Pairing: Reader x Gwilym Lee
Warnings: fluff I guess, some language, brief sexual suggestions but no smut
Requested by anon: Could u do a Gwilym fanfic about your daughters first birthday and celebration with the boh rhap cast? I love ur writing ❤️
A/N: This idea is so cute, but I feel like I have read it before so many times so I´m just going to write a little blurb here. Side note, thank you for 800 followers! You are the best<3
Wordcount: 1.5 K
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“Darling, you have to calm down”, Gwilym said, taking a step towards you stressed figure. He locked his beautiful blue eyes with yours, snaking his hands around your waist and pulling you close. His presence immediately calmed you, making you drop the balloon you were trying to tie off. All the air went out of it as it flew around the room and settles at your feet. Your husband smiled, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek. “It´s amazing, you´ve done such a good job. Everyone will love it, Sophia will love it, I promise”, he said, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your waiting lips. You let out a breath you didn´t know you were holding in, letting your body melt completely into his warm touch.
“I know, but our little girl only turns one once”, you said as you pulled away. Gwilym hummed, starting to sway your bodies to an imaginary beat as he tightened his arms around you. “And besides, it´s really fun”
You had been planning her birthday for months, making sure every little detail was perfect. You had the food ordered and ready on the tables, the cute decorations filling your living-room, and your backyard filled with toys as there would be other kids present as well. Of course, you had also put out some beverages for the adults along with copious amounts of juice boxes.
“You know”, Gwilym started, running his fingers up and down your spine, “we could do this all over again if we had another one”
You pulled back enough to catch his eyes, watching them fill with love and hope. He was nervous, his teeth instinctively biting down on his lips, anxiously waiting for a reply to his blunt proposal.
“You want more?”, you asked, heart fluttering as you watched his face break out into a grin.
“I want hundreds of kids with you, darling”, he beamed, leaning down to catch your lips with his. “But I´ll settle for a few more”
You were just about to reply when you heard the door-bell go off, followed by your daughter crying just seconds later. Both you and Gwilym simultaneously sighed before letting an exhausted giggle fall from your mouths. Your hands slid down his chest as you stepped away from his embrace.
“I´ll get her, you answer the door”, Gwilym said, squeezing your hand before disappearing up the stars. Leaving you to ponder his proposal all alone. He wanted more kids, and he wanted them now.
“Y/N, hi!”, Joe yelled as you opened the door. He was almost completely hidden behind a giant teddy bear, his face barely poking out over its shoulder. You raised your eyebrows in shock, already wondering how the hell you were going to fit that in her room.
“Joe, that is one giant ass teddy bear”
“Only the best for my favorite god-daughter”
“You´re not her god-father”, you giggled, leading him into the living room. He, Ben and Rami had all claimed the position when they found out you were pregnant. However, to stop their constant fighting and bickering, you chose one of Gwilym´s older brothers. But they still thought of themselves as uncles.
“Not on paper no.. speaking off, where is the little bugger?”
Joe had just finished his sentence as Gwilym appeared around the corner, your daughter on his hips. She looked grumpy from her nap, but her little mouth immediately broke into a grin as she saw her favorite uncle Joey. That and the giant bear he was holding. In fact, it might just have been the teddy.
The house got more and more crowded as people arrived, your feet working in overdrive as you tried to tidy up and make sure there was enough food. Thankfully, Ben and Joe had taken your daughter off your hands. They were currently sat on the floor, taking turns in trying to make her laugh. A smile crept its way onto your mouth as you watched them make absolute fools of themselves.
“Guys, you´re going to scare her”, Rami said as he watched Joe pull a ridiculous face at your daughter.
“You´re just jealous she likes me more than you”, Joe answered, sticking his tongue out at him. Which your daughter apparently found hilarious, cracking an almost tooth-less smile at him as she clapped her little hands.
“You know I´m her favorite, just look”, Rami said, moving from his place beside Lucy to kneel next to Joe and Ben. He reached his hands out, his eyes lighting up as your daughter moved towards him immediately. “Hah! See, she loves me”, he cooed, hugging her to his body.
The three boys kept fighting for your daughter´s attention as you leant against the wall, watching with a huge smile on your face. She was adored by them all, and it made you so happy. Made you want to have another one you realized, your eyes falling on your husband, engulfed in a conversation with your parents across the room. His hands moved as he explained something, they always did when he was passionate about the conversation. That along with rubbing his beard, an action that always made the butterflies in your stomach go wild. He truly was the love of your life, but you were unsure of the timing.
“What are you thinking about, Y/N?”, a voice asked, pulling you from your stare. You snapped your head around to see Ben, holding out a glass of wine in front of him. You gladly took it, bringing it to your lips to take a sip.
“Just something me and Gwilym talked about earlier”, you said, trying to brush it off. Ben seemed to have other thoughts though, raising a bushy eyebrow your way.
