tension that had risen in your chest as he found your lips again.

They weren’t together by the end of the month. It only took a few weeks for the relationship to fizzle out and a few days after that he was calling you again. You tried not to look too happy when he appeared on your doorstep brandishing a bottle of your favourite rosé, a grin breaking out despite your annoyance at his interrupting you and Joe. “I can come back later,” he said, noticing your dishevelled hair and the robe you’d hastily thrown on. “It’s just Joe. You can come in if you want,” He nodded, dumping the bottle on the first table he passed as he followed you to your room. “Look who I found,” “Ben! Guess you finally realised how much you missed us,” “I think you missed me more,” he laughed, things instantly feeling like nothing had changed, “How’s our pretty whore been managing with only one cock to satisfy her?” “She’s been managing just fine, thanks,” Joe said as he hurled a pillow towards Ben. But Ben caught it, coming close to hit Joe over the head with it before swooping in to kiss him quickly. His smile was warm as he flopped onto the bed, squeezing into the space between you and Joe. “I did miss you though,” he said softly, pulling you into a deep kiss. You melted into him, your hand falling to his chest, able to feel his heart beating beneath your palm. “Hey, y’know as much as I enjoy watching you two together, me and Y/N were kind of in the middle of something.” You laughed against Ben’s lips, pulling away so you could lean over and kiss Joe too.

So it continued. Too many feelings for friends with benefits to feel like an apt description, but none of you claiming more than that. Any attempts to label your relationship only raised more questions until you gave up trying, but it was something none of you wanted to trade in or give up. Sometimes you worried that Joe, living so far away, felt left out, though you did everything you could to include him. But it became easier when he landed a role in a movie that was filming close to Ben’s place. He moved into Ben’s guest room again, this time for a few months rather than a few days or weeks. You celebrated his arrival by pouncing on him before he was even fully though the door, sinking to your knees and tugging his pants down with the promise that he could have you however he wanted in every room of the house. Ben rolled his eyes, dragging one of Joe’s suitcases over the threshold and complained that you’d never made him that offer.

The three of you settled into a kind of domestic bliss. Mornings spent drinking coffee before any of you had to rush off to work. Evenings spent walking Frankie, in a pair or all together, taking her to the park. Nights spent on the couch sharing a bottle of white wine as you talked, or drinking chai lattes as you snuggled close to keep warm. Sometimes you’d curl up in an armchair and doze, listening to the boys run lines together, or to Ben messing around with his guitar, the TV on in the background even though no one was watching it. Weekends and days off spent lazing around the house or heading out together. You cooked dinner together or argued about what to takeout to order, stole each other’s clothes, and sometimes all fell asleep in the same bed, whoever was in the middle waking up sweating in the morning from how warm it got. Fast and needy afternoon sex with Ben while Joe was still on set. Slow and lazy morning sex with Joe when he didn’t have to be in until late. Making out with one on the couch turning into both of them grabbing you, pulling you into place so they could have you at the same time. At first you returned to your own home each night but you gave it up as a bad joke before too long, happier to stay in either of their bed’s, even on nights when you were all too tired to so much as think about sex.

One night, a couple of weeks after Joe moved in, found the three of you huddled up on the couch together watching a scary movie. It had been your idea to have a horror movie marathon. The storm belting down outside set the perfect mood and the idea of cuddling up to your boys was too nice to pass up. Joe had jumped at the suggestion, already listing the movies he thought deserved to be watched before you’d even finished talking. Ben had agreed too, a little slower than Joe but with a joke about how scaring a girl with a horror movie was the number one way to get her into bed. You laughed and let them playfully argue about which of their beds you’d end up in, as you settled into the couch between them. “It’s gonna be mine, mate,” Ben said, readjusting in his seat so his body was turned towards you and Joe, “No offence but I’ve got the better arms for a comforting cuddle. Also, you don’t technically own a bed here. You’re in my bloody guest room so I think that means I get dibs,” “Bullshit! If you were a good host you’d let the guest have her.” “Think I let you have enough as is. That’s my jumper isn’t it?” Ben pointed at the maroon knit Joe had donned as he rushed out the door that morning. “That’s like comparing apples and oranges,” “Do I get a say in this?” You asked offhandedly as you scrolled through Netflix. “Only if you’re agreeing with me,” Ben countered, wrapping his arm around your middle and pulling you tight against his body. The sleeve of his yellow knit sweater scratched softly against the partially exposed skin of your stomach as you giggled. Joe leaned in towards you, his hand falling to your knee, “Don’t worry honey, we both know you’ll sneak into my bed once he’s asleep.”

There was a little more bickering from both of them, Ben reminding you that you could hide your face against his chest if you got scared, Joe scoffing that it’d be like hiding your face against a brick wall and you’d be better off leaning into him, even as Joe turned off the lights and you turned the volume up, loud enough to be heard over the storm. They both quieted down as the first movie started, though neither of them removed their hands from you. Occasionally Joe would shift his up your thigh, rubbing your skin softly as though he were soothing you or trying to warm you up, and at one particularly unexpected jump scare, both their grips on you tightened, neither relinquishing their hold until the movie was over. As the credits were rolling Joe grabbed the controller, flipping through the other horror titles until he found what he was looking for. “Found it!” “Bird Box?” “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to watch this for ages,” he said, “just haven’t had the chance yet,” “Ben, have you seen it?” “Um, no, I haven’t. But I’ve heard it’s good,” his voice sounded thick and he stopped to clear his throat between statements. “Alright hush up I’m starting it,” You glanced over at Ben but he caught you, flashing you a smile as he dropped a kiss to your shoulder and then turned back to the screen. You smiled back, deciding he’d only sounded odd from not using his voice for a couple of hours. Only fifteen minutes or so into the movie Ben got up, tiptoeing towards the front door, making sure it was locked, and then heading into another room as quietly as he could. You glanced at his back, but the screen soon drew your attention again, Joe’s eyes never having left it. Ben returned a few moments later with a large soft blanket, throwing it over the three of you as he settled back into place beside you, his arms looping around you loosely once more. During a particularly intense scene his hold on you tightened again, fingertips digging into your skin a little uncomfortably. You lay your hand over his, idly rubbing your thumb over his skin, and heard him release a shaky breath close to your ear, his grip relaxing. As the movie continued Ben tensed up more and more, pulling his feet up under him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. A loud clap of thunder erupted outside and you felt Ben gasp, his chest rising with the sharp intake of breath. You, somewhat awkwardly, managed to bring your hand up to run your fingers softly through his hair, feeling him relax again at the comforting touch, though not enough to look at the screen properly or move out of your reach again.

When the movie ended Joe got up and walked towards the light switch. “How about I make us all a tea or coffee or something before we start the next one,” “Think Ben might need something a little stronger,” The lights flicked on and Joe turned to find Ben huddled up against you. He started laughing. “Joe! Don’t be mean!” “Sorry, but you have to admit it’s a little funny. Mr ‘im here with my muscles if you’re scared’ having to hide under a blanket,” You shot Joe a warning look before focusing back in on Ben, stroking his cheek when he sat up straight again. “You okay bub?” “Yeah, sorry, just don’t do great with horror stuff,” “You should have said, we could have watched something different,” “No no, I should have gone off and done something else. I’d seen part of that first one already though and knew it wasn’t too bad. A couple of jump scares got me but otherwise it was fine. That second one though, with the blindfolds…” he shuddered. “Aww, Benny, come ‘ere” you moved to straddle his lap, pulling him into a hug. You heard Joe scoff but ignored him as your hand slipped over Ben’s shoulder and onto his back to rub soothing circles there. “Will you stay with me tonight? Don’t think I’ll get much sleep if I’m alone,” “Of course bub, whatever you need,” “Thanks,” he gave you a small sheepish smile. “I didn’t know you don’t like horror,” Joe said suspiciously, flopping into the seat beside you and Ben, arms crossed over his chest. “Not really something that comes up much, is it?” “And you’re definitely not bullshitting us to get Y/N into bed?” “No, not at all.” “But it is a bit of a bonus,” you laughed, nudging Joe’s shoulder teasingly. “Good, because otherwise I’d have to be offended that you’d choose her over me. She’s all arms and legs, nothing like as cuddly as me,” You felt Ben’s hand fall to one of your legs, tracing lightly from your ankle up to your thigh. “They are very nice legs though.” “Very nice,” Joe’s hand mirrored Ben’s. “What are you two doing? I’m trying to be comforting here,” “Can think of a few ways you could comfort me, love. Both of you. Only fair.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as Joe turned Ben’s head, the fingers on his chin pulling him into a soft, warm kiss. Ben’s hands slipped towards your arse, holding you securely against him as you raked your fingers through his hair. Your lips replaced Joe’s as he pulled back, shifting onto his knees so he could better reach Ben’s neck, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake. The longer you and Joe lavished attention on Ben, switching between sucking at his pulse point and pressing your lips to his, the needier he got. Small, contented sighs and hums rose up in his throat, contrasted by how hard he was growing under you. His fingers pressed into you as he encouraged you to rock against him, bucking up when either of you made him feel particularly good, until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Wait,” he rasped, holding you still as Joe sat back on his knees. “Tell me what you want, bub.” “Mouth, please,” Grinning, you slid off his lap, pushing the blanket aside. You tapped his ankle to get him to open his legs wider so you could kneel between them. Ben groaned when you ran your finger along the outline of his still clothed dick, teasing him a little more before you pulled his joggers down and set him free. “Don’t worry Benny,” you leaned forward and let a long string of saliva drip over Ben’s cock, “gonna make you feel so good you’ll forget all about the movie.” He swore as you took him in your hand, pumping his entire length once, twice, before closing your lips around him. You lowered your head until you felt him hit the roof of your mouth and then came back up, tongue dragging along his underside. You didn’t quite let him fall from your mouth, waiting until the last moment to sink back down until he was once again hitting the roof of your mouth. Looking up through your lashes you saw both boys staring at you. Ben’s cheeks were flushed, his hand balled up into a fist, clutching the blanket he’d brought earlier. Joe was looking at you intently, lip pulled between his teeth. He had one hand tangled in Ben’s hair, the other lay still against Ben’s stomach as if it’d been about to slip under his jumper when he’d become distracted. Not that you could blame him.

A loud groan from Ben broke through the air as you came up for a breath. “Please don’t sto- oh fuck,” he whined as you sunk back down, letting him slip into your throat. “She is very good at that, isn’t she,” Joe said, blinking himself free of the trance you’d put him under. Ben managed to choke out a noise that sounded like agreement, but he was much too distracted to articulate anything properly. You pulled up again, stroking him in the absence of your mouth, as you gave your jaw a moment to relax, relishing the way he whined so needily. “Go on, keep going,” Joe palmed at the front of his own pants, “not very nice to make the poor boy wait,” “Hmm, funny how I’m doing all the work here,” “You don’t need my help, princess, got it completely under control,” “That’s true,” you chuckled, lightly squeezing Ben’s balls and making him gasp, just to prove it. “Babe, as fun as listening to you and Joe talk is, you’ve started something and I need you to finish it.” “Sorry bub,” you giggled, dropping a kiss to his thigh and then another to his cock. Joe leaned his head on Ben’s shoulder, settling in to watch the show and you once again stretched your mouth around Ben, taking him as deep as you were able. You put everything you had into the blowjob, using everything you knew about Ben to drive him towards his release. His pretty moans only rose in volume as you bobbed up and down, swirling your tongue over his tip, gagging as you took him deep. Hollowed cheeks and cupped balls, finger nails lightly running along the spots you knew were most sensitive. You could hear Joe, cooing at Ben, telling him how lovely he sounded moaning your name, how hot it was to watch, encouraging him. “Gonna cum for us? Gonna show Y/N how much you like her mouth wrapped around your cock? She’s been so good. Earned a reward. C’mon, cum all over her tongue, give her something to swallow.” It wasn’t the first time you’d heard one of your boys encourage the other to finish in or on you, but it still hit you hard, making you feel more aroused than you already were. You hummed around his cock, trying to convey your own encouragement wordlessly, the vibrations enough to push him over the edge. Ben swore as he came, rutting into your mouth as you milked every drop from him, Joe praising him and you softly.

You stood up, stretching with a small moan before reclaiming your place on Ben’s lap, “how was that? Feel better?” “Mmhmm, much,” he said, lips bitten and eyes soft, fingers dropping to your knee, rubbing at the indent the carpet had made. “Good,” you leaned forward with the intention of kissing Ben but Joe stopped you, taking you by the chin, his thumb skimming over the corner of your mouth. “Missed some,” he said, dragging his thumb over your lip. It tasted like Ben when he slipped it onto your tongue. “Go on, suck,” he said, watching you just long enough to ensure you did as you were told before turning to Ben, “y’know, I don’t think it’s right that she gets away so easy,” “What d’you mean? “Don’t you want to punish her a little? Give her a little taste of her own medicine?” “Again I ask, what do you mean?” “She really deserves some sort of payback for putting you through all that,” You grabbed Joe’s arm and tugged his hand away, “If I remember correctly it was you who chose the movie,” “Shhhhh, princess,” he said, covering your mouth with his other hand, almost laughing, “that’s not important. What’s important is that it was your idea to have a horror movie night in the first place. And I’m ready to watch you squirm.” “I take it you have an idea then,” “Yuuuup,” he popped the ‘p’, “I’m thinking blindfolds, I’m thinking restraints, I’m thinking….hmm…maybe some edging, who knows?” “Babe? You okay with it?” You wriggled on Ben’s lap, trying to subtly relieve some of the pressure that had only built with each of Joe’s ideas, “uh, yeah, yeah sounds fun,” “I knew you’d be wet for it,” Joe smirked as he got up to retrieve the supplies.

