How one that takes place during the nude photoshoot Queen did? And reader is a member of the band and she has to take her bra off for the shoot. And of course all the boys are going to stare at her. But Brian feels differently because he likes her and he gets a little jealous of all the boys staring at her. Then after the shoot is over Brian pins her against the wall and makes out with her and admits that he likes her and she says she likes him too and he keeps kissing her until Roger walks in
She Makes Me- (Brian May x Reader) Oneshot
A/N: I am so sorry this took so long!! Thank you all for being patient.
Warnings: Definitely some smutty scenes. Nothing really intense though.
Word Count: 1.6 K+ (I know it’s short I’m sorry guys :(( )
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As a part of the band, you never felt awkward around the guys even though you were the only girl. Everything just seemed normal. So you really didn’t think there’d be any problems with you doing the nude photo shoot. It was per Freddie’s request- his friend Mick Rock would be the photographer as he had been for all your other shoots. The other three guys weren’t thrilled about the shoot, but you felt like it’d be liberating- like it’d help to get rid of toxic masculinity. Before the shoot, Mick had pulled you aside.
“You know, Y/N. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I know. But I really do. And besides, you can’t just photograph ⅘ of the band and say you did a Queen photoshoot.” You laughed.
“Well, I guess you’re right there. But all the guys are stripping to their underwear. The whole point of this shoot is to have it be topless. I mean we’ll take the photos tastefully, but everyone on the set will probably, you know. See you.”
“That’s alright. I’m comfortable with the guys. It should be fine. Thanks though.” You smiled, heading to your dressing room to get ready.
Someone came in to do your hair and makeup, just lightly styling your hair and putting dark eyeshadow around your eyes as they’d done for the other four after applying your face makeup. As a woman, naturally you took longer to get ready than the guys, so by the time you had stripped to your black thong and put on your robe, the guys were already out on the floor practicing.
“This is stupid!” Roger sighed.
“Oh hush, you look fine, Darling.” Freddie huffed.
“We look stupid!” He sighed.
“I’ve got to admit, I’m with Rog.” Brian said.
“Well, if anything, we’re basically seductively touching each other in our underwear as we pose for pictures, so at least it shows how comfortable we are with each other.” John added, earning nods from the other members and yourself.
“Ah, look! Our princess has arrived!” Freddie proclaimed as he noticed your presence.
“Hi Fred,” You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Now let’s get this done.” You said as you took off your robe and threw it to the side, immediately silencing the bickering. The four of them were looking at you in awe. “What? I know this isn’t the first time you’ve all seen a woman.”
“Yeah, Love, but it’s the first time we’ve, y’know.” Brian blushed.
“The first time we’ve ever seen you naked, he means.” Roger added, his friend punching him because of his brash comment.
“I didn’t think it’d be a problem. We all basically live together.” You laughed awkwardly.
No one responded. They all just awkwardly stared at you, Freddie scratching the back of his neck.
“Alright then guys stop staring at her!” Brian exclaimed, slapping Roger on the back of his head.
“So are we taking the photos or not?” Mick asked.
“We’re taking the photos.” You said, walking over to stand in front of the backdrop.
Mick directed you to sit on a stool centered behind where Roger and Freddie sat with Brian and John behind your so it created levels. Everyone seemed slightly on edge, making you roll your eyes at their ridiculousness. You felt Brian tense up behind you. Little did you know, even though your arms and Freddie and Roger’s bodies covered your breasts, from his angle he could see everything.
Everything.
And being incredibly attracted to you, it absolutely killed him.
Throughout many poses, you were pressed up to the guys, facing them, or in the perfect viewing spot for them to see your almost entirely nude body, but as the hours of photo shoots progresses, they got more comfortable. When you had finished the last photo, and turned to the guys for celebratory high fives, you got one from all the boys except for Brian, who did everything to avoid you. To try to make you not look at him.
“Bri,” You teased, “Don’t you still like me?”
He stuttered to find a response, briefly turning toward you as he grabbed his robe, and then you noticed.
