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illfoandillfie · 2 years

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Making Art (Kinktober Day 14: Double Penetration)

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Pairing: Fairy!Lucy Boynton x Reader x Fairy!Rami Malek (plus mentions of fairy ben and gwil)

Words: 3,320

Warnings: double penetration, sex slavery, oral sex (both m a f receiving), some pussy spanking, groping, groping while she’d unconscious (brief), public sex, sex with an audience, a lil bit of triple penetration, pornography, inspection, references to all the previous chapters lmao

A/N: Part of the Fairy AU. Couldn’t resist writing more of this tbh.

It was Gwilym’s idea to start. He’d mentioned it in passing when Lucy had first let him examine you but, apparently, she’d quite liked the idea. It served a dual purpose – get everyone excited about the upcoming bacchanal festival, and show off her power as their queen. No one could disapprove of a queen who not only protected them from a human but also subdued that human and turned her into a harmless sex doll. So, Lucy had told Gwilym to make the arrangements and before you knew it you were making a pornographic magazine. You were happy to do what Lucy asked but it had been an exhausting couple of weeks and you were glad to be near the end. The artist Gwilym hired, a tall, broad man with a patchy beard, was renowned for his pornographic creations. He’d done every sort of scene imaginable from sweet and soft to predatory and painful. Barely a fae existed who had not owned one of his works at some time or another because his catalogue was so diverse that you were nearly guaranteed to find something you liked. And when Lucy and Rami sat down to discuss options, they were thrilled with his vision. Together, they’d picked out important scenes the fae folk should see and over the last couple of weeks you’d filmed them all.

The first few days had been spent down by the mushroom ring where you’d entered the faerie world so long ago. You’d been given a black dress to wear, though it was artfully torn to expose enough of your body to titillate the people. A small taste of what was to come. The artist had sat down on a chair he’d brought down, pulled out a sketchpad and began using magic to create small samples of colours from the world around you. Then he’d posed you and made you stand while he sketched out his piece. It took a lot less time than you’d assumed it would but, as he’d explained to Lucy, he had to be fast to capture sexual scenes. “Sex can change in a second, especially where magic is concerned. I like my subjects to actually perform the acts I depict, instead of just simulating them. I give some direction but I like them to be natural so I’ve learnt to be quick enough to beat an orgasm. Of course, usually my subjects can do multiple takes but clean up in between can sometimes kill a mood so I try not to take too long.” His process seemed to consist of making sketches in his book that he’d take back to his workshop to finish on a larger scale. And then he’d apply a potion to the artwork which would create the movement, a small video on the pages of a magazine.

Once he’d satisfied himself with the arrival scene you’d moved on to the moment you were captured and taken to the queen. You’d thought perhaps actors would be hired but, again, you’d been wrong. Lucy was adamant that she should star in it herself, that if her people were going to see their queen dominate a human they should really see it. When you showed your surprise and told her that world leaders in the human world could lose their jobs because of sex scandals, she’d laughed and reminded you the fae folk thought very differently. A former beloved King of the faeries had released a sex tape every Yuletime as a gift to his people and others before him had had their likeness captured in erotic portraits or wrote heavy tomes detailing their lusty escapades. This was going to be part of her legacy. And, as such, she would personally pose for her scenes, as would anyone else involved. Which meant that you were joined in the mushroom ring by Benjamin and a few of his soldiers. The artist recorded Ben knocking you out with pixie dust as his soldiers held you and then, while you were passed out, each of them had their chance to feel you up, tearing your clothes more in the process. With multiple people in the scene, the artist required a few extra takes and so you found yourself being alternately woken and made unconscious three or four times in a row before he was satisfied. And there wasn’t really any way to tell how long you were out for any one time. All you knew was that you’d been touched by the men, your pussy a little wetter each time you woke. But, eventually, the artist was satisfied and everyone moved to the throne room to perform your presentation to Lucy. You knelt on the floor, arms bound behind your back and a strip of fabric gagging you, as Lucy stood over you and grabbed your face, menacingly examining her prey while Ben and his men watched. After that you, Lucy, and the artist moved down to the room with the stone dais, so you cold recreate the moment she tricked you into eating her out and thus became your owner. It felt a little odd performing such an act with the audience of the artist but you soon forgot he was there, all your attention on pleasing your queen.

The artist was the talk of the castle since most weren’t privy to his sessions. His reputation as one of the fae world’s leading erotic directors assured that everyone was interested in what he was doing in the castle. At first the rumour mill said he was creating portraits of the king and queen, which they would exchange as gifts on their wedding day. But, as the week wore on and more people became involved, the speculation got closer to the truth. Your first feast in the castle was re-created, though the hall was empty save for those important people who sat beside the Queen. Naturally there needed to be a depiction of Lucy presenting you to her courtiers, her fairness and your forced submission on display, but she couldn’t single anyone out without creating jealous conflicts or fuelling rivalries. So, instead, one of Lucy’s maids was dressed up in place of a noble woman and you were introduced to her as you had been introduced to Lucy’s subjects on that night. And, of course, Rami had fun bending you over the long table again. After that Gwilym agreed to give away a couple of his secrets and performed a small examination of you for the artist. Nothing so thorough as you were used to but it allowed him to get some detailed sketches of your tits and then your pussy being fingered and fucked. The detailed shot of your arse came when he sketched you being trained – plugged and chained to the wall while you fellated one of your dildos, Lucy just beside you, ready to punish you if need be.

And then there was a night where you were taken to the woods. The story of your brazen escape attempt while your queen was in a neighbouring land. Benjamin got to play the hero, capturing you and dealing you a severe punishment in the dungeons. You didn’t dare point out the story was fake. That he’d actually made you run through the woods at night so he could hunt you down. You knew that Lucy was likely the only one who’d believe you and she’d just point out the escape made a better story. That you would be the wicked human who tried and failed to outwit the Queen’s men. It’d make her and those she trusted most seem more powerful, more reliable. It’d make it seem like turning you into her obedient pet was harder than it had been and yet she’d still succeeded. She used a similar reason when she agreed to a scene where a small group of maids took liberties with you while bathing and readying you for your duties. Tiana starred alongside you in that scene and you couldn’t help but feel quite flustered by her presence. Especially when Lucy declared she’d enjoy watching Tiana use you.

But, finally, it seemed as if the artist had almost got everything he needed. He wanted some final pages that showed how Lucy had successfully conditioned you to behave. That she’d beaten the human and now you were her willing slave. That showed her and her soon to be king consort as the powerful leaders the fae folk deserved. So he needed some shots of Lucy and Rami sharing you, dominating you together. The artist didn’t have anything specific in mind. He was happy to watch things play out naturally, quickly sketching what he saw. It started with you on your hands and knees, Lucy fingering you as Rami and the artist watched on. By then you were well and truly accustomed to being watched by the artist, so it took no time at all for Lucy to declare you ready for her cock as she summoned a dildo, her favourite one to fuck you with. She set it up and slid into you, making you moan from the first thrust. “Good girl,” she cooed at you, “but your whore sounds will wake the whole castle. Rami, shut her up.” Her sweet tone turned authoritative and almost mean as she gave your arse a slap. The sharp sting made you gasp right as Rami grabbed you by the hair, holding you still as he pressed his cock into your mouth. He made you gag, holding you down as the artist hastily sketched the position. “Don’t stop on my account,” the artist said, flipping to a blank page, “Do what you will to the whore.” Rami didn’t need to be told twice, pulling out enough so you could gasp for breath before thrusting into your throat again. He didn’t need to push you all the way down, Lucy had found a rhythm that did it for him, forcing you to his base with each stroke of her strapon. When it started to feel like you didn’t have enough breath to continue you tried to pull back, but Rami tugged on your hair and Lucy leaned forward, stopping you from moving at all as she shushed you and whispered in your ear. “Uh uh, pet. Rami likes your throat too much. Tell him you like his cock too.” You moaned, tears in your eyes as you tried not to panic. “That’s right,” she said sweetly, “you’ve gotten so much better at swallowing cock, haven’t you?” You tried to moan again but were interrupted by a wet gag which made Rami’s hips buck. Lucy laughed as she tugged you backwards, drool running down your chin as you took a few hasty breaths. “Do you like it when she gags, my love?” “Mmhmm,” Rami groaned, “Feels so good.” “Hear that Pet?” She shoved you back down his length, her cock jerking in your cunt, “Keep gagging or else.” They didn’t give you much choice in the matter, though you would have forced yourself to gag even if they had. Lucy grabbed your hips as she began fucking you properly again, each stroke deep and hard and matching the way Rami was fucking your throat. They were nearly always in sync, though the closer Rami got the more he jerked and twitched and fell out of time. But that just made it harder for you to keep up with and more likely he’d force you to gag or choke again. You could barely hear the scratch of the artist’s pencil over all the wet sounds the two of them were pulling from you. Especially once Rami started groaning with how close he was getting. Lucy made sure to degradingly praise you, remarking on what an obedient toy you were and how easy it was to use you. But she also threw out commands too, reminding everyone that she was the one in charge and that you belonged to her. As Rami got closer Lucy told you to get him off so you started trying to moan again, in between the gags he still enjoyed hearing. Lucy’s hand slid underneath you, her fingers finding your clit quickly, “You can do better than that whore. Here I’ll help.” There was a sudden electric tingle as Lucy released a bolt of magic directly against your clit. It was like a vibrator but so much stronger and you were forced to cum, moaning around Rami as the pleasure kept going.

The sensation on stopped when Rami came, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into your mouth. But you made sure to swallow everything, not wanting to disappoint. Rami hummed as you kept sucking on him, making sure he’d completely finished, and then pulled out, slapping your cheek with his still hard cock. “That was hot,” Lucy gave another thrust, a reminder that she was not through with you yet, “I think I want to see you cum again.” She pushed you down then, working up to a punishing pace she hadn’t been able to achieve while sharing you with Rami. And then there was another bolt of magic. It sank into your skin from both her palms, the tingly heat rising in you as you moaned into the sheets, your cunt clenching around her dildo as she forced you to cum again. Lucy’s hips slowed as you tightened, making it harder for her to move inside you. And then, as it began to subside and you tried to catch your breath, it started up again. A few thrusts of Lucy’s cock and then you were cumming again, muscles tightening and pussy dripping, before you were ready. Lucy rubbed her own clit as she watched you writhe, getting off on your whines as you became more sensitive. It only stopped when she came. “How was that?” she asked the artist. “Incredible, your highness.” He discreetly palmed himself. "Excellent. But, I was thinking it might be useful if you had some options. Maybe a couple of other positions to choose from. We want the people to have the very best examples of my pet’s obedience, don’t we?” “That we do,” the artist agreed quickly, his eyes raking over your exposed pussy, “Might I suggest this time you’re a little meaner to her? Really show off how you’ve put her in her place.” “Good idea.” Lucy clapped her hands together excitedly, “Rami dear, why don’t you fuck her arse. I’ll keep using her cunt for now.” You whined as you felt yourself being grabbed and manhandled into position. Rami sat on the edge of the bed and pushed you to bend as he removed your plug, and then you were unceremoniously pulled onto his shaft. Either he or Lucy had magically conjured enough lube that he slipped into you with relative ease, but it was still a little uncomfortable at first. Neither of them seemed to notice or care when you whimpered though. Rami just thrust up into you, working himself deeper into your arse. Lucy gave him a minute or so to get adjusted, giggling when he groaned about how tight you were. But she didn’t hold off for too long before she was pushing your legs wider and sliding into your cunt.

You still felt sensitive from the orgasms she’d forced you to have but it was a complement that Lucy wanted your cunt again. “Thank you, my queen,” you gasped out she eased deeper. Lucy smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear and then gave a hard thrust that made you whimper. “Don’t worry, whore, I’ll make sure you’ll enjoy this.” There was a pause and then she added, “or else.” with a playful laugh. You didn’t have time to react because both Rami and Lucy started thrusting into you then. They’d shared you like this before but the overwhelming fullness of both of them still took some getting used to. All you could do was try to breathe as they put on a show of dominating you, roughly using your holes. They expected a display of gratitude from you, ordering you to moan more so they knew you liked being their fuck toy. And when your moan stuttered out after a particularly hard thrust, Lucy decided you needed the help and forced another orgasm from you. It made you whine with how sensitive you were, tears in your eyes, but she just slapped your cheek. “You better not be complaining.” “I’m not,” you whimpered, “I love this.” “Hear that Rami, she loves this.” Rami groaned from behind you, “As she should.” Lucy just hummed in agreement as she leaned forward to kiss him over your shoulder. The shift forced her to bottom out in your cunt and Rami must have felt how deep she was because he groaned and came suddenly. “Can I have your cum too my queen?” you asked, breathless and desperate to please. “Not like this. But yes.” She pulled out, the sudden emptiness almost as bad as being stimulated when you were already over sensitive.

You were once again manhandled, dropped into the middle of the bed. Lucy unfastened the dildo and pressed it into your ass as Rami cleaned himself up. She was quick to mount your face, her cunt nearly dripping from how much she’d enjoyed using you. You eagerly lapped at her folds. It was your favourite part of being her pet. She’d taught you to enjoy being shared, to enjoy taking cock in every hole. But you loved her pussy. You loved pleasuring her like that. And she knew as much. This was a reward for being good for the artist. Lucy came quickly, you made sure of it, but she just kept rocking against your mouth. So you moaned into her, wanting her to know how much you enjoyed being under her. Rami didn’t waste much time either. Your cunt was now free, begging to be filled again, so he settled between your thighs without a word. You felt Lucy lean forward to kiss him again but it was just a quick peck and she soon settled back to hump your mouth as he enthusiastically fucked you. It made you moan again which just made Lucy grind harder. But the two cocks filling you were a touch distracting and Lucy needed to remind you that you were meant to be getting her off. She spanked your sore, overstimulated, pussy. You cried out, the sound muffled of course, but redoubled your efforts, apologising for getting distracted with your tongue. She seemed to accept it and moaned prettily as she came again. But she still wasn’t done.