“Hey,” Ben said softly as Joe left the room, drawing your attention away from the doorway, “thank you, for before,” “It was a blowjob Ben, and probably not the last one you’ll get from me, no need to thank me so seriously,” “No, I meant for before that. You kept me much calmer than I felt during the movie. Just, y’know, letting me lean on you and the way you held my hand and stuff,” Ben’s eyebrows furrowed, “I’m not articulating it well, but you really did help,” “Well, you’re welcome,” you pushed a strand of hair behind his ear, “I just did what I would have wanted. What you’ve done when you’ve comforted me.” Ben pulled you into a hug, arms tight around your back as your head fell under his chin. “I don’t say this very often, Y/N, but I’m really glad we started doing this. And that we’re back to normal.” “Me too,” you laughed, “best sex I’ve ever had.” Ben laughed too, “well yeah, there’s that, but everything else too. I..” You could feel Ben’s heart beating under your hand, it sped up as he considered his next words. “At the risk of opening a can of worms… I don’t exactly know what we are or what to call this. But, it… it means a lot to me. You and Joe mean a lot to me. And,” You waited, holding your breath, Ben’s heart hammering against your palm. “maybe I shouldn’t say this while Joe’s not around but I… I think I –” “Found a blindfold!” Joe was practically bouncing as he came back into the room though he stopped when he saw you pushing yourself off Ben’s chest to sit up again, “Am I interrupting something?” One glance at Ben told you he didn’t want to say any more about it just yet, though you thought you could guess where he’d been heading before the interruption. “You caught us Joe, took so long we got impatient and squeezed in a quickie. Y’know Ben’s a cuddler afterwards.” “Ha ha, very funny,” he waved a piece of material in your face, “found a bandana in one of Ben’s cupboards. Not sure why he has one but it’s our good fortune he does otherwise I would’ve had to cut up a shirt.” “I dressed up as a cowboy for a party once,” Ben shrugged, “never got rid of the costume.” “Good thing because I’m definitely going to need to see you in it. I feel like you’d make a very sexy cowboy, don’t you Joe?” “Definitely. ‘Specially if he’s wearing the assless chaps I found too,” “Oh fuck off, I don’t own any assless chaps and you both know it,” “But now I know what to get you for Christmas,” “Don’t you dare,” “Why not?” “Cause I already got some for him,” Ben jerked his thumb as Joe, a cheeky smile lighting up his face at the joke. “Alright alright, enough assless chaps. Only one of us has had a chance to get off so far and that needs to change. So, blindfold.” He held the bandana up and moved behind you, looping it over your eyes and tying it toff tightly behind your head. “Can you see?” “Nope,” “Okay good,” You felt hands wrap around your waist pulling you backwards off Ben’s lap, feet landing on the carpet unsteadily. Before you’d even balanced yourself Joe was speaking in your ear, adrenalin and anticipation already pumping through your veins making your breath come quick. “You think you can get to Ben’s room without being able to see?” You were distracted momentarily by the warmth of Ben’s body pressing close to your front, his hands inching the hem of your shirt up. “Well? Do you?” “Yes, I think so yes,” There was a beat as Ben pulled your shirt off over your head, the noise of it rustling in your ears, your shoulders tightening as the chilly air hit you. You put your hands out in front of you, trying to find Ben and the warmth that came with him, but he was gone, moved out of reach once more. All you got was Joe, making sure the placement of the makeshift blindfold hadn’t been disrupted, and then a sudden quiet as the TV was switched off, whichever trailer had been playing in the background cut off mid-sentence. “Pants too, princess,” Joe said, snapping the waistband of the flannel pyjamas you wore. You hurried to wriggle out of them, the cold nipping at your bare skin. As soon as you were left in just your underwear Joe took your hand and led you away from the couch. “Okay, we’re going to go to Ben’s room,” he spun you around once, hands firm on your shoulders, “and you’re going to join us,” another spin, “and you’re going to be quick about,” a third spin, “because the longer you take the less chances you’ll have to cum.” He grabbed your shoulders, holding your firmly while you tried to shake the disorienting dizziness. “Take too long, princess, and you’ll end up completely denied until we decide you’ve earned more.” And then his hands left you, the soft pad of his bare feet disappearing somewhere towards the bedroom, any trace of Ben already gone, leaving you completely alone and unable to see.

You took a deep breath, trying to stop the vague panic that was already welling in your gut. In your mind you tried to conjure the layout of Ben’s house, looking at it from overhead, tracing the rooms from the lounge where you assumed you still were. Study, kitchen, bathroom, bedrooms, theoretically you knew where they all were but you had no idea which direction you were facing, no clue which part of the room you were in. But you couldn’t stand there forever. You’d either freeze or, worse, end up denied an orgasm for who knows how long. You had to start somewhere so you took a tentative step forward, arms held out in front to locate any obstacles you might run into. When nothing blocked your path you took another and another, hoping to find one of the two doorways out of the room. Your ears strained for any sound that might help you, any clue to your location, or theirs. The hum of some electronic left idle, the drip of a tap not turned off tight enough, hushed voices, anything. But the storm, still raging outside, interfered too much. All you could hear was the trees being whipped around by the wind and every so often a clap of thunder. Your steps were slow, careful, deliberate. The last thing you wanted was to kick a chair or a table by accident, or trip over something your outstretched arms didn’t catch. But you knew you were going too slowly. A clock ticked in your head, counting each lost second. You didn’t know how long too long was, five minutes? Ten?

Your hands hit something hard. Carefully you stretched a foot out too, toes brushing against a skirting board. A wall. Your heart leapt. A wall you could work with, follow until you found a doorway. The only question was left or right. You hesitated for a moment and then picked left, just because. You hoped that was the universe or something putting you on the right path, not a mistake. You held one hand against the wall as you walked, trying to remember what objects were against the walls in Ben’s lounge area. There was the TV of course and a large bookshelf. Maybe something hanging on a wall. Or did he take that down? You couldn’t quite remember. You felt more confident, steps faster now that you had something solid to follow. The wall led you to a doorway. You just had to work out which room you were in to know if you were on the right path. Tentatively, you left the wall, counting the number of steps you took so you could find your way back. Your hands waved through the air in front of you, searching for something to use as a point of reference. They landed on a smooth surface. It was large and cool. You had a suspicion of what it was, trailing your hands along it until the feeling changed. You tapped your nails on the new surface, a metallic sound reverberating around you. The sound made you smile, confirmed what you thought. It was the kitchen bench and you’d found the sink. You felt around to double check, finding first an upturned glass and then the tap, breathing a sigh of relief. You knew where you were and you knew where to go now. Finding Ben’s room shouldn’t be any trouble. You followed the bench until it met the wall and then followed the wall to the doorway. From there it was just a matter of weaving through rooms, trying not to bump into furniture. You didn’t even have to stick to the wall now that you knew which direction you were facing.

“There she is,” Ben said as you entered a doorway, “clever girl.” “Cold girl,” you shivered slightly, the chill getting to you more now that you didn’t have fear driving you ever onwards. “Think we can have you warmed up in no time,” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you forward. “Can I take my blindfold off yet?” “Silly question, princess. Want to keep you on your toes.” Joe’s voice was closer than you’d expected, making you jump a little. He pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder as he unhooked your bra. Ben was already sliding your panties down your legs, on his knees in front of you. You gasped when he leaned in to lick you, not expecting the sudden burst of pleasure. It was amplified by Joe, rolling your nipples between his fingers, both of them working in tandem to draw a moan from you. “Well aren’t you just dripping,” Ben mumbled against you, tongue delving back into your folds, dragging up towards your clit. “Guess it’s true what they say about fear being an aphrodisiac,” Joe chuckled, the sound sending a tingle down your spine. “Christ, guys,” you panted, dropping your hands to tangle in Ben’s hair, trying to press him closer. “Uh uh uh,” Joe tutted in your ear, grabbing your hands by the wrist and pulling them away, Ben wincing a little as you tugged on his hair. He stood back up and you felt yourself be turned around, a sharp slap landing on your backside to push you forward. You hit the bed, closer to falling onto the mattress than climbing in gracefully. But it didn’t matter. As soon as you were down you were pulled into place, Ben climbing in beside you. He still wore pants, though no shirt, your hands running over his chest, feeling his muscles move as he propped himself up on his elbow and leaned in to kiss you. You felt one arm be pulled over your head and heard a click. “Bastards!” you laughed, “Didn’t have to trick me. Would’ve happily let you cuff me. And why’d you only do one anyway?” “Well, love, since Joe was so patient watching you be a greedy little cock whore before, it’s only fair that I get to watch him fuck you. And we all know what you’re needy fucking moans do to me, so your hand is free so you can be helpful and wank me.” You clenched your thighs together, trying to block out the desire coursing through you so you could work out where Joe was. The mystery was solved when he got onto the foot of the bed, prying your legs apart and shuffling between them. You tried to squirm away as he pinched your bum but it only made him and Ben laugh. “Now, princess,” Joe said, making you twitch as he tapped his fingers against your thigh, “remember you don’t get to cum without our permission.” “I know,” “Good. Wouldn’t want to have to punish you, would we?” “I get the feeling you actually would,” The tapping turned into a slap, “naughty, might have just extended your denial.” You groaned, half in response to his threat, half because of the way it felt when he slid two fingers into you, pausing to let you get your bearings before he began to move them. “So wet, even without Ben getting a proper go at eating you out,” “You can thank me for it anyway. Been wet since she was on her knees.” Ben took your hand, crossing it over your body towards him. You heard him summon a wad of saliva before he drew his tongue along your palm and then led you to his cock. You’d missed him pulling his pants down, or off, too distracted by everything else that was happening.

Your mind whirred with the mix of sensations, trying to focus and to keep abreast of any changes around you. The ticklish fuzzy texture of the cuff around your wrist. Ben’s deep voice near your ear as he called you a good girl between breaths and pleased sighs, the feel of his cock getting harder under your hand and the warmth of having him so close beside you. Joe’s fingers pumping and out of your wet cunt, the stretch, the sound as his speed picked up, his other hand on your thigh, holding you open, slapping you every so often just to make you jolt in shock at the sound and sting of it. You tried to listen for any rustle of clothing or creak of the bed that might warn you what was to come but it was useless, every shift and adjustment taking you by surprise. Your own breath sped up as Joe fingered you, adjusting the angle of his attack to draw whimpers and gasps from you. And then the sudden emptiness as he pulled his hand away. You whined, hoping it’d make him quicker to give you more, but it didn’t work. Instead you listened as he offered his fingers, coated in your arousal, to Ben. Listened as Ben sucked them clean. Felt the wet trail as Joe wiped them across your stomach.

Your breath hitched when you felt Joe slide his cock along your pussy, your hips rising to meet him each time he nudged your clit. You must have looked desperate, judging from the way Joe chucked. He was sick of waiting but he enjoyed teasing you. Entering you slowly, letting you feel every inch of him. It gave you time to adjust to his size while still making you crave more. And then pulling your legs up over his shoulders, changing the angle ever so slightly, making you feel tighter, fuller. “You okay princess?” “Mmhmm, please just move already,” He didn’t need telling twice, holding your legs steady against him as he set a brutal pace. Once Joe sped up so did Ben. He’d kept your movements over his cock slow and steady, not wanting things to escalate too quickly, but at the sight of you writhing under Joe, moaning and panting he couldn’t help himself. He held your wrist still as he thrust up into your hand, taking control. You were glad to let him, too preoccupied with Joe pounding into you, rubbing circles on your clit. Knowing you were trapped between them, being used without knowing if you’d get to feel your own release, only turned you on more. Another thrust from Joe, particularly well timed to coincide with a very firm touch to your clit had you moaning that you were close.” “Hold it,” Joe grunted, relentless in his movements. You nodded, biting your lip, unable to form words that weren’t senseless begging. He didn’t slow down or remove his fingers from you though, and, afraid you wouldn’t be able to hold off unless he removed some of the stimulation he was giving you, you whimpered. “Please Joe, I c-can’t, I can’t,” “Can’t what, slut?” “I need to cum, please, please, please,” You thought for sure that Joe was going to stop touching you, or else you’d fall over the edge without permission, be punished and left without release for weeks. Instead you heard Ben tell you to cum, voice strained as he neared his own climax. You moaned loud as you followed his instruction, back arching off the bed and toes curling. Joe’s grip on your legs tightened as he held off his own orgasm long enough to fuck you through yours, pulling out and coating your stomach in his seed. Ben finished over your hand within seconds, gasping your name.

You were panting when you felt Ben collapse beside you, placing your cum covered hand on your stomach alongside the splatters Joe had left there. Joe stood up and uncuffed you before sagging down on your other side. “You can take the blindfold off, love,” Ben said softly as he snuggled into your side. You blinked at the sudden bright light. The first clear thing you saw was Joe smiling at you, leaning in to kiss your temple. “You okay?” “Yeah, great, just gotta catch my breath a bit,” “Ben, you good?” “Mmhmm. Give me like ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go on,” “Go on?” “Didn’t think that was all you’d get, did you?” “It isn’t?” “Ben’s convinced he wont get a wink of sleep without fucking himself, and consequently us, into exhaustion.” “Besides, you got back to the room really fast,” the blonde mumbled against you, “so if anything you earned a lot more. Like, us eating you out for hours a lot.” You couldn’t help but laugh, as your boys snuggled closer. Perhaps it was the high you were still coming down from, or the giddiness that came from knowing you’d essentially beaten the challenge they set you, or just the warm safety you felt lying between them, but whatever it was you found your heart pounding as you cleared your throat. “Hey, guys?” Both responded in wordless noises to show they were listening. “I love you. Both of you.” Your heart was in your throat, brain automatically trying to spin a way to unsay the words you’d just let slip. Their silence seemed to drag on for a thousand years as you waited breathlessly for their response. Ben moved first, though Joe wasn’t far behind, leaning over to kiss you deeply, saying the words softly back against your lips. Joe pressed a string of kisses along your jaw, kissing you properly once Ben had backed away, smiling as he said it too.

#my writing #ben hardy smut #joe mazzello smut #ben hardy x reader #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy x reader x joe mazzello #ben hardy imagine #joe mazzello imagine #sorry it's a bit late!!#also long lmao #i wanted to flesh out the relationship #and then suddenly i was 4k words in and hadn't even got to the smut #i just really like writing fun banter and soft boys lmao #halloqueen #halloqueenevent

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softtdaisy · 4 years

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Roger Taylor during the News of the World era This is my gift for the lovely @asupersonicwoman for the Halloqueen event, I hope you like it! It was apleasure to talk to you these past weeks ♡

#I'm pretty happy about it!!#I hope you like it too #happy halloween!#asupersonicwoman #roger taylor #queen #roger #halloqueenevent #édit

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meddows-taylor · 4 years

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The bell in the door rings once, and the two angels look up - a sour trace of annoyance contrasting against their gentle features. It had been two hours of rearranging equipment, scribbling down lyrics and then just sipping tea. After all, there were only a limited amount of ways to retune a guitar and pick at a bass before growing exasperated at the lateness of their bandmates.

Brian feels something shift in the air and John carefully puts down the bundle of wires that he was adoringly fiddling with, and finally, they are graced by the presence of the pair they were waiting for. Well, maybe graced isn’t exactly the best word to describe it.

“Sorry dears, took a little longer than expected” is Freddie’s apology and greeting, and seconds after discarding his long leather coat he is already positioned in front of the mic, moving it around to his liking, undoing hours of setting up Brian and John had so carefully put together.

Brian grabs his guitar and turns to look at Roger who is clicking his tongue like he’s trying to rid himself of a bitter taste left behind.

“Do I care to ask?”, Brian offers

“Trust me, angel, you don’t want to know”

Freddie is vocalizing but leaves out a soft chuckle and supplies the answer Brian was looking for. “He is just upset because we took care of one of yours too.” Behind him John beams and Roger cuts him off before the bassist can even begin

“- we need all the extra rehearsal time we can get, so we figured it would be more practical this way, save you the trouble of going down there yourselves”

John is bouncing a little and his eyes gleam. “See, I always knew there was some good in both of y-”

“Deaky, for the love of Satan, if you finish that phrase I’ll see it myself that you are stuck playing bass in disco music-free heaven for all of eternity”, Freddie interjects.

“Best get to it, then” Brian tries to find peace between them, for strange as it sounds.

But it’s Halloween, and stranger things than two demons and two angels playing music together are happening anyway.

halloqueen gift for @nonthirsty-queenie !