You knew the guys were well endowed, but there was no way he had that much of a bulge without being-
Oh.
He was hard.
And you were pretty sure it wasn’t because of one of the boys.
Well, that explains a lot.
You turned away awkwardly; not sure of what to say. You walked to your dressing room, not a moment later hearing the door to Brian’s slam shut next to you. Your mind was racing as you paced back and forth, still in your robe and thong.
Does he like me?
Why didn’t I say anything?
Does he know I like him to?
If we do anything, what will happen to the band?
You caught your reflection in the mirror, pulling yourself out of your head.
‘C’mon, Y/N. You’ve liked him for ages. Time to go get your man. You told yourself, walking out of your room completely determined to reveal your feelings to him. You knocked on the door next to you, only receiving a muffled, “Who is it?”
“Me,” you replied. “Can I come in?”
You heard him mumble a response as you opened the door. He’d put on a pair of trousers, but still had a shirt off as he looked out the window, a sad look on his face. Probably from the way everything had just played out between the two of you.
“Hey, Bri? I- um. I’m sorry.” You said, closing the door behind you as you slowly walked over to him.
He laughed in annoyance at your apology. “You’re sorry? I’m the one who should be apologizing. I'm the one who made a bloody fool of myself.”
“No you didn’t,” you smiled, placing a hand on his arm.
“What?”
“I just didn’t know what to say before, Bri. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, y’know?”
“Tell me what?” He sighed.
“That I feel the same way, silly.” You smiled.
“Yeah, right. And pigs can fly.” He scoffed.
“No, really-” he cut you off as he stood from the window sill from agitation, walking to the other side of you so that he was facing you, his body now closer to the door, as you were closer to the window.
“Say, Y/N, how do you even know if I have feelings for you?”
“Well- um, I, I kinda, you know. Saw it.”
“Oh my god,” he groaned in embarrassment, running his hands through his hair as his face turned red.
“Hey, hey,” you said, grabbing his hands to calm him down. “Like I said, I feel the same way.”
“Really?”
Instead of answering him, you decided to show him, reaching up to caress his face with one hand while the other laid on his chest as you closed the space between your lips. At first you could feel his shock, but he quickly closed his eyes and relaxed, his hands going around your waste as the kiss soon deepened.
“I’ve been dreaming of this day as long as I’ve known you,” he confessed through kisses.
You moaned at his confession as your lips reconnected once again, passionately moving as they intertwined perfectly. His hands found the tie of your robe, pulling it as his other hand helped it slide off your shoulders, stepping back a moment to admire your body.
“So perfect,” he whispered as he caressed your cheek in his hand. Another ran down your body, lovingly squeezing your breast and then continuing down your side and to the back as both his hands began to knead your ass, his lips reconnecting with yours as he groaned, “God, I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” Which made you giggle.
He pushed you into the walk to the left of the windows as you jumped up, your arms now around his neck and legs hooked around his waist, his hands still not leaving your behind.
He started to trail kisses up your jaw and down your neck, soon finding the spot that made you moan the most, your head quickly tipping back in ecstasy. Not a moment later you heard,
“Hey, Bri, are we still going to the bar in a few min-” as Roger burst through the door, shocked at the sight of the two of you, mouth hanging open in surprise.
You and Brian were equally as shocked as well, Brian turning so that he was still holding you, but he was facing Roger to conceal your breasts.
Brian finally broke the silence, “I’m, uh, kinda busy here, mate.” He laughed nervously.
“Uh, right, yeah.” Roger smiled, nervously laughing as he scratched the back of his head. “Alright I’ll go now, oh and hi Y/N.” He said, making you laugh as he closed the door behind him.
Brian turned you back to the wall as he smiled at you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he trailed kisses up your jaw and down your neck, seductively humming, “Now where were we?” Into the spot he was working on just moments before the two of you were interrupted.
Not a moment later the door opened again, “Oh, and by the way, I totally knew this was gonna happen. Like you two getting together, I mean.” Roger said upon his second entrance.
