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[cherry-holland]

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[illfoandillfie]

2023 Advent: Day 11

Another one I've come up with myself. I think I got the idea for this from a reel on insta lmao. But I thot it'd make a nice Gwil blurb, especially because I felt I had to do something where he was nicer than the sugar daddy one lmao.

Warnings: Age Gap (unspecified but reader is in uni), P in V, unprotected sex, facial,

“Fuck Gwil,” you moaned, head dizzy and legs shaking as he made you cum for the second time. Fairly standard for him but vastly different to pretty much all the guys you’d been with before.   Gwilym groaned as your pussy tightened, managing to maintain his rhythm and keep his thumb working over your clit.   You squirmed, not sure if you were trying to get closer or further from his touch, but moaning as the wave of pleasure continued.   It was this sort of treatment that had convinced you to keep seeing him beyond what you'd expected would be a one night stand. You didn’t usually do the older guy thing but fuck he made a good case for switching. His cock alone was reason enough, not to mention his fingers and tongue and the fact that he knew where the clit was. But beyond sex you’d started to see why too. 

He had his own house and more money than guys your age which was nice. He knew how to cook and clean and was more emotionally mature, or mature in general really. The guys you’d previously been with, and the guys at uni you might have considered going out with, all seemed like children compared to Gwil. And he was respectful too. Of your space and your time and your belongings. He’d have happily spent the night with you without having sex at all. In fact, he’d suggested that when he realised his box of condoms was empty. But you’d been thinking about his cock all day and were practically desperate for it so told him you still wanted to. He’d double checked and was very sweet about making sure you didn’t feel pressured or anything like that.   “If it makes you feel better you could pull out and cum on me. That’d be hot,” you’d said as you’d reached into his pants, finding him stiffening already.   “Oh I like that idea,” he’d said, voice all low and rumbly and sexy, “You’d look good covered in my cum.”  “Yeah? Where would you like to see it most? Stomach? Ass?”  “Face.” 

After that there’d been very little room for talk. Mostly it had just been moaning and touching and kissing and fucking. He’d got you to cum very quickly, hitting just right as he pounded into you. And when you did, he moaned about how good your cunt felt, reminding you he was raw which made it all so much hotter. The second orgasm was better somehow but he must have felt the same because he pulled out nearly as soon as you were through it.  You whined at the sudden loss but he was already shuffling over you, his hand gliding over his cock, slick with your cum, as he held himself back while he lined up.   A groaned, “Close your eyes,” was all the warning you got and you hurried to do so before he grunted and you felt his cum spurt over your brow and cheeks and nose and lips seconds later. It went on longer than you’d expected to which just made you horny all over again.   Gwil was vocal throughout his release too, which you appreciated. You liked hearing him. Especially when he panted, “Fuck you’re so hot like this,” after he was done.  You would have opened your eyes and smiled except he’d already scooted back and begun kissing you desperately, pushing his cum onto your tongue with his. 

You were panting by the time he finally let you go, able to feel the cum and sweat drying on your skin even as your arched your body up into his, hoping for another round.   Gwil dropped a soft, much more chaste, kiss to your lips and said, “You must be getting uncomfortable under all my mess. I’ll find you something to clean up, give me a second.”  You nodded, sitting up as soon as his weight was off you. Surprisingly Gwil left the room, still naked which you supposed was a perk of owning your own home and not having flatmates. But, as far as your experience went guys usually handed you a shirt or, if you were lucky, towel from their floor. Once you’d even been handed your own dress to clean yourself up. Gwil’s dirty laundry wasn’t on the floor but he hadn’t stopped at his laundry basket in the corner of his room either, so you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. You sat there wondering if you were meant to follow or if you should just bite the bullet and tidy up as much as possible with your discarded shirt. But Gwil came back before long and knelt beside you on the bed.  “Close eyes again,” he said softly, lifting what appeared to be a damp facewasher up to your cheek.   It was comfortably warm against your skin, his strokes as gentle as possible as he properly took care of you. And once again you found yourself thinking that maybe there were a few goood reasons to date older men.   “Feel better?” he asked when he was through.  All you could do was look up at him and nod, speechless at how well he treated you.   His smile was adorable as he leaned in to give you a small kiss before setting the cloth on his nightstand and rejoining you under the covers.   You snugged into him, still not quite capable of anything more than gazing at him in rapt wonder.   “You’re quiet,” his hand rubbed over your thigh, “everything okay?”  “Perfect,” you nodded, pulling him into another, deeper kiss. 