I hope you like this Good Omens x Queen crossover

#halloqueenevent #halloqueen #freddie mercury #brian may #roger taylor #john deacon #good omens #queen edit #queenedit #my edits #halloween #this was a lot of fun and I even tried to write something to go with it I really hope you enjoy it #🎃🎃🎃

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just-my-sickly-pride · 4 years

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Him || Brian May x Reader

summary || it’s halloween, and, while everyone else has plans, you’re at home, alone, life overwhelming you. there’s only one person who you think to call.

rating || G. so much fluff, and a touch of angst, too. some mutual pining.

word count || 3.2k

author’s notes || and here is my halloqueen submission, just in the nick of time! this is my gift for @celestialmay - i hope you like it! lots of love from 🦇

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The phone ringing in your ear was deafening, but you held it tightly in your trembling hand anyway. Your chest was tight, each heave of breath in and out like nails down a chalkboard, and everything around you felt both too loud and entirely muffled at the same time.

Pick up. Please.

You could hear kids outside, trick-or-treating. Their squeals of excitement, their boisterous giggling. You could hear the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. The grumble of a car passing down the street.

Still the phone rang.

You picked at a fraying thread on your jeans, fiddling with it like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. It was. As well as the hope that your call would be answered.

The call rang out. An automated voicemail message played in your ear.

Your phone fell into your lap, and you took a shuddering breath, feeling your heart bleeding into your chest.

It was just you and the fraying thread now, you supposed.

Your face felt hot from the burn of tears. It was hard to tell when you stopped crying and when you started up again.

Of course he hadn’t picked up. Why would he have? He had that Halloween party on tonight. He was probably getting ready, maybe, or already pre-gaming. He might not have even had his phone on him. Maybe he just didn’t want to pick up.

You sighed, and pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes, watching the swirling constellations of colour dance behind your eyelids.

There was no one in the apartment but you. Your roommates all had things to do, places to be. You couldn’t blame them. You didn’t know if you would’ve asked for their comfort, anyway.

Your ribs closed tighter around your lungs, and you shrunk in on yourself to try to alleviate the pain.

Then – a buzz. Your phone was ringing.

You took a moment to muster the strength to lower your hands from your eyes, but when you saw it was him – who else would it be? – you answered immediately.

You sniffed, and cleared your throat. “Hi.”

“[Y/N],” he said. “Hi, what’s– Is everything okay?” You could hear music in the background, and the hum of other voices.

How the hell did you respond? “Um,” you said, your voice pitched high.

“What’s going on?” he said immediately. “Just – sorry, hang on a tick.”

You heard him say something to his friends, and, a few seconds later, after the sound of a door closing, there was no background noise at all. “Sorry, just went somewhere quiet. What’s the matter, what’s happened?”

You shouldn’t have called him, you knew that. It wasn’t a reasonable thing to do. He was your friend, yes, but you weren’t that close. And everyone knew – but him – that you had feelings for him.

But as if you could have possibly called anyone else in that moment.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I don’t…” You sniffed, and wiped your nose on the back of your hand. Yuck. “I don’t know. I just panicked, and I…”

“It’s all right,” he said, and his voice was so warm and soothing and everything you wanted to hear. “You don’t have to apologise, it’s okay. Do you have someone with you?”

“No. My roommates are all out.”

“Right.” You heard a door open and close. “Tell me what happened.”

“I don’t know,” you said, and, honestly, you didn’t. “I was fine all day, and then I just – I don’t know. My brain started going a hundred miles an hour, and I was thinking about everything, just my life and the future and all that scary stuff, and I – I freaked out, I started crying, I couldn’t stop.”

The background noise was coming back, and your heart sank to your knees.

“It’s dumb,” you said quickly. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll– I’ll let you get back to the party.”

“No, no,” he said in a rush. “No, sorry, just…”

He spoke to someone else again, and it took a good thirty seconds for him to return to the call. “Sorry,” he said. “One second, I’m sorry.”

The sound of a door opening and closing. Silence once more.

“Right, I’m back,” he said. “I’m sorry. I’m listening, I promise.”

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m sorry to drag you away from everyone.”

“Hey,” he said, and it was so gentle you almost started crying again, “don’t apologise, okay?”

Wait – a fresh burn on your cheeks. You had started crying again, after all.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to squeeze out, your voice thick. “I just didn’t know who else to call.”

“I’m glad you called me,” he said. “You’re my friend, and I care about you. I’m glad you called anyone, but I’m especially glad you called me.”

You sucked in a sharp, painful breath, and said nothing. You had nothing else to say.

“Is there anything in particular that made you upset, or is it just everything in general?” he asked.

“Everything,” you said. “I’m just… overwhelmed. And it’s so dumb because everyone else is going through the same thing as I am, like, college and jobs and all that, and I feel so ridiculous not being able to handle it.”

“You’re not ridiculous,” he said. “Trust me, there’s not a single person on this planet who can handle everything they’re going through at any given time. Life is overwhelming. That doesn’t invalidate anything you’re saying or how you’re feeling, but, honestly, literally everyone is on the verge of a breakdown at all times.”

You fiddled with the frayed thread. It did make you feel a bit better, though, what he was saying.

“You’re not alone,” he continued. “Yeah? Not alone. I’m always here to talk to, or your roommates, or your parents, your friends. We’re all here to support you. And it wouldn’t matter if you were going through half of what you’re going through – everyone has different limits on what they can deal with at one time, and there’s no shame if your limit is lower than what you think it is for other people.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, just to let him know you were still there, if anything.

“People’s brains work differently. You can’t change how you’re wired. And that’s okay.”

You’d stopped crying, and the weight of your exhaustion was starting to settle in on your shoulders.

“You’ll make it,” he added, with such a firm sense of confidence that it almost made you smile. “It doesn’t matter where you end up in life. Doesn’t matter what you end up doing. Your life will play out as it plays out, and I know it’ll be great. Because it’s you.”

You did smile then, and you made a small sound of acknowledgement.

“Hey, which number are you?”

You frowned a little. “Huh?”

“I’m outside your flat. Which number are you, so I can press the buzzer?”

It was like someone put a Mentos into a bottle of pop and then shoved it into your heart. “What? How?”

“The party just at the end of your street; I walked here. Can I come up?”

“Um, yeah, yes. I’m number 105.”

The buzzer went off a second later, and you scrambled up on wobbly legs to let him in.

“Cheers,” he said.

“What are you even doing here?”

“I told you, I was just down the street.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to come.”

“Of course I did. You said you were alone.”

Your throat squeezed shut, and you swallowed heavily. “You didn’t have to,” you said quietly.

“Do you not want me there? I can leave if you’re uncomfortable.”

You hurried to the bathroom to check your face. You’d clearly been crying, but you didn’t look disastrous. Well, any more than usual. “No, no, it’s… I’m all right.”

“I’m almost there,” he said. “Number 102, 103… 105.”

A knock on the door.

You went to open it.

There he was, in all of his six-foot-two, curly-haired glory. He still held the phone to his ear, and he was dressed in black slacks and a frilly white shirt. He had a fake dribble of blood running from his lip, and he wore a cape around his neck.

You giggled, and lowered your phone, hanging up. “A vampire?”

He grinned. He didn’t have fake fangs in, but his canines were pointy enough that they almost looked like real fangs. “Yep.”

You let him inside, and when you closed the door behind you, he swept you up in a hug.

You clutched onto him, breathing in his smell – he was wearing his nice cologne – feeling every ridge and sharp edge of his slender frame. He was so lanky that you could really wrap your arms around him, and you felt like you could almost pick him up.

God, you liked him so much. And here he was, hugging you, despite the fact that you looked like a mess. Despite the fact that your problems dragged him away from his party, he was hugging you.

“I’m sorry you feel like this,” he mumbled.

“Mm,” you said noncommittally.

When you finally broke the hug, he sighed, rubbing your arm soothingly. “Cup of tea?”

You chuckled. “You don’t have to.”

“Sure I do. Cup of tea fixes everything. Go sit down, I’ll bring it to you.”

You didn’t go sit down – you followed him to the kitchen, and sat on the bench, helping direct him as he put the kettle on and fetched some mugs and teabags.

Just him being here was enough for you to forget your worries. It was all painfully domestic – you could almost picture this as the norm, after waking up in bed with his arms wrapped around you. Maybe he’d be in his pyjamas. Maybe his boxers and nothing else.

He more than likely wouldn’t be wearing a vampire cape and a frilly white shirt. But tonight was Halloween, and they suited him, in a funny way, so you weren’t complaining.

The sleeves of you jumper had been pushed up to your elbows – you tugged them down over your hands, pushed your hands under your thighs, keeping your fingers warm. Your feet swung idly.

It was the first time he’d been to your house, you realised. He already seemed at home here.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, handing you your cup of tea. “Or would you rather talk about something else to get your mind off it?”

You curled your sweater paws around the mug, blowing on the tea. “I dunno,” you said. “I’m just really tired now.”

“Do you have Netflix?”

You nodded.

“Do you want to watch something, maybe?” His hazel eyes studied your face carefully.

You nodded again, giving him half a shrug.

The two of you sat on the couch, side by side, a respectable distance away from each other. His cape was folded on the floor beside the couch, and he’d rubbed off the fake blood on his face with the back of his hand, staining it and his chin and jaw pink.

You didn’t want to be a respectable distance away from each other. You wanted to be pressed against his side.

But you were just friends, and not even that close friends. So you stayed where you were.

You insisted that he put on whatever show he wanted. You didn’t mind, as long as it wasn’t something too heavy. He was hesitant, but you could see the way his eyes lit up when he spotted Our Planet, so you told him that that was what you wanted to watch.

You didn’t really watch it, though. He had half an eye on it, but you mostly just chatted.

The pendulum was starting to swing the wrong way again. You’d been so happy to see him, but now you began to realise why calling him had been such a terrible idea: being this near without being able to touch him, to pull him close, was excruciating.

He caught onto your sinking mood soon enough. He gently tried to pry you open, to ask what was wrong, but you kept your lips sealed tight. It was more than generous of him to spend his Halloween evening sitting here with you, as despondent as you were – you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, too.

He watched you carefully. You refused to look at him.

So he told you a story. A story about him and one of his friends. He loved this friend, he added hastily, but they fought a lot. Perhaps too much. But, regardless, they did seem to leave each other.

They’d been fighting one night, at the dwindling tail-end of a party, both fuelled by alcohol, and it had almost come to blows. They had been hurricanes of unfiltered rage, screaming like they’d never screamed before. Most people had left the room, knowing that trying to calm either of them down would have been a fruitless exercise.

And then a third friend had walked into the room to see what the fuss was about. He had been dressed in nothing but his underwear and a pair of socks, despite the fact that it was winter, and was eating a bowl of cereal.

The fight had ended abruptly – so abruptly that it was as if everyone had suddenly dropped dead. They hadn’t dropped dead, but their jaws had hit the floor in shock, bewildered by the bizarre sight in front of them.

The third friend had asked what the hollering was all about.

And then the tension had snapped like a broken guitar string, and everyone had been beside themselves in a laughing fit.

You couldn’t help but laugh yourself as he told the story, painting the scene like an artist paints a picture.

Your tea, half-finished, grew cold on the coffee table. A whale breached on the TV. You couldn’t have cared less about any of it. All you cared about was him, and the movement of his hands, the flutter of his eyelashes as he double-checked his memory for details, the shift of his dark brown curls as he moved his head.

“What were you arguing about?” you asked him.

He went very still, and suddenly the breaching whales were very interesting. “Uh,” he said, “it…”

“Sorry,” you said, your ribs closing in on each other again. “You don’t have to tell me.”

He brushed his long fingers along his protruding bottom lip, and you could see the gears turning in his head.

He looked back to you, but only for a moment, before his gaze moved to his lap, his eyelashes brushing his high cheekbones. “Um.” He took a deep breath. “He was… I got really mad at him because he was– There’s this… person… that I like, and he was threatening to tell them that I liked them, because he was saying that I was a wuss and I was taking too long, and I got defensive, and it just sort of escalated.”

You twirled the frayed thread of your jeans around your finger. “Oh,” you said, and you knew immediately that with just one word, you’d given away your thoughts. It was like hearing a singer miss a note, jarring and painfully obvious.

“I didn’t think that this person could possibly like me back,” he continued. “We’re friends, but we’re not really that close.”

Your finger froze, the frayed thread wrapped around it.

You expected him to go on, but he didn’t.

You dared to glance at his face. He was watching the TV again, a shimmering school of fish.

The two of you sat in silence for what felt like half an hour, but was only a minute, if that. Him, watching the TV; you, watching him.

Your mind was loud, so loud. Three thousand questions scrabbling over each other like starving rats in a cage. The main one was the loudest: was it you? Did he mean you?

You couldn’t answer. You didn’t dare ask.

But you couldn’t stay silent for any longer. “Maybe you should tell them,” you said, and turned to watch the TV.

You could feel his eyes on your face now. “I don’t think I should,” he said.

“Why not?”

“They’re in a bit of an emotionally vulnerable state right now, and I don’t want them to think that I’m just telling them that to make them feel better. Which I wouldn’t be, but their mind seems to be very good at convincing them of things like that. So I want to wait until it’s the right time.”

Your heart had grown three times its size. Surely it must have – there was no way a heart of average size could beat against your ribs so forcefully.

“And that’s all assuming they even like me back. Sometimes I’m sure they do, but other times I have no idea. They can be hard to read. But it’s one of the reasons I like them so much. They always seems to be brimming with so many… thoughts, but they rarely ever tell anyone what they are.”

You finally looked to him, meeting his gaze. “They’re about you,” you said, the word falling from your mouth. “They– A lot of the thoughts revolve around you. Too many of them.”

You could see his eyes darting between the two of yours, his lips parted ever so slightly.

“So maybe you should tell them,” you added. “In no uncertain terms. Just in case they… want to know. For sure. So when they think back on this conversation, their mind doesn’t convince them that they read everything so very wrong.”

He licked his lips. “I like you,” he said. “In no uncertain terms, I really, really like you.”

A child screamed outside. A car roared past.

You barely heard them.

“I like you too,” you said softly.

He nodded, a tiny movement of his head, and then you both broke out into huge, beaming smiles.

You giggled, ducking your gaze, sunshine blossoming within you. It was too much. You felt too much, and you wondered if it were possible to explode from it.

He shifted closer, reached over and tucked your hair behind your ear, and you lifted your head. He cupped your cheek, and maybe it was possible to explode, after all.

“Are you feeling all right?” he said gently.

You leant into his palm, your eyes sliding closed. You nodded, humming contentedly.

“Thanks to you.” You opened your eyes again.

He dropped his hand, but you caught it, lacing your fingers together. He inhaled, just a small breath between his lips that you only noticed because you were watching him so closely.

Without even thinking, you leant forward and kissed him. He kissed you back, just a gentle press of his lips against yours, and then it was over. The briefest kiss, but you felt alight.