“Roger, leave!” The two of you said in unison as he slammed the door shut while muttering apologies, causing you and Brian to laugh before reconnecting your lips.
“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” with joe PLZZZZ MY HEART WILL EXPLODE
Fluff:
13. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
[p.s.: any of my attempts at opening beer bottles like i’ve mentioned always fail, but my girlfriend recently taught me this method and it works with her, so it must work, yeah?]
This wasn’t unusual. For the past three months, you’d found yourself wound up next to Joe at the end of every party.
Ben was notorious for throwing the best raves. And best friend duties dictate that you have to go to each one. Ben had introduced you to Joe as soon as he’d met him himself, asking you to ‘mingle’ before rushing off to mingle himself.
Joe was charming. He was beyond charming. He always knew what to say, when to say it and how to say it. Whatever he did always left you in a fit of giggles, and Joe smirking, satisfied. Over the course of the past three months, you’d managed to get closer to Joe than you’d thought possible.
You’d learned that he was a big Yankees fan. He loved corndogs and was also a certified Upstate Snob.
And given his usual antics, you found yourself absolutely untaxed as he told you the story of how he once scaled the side of his aunt’s building at twenty. You were both in Ben’s kitchen. You were sitting cross-legged on the island, Joe fumbling around the kitchen to find bottle openers for your beers, slightly buzzed.
You chuckled, blinking softly, “Gimme,” you made grabby hands towards Joe, who scoffed before handing you a beer bottle. You expertly held it at the edge of the island, hitting the cap with your palm and popping the bottle open.
Joe walked over, open-mouthed, mirroring your actions. He groaned when he was unable to open his bottle, handing it over to you with a side-eye. He climbed onto the counter and took the beer from your hand, lightly clinking it with yours.
“It’s so nice,” he said after a few quiet sips.
“What is?” You put your hand behind you, leaning into it.
“You can open bottles with just your hands,” he punctuated his words with his index finger pressed to his thumb. You only giggled in response. “It’s true,” Joe continued.
“Sure, Joey,” you humoured him.
“You’re so good, ya know?” He sniffed, leaning into you, “You’re smart,” he whispered, “And really pretty. And— oh! And your hair is beautiful,” he smiled, tugging on a lock of your hair and letting it go, amused.
You exhaled sharply as Joe rested his head on your shoulder, sighing in satisfaction. You touched your head to his, your heartbeat picking up at Joe’s affirmations.
“Are you flirting with me, Mazzello?” You joked. You knew Joe was way out of your league.
Joe lifted his head to look at you, surprised, and for just a second, you wondered if you crossed a line. “You noticed?” He said softly, the corners of his lips curled up in a smile.
“Huh?” You shifted away from him, blinking, as if it would help you understand him better.
“God,” Joe rubbed the heel of his palm into his eye, “I’ve been flirting for weeks.”
“What?”
“I thought you’d never notice, so I just stopped hoping you would.”
“You’ve been flirting with me?”
Joe nodded, a soft smile on his face, leaning in close. “Should I stop?”
“Please don’t,” you giggled, the sound of your heart beating loud in your ears, “Keep going,” you mumbled. He was so close to you.
“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” Joe asked, his eyelashes touching yours as he tried to look at you.
You only nodded as you pushed your lips onto his, setting your beer bottle down carelessly and grabbing his face with both your hands. Joe sighed against your lips, clearly as satisfied as you. “Finally,” he chuckled sweetly.
summary: ben receives the casting call to be in bohemian rhapsody
warnings: my lame attempt at fluff ;((
word count: 569
author’s note: bc i am unoriginal and literally have writer’s block huhu i suck. i love ben so much like uGh I LOVE THIS MAN!!!!