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Bo Rhap Boys (and some of their other characters) fic rec masterlist

Updated 9 October 2023

Bo Rhap Boys

Headcanons

BohRap Boys as Elementary Teachers! by @likesomekindofcheese

Ben Hardy 

Series

And they were roommates by @fallingprincess

Save You by @fallingprincess

One shots

bookends by @almightygwil

Falling by @demo-wise

Glitter Blood by @fallingprincess

guessing games by @angrylizardjacket

Just Say You Won’t Let Go by @backstage-journal 

Movie Night by @pxroxide-prinxcesss

Nicotine Buzz by @redspecialty

Pain and other magical kinks by @fallingprincess

the proposal by @seven-seas-of-taylor

temporary fix by @seven-seas-of-taylor

Timing by @fallingprincess

[Unnamed request] by @illfoandillfie

Gwilym Lee

One shots

A Nice Surprise with Gwilym by @deacyblues

carolina by @almightyellie

classy girls by @almightyellie

from the shadows by @deacyblues

i lived by @almightyellie

like the movies by @brianmays-hair

meet on the ledge by @archaicmusings

patience by @almightyellie

p.s. i love you by @almightyellie

Joe Mazzello

Series

Agape by @joemazzmatazz

One shots

born losers by @archaicmusings

Date Night by @just-my-sickly-pride

Drowning by @joe-mazzello

Home. by @halfofwhatisayismeaningless

i’ll be in the front row by @angrylizardjacket

just give me a call by @mazzell-ro

Like a River Runs by @joemazzmatazz

linger a little longer by @rhapsodyrecs

love calls you by your name by @archaicmusings

Meant to go this way by @fallingprincess

Niece To Meet You by @moodysunflowergirl

Party For One by @joemazzmatazz

Request 1 by @assembledherethevolunteers

stars, cake, and kisses by @mazzell-ro

Stood Up, Make Love by @illfoandillfie

You Make Me Feel Like Dancin’ by @deacyblues

Blurbs

[700 follower celebration blurb] by @joemazzmatazz

Pat Murray

One shots

Collisions and Confessions by @assembledherethevolunteers

Love With Its Back Turned by @gardnerlangway

Napkin Numbers by @quinoaisrethinkinglife

Tim Murphy

One shots

Absolutely Smitten by @officially-multi-fandom

neighbor by @patmvrray

John Deacon

One shots

a dying art by @ineloqueent

A Permanent Deal by @adrenaline-roulette

crayons & caresses by @brianmays-hair

don’t go by @patmvrray

my wife by @ineloqueent

The Fire and the Flames by @deacyblues

Headcanons

Being a bassist and dating John Deacon by @stardust-killer-queen

Roger Taylor

Series

You’re a Legend, Freddie by @rogertayloriskindacool

One shots

Dining at The Ritz we’ll meet at 9 by @adrenaline-roulette 

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[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: Bohemian Rhapsody

Rating: PG-13

Director: Bryan Singer

Cast: Rami Malek, Gwilym Lee, Ben Hardy, Joseph Mazzello, Lucy Boynton, Aidan Gillen, Allen Leech, Tom Hollander, Mike Myers, Aaron McCusker, Meneka Das, Ace Bhatti, Priya Blackburn, Max Bennett, Dermot Murphy, Dickie Beau, Jack Roth, Neil Fox-Roberts, Jess Radomska, Michelle Duncan

Release year: 2018

Genres: music, history, drama

Blurb: Singer Freddie Mercury, guitarist Brian May, drummer Roger Taylor, and bass guitarist John Deacon take the music world by storm when they form the rock ‘n’ roll band Queen in 1970. Hit songs become instant classics. When Mercury’s increasingly wild lifestyle starts to spiral out of control, Queen soon faces its greatest challenge yet: finding a way to keep the band together amid the success and excess.