“Y/N”, he warned, reaching out to poke your side, a giggle falling from your mouth. You had accidentally let it slip one of the first times you hung out that you were ticklish, and now he used it as leverage every time he didn’t get his way.
“Ugh fine, please don´t tickle me Ben”, you pleaded, taking another sip of your wine. It burned slightly as it slid down your throat. “Gwil told me he wanted more kids today”
Ben´s eyes went wide, almost choking on his wine.
“Really?”, he asked, his gaze falling on Gwilym for a split second. “How do you feel about it?”
“I don´t know really. I want more kids, I really do, but Sophia is still so young”
“Yeah, but it would still take at least 9 months. And that´s if Gwilym still has some spunk left in his junk at his old age”, Ben said, a grin forming on his mouth.
“Last time it didn´t take long, so I´m pretty sure he does”, you laughed. Gwilym had a ridiculous drive when you had started trying to get pregnant, going at it whenever and wherever you could. The thought made a slight tingle start in your lower stomach, a flush creeping onto your cheeks.
“Geez I don’t need the details, Y/N!”, Ben said, pretending to gag at the thought. You rolled your eyes, punching his chest.
“No but seriously, if you need a baby-sitter to, you know, get some alone time, I´m more than willing to take Sophia off your hands for a few hours”, he offered, shooting you a crooked smile before heading back to the other boys still sat on the floor.
“Well I think that was a success! Great job, darling”, Gwilym said as you returned from putting your daughter to sleep. He was tidying up the remains of plates with cake leftovers on them. “Sophia had the best birthday she could ever wish for”
You smiled, your shoulders finally relaxing from finally being alone with the man you loved. Gwilym opened his arms, letting you fall into his embrace. You buried your head into his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heart-beat against your cheek. He leant down and pressed a kiss to your head, wrapping his arms around you. His body warm against yours.
“It´s all worth it seeing that smile on her face”, you mumbled, hooking your thumbs into the waistline of Gwilym´s pants. He smirked against your head, knowing what that movement usually leads too.
“You know Ben offered to baby-sit her so we could have some alone time”, you teased, letting your fingers run over the top of his clothed behind.
“Oh really? Then I guess I´ll give him a call in the morning to arrange it. We need a date-night, darling”
“I don´t want to wait until tomorrow though”, you whined, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze. His eyes were darker than last time, a smug look on his chiseled face.
“Hmm, I´m sure Sophia will be asleep in a few minutes”, he teased, winking as he pulled you closer to his body.
“Gwilym, I´ve been thinking about what you said earlier, and I really want to have another baby”, you said, watching as his eyes widened in realization.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I love you and I want more mini us”, you said, placing a kiss on his lips.
“Fuck a baby into me, Mr. Lee”, you teased. The seductive tone in your voice vent straight to his crotch, his hips pushing against yours as a whine left his lips.
“Your wish is my command, Mrs. Lee”
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I don´t know if I should tag people because it´s so short and not what I usually write, but I´m going to do it anyway sorry not sorry
Not Requested, another daydream of mine though, but please send in requests!
Summary: First role that comes Ben’s way after you begin dating, you’re not sure how to react
No warnings, just some Ben fluff/ maybe some slight angst?
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You sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you heard Ben’s go off in the distance, him answering just a short minute later. He had found his way into the living area, pacing the floor as he talked to the person on the other end of the line, from the excited tone of his voice, you knew it was about one of the roles he had auditioned for. Eager to hear the outcome, you put your phone to the side, resting your head on your hands on the arm of the sofa, giving Ben your full attention.
Every so often, he’d give you a warm smile, he always got excited about a potential role. The warm smile he sent to you, made a warm smile of your own appear on your face, but it soon faded once Ben’s did. His pacing stopped also, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room, his right arm now hung lifelessly at his side as his left continued to hold the phone to his ear.
“Where is it?” his voice sounded labored, as if in heavy thought about what he was hearing. “I’d be gone how long?” those questions made you slowly stand from the couch, beginning to take short steps towards your shared bedroom. The way Ben’s voice sounded, it sounded like the filming would be taking place a good distance you and it sounded like he’d be gone longer than normal. Ben’s eyes followed you as you left the room, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. “I’ll call you back.” He dropped his phone somewhere in the room, not really paying attention, he just wanted to hold you in his arms, talk this out, he knew you weren’t happy.
It’s not that you weren’t happy for him about the role, you were ecstatic about it, you loved when he got new roles, it could only continue to be good for his burgeoning career. The thing was, this would be the first role he’d taken on since the two of you had begun dating. You’d been a couple for about six months at this point, living together for two of the six. You’d grown so used to waking up to him beside you, living a domestic life you’d dreamed of since you were little. And now it seemed like it was all going to disappear.
