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[likesomekindofcheese]

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

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 1584

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He raised his eyebrows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No problem at all,” he answered.

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

“What is that? Who is it?” he asked.

You smiled, handing him the papers.

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

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

Both of you held up your glasses of wine.

“Should we toast to her?” you asked.

Grigor shook his head.

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

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

Both of you took a first sip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, say that again!” he insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[justiceformeplease]

Ben hardy x reader beach day

Warnings:kinda bad description of getting stung by jellyfish (i never got stung so uh ye)😭 and fluff

Word count: 843

I know it's autumn but there's still a heatwave in my country

You and Ben were at the beach Because of how hot it was, even though you had an umbrella, it felt as if your skin was melting into the blanket you were lying on. While Ben was gone, probably in the water swimming trying to cool off, you really wanted to go ahead and jump into the water, but because of the heat, you felt too exhausted to even get up.

A few minutes went by and you saw Ben run up to you like he wanted something. "Everything OK?" You asked casually, "oh ye ye, you know everything is fine." It went silent for a second. You were about to speak again but you got picked up by Ben bridal style and you squealed in surprise, "what are you doing baby?" You didn't want to go to the water, you didn't want to swim, and you were trying so hard to get out of his tight grasp on you but it was impossible and as he got closer to the shore you held on to him tighter "Ben nooo pleasee!" you begged him to let you go but he didn't budge and all of a sudden you were falling and landed in the water "BEN!" You shrieked trying to chase him down.

You were wrapped in a towel because of how soaked you were, and you had Ben hugging you from the side, laughing lightly. You grumbled, "It's not funny, I look like a wet rat." You grumbled, "It is kinda funny tho." You were pouting and looked at Ben and he just smiled and booped your nose.

After a little bit of drying off, you dragged Ben along with you as you strolled around the beach, stopping frequently to pick lovely shells that you would then show him with a wide grin "Benny!" Ben was admiring the shell you had gathered when you said, "Look at this one, it's so gorgeous" "So pretty." Ben replied admiring the smile on your face. You and Ben continued to walk the beach hand in hand while you both collected shells and you didn't realize he was talking about you, not the shell and how pretty you were.

As you were picking up shells, you were going to pick up another one when all of a sudden you stepped on something and it made your foot sting. "Ouch!" You yelped as Ben, who was a bit behind you, came rushing to your side asking if you were OK. "What happened?" "Did you get hurt?" You looked down to see what you had stepped on, and it was a jellyfish! Ben followed your eyes and saw what you stepped on, so he asked you to sit down on the dry part of the sand so he could see your foot. It was a reddish-purple colour and it was a bit swollen. You were trying to keep it together in tears as it did hurt quite a lot. "Yep, we'll have to cut the leg off, babe." You shrieked, "I'm kidding." Ben laughed, "but we have to get you home so I can put an ice pack on it."

The car ride home was about 20 minutes, so Ben put on some music "Ben this song is so bad change it please" Ben gasped dramatically and put his hand on his chest like somebody had shot him, you giggled "how dare you y/n y/l/n say that this song is bad it's one of the greatest songs to ever be made in history!" You sighed"fine but after this song I'm putting on my song which will be so much better than this weird grandpa music" "GRANDPA MUSIC!" Ben gasped shockingly again "i have never heard such fool language" he tutted, which made you and him laugh together.

When you got to Ben's house, he helped you walk to the couch because it stung anytime you put pressure on your foot. You layed down on the couch, and Ben went to the kitchen to get a pack of ice. When he came back, He sat himself carefully under your legs so your legs were perched up on his lap and he could slowly put the bag of ice on your foot, and as he did, you winced a bit, but you were overcom with the soothing feeling of the ice on your stung foot. Ben decided to turn on a movie to distract you from the pain a bit, maybe.

two hours later, the movie was finished and the sun was already starting to set. Ben looked over at you, about to ask something when he noticed that you had dozed off to sleep. He decided to not disturb you, so he carefully put the ice bag on the coffee table and lifted you up, bridal style, very slowly as to not wake you up. He got to his bedroom and put you down on his bed. After he put you in bed he also got in bed himself and fell asleep with you cuddling together.

I'm thinking about making a Joe mazzello fic maybe?? Idk how do you guys feel about that 🤨

[xexyromero]

Pergunta da lora 🎤: Xexy, vc tbm se sente meio "errada" de escrever/ler sobre os meninos? Pq na teoria eu sou a primeira pessoa a defender os famosos que se incomodam com isso de fic e tal, mas na praticaKKKKKKK afs, na prática eu sou o primeiro a ler🤡🤡 todo dia no tumblr procurando "enzo vogrincic x reader" qnd to no tédio KJKKKKK

Não é hate, juro por Deus 🙏eu só fico com peso na consciência e fiquei pensativo aki, beijao xexy!

(ps: posso ser o anon 🏓?)

(ping)

pong com o anon raquetinha!!!

senta que lá vem textão

quando eu era mais nova eu dizia pra todo mundo que tinha um pacto comigo mesma de JAMAIS em TODA A MINHA VIDA ler fanfic que envolvessem pessoas de verdade pq isso pq aquilo pq eles não gostam e isso não é legal e segui assim até cair com tudo no fandom de queen (sim por conta de bohrap a culpa não foi minha eu sou uma mulher simples)

daí no que eu comecei a entrar de cabeça nesse mundo das fics e imagines e afins, eu fui entendendo que na verdade era uma posição bem boba da minha parte e que, bem honestamente falando, essa parte é provavelmente uma das partes MAIS RESPEITOSAS de qualquer fandom

ninguém aqui fica cavucando informação pessoal dos artistas nas redes sociais (até porque a única fonte que a gente quer e precisa são as vozes da nossa cabeça) e e nem perguntando merda pra eles em live, ninguém manda fanfic pra eles na esperança que eles leiam (até pq eu prefiro morrer que matías recalt sonhar q eu acho q ele gosta de dar o cu) e quando alguém fala ou faz alguma coisa que geral achou paia (tipo fazer fanfic dos sobreviventes) é algo apontado e comentado entre a gente como algo que não se deve/não é legal de fazer

tudo isso e ainda somos totalmente do lema do "não goste não leia", colocamos aviso de conteúdo nas postagens, somos especialmente atentas a possíveis gatilhos para outras pessoas e tal. é tudo tageado bonitinho e dentro de uma plataforma específica (o tumblr) que realmente o artista só vai achar se ele for procurar na internet (o que já foge do nosso controle mas se pipe otaño vier atrás de fanfic dele aqui ele vai saber o q o espera pois SIM está tudo bem tagueadinho seja bem vindo pipe)

essa comunidade aqui do tumblr da gente do BR é uma das comunidades menos tóxicas e mais gentis que eu já fiz parte e olha que eu já fiz parte de fandom grande e pequeno na vida (pois estou nessa desde os 9)

acho que imaginar como seria fazer uma série de coisas com nosso atores (e personagens) favoritos é algo meio natural - e algo que acontece naturalmente quando a gente conversa sobre eles com outras pessoas. "ah eu acho q o enzo tem cara de quem curte belchior" é algo que a gente falaria em uma conversa normal, com uma amiga que também acha ele atrativo. porque não falar sobre isso na internet com uma comunidade maravilhosa que também tem suas próprias opiniões a respeito, sabe?

enfim anon raquetinha eu falei muito mas acho que vc não deve ter vergonha de forma alguma e nem sentir peso na consciência. pense como um grupo de amigas irmãs mulheres conversando sobre algo q elas imaginam/sentem/gostam sobre atores que elas acham atrativos. e muitos dos próprios atores já falaram sobre apreciar o carinho. juani até leu fanfic com o blas em uma das lives.

vamos nos permitiiiiiir

[anne-white-star]

Brian may x reader x roger taylor : holiday disaster

Notes : brian roger and reader are on a holliday near the sea swimming and relaxing. But the calm and peacefull holiday turns to one of worry when reader almost drowns because of a big wave crashing in to her. Takes place during the mid 80s. There might be inacuresies like distance and locations.

Sorry if its a mess but enjoy anyway, also don't mind any spelling mistakes thank you

Words: 2286

Warings : angst and drowning

Finaly summer and you know what that means. Nice weather, staying up late listening to music. And just playing around in general, but summer also ment swimming of course.

Y/n had invited Brian and roger along to go to the beach. John had gone away with his wife on holyday while Freddie stayed at home with his boyfriend jim.

She stood outside freddie's house where they spent the night prior and beeped the horn of her car.

Freddie opend up the window "Oh y/n are you here to pick up roger and Brian?"

"Yes i am we are suposed to go to the beach, could you sent them down?"

"Yeah sure, hey! Your taxi is here you better hurry up And don't keep the lady waiting! They are on their way" he smiled

"Thanks Fred, if i find some Nice shels i take them with me for you"

"Thank you y/n you are an absolute sweetheart" he blew her a kiss. At that moment both Brian and roger walked out the front door and placed their stuff in the back of the car. "Ah there They are".

Jim stood behind Freddie and waved "have fun you three and stay safe near the shore, they said that the waves could be quite high at this time of year".

"Don't worry we will be fine"

"Alright have fun" jim and Freddie closed the window.

"Hey boys" she grind and opend the pasenger side door. Brian sat down next to her.

"Hello y/n"

"Hello doll" said roger as he sat down behind her and kissed her cheek "Nice car"

"Thanks Roger it was my dad's car i got it for my birthday a year ago

"Oh Nice do you know what type it is?"

"If im correct its a Tri-Power… 1958 Bonneville convertible" she started the car and drove of towards the beach (idk where the beach is located but lets pretent its 30 minuts away or so)

"Oh verry Nice indeed" he said and placed his sunglasses on his face And leaned back against the Seat.

"So did you two have a good night at Fred his home?"

This time Brian spoke up "yeah it was alright we watched some telly and drank and eat some Nice food thats all."

"Hmm intresting you two wernt intruding to fred and jim their relation ship wernt you two?"