[almightyellie]

Hello!! Idk if you're still writing for Gwilym, but is there any chance you might write more blurbs on Professor Lee?? I am in love with your writing <3

hey!! this is so sweet, thank you <3 i have a few blurbs kicking around my drafts that i’ll probably clean up and release as i find them!

[isitstraightvodka]

Strip

in which gwil doesn't like you and it's your mission to find out why.

pairing: gwilym lee x fem!reader

word count: 4.5k+

warnings: enemies to lovers, smut (the rough kind), oral (both m and f receiving), angst, swearing, alcohol use

a/n: hello my loves! i present to u what i have been working on for a while, it's filthy so read ahead w caution 😂😳 i really hope u enjoy it and please let me know if u do. any feedback, asks / rbs, would be much appreciated xx also gif credit is @mazzelloplots​ 💕

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You had no idea what you'd done for Gwil to hate your guts but it must be dead serious because he just about didn't give you any attention whenever you were in the same room. It was infuriating, as each day passed, you racked your brain to remember if you'd done or said anything for him to act like this around you but as always, nothing came to mind. All you got was a cold stare, or no eye contact at all, and at the very least, a few sentences but that was it. It made it even worse that both of you were friends with Ben, after all that's how you were introduced to each other, you figured he'd be a good guy as was evident the first time you met, a regular mutual friend greeting; first handshake, small smiles and twinkling new eyes but ever since then, everything had changed.

Every time you went out and saw Gwil, he either said nothing to you but "Hi." or he'd rush off somewhere else the moment you approached him. The cold shoulder did not do anything for your confidence, you were a friendly person and loved meeting new people but this was something else entirely, the confusion soon turned to tension and anger, ripping at your hair during lonely nights in your apartment, thinking why doesn't he like me? Then you went to Ben who just shrugged and said he'd warm up to you eventually, which you found incredibly difficult to believe, you weren't having it, it had been almost half a year and no progress, you'd had enough, you had to confront him.

Your opportunity arose only a week later, during a party at Joe's house.  it made your muscles tense up knowing you were going to see Gwil, and it wasn't fair of him to give you this sort of treatment without a shred of explanation. Everything was in full-swing when you arrived by your lonesome, but you didn't waste no longer than ten minutes making your move, so there you were, drink in hand, when you cornered him talking to Lucy. Walking head held high, you approached them, and Lucy smiled when she noticed you, you shared a kiss on the cheek before exchanging respective compliments on each other's looks, then your attention went to him.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

Both he and Lucy looked at you before the blonde nudged him with her arm, giving him a cool stare, as if to say, "Go sort this out", which was true since you and her had talked about the situation too, and her response was "It's between you and him, so get in there girl and stand up for yourself", and right now, tonight, you were going to heed her advice.

Gwil took a deep breath and walked next to you as you made your way to the nearest room, where it was quiet enough to talk, but the walk there seemed to stretch on for hours instead of a matter of seconds. You could feel the anxiety flooding through your body when his arm brushed your shoulder, you could tell he wasn't looking at you, his fingers gripping his wine glass a little too tight. Some sort of emotion hung between the two of you, you couldn't put your finger on it but it was something strong, something deep, Great another thing for you to be confused about. What you didn't know is that Gwil felt it too. 

After what felt like an age, you entered the guest bedroom, all neat and empty, leaving the impression nobody had stayed in there for a long time. Gwil had his free hand tucked into the pocket of his dark jeans, standing by the door once he closed it, silencing the bustle of the party, but still didn't give you his attention. You took a deep breath and tapped your nail on the rim of your drink, allowing your heartbeat to decrease, opening the conversation very kindly.

"I believe there is something we have to discuss."

All he did was part his lips and take a swig of red wine, leaning back against the wall, crossing one ankle over the other. Not one word left his mouth, he didn't move an inch and it took a lot in you not to start raising your voice. Why does he not want to talk to you? What is up his ass? Fucking say something, you bastard! The tension in the room was too stifling for you to cope with so you spoke again, but harsher.