“(YN)?” his deep voice echoed against the walls, reaching you in the bedroom even through the covers that you had buried yourself under, tears staining the pillows. “Where are you, love?” He entered the bedroom, and saw the bunched up covers, knowing you were beneath them. Slow steps brought him to you, only when he heard a whimper from under them did he rush to your side and lift the covers, revealing your tear stained cheeks and red rimmed eyes. “Love,” tears were beginning to prick at the corners of his eyes.
You stared up at him and shook your head. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
You couldn’t answer him, tears continued to stream down your face and Ben struggled to keep wiping them from your eyes. “I’m happy for you and the role, I just don’t want to be away from you that long. What if you find another girl, more beautiful than me, and forget all about me.”
Ben lifted your body, crawling into bed behind you and letting you fall against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around you. “I could never forget about you, my love, you are the most amazing thing to happen to me. No one can outdo you, I promise you that. And, I don’t want to be away from you for that long either.” He sighed deeply. “I’ll bring you with me, (YN), prove to you that you’re the only girl I’ll ever be looking for.”
“But…” you began but he cut you off.
“No buts, love, you’ll come with me. I love you and only you.”
“But I’m not…” you tried again, but Ben really was not about to let you cut yourself down.
He placed multiple short kisses against your lips, preventing you from speaking another bad word about yourself. “What did I say about putting yourself down, darling, don’t do it! You are the most beautiful woman in the world, I am so grateful that I found you when I did. So beautiful, even looking so lost and confused like you did.”
A small giggle escaped you. “I was a tourist who got lost trying to find the Harry Potter shop.”
He smiled at your giggle and the memory. “And like I said, I am forever grateful for meeting you when I did, and how I did. That’s how I knew it was gonna be different and incredible with you, that’s not how most people meet.”
You stared into his green eyes, lifting your hand up to stroke his chin as he grinned down at you, his fingers playing with your hair. Shifting in his hold, you turned to face him, your eyes staring into his. “I can’t believe this is my life, still feels like a dream that someone is going to wake me up from. I don’t want to wake up from this.”
A slight pinch to your bum had you squealing and playfully swatting against Ben’s chest. “I promise you, love, this isn’t a dream. No one’s going to wake you up from this.” He leaned forward and pressed a long and heartfelt kiss to your lips. “No one.”
“So,” you begin, pulling away from the kiss a moment later, “you should probably call back your agent. Take that role.” Your eyes were cast down, not able to look him in the eyes.
His fingers were at your chin, lifting it so he could smile at you. “I’ll take that role, and I’ll be taking you with me. I promise, I’m not letting you go that easily.”
Hey guys, I’m sorry I’ve been on hiatus for so long, I’ve literally been so busy. I’m going to be honest, I’ll probably go back on hiatus soon, it all depends. I came back because I’ve been going through a super rough time lately, my dog of 12 years had to be put to sleep at the start of this week and it’s broken my heart, I needed some cheering up.
So, on the plus side, I’m making lock screens that feature either the Bohrap cast (themselves or as the band, or the original band members themselves. They can either be normal with whatever designs ideas you have, or they can be Halloween themed or other themed. Just put in your request with the dimensions of your phone size (preferably in pixels, eg. 750 x 1334 )
With a taste of your lips (Part 1) – Reader x Gwilym Lee
Summary: You landed your first pretty big job on the set of the BohRap movie, what could go wrong? Except your feelings?
A/N: Ok so this is my first fanfic ever. I love my baby Gwil so it had to be for him. I don’t know what to think about it. This is the first part so if you like it there’ll be other parts. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of it. And remember that English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are grammatical mistakes.
Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader
Words count: 1k
« Shocking! » You let out, a little louder than expected.
« What’s shocking, darling? » Rami asked turning to you.
« You. The boys. You are them, you are Queen and that’s shocking » You replied, eyes wide opened. “Look at you talking like Freddie, Ben being practically Roger’s son and don’t get me started on Gwilym. He is not portraying Brian, he IS Brian” you exclaimed.
“Thank God we are” Joe said, laughing.
You had been on set for a few weeks now but this was the first time you saw the boys in full costumes all together and ready to film the “Live Aid” performance.
Working for “GK Films”, the production company in charge of operating “Bohemian Rhapsody”, your job was to make sure everything was going smoothly and that included the off-screen relationship between the boys. Luckily, they bonded pretty much instantly and very soon included you as a part of the group.
“Wait Gwil! You have a misplaced curl” You shouted, heading towards him.
“Don’t stand too close to him Y/N, you’ll only make him more nervous” Ben scoffed as you adjusted Gwilym’s wig.
“Oh shut up Ben. You’re the one wishing I was this close to you” You replied, avoiding Gwilym’s gaze.