"Oh god no y/n"

"Just joking bri just joking" she laught, y/n focused on the road again "we will be there in 10 minuts i think"

"Yes finaly swimming"

"Calm down roger" Brian laught

Just as y/n had promiced they had arived in 10 minuts at the beach "We have arived". Roger jumped over the side of the car and grabed the beach ball and placed it in the sand. He pulled his shirt and pants off under it weren his swimming trunks. Brian and y/n did the same. (What you Brian and roger wear )

"Nice shorts guys" she huged Brian from behind

"Looking very Nice yourself princess"

"Why thank you" she plucked the sunglasss from roger his face and put them on "oh wow thats to mutch"

Roger grabed his glases from her hands and put them back on "that are my presciption sunglasses sweetheart"

"I should have known, Anyway lets go and play some beach vollyball"

"Alright who against who?"

"Um me against roger first and then you against roger and then me against you, how does that sound?"

"Sure sounds good, i'll keep the points"

"Alright" y/n nodded and waited thil roger was ready "you are going so down blondie"

"Ha! You think (your nickname)"

"Alright start" y/n trew up the ball and shot it over the net. It went a few times and then she shot it to the ground.

"Outch"

"Roger are you alright?"

"Yeah i am don't worry" he smiled. Once the game between y/n and roger was over she won with 5 against 3.

"Alright your turn brian" brian took her place and took his stand. "Ready?"

"Yep" he nodded

"Alright may the best win"

"Its on poodle"

"Hey! Oh you are so going to get it rog" he smirked

The boys played for about 6 minuts thill it was over. It was 4 against 4.

"Alright who makes the next point wins" they both noded, Brian threw up the ball over the net. It went over and over for about 1 minut. Roger won

"Yes!"

"Well done rog, now you and me bri" they both took their stands once again and started the game. Once again 6 minuts later the game was over Brian had won by 5 against 3

"Good game y/n" he smiled

"Thanks" she wiped her face with a towel "Man its really hot ugh"

"Want to go swimming?"

Y/n took off her hat and placed it in her car "Yes i would love to" they all walked to the sea. "Cold cold cold"

Both Brian and roger laughed "yeah no shit y/n"

"Shut up rog" she laughed and splased him

"Hey! My hair, you are going to pay"

"Then you have to get me first." She ran further in to the water

"Be carefull the waves can be quite high" but y/n and roger dint hear him "guys come back don't go to far!"

Y/n had gone in thil her shoulders "try to get me now roger!"

"Roger she really needs to come back" Brian looked concerned

"Y/n! Come back its not save!"

"What?!" All of a sudden a big shadow fell over her, a big wave crashed in to her taking her under.

"Y/n!!" Both roger and Brian screamed as they tried to get to her

Y/n tried to swim up but couldnt wave after wave crashed in on her. She tried to breath but instead she took a big gulp of water in. Y/n was panicking and couldnt breath. She thought of brian and roger how she was going to leave them behind now. Y/n let go of her last breath as the sank to the bottom.

Roger and brian swam to her once they reached her, roger went under and picked her out the water. Both Brian and roger got back to the shore "brian go get help i try cpr we need a ambulance" Brian nodded and ran to get help

"God y/n please don't die on us" roger was literaly crying while trying to push the life back in to her chest. He pinched her nose close and put mouth to mouth "come on! You can't do this to us" all the while he continued to give her cpr.

The sound of sirens filled the air as the ambulance came to a hald on the beach two paremedics climbed out. At the same time Brian ran back to roger "is she alright?!"

"No i still don't have a respond" roger was crying But still preforming cpr

"We will take it from here sir" both the paremedics placed her on the brancard and started to weel her fast to the ambulance

"Can we come with you please?"

"If you drive after us then its fine but we can't take you with us in the ambulance

"Thank you" roger looked up "brian you need to drive i can't"

"Alright, but calm down now roger she's in good hands" Brian huged roger close and rubbed his back "im concerned to but y/n is one tough cookie"

Roger laught a bit " yeah she is..... we should go now" they both walked to the car Brian put the key in and turned it so they went after the ambulance. Once they arived they weeled her in to a hospital room.

In the back of the ambulance they were able to pump the water out of her lungs and get her to breath again, she wasn't conciouse but it was a good sign or so they hope.

Roger and Brian had to wait outside the room where y/n lay because they were doing some tests on her, so they decided to call John and Freddie

"Hello John deacon speaking"

"Hey John its me"

"Oh hey Brian hows everything?"

"It really could be better, we are at the hospital"

John sat up straight "hospital? Why whats wrong?"

"Its Y/n she almost drowned" it was silence on the other end "john?"

"Im on my way right now" and the phone hang up

He turned to roger "john is on his way can you call Freddie?"

"Sure" roger grabed the phone from Brian his hand and dialed Freddie his number

It rang a few times thill he picked up "with freddie Mercury how can i help you?"

"Oh fred thank god you are still home"

"You sound panicked roger whats wrong?"

"We are in the hospital, we were at the beach and we were messing around but y/n almost drowned because of our stuppid antics and..... we almost lost her"

As same with John, roger was met by silence "me and jim are on our way"

"Thanks you see you then"

About 20 minuts later john, Freddie and jim had arived at the hospital, they were waiting for the doctor to give a clear sign so that they could go in and see her.

A doctor walked in to the waiting room "wel we have good news and bad news, the good news is we managed to get all the water out of her lungs and she's breathing on her own, the bad news is that she's still unconsiouse"

"Oh thank goodness" brian placed a hand over his heart

"We did a couple of tests to see if there was anything ells like damege to the lungs but thats not the case, once she wakes up And taken care off she can go home"

"Thank you doctor, may we please see her?"

"Of course, if there is anything needed let us know"

"Thank you we will" the group walked in to the room, it was pretty light in there, it looked like they had walked in to heaven, John and Brian grabed a chair and sat down next to the bed while roger, Jim and freddie sat down at the table near the window.

"We should never have gone to the beach, this is all my fault"

"Roger don't be to harsh on yourself, it could have happend to anyone" Freddie placed his hand on Roger his shoulder

"But im the idiot who chased her in, im at fault"

Brian spoke up "rog it really isnt we all should have been more carefull, but like the doctor said everything will be alright, she just needs to wake up, and she will we just got to wait"

"Mabey you are right" he sighed and placed his hand under his chin and looked out the window.

A few hours had gone by without any indecation of her yet waking up, so they decided to leave and get some food, during the time they were gone y/n started to stire and wake up

"Ugh were am i? Why does my chest hurt so mutch" y/n blinked a few times against the light "this isnt my bedroom" she tried to sit up but couldnt because of the pain, plastic patches were put on her chest that were conected to the heart monitor she looked at them confused "what the hell happend?" Then y/n remembered, the beach, vollyball and roger chasing her and then the wave...."Oh god i almost drowned"

Then the door opend And the guys walked in with food and drinks, Brian looked up from the conversation "y/n you are awake!" He ran to her side and grabed her hand in his "we were so worried about you"

"Hey bri" She smiled softly "im sorry for worrying you all i dint mean for this to happen"

Roger stoot at the otherside of the bed and grabed her other hand "i shouldnt have chased you in to the water it was dangerous and i was so stuppid for doing so it almost got you killed"

"I know rog and im sorry to i should have watched out What i was doing" she squeezed their hands and gave a light kiss on them

John, jim and Freddie watched as they gave echoter their apolgies, and then the doctor walked in "ah miss y/l/n good to see that you are awake" he looked at the papers in his hand "everything seems to be in oder, do your lungs hurt?"

"A tiny bit but i asume it will go away in a few days"

"Yes it wil" he gave a smile "wel then if everything is alright and nothing hurts then you may go home"

"Really? Oh thats wonderfull thank you" then she looked down at her chest and pointed at patches that were still in its place "um about these"

"Oh don't worry a nurse will come soon and remove them for you"

"Alright thank you". About 10 minuts later the nurse came in to remove the patches, john freddie and jim had brought some clothes with them on their way to the hospital, once she got dressed they went on their way to go home "are you willing to drive Brian?"

"Yes of course i am, anything for you y/n". Roger went again with Brian and y/n while Jim and Freddie went with john.

"Wel see you all later i think its time for a lazy afternoon" said y/n as she waved them goodbye. Both roger and Brian stayed the night with her to make sure that everything would be going fine now. They promiced echoter that of they would go to the beach again one day that they would be more carefull.

The end

I hope you all enjoyed reading. ♥️♥️♥️

[bowieandqueen11]

Autumn / Freddie Mercury Imagine

Request: Hello lovely person! Hope you're doing okay! Was wondering if you could write me something with Freddie. I don't really mind what it is, just maybe something fluffy (and male reader as usual). Thanks so much, and take care of yourself! 💕💕💕💕 

Of course love @fandom-star! Sorry if this is awful, I just have quite a few Uni deadlines and exams coming up <3

You were nervous.

First dates always did that to you, you thought, as you wrapped your arms around your waist in some slight form of comfort and peered down the street, waiting for Freddie to arrive. The sun kissed white clouds blossomed in the blue above your head, free to fly with the wind. In the long horizon, they take on silver hues, those deeper graphite tones that promise good rain. Tapping your toes, you start to grow impatient.

It takes him another ten minutes to appear, walking leisurely down the street with a big grin on his face. He runs one hand through his short hair as he spots you, almost skipping over to where you lean against the cafe wall, stopping just before running into you.

‘Sorry I’m so fashionably late, darling, traffic was hell.’

‘I’m just glad you’re here now, Freddie. It’s getting incredibly walk.’

‘Nothing a brisk walk won’t fix, my dear.’

He held out his hand for you to take. You complied, but instead of shaking hands like you thought he might, he brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon it. You felt your face flush warm, and the hairs on her neck stand, something fluttering in your stomach as his big doe eyes glanced up at you eagerly. You almost sighed when he let your hand go, choosing instead to hold his arm out so you could interlink it with your own. In that moment, before the two of you set off down the avenue, you knew that if you spoke, your words would fumble and you wouldn't be able to make your usual witty remarks. Right there and then, you were at a loss for everything; no words, no breath, no thoughts. The only thing that came out of your mouth at that moment was his name, and even then it came out shaky and quiet.