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i bounce my leg up and down in anticipation, staring at ben’s phone that was placed on the coffee table in front of us.
i feel ben shift his position beside me for the hundredth time since the past 30 minutes. frankie whines when he does so, forcing her to adjust from her comfortable position on his lap.
several months ago, ben auditioned for the role of roger taylor in the new upcoming biofilm about queen, ‘bohemian rhapsody’ and ever since they told ben that they would call sometime this month, we’ve both been anticipating the call.
i will admit that ben is a really good actor and he could get any role he wants, but i can’t help but be anxious for him. i know how much he wants his role and my heart would break if he didn’t get the part.
i hear ben sigh. “(y/n), we’ve been waiting for hours and they still haven’t called yet.”
“ben, darling, be patient. they’ll call you.”
“but what if they don’t?” he says, frowing. “i had a lot of hope and confidence that i’ll get the part, but i’m starting to honestly lose hope.”
i mirror the frown on his face and cup his cheeks with my hands. “ben, don’t be like that. the more you say things like that, the chances of it happening will increase.”
i press my forehead against his and move my hands to the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. “plus, you have a lot of opportunities and have a bright future.” i softly kiss his forehead and side hug him, making sufe not to disturb frankie who is sleeping on his lap. “you’ll get it. trust me.”
he opens his mouth to say something, but before he could say anything, his phone rings.
we immediately turn our attention towards the vibrating cellphone on the coffee table and ben frantically stands up and picks it up. he looks at the screen and his eyes go wide.
“it’s them!” he says in utter surprise. “go answer it!” i say rather impatiently and motion for him to answer the phone. he finally presses answer and brings the phone to his ear. “h-hey,” he greets, anxiety evident in his voice.
i couldn’t hear what they were saying on the other line and it didn’t help that ben expression was the same all throughout the call. at one point of the call, i swear that i see his eyes twinkle in excitement, but i couldn’t be sure.
“sure. yeah, okay. thank you.”
he ends the call and he looks at me with no expression at all.
“so? what did they say?” i ask, expecting the bad news, but his face lights up and a wide grin plasters on his face.
“i got the part.”
i squeal in happiness and stand up to hug him, but he beat me to it and picked me up from the ground, spinning me around the living room as we both laugh out loud.
when he finally puts me down, i squeal once more and excitedly hug him. “i’m so proud of you, darling! i can’t wait to see you on screen,” i say against his chest.
“this is so surreal. i’m going to be playing as roger taylor.”
“well, you know what they say, fortune favors the bold.” ben chuckles and kisses me, smiling into the kiss.
@killer-queen-xo requested this too, thanks, ladies!!
Angst 10: “Do you even still love me?”
Ben had been in your room for hours. It was starting to get difficult to give him his space now.
He’d come home from his trip to his parents’ about six hours ago, and — without a proper greeting to you — had locked himself in your room demanding some ‘alone time.’ You knew not to argue with that. We all have our days, and if Ben was feeling like he needed some time to himself, you’d give him that.
But it was starting to get tough. Not one sound had come out of the room. Maybe he had fallen asleep or…
No. No. Nothing had happened. Ben was just fine.
Only… drained from his trip. Yeah.
It was the loud thud that came from the room that was impossible to ignore. You shut your laptop, getting up quickly. You knocked on your door four times, following it up with a, “Benny?”
You were sure you heard a sniffle. “Benny? Baby?”
“No,” was all Ben said. He clearly was not ready to see you yet.
“Baby,” you hesitated, “I… need my laptop charger. It’s on my nightstand.”
The door opened, and there stood Ben, looking run down as ever. His eyes were bloodshot, nose and cheeks red, and his hands shook at his sides. “Please take it and go,” he whispered.
“No.” When Ben looked up at you, he looked miserable. “Ben, please.”
“What?” If you were any farther away from Ben, you’d have missed what he said completely.
“Please, can we talk?”
Ben’s eyes widened at that, his head shaking lightly, “What about?”
“Just… things? We should talk.”
Ben visibly hesitated. He took a few steps back, as if trying to get away from you.
“Benny, I’m on your side, baby.” You cooed, holding one hand out to him, “Please?”
After a few minutes of coaxing, Ben was finally laying on the bed, his head in your lap. He had his eyes closed as he let you run your fingers through his hair, and you could tell it was helping to soothe him.