The boys always teased you when it came to Gwilym. Your relationships with all of them were very diverse. Joe was the one you shared many laughs with, Ben liked to start fights with you for nothing just to annoy you, Rami was like a big brother taking care of you, but Gwilym… it was different. From the beginning you immediately loved being around him, he was gentle and laid back but you could also cry from laughing because of him. He always tried to include you as much as possible in the making of the movie, asking for your advice on his acting, rehearsing his lines with you and even letting you adjust his precious “Brian wig”. In a few weeks he became the best friend you never had but the boys liked to imply that something more was going on. Of course you had already thought about it. Gwilym was exactly the type of guy you could fall for, well any girl could fall for him but it was impossible for you to even think that he could fall for you.
“Thanks Y/N/N, we wouldn’t want a wig disaster during Live Aid” Gwilym said, chuckling.
You stepped backward trying not to let him notice how anxious you also were. This movie was the first very big project you worked on. You wanted everything to go well and starting with the most important scene of the whole shooting was definitely not something small.
“Go kill ‘em boys. Kill ‘em, kill ‘em.” Brian May cheered to the boys. You could see the emotion in his eyes while he looked at them and more precisely to the younger version of himself. Living the experience all over again was such an emotional moment for him but it also was for everyone on set.
It was time, the cameras were rolling and the boys were about to enter the stage to give the most important show of their career. You felt your heart pounding in your chest.
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A few hours later, the filming was over and wouldn’t start again until the following day. The boys came backstage still very euphoric of what had just happened.
Gwilym immediately ran towards you when he saw you. “So how was I? What did you think of it?” he asked with the biggest smile on his face.
“Well if someone showed me your performance and the original one, I’m not sure I could distinguish the real and semi-fake Brian May” You said jokingly.
“I think that’s the wig” He added.
“Yeah, that’s definitely the wig. I’m not sure you truly were for something in it” You said, winking at him.
He immediately bumped his shoulder into yours.
“Of course you were amazing. I knew it from the beginning Gwil that you would kill it. But keep that same energy for the rest of the shooting, it’s only the beginning” You added.
“Thank you Y/N for always bringing me back down to Earth” He said putting his arm around your shoulders.
“Come on lovebirds, we are toasting to the first and very special day of this great journey” Ben shouted while opening a bottle of champagne.
Those words made Gwilym remove his arm from your shoulders and lay down his eyes before walking towards Rami.
You guessed he reacted that way because he didn’t like when Ben teased you both for this. Who liked that? Especially when the person is not attracted to the other. And why would you even try to understand? You did not like Gwilym like that either. So why did you feel this thing in your chest?
“Y/N/N? Do you want a glass of champagne?” Joe asked, getting you out of your thoughts.
“Sure, thank you.” You said smiling. “You were incredible earlier. I was feeling like I was at the actual Live Aid.” You added, reminiscing what you lived today.
“I know right? I can’t wrap my mind around it. I’m still feeling all the chills in my veins” Joe said wiggling his arms. “Thank you for being here Y/N, you’re one hell of a support out there” he added, coming in for a hug.
You immediately felt Gwilym’s gaze on you while you were hugging Joe. “Thanks to you for being so nice with me since the beginning.” You replied, smiling.
“Well we all love you very much Y/N. Some even more than others.” He said chuckling and winking at you. You didn’t have time to fully acknowledge what Joe had just said as he left you to talk to Lucy.
What does that even mean?
“Cheers to the beginning of something magical” You heard from a voice behind you. You turned around and saw Gwilym with his drink up. “Thank you for putting up with me and all the attention I demand during the filming” He said while biting his lower lip.
His wig was still on but you could see how handsome he looked even as a younger version of Brian May. You could look at his beautiful blue eyes for hours and caught yourself starring at his lips.
“Hum, yeah, you know, don’t worry. I’m happy to help.” You mumbled, lowering your eyes. Fuck Y/N get your shit together.
“Don’t tell me you are already tipsy from one glass of champagne?” Gwilym said, laughing.
“No” you laughed, “Just tired. But I’ll sleep when I’m dead right? Or at least when the shooting will be over.” you said while taking a sip of your glass.
“Well I am definitely not looking forward to ending it. I love being on set with the guys, with you.” He said, softly looking at your lips.
“Come on guys! Let’s all take a picture to remember this day forever!” Ben shouted while running between Gwilym and you putting up his phone, leaving you unable to answer.
Gwilym placed his arm around your waist as you all looked toward the camera.
This was definitely the beginning of something you would remember your whole life.
Fandom: Bohemian Rhapsody
Warning: None
Pairing: Roger Taylor x reader
Summary: Roger teaches reader to play drums
Requested
A/N: This was fun and I have no idea how to play drums or the right terms for different drums. So please don’t kill me if you do! Enjoy!
Roger was playing around on his drums when he caught you staring at him. He smiled at you and waved you into the recording studio. You hesitated for a moment, wondering what the blonde boy could possibly want this time.
“Hey love.” He said when you entered the room. The other members had left the studio to eat lunch; it was just you and Roger there.