"Fuck, you should man up and talk to me like a decent bloke, I thought you would be."

And that's when he finally looked at you. Without even realising it, the suddenness of eye contact made shivers run down your spine, deep blue eyes staring into yours, brows furrowed in faint disgust.

"Hate to burst your bubble then, love."

More shivers, rippling throughout your bones so fast you were almost afraid he'd be able to notice you slightly trembling. His voice wasn't supposed to do that....but it did, from the way he said it, from the way you finally saw his eyes in clear view, how fucking hot he looked just standing there, how had you not noticed that before? Because his blind hatred of you clouded that fact. You shook the thoughts out of your head and stood your ground.

"I seriously have no clue why you been acting like this around me. I have been nothing but kind to you, I haven't said one bad word to you, I truly wanted us to be friends but you find an excuse to escape me every chance you get!"

Your cheeks flushed red once the words left your lips, your free hand scrunching up into a fist, nails digging into your palm. Gwil all but sighed and...was that a smirk you saw? No, just a trick of the lights. The point of his shoe tapped the carpet as he looked down at his half-empty glass, collecting his thoughts.

"Not a bad word? I heard you talking to Joe the other week, you called me a dickhead."

"I have every reason to, you barely talk to me. This is the most you've talked to me in weeks."

"If you have reasons, then I have them too."

"Fucking tell me then instead of practically ignoring me! It's childish."

"So I'm the child but you're the one yelling." He cocked an eyebrow, was that another smirk? He's got me so confused? Is that what he wants?

"How do you expect me to react? I haven't appreciated the cold shoulder, Gwilym."

"I don't appreciate you running your mouth."

"Could just tell me whatever reasons you have instead of this."

You and him went back forth, trying to fight each other but it didn't seem to do anything good, it only heightened the tension between you two but a specific kind of tension. One you knew now and one he managed to figured out seeing you in front of him, raising your voice. In this moment, he saw how attractive you were, more so than he already thought, your face heating up and your hair glowing from the muted lights, the dress hugging your body almost provocatively, silver diamonds hanging from your ears and cherry-coloured lips parted slightly between words. You were so sexy and the alcohol buzzing through him wasn't helping, but this was the reason for it all. He fancied you.

"Look, it's complicated." He sighed, resting his head back against the wall. You had to bite back a laugh, is he serious?

"No, it's not. Open your mouth and just tell me."

But it turns out he didn't need to open his mouth, at least not the way you expected him to. It happened swiftly, too fast for you to comprehend, all you really saw was his glass fall to the floor, wine staining the carpet, then he crossed the room over you within three strides, took your face in his hands and crushed his lips against yours.

Your eyes flew open in surprise at the sudden pressure of his kiss...his kiss? You could barely understand what was happening, he held onto you like he needed air to breathe, you could taste the wine on his tongue, it was intoxicating, it felt...nice but was the wine nice or the aggression of his mouth? Questions swirled your mind, it didn't help your emotions during this moment, you didn't realise your mouth had opened on its own which allowed him to slip his tongue in a little and close the gap between you again, the second kiss even harder and more passionate, the softest groan of relief and delight from him ringing in your ears. You almost let yourself fall under his spell before you caught yourself and made a muffled squeak, your hand finding his jacket and pushing him away from you, gasping for a breath.

"What the fuck, Gwil?"

Thoughts circled your head, words bouncing off the walls, your hand brushing over your bottom lip, the gloss transferring to your skin as it had done on his lips, stained and shiny, you were surprised you were still holding your wine glass. He cocked an eyebrow at you as heat rose to his cheeks, he raised his hand almost as if he was apologising but you stopped him, holding up your own hand and shaking your head.

"What was that?"

"I...I kissed you."

"No shit Sherlock! Why? How is that supposed to explain anything?"

"I'm- I..." He couldn't seem to find the right words, he hesitated reaching his hand out further before deciding against it and pushing it back through his hair. You gulped, why is it so hot when he does that? You were so glad he couldn't read your mind right now, if he had heard what you just said, you sure would wish for the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

"You think a kiss is going to solve everything? I'm not some plastic doll for you to play around with however you please."