“Benny, something’s wrong, isn’t it?” You sighed when your boyfriend shook his head like a petulant child. “I know something’s wrong Ben, it pains me to see you like this.”
“You don’t want to know.”
“I really do.”
Finally, Ben’s soft voice spoke up, “My parents.”
“What about them?” You knew there were unresolved matters amongst themselves, and those sometimes took their toll on Ben’s mental health. “Are they okay?”
“The entire time I was there,” he choked out, “they just fought. I was there to see them, and all they did was fight about things. About how I was the way I was because of the other.”
You could only manage a soft, “What?” as you waited for Ben to continue.
“It’s like,” he let out a loud sob, fisting the material of your shirt tight in his hands. “It’s like they hate the person I am. The person I’ve become.”
“N—”
“It’s like they hate me, Y/N.”
Ben was in pain. You could see it. He was hurting, and it was because of the two people who were supposed to love him the most. His body shook as he cried, his face buried into your side. As you rested your hand on his neck, you could feel the intense heat.
“Benny,” you tried, trying to get him to sit upright.
“No, it’s not fair!” Ben shouted, sitting up straight all of a sudden. “Why does everyone get amazing childhoods with amazing parents and I get people who hate me.”
“They don’t—”
“I just feel like such a failure around them.”
You didn’t know there were tears in your eyes till there was one rolling down your cheek. You kept quiet, since you didn’t want to trigger Ben further.
“Y/N?” Ben asked slowly. Almost meekly.
“Yeah, baby?” Your voice was soft, an attempt at comforting Ben the best you could.
“Do you even still love me?”
“What?” Your head had snapped toward Ben incredulously before you could stop yourself.
“I’m sorry, I just really really need to kn—” Ben couldn’t finish, because before he could, you had pulled his hands to your chest. You pressed a small kiss to the knuckles of each hand. “I’m sorry,” Ben whispered once more, unable to make eye contact with you.
“Ssh, Benny, no,” you cooed, scooting closer till you were able to wrap your arms around him and pull him into your chest, “I love you so much. More than you even know.”
Ben nodded with his face buried in the crook of your neck, his hands coming to grip your sides. “I’m sorry.”
“No, baby, you don’t have to be sorry. We all have our moments. But I’m here for your moments. For all of them. For the good and the bad.”
It sounded like Ben let out a happy sound, still stuck in a sob. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, Ben.” You pried his face from your neck, holding it tenderly with both hands. Your thumbs swiped under his eyes, wiping away stray tears. “I love you.” You smiled, connecting your foreheads.
“I love you, Y/N, you’re the best.” Ben smiled back as he pressed a small kiss to your lips.
brian’s daughter, the reader, works as the movement coach for borhap
becoming friends with ben on the internet
ben comforts an insecure reader
a first date with ben
how the borhap boys react to a spider in the room
ben serenades you with a song over face time
male reader softness :’)
being nervous to meet ben’s family
dancing with ben!
adopting a puppup with ben
a drizzly saturday morning with ben and your daughter
baking headcanons
angry kiss
kiss on a dare
“have you seen my hoodie?” “nooo.” “you’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
“do you even still love me?”
Joe Mazzello
the reader takes care of a sick joe
how the borhap boys react to a spider in the room
how joe would react if you got angry at him
friends to lovers; joe gets jealous after gwil tries asking you out
baking headcanons
exhausted parents kiss
“are you flirting with me?” “you finally noticed?”
“i think you might be my soulmate?” + “you come here often?” “well, i work here, so i’d have to say yes.”
“is the cat in a onesie?” “uh, no?”
“i can’t wait till we’re living together.”
being joe’s date to a wedding
Gwilym Lee
the boys help the reader pick out a dress for a wedding
waiting for gwil to come home from work
curling up with gwil after a long day of work
how the borhap boys react to a spider in the room
being too short to reach a book in the library so gwil helps you out
gwil taking your twelve-year old golfing for the first time // part 2
baking headcanons
one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, and then devouring each other
“are you hurt?” “no” “then why are there bruises all over your face?” + “why are you lying to me?”