You chuckled, glancing down at your intertwined hands. “Uh,” you said. Your thoughts were a blur, and, tried as you did to pluck enough words from the mess to form a coherent sentence, you were left all but entirely mute.

You caught his gaze again, and you were stunned to see that his cheeks were tinged pink. He quickly glanced away from you, clearing his throat, and you giggled.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, and you laughed again, giving his hand a squeeze.

He squeezed your hand back, tugging you closer, and you shuffled over until you were pressed against his side, his arm around your waist. Instead of the frayed thread on your jeans, you fiddled with the frills of his white shirt.

A bird soared on the TV. Your cup of tea must have been stone cold by now. The sound of kids outside had dissipated, for the most part.

You and Brian stayed curled up together on the couch for hours.

#halloqueenevent #halloqueen gift #mine #brian may x reader #fluff #queen fanfiction #dtfrogertaylor #celestialmay

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freddie-mercurys · 4 years

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// an autumn moodboard feat. Freddie Mercury and Joe Mazzello // a Halloqueen gift for @mazzelloh

#halloqueen gift #halloqueenevent #mazzelloh #freddie mercury #freddiemercuryedit #joe mazzello #queenedit #borhapedit #*mine #i hope you like it!#i tried to include all the things we talked about :)#it was really fun making this!

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mrbadguymercury · 4 years

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HAPPY HALLOQUEEN~ for @missrubylou // Got to let your soul shine, shine til the break of day //

#halloqueen #missrubylou #halloqueenevent #roger taylor #rogertayloredit #mine #my gifs #aesthetic #this was SO FUN to make #i hope you like this!!!!!!!!!!

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dtfrogertaylor · 5 years

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Happy HalloQUEEN

After reviewing the responses from the ANATF feedback questionnaire I have taken in account your suggestions and organised a Halloween Queen/Borhap Fandom event. Although this event is Halloween themed your gift does not have to be related to Halloween in anyway.

What is this?

It is an event for the Queen/Borhap fandom where you will be gifting an imagine or visual (moodboard, gif set or drawing) to each other, basically a secret santa! Just fill in the questionnaire and follow the rules and you will be entered!

Before filling in the questionnaire please make sure you have read the event masterpost thoroughly and understand all the rules.

<<questionnaire>>

Dates: the questionnaire ‘officially’ closes the 27th September so all names and respective questionnaires can be given out by the 1st October giving you the whole month of October until the deadline the 31st October, Halloween.

The tag for this event is #halloqueenevent please make sure you are following this tag to ensure you don't miss any announcements about the event!

If you have any further questions, suggestions or comments please feel free to shoot me an ask or message, but please make sure to go through the event masterpost and #halloqueenevent tag to see if it’s already been answered.

just tagging a few of my favourite blogs and people who participated in my last event to get the word out, I hope you don’t mind!

@the-claire-bitch-project // @bowiequeen // @strangeandwonderfulconcepts // @supersonicfreddie // @deacytits // @rogers-wristbands // @redspecialty // @90sbrianmay // @heavymetallibrarian // @m0etenchandon // @mrbenhardys // @ogrogerbattle // @rogerina-is-hotter-than-me // @meddrowse // @illfoandillfie // @deacydarling // @rogerfckintaylor // @allthe-queens-men // @mrbadguymercury // @sweet-ladyy // @lapofthemusicgods // @painkiller80 // @im-happy-at-home // @generic-fandom-trash // @nonthirsty-queenie // @celestialmay // @pigapigaaa // @sitonmyhot-seatoflove // @johndeaconsgf // @taronisbaby // @a-hysterical-queen-bih // @hardlydeaky // @picking-up-the-glass // @thebiglolblog // @theredspecials // @benders-diamond-earring // @hannafuckingsucks // @taylors-roger // @jesus-in-a-life-boat // @drummerqueenrmt // @deakyswhitequeen // @freddie-loves-cats // @jessahmewren // @la-vie-en-rosuh // @mazzelloh // @ding-ding-ding-digi-ding-ding // @lap-of-the-gods // @dynamite-n-lazerbeams // @tenementfunzter // @spacedust1124719 // @deaky-dandelion // @freddiesaysalright // @never-kept-the-same-address // @moustachefreddie // @innueendo // @brian-maybe-not // @meddows-taylor // @fatbottomedboi // @the-bronte-angel // @climbmelikeatreemrlee // @freddie-mercurys // @queen-noth1ng // @brianandthemays // @someone-get-a-medic // @sevenseasofskye // @catch-a-deak // @nosferatyou // @lovehelpmewrite // @bicaz // @queenismykween // @runningfortocome // @imasupersonicwoman // @theyrealllegends // @melinabulsara // @chronically-writing // @meepsumi // @rogerina-deacon // @freddiedearfriend // @deakyspuff // @sydsquibbles // @takethiswithapinchofsalt // @rushingheadlong // @veriloquently // @get-on-your-bikes-and-ride // @41kweencam14 // @somebooty-tolove // @daddydeakydeacon // @bucket-of-kittens // @anotherhystericalqueen // @pomjompish // @littlespoiltthing // @livingforrt // @queenmylovely // @rogerinaismyqueen // @killerqueenmachine // @laedymoon // @bismillahnah // @ohmyrog

#halloqueenevent #happy halloqueen #halloqueen #halloween #halloween event #happy halloween #queen #queen band #freddie mercury #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #queen event #signal boost

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acdeaky · 4 years

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fright night ‘85

warning: fluff

note: happy halloqueen to the lovely @picking-up-the-glass ; i’m so excited for you to read this! i know it’s only short, but it’s cute and halloweenie. happy halloqueen one and all! 🎃

word count: 1.1k

halloween of 1985 was new and exciting. costumes had become more popular and were less about safety and more about appearance. children where running around as early as four pm to cram in as much trick or treating as they could before it was too late. the amount of parents being dragged throughout the neighbourhood was humorous as you and roger watched from your front window.

of course, your house was decked to bottom in as many decorations as you could fit (and what looked presentable). you had hanging ghosts, lights, pumpkins lining the steps to your porch (with a few crowded beside your front door) and bloody hand prints on the window. this display had been up since october 24th, with many children, and adults, stopping and admiring the glowing lights in the dark and the creepy ghosts which swung gently in the autumn wind more often than not.

it was the first year that you and roger had a house. you had lived together before, but that was only in an apartment building between tours and album recordings. after getting married, before even, you had decided to move into a house, a proper house with more than one floor, more than one bedroom and a proper kitchen where you would cook meals for your family of five (or eleven in roger’s mind).

once you were pregnant (curtesy of roger declaring that you had to ‘break in’ the bedroom the first night of officially moving in), the prospect of a large family filling your home was more than likely. after an autumnal wedding, a warm two week honeymoon and starting on moving in as quickly as possible, you were soon close to your one year anniversary and close to your seventh month of pregnancy.

roger wanted you to rest, said that he would hang the decorations and hand out the sweets to the neighbourhood kids, but you refused, insisting that you hung the decorations and atleast helped answering the door. reluctantly, roger agreed, which lead to you hanging off a three step ladder, roger footing it, with a ghost on a string in your hand.

the lights were controlled by roger - but you told him where to put them - while you laced the door in cobwebs before lining your porch with multiple pumpkins. it took a few hours, but the house looked festive. the darkness that had settled allowed you to show off the lights for the full effect.

that was the week before. now, you’re both sat on the sofa facing the window, watching children and parents walk by and admire the house, getting up more often than not to answer the door with a smile and a bowl full of sweets and treats.

the most exciting part was seeing all the costumes. many kids were dressed as star wars characters, or their favourite book characters. there were a few of the typical monsters: vampires, wolves, frankenstein’s monster, etc. you tallied the amount of kids showing up with a white sheet over their head with holes where their eyes peaked through.

it was two. roger owed you £10.

as well as you marvelling at the children’s costumes, both you and roger received many compliments, and giggles, for yours, too. roger’s idea of sticking baby doll’s legs and arms onto a white t-shirt and adding fake blood went down well with everyone. your idea of roger being a bloody chef also went down well, but roger prided himself in the fact that more people complimented you than him.

“i still can’t believe you roped me into buying full size chocolate bars.” you sighed as another bowl was emptied, the door shutting before you complained.

“it’s fine, the kids love ‘em.”

“i bet their parents don’t, all that sugar at this time of night? it’s too much.” you huffed as you collapsed back onto the sofa, a hand subconsciously resting on your growing belly.

“love, it’s only eight o’clock.” roger chuckled as he knelt down beside you, one hand over yours on your belly.

“which means little lady and i should be in bed.” you turned your head to face roger as he concentrated on rubbing circles onto your knee with his free hand. he was glancing between your connected hands and your lower stomach, his mind, obviously, thinking of your little baby inside there.

“if you go to bed,” he looked up to you, “you’ll miss all the fun.” and just then, the sound of knocking interrupted you. roger stood and headed over to the door, grabbing a new bowl of treats before answering. a chorus of “trick or treat!”s followed and roger marvelled at the new group of costumes.

after handing out the sweets and bidding the children a good night, roger shut the door and turned to you. “see, you missed luke, lelia, han solo and chewbacca. that will happen more often if you go to bed.” he jokingly accused you, dropping the bowl onto the credenza next to the door.

“okay, okay, i’ll stay. just for you, rog.” he smiled at that just as another knock came from the other side the door. roger smiled, putting his hand in front of him, gesturing for you to take it. you did and he pulled you up before walking hand in hand to the door.

“trick or treat, uncle rog and auntie Y/N!” two little voices came as soon as you opened the door. there brian stood in his outfit from freddie’s 35th birthday party, fishnet tights and all.

“well, look at you two! don’t you look amazing?” you smiled at brian’s kids, their faces beaming and hands holding their bags tightly. “and you, brian, i love the recycling you’re doing.”

“ha ha, very funny,” he frowned sarcastically, “at least some of were creative this year, did you do this?” he pointed towards the plastic legs ‘sticking out’ of your belly, am impressed look on your face.

“yeh, i-”

“it was my idea.” roger butted in, a proud smirk on his face.

“but i made it. you could not have done this,” you giggled, pointing at your belly. “all you had to do was get some chef’s clothes and put blood on them, i worked with glue.”

“alright, kids, let’s leave rog and Y/N to argue like the old married couple they are, say thank you.” two little thank you’s followed as they each grabbed a treat from the bowl. you all said goodbye before waving them off and closing the door again.

“i can’t wait to do that when lady in here comes along. i haven’t been trick or treating for years.”

“who says we have to wait for lady?”

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#happy halloqueen #halloqueenevent #halloween #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor fic #roger taylor x reader #x reader #ben!roger x reader #ben!roger x you #ben!roger taylor #ben!roger imagine #roger taylor #queen #fright night #acdeaky

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hearts-hunger · 4 years

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Sweeter than Candy || Freddie Mercury x Reader

Summary: At Queen’s Halloween party, you and Freddie find that there’s something even sweeter than candy to celebrate with.

Pairings: Freddie Mercury x Reader

Genre: Smut, porn with feelings

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Smut (18+ only please!) oral (m/f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids)

A/N: This is my Halloqueen event gift for @mrbadguymercury - a stunningly talented artist, a whole sweetheart, and the self-proclaimed queen of Freddie’s chest hair! Every time I went on her blog to send her asks, her gorgeous header made curly, red-suspenders Freddie more and more irresistible - and, et voilà, this fic features that very Freddie with a few minor Halloween tweaks. I really hope you like it, Taylor! Happy HalloQueen, honey! 🎃🖤

“Enjoying yourself, my darling?”

You downed a shot of tequila as you felt your boyfriend’s mouth on your neck, pressing kisses right where your pulse beat, his breath warm on your already flushed skin. You smiled and reached up to put a hand to the side of his face, feeling his sweat-dampened curls holding him close for a moment so you could drink him in, pressed against you with his hands on your waist. You were about to say something flirty when you felt his fingers at your sides; he tickled you until you fell into a fit of giggles, leaning further against him as you tried to get away from his hands.

“Freddie!” you managed in between gasps of laughter. “Quit it!”

He finally let you go after drawing out a few more seconds of laughter from you, chuckling as he kissed your cheek. “Couldn’t resist.”

You playfully nudged him with your elbow as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. The press of leather and warm skin against your back was heady, and you turned around to see him in his full costumed glory. Freddie had decided to get more use out of one of his favorite stage costumes of late, the sexy police officer dressed head to toe in shiny black leather. His pants were deliciously tight, his chest bare under the jacket aside from his red-hot suspenders and silver necklace. His police hat sat crooked over his curls, his eyes hidden behind his aviator shades as he grinned at you.

“How do I look?” he asked. You’d been helping set up for the party while Freddie got ready with the boys, wanting to make a grand entrance; you’d seen him at the beginning of the party, when he was fresh from the shower and newly made-up, and he’d looked a bit innocent in an endearing way, like a kid dressing up to go trick-or-treating. Now, though, with his cheeks flushed and his curls mussed and his walk just this side of a swagger thanks a couple shots of vodka, he looked positively ravishing.

You bit your lip. “You look good enough to eat, Freddie.”

“Do I, now?” He grinned and took off his sunglasses so he could see you better. “So do you.”

He leaned close to kiss you deeply, bracketing you in with his hands on the bar behind you. You sighed against his mouth and put your hands on his chest, loving the familiar and delicious scruff of the dark curls there.

“You know it’s Halloween,” you said in between kisses.

He chuckled. “Yeah? I couldn’t tell, since you dress up like a jungle cat every other day of the year.”

You’d picked a simple costume, a leopard-print dress and thigh-high black stiletto boots. You’d drawn a little nose and whiskers on your face with makeup, and a headband with two cat ears was lost somewhere in your teased hair.

“I don’t think you’d be complaining if I did,” you teased.

He smirked. “Not at all, honey, I think it’s dreadfully sexy. You won’t hear anything but contented Freddie-noises from me.”

You laughed, happily more than familiar with the so-called contented-Freddie noises. They were among your favorite sounds, closely matched by his singing voice and the way he called you “honey”. He gave a soft laugh as he nuzzled against your neck, his fingers glancing over the straps of your dress.

“I haven’t had any candy yet,” you said, a little distracted by his touch.

“No?” He nipped at your collarbone. “That’s a shame. Not really Halloween without candy, hm?”

He nudged his thigh between your legs; you bit your lip and gave a soft groan and the feel of the leather against your skin and his warmth so close to your core.

“I don’t need candy, though,” he said in a low voice. “Not when I’ve got something so much sweeter.”

You gasped when his hand snaked down to glance under the hem of your dress, his fingers tracing slowly up your thighs. You felt yourself blush; you were in a room full of people, and if Freddie wasn’t careful, he’d have you an absolute mess in front of the whole party. Not that you minded, necessarily, but you felt a mischievous desire to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Maybe I want some too,” you said against his mouth. You moved your hand downwards, brushing over his chest, until you reached the waistband of his pants. “I can think of something I’d like to taste more than candy.”

He sucked in a sharp breath as you palmed him through the tight leather, feeling him respond instantly to your touch. You gave a pleased smirk and bit his bottom lip, tugging just enough to make him give a small whine.