"I..I know, I just..."

"Just what? I thought you'd tell me with words, I though-"

"Oh for fuck's sake, I like you, okay?"

His pupils were blown wide as much as yours when he half-yelled the words and this time you were sure the glass was going to slip through your fingers but it still didn't, in fact you had a right mind to just down the whole thing after what he told you. You thought he didn't like you...he liked you? If you were confused before, then you were even more now, your hand fell to your side as you stared at him, eyes like glass, you couldn't even blink. Gwil's gaze had turned to the floor, pretending to be interested in the pale white carpet, his fingers moving to the back of his neck where sweat began to form. He waited for you to speak, the seconds ticked by painfully, it felt so long before you said anything.

"You...like me?" You gulped, trying to process his revelation. He chewed on his bottom lip and tucked both hands back into his pocket, nodding as his eyes flicked over to you.

"Yeah, I do, I like you. A lot."

His voice seemed fearful, anxious but with an underlying desperation, like that of a teenager admitting a big brush, it was rather cute in your eyes; first hot now cute? How can he be both? Stop it, stop questioning everything. You cursed yourself, fingers wrapped around your glass harder you thought it might crack. Instead of replying, you drained the wine, it was the only thing you could think of doing. Gwil watched as your throat moved, as you swallowed, he shuddered and prayed he wasn't showing through his pants, now wasn't the best time, especially with how you reacted. You sighed as the last drop fell into your mouth and rushed through your veins, you finally let the glass fall from your grasp and land with a small thud on the carpet. Your fingers came together in front of you, interlacing as you twiddled your thumbs, eyelids fluttering as you collected your thoughts, one deep breath and you looked at him.

"I don't understand. You like me, but you have been acting like you hate me, why do that?"

Gwil didn't answer right away, he fidgeted, hands still in his pockets, his vision now turning to eye the golden lamp on the bedside table. In this light, you could see the sparkle in his eyes, the deepest blue, like a calm ocean, like a pair of warm sapphires, you found yourself not looking away. 

"I didn't mean to be that way, I was just afraid." He said, still not looking at you.

"Why afraid?"

"Of rejection. Of you already being taken. I didn't want to admit anything if I had no chance with you." He confessed, raising one hand out of his pocket to massage his neck, your eyes locked to his fingers, wondering what they'd feel like around your ne- Cut it out! You banished your dirty thought and continued the talk.

"The worst I could say is no, and I'd mean it without any offense. And I'm not taken, I think you'd know if I was."

"That's the thing, I thought you were!"

"How did you come to that conclusion?" You peered at him. He sighed and scratched his beard, stubble littering his cheeks and chin, and right then, another X-rated thought entered your brain, You wonder what that would feel like between your legs...will it tickle? Itch? Arouse you? You think you wanted to know.

"Because you and Ben, and I...didn't want to get in the way"

You and Ben? You gave him a perplexed look as you tried to work out what your friend had got to do with any of this. Ben was really a great guy, you enjoyed his company, years of friendship had blossomed between him and you, and you loved being able to see him when he wasn't busy with his star-studded career, but there wasn't anything there to insinuate something more was happening between you two. 

Then it hit you.

"You thought that Ben...and me...that we...? Oh god no we're just friends!"

You bit back a giggle. Ben was easy on the eyes, anyone could see that, even Joe said it, multiple times, many conversation he'd told you, "That fucker's stupidly gorgeous isn't he?" but he was not your type. He was more like a brother to you than anything else. Sure there was the occasional kiss on the cheek, hugs a little longer than usual, his arm around your waist or ruffling your hair when you told a stupid joke, but friends did that, they could do that without having feelings for each other. Gwil almost lost his balance after what you said, Just friends...Just friends...

"Are you sure? I mean he's the pretty boy."

"Okay he's pretty but he is like family to me, I wouldn't hit that even if I was piss drunk." 