Rami Malek
rami taking you to the museum and being enchanted by you
baking headcanons
Brian May
brian helps the reader with her stress
a study date with brian
forbidden kiss
John Deacon
kiss where one person is sitting in the other’s lap
“we can never be together” kiss
“go with me?” + “as long as you let me hold your hand.”
Roger Taylor
roger tries to come to the reader’s rescue
roger getting shy to introduce you to the band
“oh, you’re jealous!” + “am i your lockscreen? - you weren’t supposed to see that” + “please just kiss me already.”
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tagging my permanent tags, since i didn’t in any of my recent headcanons: @lv7867 @fatbottomedguys @unbound-chaos @bensrhapsody @mrsmazzello @lovesaweed @cruelmooon @spacedust1124719 @toomuchtellyneck @danamaleksworld @melinas-eyeliner @itsalreadybroken @suredontwannagohome @mexifangorl @a-kind-of-magik @classy-fangirl @johnmazello
Hi! Could I request a hc with each of the boys for if you’ve been angry with them and how they would react? Thanks! (If you’re taking requests that is!)
i ended up doing only joe, i felt stuck when i tried to work with ben, gwil or rami, sorry bout that! also, this is a drabble instead of a headcanon!
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work was hard.
like every other day, your boyfriend joe had just come home to find his girlfriend hunched over her laptop, trying to finish up expense reports. he called for you, an unmissable cheer in his voice.
"y/n," he slid on his socks to the back of your chair, tugging on it. the chair got dragged back by the sheer force, pulling you out of your train of thought. "joe, what is it?" you half-turned around, one hand still running over the keys of your laptop.
"do you want to spend some time with me? please?" joe grinned wide, blinking softly.
"work," you said through gritted teeth. without giving him anything else to work with, you were back to work, trying not to think of your cheerful joey sitting down in the chair next to you.
"how much longer are you going to need?"
"much longer." it was hard concentrating on work and joe's responses at the same time.
"well, i was hoping i could catch up with my girlfriend today, over a nice dinner, maybe ice cream, but no..."
"dinner and ice cream will have to wait." you were starting to get frustrated. work -- and getting it done on time -- was important to you.
"hm. i guess i'll have to watch real housewives all by myself, then."
"go ahead." one of your foot tapped the ground furiously, trying to diffuse your anger in an inconspicuous manner.
"i should go. my date is waiting. i'm going on a date, y/n. with real housewives. and wine."
the sound of joe's chair dragging on the floor was what did it for you. you couldn't help but scream, slamming your laptop shut and shouting joe's name. "back off, man!"
joe looked taken aback, and for good reason too.
"i have to get this stuff done. it can't wait. like your dumb show can." you growled, maintaining your gaze at joe. "and okay, go watch that show. i really don't care right now, joe!"
joe only blinked once, nodding softly. "okay. i'll wait for you on the couch," he said, surprisingly calm, before shuffling out of the dining area.
you knew joe was hurt. anyone would be hurt if they were spoken to like that. you'd definitely be. and you wanted to follow him to the couch and apologize. but it really would have to wait.
when you finally finished work, it took you a couple of minutes to get up from your seat. there was no sound coming from the living room, so it seemed like joe was sitting in complete silence. you still felt horrible.
you slowly made your way to the living room. your heart broke a little when you saw joe curled up on the couch, the throw blanket draped over his body. he didn't hear you come in; his eyes were closed.
you crouched down next to him, your heart beating faster than usual for some reason. "joey?" you whispered.
joe opened his eyes instantly. a warm smile spread on his face the moment he saw you. he didn't seem offended by your outburst at all. "hi, beautiful." he whispered back.
you smiled guiltily, running your index finger up and down his nose. "i'm sorry, joey."
"what for?" joe shuffled, still staying laying down.
"for screaming at you like that. you're probably mad."
joe's smile only got warmer. more fond. he opened his arms, "come here."
hesitantly, you laid down next to him on the tiny couch, feeling the warmth of joe's body and the blanket envelop you.