Rami came again before she was satisfied. He pulled out so he could coat your cunt in his semen before shoving his cock back inside. The artist made a sound of joy at the sight of the mess. “That is the perfect way to close off the magazine. But...perhaps one more load. So it’s obvious how much you use her.” You only took notice of the conversation when Lucy, having cum again, climbed off your face. “Would you like to help?” You turned your head to see the artist, hand on his chest asking, “me?” “Of course you.” Lucy laughed, “you’ve done so much for us these last weeks. Seems only fair that you get a first hand idea of how well trained our pet is.” She turned to you, “Be a good girl and suck him off.” You didn’t need to be told twice, already opening your mouth before she’d finished giving the order. Lucy picked up the sketchbook and flicked through it as the two men took their turns, the dildo still fucking your arse, “These are going to be incredible when they’re finished. But I think you’re right, she does need to be made a proper mess so everyone knows how much of a cumwhore we’ve made her.”

#my writing #my fics #lucy boynton x reader #lucy boynton smut #lucy boynton imagine #rami malek x reader #rami malek smut #rami malek imagine #hopefully it all makes sense #wrote the ending in a rush cause i gotta leave for the dentist in like 15mins and im not even dressed yet ksfjsjflsf

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readingoals · 2 years

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Queenathon II - Bingo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5. Listen to some Queen songs

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

6. Bestseller

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

7. About A Musician or Band

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

8. Featuring a Pet/Animal (Delilah)

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

9. Cosy Reading Night

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

10. Seasonal Read (A Winter’s Tale)

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

11. LGBT+ Main Character

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

12. Multiple Authors (Under Pressure)

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

13. HOT SPACE LETS GO!

Free Space!

14. Parent Rec (Father To Son)

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

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

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

16. Been Putting Off (The Miracle)

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

17. Complete A Personal Goal

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

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

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

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

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

20. Published or Set in 1970s

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

21. Guilt-Free Activity

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

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

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

23. Digital (Machines (Back To Humans))

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

24. Set In England

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

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

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

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

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omgsquee2001 · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Mini-Deacon: Joe Mazzello x Fem! Reader; Feat. OC Daughter

@borhapgirlforlife19 asked: Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long oneshot where it’s their daughter’s first birthday and they have a party for her at their house with Joe’s family, reader’s family and all of the Borhap cast there? Also, Joe is sitting on the floor opening his daughter’s presents with their daughter beside him and their baby helps him tear the wrapping paper off and she lights up at the presents she gets when Joe shows them to her and everybody takes pictures and just gushes over how cute she is?

(I got this idea from attending a 1st Birthday party a couple of days ago.) ☺️

Definitely! Thank you again for the request! I am going to add a little special surprise at the end, to make it more exciting!

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Today was the day! The day of your daughter, Jessie Virginia Mazzello’s first birthday! It was an exciting day for sure.

“Joe, you got everything?” You called from the kitchen. It was 9:00 in the morning and you were busy making the cake for your special girl. Joe walked out of Jessie’s room, carrying the sleepy one year old, dressed in a Queen Onesie, gifted to her by her loving uncle and aunt, Rami and Lucy.

Over the onesie, she was wearing some black shorts. Joe was going to take Jessie to visit her Uncles Gwilym, Rami and Ben while Lucy was to come over a little bit later to help you wrap the presents and decorate. Though she had only turned one year old, it was one step closer to becoming the girl she wanted to be, though Jessie didn’t know it yet. Joe walked into the living room, setting the day bag down on the cough, hoisting Jessie up a little bit more to get a better grip on her to keep her from slipping. He looked through the bag, making sure he had all the essentials; fresh diapers, wipes, Jessie’s favorite toys to keep her busy, a bottle that he could fill with Jessie’s favorite flavor of juice, which was apple juice, and her favorite blanket, knitted for her by Anita and gifted to the young girl a few days after you had come home with the newborn. Joe started patting his pockets, looking for his keys.

“Keys, keys, hey babe, have you seen my keys?” He asked, loudly yet quietly enough to not startle the half asleep one year old in his arms. Finding them on the counter that wasn’t cluttered with dough and flour, you grabbed them and held them up.

“Here. Catch!” You tossed the keys to him, which he expertly grabbed with his free hand. Putting them in his pockets, he grabbed the day bag and rushed over to press a kiss to your cheek.

“See you later this afternoon, babe.” He said. You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Have fun. Tell the boys I say hi and I can’t wait to see them again.” You said. You then gently pressed a kiss to your daughter’s head. “I’ll see you later this afternoon, sweetheart. Be good for daddy and your uncles.” You said quietly. The toddler whined a bit and nuzzled her head into Joe’s neck. With that, Joe quickly left the house, leaving you to continue with the cake and await for Lucy to arrive with presents galore and the streamers, candle and birthday hat for Jessie. Dusting off your hands, to got back to work with waiting for the cake to be done baking so that you could get to icing it and decorating it.

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At exactly 10:00 on the dot, a knock resounded on the door.

“One minute!” You shouted, dusting your hands off on your apron once again, you quickly rushed over to the door and opened it. A huge smile burst across your face when you saw your best friend.

“Hey!” You shouted, giving a quick hug to Lucy Boynton, the actress who played Mary Austin in Bohemian Rhapsody. Lucy smiled and kissed both of your cheeks. Seeing that her arms were full, you quickly took some of the load from her arms.

“Good morning. I’m not late, am I?” Lucy asked, walking into the house. You closed the door once again. Lucy took off her shoes, pushing them with her feet to settle beside your own. You shook your head.

“Nope. You’re right on time. The cake just came out of the oven. I’m just letting it cool and then we can get to decorating both it and the house.” You said. Lucy squealed in excitement.

“Yay! I can’t wait! Um, where should I put these?” She asked, gesturing to the seven presents gathered in her arms. You pointed to your and Joe’s room, just around the corner.

“You can set them in mine and Joe’s room for now,” you said, following after with the streamers, the candle, and the party hats. After setting all the party stuff down on the bed, the two of you made your way into the kitchen. The cake was sitting on a stand, already cool. Lucy sighed.

“Ugh! I can’t believe Jessie’s one year old now! It seems like only yesterday you had gone into labor and brought the little bundle of joy into the world!” Lucy said. You sighed and nodded.

“She’s getting bigger and bigger everyday,” You said. You quickly got out the icing and other cake decorations. The first cake you made was going to be a simple, white frosting with an assortment of sprinkles on top for Jessie. The other one you made was a two tier birthday cake that would be decorated with white frosting, some golden, circular sprinkles, and some pink swirls around the bottom. The batter was made with a little splash of Brandy, specifically for the adults to enjoy. You set out the frosting and sprinkles. Lucy clapped her hands.

“What can I do to help?” She asked. You sighed, resting a washed hand onto your forehead and sighed.

“Um, well, I want to start with Jess’s cake first, so it will be ready when they get back, so, um, you could start by taking the first cup of white icing and scooping it into a decent sized bowl.” You said, getting our the right bowl for her to use. Lucy nodded and got started.

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After four hours of decorating both cakes and carefully wrapping both cakes in plastic wrap to keep them from drying out in the fridge, as well as wrapping the presents in your and Joe’s room, you and Lucy were reclining in the living room, propping your tired feet up on the coffee table. The two of you were nursing some wine spritzers. A small glass of red or white wine with some soda water. You looked at the clock hanging above the kitchen.

‘It’s one o’clock,’ you thought. ‘Joe, Jessie and the boys should be here any moment.’ You thought. As if on cue, the door opened and the excited chatter of four men and the excited blabber of a one year old filled the house.

“Hey babe! We’re home!” Joe shouted. You gave a wave and a tired smile.

“Welcome home, babe.” You said. You set your wine spritzer down on the coaster, you got up and walked over to your husband and daughter. You gave Joe a kiss and then turned to your smiling daughter. Joe handed her to you. You gently lifted her over your head smiling. “Well hello, you spoiled birthday girl!” You said laughing. You brought her down to hold her close and pressed a kiss against her cheek. “Are you ready to celebrate your birthday with your family?” You cooed. Jessie let out a flurry of babbles and coos, which you took as a yes. Rami smiled and walked over, taking her from your arms, which you allowed. A few weeks before your due date, you and Joe had talked to Rami about being Jessie’s God Father. Rami was Joe’s best friend, and, should anything happen to either you or Joe, Rami would be the one to raise and take care of Jessie. Rami happily accepted. Though you and Joe didn’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

“So, what shall it be, birthday girl? Cake or presents first?” Rami asked, smiling at his God Daughter.

“Bah, bah, bah, bah.” Jessie let out a few babbles in response. Rami leaned his ear towards Jessie, pretending to understand what she was saying, making everyone laugh.

“Oh, cake first and then presents? Well, as the birthday girl commands, to the kitchen!” Rami commanded, making Jessie laugh. The rest of you followed.

“Holy shit babe! This cake is awesome!” Joe said. You had carefully brought out the cake meant for Jessie, unwrapping it and setting it on the table.

Ben elbowed his friend in the side, making Joe wince and glance at Ben. “Ow, what the heck?” He asked.

“Watch your language in front of Jess, mate.” Ben scolded. Jessie was sitting in her high chair, happily laughing and clapping her hands. You chuckled and nodded, getting out some matches to light the candle.

“Ben is right, Joe. You should watch your language in front of Jess.” You said. Joe looked at you.

“Babe, come on. It’s not like she can hear us. Isn’t that right, Jessie, my little princess!” Joe cooed, gently tickling her tummy, making Jessie laugh. You chuckled.

“You never know, she could read lips.” You teased, making Joe stick his tongue out at you childishly. “Okay, are we all ready to sing?” You asked. A chorus of, “Yup”, “Go for it”, and “Ready when you are.” Resounded in the room. Rami walked over and dimmed the lights a little. Not enough to plunge the kitchen into darkness, but enough that the lit candle would stand out. Striking the match against the box, you held your hand in front of the flame, protecting it from the air. You then lit the number 1 candle, the flame lighting it instantly. Moving away from the candle, you waved the match back and forth to put out the fire.

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear Jessie~ Happy birthday to you~” Everyone sang. You walked over to Jessie’s side.

“Let’s blow the candle out together, baby,” you said. “One, two,”

“Pthhhhhhhh!” Before you could even count to three, Jessie was spitting at the candle, trying to get the little flame to go out. This caused everyone to laugh, extremely hard. After recovering from your laughter, you leaned down next to your daughter again.

“Here, let mommy help.” With one swift breath, you blew the candle out. Everyone cheered and clapped. Joe cut a small square of cake off for Jessie, plating it and serving it to her. “Oh wait! Her bib!” You shouted, rushing over to the laundry room and grabbing her bib. You carefully slipped it around her neck, letting it rest against her chest to save the Queen Onesie from being attacked by a toddler with cake. Jessie immediately dug into the cake, smearing the icing all over her face and her hands. You clapped your hands. “Now, for the adult’s cake!” You cheered. Gwilym looked at you in shock.

“You made two cakes? How did you ever have the time?” He asked. You took the cake out of the fridge, carefully unwrapping it.

You winked at Gwilym. “A chef never reveals her secrets.” You teased.

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After much cake eating, Joe decided it was time to open presents. Joe sat in the middle of the living room, Jessie sitting in his lap. Lucy handed Joe what looked like a wrapped up stuffed animal.

“This one is from Anita and Brian. They’re very sad that they can’t be here, and they give their love and best wishes to the birthday girl.” Lucy said. Joe nodded and smiled at Lucy.

“Thanks Lu,” Joe said. He held the present in his hands. “Let’s open it together, shall we, Jess?” He asked. He started to tear the paper off then let Jessie do the rest, taking some of the paper away when it went towards her mouth. Once all the paper was removed, there lay a stuffed badger and a note.

‘Dear Jessie and Family. Brian insisted we send you this. This is from Brian’s Animal Sanctuary. We figured that, when mummy and daddy are away, Jessie would have a little friend to keep her company and to protect her from nightmares. It is for Jessie to name when she is old enough. Much love, Brian and Anita.’ Jessie stared at the stuffed badger in wonder then hugged it tightly. You gently placed your hand over your heart and pouted in happiness. Brian and Anita’s love still reached your daughter, even if they were miles away. Ben walked up and handed Joe a smaller package.

“This one’s from Roger and Sarina. It’ll make more sense once you open it.” Ben said, rolling his eyes a bit when handing Joe the package. Again, Joe opened the package a little bit then let Jessie open it all the way. Joe then burst out laughing, holding up a pair of drum set earrings.

‘When Jessie is old enough to pierce her ears, promise me you’ll take a picture of her wearing these, please? For her Papa’s sake? Love Roger and Sarina.’ You chuckled and took the earrings from Joe. Next up was Rami. He had gifted Jessie with some new, extremely fuzzy pajamas, each with their own fun little quote. Lucy gifted Jessie with some new nursery rhymes to read before bed each night. Ben gifted Jessie with some new hair ties and bows to put in her hair. And Gwilym got her a framed picture of the Borhap Cast with Brian and Roger. And finally, it was your turn to give your present to your baby girl. You handed Lucy your phone, which you had been using to take pictures through out the afternoon and the evening. You took an envelope from the coffee table and sat before Joe and Jessie. You fiddled with the letter.