“Hey cutie.” You said and approached him.
“I saw you staring at me.” He said and turned his attention fully to you.
“Is it a crime to watch my boyfriend play his beloved drums?”
“No but you looked interested and I wanted to teach you.”
“Teach me what?”
“To play Brian’s guitar.” He said and rolled his eyes. “To play my drums you silly. So come here.”
You went closer to him and he pulled you down in his lap. He was balancing you on his knees and tired not to fall off the drum stool under him. It wasn’t made for two people. He handed you his drumstick and showed you were to hit the drums. Your smile and laugh filled the air and it made Roger all soft inside. He loved your smile more than anything.
“Now, play Radio Ga Ga.” He said and patted your knee.
“I don’t know how.”
“I show you, don’t worry love. Maybe we can have you instead of me playing it on the record.”
He winked at you and you shook your head at his silliness. He counted in the rhythm and pointed at the drum that you were to hit and he say the lyric into your ears as well. To be honest you weren’t too terrible at the drums – maybe because he was pointing at where you were suppose to hit. But it was fun.
The band members heard the drums play in the studio when they entered from their lunch. They all smiled when they were you in Rogers knee playing on his drums, and him hitting the base drum.
“You are too adorable my darlings.” Freddie said into the microphone so that you and Roger froze in your actions. Your faces made Brian and John crack a smile and laugh at you. You rose from Rogers knee and exited the studio to sit on the couch outside again.
“Thanks for ruining our moment.” Roger muttered when the guys entered.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to teach her more after the recording.” Freddie said. “Maybe you can teach her to pound the drums really hard.”
“FREDDIE!” you yelled at him through the glass, which made Roger laughed out loud and you to blush like crazy.
“Oh don’t you worry love, you’ll get to pound his drums soon again.” Freddie said and winked at you. You just wanted to die on the spot, but Roger just looked at you with so much love and admiration, that you could feel your heart melt. God you loved that man.
Throughout the whole recording, Roger never left your eyes and you just smiled at him. He was really the best and sweetest. You were so lucky to have him and Roger thought the same way about you. You were the person who kept him sane and happy all of the time.
At the end of one song Roger went crazy on the drums and the base drum. His drum solo made him sweaty and breathless – and very hot.
“That’s how he will pound you later darling.” Freddie said and you gave Freddie a look that said ‘really?’. When you looked over at Roger his eyes said something else. The sweet loving eyes were replaced with dark and lustful ones, it was like he answered your look towards Freddie.
“Feeling the Beat of My Heart” / Queen / Bohemian Rhapsody Fan Fiction
For a lovely anon who wanted some Frian kissing in a bar setting. Here you go love! I hope you like the funky Hot Space vibe!
Summary: Brian has always loved Freddie, but does Freddie feel the same? Or, a drunken night in Munich reveals all.
Rated E: Everyone be aware here be smut
Pairings: Brian May/Freddie Mercury
Words: 1625
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tagging @morewyckedthanyou
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“Don’t you think you’ve had enough Fred?” The club they were in was pulsing with life, bodies pressed against each other, slicked with sweat, fueled with substances, teaming with a vibe all its own.
Brian watched as the Freddie tipped his head, his sinuous throat downing the shot in one smooth motion.
Freddie laughed, the sound quickly swallowed up by the music, and daintily wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he called for another round. It was Munich, and they were out every night.
“Brian, darling, don’t be so dull.” His sparkling eyes, warm cocoa in the light of the disco, regarded Brian with no small measure of mirth.
Still, the little barb stung.
Brian fixed his mouth, his eyes shifting to the half empty mug of beer in front of him. “Just care about you is all,” he muttered to no one. Freddie didn’t even hear him, engaged in an animated story with a few groupies who seemed to hang on his every word.
Roger and John were long gone, having retired back to their flat to celebrate a productive day in the studio. Sometimes, Brian was jealous of what they had. Although he and Freddie were mates and had been forever, it wasn’t quite the same as having someone to share your life with. Someone you knew would be there no matter what.
He sighed as the last of the groupies dispersed, grabbing Freddie lightly by the arm. “C’mon love,” he said. “Let’s get you home.”
Freddie pouted, leaning heavily into Brian with a sigh. “Nooo,” he crooned into Brian’s neck. “Just one more darling.”
Brian’s stomach twisted, tightening with warmth as Freddie’s lips moved against his neck. “You’ve had too much already,” Brian said, his voice sounding thin and airy to his own ears.
Freddie opened his mouth, pressing his lips to Brian’s pulse. “Briannnn,” he almost purred, his breath catching on the end. Brian could feel short hair scrub against his shoulder, then Freddie’s nose nudging his chin. His heart seized in his chest.
“You’re drunk Fred,” he said flatly, his face flushing as the singer pawed at him, his lips still mouthing the smooth skin of Brian’s neck.