"i'm not mad," joe's smooth voice said, his lips right next to your ear. his arms were wrapped tightly around you, squeezing tighter when he said the words.
"really?"
"yeah. i was surprised, i'm not going to lie, but i'm not mad."
"wait a second," you mumbled, carefully trying to turn around in his grip. you could only lay down with your noses touching on the little couch. "how are you not mad?"
joe let out a shap breath through his nose, "i know how important your job is to you. you love it, don't you?"
you nodded, "but it gets stressful."
"and when you love your job, you have to deal with that." joe finished for you. "i understand that. my job gets stressful too. you're just not on set to see the madness." he grinned.
you giggled, feeling a little better at joe's acceptance. "still, i'm really sorry."
"it's okay, baby." joe pressed a kiss to your nose, proceeding to knock his nose against yours right after.
"you're the best," you closed your eyes. "i love you."
joe's lips came to each of your eyes, one gentle kiss on each eyelid, "and i love you. so so much."
"you promise you're not mad?" you asked once more, to quell your overactive mind.
"say it one more time, i dare you." joe widened his eyes dramatically.
you smirked, "you're not... mad?" you dragged out your syllables.
"that's it. i'm mad." joe fake-huffed, raising his nose up in the air.
you giggled, hitting joe playfully. "does this mean you're going to watch real housewives without me?" you asked, biting down on your bottom lip.
"you want me to watch real housewives without you, don't you?" the goofball challenged.
you let out a whine, dragging a finger along joe's hairline, "i'm not saying i want you to, i'm saying i wouldn't mind it..."
"i'm afraid i'm not watching it without you, miss," joe drawled in a southern accent.
"aaah," you groaned, making sure to make it extra-sad.
"you're stuck with me forever, darling." joe squeezed his arms around you. "whether you like it or not."
"and you with me," you pecked him on the lips, "no matter how angry i get all the time."
"i wouldn't have it any other way, my love."
based on a request by @benhardyhasmyhearty : Could I request very soft Ben for early morning sex? i have strayed MASSIVELY from the original request, i am aware, but when i say i cannot write smut you dont know the half of it sis. hope you enjoy this anyway, dearie!
also, because i saw a post on @loverboyrog ‘s page (although they have no idea i exist lol) about very little gender-neutral oneshots, this one is!!! gender!! neutral!!
fluffy morning ben x gender neutral!reader, around 350 words; alludes to sex
Sundays were always nice. You got to truly relax, order some takeout and watch The Office reruns.
But what made this Sunday special was the man next to you. His warmth. You were waking up to that warmth after such a long time. You smiled, wrapping your arms tighter around your boyfriend’s torso.
“Waking up, are we?” Ben’s morning voice said, shifting slightly to face you.
You opened your eyes, looking up at him sleepily. “Good morning, Benjamin.”
Ben smiled back, kissing you on the forehead. “Good morning, stinkbreath.”
“You don’t smell like flowers yourself,” you countered playfully, letting his mouth fall on yours.
“I don’t mind it,” Ben whispered into the kiss, pulling your face closer to his with a hand on your neck. You let yourself get carried into the kiss, throwing a leg over Ben’s torso. Ben laughed, placing both hands firmly on your torso, lifting you up and putting you down so you were straddling him.
You leaned down till you were sleeping on Ben, tangling your fingers through his hair. Your lips landed on his again, drawing a low moan from your boyfriend. “You’re such a pretty thing,” Ben said, pulling your face away from his with his giant hands. “How do I keep away, huh?”
You laughed, slightly out of embarrassment, “Stop.”
“I’m afraid we’re far past that, love,” Ben said, his voice husky. He couldn’t stop kissing you. He couldn’t. He needed your hands all over his body. He needed his hands all over yours.
You obliged into all his morning whims, helping him… ahem, alleviate certain pressures.
“Oh, god, Y/N,” Ben moaned into your neck, pulling you closer to him as he finished, “Always so good. You’re always so good to me.”
You laughed, letting your body fall onto Ben’s heaving chest.