“So, um, this is kind of a surprise for both you and Jessie, Joe,” you said. Joe looked at you confused. You handed him the envelope. Carefully opening it, he took the letter out of it and set the envelope to the side, out of Jessie’s reach. He opened it and read the contents. He then covered his mouth with a surprised gasp, a smile forming on his face. Ben looked at him, slightly confused.

“Well, what’s it say mate?” He asked. Joe cleared his throat and read the letter out loud.

“‘Dear Joe and Family,

My name is John Richard Deacon, the retired bassist for the band called Queen. I know that you looked forward to meeting me face to face, Joe, and I am still not willing to allow that. However, some friends of mine told me that it was the birthday of a certain Jessie and it would make her day if I wrote to her, so here I am writing to you all. I wish you all the best life. I pray that you all remain a happy family for the rest of your days. I also offer you this advice. When times get rough, either with Jessie growing up or tension between you and your beloved rise, Joe, always remember the unbreakable bond you all have. That bond is love. It was by this love that you and your wife first met. It was by this love that the two of you were married. And it was by this love that you brought Jessie into this world. I pray that this love and this relationship with your daughter makes you stronger, not only as individuals, but as a family as well. Happy birthday, Mini-Deacon. Best regards, John Richard Deacon.’.” Joe finished. The room was filled with silence until Ben broke it.

“Holy shit. I-I can’t believe you got a letter from the John Deacon!” He said excitedly. Joe glared at him.

“Hey, language mister!” He chided, causing everyone to laugh. A tired yawn caught the attention of the group. You smiled and walked up, picking Jessie up from Joe’s lap.