Freddie ignored him. He kitten-licked a sensitive area behind his ear, and Brian couldn’t suppress a moan.
“He’s alive!” Freddie teased, and continued working on that little spot until Brian forcibly pushed him away.
“I said no Freddie.”
Brian’s cheeks were red, and there were unshed tears sparkling in his eyes.
Freddie’s face fell, and his hands shook a little as he needlessly straightened his collar. “I’m sorry Bri. I didn’t mean to offend,” he said a little unsteadily.
Brian swallowed hard, running a hand through his curly hair. “You didn’t,” he said. “And I’m not. I just don’t think you’re thinking clearly.” He looked down at his empty hands. “Don’t want you regretting anything in the morning.”
Freddie looked at him, his brown eyes full of depth. “I never regret anything,” Freddie said, his eyes traveling over Brian’s face. “Is that what you are afraid of?”
Brian’s cheeks flamed, and he grabbed one of the shots Freddie had left on the table and downed it in one go. He coughed, and Freddie laughed.
“Fucking lightweight.”
“Fuck you,” Brian shot back.
Freddie’s mouth tugged up at the corner. “You could if you like.”
Brian stared at him, his mouth slightly open, and reached for another shot. Back. Down. Done.
Freddie eyed him, waiting. “You gonna say something May?”
“You’re drunk,” Brian said.
“So are you, by this point.”
Brian’s mouth twitched, and he felt a warm hand on his inner thigh, traveling up, up, until it was settled at the juncture of his thighs.
“I want to kiss you,” Freddie said. “I’ve wanted to when I’m sober.”
Brian looked at him, eyes wide. “Me too,” he confessed. He could scarcely believe he was saying it.
Freddie smiled, the hand on his thigh drifting higher, knuckles brushing Brian’s growing erection.
Freddie grazed him with his fingers, just a touch, and traveled higher up across Brian’s flat stomach, causing the flesh there to quicken. And suddenly the thrumming music, the lights, the alcohol, all began to coalesce into a kaleidoscope of pleasure, sweeping him along as Freddie’s hands guided him like the rudder on a ship.
Freddie swept a thumb over his lips, teasing his mouth open. He sighed.
“You want this,” Freddie whispered. “You’ve wanted this for a long time.”
A tear slipped down the slope of his cheek, and Freddie caught it with his tongue. “Yes,” Brian breathed. “But I didn’t know if you did.” He looked over at Freddie, his eyes still wet. “I still don’t.” Brian swallowed, his eyes fluttering. “I don’t want to be just a one night stand, Freddie, you mean too much to me for that.”
Freddie stroked the side of his face, his eyes impossibly soft. “How could I want anyone but you, Bri?” He slipped his thumb inside Brian’s mouth, and Brian suckled it gently. “All of those other men were only substitutes, because I wasn’t sure I could ever have you.”
Freddie pulled his thumb out with a wet plop, smearing it clean on Brian’s cheek. “You can have me,” Brian said breathlessly. “All of me.” Brian moved forward, their noses brushing as Freddie slotted his lips against his.
It was messy and imperfect, Freddie’s mustache tickling his nose, the gentle rasp of his chapped lips and the dart of his hot tongue, but Brian moaned into the heat, head going back as Freddie pressed him tightly to him.
Brian clung to him, his hands roaming over the firm planes of chest, over Freddie’s shoulders and up to cradle his face in his hands.
They broke apart, breathing heavily, Freddie’s hands traveling lower to hover over Brian’s fly.
“Can’t wait to see what you can do with those long fingers of yours, Bri,” he said with a grin, working a hand into Brian’s pants. He got his fingers around his cock, and Brian moaned into his mouth.
“Freddie,” Brian gasped as he kissed him again. “Not in the club,” he managed around a low whine. “Someone will see us.”
Freddie only smiled, fondling Brian’s balls and giving Brian a quick stroke. “I hope they do, lovely.” He descended on Brian’s neck again, nipping his way around across his throat, marking him.
Brian moaned, melting in Freddie’s embrace. He had been kissed, but not like this. Never like this. Freddie was unraveling him, bit by bit. He could feel himself slipping away with every pulse of the music, every beat of his heart.
“I can’t wait to ride this cock,” Freddie said, biting his ear. “Can’t wait to feel how it’s gonna fill me up.” He swept his thumb over Brian’s sensitive head and he jerked in his arms.
Brian’s mouth was dry, and he was making shallow thrusts into Freddie’s palm. His hair was a mess, his lips were swollen, and Freddie had marked up his neck; he could feel the blood pooling beneath the skin.
“God Freddie, I’m gonna come right here in this club,” Brian strained through gritted teeth.
Freddie looked at him. He was beautifully flushed and his usually hazel eyes were dark and wild in the strobing disco lights. Freddie removed his hand.