‘Alright, my dear, shall we?’

Throughout the walk, Freddie’s focus was scattered, so filled with nervous anticipation, so excited, even giddy. He couldn't hold a conversation for long or keep his feet from jumping while his thoughts danced in infinite directions. All he could focus on, was the feeling of the two of you almost holding hands, a tingling feeling spreading throughout his entire body as he dared to brush his fingers against your own, seeing if you would pull away. When you didn’t, he dared to cover your fingers with his own, stopping for a moment by the park’s duck pond, pretending to take in the view. In reality, he was trying to stop the heat from burning his cheeks. It was the blush of roses, that peek of champagne pink. The colour infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile and his eyes shone in a way that only deep happiness can bring.

His tentative fingers explored your hand, tracing the lines and grooves as if he was trying to remember this moment forever. You tried to look away from him desperately, but the pure joy he exuded was too much for you, breaking the two of you into desperate giggles that gained a lot of confused looks from people passing by. The old woman throwing bread to the birds onto the bench behind grinned - glowing, as the two of you walked on, hand in hand and step in step.

It took a huge amount of willpower for Freddie to calmly say goodbye to you when the date ended, but he managed it, barely. 

‘This time next week, my darling.’

‘I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Freddie.’

He smiled softly as he walked off. Though the newspapers blew about the street he paid them no mind, they were no more bother than fall leaves. He passed the graffiti and the dinged London lampposts, barely noticing the beat up old cars. This avenue might be falling apart just as much as it ever was, but he'd found his love and not a thing or a person could ever take that away. The air was sweet and there was no hurry, his world had been cast anew and he was savouring every moment. 

He left, with his head swimming with no thoughts other than you.

[ellus986]

Like a thunder

Single dad Ben Hardy x reader part 2

Okay so from sweet little girls to heavier stuff, we need to speak about things like this too! If any of you experience anything like the end of this chapter please conect someone, tell your parents your family or the cops even!

Warning: kissing, violance, abuse, domestic abuse, swearing

Christmas came around and even you worked on friday you haven’t seen either Ben or Keila. It was not a suprise to you, sure they were on holiday or something, it was not a big deal, you only would’ve been able to go down to you brother’s for one and a half week instead of one if you don’t agree to be in on the 27. and thanks to that even on 28., but who counts things like that. Anyways, last time he acted like nothing happend. You were not mad about it, or even heartbroken, but a little sad that your kiss was nothing for him.

No one was coming in at 9 o’clock already so your boss lets you home. “Have a nice holiday!” He says as you come out in your jacket with your backpack.

“You too!” You wave as you walk out, smiling as finally it was time for your holiday to begin.

“Wait!” You hear as you walk to the bus station, as you look back you see Ben.

“Sorry, my shift is over for today, or the year to be honest, but my boss is still in for an hour!” You answer, as it is clear as hell he did not came because of you.

“I don’t care if the diner is open or not, I came to see you!” He mumbles while trying to catch his breath. “I ... I wanted to say sorry, for being so careless last friday... so did not wanted you to feel like that kiss meant nothing, just...” he runs his fingers in his blonde locks, while he can’t make eyecontact with you. “It is just hard as a dad... I don’t want Keila to be in the middle of anything like this, not when everything is so plastic...”

“Anything like what?” You look at him in disbelief.

“Ooh my God...” he finally looks in your eyes. “I like you, I liked you since we first stepped into that diner a year ago, I guess my own daugther senced it and pushed me to ask you out...” he blushes.

You step closer and kiss him, he grabs you waist and kiss you back, way more harder than last time.

“I like you too!” You wishper as you part your lips.

“Oh God, what a releaf...” he chuckles, pushing his forhead to yours.

New years eve:

“Wait a minute!” You laugh as you try to get the kids off of you.

“I guess you are busy...” he chuckles.

“Just give me one minute to eat these kiddos...” and as you say it teasing them, they run away screaming. “So I’m here!” You get your robe on and walk out to the balcony.

“So that is why you handled well Keila’s jumping thing!” Ben smiles at the camera running his fingers in his dirty blonde hair.

“I’m a well trained Auntie!” You stand proudly.

“No big parties, drunk boys in your planes for today?” He blushes.

“Naah” you shake your head. “Drunk girls in yours?”

“I spend the new years with the guys and Lucy in a pub in London, but would rather spend it with you or Keila...” he mumbles.

“Look at him good, less than two days and he is one year away from 30!” Jumps Joe in the picture.

“Hi Joe!”

“Hi Y/N!”

“Oh you are that old already?” You giggle.

“Why? Are you underaged?” He jokes, but you can see in his eyes he is not sure.

“Obviously not, as I can drink legally eight years now!” You laugh blushing.

“You are 29?” Joe looks shooked.

“No Silly, 26... you know, the legal drinking age in europe is 18!”

“It is always fulling me!” He slaps his own face. “I’m sorry to intorupt this beautiful moment, but we need to get ready for the night! I need to stole this blondie before you have an another wet experience!” He laughs with his head falling back.

“So you two really are coming in one?”

“But remember he will be home until next summer!” Ben makes sure you know Joe won’t be around all along.

“Hey, I planed to come earlier, and you should finally come to the U.S.A.!”

“How is it there? I was never overseas!” You try to keep them on the phone.

“Than you should come with the little girl see New York! It is the best place in the world!” Joe wonders off.

Next week:

You just arrived home from the countryside. You get your keys out, but as you want to open your door you realise it is already opened. Your hands are shaking as you push it in and step in. Your clothes are all over your living room, the flower you had on the table is on the kitchen floor beside a million broken glass pieces.

“You got it from him, right?” You hear the voice you hated to most from your bedroom.

“Peter, what are you doing here?” You try to stay calm, but your hands are shaking more and more.

“You got the flowers from him right?” He repeats like you did not asked him.

“From who?”

“Him, I saw your messages!” He steps closer. You want to get out of the apartment, but he steps to you and closes the door behind you. You are trapped there. The thing you liked in him once, was your worst enemy now: him being tall, and strong.

“I bought those flowers myself...you should know I always have some fresh daisies in my kitchen...” you mumble.

“With what he is better than me?” He asks as you slide out under his arm, but he follows you quickly. “With what?!” He pushes you to the wall, with his fingers on your neck.

“He is not choking me right now...” you try to say the words.

“Why?” He simply says as he finally lets go of your neck, and just hits the wall next to your face.

“Peter it is over a year now...”you wince as he punches the wall again leaving a second hole there. “Please, I need to pay to fix it...” you wishper.

“Why?” He says it again.

“Because... because we were not meant to be... we are different, that is all...”

“Why you like him more?” He sniffes.

“Peter please go!” You cry softly.

“Will you ever love me again?” He gets even closer to you.

“I could never again...” you cry sliding down the wall.

“Fuck you, bitch!” He kicks the wall, so close to your arms you can feel the wind of his leg, before ha walks out and shouts the door behind himself. You cry out loud, shaking hands in your hair, sitting at the ruined wall.

As you are able to calm yourself down enough to be understandable, you call the person you know you can trust. “Hi, Y/N! I thought you call at night on FaceTime!”

“Do... do you have Keila with yourself?” You sutter.

“Hey, What’s wrong? But no, I’m alone!” He sounds concerned.

“Peter... my ex was here... I don’t know he went away or he is still around... I don’t know what to do!” You sob.

“I’m on my way!” You can hear as he gets his clothes on.

“No wait, if he is here, he is dangerous, most likely for you!”

“Why?”

“He saw our Facebook messages... somehow he knew my password... he was hitting the wall yelling, all my clothes are out of my closet, the vase I had with flowers in it is broken as he thought you gave it to me...” you just star in the air.

“I’m on my way...”

“But...”

“There is not but! If he is around I hope he comes up to me and I can punch him!”

“Ben... please don’t, don’t be like him...” you cry out loud again.

“I will be there in 10 minutes!” He ends the call, and you sit there, doing nothing sobbing.

Ben’s view:

He sees noone around when he gets to your apartment, and as you wanted him to not act on it, he is happy about it, that means you are safe. He runs up, and freezes as he sees the ruined door still being open just for some centimeters. He steps in and his heart stops. You sit in a mess, holes are behind you in the wall your eyes are Cried out, and Oh God you had finger marks on your neck. Looking at you for a second was enough to understand what you meant under: don’t be like him.

Ben gets on his knees infront of you, and only that was the minute you realised he is there. You turn your head up, and he grabs you close to himself. You cry on his chest and he smooths your hair, after a while he speaks up. “Are you alright?”

“I am now... I am now!” You mumble into his chest.

“You can’t stay here, you can sleep at my place as long as you want, and if you want tomorrow we look after a new apartment where he can’t find you, or hurt you.” He stands up, and holds his hand out.

“Thank you...” you mumble getting up using his hand bumping into his chest. You look up, and he looks in your swollen eyes, and sees you just as beautiful as he first saw you. You kiss him softly, and he kisses back even softer, as he is afaird he would scare you, or even hurt you with more.

To be continued...

My sweet perms: @simply-sams-things @spacedustmazzello

Story tags: @jonesyaddiction @theprettyandthereckless

[cuzimmathug]

For the love of god can someone write more Gwilym/Ben fanfics I’ve read them all ):

[jessahmewren]

“i didn’t know it could be like this”/ Queen / Bohemian Rhapsody Fan Fiction

Chapter 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Summary:  Roger and John don't really understand the Dom/sub scene, until they meet two Doms who actually care, or that fic where Rog and John are in a bad situation until Brian and Freddie show them what good sex is all about. 

Rated E: for Exceedingly smutty from the first sentence

Chapter 1 of ?

Pairings: Freddie Mercury/John Deacon, Brian May/Roger Taylor, Roger Taylor/John Deacon, eventual puppy pile (It’s Poly y’all)

Words: 3081

Also on AO3  

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Roger pulled off the man’s cock with a sputtering gasp, working to keep his head up.  His vision swam, blurry with unshed tears. 