Your mouth curled at the corners, as did his and both of you shared  a small laugh. Your eyes fell upon the empty wine glass on the floor, teeth tugging at your lower lip; you could see Gwil's body shift a little closer, one foot in front of the other, until he was standing before you, chests almost touching. His fingers stroked your jaw, moving underneath your chin to bring your gaze up to his face. He looked...intense but still had a softness behind his eyes, something sweet and hesitant but at the same time, you could feel he wanted to continue the kiss he gave only minutes ago.

"So...no Ben?"

You rested your hand on his wrist, giving him a smile as your eyes went from his to his lips, mouth watering at the memory of them on yours.

"No Ben."

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"Gwil..."

His name was like chocolate on your tongue, as his tongue worked over and against your slick folds. One hand in his hair and the other curled behind your head, back arching with every hum he made against you, his mouth was insane, you hadn't felt such pleasure in god knows how long; he really knew what he was doing.  And he seemed to enjoy it as much as you did, smiling as he pressed kisses to your swollen clit, groaning with each flick and lick, with each tug you made on his hair, and that mixed with the feeling of his stubble rubbing your inner thighs and right above your mound as he angled his lips in the most delightful of ways. 

You were getting closer, you could almost taste it, feel it....but he stopped and raised his face from between your legs, his arms still wrapped around your flushed thighs. His mouth was wet, his hair in disarray and his eyes dilated; he looked fucking hot, but right now, you wanted to scream at him for stopping it right when you were about to finish. He could see you were almost angry at how suddenly he pulled away from your heat, he stroked the curve of your left breast as he began to lay down next to you, his free hand resting over his mouth.

"Come sit here."

It took you a few seconds to realise what he meant, your breath got caught in your throat, slowly blinking at him in surprise.

"Are you...are you sure?"

"Yes, you're so beautiful, I'd love nothing more than for you to ride my tongue."

You certainly did not expect something so foul to come out of his mouth but fuck you loved it. A smile grew on your face as you sat up, as he brought his hands to your hips just as you were about to face the headboard, he pushed you in the other direction a tad.

"Sit the other way, baby."

Your cheeks became hot and you were almost embarrassed at how flustered a simple petname made you. You gasped as you got into position, his nose right there against you and in your line of eyesight was his sweaty body, his happy trail disappearing into his jeans, and through those, a bulge was unmistakable.

You'd made him hard and you hadn't done anything but kiss him, you giggled at the reality of it, the embarrassment fading into smugness. Gwil moved his hands over your thighs, giving one of them a slap and you yelped in shock.

"What are you laughing about, huh?"

You bit your lip as you answered.

"You're hard."

"O'course I fucking am. Eating you out did that to me, hell you make me hard just by looking at me." He murmured on you, and before you could say anything, his tongue was back on you, licking back and forth, covering the length of your heat, he didn't leave one spot untouched by his tongue. Moans flew out of your mouth, sweat beading on your skin as he switched between his lips and his tongue, going so far as to telling you to bounce, and doing that was one hell of an experience. You leaned forward and raised your hips so you could move more, his tongue stuck out flat so you could feel it inside you, warming you up, stretching you out, he really cared about making you feel good and giving you the best feeling before you reached your high.

Your hands latched onto the belt around his jeans, curled over his body, grinding over his mouth, his facial hair once again giving you that cherry on top, his growls of hunger and delight pushing you over the edge. One palm slapped your ass cheeks, his name flowing from your lips again.

"Cum for me, cum on my face, sweet girl."

And you did just that, body shaking as you rode out your orgasm on his face, his lips never detaching from your clit, intending to make you have the most explosive high, and it sure felt like that. Your toes and fingers were on fire, your heart shot through the roof and you had trouble catching your breath as he lapped you up, "Mm you taste so good", another slap to your ass, chuckling against your heat, nose bumping on your clit, making you whimper a little given how sensitive you were. You slowly sat up and ran a hand through your damp hair, laughing through deep breathes.

"Fuck, you're amazing at that."

"Thought I wouldn't be?" You could feel his smirk beneath you.

"No no, just...wow."

Gwil smirked wider and gave your clit one last kiss, your eyes back on the even-harder bulge in his jeans. He'd just made you feel incredible. You wanted to do the same to him. So instead of moving from your position, you simply leaned down over his toned chest and started unbuckling his belt.