“I think someone is tired,” you looked at everyone. “Feel free to stay as long as you like, everyone. I’m going to put Jessie to bed and I’ll join you all shortly.” You said. You walked to Jessie’s room and got her dressed into one of her new pajamas, making sure to take the tags off. You gently lay her in her crib, laying the stuffed badger close to her. Turning on the baby monitor, you pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Good night, Mini-Deacon. Sweet dreams.” You whispered. You turned off the main light after turning on the night light and closing the door, keeping it cracked lightly. You knew that you were truly blessed. You had the best husband and the best daughter in the world.

~~~

@borhapgirlforlife19 I hope you like this. I really wanted there to be some interaction between John Deacon and the actor who portrayed him in the movie. I also thought it would be something nice to add in the end.

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cursebreakeer · 2 years

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MCU X-MEN FANCAST - Part 2

Hi guys, this is my first fancast here on the site, and since the X-Men are my favorite team from Marvel comics, I chose to bring my vision of how these characters could be adapted in the MCU. That being said, I have no idea how they'll be adapted, whether they're going to choose to bring younger and beginner versions or more mature and experienced versions of these characters to the big screen, so I chose two different actors/actresses to play each of them. I tried to stay true to the character descriptions, but I also took the liberty of adding artists who, even if they don't completely conform to the character's physical description, would do an excellent job. This is part 2 of 3. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Ororo Munroe/Storm - Aja Naomi King (37) or Tati Gabrielle (26).

Scott Summers/Cyclops - Jamie Dornan (40) or Joe Keery (30).

Jean Grey/Marvel Girl - Eleanor Tomlinson (30) or Ellie Bamber (25).

Emma Frost/White Queen - Lea Seydoux (37) or Lucy Boynton (28).

Bobby Drake/Iceman - Jack Quaid (30) or Drew Starkey (28).

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TWO IN A PLAN SERIES

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rbr seb x jenson gf!reader x jenson (fc: lucy boynton) ⋆ fake dating, unwanted pregnancy

if you wanna be tagged feel free to comment! feedback, as well as reblogs, are truly appreciated <3

started: APR 14TH 2024 currently status: on going! | last updated: april 14

Y/N Y/L/N and Jenson Button had been dating for less than a year, and since then, they couldn't have been happier. Since her first appearance in the paddock, Y/N not only became Formula 1's favorite wag but also the confidante of most drivers, especially Sebastian. Naturally, this only reassured Jenson that she was the one he wanted to build a life with, even though they had established clear rules, one of them being unbreakable: no matter how much they desired it or wanted it, they couldn't have children, at least not for the moment.

So, when Y/N discovered she was pregnant, it wasn't the best news. She knew she had to keep it hidden from everyone, especially her boyfriend, no matter what, until she figured out what to do.

Except from Sebastian. He could help her make a decision… or, at least, help her keep the secret from Jenson.

Sebastian Vettel thought that Brooklyn Jones would be the love of his life, especially considering the long list of romantic disappointments he had experienced in recent years since ending his relationship with Hanna. The American model seemed more than happy to share her life with the three-time Formula 1 world champion or, at least, that's what Y/N and other drivers often told him every time they saw them together in the paddock.

So, when the girl broke up with him over an unexpected phone call just a couple of days before the dinner he had arranged for her to meet his parents, he knew that the world had just collapsed on him with another failed relationship. No one, under any circumstances, should know that, once again, he had been stood up.

Except Y/N. She could help him pretend to be his girlfriend… at least in front of his parents, for a couple of days, until he figured out what to do.

Will Jenson's girlfriend and RedBull's golden boy be able to help each other keep their secrets, or will their mutual plan end up being a disaster they might not regret as much as they should?

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Faceclaim - Avatars (L)

Hello!

Mes avatars sont normalement 200 x 320, commençant les séries de 400 x 640. Les numéros indiqués sont pour les publications qui contiennent plusieurs avatars.

Si vous aimeriez y voir certaines personnes, n’hésitez pas à soumettre vos idées ou vos demandes.

Merci!

My avatars are usually 200 * 320, starting to upload 400 * 640. The numbers are for the posts which contain multiple avatars.

If you would like to see some people there, do not hesitate to submit your ideas or requests.

Thank you!

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Dernière mise à jour : 09 Janvier 2024 / Last edit : January 9th, 2024

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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could you do smut with lucy x female reader?? like maybe they have crazy tension and they both like eachother BONUS joe is the one to point it out and ship them the most. so like smut and fluff?? if that makes sense

I…may have gotten carried away with this one. Hope y’all enjoy :)

You watched Lucy out on the dance floor, swiveling her hips and tossing her short blonde curls around in the most effortless way. She turned her head and caught your eye. She smiled at you with those pretty pink lips of hers. Her eyes beckoned you but you were too nervous. You cut away from her gaze and turned to see Joe approaching you, two tequila shots in tow.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said. “Looked like you needed a little liquid courage.”

“What?” you returned, trying to play it off.

He laughed. “Oh, come on. You and Lucy have been eye-fucking for weeks. I think it’s time you made your move.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, but you took the shot.

It burned your throat a little and you felt a new warmth in your tummy. You glanced over at Lucy again. Fuck, she was pretty. You took Joe’s shot too. Then, you made your way to the floor. Lucy beamed as you approached. With your newfound courage, you grabbed her hips and you rocked to the beat together. She brought her hand up to cup your face behind her. She turned her head so her lips just barely grazed yours.

“Finally,” she whispered.

You danced and enjoyed the club for another hour or so, but the feeling of her body against yours was becoming too much. You had to have her. So, taking her hand, you left the club, got an Uber and made your way to your apartment.

The Uber ride was tense. It was a sultry game of who could touch the other more without giving anything away to the driver. Her hands explored your waist and you upped the ante by squeezing her thighs. You could feel her heat beneath that short little skirt and it was driving you wild.

You got home and burst through the apartment door, kissing sloppily and hungrily. Her hands found your breasts and she massaged them through your clothes. You moaned and made quick work of your buttons. She reached around and unhooked your bra. The cold air made your nipples pucker and she licked her lips.

“So pretty, baby,” she said, circling her pointer finger around your right nipple.

Your breath hitched in your throat. “Shit.”

“You like it?” she teased. “You like when I touch your tits.”

“Fuck yeah,” you sighed.

“Come on, baby,” she said, leaning forward and sucking on your neck. “Bed.”

You led her to your bedroom and she took off her tank top. She had no bra on. Her tits were small but perky. You swallowed nervously and she laughed.

“Oh don’t get timid on me now,” she said. “I want you to ride my face.”

That sent a shudder through you.

“Are you sure?” you wondered. “I’m bigger than you, I don’t wanna -”

She grabbed your hand and pulled you on top of her, kissing you again.

“I’ve been thinking about those thick, beautiful thighs beside my head all night,” she said between kisses. “Come on, baby, please.”

You whimpered as her words sent a jolt of heat through you. Her hands went to the waistline of your jeans and she toyed with the button before popping it open. She held your gaze as she pulled down the zipper. You helped her get them over your ass and down your legs. She saw the stain on your panties.

“Good to know I’ve got the same effect on you as you do on me,” she said with a smirk, pushing her skirt down. She went ahead and took her thong with them.

“You’re beautiful, Lucy,” you said, admiring her petite frame and porcelain skin.

“Thank you,” she replied sweetly. “So are you.”

You smiled, pecked her lips, and slid your panties off. She watched you with hungry eyes. When she bit her lip, you imagined what they might feel like against your pussy. You squirmed with excitement.

“Okay, I wanna ride your face,” you said.

She beamed. “Fuck yeah. Get up here.”

Straddling her, you made your way up so you hovered just over her head. She wrapped her arms around your thighs and rubbed them gently.

“Lower,” she instructed. “Closer, baby.”

You spread your knees further apart to accommodate. She licked a stipe up your slit and you gripped the headboard as you gasped. You had never received oral from this angle and it felt fucking incredible. She swirled her tongue around your clit before wrapping her lips around and sucking. You moaned loudly and rocked your hips against her.

“That’s it, baby,” she praised. “Fuck, your cunt tastes amazing.”

You shivered. She continued her devouring of you and you couldn’t help how you ground your hips as the pressure built. Her lips were so talented. Plump and velvety. And the way she looked up at you from between your legs - those stunning eyes blown wide with lust and adoration - it sent a fresh wave of pleasure up your spine.

“God - fuck - Lucy!” you moaned. “Oooohhh, it feels good.”

She hummed and your rhythm stalled. She plunged her tongue inside you and that was it. You came undone, gushing into her mouth. She lapped up everything you had.

“So fucking pretty when you cum, Y/N,” she cooed.

You panted and smiled at her, chest heaving, before swinging your leg over to let her up. She got to her knees and kissed you. You tasted yourself on her tongue. You moaned into her mouth when she toyed with your nipples again.

“Oh, no,” you said firmly.

She furrowed her brow. You grabbed her by the hips and lay her back down as she giggled. You began kissing her neck and made your way down between the valley of her breasts. She was breathing heavily as she looked at you. You stopped just above her aching core.

“Your turn,” you told her.

You kissed her wet pussy and her head fell back against your pillows.

#lucy boynton #lucy boynton smut #lucy boynton x reader #lucy boynton imagine #lucy boynton x you #bohemian rhapsody #bohrap cast #borhap cast imagine #bohemian rhapsody imagine #joe mazzello #Anonymous

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another-blog-bites-the-dust · 5 years

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Not her type.

Summary: While hanging around on the set of the BoRhap movie, the four boys compete to try and get your attention...not knowing they aren't exactly your type.

Warnings: A few swears nothing major

A/N: MAN THIS IS FOR ALL THE GIRLS WHO LIKE GIRLS BECAUSE IM ONE OF THOSE GIRLS AND DAMN I DO LOVE LUCY SHE IS BEAUTFUL AND SO TALENTED AND THE LACK OF LUCY X READER FICS HURT MY LITTLE BI HEART SO I HAD TO WRITE A LITTLE SOMETHING. Enjoy 💖

"Y/N! I picked you up a coffee!" Gwilym grinned and handed you the takeaway cup before being pushed out the way by Rami.

"Yeah, well, I got you a triple chocolate muffin, Y/N," he smugly smirked and he handed you the little brown paper bag.

You smiled, a little overwhelmed "Oh wow! Thanks! You really didn't have to do that."

"Hey Y/N!" Gwilym and Rami lowly growled hearing Joe's voice. "Oh!" He paused with a hand behind his back and pulled out some flowers like he was performing a magic trick. "What's this?" He handed them to you and you suddenly realised how full your hands were so held them close to you with your arm.

"Joe! They're gorgeous! Thank you!" You grinned. "I need to go and find my dad, 'scuse me!" You lightly bowed your head to and headed off.

The three boys watched you walk away before glaring at each other. "What do you think you're doing?" Gwilym snapped at the both of them. They were currently on set, about six months into filming Bohemian Rhapsody and the four boys were all competing for your attention and affection. They all had developed a crush on you.

"I'm just being the kind and generous self I am," Joe replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "I mean...flowers beats coffee and muffins any day," he smugly smirked, giving Rami the side eye.

Rami gasped "I think you'll find that flowers only bring short term delight- oh wait," he placed his finger on his chin in feigned thought "It makes so much sense now why you bought them." He teased and Joe huffed, crossing his arms. "Whereas a muffin satisfies lots of cravings."

"You're really weird, Malek..." Gwilym uttered.

"Coming from the guy that's trying to get with her while dressing like her dad?" Joe retorted. Gwilym rolled his eyes- flirting with you dressed as Brian probably wasn't the best idea he had.

"She prefers blondes," the three groaned hearing a cocky voice come out of nowhere. Ben tapped Joe's shoulder while joining the group. "Watch and learn boys- there isn't many that can resist my charm."

You arrived back on set after putting the stuff the boys got you in your dressing room and began chatting with your dad, he was discussing how much he was enjoying the whole experience. You grinned and gave him a side hug. "I'm happy you're happy, dad. I'm sure uncle Fred would have loved this too."

Brian shook his head with a small smirk "He'd be up there on that podium showing everyone up," he chuckled and then sadly smiled "I wish he could have been here to see it."

You tightly smiled and squeezed his arm "I'm sure he is," you softly whispered. "Anyway, I'll let you see the producer and catch up with you in a bit!" He nodded and you both went your separate ways. You felt someone tap you arm and you turned seeing Ben there. "Ben! Hey!"

He opened his arms and you have him a hug and a peck on the cheek, Ben stuck his tongue out at the three boys who flipped him off behind your back. "How are you?" Ben asked as he pulled back, still holding your arms with his hands.

"Good! How are you?" You asked with a grin. All the boys were so friendly and kind to you, hugging and pecking them all on the cheeks was a normal thing to do.

"I'm great," he licked his lips slightly- he knew it would be hard to resist that. "I was wondering...are you busy tonight? We could get some drinks after filming?" He suggested.

"Ah! I can't!" Ben's small, flirty smile fell. "Dad's invited me over to his for dinner!" He nodded understandingly "Hey! Why don't you come along?" His face instantly lit up. He was back in the game. "Dad won't mind!" You turned around "You all want to come around at say...seven?" Ben's smile dropped- that was not the way it was supposed to go.

Ben awkwardly chuckled "Uh...Y/N-"

"Sounds perfect!" Joe cut him off with a tight grin, pissing Ben off at how smug he was being.

"Great! See you boys then!" You chirped and left them to get organised for their scene.

Ben loudly groaned and took the boys teasing laughter on the chin. "I was so close! I'm telling you- it's me she likes the most!" He told them, full of confidence.

"In your dreams, Ben," Rami chortled. "Let's see what happens at dinner tonight, shall we?" The four boys were called to the makeup trailer while you spent most of the day hovering beside your dad.

"I invited the boys to dinner tonight- is that alright?" You asked him.

Brian blinked from behind his glasses "Course! Did you invite Lucy too?"

You laughed "Yes! That's the whole reason why we where having dinner in the first place!" You nudged his arm "Don't embarrass me in front of them all tonight."

"Hmm..." he pretended to think about it.

"No!" You laughed. "Don't!"

"I'm a dad- it's my job to embarrass you!" Brian chuckled.

You loudly groaned "Uncle Roger!" You whined, knowing he'd stick up for you. "Dad's going to embarrass me...again!"

Roger placed his arm around your shoulder "It's not too late for me to adopt you and become a Taylor!" He laughed and Brian rolled his eyes at the pair of you. "Don't you embarrass the poor girl, Bri." You smirked, victorious. "I'll come to dinner and help you out."

The two men loudly laughed as you groaned "You're both doing it right now! God! I'm going to get another coffee!" You couldn't help but smile. You spotted the four boys and sent them a small wave- they all waved back and then debated between themselves.

"She was waving at me." Gwilym said.

Rami shook his head "Nope- she waved at me!"

Joe blew a raspberry "Oh please, she was looking at me and waved."

Ben rolled his eyes "Sure thing- keep telling yourselves that. You all know she was waving at me."

•••

Gwilym knocked on the door, he was a bit early but he wanted to get to Brian's house for dinner before the rest of the boys. He had a bunch of flowers and wine in his hand and just about managed to hit his knuckles off the door, disregarding the bell. You opened it and Gwilym's face was taken over by a huge smile. "Hi, Y/N!"

"Hey, Gwil!" He bent down slightly and kissed your cheeks "Come on through!" He handed you the flowers and wine "Thank you! They're gorgeous! I'll put these with Rami's!"

Gwilym blinked "H-He-Rami is here? Already?" He asked, wondering if he had picked that up right.

"Yeah! Only arrived about ten minutes before you- Ben has been here for about twenty." 'Bastards' Gwilym thought to himself but didn't let his smile falter.

"Oh that's great," it was a good job he was an actor- he would have received an Oscar for that fake enthusiastic line alone. Gwilym walked through to the sitting room where Rami and Ben were already there chatting with Brian- they were trying to avoid eye contact with Gwil when he walked in. "Hello, boys..." he gritted out before genuinely smiling at Brian. "Hey, Brian," they shook hands before Gwil sat down.

"Gwil, darling," you placed a hand on his shoulder and looked up to you with a smile "Can I get you a drink? Beer? Wine?"

"Wine is great thanks," he tapped your hand before you went to the kitchen. Gwilym looked to the other two who were glaring at him. That didn't happen to them.

The doorbell rang just as you handed Gwilym his glass "I'll get it!" You grinned and answered it. "Hey Joe! Love the flowers!" The three boys sighed and subtly rolled their eyes. Of course he'd being you more. "I'll put them with everyone else's." Joe walked through to sitting room and just as you fetched him a drink, the door went again. The boys all furrowed their brows, they didn't know anyone else was coming.