“Chin up, cutie,” the gruff voice above him commanded, and he obeyed, tears dripping from his lashes as his head went back in time to catch the warm load that painted his face white. 

Roger sank bank on his heels, his wrists bound behind his back.  The man’s hands on him were rough, fingers twisting in his blond hair as he forced his face up. 

“Such a slut for my cock, huh?”  The hand in Roger’s hair tightened until he squeaked out a weak ‘yessir.’

The man leered, a low chuckle bubbling from his chest, and unbound Roger’s hands.  Without a word he left him kneeling where he was, come and tears dripping from his chin and onto the lime green carpet. 

---

John’s arms shook, his head tucked between his shoulders as the two men took turns pounding into him.  Their thrusts were shallow and sloppy, and to John, at least, it was clear they had never done this before.

Of course, they wouldn’t touch his cock.

He had chewed his lip raw from the discomfort of them rutting into him, their sweaty bodies draped over his, heavy and suffocating.  John bit back whimpers and silently prayed to anyone listening that they would finish soon. 

“Let’s flip him over,” one of them said, out of breath.  “I wanna see his face.” 

Dutifully, John rolled onto his back, wincing as they roughly entered him again.  The larger man slapped John suddenly on the thigh, making him jump.  “Say something bitch,” he taunted, “aren’t you enjoying yourself?”

John swallowed nervously.  “Yes sir, very much,” he managed.  “Keep fucking me sir.  I love it.” 

After all a client was a client, and you had to keep them happy. 

“You damn right you love it, you whore.” 

John’s eyes welled, but he blinked the tears away.  One day, he would stop being so sensitive.  He clenched the bedsheets, trying to relax as the man jerked his hips, gasping and rutting his way through his orgasm.

---

Brian set his guitar down and sighed.  “That’s the third bassist this week Freddie.  And we can’t keep relying on the drummer down at the pub to practice with us.” 

Freddie put the mic stand back into its base.  “Darling, relax.  Everything’s going to fall into place!  We’ve got fliers up all over campus.”  The singer winked at Brian.  “What we need is a night out.” 

Brian shook his head, his curls bouncing.  “Oh no.  We don’t have the money for that Fred.  And I need to study, anyway.” 

Freddie pouted.  “You’re always studying!  A little hedonism is good for the mind.”  He grabbed Brian’s arm.  “Come on love.  Off we go.  Into the night to see what it holds for us.” 

Brian reluctantly followed Freddie to their beat-up van, secretly hating how the charismatic singer could talk him into anything.

---

John and Roger met downstairs for their weekly meeting with the club manager, Ray Foster.  He was an outright creep, but he did keep everything running well and was quick to supply the club goers (employees and patrons) with whatever they needed.  As long as you didn’t find yourself alone with him for too long, he was tolerable. 

“It’s Saturday night, gents.  Big fucking night around here, as usual.  Look your best, be your best.  Make the customer happy.  Any problems, report them straight to me.  Anyone have any questions?” 

They both shook their heads, quietly holding hands on the couch.  John had met Roger at Club Orchid, and he had taken John under his wing.  Both of them were painfully new to the Dom/sub scene, but had caught on pretty quick.  It was pretty much sink or swim, and both of them desperately needed the money. 

John and Roger broke apart before heading to the lounge, each of them giving the other an appraising look.  Roger was wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a sheer shirt.  His blond hair was tousled and lustrous, and the way it caught the light almost gave him a halo.  John's short shorts accentuated his bum, and the billowy white shirt he wore was half open.  They smiled at each other. 

This was John’s favorite part of the evening…just hanging out with Roger, drinking and waiting on clients.  Drugs were available to workers as well, but John never took them.  He did drink though. It helped take the edge off.  And he rarely held back. 

---

“So where are you taking me,” Brian finally asked Freddie, noticing they were headed downtown. 

Freddie smiled.  “Well, I figured it was about time we got back on the scene.” 

Brian nearly choked.  “You mean, THE scene?  NO, Freddie.”

“Darling, you can’t let one bad experience put you off!  You are one of the most splendid Doms I’ve ever seen.” 

Brian was shaking his head.  “This isn’t a good idea, Fred.”                  

Freddie was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and humming.  “It’s the best idea I’ve had in a long time.  We’re in for the night of our lives.” 

They pulled up to Club Orchid, and Brian's frown only deepened. 

“Don’t give me that look, Bri,” Freddie began.  It’s technically not prostitution.  There’s a cover charge, and then you get inside and do whatever you want.  If you leave a tip, well you leave a tip.” 

“Freddie—“ Brian began, rubbing his hand over his face.

“It’s done, my darling.  We’re already here.  Might as well enjoy ourselves.” 

Walking into the club was a little disorienting at first.  It was almost like a parlor, set up with couches and chairs and a little receiving desk.  Deeper inside the club, though, it was dark, with purple and blue lights in the corners that emitted a soft glow.  There was music playing, but surprisingly to Brian, it wasn’t too loud. 

And there were men everywhere.  Tall men, short men--of all shapes, sizes, and colors--leaning over small tables, drinking, laughing, and chatting.  Freddie smiled, adjusting the collar of his jacket.  “What a garden of forbidden fruit,” he muttered to himself. 

He was the first one to step out, easily charming himself around the room.  Everyone he spoke with, of course, was happy to see him and went out of his way to be accommodating and polite. 

Brian was somehow stuck to the wall. 

It was a bit overwhelming, suddenly, to be back on the scene so quickly.  To be gone for so many months, and then to be thrust back in, with all of these partners to choose from.  Brian thought briefly of simply walking out. 

Then men started walking up to him, and strangely he felt a bit better…more comfortable.  Until a blond came up to him in a sheer shirt and large blue eyes and he lost the ability to breathe. 

“Hi there.”  The blond flashed a shy smile.  His lips were full, and he had a small collar seated around his neck. 

“Hi,” Brian managed.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” the blond flirted.  “And I would’ve remembered you.” 

Brian swallowed thickly, already growing hard in his pants.  “Never been here before.” 

Then he laughed.  The blond laughed, a throaty sort of laugh, but somehow still high and lilting, before placing his arm on his.  “Well, do you want to get to know each other better?” 

Brian nodded dumbly before letting the blond lead him upstairs.  “I didn’t catch your name,” he asked stupidly as the door opened in front him.  

“It’s Roger,” the blond purred as he reached for Brian’s fly.  “And that’s all you need to know.”

---

John stirred his drink, staring down into the fruity concoction a little woefully.  So, he wouldn’t get a client tonight.  It shouldn’t cut into his and Roger’s rent money too much, not if they cut back on food.  He couldn’t resist a sigh. 

“Well hello darling!  I haven’t spoken to you yet.” 

John looked up at the sugary sweet voice to find the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on.  Sparkling brown eyes, tan skin, long dark hair sweeping his shoulders.  John usually wasn’t attracted to people who came in the club, but…

“What has you looking so glum, sweetheart?”

John forced a smile onto his face.  “Oh, it’s nothing.  I’m John, by the way.” 

Freddie smiled, then took the hand and kissed it.  “John.  It’s lovely to meet you.  But it didn’t look like nothing when I sat down,” Freddie prodded. 

John quirked his mouth.  “You wanna go upstairs and talk about it?” 

---

Roger settled on his knees, the rug burn comforting and familiar.  “There’s toys in the dresser,” he said as he looked up at the curly-haired man.  “I’m yours for the hour.”  

His blue eyes lowered to Brian’s cock, pulling it out of his pants before the man could say anything. 

“Whoah, we need to have a talk first,” Brian said, panting. 

“Condoms, and lube,” the blond said, shaking his head. “Bedside table.” 

“No,” Brian said as he pulled the blond off of his knees.  “About limits.  And about your safeword.” 

Roger just looked at him in confusion. 

Brian sat down on the bed, his head in his hands. 

“Roger, have you never had limits?  Things that you definitely aren’t comfortable with?”

The blond just shrugged.  “I didn’t know I could.” 

Brian grimaced.  “Oh you poor dear.  I’m so sorry.” 

Roger looked at him strangely.  “Have I done something wrong?”

Brian just shook his head.  “No. Everyone else did.” 

Roger was still standing there looking at him sort of helplessly, so Brian decided it was time to take control.  “I want you strip Roger, and then lie down on the bed.”

Roger dutifully complied, and Brian took the opportunity to fully appreciate the young man’s pale, perfect skin and his slender physique. 

Brian palmed his growing erection, clearly visible where he reclined on the bed.  He wanted very badly to praise the young man, but he didn’t know his needs yet, so he bit his tongue. 

“Alright Roger, come lie down on the bed,” he said as he gently patted the spot beside him.  When Roger was in place, he went to the dresser and withdrew a blindfold and some soft cotton rope. 

“Think of a word that you can remember,” Brian said, “and if things get to be too much and you need me to stop, just say that word and things will stop, no questions asked.  That word is called your safeword.  Ok Roger?” 

Roger blinked up at him with those liquid blue eyes.  “You won’t be mad if I say it?” 

Brian smiled.  “No, of course not.  I have one too.  Mine is dessert.  If I say the word dessert, everything stops.  Now what about you?” 

Roger finally smiled.  “Rainbow,” he said. 

“Ok Roger now what’s mine?” 

“Dessert,” Roger said. 

“And yours is rainbow,” Brian said. 

Roger nodded. 

“Good, we have an understanding.  Now Roger, I’m going to put this blindfold on you.  Is that alright?”

Roger smiled, his tongue stuck cutely between his teeth.  “You don’t have to ask, it’s your hour.” 

Brian tutted.  “I do have to ask.  Because good sex is always consensual.  So is that OK with you?”

“Yeah,” Roger finally said. 

Brian blindfolded Roger and then bound his hands, again asking his permission to do so.  He could tell this type of communication was a foreign experience for Roger, who was probably used to men having their way with him and then just leaving.  It made Brian unspeakably sad. 

Brian looked down at the blond, the red silk blindfold over his eyes and his arms tied over his head, and something twisted in his gut.  “You’re so beautiful,” Brian whispered, as he trailed over Roger’s chest, eliciting a gasp from Roger. 