“Take me somewhere,” you said.

He gave you a bemused look, a little blissed out already. “Take you somewhere?” he repeated.

You laughed. “As much as I want you, Freddie, I’m not blowing you in front of this entire party.”

His eyes widened. “Oh - oh, okay.” He grinned and gave you a quick kiss before taking your hand in his, pulling you from the bar and winding through the crowd. You giggled at his enthusiasm, giving red-faced smiles to well-wishers that offered their congratulations and wolf-whistles to those who could tell exactly what Freddie was whisking you away for.

He found a bathroom on the second floor of the massive house of whoever was hosting the party - you’d forgotten, and it was probably one of the dozens of filthy rich friends the boys had made over their career. It didn’t matter to you whose house it was, not at the moment; all you cared about was getting Freddie alone so you could have your way with him like you’d been wanting to all night.

You locked the door behind you and turned to your boyfriend, equal parts endeared and driven wild by the flush in his cheeks and the outline of his cock in his pants. He looked like a lovestruck teenager, and you wanted to hear his pretty moans and make him come undone.

“I love you, Freddie,” you said, walking over to him and kissing him deeply. You eased his jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind him, your tongue in his mouth as you put your hands to his chest.

“God, I love you too,” he said hoarsely. He took his hat off and tossed it across the room, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you close to him. He kissed you like he meant it, and you let yourself get lost in the headiness of it.

You traced your thumb over his bottom lip when you came up for air. “I’ll have you know I’ve been waiting very patiently for you.”

He grinned. “I appreciate that. Me too, though perhaps not as patiently as you.”

That was probably true; you could feel his cock as you pressed against him, and it made you nearly dizzy with pleasure.

“Maybe I can do something about that,” you said coyly. You kissed him again before sinking to your knees in front of him, tracing your hands down his body all the way down as you did.

“Fuck,” he breathed. You looked up at him with a cheeky smile.

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” you said.

He shook his head. “Exactly,” he said. “Just seeing you on your knees drives me absolutely wild, you know that?”

You worked on his belt and unzipped those tight leather pants, pulling him out and giving him a few strokes. “I can see that,” you teased.

“Oh, don’t be a brat,” he said, his voice sharp with desire. He gave a choked groan as you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, swirling your tongue over the tip, loving the taste of him. He was painfully hard; you realized he’d enjoyed your teasing at the bar more than you’d thought, and you liked the idea of making him that hard in front of God and everybody.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this since you walked in,” you told him between kitten-licks and sloppy kisses to his cock. “This outfit drives me fucking crazy, Freddie. Every time you wear it I want to get on my knees for you.”

“That’s - ahh - that’s good to know,” he managed, his voice pitching up sweetly as you drew little gasps from him with your attention to his cock. You took the head of his cock in your mouth, tasting his precum, giving a hum of pleasure; his hands went to your hair, his fingers tangling and tugging.

He gave an obscene moan as you took him in your mouth as deeply as your could, careful even in his desire to keep still and let you go as slowly as you needed. No matter how many times you took him, Freddie was always a bit of a challenge; you took deep breaths and took him slowly, concentrating on the delicious sounds of pleasure falling from his lips.

“Christ, honey,” he groaned. His hips bucked against your mouth and you relaxed and took him deeper, bracing yourself against his thighs. You could feel his heartbeat everywhere, under your palms, on your tongue, carded through your hair. His gasps went straight to your core, and you responded by moaning around his cock.

“Wait, wait,” he said desperately. You stopped and looked up at him, his cock still heavy on your tongue, and he moaned.

“Don’t look at me like that, fuck,” he said. “Not gonna last with you looking at me like that.”

Feeling flirty, you batted your eyelashes at him before swallowing around him, drawing a hiss of pleasure from him.

“Jesus, fuck, alright,” he said. He gave you a crooked smile that mixed amusement and such pure desire that you honest to God blushed, on your knees with his cock in your mouth.

“God, you’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?” he said. He drew a deep breath. “Alright, pop off, then. No more candy for you, trouble.”

You smirked as much as you could around him and pulled off with a pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You pressed a light kiss to the tip of his cock before you stood, unable to resist giving it a little more love.

“It’s a little unfair,” you said. “It is Halloween, after all. Candy’s almost required.”

He only gave you a smirk, and before you could say anything else, Freddie picked you up and sat you on the counter. You yelped in surprise, unprepared for the sudden switch, and clung to his shoulders even as he settled himself between your knees.

“I didn’t say no candy at all,” he said, giving your a bruising kiss. You ran your hands over his biceps, gasping as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth.

His hands sneaked up under your skirt, pushing it up to your waist. “Just no candy for you. I can have all I want.”

You felt nearly lightheaded with desire as he got to his knees in front of you, flashing you a wicked grin. You barely had time to react to it before he was spreading your knees and pushing your panties to the side.

“Fuck, Freddie,” you moaned, already wound tight as a spring as he lapped at your heat.

He moaned against you, the feel of it and his warm breath against your core making you gasp. His tongue worked at your entrance while he rubbed slow circles against your clit, enough to make you moan but not enough to bring you to the edge. You moved as close to him as you could manage, wanting him deeper.

“Keep making those pretty sounds for me, darling,” he said.

You obliged him, moans and gasps tumbling from your mouth as he worked on you with his. God, he was almost annoyingly good at this.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, cheeky. He took a moment to lick and kiss all over the inside of your thighs.

“Come back,” you whined, tugging at his curls.

You could feel his smirk. “Impatient little thing,” he mused. He tutted. “Very well, then, if you insist.”

He pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards in a come-hither motion as he sucked on your clit. You gave a sinfully loud moan at the pleasure that shocked through you, bucking your hips against his mouth and tangling your fingers deeper in his curls.

“Oh my God,” you nearly sobbed as his tongue swirled over your clit. “Jesus Christ.”

You felt him grin, the cheeky bastard. “Just me, sweetheart.”

His fingers pumped in and out of you, gradually picking up their pace, making you see stars.

“You taste fucking incredible, honey,” he said. “Sweeter than candy.”

You moaned as he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, tasting all of you. Without realizing you were doing it, you started to chant his name like a prayer.

“Freddie, oh, God, please, Freddie, Freddie,” you said, your breath coming in gasps and breathless moans. He turned his mouth to your thighs again, sucking love marks into your skin, as his thumb pressed deep circles against your clit.

“Fuck, Freddie, gonna cum,” you said. “Oh, God, Freddie, gonna cum, gonna cum - ”

“Cum for me, honey,” he said, his voice surprisingly tender as he nipped at your skin. “Good girl, go on and cum for me.”

You gave a sob of pleasure as he brought you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through your whole body. You threw your head back and saw stars, moaning as he worked you through your orgasm until you were spent. You straightened slowly as he pulled his fingers out of you and pressed one last kiss to your thigh before standing. He smirked and kissed you, letting you taste yourself.

“See how sweet,” he said, his voice almost lost in his heavy breaths.

You hooked your fingers under his red-hot suspenders and pulled him closer to you. “I can think of something sweeter,” you said against his mouth. “I want you inside me, Freddie, please.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Anything for you, honey.”

He made quick work of your panties, pulling them down your thighs and tossing them over his shoulder like he owned the place. You gripped his shoulders tight enough to leave bruises as he pushed into you, sheathing himself to the hilt with a gasp of pleasure.

“Oh, Freddie,” you said, loving the feel of him filling you up. He gave you a moment to adjust, kissing you deeply, his hands roaming everywhere and sending sparks through you wherever they landed.

“I love you,” he said, his breath warm against your skin. “Christ, I love you so much.”

You carded your hands through his hair. “I love you, Freddie.”

You kissed him, drawing him closer, letting him know it was ok to move. He started slow but steady, his hips pushing against yours and drawing little pants and moans from you with every thrust. You could tell he wasn’t going to last long; he’d been painfully hard for a while now, and he’d been waiting patiently. You wanted to make it worth his while, and drew your legs higher up where they wrapped around his waist to draw him deeper.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he said, his breath coming in desperate gasps. He reached a hand between you to circle your already-sensitive clit, and both of you moaned when you tightened around him.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last,” he gasped, his hips snapping against yours.

“Me either,” you managed. His circles against your clit grew faster and you felt yourself nearing the edge in a matter of seconds, already a live wire from your last orgasm. Your grip on his shoulders tightened.

“Oh, Freddie, Freddie - ” you moaned. “I’m cumming, oh, God, Freddie - ”

You tightened around his cock as you came for the second time, the drag of his cock inside you making you nearly dizzy with the pleasure of it.

“Gonna cum,” he said between moans. “Jesus, honey - fuck, gonna cum.”

“Cum for me,” you said breathlessly, kissing him as his thrusts grew sloppier and faster. He moaned into your mouth as he spilled inside you. You loved the feel of his heat inside and out as he pressed close to you.

He stayed inside of you for a few moments after he was spent, holding you in his arms and drawing you as close to him as he could. You draped your arms over his shoulders and brushed your fingers through his curls, giving a tired and satisfied smile as he kissed all over your face.

“I love you,” he said softly.

You giggled as he kissed the tip of your nose. “I love you too, Freddie. More than anything.” You smile turned a little cheeky. “I’m glad you liked your candy.”

He chuckled. “More than you know, my sweet.”

You met his eyes, more in love with him than you ever could have thought possible. You smiled. “Happy Halloween, Freddie.”

He smiled and kissed you gently, tender and soft. “It certainly is, honey,” he said sweetly. “Happy Halloween.”

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Bliss: (Freddie Mercury X Male! Reader Oneshot)

Word Count: 3.2 K

Warnings: None! Just loads of fluff!

Plot: You and Brian are best friends, he knows about your sexuality, but doesn’t know about yours and Freddie’s feelings for each other. It comes a time when you and Freddie are ready to be open with your relationship. How will Brian take it?

A/N: This is a HalloQueen Event Gift for @rushingheadlong !! Surprise! I’m your Secret Santa! Thank you for hosting it @dtfrogertaylor ! I hope you enjoy it darling! I did my best! It was so nice talking to you and getting to know you! Please keep in touch darling! I think I feel more comfortable writing male reader after this, so I might be able to do a Brian one if you want one! Just leave me a request for a oneshot in my asks! (Also plz excuse typos) -C

October 1976:

With the autumn leaves changing color, a new chill was in the air, confirming that fall was upon you. You hurriedly zipped up your coat as you ran inside the recording studio with coffees for Brian and his band mates, eager to see Freddie.

You and Brian were best friends, and always had been since you were little. You grew up as neighbors, and basically were never apart. He got you fascinated with the stars due to his own obsession, making stargazing in one of your backyards in the summer your favorite pastimes, and sometimes you’d stargaze in your snowsuits in the winter if you were feeling risky. Of course the two of you did other things too, running, hide and seek, pretending you were pirates sailing the seven seas; a typical thing for young boys to do, but as you grew together your interests changed. It went from pirates to The Beatles as the sixties rolled in, each of you getting the extremely unfortunate bowl cut and doing your best to form a band. You were never as musically talented as Brian was, but you could manage on bass, and were able to have a garage band with him and a couple of other boys from school for a couple years before Brian’s talent had surpassed all of you. Although, no matter how your interests changed, the two of you always found time to look at the stars.

Now you were both just out of your first four years of college, still living in an apartment together and trying to figure out the next step in your lives. Brian opted to put his schooling on hold for a while to pursue his band Queen, which seemed to be going surprisingly well, however you decided to get your PhD in Astrophysics, the field both you and Brian decided to go to school for together. Even still, the two of you told each other everything concerning your lives; it’s like you were each the brother that the other never had.

Brian was the first to know about your sexuality, and took it extremely well. Said it never bothered him, that he’d love you and your were still his best mate either way. He said in some way he always knew, but was just happy that you were in tune with yourself enough to be able to find someone you truly loved. He always told you about his new girlfriends he’d meet, but they’d never last long. However, there was one thing you didn’t think you could tell Brian. You didn’t know how.

You were in love with his other best friend.

His best friend that hadn’t come out yet.

His best friend that was Freddie Fucking Mercury.

You took a deep breath as you walked in the door to the studio, remembering how your feelings for Freddie had budded all those years ago.

~~~~~Flashback to 1974~~~~~

Brian introduced the two of you when he had started talking to Brian at Smile gigs. Freddie was so insistent about being in a band with Brian and Roger that he went to all of Smile’s performances. You were usually at them too unless you had a test the next day, always wanting to be supportive of your best friend. You and Freddie hung out together throughout the Smile gigs constantly, always singing, dancing, or getting drinks at the bar. His beauty seemed ethereal; an extremely attractive, dark haired man with an attitude that could kill. It was then that you not only realized you liked men.

You loved him.

After Tim left and Queen formed, you were at all the performances, hungry to watch Freddie parading across the stage in your solitary confinement of your love for him. You kept your feelings to yourself for years, unable to admit them and lose your friendship with Freddie. Besides, he was dating Mary. There was no use in making a fool of yourself. Although, one day after Queen played at The Rainbow in 1974, about a week after Freddie had broken up with Mary for what he said were “personal complications, he stopped you and asked if you wanted to go get a drink, like the old days when they were playing local bars every night.

“I’d love to Fred, really, but you know, Brian’s not 100% yet. I know he’s back and playing, but he’s only been out of the hospital for a month. I should go home and make sure he’s okay. Sorry, mate.” you solemnly admitted.

Freddie nodded his head understandably, although you couldn’t help but notice a look of sadness and disappointment in his eyes. “Of course, I understand, Y/N. Next time, Darling.” He winked, stuttering through his words as if nervous to talk to you.

That’s odd, you thought, as Freddie opened the door to his dressing room and quietly shut it behind him. You walked next door to Brian’s dressing room, knocking to announce your entrance before walking in to see him putting his guitar in its case.

“Hey Bri,” you said, trying to be cheerful, “how’re you feeling?”

“Alright, Y/N. Really, I’m okay. Quite tired, but I’m alright. Just need to go home and rest.” He smiled.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” he laughed, “you’re always so worried about me.”

“Well that’s ‘cuz I wouldn’t know what to do without you, Brian. We’ve been inseparable for how long now? It’d be like taking away my other half if something happened to you.” You laughed.

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense, I’d be the same way if I was in your shoes.” He laughed. “You’ve been so helpful in the last couple of months while I’ve been going through all this, Y/N, and I’m completely capable of taking care of myself now. I just played two nights of concerts. I’m okay, Y/N. Go out. Have some fun. I’m worried about you. You haven’t done anything except for take care of me for ages. As your best friend, I’m telling you you need to go out and have some fun.”

He could see the hesitant look on your face. You were worried about him.

“As your best friend I command that you get your life back.” Brian joked, making both of you laugh.

“Alright, alright.” You resigned. “You’ve been very active for a couple days, so I won’t do anything for tonight, but I’ll go out soon, I promise.”

“Were you asked to do something tonight?” Brian pried.

“Well…” You hesitantly started. “I was. But I turned it down. More worried about you.” You admitted.

“Y/N,” Brian said, hands on his hips. “Go do something. Go out. Who asked you?”

“Freddie.” You admitted. “He wanted to go get drinks.”

“Go with him,” he urged. “Find yourself a guy. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you back at home later.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Thanks mate.” You smiled, turning around and exiting his dressing room, knocking on Freddie’s which was next door. “Fred?” You called.

After a couple of minutes, the door blew open, “Hello, Darling.” He smiled. “Come in,” he said, turning around and closing the door behind the two of you. “Couldn’t resist my offer?” He teased.

“I guess not.” You laughed. “Brian said he’ll be fine, and I haven’t gotten out in a while, so I figured I’d get a couple drinks. I miss talking to you.” You said earnestly, putting a hand on Freddie’s shoulder as you spoke.

“Wonderful!” He exclaimed. “Then just give me a moment to get dressed and we’ll be on your way.”