"Hi!" They could hear Lucy's distinctive voice float into the sitting room and they all let out a collective sigh of relief- she wasn't a threat to them. "How's things?"

"Good! I love your dress! I'm so glad you could make it!" You grinned and hugged her before she took off her jacket and scarf. "I'll fix you up your favourite!" You winked "Go on through- dad's in the sitting room with the boys." You squeezed her arm and she walked into where everyone was while you went to the kitchen to make her a gin and tonic and check on dinner.

"Hi Lucy!" The five of them all greeted at the same time when she walked in.

"Hi everyone! So good to see you all!" She didn't get the chance to sit down as you called everyone to the table. The four boys pushed and nudged each other as they tried to get a seat either side of you. Brian was at the top of the table and Lucy, Joe and Gwil sat on one side while you sat on the other with Ben and Rami. You and Lucy were in the middle of the two boys which also meant that you were directly across from her. You bumped your foot against hers and she sent you a shy smile across the table. It was reassuring to her knowing you were right there if she needed you.

"So Y/N," Joe shifted in his seat "I've gotta get you to the bar for karaoke sometime!"

You laughed and so did your dad. "There's a reason why she's a writer and not a singer, Joe." Brian chortled and you shot your dad a small glare. "Nails down a chalkboard sound better than she sings..."

"Thanks, dad..." you shook your head with a small smile on your face. "But he has a point, Joey." Joe shot the boys a cocky grin as if to say 'She gave me a nickname- ha ha!' "I'm an awful singer!"

Ben cleared his throat a little "We should check out that exhibition at the," he clicked his fingers trying to think on the spot "The Shard!" He said a little too loud when he remembered. "It's really great! Gets smashing reviews and I hear the restaurant is fantastic- views over London, apparently very romantic!" The three boys rolled their eyes at Ben's blatant attempt at trying to flirt.

You grinned and nodded before turning back to Lucy and softly smiling finding her already looking at you with rosy cheeks. Her fingers were playing with the stem of her glass and her lips parted ever so slightly and then shut before she spoke- you loved watching her think about what she was trying to say. It was like watching a renowned artist paint something in front of your eyes it was such a masterpiece. All her little quirks were. "I was thinking we could see that play you've been talking about? What do you think, Y/N?"

"Sounds amazing! We should go this weekend!" You suggested and she nodded, taking a sip of her drink.

"If you want to see a show, I have a friend that's in a sold out run of 'Hamlet', Y/N. I can ask them for tickets and we could go together next week?" He felt Joe's, Rami's and Ben's eyes burn into him.

"Sure! Sounds good, I'd love to see it." You took a sip of your wine, lightly choking on it when you felt Lucy's leg brush against yours. She sent you a playful smirk from behind her glass and you couldn't help but blush- of course one of the four boys thought they had done that to you. After dinner they all had to head home, filming was starting early tomorrow and they needed their rest. You brushed your fingers up Lucy's arms giving her goosebumps- no one thought anything of it. It was a small sign of affection but it meant so much more to her. "Still up for the cinema tomorrow night?" You asked.

"Course! Wouldn't miss it for the world!" She looked over and found the boys staring at you. "They're looking again...I told you! This is the billionth time I've caught them doing it."

Your heart skipped a beat at her jealous tone, it made you slyly grin. "You have nothing to worry about." You whispered so only she heard you. "You're cute when you're jealous."

"Oh be quiet you!" She giggled and nudged you. "Can I see that top you were telling me about before we leave?" She suggestively raised her brows a little to try and make you understand what she was trying to say. She wanted a moment alone with you.

You nodded, catching on and grabbed her hand "Just showing Lucy something! She won't be a minute!" You smiled and dragged her up the stairs.

Brian quirked a brow at the four boys when they all turned to him after following you with their eyes as you hurried upstairs. "Can you be honest with us, Brian?" Rami asked and Brian gingerly nodded. "What one of us has a better chance with Y/N? I'd personally say me but-"

"Course you would," Ben cut him off "Brian, sir, I would take such good care of your daughter she were to date me."

Gwilym scoffed "Sure thing, drummer boy..."

"You all don't have a chance- we all know she likes me best. Even gave me a nickname..." Joe proudly grinned.

They all groaned "I knew you were going to bring that up!" Ben uttered.

The boys then got into a bit of a spat and it was up to Brian to break it up. "In all fairness boys...I don't think any of you are her type." They all stopped bickering and furrowed their eyebrows at the guitarist.

"Wait!" You softly giggled and pulled Lucy back towards you again by the wrist. "Lipstick..." you wiped some of your lipstick off her bottom lip with your thumb. "You suit that shade..." you grinned and stroked her face with your fingertips.

Lucy kissed your palm "Give me more then," she purred and pressed her lips to yours before slowly pulling back and then winking "I'm glad I saw that top..." she cheekily grinned and squeezed your hip slightly, you began blushing furiously. "See you tomorrow," she pecked your lips again "I'll text you when I get home." You nodded and then headed back downstairs. "You boys ready to go?"

They all hummed and flung on their coats, still wondering what Brian meant. You and your dad bid your goodbyes and you shut the door over behind them. "Oh no!" You gasped "Lucy left her scarf!"

"If you're quick you might catch them before they leave the street," Brian motioned for you to go and you hurried out the door and down the front steps.

"Guys!" You yelled out and jogged to catch up with them. They all turned around with hopeful smiles on their faces thinking one of them was in luck. "Lucy- your scarf!" Her hands went up to her bare neck and she gasped suddenly feeling the cold biting away at it. "Good job I caught you!" You smiled and wrapped it around her "Wouldn't want you getting a cold!"

"Thank you!" She sweetly smiled, lovingly gazing into your eyes. You were so taken aback by her beauty and facial features in the fluorescent orange streetlights that you forgot the boys were there. Her eyes were twinkling just as much- if not more than- the stars above. Her lips were curved just enough that her smile reached those sparkling eyes of hers. You used her scarf to pull those lips to yours- she gasped feeling the sudden contact of your warm lips on her cold ones.

She wasn't the only one that gasped. The four boys stared at the pair of you with eyes as wide as saucers and gaping mouths. "Get home safe, I love you." You murmured and then pulled back. "Bye guys! Take care! Tell me when you get home!"

You gave Lucy another peck and she hummed in delight "Bye, I love you too." She kept her eyes on you- making sure you were safely in the house before she turned and made her journey home with the four boys who were still frozen on the spot with shock. When she was a few yards ahead she turned around and raised a brow with a sly smirk on her face. "Are you guys coming or what?" They dumbly nodded and managed to utter out a 'yes' each.

Joe was then suddenly hit with a wave of realisation after they walked Lucy back home. "'Not her type'," he hit his head "I get it now!" The three others shared a glance and then laughed between themselves.

"I was right though," Ben spoke up and the three looked at him with a raised brow. "She prefers blondes."

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1917mcfly · 5 years

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Going to post a Ben hc and reply to messages next weekend once I'm finished with my uni exams. xx (if you have requests, send them anyway)

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johnricharddeacy · 3 years

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Brian May / also Brian May.

There’s a Brian May song for every mood.

#rock #80s #classic rock icons #rock bands #brian may #roger taylor #john richard deacon #freddie mercury #brian may x you #queen band #bohrap #gwilym lee #ben hardy #joe mazzello #rami malek #lucy boynton

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illfoandillfie · 2 years

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Kintober Day 7: Public Transport

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Lucy Boynton x Reader

Words: 1,207

Warnings: public sex, fingering, mentions of oral, mentions of strap ons

A/N: This is a tad late but work was really busy all day so i didn't get the chance to finish it until somewhat late at night.

You were not the only inebriated people on the train that night. Which was fair enough, it was nearly three in the morning on a weekend, people were making their way home after nights out. You and Lucy had found yourselves seats together at the back of the carriage, on the right side of the doorway that lead to the next carriage. Your night had gone on a bit longer than you’d expected but it was your friends’ thirtieth birthday and every time you tried to leave she’d pout and tell you it was mean to ditch her on her special day and convince you to stay for one more drink or one more song or five more minutes. Unfortunately, delaying going home had also meant delaying having sex. You’d wanted to squeeze in a quickie before you went out but Lucy had said it’d be more fun to wait, always keen to tease you a little, and now you were cursing her. Not least of all because she’d kept teasing you throughout the night.

She’d worn a tantalisingly short dress that made her look incredible and then spent the whole evening touching you in ways that seemed innocent but actually just made you feel incredibly warm. You’d caught more than one glimpse of her underwear as she leaned over bars, which you were sure were not accidents, and whenever she’d wanted to talk to you she’d whispered in your ear. Apparently, during the course of your relationship, you’d developed a Pavlovian reaction to her perfume because every time she got close you’d be overwhelmed by the smell and your desire for her. And that wasn’t even mentioning that every time she agreed to stay longer she’d promised that as soon as she got home she’d make it up to you, going into explicit detail about just what she had planned, or that whenever you ended up dancing she made sure she was pressed tight to you, grabbing your arse and subtly feeling you up. So, sitting there beside her on the train, you were quite worked up, and counting down the stops until you were home. But you suspected you weren’t the only one in such a state.

Lucy was sitting as close as she physically could without being on your lap. She was acting normal but whenever she looked at you her gaze fell directly to your lips, and she kept grabbing your hand to play with your fingers. You needed to relieve some of the pressure before you burst, and you thought it was likely she needed to as well. So you kissed her. She giggled but when you tried to pull back she stopped you, sliding a hand into your hair to hold you in place. She shifted forward onto the edge of her seat, forcing you to lean back into yours. “We should have got an Uber,” you said softly when she did let you go, unable to take your eyes from her pink lips. “Why?” she asked, laying her hand on your thigh, her fingertips just on the inside and stroking you softly. You lay your hand over hers, “We’re on a train remember.” “No one will notice,” she countered, continuing to stroke your skin, even hampered by your palm. You looked around, torn between your desire and knowing you were in public. But the carriage was mostly empty and those on board were either close to passed out or entirely wrapped up in their own groups. Lucy placed a finger against your jaw and turned your gaze back to her, “Just keep looking at me and be quiet and no one will know.” You gasped as Lucy’s fingers dipped under your dress and began to rise higher and higher. When had you moved your hand? It wasn’t important. What was important was that Lucy was rubbing you through your underwear. You let your legs spread a little wider and she smiled as she worked her fingers into your knickers, stroking your cunt directly. “You’re so wet,” she giggled softly, pulling her fingers free to suck on them. You whined at the loss. “So I should keep going then?” “Yeah,” “But we’re on a train.” “I know, it’s so wrong,” you groaned, “But please don’t stop.” Lucy laughed but nodded and immediately began touching you again. You sank a bit lower in your seat, trying to give her better access. The angle was a little awkward and she was impeded by your underwear but she managed to slip two fingers into your hole, slowly thrusting them in and out as much as she could. It wasn’t really enough and you had to bite your lip to keep from whining. “I know baby,” she cooed, leaning closer to you, “It’s not enough is it? But I really just want to make sure you’re ready for my strap as soon as we get home.” You whimpered but Lucy relented her teasing and moved up to circle your clit.

It didn’t take long with how wound up you were for Lucy to get you off, all the while reminding you to be quiet in case anyone realised what was happening. You clutched the edge of the seat as your whole body tightened, Lucy continuously rubbing you through your climax. She let you pull yourself together, resuming her soft touches along your thigh. But, after a few minutes she leant back in her seat and let her own legs spread a bit wider. “Shouldn’t you return the favour?” “You’re evil,” you hissed and then, after a beat, “God I want to eat you out.” “I wouldn’t say no but I think it’d probably be a little more conspicuous.” “As soon as we’re home I will,” “Yeah? Tell me about it.” She pushed, gently pulling your hand to the hem of her dress. “I won’t be able to wait until we’re in the bedroom,” you softly said, hoping only she would be able to hear, as you began stroking her slit through her underwear, “I’ll drop to my knees just inside the door and crawl under your skirt and lick your cunt until you tell me to stop.” “Why would I t-ell you to stop,” Lucy closed her eyes as you worked your way under the leg of her undies, spreading her wetness around, angling your fingers to press against her clit. “Because you promised me your strap. You’d let me make you cum a few times first of course. But that would just make me even wetter and you’d have to fuck me.” “Mmhmm, make you –” she cut herself off with a small gasp, “make you so fucked out and brainless.” “Please. Wanna be your good girl,” Lucy came at that, just as worked up as you had been, unable to resist the picture you were painting. You didn’t stop until she signalled for you to and then slowly withdrew your fingers and sucked on one, trying to look innocent and cute. “Now who’s evil,” She chided, bumping your shoulder with hers. You could only laugh, leaning your head on her shoulder and settling back into your seat. Lucy reached for your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours, “Only a couple more stops to go.”

#my writing #my blurbs #lucy boynton x reader #lucy boynton smut #lucy boynton imagine #(gonna try very hard not to still be posting these at the end of the year this time lmao)

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youre-in-the-psycho-circus · 3 years

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Lonely This Christmas | Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 4,171

Warnings: None, fluff and I promise it doesn’t end sad

Summary: Ben’s girlfriend has been talking about how excited she was for Christmas, so when she suddenly drops the bombshell that her plans to return home have fallen through, he has to act quickly to make sure his love won’t be Lonely This Christmas

A/N: I’m feeling extremely sad that I can’t go home for Christmas this year (thanks for that Covid) and of course it’s going to be my first Christmas alone, and I’ll be on the other side of the globe. Ironically, I actually wrote this for a Roger fic I scrapped last year, so go figure. I changed it to Ben just because I need a little Ben love right now. Sorry if you’re not American, for my sake please pretend, this was an outlet for me since I’m an emotional wreck right now

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Moving halfway around the world hadn’t originally been part of the five-year plan (Y/N) had been forced to make her final year of university, but when life gives you an amazing opportunity to get your master’s degree in another country you take it. The year the program lasted had been a rough one indeed, one that kept her in the UK the entire time due to outstanding circumstances. Graduating with her master’s degree at the end of it all, however, that made it all worth it. For a time, her plan had been to return home, find a job and start her new adult life out on the right foot, but through connections she made while she was at University, (Y/N) was fortunate enough to be able to apply for a new visa that allowed her to stay in the UK and move to London where she now worked in her dream job. Of course, with this amazing opportunity had come the headaches of settling completely in a new country that hadn’t arisen over the year she had merely been there for school: housing, bank accounts, figuring out how to pay taxes again, all the things she didn’t want to have to think about but had to as a working adult. But of course, with the headaches came all wonderful moments that made the headaches worth it. The biggest blessing on her life, of course, had been meeting her boyfriend Ben Jones, better known to the world as Ben Hardy.

The pair had met by chance on the tube platform one night, each on their way home from work. He had just gotten out of an eight-hour rehearsal for a theatre production he was going to be a part of at The National Theatre, and he was quite tired. In fact, he was so tired, he hadn’t realised that he had dropped his lighter as he took his phone from his pocket as he stood on the platform of the station, starting to absentmindedly scroll through an e-book he had saved offline for something to do in the Underground. Being the good Samaritan she was, as soon as she saw the metal lighter slip from his pocket, (Y/N) was stooping down to pick up it up and give it back to him. “Sorry to bother you...” She started as she tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. At first Ben had been quite annoyed as he turned around to see who had the nerve to bother him as he removed his earbud. It’s not that he didn’t like getting recognised for his work, there was just a time and place for it, and this was definitely not it. He was gearing up to tell the person off when his celadon irises met the lovely, sparkling (e/c) orbs of an equally as tired looking, but still exquisitely beautiful woman holding out his lighter to him. “You dropped this.”