“You want me to suck your cock,” Roger whispered. 

“I want you to stop talking,” Brian said flatly.  “You’re being very naughty, speaking out of turn, and you’ll need to be punished.  Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry sir,” Roger responded immediately, jerking as Brian plucked one of his nipples. 

“On your knees,” Brian commanded.  “Elbows together so you can lean on them.” 

Roger did as he was told, bum in the air with his back arched in a beautiful bow.  When the cool sensation of Brian’s lubricated fingers hit his rim, his whole body jumped. 

“Easy now, love,” Brian soothed, “nice and easy.”  One finger went in easily, making teasing circles against Roger’s walls.  A little puff of air escaped Roger’s lips, and he immediately clamped his mouth shut tight. 

“Have you been told to be quiet love?”  Brian frowned.  “I would love to hear you sing.”  He slipped another finger in, aiming for that little bundle of nerves. 

Roger tensed immediately, crying out as Brian began working him open in earnest now.  “Wh-what was that?”  Roger’s legs were trembling, and tears were straining his voice. 

Brian couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  “Don’t’ tell me you’ve never had your prostate massaged before.”  For some reason, Brian felt like crying.  “Why, you’re practically a virgin.” 

Tears soaked the blindfold as another shudder of pleasure shot through him.  Then Brian removed his fingers, and a strange calm settled over Roger. 

“On your back,” Brian said roughly.  He was touching himself with his slick fingers, almost ready to come apart. 

The blindfold slipped free, and Brian’s hands were on him. 

“You’re so good for me,” Brian murmured into his neck, “so good,” the praise falling so easily from his mouth whether the young blond was ready to receive it or not.  The slick fingers settled around Roger’s cock, and Roger jerked into them, his breath hitching. 

“I usually don’t…no one ever…”

“Shh baby,” he cooed as he slowly worked him.  “Let me take care of you.” 

Brian spread the precum already gathered over Roger’s aching cock, easing the way for his able fingers, applying delicious pressure up and down the throbbing member. 

And Roger began to cry. 

With his head buried in the curly-haired man’s shoulder, slowly fucking up into his hand, he cried.  Because no one had ever cared enough to treat him like this before, and their hour was almost up. 

---

Freddie slammed John against the back of the door, his hand going down to grab his ass.  “I gotta say I got the belle of the ball,” he said between wet kisses.  “Can’t wait to get you out of these little shorts.”

“Yessir,” John gasped as Freddie lightly pulled his hair, leading him in the direction of the bed.

“We use the traffic lights, OK,” Freddie got out between kisses.  He was tugging on the edge of John’s shirt, his hands under the hem. 

“Sir?”

“You know, green, yellow, and red,” Freddie said distractedly.  He was busy getting John naked, and missed the question in his voice.

“Oh, right,” John said, not knowing in the slightest what he was talking about, but afraid to lose a client. 

Then Freddie gasped, and John remembered. 

He should’ve just given him a blow job. 

“Oh, darling.”

John put his arms around himself, as if that would do anything to hide the deep angry gashes on his back and buttocks.  Tears began to well up in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” he said to Freddie.

Freddie could feel the rage building just beneath his skin, manifesting itself in a slight tremble in his limbs.  “You have nothing to be sorry for my dear.  The bastard who did this and then left you like this is the one who should be sorry.”  

John ducked his head, a tear escaping his thick lashes. 

“Come on,” he said as he put his arm around the young man’s shoulders.  “Let’s get these tended too and then we’ll have a cuddle, hmm?”

John sniffed, looking at him through his long silky hair.  “A cuddle?”  The concept seemed so foreign.

Freddie smiled.  “Go ahead John and lie down on the bed.  I’ll get us a blanket.”  Freddie rummaged around in the dresser drawers until he found some cream.  It was a little late to tend John’s wounds, but he couldn’t not do anything.  And it would be soothing. 

Freddie settled on the bed, the pot of cream in his hands.  He looked at the brunet, spread on his stomach with his hair spilled around his shoulders.  He was certainly a lovely young thing, and so trusting.  It was a shame he had been mistreated so. 

John couldn’t stifle a moan when the cool cream hit his burning skin.  He relaxed even further into the bed as Freddie treated the ugly wounds, causing Freddie’s mouth to twitch. 

“You’re breathtaking John,” he whispered.  “No one should’ve ever done this to you.  Not ever.” 

“I’m ugly,” John said quietly.  “And I deserved it.” 

“Darling.”  Freddie nudged him where he lay on the pillow.  He could tell the young man was crying from the quiet sniffs he was making.  “Turn over.  Look at me.” 

John obeyed, turning over to look at Freddie.  His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, but his lips were full and sweet. 

“Why do you think you deserved a punishment like this, love?”

John averted his eyes, almost afraid if he divulged his reasons he would be punished again.  “I couldn’t swallow,” he said as he chewed his lip.  “He wanted me to swallow, and I had to spit it out.”  John looked nervously at Freddie.  “It was an accident,” he added as an afterthought.

Freddie felt heart flip at how vulnerable he looked lying there making his confession, which was no confession at all.  This rare flower deserved nothing but to be loved and cared for, not to be used night after night. 

“John, darling,” he said as he ran a hand through his hair.  “May I blow you?”

John’s eyes grew wide.  “Why?” 

Freddie chuckled good-naturedly.  “Because it’s my hour and that’s what I would like to do.”  Freddie smiled at the timid young man.  “Is that OK with you?” 

John nodded, a bit dumbstruck.

Freddie’s mouth sank onto John’s cock, hot and heavenly, and John instinctively arched into his mouth.  Freddie held his arms, letting his hips move, allowing him the freedom to fuck up into his mouth, to wiggle and writhe like it was the first time he had ever been touched.  Maybe it was.  Freddie didn’t care.  He just knew he wanted to do it again and again.  But his hour was almost up. 

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[deaksownthis]

I wonder how many times y/n has gotten a UTI for not peeing after sex

[bohemiansweede]

Versace On The Floor

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Fanfiction

Pairing Rami Malek & Reader

Warnings 🔞

A/N please like and reblog or leave a comment thank you

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The whole house was empty and quiet when all the guests left

You and Rami had hosted a big birthday party plus celebrating that you just bought your new big house up in The Hills

A lot of people brother and wife, sister, both old friends and actor colleagues had a good time, food, good music and of course drinks

He closed the door after the last guest and returned to you in the big kitchen

You placed the big tray with leftover catering food in the fridge

- Ohh God.. It was good food, right hunnie?

He filled both your glass with more wine

- Yes, it was an amazing party Rami

- It sure was.. Cheers love

You took a sip and smiled at him

- Sooooo.. Did your birthday fill all the boxes?

- Mmm.. No...

- No? What could I do more for you Mr Malek?

- Well...... Mmmm.... Let's see... I could do something for you darling

He kissed your neck, just where he knew you loved it

Immediately your head fell back with a moan

It had been a while since you enjoyed time alone

Your twingirls Thea and Tessa, were now soon 3 years old

After a busy morning showering in kisses, cuddling and of course pancakes in bed they proudly gaved dad their new drawings.

Their bags were packed for the night and they were picked up by your friend Lizzie

The minute they were gone, you missed them, but you had to get ready for the big evening

- Mmm.. Rami, you know what I like

- Uhu.. Do I...

His lips left you burning

He took your hand and with a smile he went to the big living room

With a little flip of his hand he softened down the lights and turned up the volume a bit

"Versace on the floor" by Bruno Mars streamed out from the speakers

He lifted you up a bit and swirled you around

A soft giggle slipped from your lips

His strong arms held you close and you breathed in his maskuline scent

The zipper was pulled down before you even realised it and your new dress dropped on the floor

You just breathed heavily

- Y/N?.. Is this new?

His finger followed your red lace bra

- It is... Mmmm... For you Rami dear

He kissed down your collarbone

- Oh, just this is a gift enough, what am I going to do with a beautiful gift wrapping like this

With a snap your bra was off

He cupped your both breasts in his hands

Slowly twirling your nipples between his fingers

- Ple.. Please Rami

- Please what?.. You don't have to beg me tonight, I'm impatient.. Ohhhh.. shit.. you look divine Mrs Malek

His finger continued down your belly and followed the hem of your panties

Your thighs clenched together and it started to pool inside of you

- Ahhhh R.. Rami

- Mmmmm....

He knew you knees got weak of his touch, so he scooped you up and placed you on the couch

You bounced on the cushions and bit your lip admiring your husband taking off his tie.. slowly..slowly

He swayed his hips a bit to the music and you licked your lips

- Come here

With a big smile you spread your legs

- I have a gift for you

Never before had he jumped out of his clothes that quickly

He almost growled when he landed between your lushius thighs

You lifted your butt so he could pull your underwear down

You saw a glimmer in his eyes when he looked up at you

They locked with yours same time his tounge divided your folds

- OMG.. AHHHHHH

He smiled mischievously and flicked his tounge fast on your clit

Your hips tried to buck upward, but he pinned you down

As soon as his fingers entered you, your walls fell apart and you came with a primal scream

- Ohhh love.. I have missed this.. Mmm

- Ssshhhh.. Continue!!! OHHH GOD

His middlefinger nudged over your spot like the expert he was, he knew you.. Inside and out

And just as you came the second time, he opened his mouth to collect all your sweet fluid

You almost trapped him with your thighs and scratched his scalp

- AHHHH... SSSSSHHHIT little pussy cat .. Shit.. You have sharp claws

He laughed a little raspy laugh and crawled up kissing, admiring your body all the way up

He placed tiny butterfly kisses on your belly

- Hunnie?

-.. yes?

- I know an other gift you can give me...

- Oh Rami. You want that? Now? Already?

- Omg.. Yes.. YES I do

His eyes got almost teary

He kissed you passionatly, while he entered you

Like you instinctively found your same RHYTHM together, you moved in unison, first slow and deep, then neither of you could hold it any longer

He took your leg and pressed it to his chest so he could come in deeper than before

- Ohhhh.. I'm coming... NOW!!