“I love you,” Ben whispered right into your ear. His fingers trailed along the other side of your face. “So much.” He brought his fingers to your lips, running them over the outline idly.
“I love you too, Benny.” You drawled, taking Ben completely by surprise by taking his fingers into your mouth.
“My turn.”
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745 words of gwil x reader; nothing but fluffity fluff i tell you.
(i imagine the reader having a science-y profession in this one. in my head she’s getting a phd in some science subject, but you i’ll leave the actual logistics up to you)
Date number six.
Gwilym had taken you to see his favourite play, and you’d brought him back to your apartment, just like the two dates before that. But unlike the other times, you simply drank wine from a single glass and cuddled, talking to each other about everything under the sun.
“You know the U2 song ‘Shadows and Tall Trees?’”
“Hm?” You hummed, drawing circles on the back of his palm, his arm slung over your shoulder as you rested your head on his chest.
“Bono got that name from a chapter of ‘Lord of the Flies.’”
You laughed, looking up at Gwil with a slightly astonished look on your face. “You’re so full of random facts.” You touched his nose with a light tap, causing him to scrunch it up with shut eyes, like an absolutely adorable fool.
“Now you tell me one.” Gwil mused, twirling a strand of your hair in his hand, the other balancing your wine glass on his thigh.
“What?”
“Give me a random fact. Something about science. Surprise me, little miss thing.”
You narrowed your eyes, running your fingers under your chin dramatically. “Did you know,” you began, turning your body so you could look a Gwil properly. “That women’s hearts beat faster than men’s?”
Gwil laughed. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” you whispered, snaking your hand under his shirt, which was more unbuttoned than not. “That is slower than,” you tapped the left side of his chest, proceeding to bring his hand to the left side of your chest, “That.”
Gwil had a fond look on his face. “Amazing,” he whispered back, his volume matching yours.
You giggled. “Is it amazing?”
“You’re amazing.” His hand left your chest, coming up to stroke your cheek. “You’re so amazing.” He pushed you onto his lap with a firm grip on your waist, pulling a little squeal out of you. “You are amazing, Y/N.” He was staring at you in disbelief.
You put your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself. “You mentioned.” You could feel your cheeks heating up.
“No, you don’t get it.” Gwil held onto your arms with either hand. “You’re just… you never cease to amaze me.”
You leaned forward, trying to make your blush less obvious. You planted your lips on his, wrapping your arms around shoulders as his hands came to your waist. You pulled away after a quick moment. “As are you, Mister Lee.” You brushed your nose against his. “Absolutely amazing.”
Gwil shushed you, “Just let me talk about you,” getting you to giggle again. He pulled you away from him to look at you better. “I love you.”
Your eyes widened right in time with the speeding up of your heartbeat. That was the first time he had said that. But you could gauge from his expression that he meant it. He meant every word.
“I love you,” he reiterated, bringing both of his hands to cup your cheeks gently, “I knew from the day I saw you, Y/N. Watching you interact with that dog was all it took.” He said, talking about the day he first saw you in the dog park. You’d gone just to hang out with the animals, despite having any of your own. “I just…” His eyes had glassed over. He bit on his lower lip as he shut his eyes.
You brought your forehead to touch his, hearing his breathing loud and clear in your ears. When he opened his eyes again, he laughed, almost as if he was embarrassed. “I am in love. With you. And I know it’s a little soon — I mean, it is just our sixth date — and I understand that you don’t feel that way yet, but I ha—”
“Hey,” you cut him off, running your hands through the sides of his hair, “Who says I don’t feel that way yet, huh?” You questioned, tightening your grip on his hair. “I love you.” You whispered back, almost afraid as the words left you. “Like never before. You’re just so good to me. I’ve never been treated the way you treat me. Ever.”
“I feel like you’re lying to me about that, because have you met you?” Gwil joked, “But you said you love me too.”
You nod frantically, Gwil laughing happily. “I do. I love you, Gwilym Lee, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
Gwil brushed his hands against your lower lip. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
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