“Oh, thank you. I hadn’t even realised I dropped it.” He smiled tiredly at the female, accepting back the lighter. “I’m so scatter brained after work today I’m surprised I can even stand at this point.” He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He didn’t really know what to say in the moment. He wasn’t really good with words in situations like these. Actor Ben could read and recite a script all day and say anything and everything in front of as many people as were willing to watch and listen, but not real Ben. Real Ben got flustered, he was shy, he absolutely hated public speaking, he was honestly surprised he had made it this far as an actor sometimes with that kind of mindset. In any case, there was something pulling on his heart strings that was practically screaming at him to not let this girl out of his sight before he at least had a coffee date with her.

“I know the feeling; it’s been a really long day for me too.” (Y/N) sighed with a smile, eyes exhausted but sparkling with happiness regardless. It was taking all her will power to keep her eyes locked on those gorgeous twinkling celadon eyes of his. She knew how creepy it’d be if she was visibly checking him out, especially since the only reason she was talking to him was to return his lighter. In any case, he was absolutely breath taking, and as much as she wanted to go home and plop herself down on the couch with one of the meals she had prepped at the beginning of this week and watch I’m a Celebrity with her flatmate, something was drawing her to this blonde stranger.

“I like your accent, are you American?” Ben asked with a curious glance as his ears took note of the different accent. He wasn’t exactly an expert on accents, but he had worked with dialect coaches enough to know it wasn’t completely American. The way she pronounced certain words had a twinge of one of the many English accents mixed in with it showing that she had been living in the UK for quite some time at that point. Where had she been though? Liverpool? Manchester? Wigan? He wasn’t too sure beyond it sounding more northern than anything else.

(Y/N) laughed awkwardly for a moment, a small half smile playing on her lips as she looked away from the blonde for a moment before looking back at him. “Yeah...yeah I am.” One thing (Y/N) had learned living in the north of England was that it was typically hit or miss if people disliked her based solely off her heritage. The longer she lived abroad the more she began to see the so called ‘American Stereotypes’ to be a lot truer than she had originally thought. Some, typically the older crowd rather than a younger guy like the one before her, wouldn’t look past her accent and would immediately write off her and her abilities, something that annoyed her to no end but something she had learned to live with as time went on. It gave her more motivation, a deeper drive to prove them and their assumptions wrong.

“One of my best friends is American.” Ben immediately mentally kicked himself for that one, think of how many times she must’ve gotten that one, he scolded himself. “Look, I’m just going to cut right to the chase.” He paused a moment to gather himself. “I’d really love it if I could take you out for a cup of coffee.” He stated bluntly. “You know, as a thank you for getting my lighter back to me.” He tried to play off coolly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The damage had already been done though.

She giggled softly at the blonde’s awkwardness as he still managed to be so bold and still trying so incredibly polite. “I’d like that.” She smiled exchanging phone numbers with him. What followed were four subsequent dates, each better than the last as they steadily got to know one another over coffee, climbing, a walk around Hyde Park, and of course dinner where he had asked her to be his girlfriend. They had only been seeing each other for a little over a month and a half at that point, and in a way, it felt like he was moving a little too fast, but at the same time, with (Y/N) it just felt right. Everything always felt right with her.

It was now well into December, and Ben had invited (Y/N) to join him and a few friends, specifically Rami, Lucy, Gwilym and his fiancé, for a few drinks at one of the local pubs. Ben had introduced her to them a couple of weeks after they met. They took instantly to the blonde actor’s latest love interest. It was different with her, she seemed to make him so incredibly happy, and he never spoke ill about her. He was smitten with her, so needless to say they welcomed her with open arms to each and every one of their get togethers. “So (Y/N), I bet you’re excited to be going home for the holidays soon.” Gwilym smiled, taking a sip of his pint as his arm laid lazily around his fiancé’s shoulder’s. He could recall Ben mentioning at some point that he and (Y/N) probably wouldn’t be making an appearance together at his New Year’s Eve get together since she’d be visiting her family in the States.

“Oh, Christmas in America! Such a good time!” Rami cheered remembering all the festivities that take place across the country. It was his first-time spending Christmas in London with Lucy, having moved there to be with her. He was a bit sad he wouldn’t be with his family like he normally was, but he was more than delighted that he’d be spending it with her family. It was exciting experiencing another family’s let alone another country’s holiday festivities and traditions.

(Y/N) felt the colour drain from her face as she bit the inside of her lip. She hadn’t told them; she hadn’t told anyone. “(Y/N/N)? You alright?” Ben asked softly, gently taking her hand whilst he brushed a loose strand of her (h/l) (h/c) locks out of her face. He couldn’t place why she looked so sick all of a sudden, perhaps her drink wasn’t sitting right with her.

“You don’t look at all well…” Lucy pointed out studying her intently. “Perhaps you should call it an early night.”

“Well, you see...I uh...I’m not going home for Christmas…” She mumbled softly almost ashamed that the words were leaving her mouth as she looked down sadly at her hands sitting pathetically in her lap.

She was answered by a slew of questions from the group all at once, all along the lines of: “What?” “How come?” “What happened?” “Why?”

“But I thought you were? All you’ve been talking about for the last few weeks was how excited you were for Christmas whenever it was brought up…” Ben proceeded cautiously. He knew his girlfriend didn’t lie and this isn’t something that she would lie about. If she was saying she wasn’t going home for Christmas out of the blue like this, it had to be true. “I just assumed you were still going home like you had said you were.” The blonde actor was absolutely puzzled as to why she hadn’t mentioned it, especially seeing how Christmas was only a mere twelve days away at this point.

“That was before I found out how expensive the plane fare out of Heathrow was this time of year…” She mumbled with a grimace, answered by a chorus of low ohs from the group. They all knew the struggle of flying for their various gigs around the world. As fun as it was to see new places for their work, getting through airports never got any easier.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) …” Ben sighed sadly, putting an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a gentle hug. “I can’t imagine how hard that must be…” Gwilym leaned over and whispered something into Rami’s ear, who then passed it off to Lucy, who then repeated it to Ben in a weird Bohemian Rhapsody telephone game. They all shared a nod, telepathically communicating with one another before looking at her. “A marvellous idea darling really.” Ben smirked. “Don’t know why I didn’t think of it first.”

“What is…?” (Y/N) asked slowly.

“What if I bought your plane ticket home?” Ben offered. “It would be my Christmas gift to you.”

(Y/N) felt the happiness bubble up in her heart, she was going home, until reality struck again. She and Ben hadn’t even been dating for two months yet. Maybe it would’ve been different if they were a bit further along in their relationship and she was more comfortable with allowing him to spoil her, since that was still a massive struggle for her. But this, an almost £700 round trip economy ticket, and knowing Ben it more than likely wouldn’t be economy if he could help it so it would probably be astronomically higher, this was asking for too much. As much as she wanted to see her family again, she couldn’t do that to Ben. She looked down, an amused smirk coming to her lips. “You really are something else Ben, you know?” She said quietly before looking up. “Look I appreciate the offer, really I do, but it’s too much to ask for. You have your own financial problems, babe, you don’t need to add me to that list.”

“But love, I want to.” Ben tried to convince her, the others nodding in agreement trying to back the young actor up.

“But I won’t let you. I refuse to accept it and should you continue to try and make me, I’m leaving right now.”

A silence fell over the table as everyone quietly sipped on their pints, unsure of how to continue. “So...what are you going to do now?” Lucy asked quietly, the others looking up as well, curious as to her answer.

“Guess I’ll just send my family their presents through the post and stay in my flat. Not much else I can do.” She shrugged taking a sip of her pint. “The time alone will be nice, I’m sure there will be Christmas films on all day and a cup of hot chocolate, and a blanket is always a good friend.” She said with a smile, trying to convince herself more than the others that she was okay with this. It wouldn’t be her first-time spending Christmas alone in the UK, but that didn’t make it any easier this time.

“You mean you’re going to spend Christmas alone…?” Rami asked sadly as he pulled his girlfriend in closer to his side, suddenly becoming a bit clingier than was normal for him. He couldn’t imagine not being able to spend the holiday abroad without Lucy.

“It’s not that bad guys really.” She said with a lighthearted laugh they could all see through in a split second. “It’s just another day when you think about it.”

“A day you don’t deserve to be alone on.” Gwilym continued.

“This is outrageous, I simply won’t allow it!” Lucy exclaimed slamming one of her palms down on the table. “You deserve to be with the people you love and people who love you on Christmas.”

“I’ll be fine guys really. It’s not going to be my first-time spending Christmas on my own.” She said shrugged.

“You mean you have before?” Gwilym asked, furrowing his brow at the female as she sank down further into her seat.

“Yeah...last time I was able to spend Christmas at home would’ve been two years ago now...” She sighed. “But it doesn’t matter.” She stated standing as she fished a tenner out of her pocket tossing it on the table as she pulled on her coat.

“Where are you going?” Rami asked, legitimately concerned for the girl. They had brought this up, it was their fault she was so upset, they hadn’t meant to drive her away and they didn’t want to see her leave in this mood.

“I just feel tired, I’ll see you all later.” She spoke quietly, offering them a half smirk before walking out of the pub. The cold London air hit her like a bus. She sighed to herself as she paused to button up her coat some more and pull on her gloves. Ben had been sweet to offer but she just wouldn’t feel right accepting something like that from him. (Y/N) knew what he could be like with her, always going to extreme lengths to make sure she was happy and cared for no matter what it did to himself. He wore his heart on his sleeve like that. The last thing she wanted to do was seem like she was taking advantage of him, especially considering who he was. God forbid she should ever look like a gold digger to him or his friends. (Y/N) was about to leave before she heard a deep English voice calling her name. “Ben?” She asked the empty street as she turned to see her boyfriend bounding up the steps of the pub they had been in, with only his navy jumper to keep him warm. “What on earth are you doing out here like this? You’re going to catch a cold.” She fussed over him like a mother with her child.

“I don’t care, I can’t enjoy my Christmas with my family knowing that you’re going to be alone.”

“Ben, you can’t just not go home because of me, I’ll be fine on my own, really.” She smiled, gently rubbing his arm. “I know you’re just going to say it’s your job as my boyfriend to worry about me, but you really don’t have to worry about me. I just want you to have a good holiday.”

“Damn it (Y/N/N). I’m not saying that I’m not going to go home.” He laughed with a bright smile before taking her hand in his own. “I’m asking you to come with me.”

“What?”

“Come spend Christmas with me and my family in Bournemouth, (Y/N/N)! I’m sure they’d love to have you. And it’s high time they get to put a face to the name of the girl I just can’t seem to shut up about when I talk to them.”

“Ben...that’s sweet of you to offer but I…”

“I won’t take no for an answer.” He said crossing his arms across his chest like a stubborn child. “They’ve been wanting to meet you for a while now so why not? What do you have to lose?”

“Well, I…”

“I’ll lock myself in the cupboard until you say yes.” He threatened, taking a bit of inspiration from Roger Taylor once again. It had been a few years since Bohemian Rhapsody had come out and still the drummer was influencing and changing his life.

“You can’t be serious.” She laughed at the Brit before her.

“Completely.” He assured her with a wink before gently taking her hand in his. “Please (Y/N/N) ...?” He spoke a lot softer, in almost a whimper. “It would honestly make this the best Christmas ever if I could spend it with you….” He gently pulled off her glove before softly kissing her knuckles. “Please say you’ll come…” He whispered with eyes closed, breath hot against her hand.

(Y/N) felt her heart melt at how loving Ben was being. She wasn’t yet completely used to seeing this soft side of his, the one that craved her emotionally every moment of every day. She had been with so many assholes in the past, having someone who genuinely cared for her in the way Ben cared for her was such a foreign concept to her mind. (Y/N) gently placed her other hand on the blonde’s cheek, prompting him to look up at her with those dazzling celadon eyes she loved so deeply. “I’d love to spend Christmas with you and your family Ben.” She smiled softly before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

The actor smiled happily into the kiss, pulling her close, wrapping his arms tightly around her feeling the heat radiating from her body. It was hard to describe just why and how he felt such a deep love for a girl he had only just weeks prior become exclusive with. Whatever it was that drew him to her like a moth to a flame, he was never going to let go of the happiness he had found with her. He wouldn’t be able to function without her in his life. When they finally pulled apart, they looked up to see delicate little snowflakes falling from the sky the first, and probably only little bit of snowfall London would see over the holiday period. “Now would you look at that.” Ben smiled up at the sky.

“It’s beautiful…” She smiled looking at the frozen droplets of water as they danced along the gentle breeze before latching themselves onto her nose and eyelashes.

“Yes, you are…” Ben’s low, love filled, sultry voice met her ears. She looked back at his slightly hooded, sparkling celadon orbs, finding nothing but love and desire dancing through them. He placed a cool hand on her cheek before pulling her in for another tender kiss, able to convey all the motions he was feeling in just one simple action.

When they pulled apart again, she gently rested her forehead on his shoulder, holding him close. “Come home with me…?” She asked quietly.

“I’ll just go grab my coat.” He kissed the top of her head before quickly bounding down the steps back into the pub.

“You were gone a long time. What were you up to just now?” Gwilym asked suspiciously, eyebrow raised when the blonde returned.

The rest of the group watched as he slammed back the rest of his pint and the remaining half of Emily’s before slamming a tenner on the table to cover his drinks. “I’ve got something, or should I say someone better to do!” He said with a wink as he grabbed his coat and scarf off the booth seat.

“Careful there Ben, your Roger is showing.” Lucy teased with a giggle as the rest of the table chuckled at the young blonde actor’s eagerness to get out of the pub and back to his girlfriend.

“Har, har.” Ben rolled his eyes playfully before saying his final goodbyes to the group. He bounded back up the steps pulling on his black overcoat in the process. Upon reaching the street, the actor was met with the sweet sight of his girlfriend in her own world trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue as the rest of the world hustled around her going about their own business. He smirked softly at the sight, silently walking up behind her. He gently snaked an arm around her waist, his free hand reaching up to grab her by the chin. The girl let out a surprised yelp struggling for a moment thinking it was a random stranger grabbing her. “You little tease.” Ben spoke quickly, to alert her that it was him. He sighed to himself as he felt her relax against him knowing she was safely in the grip that was her boyfriend. “I propose we go put that brilliant tongue of yours to better use…don’t you agree?”

“Only if you return the favour.” (Y/N) smirked turning around in his arms, placing her hands on her chest.

“Whatever you want babe.” He smirked lacing his fingers with hers, as they began the walk back to her flat.

Ben chuckled softly to himself after a few moments as they walked along in silence. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just thinking about how you could give me the perfect Christmas present a bit early.”

“Oh? And just what might that be?” She asked innocently

“The sight of how sexy you’d look bound to your own headboard.”

“So sure of ourselves, are we?”

“Well, we both know that the moment you look into my absolutely gorgeous eyes, you’ll give in to my every command...” Ben growled playfully, pushing her into a wall, trapping her there with his body as he gently caressed her face with his thumb. “You’re so beautiful...”

“Save it for the bedroom Jones.” She stuck her tongue before throwing her arms around the blonde’s neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss as an elderly couple came around the corner.

“Youth these days…” The old man grumbled.

“Oh, stop it dear, I think it’s sweet. We were once young like them.” The woman responded with a chuckle as her husband pulled her along. Once they had disappeared around the next corner, Ben chuckled softly pulling back.

“Let’s go. I’m freezing.”