- Wait for me baby.. Ahhhh...

He kissed you again and held around your ass pumping his cock faster and faster

Not long after you felt his seed flushing deep inside you

He held around you, still remaining inside

- You think it worked right away like last time with our girls?

- Mmm... Maybe.. Ohh.. Maybe next birthday we can serve more pancakes..

- Ohh, I would love that. I love you

Y/N.. So so much

- And I you Rami. Happy Birthday daddy

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[assembledherethevolunteers]

Request 4

A/N: Hi, everybody! This was supposed to come out…a long time ago, but a friend of mine’s grandmother passed and she was not doing well and then I wasn’t doing well for a couple different reasons…BUT! I am back. This request came from @sydi22. They actually requested 2 with Ben and we decided to combine them. (They requested Ben and reader finding out that she’s pregnant on Christmas morning and the two of them hiding the fact they had twins and everybody coming over and finding out) I hope they and everybody enjoy this!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x female!Reader

Summary: Christmas morning with your husband doesn’t quite go as planned.

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of sexy time, Mentions of Pregnancy/Complications getting pregnant, Fluff

Taglist: @queenlover05 @zodiacaldust

 You could hear you husband milling about the apartment, every now and then saying something to Frankie.

You always loved the way he talked to her, it always made your heart melt a little. You slipped into your dress, which felt a bit tight, but you suspect as much since you hadn’t been to the gym lately. You reached back to zip up your dress, but it seemed to be stuck. You pulled on it tighter, just trying to get the dressed zipped, when you realized you couldn’t breathe. Not well, anyway.

You sighed, knowing that this would lead to some teasing from Ben, and called for him.

“Yes, love?” Ben asked, walking into the room with Frankie on his heels.

“Can you help me get zipped?”

Ben gave you a smirk, but didn’t say anything as you turned around. He took his time, running his hands up your back to where the zipper was stuck. Once one of his hands found the zipper, his other found your ass.

“As much as I would love to take time and enjoy this, your mother will kill us if we’re late to church, so we sort of need to speed this up.”

“I can be fast,” Ben gave you a squeeze.

“Oh, trust me, I know.”

“Rude,” Ben muttered as he tried to zip up your dress. “Um…sweetheart?”

You knew what he was going to say, but still didn’t want to hear it. “What?”

“I er…it’s not…going up. I think it’s…”

“It doesn’t fit does it?”

“I don’t think so, love,” Ben muttered, but pressed a kiss to the side of your neck for comfort.

“Shit,” you sighed. “Well, that’s what I get for not taking care of myself,” you felt tears come to your eyes. You knew it was stupid and it didn’t really matter how you looked, but it still hurt a bit.

“Why don’t you wear that dress you wore to Gwil’s Christmas party? That one was nice.”

“Nice enough for church?” You turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. Your in-laws were usually pretty laid back, but Ben’s grandmother was…not. At least not when it came to major church holidays.  

“Whatever you wear will be fine, but we really do need to get going,” Ben started to unzip your dress.

You huffed and stepped out of the dress as Ben sat on the bed, watching you. He watched you curiously more than anything else.

“Is there a reason you’re looking at me like that?”

“I can’t enjoy watching my wife half naked?”

“You can,” you replied, walking over to your closet. “You just usually have a different look on your face.”

“I was just enjoying the view.”

You hummed at him in response and grabbed the other dress off the hanger.

“Also,” Ben continued. “I was just thinking about some things.”

“Such as?” You stepped into the dress.

“Well, you’ve been rather tired lately, and you’ve been eating a bit more.”

You turned to Ben and stared at him. Waiting for him to continue, but you didn’t say anything.

“A…and…well,” Ben cleared his throat, now seemingly embarrassed. “Now your dress isn’t fitting right and…I just…I’m thinking that…maybe it’s time to check again.”

You closed your eyes, “Ben,” you sighed.

“I know, I know,” Ben stood up and walked over to you. “But we haven’t checked for a while and…” Ben took one of your hands and started playing with your fingers. “It’s not like we’ve been super careful or anything.”

You wrapped your arms around Ben’s neck, and he wrapped his around your waist. “I know, but I just…I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

You and Ben had tried to get pregnant for the last two years but stopped trying because you’d both gotten frustrated with the process, and eventually each other. You’d stopped trying around June and started working on your relationship again. It had been great, but neither of you had brought it up since then, even though you both knew it was something the other still wanted.

“I understand,” Ben kissed your forehead. The two of you stood, holding each other, until Ben spoke up again. “We should really get going. My mum is going to be angry if we’re late again.”

The two of you made your way to the church, with just enough time to find your seats before everything started. You were sandwiched between your mother-in-law and husband and your mind started to wander.

What if you were pregnant? Ben had brought up some good points. You had barely had any energy lately when you got home from work, but you had chalked that up to the holidays coming around and it being the time of year where you just got more tired. You also had been hungrier, but again, you just thought it was not getting out and just mindlessly eating. Maybe you should take the test again. Maybe…

“Y/N,” your mother-in-law whispered. “Are you okay?”

You blinked and turned to look at her, but realized she was standing, and you were supposed to be too. You quickly stood up and recited the prayers with everyone else.

The rest of the service passed without incident, but you still couldn’t get the thought off your mind.

The remainder of the night was spent at Ben’s grandmother’s house. The family exchanged gifts, and ate, everybody enjoying themselves.

“Y/N, come here, dear,” Ben’s grandmother called to you from the living room.

You’d been in the kitchen with your mother-in-law, sipping on wine. You walked into the living room, your glass in hand, and sat next to Ben’s grandmother on the couch.

“I don’t know if you should be doing that,” she nodded at the wine glass.

“Oh,” you ducked your head, embarrassed. “Well, Ben’s driving home so…”

“Oh no, I wasn’t talking about that. I just meant that drinking while pregnant is not advised.”

You nearly dropped your glass as she fixed you with a sly smile.

“Did you think I didn’t notice? I was waiting for the two of you to say something at dinner, but neither of you spoke up.”

“Well, if I’m being honest, w…we’re not sure about it, yet. I haven’t taken a test or anything.”

“I would suggest it,” she simply shrugged, but the grin on her face never changed.

“And just what are the two of you whispering about in here?” Ben poked his head into the living room.

She bated at the air as if to shoo Ben away. “Oh nothing, but I’m about to ask all of you to leave. I’m old and I’m tired.”

Ben rolled his eyes with a smile. “Nan, you’re not that old.”

“Well, I am about to be a great…”

You jumped up on your feet, cutting her off. “She’s right though, Ben. We should get going. We’ve been here nearly five hours, not counting church.”

Ben looked between the two of you. “You alright?”

“Yes, but let’s just get going.”

The two of you said your goodbyes to Ben’s family before leaving in the house. As you drove past a pharmacy, you told Ben to stop.

“Um…sure, why?” Ben pulled into the parking lot.

“I just…want to grab something. I’ll be right back.”

Ben gave you a strange look before you ran inside. You picked up a pregnancy test and stared at if for a bit before finally walked up to the front to buy it.

You walked back out to the car, hiding your purchase in your purse and Ben looked up from his phone. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?”

“No, not yet,” you replied, putting on your seat belt.

“Alright then, keep your secrets,” Ben told you as he started up the car. “The boys say Merry Christmas, by the way.”

“Aw, how are the boys?”

The two of you drove back to the house, talking about possibly taking a trip to the states to see them once the two of you had time.

Once you made it back home, you and Ben went inside. He started to change but you went into the bathroom. You took the test and waited.

Ben knocked on the door. “Sweetheart, can I come in?”

“Not yet!” You still had another minute on your timer before the test was done. You heard Ben mutter something through the door, but he didn’t come in.

Your phone buzzed and you took a deep breath before looking at the test.

‘Pregnant’. You read it three times just to make sure. And after you made sure, your eyes started to tear up.

“B..Ben?!” You yelled. “You can come in now!”

Ben walked into the bathroom, raising an eyebrow at you.

“So, I…I think…um…your grandmother…” You stumbled around, trying to find the right words to say before you finally just handed him the test.

Ben took it from you and stared at it for a few moments before he looked up at you, tearing up. “Are you sure?”

“I mean, we can’t be sure until I go to a doctor but…”

Ben cut you off by pulling you into a close, tight hug. You buried your head in his chest and tried not to cry.

“I love you so much,” Ben whispered in your ear.

You let out a chuckle before you looked up at him. He was staring at you with such a loving look that you felt like your heart was going to explode. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his.

“I love you too.”

10 MONTHS LATER

“Don’t you want to eat, sweetheart?” Ben murmured at your daughter as he tried to give her a bottle again. She would start to eat, but then she would turn her head and whine. “Look, your brother is eating.” Ben nodded at you, holding your son as he was sucking down the bottle you were giving him.

“She did eat more than him at breakfast,” you replied, not taking your eyes off your son. He had his big blue/green eyes open staring at you. It made your heart want to explode how much he looked like his father. Your daughter had gotten Ben’s blonde hair, but other than that looked like you. You loved her just as much.

It had been a huge shock that you were having twins. So much of a shock that most of your friends didn’t actually know. The two of you had decided to keep a low profile about most of the pregnancy, including the birth, only letting people on social media know that everybody was doing great. The only ones that knew were your parents and siblings.

You glimpse over at Ben holding Lily. He was staring down at her like she was the center of his whole universe. You felt your eyes tear up seeing your husband and daughter just staring at each other and quickly tried to stop. You looked back down at Logan in your arms but that didn’t help the tears.

“So she doesn’t need this whole thing?” Ben held up a bottle, shooting a look to you. “Oh, love, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, nothing,” you sniffled, not meeting Ben’s eyes. “Just left over hormones, you know.”

Ben chuckled under his breath and walked over to you. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I love you too.”

You laughed a bit before glancing up at him. “We should get ready. I think that mad lot will get here soon.”

Ben offered to get the babies dressed so that you could take a shower to get ready. You couldn’t have asked for a better partner through everything. Ben had been so attentive through your pregnancy and now that you were home, he was always the one that got up if one or both the babies were crying or needed a late night feeding.