“I’m being awfully cruel,” Freddie soothed. “What I really need to do is kiss it and make it better,” Freddie sighed, easing to his knees beneath the table. “Scoot up for me sweetheart,” Freddie said as he tapped Brian’s inner thigh. “Gonna get you off now.”
Brian’s cheeks burned as he parted his knees, scooting forward in the darkened booth. He could feel the air hit his cock, followed by Freddie’s warm breath, and he had to grip the seat to stop the full body tremor that went through him.
Freddie licked the underside of Brian’s cock, his tongue tracing a vein before pressing the flat of it to Brian’s slit. The shudder that went through him when he sank down onto Brian, tasting the bitter saltiness of him, digging his nails into the meat of his thighs, sent shockwaves down his spine.
In the dark of the floor under the table, his senses were heightened. He could feel Brian’s heat, the press and slide of him in his throat, could smell Brian’s musk, the sweat and salt of him, could see the whites of his knuckles shining in the dark.
A heavy hand suddenly caressed his head, silking the strands through his dexterous fingers. Freddie hummed around Brian, bobbing his head as he took himself into his hand.
“I love you,” Brian whispered, “and not because you have my cock in your mouth.”
Freddie squeezed Brian’s thighs, hollowing his cheeks around Brian until he was thrusting up into his mouth. His hand on his own cock sped up, gathering the precum and smoothing it down his member to help ease the way.
Freddie pulled off him, breathing heavy. “I know you do,” he said, and the little puffs of breath alone on the head of his cock was enough to send Brian spiraling. “How you doing up there?”
“Nearly gone,” Brian breathed. “You put your mouth back on me I’m done for Fred.”
Freddie smiled. “Good.”
“Hey,” Brian said, catching his hand. “Did you mean what you said Fred? There won’t be any others?”
Freddie placed a gentle kiss to his inner thigh. “Only you, my darling. Every night for the rest of our lives. That is, if you’ll have me.”
Brian stroked Freddie’s hair. “Always, Freddie. Forever,” as he felt the heat of Freddie’s mouth, and the music coursing through his body and the alcohol throbbing in his veins.
How Did It End Up Like This? (”Mr. Brightside” Roger Taylor x Reader) Final Chapter
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a/n: I’M SO SORRY FOR BEING ABSENT FOR SO LONG. ALSO I FEEL LIKE THIS ENDING IS TRASH, I JUST DIDN’T PLAN ON THIS BEING SUPER LONG. I AM THINKING ABOUT WRITING OTHER STUFF (maybe a joe/deaky piece) AFTER THIS, LEMME KNOW WHAT Y’ALL THINK.
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pairing: roger taylor x reader
word count: 1.5k
Fuck who ever was banging on his door at this hour. They were seconds away from getting a drumstick jammed up their backside. Roger’s head throbbed as he pulled himself into a sitting position. Bleary eyes landed on the naked figure curled on the other side of his bed, and he scowled. One night stands never felt like a good idea in the morning. Tossing his legs over the edge of the mattress, he pulled on his abandoned briefs to regain his modesty before shuffling to the relentless pounding.
“Fuckin’ heard you the first time mate…” he groaned as he yanked the door open, only to feel his insides twist.
There she stood, in her familiar professional wear and she looked breathtaking. Drinking in her appearance was halted instantly when Roger locked eyes with her fearful gaze. He then noticed the photos in her hands. They were pictures from last night, and the smirk that crossed his lips made her expression go aghast. But he couldn’t help it. They were delicious. Her wanton body moulded completely against his own as he gripped her like she was about to be tugged away. His grin left instantly when she shoved the thin film forcefully against his chest.
“What the hell do we do about this?” His hand clasped over hers that was pressing the offensive images against his skin.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” His morning voice scratched his raw throat and he ached for a cup of tea in bed...preferably with her snuggled up beside him. But not right now, not when she was cross with him.
“John Reid...your manager, ran these by me this morning. Some prick took them last night and is threatening to release them to the press.”
Roger wondered if it was incredibly rude that none of the words she was saying meant shit to him, because he was much more preoccupied with admiring the way her eyelashes fluttered as she blinked. His distraction was interrupted as she brushed past him into his room, her voice lessening in strength.
“He’s demanding a fuck ton of money, Taylor. And he’ll probably hold on to the negatives, sell them after we’ve settled…all over a stupid...kiss...” Her eyes trained on the moving form tangled in sheets across the room as she trailed off. The oblivious third party slowly pulled on her garment from the night before. Painful silence filled the air as a short dress was dragged up long tan legs. After slipping into towering stilettos, she effortlessly waltzed across the floor to place an open mouthed kiss to Roger’s grimacing face.
“Don’t be a stranger…” she cooed, shooting a glance of indifference towards the other female before exiting. The drummer’s heartbeat mimicked that of his instrument as tension deafened the room. He opened his mouth, preparing to charm his way out of the situation.