“Well I know the perfect way to warm up.” He winked at her as she smiled at the blonde, interlocking fingers with him before they proceeded down the street once more. It didn’t matter how upset she had been before; Ben always had a way of making all her pain and sadness go away. She had honestly thought it was going to be another blue Christmas this year, but she had been lucky enough to get the ultimate Christmas present a few months prior and that was Ben. With him in her life, the cold December nights and especially the prospect of being lonely this Christmas drifted further and further away until it was gone from sight and mind. He was all she saw, he was all she cared about, he was all she needed, and he was all she wanted this Christmas. Ben and all the love he had to offer alone. Of course, that wasn’t going to stop the blonde Brit from tracking down the perfect Christmas present for the love of his life, after all, he loved her more than life itself, not that she would know that until Christmas.

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hearts-hunger · 4 years

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Absolutely Divine || Lucy Boynton x Reader

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Summary: Unbeknownst to either of you, you and Lucy have both been thinking of each other long before this party you find yourselves stuck at. Finding a good place to hide away proves helpful in getting both of you to admit your feelings, as well as letting you act on them for the first time.

Pairings: Lucy Boynton x Reader

Genre: Smut! Porn without plot! Lots of wlw tenderness!!!!

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: f/f smut, oral, fingering (18+ only please!) also, no beta, we die like men

A/N: I haven’t written anything in literally months but uh Miss Lucy Boynton owns my ass and thinking about her got me so hot and bothered I wrote a whole fic about it. Her power.......... anyways, enjoy! It’s kind of sweet and tender as well as being 90% sex, so I hope it’s a good read :) Shoutout also to Brent Faiyaz, whose music makes a great smut-writing soundtrack.

“Well, this party is an absolute bore.”

You made room on the loveseat as Lucy sat down next to you, the blush-colored tulle of her dress flouncing out in front of her. She took a sip from her glass of champagne, leaving a kiss mark on the rim that held your attention for longer than it should have.

“Nobody catch your eye?” you asked, studying her profile in the dim golden light. You’d found a cosy study in the house the huge, glamorous party was hosted in, and the full decanters of whiskey and the fire in the grate made it the perfect spot to hide out for the night.

She laughed. “No, not quite. Rami and the boys are all drunk and dancing, you know, tearing up the dance floor, and I would have joined them for a little bit of entertainment if these shoes weren’t so damn painful.”

She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal her sparkly high-heels. “And then I couldn’t find you anywhere, darling,” she said, moving her hand to clasp yours. She gave you a sweet smile. “I missed you. So I thought I’d try and find you and see what you were up to.”

You smiled back. “Just taking a breather,” you said. “My shoes are killing me too.”

“God, but they’re adorable,” she said, glancing down at your stilettos with ribbon crossing around your ankles. They suited your dress, a strapless red number, but they were a nightmare to wear for very long.

“They must be awful to wear, though,” she said. She tilted her head back to get the dregs of the drink, her gorgeous neck just begging to be kissed; you blushed and shook your head to clear it. She set the glass down on the floor and got off the couch; you felt a fleeting sense of disappointment until you realized she was getting to her knees in front of you instead of leaving, like you’d thought.

You bit your lip; just the sight of her in front of you, being able to move so easily between your legs, made you bite back a moan.

“Come on, then,” she said. “Let me take them off for you.”

You hesitated, a dreadful part of you wishing she meant something other than your shoes. When she gave you a stern look that quickly changed into a smile, you blushed and did as she said.

“There’s nobody to catch my eye anyway,” she said, continuing the conversation you’d left off earlier as she reached under the hem of your dress and started to untie the ribbon. Her fingers glanced over your skin and you had the foolish thought that maybe this is what Victorian maidens felt like, scandalously showing their ankles. “My attention is fully accounted for, thank you very much.”

You felt a spark of jealousy and instantly chided yourself. “Oh yeah?” you ventured. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

She met your eyes and gave you a mischievous grin. “Who said it was a guy?”

Oh. Well, you’d always wondered; you tried to tamp down the flutter of excitement in your chest.

She finished with the first shoe, gently slipping it off and setting it aside. She started on the second one and had to bend closer to see the knot in the bow, giving you a lovely view of her decolletage; you blushed furiously and tried to look anywhere else.

“There we go,” she said, straightening as she finished untying the ribbon and took your other shoe off to join the other one on the floor. You chanced looking back at her, having been studying the ceiling and trying not to think of how much you’d like to take her dress off of her, and found her giving you a cheeky smile.

“You’re a little flushed, lovely,” she said. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “Um, it’s - I’m just a little warm.”

To your surprise she started to trail her fingers further up under the hem of your dress, slowly, giving you time to move away. You couldn’t do anything but draw in a strained breath, feeling her touch like fire against your skin.

“You certainly are,” she said smoothly, her nails scratching lightly at your inner thigh. “Any particular reason?”

You genuinely couldn’t think of anything to say; you felt like your brain was short-circuiting as her touch sent sparks of pleasure through you.

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” she said easily, still tracing her fingers up and down your legs. “You’re the girl who’s got my attention.”

You felt heat rush everywhere at that, reddening your face and making you squeeze your legs together a little before you remembered her hands were between them. Fuck.

“And I’d like to show you just what I’ve been thinking about you, if you like,” she said smoothly. She looked up at you from beneath her long lashes, giving you a teasing smile. “What do you think?”

You nodded, unsure if this was real or just a very, very nice dream.

She gave a soft laugh. “Need to hear it, lovey.”

You drew in a sharp breath. “Yes,” you said eagerly. “God, if you want to, yeah. Of course.”

“Good girl,” she praised, her voice sweet and genuine but laced with something deeper, more possessive. “What do you want, lovely? You want me to make you all hot and bothered as quick as I can, before somebody comes in and finds us?”

She eased your dress up, pressing kisses to your thighs, leaving marks of her plum-colored lipstick on your skin.

“You worried someone will see?” she purred. “Or maybe you’d like it if I took it slow, and someone walked in just in time to see you cum?”

“Oh, god,” you breathed, both the thought of someone being witness to Lucy fucking you and the feel of her pulling your panties off enough to make your head spin. She gave a soft laugh and tossed the little bit of black fabric by your stilettos.

“I haven’t even done anything yet, sweetheart,” she said. “Does that mean you want it quick?”

“Um, I…”

You honestly couldn’t decide. She was right; she hadn’t even really touched you, and you felt arousal pool between your legs at the thought of her doing anything more. Whether she took it fast or slow, you were sure you wouldn’t last very long.

She nipped at your inner thigh. “That’s ok, lovey,” she said. “We’ll just see how it goes, how about that?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

She smiled. “Good girl,” she praised in a soft voice. “You’re being so patient with me, sweetheart. Such a good girl. You want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” you managed. “Please.”

She eased you closer to the edge of the loveseat, settling herself between your legs with a satisfied smirk.

“You can pull my hair a bit, if you like,” she said. “Up to you.”

That was all the warning she gave before pressed her mouth between your legs, spreading you, her tongue slowly tasting every inch of you. You threw back your head against the back of the couch as an almost overwhelming pleasure washed over you.

“Fuck,” you managed, twisting the fabric of your dress as you searched for something to ground you. You could have sworn you felt her smile as she finally turned her attention to your clit, her tongue circling slowly, torturously. You whined and carded your fingers through her hair with shaking hands, wanted her closer, deeper, fuck -

“God, you taste so good,” she said, the slightest edge of desperation to her voice. Your hips jerked as she started to suck on your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you, and she put a hand on your thigh to steady you.

“Lucy,” you whined.

She pulled back just enough to look up at you from under her lashes, licking her lips with a pleased smile. You couldn’t focus, really, head still swimming as she rubbed slow circles against your clit, not enough to get you off but just enough to tease.

“Love to hear you beg, sweetheart,” she said. “Beg for me, baby.”

You gasped as she pressed deeper. “Please, Lucy,” you said, your voice high and needy.

“Please what?”

“God - make me cum, please.”

You were surprised to see how that affected her, a breathy moan escaping her as she bit her lip. “Well, now. How can I say no when you ask so nicely?”

She replaced her fingers with her tongue, wasting no time in bringing you to the edge. You tugged on her hair, making her moan against you, feeling your orgasm build like a cresting wave.

“Yes, yes, oh, fuck, Lucy,” you babbled. “Gonna cum, please, oh god - ”

You came with a keening groan, legs shaking as she continued to eat you out until you were completely spent. She gave your thigh one last kiss before she pushed herself off her heels and kissed you deeply, hands on either side of you, her mouth tasting sweet and salty, like champagne and your own taste.

“Thank you,” you said between kisses, breath catching in your chest as she sucked love marks under your jaw. Your hands went to her sides, drawing her closer, skating over the soft fabric until you reached her breasts. The tulle of your dresses rustled together as she dipped her head to kiss your chest, her tongue ghosting between the deep v of your neckline.

“I’m not finished with you yet, lover,” she said gently, though the glint in her eyes was unmistakable. She put her mouth to yours again, kissing you slowly, as her hand snaked up under your skirt between you.

“But, Lucy, you - ” you started to protest.

“Hush, darling,” she said, nipping at your bottom lip. “Let me make you cum again, please.”

You sucked in a breath as she slowly eased two fingers into you, taking her time. Your hips rocked closer to her as she started a steady rhythm, her thumb circling your sensitive clit.

“Is this ok?” she asked. “Not too much?”

“No,” you breathed, running your hands over her, tangling your fingers in her hair. “It might - fuck - might take a second for me to - ”

“Don’t worry,” she said, easing your slight embarrassment. A second orgasm right after your first always took you longer as the oversensitivity wore off, but the feel of her fingers in you was agonizingly wonderful.

“Take your time,” she said. “I’ll go easy.”

True to her word, she worked you slowly as your body warmed to your arousal again, and sooner than you would have been able to manage on your own, you were rocking against her hand as she pushed into you and deepened her touch.

“That’s it,” she said, feeling you respond to her touch. “Good girl.”

You gave a breathy moan as you lifted your hips to take her fingers deeper. “‘M close,” you whined. “Lucy, gonna cum, gonna - oh, Christ - ”

She kissed you as you came and you moaned against her mouth, riding her fingers through your orgasm. She pulled her hand from between your legs when you were spent and popped them in her mouth.

“Absolutely divine,” she said with a sigh. “God, you’re so good. You’re perfect. Can’t believe I’ve made it this long without getting to taste you.”

You felt yourself blush with more than warmth and arousal. “Lucy,” you said bashfully.

She gave you a sweet smile and kissed you gently, differently than before. “Oh, you’re so beautiful,” she cooed. She kissed all over your face, making you giggle. “Such a darling little thing, aren’t you?”

You put your hand to her face and drew her to kiss your mouth again, carding your other hand through her hair. “Can I do you, now?”

She laughed. “If you want, lovely.” She guided your hand from her face down to her waist, gathering up her dress and letting you slip your hand under.

You raised a brow, hesitating before touching her like you so desperately wanted to. “Are you sure? You don’t want to switch places?”

She grinned. “I like it standing up very much, but I’m afraid I don’t quite trust my legs. If that’s alright with you.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” you said, giving her a deep, long kiss before putting your hand between her legs.

You swore breathlessly at the same time she bit her lip and moaned; you traced your fingers over her panties and felt how wet she was through the fabric. She started to rock against your fingers almost involuntarily, seeking friction; you gave her what she wanted rubbed her clit through her panties.

“Shit, Jesus, fuck,” she bit out, both of her hands on your shoulders to steady herself, her fingers gripping tight enough to leave bruises.

You couldn’t help a soft laugh. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“No,” she gasped, “but I’ll kiss you with it if you keep that up, please.”

You obliged her and pushed her panties aside, rubbing deep circles over her clit, kissing her shoulder as she whined with your every movement.

“You sound so pretty,” you said, kissing her neck. “Gorgeous thing.”

She muffled her moan against you. “Want your fingers,” she said, panting. “Please, baby, need them in me.”

You could tell she didn’t want to be teased, and you pushed two fingers into her and set to a quick pace. She whined as she threw her head back, practically bouncing on your fingers, chasing her high.

“Jesus,” you breathed, feeling yourself get wet again just looking at her. Her expression was beautifully desperate, moans tumbling from between her kiss-swollen lips.

“Gonna come, baby,” she gasped. “Oh, please, yes, yes - oh, fuck.”

You saw her expression change to complete blissed-out pleasure the same time you felt her tighten around your fingers, and you couldn’t help a moan of your own as she rode out her orgasm.

“God damn,” she breathed when she was spent, releasing her punishing grip on your shoulders. Like she had before, you put your fingers in your mouth and tasted her. She thanked you with deep, feverish kisses, both of you steadying your breathing and leaning on each other.

“Thank you,” she said. “You were perfect.”

“Couldn’t have been better than you were,” you said. You helped her up to sit next to you on the couch, and she moved until she was practically on your lap, wanting to be close to you as you kept kissing her.

“Maybe we should make this a more regular thing,” she said with a soft laugh.

You brushed her hair back from her face, gazing up at her blissed-out expression, drinking in how beautiful she was in the firelight.

“I’d love that,” you said gently.

She smiled. “I’d love that too,” she said. She twined her fingers with yours and kissed you in a way that told you she was happy to sit here all night and keep kissing you, and you couldn’t think of anything else you’d rather do more.

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assembledherethevolunteers · 4 years

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In Case You Didn’t Know

A/N: Hello, hello! Next songfic that I wrote! This one is ‘In Case You Didn’t Know’ by Brett Young (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qaHdHpSjX8) with Gwilym! I really liked this one, so I hope you guys do too!

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Gwilym have been dating for a couple months, but he’s about to leave for Italy. And you want to say something to him.

Warnings: Some sad (not really angsty), Cursing, Fluff, Implied sex (not explicit in the slightest, but just in case)

Taglist: @queenlover05, @seven-seas-of-ham-on-rhye

You watched as Gwilym ran around his flat, packing up for his newest job.

“I can’t believe you’re going to be in Italy for almost four months,” you pouted.

“I know, Y/N/N, but I’ll be back before you know it,” Gwil gave you a kind smile.

“Says you. You’ll be in a far off foreign country, doing something you love, and I’ll be here without my amazing boyfriend.”

Gwil looked at you sitting on the couch. It made him realize how much he was going to miss you.

The two of you had been dating for close to three months. Actually, tomorrow, the day he left, was your three month anniversary. And you were crazy about him. You hadn’t said those three magical words yet, but you wanted to. You wanted to tell him that you were in love with him. Truly. Madly. Deeply. In love.

Gwil walked over to you. You looked up at him and gave him a half smile. He took your hand and pulled you to your feet. He wrapped his arms around you and you rested your head on his chest.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” you whispered, nearly in tears. You couldn’t help it. He’d become such a big part of your life. You were friends for nearly a year before you both finally admitted to having feelings for each other. You’d talked every day since and seen each other usually three times a week. Now what were you supposed to do?

“I’ll miss you too,” Gwil pressed a kiss to top of your head. “But you could come visit.”

“You know I’ve got that big project at work coming up. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away.”

Gwil sighed and gave you a squeeze and then rubbed your back. “It’ll be okay. We’ve got Facetime, and texting, and email.”

You chuckled under your breath. “Email, huh?”

“That way we can talk while you’re at work.”

“I’ve got an idea,” you pulled your head away and looked up at him.

“What’s that?”

“You finish packing and then meet me in the bedroom in oh…fifteen minutes?”

“Make it five,” Gwil growled and gave you a kiss.

Later that night, you were lying in bed with Gwil’s arms wrapped around you.

“What time do you have to be at the airport?”

“Half past seven,” Gwil pressed a kiss to your neck.

“We should probably get some sleep then. We’ve only got about five hours until we have to leave.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Gwil pressed another kiss to your shoulder.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish, Lee,” you mumbled as his lips continued moving.

“No, no, you’re right, we should get some sleep,” Gwil said in your ear before kissing just below it.

You turned over so that you were facing him. He gave you a soft smile.

“We really need to sleep.”

“I never said that you were wrong about that.”

You looked over Gwilym’s face in the soft light that was coming in through his window. Your heart was swelling and there…right on the tip of your tongue…