After a much needed shower, you came out to see Ben on the bed, just watching the twins sleeping.

“I can’t believe you just…gave birth to them,” Ben whispered to you. “They were inside your body not even a month ago and now here they are.”

You smiled a bit before walking over to the bed. “I know, I’m amazing, but.”

Ben grabbed your arm and looked up at you. “No, you really are,” Ben kissed your hand.

You bit your bottom lip, trying your best not to cry again. Damn these hormones.

“You should get ready. Everybody will probably be here soon.”

Nearly an hour later, your doorbell rang. You and Ben were sitting on the couch, the twins were in their swings, still sleeping.

“You should get the door,” you told Ben. “I think they love you more than me.”

“I know for a fact that’s not true,” Ben gave you a kiss before he got up to answer the door. “Well, hell…OOF!”

“BEN! IT’S BEEN TOO LONG! I ALMOST FORGOT WHAT YOU LOOKED LIKE!” You heard Joe Mazzello’s voice carry through your flat. You then heard a twinkling laugh along with some other ones.

“Who let you out in public, Joe?” Another familiar voice, belonging to Brian May asked.

You laughed along with everybody else and noticed that the twins’ eyes were now open. They weren’t upset, just sort of looking around, trying to find the source of the noise.

“Now, where is that baby of yours?” Roger Taylor’s voice seemed to be getting closer.

Everybody then walked into the living room. You stood up, ready for hugs and hellos.

You gave hugs to Gwil, Joe, Rami, Roger, and Brian. They all asked how you were and how things were going with motherhood.

“Um…guys?” Joe’s voice had a tinge of fake concern. “Does the hospital know that you have two of them?”

Everybody’s attention finally turned towards the babies.

“Well, no, we just got the one but the other was so cute we took them too,” you laughed.

“Oh, Y/N, congratulations!” Brian pulled you into another hug.

“Thank you, now who wants to hold them?”

Roger picked up Logan, not needing any more of an invitation and introducing himself as his “fake grandfather”.

Rami and Joe played Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who would get to hold Lily first. Rami won and gently picked her up, staring at her like he might break her.

“Does anybody want anything to drink?” Ben offered before making his way into the kitchen, Brian going with him to help carry the drinks in.

“So, Y/N,” Gwil asked. “How’s Ben at being a father?”

You looked over at Ben, laughing at something Brian had said as he filled a glass with water.

“He’s absolutely wonderful.”

The rest of the afternoon, you, Ben, and everybody else had a great time catching up. You hadn’t seen most of them since you’d been pregnant, especially Joe and Rami.

Joe was in the middle of a story, holding Logan, when Lily made noise in Brian’s arms.

“Oh, she’s probably finally hungry,” Ben offered to take her.

Brian tutted and asked if she had a bottle. Ben got up to get it ready for her.

That was the moment you took in what was really going on. You had literal rock stars and movie stars fawning over your babies. How crazy had your life become?

Ben came back with the bottle, handed it to Brian, and then sat next to you. You took his hand and gave it a squeeze. Ben looked at you with a smile.

You supposed you wouldn’t exchange your crazy life for anything.

[likesomekindofcheese]

may I request something where joe mazzello is married to a lead singer of a band and has been for a while and she's brought up in an interview and he talks about how they met💞

Sure thing!

A/N: sorry these have been coming out slow. It's just lately I have been losing motivation to write for Queen and BohRap Cast members and I got distracted by other fanfic writing projects. Anyways, here ya go!

No warnings minus an accident where a dog is almost harmed but ends up safe (inspired by The Gilded Age)- just fluff!

Reader here is female, per the person's request.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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"Good Morning, Y/N! Tell us- isn't today your anniversary with Joe Mazzello?"

You nodded in the chair of the morning show. Your eyes adjusted t the glare of the bright lights. From behind one camera, leaning against the wall was your beloved husband. His hands were in his pockets and he was grinning, beaming as he watched you.

You looked at the lady with heavy pink lipstick and pearls for eight in the morning and nodded your head.

"Yes, I am! It's our third anniversary!" you answered.

She tilted her head, but you could tell that her pink, made-up smile was genuine. Although she was more accustomed to being glamorous and dressed nicely in the morning than you were, there was a real curiosity in her- like talking to a new friend, not a news show host.

"Congratulations!" she cried.

"Thank you!" you said.

"Is it hard with Little and Fierce touring so much?"

"Yes, I will admit, it does get hard. Sometimes I get so hoarse the next day I can't call him- all the singing you know. But he understands that even just texting is fine. Joe loves me and he supports me- this was always a dream of mine to be a singer in a band and he wants that for me..."

"Awww, how sweet!" she cooed.

You noticed Joe himself turned a little pink and folded his arms. You threw a look at him and he gave you a wink.

"How did you two meet?" she asked.

You let out a little laugh. Your eyes went up to dig the memory from your mind and then you began.

"You see...you know my dog Bean?"

"Oh yes- the corgi, right?"

"Right! He's still my baby! Well, I had just gotten him. He was just a little puppy and the apple of my eye- still is! And I was out in the city, walking him. Suddenly, I tripped over something on the sidewalk- something on the pavement, I, uh, think. And uhm...it surprised me so much I let go of the leash and Bean ran away- right into the street!"

"What! No!" she gasped.

"I had a heart attack- there were cars coming and they couldn't see the little guy! Then I saw a flash of red hair and...uh, Joe ran in."

"Into traffic?"

"Yup! He managed to dodge around the cars, scoop Bean into his arms, and get him to safety! Then he met me and Joe gave this...this smile. And...I, uh, I don't believe in love at first sight but...when he looked at me..."

Joe's own hazel eyes shot up. His face softened.

"I just knew he would change my life the moment I met him and he handed Bean to me. We then went out together. And the rest is history..." you finished.

And what a happy, blissful history you two had and had yet to create!

[warriorteam1924]

Oh how you want it

Joe Mazzello x femReader (Smut)

Author note : Hi my beauties ! We are all in some kind of shutdown cause of this sh!t, I thought it might be fun to entertain you since no one is coming to my partey lmao. Anyways, this is just something I wrote quite quickly, but I hope you enjoy anyways. English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes. Thanks in advance for the feedback ^^ 

Summary : Teasing him leads to it, eventually.... 

Word Count: 1,662 Words

Warning

 : this is a smutty thing. If you are not confortable with this kind of writings, just pass. (Ideally, only +18 please). Also note that during an intercourse, consent must be given and communication is also required.

Permanent taglist : @anotheronebitesthedick, @reavenedges-lies​​, @thosequeenboys​​, @orionis8689​​, @roger-taylors-car​

“For god sake, hurry up, we’re going to be late !!” you heard him shout from the living room.

 “Just give me a minute, I can’t zip this damn dress.”, you replied a little bit annoyed by his tone.

 You heard his steps coming closer and after a soft knock on the bathroom door, he came in, frowning.

 “Why didn’t you call me?”, he asked.

 “In fact, I thought I was still young and I stupidly thought my arm could still twist all around my body.”, you sarcastically replied.

 “Come on, you’re not old. It’s just a state of mind. If you feel young in your head, you’re young everywhere....”, he replied with a smile, aware his tone had not been really nice on the very first place. “Come here, let me help you.”, he said.

 You turned around to show him your back and you heard him swallow.

 “What?”, you asked him. “Anything wrong?”

 “No, it’s just.... Your skin looks so soft.”, he carried on. He did not wait for an answer as he was already caressing it. It was really a nice feeling.

 “Joe?”

 “Hum....?”, he replied dreamily.

 “You said we were going to be late.”, you reminded him.

 “You know I can be quick.”, he replied and you saw a smirk on his face in the mirror facing you. He then started to kiss you in your neck. It was really hard not to shiver with this sensation, but you kept a straight face.

 “Joe.”, you stopped him with your tone. “Zip this dress and let’s go please.”

 He kissed you one last time and zipped your dress properly, sighing.

 “This is so unfair.”, he complained.

 “You know what is unfair?”, you asked him, always very seriously.

 “What?”

 “You’ll have to spend the whole night thinking about this moment and thinking about this revelation of mine.”, you told him getting closer to his ear. “ I’m not wearing any underwear.”, you whispered.

 He looked at you, unable to proceed. His mouth was wide opened and you winked at him and left the bathroom to get your coat.

 “Fuck”, you heard him whisper.

 The car was waiting for you outside and you could not feel more satisfied. You came in, followed by Joe. The driver started the engine and headed to your destination.

 Joe’s eyes were almost looking through you. His leg was jumping, as if he was nervous.

 “Are you okay ?”, you gently asked him. “You seem agitated.”, you innocently carried on.

 “Agitated, hum?”, he repeated, looking at you in the eyes.

 “Yeah, agitated.”, you nodded.

 “Christ, Y/N.”, he said, taking his head in his hands. “You know the effect you have upon me?”, he whispered not to be heard by the driver.

 “What effect?”, you still very casually asked.

 He took your hand to put it between his legs and closed his eyes, still murmuring.

 “This. Effect.”

 “Oh.... I see.”

 He sighed again, but you let your hand where it was, pressing it gently on his body. You came closer to his ear and whispered.

 “Because you truly think you don’t have this effect on me?”, you asked. “Do you think I don’t imagine things when I see you in this tuxedo, looking so incredibly sexy?”

 He turned to you, raising his eyebrows.

 “That’s right, Mister Mazzello. Tonight is yet another chance for you to prove how much of a fantastic actor you are. Hard as hell, but able to keep a poker face, whatever.”, you winked at him.

 “Good lord, you’re going to be death to me, I swear.”, he said, saying no with his face.

 Yet, the conversation had to stop since the car smoothly stopped, letting you know you had arrived.

 This awards ceremony was really like any other really, but Joe was constantly looking at his watch. He was not even nominated, why the hell had he been invited?, he thought.

 “Maybe we could escape sooner?”, he whispered. “I mean before the end.”, he suggested.

 “Joe, you’re supposed to give an award tonight.”, you reminded him.

“Dammit.”, he quietly said between his teeth, making you smile once again.