~~~~

He brought you to a bar called Blessing’s Tavern that was just down the road, the two of you laughing the entire way. Over a couple of shots and far too many beers, the two of you caught up on life from the last couple of months, hearing about the recording process of the new Sheer Heart Attack album which you missed out on because of Brian’s hospitalization. After his story was over, there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. Something you each wanted to bring up, but resisted.

You couldn’t help it anymore.

“So, how are you doing, Fred? The whole thing with Mary?”

“Oh I’m just fine, Darling.” He assured you. “We’re still close friends. I’m the one who pulled the trigger; it was my choice. Thanks for asking though.”

“I know, but any break up is difficult no matter what way it happens or what side of it you’re on. I’m here if you need me.” You assured with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

“Thank you.” He smiled. “I’m really fine. I guess you could say I just came to terms with myself. Who I am, you know?”

You nodded. You definitely knew. That’s exactly what you said when you came out. It made you confused. Did Freddie realize he had feelings for guys, and that’s why he broke up with Mary?

You stayed silent for a while, a million thoughts rushing through your head as you contemplated what his previous sentence possibly could have meant.

You couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t do anything.

Is it possible he likes me to?

Just then, he was the one to break the silence. “I see you looking at me.”

“W-what? Well I’m sitting right next to you, Fred. Course I’m looking at you.”

“No, Darling. I mean when I’m on stage.”

“Well yeah, that too?”

“Jesus, Y/N. You haven’t figured it out yet?”

“Figured what out?”

“Oh don’t act so oblivious. I see that you feel the same way. I broke up with Mary because I wasn’t happy with the lie I was living, I’m not straight. And if I’m right, you aren’t either.” he retorted.

Silence.

You’d never told anyone else other than Brian, let alone your other best friend AND your crush.

“Am I right?” He asked.

You nodded. “But don’t tell the others. Brian’s the only one who knows.”

“Oh I’d never,” he admitted. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone either. You’re the first person I’ve told.”

“Why me, Freddie? Why tell me first?”

“Because I figured you were going through the same thing, and because well, I like you. Figured I’d just be straight forward about it, you know?”

You nodded. “Wait, you like me?”

“Yeah, Love. Quite a bit, actually. Didn’t make me break up with my girlfriend for nothing.” He laughed.

“Wow.” You said, truly astonished.

“What? I’m sorry, Y/N. Do you not feel the same way? God this is why I didn’t want to do this, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

You laughed at the irony. “Actually, quite the opposite. You were spot on. Spot on to the point I’ve been into you for the last four years and never said anything because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. What are the odds?” You laughed.

“Oh thank god.” He said, clearly relieved, and pulling you in for an embrace. “You have no idea how hard that was.”

“Oh believe me, I do.” You laughed.

“Well then, we must celebrate! I’d like champagne!” He screamed to the bartender who was at the other end of the bar, making you laugh at his brutal honesty.

~~~~End Flashback~~~~

You stepped into the boys’ room to be greeted with smiles, hellos, and many thanks for bringing much needed coffee. Freddie stopped playing piano to come over and pull you into a tight embrace, kissing your cheek after making sure no one would notice.

The two of you had been seeing each other privately ever since your feelings were confessed all those years ago, yet had done an excellent job of hiding it. The other three members didn’t even know, not even Brian.

“I like your shirt, Fred.” You smiled, making him blush.

“Why thank you, Darling!” he winked, knowing it was one of your favorites whenever you spent the night at his place. The other three noticed the odd encounter yet said nothing of it, assuming it was just a typical conversation between two friends.

On a break, you hopped onto the piano bench next to Freddie, trying your best to make what you were saying look like a casual conversation.

“Love,” You started, “can we go to the park after? I’ve got to talk to you about something.”

“ ‘Course. Say no more.” He smiled. “You’ll drive me, won’t you?”

“I always do.” You smiled in a sing song voice.

~~~~

The two of you sang along to the radio in the short, fifteen minute car ride to a solitary end of the park, walking hand in hand to a bench in the middle of a path, the bench you and Freddie had specifically named yours, in a comfortable silence. You observed the way the sunlight hit his perfectly chilled face, jet black hair waving in the autumn wind.

“You’re so beautiful, Freddie.” You softly admitted as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He said as the two of you sat on your bench together, his arm around your shoulder. “You wanted to talk?”

“Yup.” You laughed. “God, why are you always so to the point?” You teased at him.

“Because things can be so drawn out sometimes, Dear! When some conversations are heavier or more uncomfortable, I just want to get it over with. No need to dwell on them.” He huffed, the temperament of a princess, making his shirt extremely fitting.

“Alright, alright.” You laughed. “I think it’s time, Freddie.”

“Time for what?” his face grew worried. “Please don’t say you’re leaving me.”

“Oh god no,” you smiled. “I’ll never leave you, Baby.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips in relief. “Then time for what, Y/N.”

“Time we tell them. Our friends. Our family. Brian especially. We’ve gotta come out. Say we’re together. Not to the public, because you know they won’t understand, but our friends have to know. They deserve to know.”

He nodded, taking in all you just said.

“And especially Brian, Freddie. Brian’s got to know. He’s my bloody roommate and best friend for crying out loud. I hate lying to him, sneaking out at night to come see you. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep hurting him blindly.”

“I understand.” Freddie smiled. “I’m just nervous. They know about you, I just haven’t manned up enough to tell them yet. What if they kick me out?”

“They won’t kick you out, Love.” You laughed. “I think they already have their suspicions, to be honest. Brian asked me the other day if you were gay. Said I didn’t know of course. He said it’d just make sense to him if you were from your stage costumes and such.”

“Oh. That’s a good thing, right?” He asked.

“Yes, Love. A good thing.” You assured him.

“What is they don’t think that me coming out is a good move for the band? What if they kick me out?” He worried.

“Freddie. They’re your best friends. They’re not going to kick you out. And like I said, just to our friends, not the whole world yet. Okay?”

“Okay.” He smiled. “Please don’t think my insecurities have anything to do with you, Darling. I was actually thinking today about how nice it would have been to just be us at rehearsal instead of this facade, you know?” He smiled.

“It’ll all be okay soon, my Love.” You assured him. “I promise.”

~~~~~

The two of you decided to tell Brian first. It only seemed right to you; you knew that if he was in your position he’d do the same thing. You picked Freddie up at his house, pressing your lips to his as he got in the car.

“I love your jacket, Fred!” You smiled. “Trying to dress for the occasion, are you?”

“ ‘Course.” He smiled. “I always do!”

“Must be new, right?”

“Yes, good job at noticing, Darling. I’ve got the best boyfriend in the world.” he smiled.

“So do I.”

~~~~

When arriving at your apartment, everything was extremely normal, the three of you just sitting in the living room laughing as you listened to a Beatles record. After a short while, you could tell it was time to just admit the true reason you were there. Freddie said he left telling Brian up to you seeing as the two of you were incredibly close.

“Brian.”

He heard the tone in your voice change, his head snapping up.

“Can we talk to you?”

“Course, everything alright?”

“Yeah yeah, it’s just- Well remember a couple

years ago when I told you about me, and how I felt? My sexuality and all?”

“Yeah?” He said curiously.

“Well, um I’ve found someone.” You smiled.

“Really?! That’s great, Y/N. Who is it? When can I meet him?”

“Well you already have.” You smiled, taking Freddie’s hand in yours.

“You see, Freddie has expressed that he feels the same way I do, and we got to talking and doing more together over the last year or so, really acting like we’ve been together in the last six months or so, and we just decided it was time to say how we’ve been feeling, wanted to tell you first.”

“Really?” Brian smiled.

“Really.” Freddie confirmed.

“Guys!” Brian said, leaping up and engulfing the two of you in his huge arms, “Really?! This couldn’t be any better!”

You and Freddie looked at each other smiling with a quick peck on the lips.