“Drop it.” The woman standing across from him locked their gaze with fierce intensity. “Listen, I know that you are perfectly fine with acting upon impulses not considering their consequences, but while you’ll forget about last night, I have a boyfriend...a career! And now I’ll just be known as another one of your one night stands.”
She gestured wildly towards the door which her example had just departed. She couldn’t continue to look at him partially out of disgust, but mainly out of the fear that she’d be met with the apathetic glare she had always seen Roger’s heartbroken girls receive. She had denied, no refused, her feelings for the drummer ever since he’d taken to giving her attention. She knew nothing good could come from falling in love with a rockstar who had a wandering eye. And although her job wasn’t under a strict contract, Reid banging on her hotel door that morning was evidence enough that fooling around was not acceptable. And protecting her heart. Dating Jonathan was safe. He was a promise of security and faithfulness, no matter how terribly dull he was. Roger was irresponsible. He was egotistical. He was temperamental...He was kissing her. When did he start kissing her?
She was so enraptured in her racing thoughts she wasn’t coherent to the blonde’s fingers wrapping firmly around her wrist. Her lack of resistance made it effortless to tug her flush against his warm chest. Like magnets, his mouth found hers in a kiss very different than their first.
They were sober, they were alone, and he had things to prove. That last night was something he was never going to forget. That her touch is the only one he ever wanted to feel. That he wanted to be stripping her dress off at the end of the night, not off some random fan. That nothing made him more sick to his stomach than imagining her being kissed, embraced, adored by some other man. And that he was so terribly sorry that it took his ardent jealousy to open his eyes.
That he wanted her.
His brows cinched tightly together as his palms flat against her back pressed her hopelessly closer. Her lips pulling away from his caused one of his hands to shoot up and clutch the side of her cheek, keeping her in place. Her breath washed over his chin in warm huffs as his eyelids trembled open. She still wasn’t looking at him, her gaze cast downward as she quietly drew in air.
“...’m sorry...” his faint hearted tone caught the photographer off guard as her eyes locked on his. Their shade of blue could teach the sky a thing or two she thought, now that she was able to admire them at proximity. The calloused pad of his thumb separated a small lock of hair framing her face, allowing it to wrap around his worn skin.
“I...Jonathan-”
“Don’t say his name. I don’t want you to say his name.” Roger’s grip tightened ever so slightly, as if only the mention of the other male would rip her from his arms. His tongue darted across his lips anxiously before his jaw clenched tightly. All he could do was let his gaze dance across her face, swearing that every pore of her skin reminded him of a paint stroke in a masterpiece. He cursed himself for never taking the time before to count the beauty marks that flecked across her features.
Why was this so hard?
He had millions of things he wanted to tell her, but none of the words crossing his mind were enough. He wanted her, obviously. In so many ways. But what could he offer for the most extraordinary woman. Someone who he foolishly never gave the time of day that she deserved. He wanted to promise her a relationship. With stability, faithfulness, and comfort. But as he stared into her eyes that held fire to mask vulnerability, it was obvious that was not who he was. Raw emotion mixed with a painful hangover made his voice discordant.
“I’m not enough for you...but I could try.”
He didn’t know what else to say but the truth. She was worth it. Trying. The shaky breath she released was difficult to interpret, as his celeste eyes frantically searched her face. What didn’t settle right in his stomach was when she turned her head, her forehead wrinkling in strife.
“Roger…”
“I’m a fuck up. I can’t control my jealousy, and seeing him...doing everything I’ve wanted to do...I was a prick. I just want you to always be by me. Taking your gorgeous pictures. Taking the piss with the lads. Distracting me from the wings.”
Now Roger couldn’t stop talking. He was desperate, words spilling out at lightning speed. His calloused hands reached out for her, gripping her upper arms tenderly. When she stiffened under his touch, he realized it was over. He’d lost her, and all he could do was admit defeat.
“But what I want isn’t what you deserve. You deserve a bloke who will ask you out on proper dates, not drunkenly snog you in a seedy club. You deserve more than that. University graduates. Pressed trousers. Steady job. Not some arse of a drummer who thinks knob instead of his head.”
He allowed his calloused digits to drag down her skin, memorizing how she felt as it would be one of the first and last times he could ever do so. As the tips danced over her wrists, he began to pull away knowing that his embrace was far from wanted. That’s why when her fingers reached forwards to intertwine with his, his grip was limp from shock. His gaze travelled from their touch meet her surprisingly affectionate stare.
“Maybe what I deserve isn’t what I want.”
His jaw slack, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth in a minute grin.
“You-”
“Did you really need to have a diva fit to realize that in my eyes no one will ever replace you?”
Her teasing jest was all it took for him to tug her tightly against his chest with his hands encasing the sides her of her face. Roger had one more thing to prove. It was that there would never be another man who would take her breath away like he could.