 Eventually, the category he was presenting arrived. ‘At last’, you heard him say. Yet, he went on stage, perfectly confident and very professionally speaking. You could not help but bite your lips as you were looking at him.

 How could this man be so gorgeous? There he was, standing tall, smiling. His face beaming as he was looking at his audience, and you noticed again his nose. It had been mocked but you actually found his profile absolutely stunning. His black tuxedo was perfectly suiting him and you felt your heart beat faster at the thought of him getting rid of it quite hastily to properly finish what he had started earlier in the bathroom.

 He came back to sit next to you, as you proudly smiled at him.

 “Well done, Joey.”, you told him with a wink.

 “One more category not to be impolite and we take off.”, he warned you.

 You were not going to stop him. This award ceremony was important for sure, but now Joe had done his job, you selfishly wanted him to take care of you. You saw him glancing left and right, and he took your hand and slowly guided you towards the main door to leave.

 The drive back home was even quicker since there was not traffic at all at this time of the night. When you arrived home, you shivered a little because of the cold so you hastily came in as Joe was tipping the driver.

 He hastily opened the door and looked at you with eager eyes, as you were innocently leaning on the wall.

 He almost jumped on you and started to kiss you everywhere your skin was appearing. You placed your hand again between his legs, making him moan loudly. He tried to put his hand between yours as well, but the dress was really tight and prevented you from spreading your legs.

 “This damn dress, I swear to God....”, he sighed again.

 “Just take it off.”, you proposed.

 He did not need to be asked twice. You turned and he slowly lowered the zipper in your back, kissing you all the way down. His hands caressed your skin from your shoulders to your legs as he was gently taking it off.

 “God, you’re so beautiful”, he whispered. “Do you know how hard it’s been for me tonight?”, he asked.

 “Show me.”, you replied.

 You turned to face him again and this time, he smiled in satisfaction when his hand eventually reach out for your groin, making you moan this time.

 “Oh, tell me how you want it, babe?”, he asked.

 “I want it.... Joe’s style.”, you replied.

 “Ask and you shall be given”, he carried on.

 He gently guided you to the bedroom where you laid on the mattress, looking at him with desire. As you had expected it, he took his clothes off quite rapidly, revealing his beautiful body. His muscles were tensed, making you shiver just at the sight of him. He came on top of you to kiss you again and you could indeed tell he’d been hard all evening.

 You looked at him in the eyes, smiling. You knew you did not need foreplay since you’d been dreaming about him during the whole ceremony so you gently guided him inside you, to feel complete, again.

 As he usually did when making love to you, he started with a slow pace, the two of you still exchanging passionate kisses. The pleasure was already getting more and more intense and both your breaths were getting heavier.

 He suddenly stopped and gently pulled out, making you frowned.

 “I would like to taste you...”, he commented as he softly dived towards your legs, still spreading kisses all over your body, making sure to give a special attention to each of your nipple.

 As his tongue was already working miracles between your legs, he took one of your hand and you squeezed it really hard, letting him know he was doing alright. With the other hand, he gently placed one then two fingers inside you, still playing with his mouth. You put your other hand in his wonderful auburn hair, slightly pressing him closer to you.

 You suddenly realized you had been teasing him all evening and that he was still willing as much pleasure as possible. So you grabbed his head and made him face you again to exchange yet another kiss.

 You kindly pushed him on his back and climbed on top of him. You adjusted yourself, his length fully filling you again, your hands on his chest. Again, your motions were like one and he softly grabbed your hips to carry on guiding you. You slowly put your body against his, never stopping your movements, just to feel his heartbeat again your chest.

 He continued to kiss every part of your skin his mouth could reach, closing his eyes because of the pleasure you were giving him. The two of you knew each other perfectly now and you could tell from his body language he was about to reach climax.

 You carried on moving but speeding up a little. Every single of his muscles suddenly tensed as you felt him having his orgasm inside you. He was softly moaning, whispering your name. Hearing him sough this way and seeing him this way made you reach climax as well, still filled with his length.

 You collapsed on top of him, out of breath and he caught you, pressing you tight against him.

 “Was it worth the wait?”, you asked him, giggling.

 “Everything and anything is worth the wait with you and for you, love.”, he replied, kissing your forehead.

 How was it possible to love someone even more than your proper self, you still had no idea. You thought it was only possible with Joseph Francis Mazzello, the third.

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Creep / Roger Taylor Drabble

Request: Hello darling! If you're not overwhelmed with requests to write, could you do a little fic where Roger Taylor protects the reader from some creepy guy? Thank you! 

Thank you love, it has been way too long! <3

You lay your hand on the rough paintwork that coats the bar door and slowly creak it open, the splinters slicing neatly through your fingertips as little bits of paint crumble to the floor. Glancing behind your back to make sure he wasn’t following you, you braved it out into the cool night air.

The hinges squeal as though they are a warning, but their plea is silenced by a wall of noise. A sharp smell of drink wafts out with you, followed the dank stench of cigarette smoke, like black plumes bellowing from the windows of a burning house. 

It was even eerier out on the sidewalk; the side alley you dipped into should have been thronging with bar commuters by this time of day. The litter instead blew like tumbleweed in the sharp November wind, the silence pressed in on you and all you could hear was the beating of your own heart, as well as the slight fizz of the streetlamp as it flickered auburn and back onto the tar of the empty road.

And then suddenly, it’s not empty.

He had followed you out.

His bloodshot eyes twitch uncomfortably under his slightly unkempt hair. He speaks with a brazen, yet intimidating voice; booming without flinch; his presence drains anyone's elated feelings, seemingly absorbing it for is own selfish self, leaving those around his child-like persona deflated and diffused. Bold gluttonous lightening feed into his cutting scythe; fuelling it for it's next unlucky encounter, which just happened to be you.

‘Hello beautiful, haha, what’s your name?’

‘Look, I’m not interested sir-’

‘What’s someone as beautiful as you doing out here, ha, what’s someone like you doing alone, you shouldn’t have to be alone out in the pitch dark, gorgeous. I can protect you, you know, I can keep you warm, and safe.’

The man is a charm to be sure. He has the right twinkle in his eyes and a voice that is more warm than sunlight on amber, with just the right hint of menace to make you back away, your hand sliding over the brick wall as the man frowns, following your every step. There's something in the way he looks at you too, like he's doing so much more than just taking in your form like others do. In that way his own face starts to look like a mask, controlled in order to have a particular effect on you. You mentally put in your ear plugs and find a reason to leave, any excuse, as his form hunches over yours and you can feel his breathe against your cheek, all warm and sickly sweet.

‘Look, I really need to go find my boyfriend-’

‘No need love, he’s right here. And who, might I ask, is this asshole?’

Before he could reply he was ripped off of you by an unknown person. Once you looked up you saw that it was Roger, anger flaring in his eyes as the man desperately tries to break free from his hands, but his fists had scrunched so hard into his shirt that his pathetic punches against Roger’s leather jacket were like rain drops hitting against the ocean.

He throws the man to the floor with a hissed warning, ‘don’t touch her again, or I won’t be so pleasant, next time.’

‘I believe it’s the ladies choice, pretty boy,’ he says with a crooked smile, spitting out a little blood onto Roger’s shoes as he looks up at you, licking his bottom lip slightly.

Roger scrunches up his face in disgust as he walks over to you, grabbing your hand to make sure you were alright, the two of you barely noticing a wild eyed Brian flying out the door with John on his heels, having heard the scuffle outside and fearing they would have to hold Roger back.

‘Next time I see you being unkind to any woman, especially my y/n, I will have your head, and that’s a promise.’

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Always knew you / chapter twentyone

Joe Mazzello x reader

Warning: just fluff, speaking about sex

Comment: Y/N is corrently 23, while Joe is 36.

Summary: you knew Joe all of your life, and as best friends you two always find the way back to each other.

Comment:

Sorry it is a filler, but literally had this two cute ideas couldn’t leave it out, but had nothing else next to it 🤷🏽‍♀️ but the next one, that is in the making for so loooooong

“I have a suprise for you!” Steps Joe out of your car as he tells you where to stop. It is a car shop and you look at him with shock on your face. “I thought we should upgrade your car before Sam arrives!”

“What are you planing?” You are not just suprised but upset too. “This car is perfect for families, I wanted this car so I can drive my niece in the safest way...” you say as the dealer walks to the two of you, but you have something more to say. “But we had sex... in... that... car!” You mimic Gartner from dear sidewalk and the dealer chocks next to you.

“But this is not what I want to hear right now!” He ends the Gartner impression.

“Oh really? i won’t change my car, I love it, I named it, I won’t get ride of it!” You step closer to him.

“You named it? What is It’s name?” He asks huffish.

“Gartner!” You try not to laugh.

“I’m sorry for stealing any of your time, I guess my wife does not want to change her car!” He turns to the dealer finally who can’t even say a word as you try not to laugh, but just fail. Joe follows you to your car laughing too. As you sit in he looks in your eyes and follow up in a serious note. “Oh man, there is anyone wondering why I fell in love with you?”

“Ooh so you like my humour?”

“And that you can make impressions of my characters so easily!” He kisses you softly.

“I had a lifetime to learn all of them!” You giggle.

You get home and sit down back to the computer as you finally have been telling everyone you wanted, so now it was time for the public to find out as you were already 22 weeks pregnant. You finish cutting the video you planed on putting out to instagram.

It starts with Joe speaking to your nonseeanle bump. “I already love you so much!” As you lay on the beach. The next snaps are him touching kissing your belly in different situations until it is really seeable. After your family and some of your friends are shown there is Lucy saying. “We can’t wait to meet you little girl!” There is Rami, Gwilym and Ben too and than Brian and at the end Roger. That is a snap from a different angel where your face is seeable too as he makes you blush with: “you should already know your mother is a hell of a bone!” You cover your face blushing, chuckling while he is speaking to your child in the womb.

As you post it you write “we can’t wait to meet you sweet child’o’mine! @joe_mazzello” as the caption.

To be continued...

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Story tags: @mrsmazzello