You knew this was the start of something wonderful.

~~~~~

Roger and John took the news just as well, acting as if nothing had changed. It gave you and Freddie each such a weight off of your backs to know the two of you had the support of your wonderful friends behind you.

You moved in with Freddie a couple months later, not expecting to have cried as much when you left your apartment with Brian, but the two of you were crying like little girls. Freddie said it was almost like watching twins be separated after being together for 24 years, however, the separation was healthy for the two of you and improved your relationship drastically. It also allowed you to mature as a person as well.

You made it to everyone of Queen’s concerts, taking breaks from school and work to go on tour with them, and you honestly had never been happier in your life. You got to spend each night watching your boyfriend and best friends who had turned into your family perform. You got to see your best friend flourish as a guitarist little by little each and every day, and you got to watch the love of your life, Freddie, parade around stage each night looking ethereal in his flowy white shirts and tight, sexy leather ensembles as he serenaded you, telling you each night that he sang each song for you and only you. It was bliss.

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A/N: Ah!!! That’s it! I really hope you like it, I put so much work into it! Happy Halloween to you all!! Also, sorry it took so long, I had to carve pumpkins!

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It's late, but Happy Halloqueen~~

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Roger Taylor, Monster Hunter

I wrote this for @dtfrogertaylor‘s HalloQueen event for @allthe-queens-men. Hope you like it!

Summary: A simple walk through the woods turns into so much more.

Pairing: Roger Taylor/Female Reader

Word count: ~3000

Warnings: violence, gore, angst, smut (fingering, handjob, oral (f&m receiving), implied continuation)

A/N: It took me a solid week to come up with an idea for this, and it ended up being longer than anticipated!

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You knew you shouldn’t be out after dark.

You knew you shouldn’t cut through the woods.

You knew there was a full moon tonight.

You knew.

But it’s the quickest way to get home.

But it’s just this once.

But all those stories can’t really be true… can they?

These thoughts and countless others swirled through your head as you wandered through the darkness. Every snap of a twig under your foot and each falling leaf making you jump and second-guess your chosen route. You wrapped your jacket even tighter around yourself as the bitter October wind sent chills through your entire body. You tried to brush your fears aside and just focus on getting away from the dimly lit path through the forest. Just get out of the trees. Get somewhere well-lit. Get away from the darkness.

You were quickly pulled out of your own head by an animalistic snarl as a pair of bright yellow eyes appeared before you. You clapped a hand over your mouth, stifling a scream. Instinct took over as you tried to escape, the only clear thought in your mind was getting as far away from this creature as possible. You turned on your heel and ran blindly through the forest, not knowing where you were going, only that you had to get there now.

It was no use though, no matter how far or fast you ran, this creature was right behind you. Just get to the clearing. The clearing will be safe. It won’t follow you there. Logically, you knew that was ridiculous, but you wanted to hold onto any possibility that you could successfully flee whatever was chasing you.

You were almost there. Running with renewed strength as the clearing came into view. You were almost on the edge of the light when your foot got caught on a root that protruded from one of the ancient oak trees. You tripped, headbutting the thick trunk on the way down.

The second you hit the ground, the monster descended on you. His razor-sharp claws pierced the flesh of your leg, fracturing the bone with a sickening crunch, and pushed you further into the dirt as he went for your neck. You screamed with everything you had, hoping in vain that someone would hear and come to your rescue before you became this beast’s dinner. His pointed teeth gleamed in the light of the full moon and his breath was hot against your skin. The metallic tang of blood filled your nostrils, suggesting that you weren’t his first victim tonight.

Right when his massive jaws were a mere hairsbreadth away from tearing open your throat, a loud explosion sounded from somewhere in the darkness. The creature then collapsed on top of you, dead. You quickly scrambled out from underneath your lifeless attacker. This monster that not ten seconds ago was about to devour you, was now just a corpse. You looked around in an attempt to locate your savior, but the blood from where your forehead hit the tree was obscuring your vision.

A figure wearing a black cloak stepped out from the shadows and knelt down to examine your injuries. His piercing blue eyes widened in horror when he saw your leg. He took off his scarf and tied it tightly above the gash to stop the bleeding. Then he gently scooped you up off of the forest floor and carried you to safety.

***

The next thing you remembered was waking up in a strange bed in what appeared to be a small cabin. You had no idea where you were or how long you had been unconscious. You tried to get up, but you were stopped by the inability to move your left leg. You threw back the covers to reveal a thick cast that enveloped nearly the entire limb. Cautiously, you reached up to touch your forehead, feeling the smooth bandages.

“Hey, you’re up!” came a surprised voice from across the room.

You turned your head in the direction of the voice and were met by the same blue eyes from the other night.

“So it wasn’t a dream,” you muttered, trying to piece together the broken memories of the attack. “How long was I out?”

“Almost two days,” he replied. “I wasn’t sure you were gonna make it after you fainted. You lost a lot of blood,”

You still had a lot of questions about what happened that night. Slowly, your mysterious savior helped fill in the gaps. He was a hunter who happened to be in the area when he heard you scream. After he found you, he brought you back to his cabin. He stitched up your forehead and set your broken leg. He changed your bandages every 12 hours while he waited for you to wake up. As he spoke, you caught yourself staring at him with a sort of curious fascination. Sure, he was handsome, with those intense baby blues and sharp features topped off by a mop of messy, blond hair. But there was something else at work there. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Something… magnetic. It was almost as if you were somehow drawn to him. But there was still something important weighing on your mind.

“What was that thing that attacked me?” you inquired, finally daring to ask your most burning question.

“Werewolf,”

“Werewolves are real?!?”

“Yes. What were you doing in the woods during a full moon anyway?”

“It was the quickest way home,”

“Well, you got lucky. I didn’t find any teeth marks, so I don’t think it bit you,”

Luck. Luck was the only thing that prevented you from a grizzly death or a gruesome transformation. Well, that and your new friend. But it could have been luck that brought him to you. Or you to him. Call it luck, fate, maybe even destiny. Either way, some strange force had brought the two of you together. But why?

“I have a phone if you need to call someone,” he stated, interrupting your train of thought. “A roommate maybe. Let them know you’re okay?”

You shook your head. “I live alone,”

He nodded understandingly. “You’ll need to stay here until that leg heals anyway,”

You quickly glanced around the cabin and noticed that there was only one bed. “Where will you sleep?” you asked. “This place doesn’t exactly look like it was designed for guests”

“It wasn’t, but I’ll be fine,” he gestured to the ratty armchair by the fireplace.

“I’m Y/N by the way,”

“Roger,”

***

Staying with Roger confirmed your suspicion that living in the forest required a lot of supplies, as he was often out chopping wood, hunting, or doing an array of other chores that made his lifestyle possible. And since he was gone so much, you had a lot of alone time without much to do but think. Your mind kept drifting back to that night. He said the werewolf hadn’t bitten you, but what if he was wrong? What if he missed something while examining you? What if the only thing stopping you from becoming the beast that nearly took your life was the current phase of the moon?

“I’m back!” Roger called as the door of the cabin swung open, snapping you back to reality.

It had taken some time for him to get used to having to announce his presence each time he entered his own home. How long had he lived alone you wondered. How long had it been since he had even seen another person?

When you didn’t acknowledge his entrance, he came over to see if you were awake. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he implored, his face matching your thoughtful expression.

“It’s just…” you paused, not knowing how to approach the subject. “What if the werewolf did bite me? Or if it’s saliva somehow entered my bloodstream? What if I turn into one of them during the next full moon?” your mouth was running a mile a minute as all of your fears poured out as fast as they entered your mind.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m almost certain you weren’t bitten,” he reassured you. “And in the event that I’m wrong… well…” he trailed off, turning his head toward the cupboard where he kept his hunting equipment.

You swallowed thickly as you understood what he was implying. If you turned he was going to shoot you. That would stop you from hurting others, and you understood that, but it was a prospect that filled you with dread. He was going to put you down like a rabid animal, but it was the only way. Should it come to that, you prayed his aim would be true.

***

As the weeks went on, the nights got colder and colder. Not that the cabin wasn’t adequate shelter, with the fire that Roger kept burning at all times. But still, more often than not, you shivered in your bed. Why did Roger insist on sleeping in that tattered old chair every night? It can’t be good for his back, and even though he said he was warm enough by the fire, you still caught him shuddering whenever a cold wind blew through the house. You couldn’t help but think that you would both be so much more comfortable in the bed. After all, it was certainly big enough for two.

A few days later, a terrible storm swept through the forest. A brief rain shower here and there wasn't uncommon, but this was something else entirely. Freezing rain and sleet fell for days on end, making the small cabin miserably cold and damp. To make matters worse, the firewood was completely soaked.

“Fuckin’ rain,” Roger grumbled as he tried in vain to ignite the waterlogged wood. “We’re gonna freeze in here. Unless…” he turned to you with a sudden realization.

“Unless what?” you looked at him from where you lay under the pile of blankets that wasn’t necessarily doing its job keeping you warm.

“Body heat,” he stated

Your heartbeat raced as you understood what he was proposing. He intended for the two of you to keep each other warm tonight. You eagerly moved over, making room for him.

“Erm, this’ll work better if you’re ah…” he hesitated as his eyes darted from the bed to you and back again. “That is, we’ll both warm up faster if we...”

You raised your eyebrows at him, urging the man to spit it out.

He cleared his throat and tried again. “Our body heat will be best conserved if we aren’t wearing clothes,”

You inhaled sharply at his suggestion. One of the most attractive men you’d ever seen wanted to lay next to you, naked. Deep down you knew that it would only be to avoid freezing to death, but still.

Taking your lack of verbal consent as a sign of discomfort, he tried to retract it, saying that you would probably be fine if you’d rather keep your clothes on.

“No, if it’s the best way for us to stay warm, then I think we should do it,” you told him.

He nodded and began unburdening himself. You did the same, needing some help getting your pants over the cast.

“These too?” you asked, teasing the hem of your panties.

“Everything,” he confirmed, his eyes darkening slightly as he watched you take them off.

Soon you stood before him, both of you naked as the day you were born, gazing at each other’s bodies in the dim twilight. For a few seconds, you didn’t even feel the chill, you were too caught up in the intimacy of the moment. Then the howling wind shook the whole building, bringing you back to reality.

Ever the gentleman, Roger helped you back onto the bed, quickly scrambling in after. Seconds later, you were under the covers together, holding each other as close as possible in an attempt to chase away the bitter cold. You were almost completely buried beneath the thick quilts, your face pressed into Roger’s bare chest as his icy hands melted against your back.

The two of you lay there, intertwined, for what felt like the better part of an hour, but it still wasn’t enough to stop either of you from shivering.

“M’still cold,” you mumbled against his skin.

“Me too,” he whispered.

“You’re the ‘survival expert’.” you shifted to look up at him. “Any other ideas?”

“Well, a nice, sweaty wank usually warms me right up. We could try that,” he suggested, only half-joking.

Heat rose in your cheeks at his words. Little did he know that you’d spent a good deal of time thinking about just that.

“If it’ll keep us from becoming icicles.” you shrugged, trying to contain your excitement at the prospect.

“Seriously? You’d want to?”

You nodded, smiling.

He returned your grin and told you to let him know if you wanted him to stop.

He cupped your face and brought you in for a kiss. His lips were softer than you imagined, and you hoped yours weren’t badly chapped. The kiss was warm, and it quickly grew desperate as you explored each other’s bodies. His hand soon found your ass, slipping his tongue into your mouth as you gasped.

You unconsciously spread your legs a little as his free hand gradually moved down toward your clit, slowly circling the sensitive nub. He dipped a finger into your entrance, eliciting a small moan as he teased your wetness. He then added a second finger, curling them against your front wall in an attempt to find your G-spot. You could feel his cock hardening as he fingered you. You reached for it, not wanting him to feel left out.

Breaking the kiss, he nestled his head against your neck as you began pumping him. The hand that was on your ass worked its way back up to your chest, grabbing your breast as he began leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

All at once, everything stopped, and you whined as he withdrew his fingers. His solid length slipped from your grasp as he shifted his position so he was lying flat against the mattress. He then helped you maneuver your body so you were straddling his face, being careful not to put too much weight on your leg. Almost as soon as you got somewhat comfortable, his mouth met your dripping entrance. You collapsed against his stomach as he expertly ate you out. For a few blissful moments, you were so lost in pleasure that you completely forgot about him. Then he cleared his throat, sending vibrations up through your core. You quickly resumed your strokes, leaning down to take it in your mouth as precum began leaking from the tip. You hummed contently at the salty taste, swallowing him down as much as you could.

“Gonna cum,” he whined.

That was all the warning you received before he climaxed, emptying himself down the back of your throat. You eagerly swallowed it all for him, your own orgasm approaching.

As you felt the heat building in your stomach, he entered his fingers into your heat. Again, he curled them against your G-spot, causing you to moan in ecstasy and try to grind your hips against his mouth and hand. Seconds later, you cried out his name and came all over his face.

For a few minutes, you lay panting on top of him while you both came down from your highs. Once Roger had recovered enough to move uninhibited, he helped guide you back under the covers and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you to his chest. Admittedly, you were considerably warmer than before, and for the first time in several days, you felt like you could actually fall asleep.

A little while later you felt Roger’s cock probing your backside.

“M’still cold,”

***

As much as you wished that your days with Roger didn’t have to come to an end, the day of reckoning finally arrived. Tonight was the full moon. You were about to find out if your werewolf attacker had turned you. Roger assured you over and over again that the chances were pretty small, but you both agreed that it would be better to be prepared. So he grabbed his silver bullets and led you out into the clearing as the sun began to set.

It was the same clearing where he had found you that night. You supposed there was something poetic about that. Your story would be ending almost exactly how it began; with a dead werewolf and you lying in a pool of blood. Only this time he would be ending your life instead of saving it.

Arms shaking, he raised his gun as the moon shone in the night, praying to any deity who might listen that he wouldn’t have to do this.

You looked up at the bright orb above you and took a deep breath, ready to accept your fate, whatever it may be. Your eyes closed as the moonlight enveloped you, bathing you in its lunar glow. The anticipation of your possible transformation was making your heart race.

You stood there.

You waited.

You held your breath.

And.

Nothing.

Nothing happened. You were still human! You wanted to run straight to Roger, but your leg was still immobilized. Instead, he dropped his gun and swept you up in his arms. A cold breeze on your face made you realize you were crying. The absolute joy of being alive was overwhelming. At that moment, you felt invincible.

You knew you shouldn’t have been out after dark.

You knew you shouldn’t have cut through the woods.

You knew there was a full moon that night.

You knew.

But on that night you found your home.

And once was all it took.

Because all those stories about what lurks in the darkness are true.

So if anyone dares to wander through the forest under the light of a full moon, they had best hope that a certain blue-eyed hunter isn’t far away.

#halloqueenevent #halloqueen #roger taylor x reader

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transeliot · 4 years

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Caramel Apples

Summary: Joe’s throwing a last minute Halloween party and is definitely not prepared. So, naturally, he recruits you and Ben to help.

Pairing: Joe x Ben x Reader (platonic and dorky)

Word count: ~750

Warnings: a couple of curse words, otherwise I think that’s it?

Author’s note: Hello everyone! I’m a day late because life be like that sometimes but here is my Halloqueen gift for @inthegardensofourminds! Thank you to @dtfrogertaylor for putting on this event. I had so much fun putting this together and I hope you enjoy it!

The base of Another One Bites the Dust could be heard from the moment you stepped off the elevator and you couldn’t help but smile. When Joe had texted last night saying he was throwing a last minute Halloween party and practically begged you to please please please come, well, how could you say no? Of course, as soon as you promised that yes, you’ll be there, he immediately launched into telling you all his plans for decorations and asking if you could maybe possibly arrive early to help him set up? So here you were, outside Joe’s apartment an hour before the party was set to begin.

Granted, the last-minute notice left little time to throw together a costume, but you managed to pull together a pretty decent witch get-up. The spider-web tights under your black dress had been an impulse purchase on your last shopping trip and they complimented the cheap witch’s hat you picked up from the party store earlier.

Knocking on Joe’s door, you could hear some shouting and shuffling around before the door swung open, revealing a familiar face.

“Y/N!” Ben’s face lit up as he engulfed you in a hug so tight your feet left the ground. “Long time no see,” he giggled as he swung you around before setting you back down inside the apartment.

“Well maybe if somebody wasn’t so busy, we’d get to see more of each other,” you teased, sticking out your tongue at him.

Before he could object, you held up a finger and shushed him, eyes narrowing as you glanced him over from head to toe.

“Benjamin Jones, please tell me that you are not dressed as Roger Taylor for Halloween,” you sighed.

“What?! I heard that the resemblance is uncanny,” he grinned back with a quick wink.

“That is definitely cheating,” you pouted.

“There’s no such thing as cheating at Halloween, Y/N,” a voice called from the kitchen. You looked up just in time to see Joe coming towards you and, wait a minute, you’ve seen that outfit before.

“Deaky? Seriously,” you glanced between the two of them when something clicked. “Oh my god, you seriously coordinated costumes from the same scene?”

The two beaming faces were answer enough as you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed, “What am I going to do with you two?”

“You know you love us,” Joe called out in a sing-song voice as he took you by the hand and pulled you towards the kitchen. Once you crossed the threshold, you got a whiff of something burning.

“Uhh, Joe…?”

“Oh, shit!” he mutters as he scrambles back to the stove where a large saucepan appears to be smoking. “Not again,” he whines before pouting as he looks up at you and Ben, who is now fighting to keep a straight face.

“Not. A. Word.” Joe glares daggers at Ben as he removes the pan that appears to be filled with lava from the stove and moves it to the sink, joining a couple more that seem to have met the same fate.

With an arched eyebrow you looked back at Ben, who caves under your gaze in record time, breaking into a fit of laughter.