“Gwil, I…” you sighed, chickening out. “I really think we should get to sleep. You get crabby when you don’t get enough sleep.”

Gwil kissed your forehead. “Fine, let’s get some sleep.”

“And you’ll text me when you land?” You asked Gwil in the car in the morning.

“Of course I will,” Gwil squeezed your hand as you pulled into the loading zone.

“And call me after you get settled?” You knew you were just putting off letting him go. There was no way to put it off anymore. He would be leaving. You felt like your heart was going to actually break when he left.

“I will, I promise.”

You didn’t know it, but Gwil felt the same way. He hated leaving you for a week, let alone three months.

“And if you meet some pretty Italian woman then you’ll at least…”

“The only pretty Italian in my life is Joe.”

You laughed and then parked the car. “If you say so,” you glance at the clock inside your car. It was 7:15. “We should get you inside.”

You and Gwilym walked inside, hand-in-hand.

“...and when I get back, I’ll have a bunch of new recipes that I’ll be able to cook for you.”

“Now I really can’t wait for you to come home,” you pulled Gwil to a stop just before the ticket counter for him to check in.

“I can’t wait either,” Gwil sighed and then checked his watch. “I should really get going.”

You frowned. This was it.

Gwil wrapped his arms around you and pulled you towards him.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” Gwil whispered.

“I’m going to miss you too,” you said into his chest. You looked up at him and put your hand on his cheek. You then pulled him into a kiss. It still sent a bolt though you. Gwil pulled away and rested his forehead to yours.

“I love you.”

You hadn’t meant to say it. It just came out. Your ears started ringing and you took a step back from him.

“Y/N,” Gwil’s face was screwed up in confusion as he reached for you.

You both stared at each other for a few moments. When it was clear that you had really messed up and he wasn’t going to say it back, you panicked. He didn’t love you. He wasn’t where you were yet. Shit. SHIT! Your mind told you to run. To get out of there as soon as you could.

“I…I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I just…um…and you don’t have to say it back! You better get going. I’ll talk to you when you land,” you quickly pressed a kiss to his check and made your way out of the building, hoping that you didn’t look at embarrassed as you felt.

God, you were so stupid. How could you just blurt that out just before he left? If you’d said it last night you could’ve at least talked it out. And now he was flying thousands of miles away. Fuck.

Meanwhile, Gwil was making his way to his gate. His heart was about to beat out of his chest. He’d heard you, of course. He knew what you said. And what it meant. It made him nervous. The last time he had been in a relationship he thought he was in love, but he got burned. What if the same thing happened here? He knew how he felt, but…was he ready to say it back to you? Right now? No, he wasn’t. So maybe some time apart would be good.

Later, as you were still panicking and stalking around your flat, you heard your phone ringing. You almost ran to answer it. You saw Gwil’s name on your phone and you felt yourself release a breath that you didn’t know that you’d been holding.

“Hello?”

“Hi, darling,” Gwil said.

It made you smile.

“You made it to your hotel?”

“I did. I am unpacking as we speak.”

“Good, I’m glad you’re there safe,” you replied.

Then the phone went silent. You listened to Gwilym as he unpacked and put his clothes away. It felt awkward. Or was that just you? Did he feel as awkward as you did? Probably not.

Gwilym felt nervous. Why though? You had said that he didn’t need to say it back. And he’d decided that he wasn’t ready. Not yet.

“So, what did you do the rest of the afternoon?”

“Oh, you know, cleaned up around the flat. Dishes, laundry, the usual,” you replied.

“Sounds like fun.”

“I guess.”

The silence took over again. You couldn’t handle it anymore. You had to bring it up.

“Look, Gwil, about what I said at the airport?”

“Yeah?” Gwil wasn’t sure what he was expecting you to say, but some sort of clarification would be nice.

“I…I didn’t mean to…make this weird.”

“Weird? Who said anything about weird?” Gwil asked, even though both of you knew it was weird.

You could take it back, but realized that you didn’t want to. You’d meant it. You’d meant everything you’d said. You loved him. And yes, you would like to hear it back, but you didn’t need to. You could wait until he was ready.

“I meant what I said. I do love you. And…and you don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready. And I probably should have said it before you left for four months, but I needed you to know.”

Gwilym didn’t know how to respond. He knew that he didn’t want to lose you, but he also knew that he wasn’t ready to say it back yet.

“Thank you for telling me. I just I don’t think I’m there yet.” Gwil almost felt guilty. He wanted to, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“And I’m not trying to force you!” You told him. You meant it, but your vision began to swim. Why were you crying? “I just…” You weren’t really sure what you were just, but Gwil apparently knew.

“I know, and I care about you a great deal, cariad.” And he did. He cared about you more than most people in his life. Maybe he was in love with you. But he couldn’t say it if he didn’t mean it.

You exhaled slowly to keep from crying. “I know you do, Gwil.”

“Good,” Gwil closed his eyes. He could tell you were upset, but he also knew that you weren’t going to force him into saying that he loved you.

“So,” you cleared your throat and wiped your eyes. “How was your flight?”

“Oh just dreadful,” Gwilym groaned and launched into the story about the awful person sitting next to him that just complained for the entire flight.

You and Gwil fell back into your normal conversations. It was like nothing had changed. You were on the phone for nearly two hours before you yawned and felt your eyes drooping.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’ve probably been awake all day and some bastard kept you awake late last night.”

You giggled. “Yes, he did. He’s cute though, so I’ll give him a pass.”

Gwil chortled. “I’m sure he appreciates that.”

“You should probably get some sleep, too. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

“I know. Can we Facetime tomorrow night after you get off work?”

“Of course we can. I’ll call you?”

“Perfect. I um…Y/N?”

“Yeah?” Your heart accelerated a bit. You thought that maybe Gwil had changed his mind and was going to say it.

“I miss you.”

You bit your bottom lip.

“I miss you too, babe.”

“I’ll um…I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Right. Bye, Gwil.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

There was a brief stint of silence and you thought about telling him again. The conversation almost felt incomplete. Now that you had said it, you almost felt like you had to end the conversation with it. You inhaled to start, but then Gwil told you goodbye again and then you heard him hang up. You sighed, annoyed with yourself. You should’ve said it to him.

Gwil sat on his hotel bed and stared at his phone for a few moments. He could call you back, talk to you more about the whole ‘I love you’ thing. No. He shouldn’t.

Gwilym laid back and closed his eyes. This was going to be a long few months.

“You seem…different,” your coworker, Julia, said to you over lunch one day.

“What do you mean?” You asked as you took a bite of your salad.

“You’re quiet, you’re sort of…down? I mean, I know that this project has gotten out of hand, but it seems like more than that. Problems at home?”

“Gwil is still in Italy.”

“When does he come home?” Julia’s voice was full of genuine concern. She was like the mother of the office.

“Not for another month. And…something else,” you sighed.

“What’s that?”

You went into an explanation of how you had told Gwil you loved him and he’d still yet to say it. It made you nervous. It made you feel like you were much more invested than he was. You had told him a couple more times, but Gwil still just said that he ‘cared about you, deeply’.

“Well, you both have been busy. Have you been talking every day?”

“No, I mean, we text every day, but we don’t talk on the phone. Sometimes we only send like five texts.”

Julia just hummed.

“I don’t know,” you rubbed the bridge of your nose. “Maybe when he comes back, we should take a step back.”

“I would wait for him to come back. Then maybe the two of you can approach the subject again.”

“I guess so. And just….wait until then?”

“I suppose so.”

“Thanks, Julia,” you gave her a small smile.

“Gwilym, is everything okay?” Nicholas asked him as they were sitting in the makeup trailer.

“Hm?” Gwil looked over at him. He’d been thinking about you. He was going to be home in less than two weeks and he missed you like crazy. He couldn’t wait to see you again. He was thinking about planning a romantic date of dinner, maybe some dancing. “Oh, yes. Just ready to be home, I think.”

“Ah. Ready to see Y/N, eh?”

Gwil smiled and nodded. “More than ready. Facetime just isn’t working for me anymore.”

“You poor thing. Four months without your love.”

“...right. My l…love.”

Nicholas cocked an eyebrow at him in the mirror.

“You two have been together how long?”

“About six months now.”

“And…you’ve said ‘I love you’, right?”

Gwil was silent.

“Oh, Gwil. You…you do love her, don’t you? The way you talked about her, I just assumed… I hate to say this, but if you don’t know by now, you probably don’t love her.”

Gwil stayed quiet, but his brain was working a mile a minute. He knew he loved you. He had figured it out a couple weeks after he left. The two of you were Facetiming and you had laughed at something that Gwil said to you and it hit him. It hit him like a ton of bricks. He was in love with you. He’d been in love with you since before the two of you were even dating, he’d just denied himself that. He’d just been so burned in the past he wasn’t willing to admit to himself. Now he was. He wanted to tell you, but he also thought that something that monumental should be said face-to-face. Even when you had said to him over the phone, he hadn’t said it back yet.

A couple nights before he left, Gwilym was sitting in his hotel room planning on how he could tell you. He pulled out a piece of paper and pen.

“Y/N,

I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. I think I really knew the moment when we were at Barney’s house and you and I were in the kitchen. We were having a discussion about whether or not I was right about…something or other. I honestly can’t remember, but you were arguing with me and I realized how passionate you were. I also couldn’t take my eyes off you. I think that was the first moment my brain said ‘oh, you’re in love with her’ and the annoyingly logical part of my brain said ‘NO! You’re not even dating her!’

Then, there was the night that we kissed for the first time after our first date. You and I had just left the theatre and we were holding hands, walking back to your flat. We walked up your door and I thought that maybe I wouldn’t kiss you. I wouldn’t try to rush things, but seeing you that night. That dress you were wearing and your eye makeup slightly smudged from you crying at the show…you looked too beautiful not to do something about it.

Finally, when you told me that you loved me at the airport, I…I should have said it back. I should have said it on the phone the night. I should have said it every day since then. And I’ sorry that I didn’t.

The truth is, Y/N, I’ve been in love with you for a long time. And it’s about bloody time that I tell you.

Y/N, I love you. I’m in love with you. Simple as that.

Gwil looked over what he had written and shook his head. He could read that to you over the phone the next time you spoke on the phone. But later that night, as he was talking to you, he couldn’t do it. He did decide to make the night he came home special though. He knew that you’d wanted to go to Fridley’s, a new restaurant that had opened not too long ago. Maybe he could call and make reservations…

You were bouncing on the balls of your feet at the airport. Waiting for Gwilym to finally be home. In your arms. In your bed. Not even for anything sexual (but for the love of GOD you needed him for that too), just being held by him during the night.

You couldn’t wait to see him. You couldn’t wait to kiss him and be with him. Even if it was just cuddling on the couch.

Finally, you watched as he came down the escalator. He was searching the crowd. Until those deep blue eyes that you hadn’t seen outside of a screen locked on yours. Your face broke into an face splitting grin. Gwil matched you.

He was so happy to see you. The moment he met your eyes his brain and his heart started yelling at him, “THERE SHE IS! THE WOMAN THAT YOU LOVE!” He wasn’t arguing with it anymore. He knew it was true. He was absolutely in love with you.

The two of you practically ran into each other’s arms. Gwil picked you up and spun you around. You giggled and wrapped your arms and legs around him.

“Oh, cariad, I missed you so so much,” he whispered in your ear.

“I missed you, too. Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you’re home!”

“Me either, darling, me either,” Gwil gave you a squeeze and then he sat you down. “I’ve got some surprises for you tonight.”

“Is that right? Does that include going to yours? Because I swear…”

Gwil gave you a heated kiss, promises of more to come. He had missed being able to kiss you. He had missed…well doing more than kissing, but right now he could settle for that. He was hoping he could convey how much he missed and loved you in that kiss.

“Oh we will end up at one of our flats. I promise you that.”

You laughed again. “Well, what are these surprises?”

“We’ve got dinner reservations at Friedly’s at seven. What do you think about that?”

You gasped. “How did you get reservations there? That’s the busiest place in London. You would have had to made reservations months ago.”

Gwil looked nervous for a moment. “I sort of called and played the ‘I’m an actor’ card.”

“Aw, you did that for me?” You laughed, knowing Gwil wouldn’t have don e that unless it was really important.

“Only for you, darling,” Gwil took one of your hands and brought it to his lips.

Later that evening, you were getting ready. You didn’t say ‘I love you’ to Gwil but you were going to say it tonight.

And if he didn’t say it back, the two of you were going to have a serious conversation.

You applied your lipstick before looking yourself over in the mirror. You were wearing what you knew was Gwil’s favorite dress and heels.

Gwil walked up the stairs to your flat. He usually took the lift, but he had so much nervous energy that he took the stairs. Tonight was the night.

You heard a knock at your door and smiled, knowing who was out there. You walked over and answered the door. Gwil was wearing a black suit with no tie. His whole face lit up when he saw you. It made your heart flutter and the butterflies you had in your stomach all day go crazy.

You didn’t know that Gwilym was experiencing the same thing.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“...and they have beautiful beaches.”

“Sounds divine,” you sighed as you took another sip of wine.

“It is. I’ll have to take you there sometime.”

You smiled behind your glass, hoping that that promise would come sooner rather than later. Gwil was already planning it in his head while he poured himself another glass.

“But enough about my trip, how did your project go? I know you’ve been working so hard.”

You sighed and began talking about your project that you were still working on. Something had gone horribly wrong and you were still working on it. You even had to bring in some outside help and now you were in charge of the entire thing since your supervisor had been fired because of the mistake he made.

“At least I got a pay raise,” you downed the rest of your wine. It was already taking effect on you, your head getting a little lighter.

Gwil poured you some more wine as he listened to you continue to talk about your work.

You really liked your job, but it had been stressful lately and without Gwil there in person to talk to, it was worse.

After your second glass, you got giggly. Wine always did that to you.

“Gwil, can we dance?” You asked him as the string quartet started playing.

“Of course, darling,” Gwil stood up and then pulled your chair out, leading you to the dancefloor. Gwil wrapped one of arms around your waist, pulling you close and took your hand with the other. You put your free hand on his shoulder and he started moving around to the music.

“I know I told you this at the airport, but I missed you so much while I was gone.”

“I missed you too, Gwil,” you sighed.

Gwil let go of your hand and put his hand on your waist, pulling you flush against him. You rested your head on his chest before you put your other arm around his neck. Gwil pressed a kiss to your hair.

You listened to Gwil’s heartbeat in your ear. You’d missed hearing it. You’d missed having him hold you. You’d just missed everything about him.

Gwil had missed this too. He missed having you near him. Being able to see you whenever he wanted. Being able to kiss you whenever he wanted. He had missed everything about you.

It was now or ever.

Gwilym took a deep breath. “Y/N?”

“Hm?” You picked your head up and looked at him.

He just stared at you for a few moments.

“I…I know that I…” Gwil cleared his throat. “I know things have sort of been a bit…not up in the air, but odd? Because I haven’t said…you know. I haven’t told you that I…” Gwil sighed, trying to find the words. “What I’m trying to say, darling, is... I love you.”

You gasped. You weren’t expecting for him to say it first tonight.

“Gwil, I…you don’t have to…”

Gwil pulled you into a kiss, much like the one at the airport. He rested his forehead to yours again.

“I want to. And I mean it. I’ve been so SO in love with you for a long time, I just…I was being stupid and far too logical for my own good.”

“Say it again.”

Gwil smiled and ran his thumb along your jaw.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you more than I can…”

You cut him off with a kiss. A searing one that if the two of you weren’t in public, would lead to something that you both needed and wanted. You wrapped your fingers in Gwil’s hair deepening the kiss. You swallowed the groan he started.

Gwil pulled away for some air.

“Sweetheart, as much as I would love for this to continue, I um…I don’t think here is the appropriate place.”

“Let’s pay and go back to yours.”

“Yes, I…yes, let’s do that.”

“Say it one more time, please?”

Gwil stared into your eyes and gave you a quick kiss.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Gwil. I love you so much.”

“I know, cariad.”

You and Gwil went back to his flat and enjoyed each other’s company the rest of the night with sweet kisses, slow, passionate sex, and whispered declarations of love.

You fell asleep, wrapped in Gwil’s arms. Safe, secured, and, now you finally knew, loved.

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