“Joe insisted that we make caramel apples from scratch. He also claimed he knew what he was doing, but that’s the third batch he’s burned,” he explained as he regained his composure.

“And now, what the hell am I supposed to do with all the apples?” Joe whined as he ran a hand through his hair, leaving it sticking out in every direction.

Everyone paused and thought for a moment, until a light bulb went off and you broke into a grin. “What if,” you started tentatively and glanced between the two of them. “What if we bobbed for apples?”

Joe’s face lit up, “Y/N, you’re a genius.” He pressed a quick peck to your temple as he passed by you to go find a container big enough to hold the apples and water.

Once he disappeared down the hall, there was a knock on the door and Ben jumped at the opportunity to greet the first wave of guests. All you could do was grin and pour yourself a cup of cider as you heard voices from the doorway punctuating the music, and at that moment you agreed with Freddie’s voice floating from the speakers, tonight’s gonna be a real good time.

#halloqueenevent #inthegardensofourminds #this entire fic was inspired by that middle picture i have no shame #im so sorry im late #but i hope you like it!#tbh this is my first time writing a reader insert #and my first time writing for this fandom idk why #but hopefully its not terrible?#ben hardy x reader #joe mazzello x reader #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #borhap fic #queen fic #kris has a blog #my writing

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rogah-wrote-gaga · 4 years

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Happy Halloqueen!

Is it Safe Here?, written for @brianmays-badgers from your halloqueen anon (who is not so anon now ;)) I hope you like it!

pairing: Reader x Gwilym Lee

wordcount: ~1.6k

warnings: 18+, smut, oral (fem receiving) , fingering, unprotected sex, swearing

a/n: I enjoyed writing this and I hope you like it too! (I had to make it a little bit fluffy; my soft little soul could never handle the pain of writing angst uwu, but I added a good measure of smut to balance it out!!)

It was 10:58pm, October 31st. You knew it was coming, right from the beginning of that night. It was Halloween, after all, the night where everything is destined to go wrong. What you hadn’t known was that the seemingly harmless teenagers grouped around the 24/7 corner shop were actually out for all your valuables. Which isn’t saying much, since all you had was an old Samsung phone and a pair of earphones stolen from your roommate, Gwilym.

They had jumped you, taking anything worth taking, which included the change left in your purse, Gwil’s earphones, and your credit card. The phone they just left, cracked in the gutter, beside you where you were left as one of them kicked you in the ankle. Left sprawling on the pavement, you heard them walk away, all laughs and mocking jeers. A string of profanity left your mouth as you grasped the cracked mess of glass lying at your side. It wouldn’t turn on. Hell, there wasn’t even a button left to turn it on with. You gritted your teeth as you got to your feet and prepared for the walk home. There was a lot more than just bruises.

You barely had the energy to screech ‘‘I’m home!’’ as you usually do after a night out. Not that it mattered, because Gwil was already passed out on the couch next to his girl of the week and the ‘night out’ in question had mostly consisted of yelling voices and the feel of gravel against your skin. With a sigh, you slipped off your clothes and snuggled in your sheets. You could clean the wounds tomorrow.

“Morning, y/n!” The familiar voice roused you from the pleasant depths of your dreams. You responded with a noncommittal grunt, turning over. Right now, your bed was the comfiest place in the world. “Hey! I said, morning, y/n!” A soft weight settled on your bed by your head. “Wakey wakey time!” Despite the cheesy greeting, you smiled and opened your eyes.

“Morning, Gwil. I’ll be up in a bit.”

“Finally!” grinned Gwilym. “Your breakfast is getting cold.” Gwil made you breakfast every morning, and in return, you made him his daily morning decaf coffee and his afternoon cup of tea. You winced as you slowly slid yourself off the bed, and Gwil was right at your side, asking if you were okay. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Got mugged last night, but they didn’t take anything so it’s all good.” You said this with a nonchalant smile plastered on your face, because you knew Gwilym would tease you about it if he knew that you’d been hurt. His reaction, however, was a surprise. He pulled you into his arms, planting a kiss on your forehead, eliciting a painful moan as he wrapped his arms tightly around the bruises on your back.

Now, you and Gwilym were just roommates. It was purely financial, and also, since you guys had known each other since you were 5, not as awkward as you might think. You got used to the books and guitar equipment scattered everywhere, and he got used to your albums, vintage magazines, and music playing at all hours of the day. You took it in turns to cook, even if both of you dreaded your days of the rota; you took it in turns to do laundry, even when it meant you would end up with mismatched socks and crumpled shirts.

The flat, with a practical kitchen, spacious living room, a tiny little bedroom, and two bathrooms, was perfect for your needs; it was cheap, comfortable, and you had your best friend as your roommate! You had an agreement: You shared the small double bed on most nights; if either of you had company, Gwilym insisted that you had to go at it on the couch. To be fair, he also abided by this rule. “Why, Gwil? The bed’s better for two people and it’s got loads more space.” But Gwil was persistent, saying he wanted to keep the bed for ‘someone special’. It was the cheesiest thing you had ever heard, but you stuck with it, because every time Gwil had a girl over (which was often) you got the double to yourself.

You got home from classes everyday at around 2pm, and since you were taking all the same things as Gwil, usually went out with him to the coffee shop on the corner for a drink. The two of you would talk about anything and everything, no boundaries. When you think back, you realise that you were much closer than any other friendships you had seen or even experienced, and of course, this led to a few spikes of jealousy whenever you woke up to find Gwil on the couch rather than by your side.

“Are you alright, y/n?” You nodded, still wrapped up in Gwilym’s arms. “Where does it hurt?”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, Gwil. What are you doi-” He pressed his lips against yours, taking you completely and utterly by surprise. Your first instinct was to pull away, but as your body relaxed into the kiss you realised: you wanted this. You’d wanted him to kiss you for months, longing to lie under him on the couch. Before you knew it, Gwil pulled away, looking to the ceiling and rubbing his neck. “I’m sorry, y/n. I-” But you left him no time to apologise, pulling him by the neck towards you and burying him in your deep, hungry kiss. You felt his mouth open against you, and the kiss grew more passionate, as you moved to straddle his lap. “I didn’t know you wanted this too, Gwil. I would’ve done this much sooner.”

You decided to take a step back, and lay back on the bed, waiting to see what Gwil would do next. He crawled up and lay next to you, curled into your side, just like he did every single night. “I want you, y/n” he mumbled, probably hoping that you wouldn’t hear him.

“I love you, Gwil. Do you hear me? I want to do this with you. Right now.” He needed no further encouragement, pushing himself up onto his elbows to kiss you again. He lay over you, hands moving down towards your midriff. “Can I..?” You nodded, and he pulled up your nightgown. This was the most you’d ever shown to him; he slid his hands up your body to caress your breasts, one hand gently stroking a nipple while the other massaged the other tit.

A breathy moan escaped from your mouth as Gwil left a sloppy trail of kisses down your collar bone. He gently unhooked your cotton panties, sliding them off your legs. You lay completely bare before him, as he looked down at you with hooded eyes, a hand rubbing your inner thigh. The hand skimmed closer to your warm core, and you moved underneath him, trying to get him to touch you. He finally dragged a thumb over your clit, making you gasp. He traced one of his fingers over your folds, still rubbing circles on your clit. He pushed a finger in, and your body shivered with pleasure, forever wanting more.

“More, y/n?” you nodded again and he slipped his middle finger in. He began to thrust, fucking you with his fingers as you struggled to contain your moans. Gwil lowered his head, and with no warning, removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, savouring the way you tasted. You let out a long moan and held on the back of his head, bucking your hips as he ate you out, all the while his thumb still rubbing soft circles on your clit. “Please, Gwil, I’m gonna cum, want you inside of me, please,” and he drew away, unhooking his jeans to reveal his cock, straining the inside of his boxers. You swallowed: he was big. He pulled down his boxers and aligned himself with your entrance. “You ready, y/n?”

“Do it, Gwil.” He slowly pushed inside of you, cracking you wide open with his impossibly long shaft. He took you slowly, giving you time to adjust to the immense feeling of him inside of you. Gwilym cursed underneath his breath; your pussy was tight around him. Your fingers clutched bruises into his hips as he began to move, drawing moans from your lips. “Can I go f-faster? Fuck, y/n, you’re so tight,” Wordlessly, you nodded, and Gwilym gave you his first proper thrust, making you whimper from the hazy mix of pleasure and pain. He drew almost all the way out, then pushed back in again, hitting your g-spot, sending a wave of pleasure down your spine.

Over and over again, he thrusted, while you clawed the bedsheets, the release so close, the warmth inside of you building, the pleasure so intense it made both of you scream. You came around him, clenching your hips as he rode you out, spilling hot cum deep inside of you. You lay back with a sigh, drifting off to sleep, barely aware of Gwil cleaning you up with a damp cloth and lying beside you. “You see? I saved the bed for you, y/n.”

“Mhm,” was the only answer you could muster, before turning into his side and yawning. “Goodnight, my love,” was the last thing you heard, as sleep took you, to the feeling of Gwilym stroking your hair, one hand on your back, with the feeling that you were, for this moment, completely safe.

#halloqueenevent #halloqueen #gwilym lee #gwilym x reader #gwilym smut #gwilym fanfic #fluff #smut #halloqueen gift

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rose-writes-prose · 4 years

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Don’t You Hear My Call HalloQueenEvent

Hi Noah! @just-my-sickly-pride

Happy Halloween! I hope you enjoy this a lot.

(Apologies for it being so late. I wanted to make it perfect, and perfect is the enemy of complete.)

Warning: mentions of ghosts, blood, loud noises, and death

Your first mistake was being so trusting.

Well, no. That's not entirely true. Being too trusting was more of a personal flaw rooted in years of optimism, rather than an action that could be categorized as a mistake. Your first actual mistake was trusting the weather report for a chilly evening and cloudless skies. While it was crisp on the trek to the university's "Unofficial Costume Party," the air was thick with the stony smell of a storm. Skies were only partially cloudy, and any visible stars pierced the inky sky. If the report was wrong, perhaps it was off an hour. A downpour came when you were too far to retrieve an umbrella. What should have been a simple walk was warped into hopping over puddles and seeking shelter, which was oddly scarce. The road was empty, with no cabs or buses in sight. The thought of running occurred to you, but tripping in your costume was inevitable.

After too long, you finally made it to the front door of the party. A pulsing bass reached your bothered feet. Up the steps and through the door you went. It was very dim inside, and hardly anyone was recognizable in their costumes.

A sudden ear-piercing cry filled the air. Your head turned to see what is the matter. But everyone was partying, too focused on the bottles or lips pressed against their mouths. Maybe it was the booming bass of the speakers, but no one seemed altered by what had just disturbed you. It came again, louder, another consistent wail that sliced through the air and into your head. Your hands flew to your ears, failing to muffle the sharp invasion to your head. Tears pricked your eyes, a substitute for the whimper barred from escape by your pursed lips.

"Are you alright?"

A Gomez Addams placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of your trance. It felt warm compared to your now chilled body.

"Did your costume get wet? I've got some more upstairs if you need it. Though it would be ghastly to hide this piece you have."

Gomez led you up the stairs and down a hall to his dorm room, telling you about what other things he could offer you. A pile of clothes was falling out of the laundry bin, which he apologized for, and several loose papers were littered across the floor and bed closest to the window. After a minute of searching, he told you to wait there while he searched for his trunk of costumes, giving you a purple fluffy bathrobe to change into. "It must be in Roger's room. Oh, I'm Freddie, by the way. You're Y/N, yeah?"

You struggled to say anything at first, but a patient nod from Freddie coaxed you to ask: "Did you hear it? The scream?"

The perplexed look from Freddie shouldn't have surprised you, but it did. He was barely able to hear anything downstairs, but he promised to ask around if it made you feel better. It didn't, but you thanked him anyway. Freddie left, yet solitude did not come over you. An untraced gaze was scratching at your skin, an itch digging deep for a place no one was supposed to know about. The shriek came again. Harsher. More overpowering.

Closer.

You looked through the window to check for the sound. Maybe a wounded animal. Unable to get a proper look outside, you opened the window; the wind had stopped, but the rain poured on, sheets upon sheets of water shooting to the earth. It was too loud to hear anything over its deafening whisper.

Thunder shook the room, knocking out the lights. The door clicked behind you. You hesitantly turned your head back to look at the door.

It wasn't Freddie.

A tall figure loomed over you, intent eyes inspecting you from beneath a mop of curly shadow. His hands hung limp at his side, still as an autumn night. He had an ancient air about him, older than England, perhaps. With only his eyes, centuries of memories were sent deep within, none very happy.

"I'm not the only one."

The figure approached you until you were nose to nose, and you nearly screamed. His face was terribly gaunt, horribly pale, hauntingly translucent. The eyes so fixated on you were bulbous and bloodshot over dark, sunken eyelids. A curtain-like mouth revealed pointed yellow teeth in a crooked smile. His clothes were torn and faded, a white robe that fell to his ankles. Only the shrowd over his head was intact, pinned to a mess of stygian hair.

"Excuse me?" you choked out.

"You look just like me."

Oh, right. Your banshee costume, which had begun to conjure a foul smell. Your hair was heavy with rain that had streamed down your face, cleaning off any paint, which had stained your soaked ghost costume. It was a frightening sight. You weren't sure if that bothered you or not. It had to be you who was foolish enough to trust the weather report and leave their umbrella. It had to be you whose banshee costume, labor of copious love and intricate detail was utterly destroyed.

"Yeah, I guess," you sighed, "I'm a banshee that got caught by the rain. At least you look like you meant to."

The ghostly figure knit his brow in confusion. "This is how I always look."

You appreciated his mock confusion at the moment. "Are you Freddie's roommate?" He shook his head. "What are you doing here? The party's downstairs."

"Looking for you."

Blunt and very creepy. Or was this only a character?

You decided to play it cool, hoping for the best. "Is that the only reason?"

His smile faltered as he stepped back. "I thought you would be happy to see me."

Your stomach dropped. If he was doing a character, he was taking it very seriously. Too seriously.

"Why?"

"Wouldn't you want to talk? It's been so long for me."

"Since you've talked to someone?"

"Yes!" he cried.

Your lip curled at his unwarranted desperation. The digging itch in your skin was sharper now, infiltrating your nerves. A call in the back of your mind told you to solve the mystery of who the hell is this creep. You listened. You didn't need some stranger in disturbing garb making your night worse.

Without warning, he drew his hand forward to grab you. You pushed him away, somehow knocking him to the floor.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know why you came to find me. You have me mistaken for someone else."

Red eyes glowed with pain in the dark. You stared back, ignoring the heaving of your chest from the sudden outburst. No move was made between the two of you. He stayed on the floor, timid. Perhaps you were wrong to be so harsh.

"I really don't remember ever meeting." you offered the spooky man a hand. "I'm Y/N."

"We haven't, at least I don't think. Perhaps a long time ago." The pain in his eyes remained. "I'm sorry to frighten you. I'm Brian."

You weren't convinced. "You could've just waited for me downstairs."

He shrugged. "It's louder than I'm comfortable with."

That was the first thing he said that you could empathize with. You decided to let your guard down and understand Brian. He lacked a few social skills, evidently, but was surprisingly charming. He was able to make you laugh a few times at jokes about music, which he knew a lot about. You told him about your interest in groups like Panic! At the Disco and the Beatles while he listened. The atmosphere was calmer than it was before. Brian appeared less ghastly as the night went on, less transparent or demonic. His eyes softened to a berry red. His crooked smile looked less menacing. The invasive itch was gone, the shriek long away from your mind.

Freddie burst in, a trunk of clothes on his hip. "Why'd you turn the lights out?" With a flip of a switch, the room was bright again.

Did he not notice the blackout?

"Blackout?" he laughed, setting the trunk on his bed, "A blackout in only one room? And you opened the window! You've only been here five

Five minutes?

No, it felt like you'd been sitting with Brian for half an hour.

You turned to Brian for an explanation. He must have turned off the lights when he came in. You got no clear response from him. He was silent, glowering eyes on Freddie, sizing him up. His glowering then turned to you, a twinge of shock and betrayal picking through. And, not knowing quite why, you felt guilty.

"Y/N," Freddie broke you from your trance, "what are you staring at?"

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Freddie couldn't see Brian. The lights went out as soon as Brian had entered the room. His appearance, his attitude, the way his presence was physically affecting you. He reacted so strongly to your costume and Freddie being able to see you.

Holy shit, Brian was a ghost.

And he thought you were a ghost, too.

"Alright, you're acting weird." Freddie shrugged, heading back to the hall. "See what costumes in the trunk you like, then hang your wet one in the bathroom."

The room was quiet again, but with the lights one, everything was more transparent. You looked at Brian, but for once, he wasn't looking at anything. His head was down, hair blocking his face.

"You're a ghost, aren't you?"

"Banshee, actually," Brian corrected. "You're just wearing a Halloween costume, aren't you?"

"I take it as a compliment that my costume was this convincing."

You remembered hearing of banshees as a child. Banshees came in scary stories to explain strange noises in the night. Ghosts who would present themselves to someone before they died.

Oh.

Brian kept his gaze down to his lap, uninterested in anything around him. His hands were folded into each other, thumbs massaging each other. You weren't sure whether to hug him or run away.

"But I am sorry I'm not what you thought I was." You hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder before it passed through. "You're the last of your kind."

No sooner had your hand passed through his shoulder that an earth-shattering wail exploded through the room. You covered your ears, but it did nothing to silence the wail pouring into them. Tearing flooded your eyes, blurring your vision. The floor shook as everything went dark. Brian sharply turned to you, glowing red eyes dripping down his into his mouth or onto his chin. Those eyes. They were the last thing you saw before you collapsed.

You awoke the next morning in your own bed. The haze of being partially asleep and partially aware that you're awake was still over you. The covers were twisted, leaving you to shiver. In a few minutes, you would will your body to sit up. But not now.

The sky was still gray from the previous night's storm, splashing scattered raindrops across the window. You didn't remember coming home last night, but a few sniffles and a stuffed nose indicated that you had to walk.

Strange how you couldn't remember a single thing from last night's party. No hangover muddled your memory, no texts on your phone revealed any interaction. But then you saw your hand.

There was a gigantic crescent-shaped scar on your palm.

You sat up immediately. Where had the scar come from? You couldn't have gotten it from last night. It would still be a wound. It like a substantial dent in your hand.

You still weren't convinced.

You lept out of bed and walked to the bathroom. In the fluorescent light, the scar was more real than ever. What was more real to you at that moment was a pair of blood-red eyes staring at you through the mirror.

Your blood-red eyes.

On a gaunt, translucent face.

Under a white, pinned shroud.

You screamed.

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