"Oh I see someone's hungry too." He laughed, hands resting on your red ass. Something came over you, the sexual side of you suddenly arose and within seconds, his belt was off and you were pulling his jeans down. He gave you some help by lifting his hips, you pushed them down to his knees and now you could see how hard he actually was, almost bursting to be released from the prison of his boxers. You didn't want to keep him waiting, you giggled and tucked your fingers into them, and pushed them down to join his jeans, more giggles spilling out when you got the first proper look at his cock.

The tip was pink, precum already forming, he was thick, very girthy, bigger than you thought but still you weren't that surprised. You slipped your fingers around him and gripped him and he hissed, his breath hot on your cunt. You smiled to yourself and pumped him a few times, relishing how warm and hard he was in your hand, the pads of your fingers rubbing over the veins, satisfied with your work, you puckered your lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock, and the noise he made was so fucking sexy, the sweetest groan and the hottest whine.

"Holy shit..."

You concentrated on where you sucked and moved your mouth, your hand tight around the base of his shaft. From previous experiences, you knew lubricant of any kind worked a treat, so you took a moment to pull your lips off and spit over the head, gently rubbing wetness all over his length; that got him considering the deep moans he was making right against your clit. Feeling his mouth so close to you while you sucked him off made you powerful, like you had him in your corner, it was your turn to give him pleasure and in his hand, he hadn't felt this good in a long time. 

When his eyes were open, they were on your cunt, fucking you with his vision, his hands moving from your ass to your hips to your upper thighs, gripping your skin as his own hips started to move with your mouth and before long, Gwil was fucking your mouth. You choked and whimpered around his cock, delicious sounds from his perspective, leaving marks on your ass from how hard he was holding you.

"Your mouth's so warm and tight fuck baby I-"

His words encouraged you to do more, fingers away from his cock and moving to his balls, you grabbed one and he let out a cry of delight, jerking his hips up faster until your eyes started to water; it burned but it was a good burn, making Gwil feel this way made you feel good, pleasing him made you feel good. As you squeezed his balls, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, neck craned all the way back over the pillow, his toes curling over the end of the bed. Your own thighs started to shake and your throat tightened around him, and he lost his hand.

"Just like that, yeah."

And with your mouth around him and your fingers gripping his balls, he finished, quicker than you thought; it wasn't even three minutes and you tasted hot thickness, his cum, him. You gagged a little as you removed your lips softly like sucking a lollipop, strings of your saliva dripping from his cock. You gasped and swallowed; you never spat out, it was a rule you gave yourself, what a waste it would be to spit, especially after sucking Gwil off, and speaking of him, his breath was heavy and fast, chest puffing in and out as he came down from his high, eyes glittering and a cheesy grin on his face.

"You're amazing at that."

All you could do was giggle and say, "I know."

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ.·:*¨༺

He was buried deep inside your walls, stretching out every inch and corner of you, the strokes of his cock were heavenly, easily hitting your g-spot over and over again. Your legs were wrapped high around his waist, ankles crossed over, nails digging into his back and dragging down his spine, one of his hands gripping the headboard and the other on your thigh, keeping you in place as he fucked you raw.

"Gwil, Gwil...please.." 

"Please what? What do you want?" He grunted between thrusts. Tears burned your lids as your hips smashed with his, lips inches away from his, his warm breath setting your face alight.

"Please...I want to cum, I want us to cum together..."

"Oh fuck.."

The way he moved got harder, faster, more aggressive to the point where your legs were turning into jelly and all you could feel was his stiff cock, you could not even get a proper sentence out anymore, if you did, it was laced with high whines. As his body meshed with your own, your eyes glanced at his arm, where his hand held onto the headboard with so much force you wondered why it hadn't broken. You felt yourself melt into the bed at the sight of his bicep, skin wrapped thin around the muscles, a sheen of sweat coating over his arm, more sweat on his forehead and at the back of his neck, face dipping close to your jaw, the air humid between the two of you.

"I'm gonna cum, shit- but I'm not wear-"

"I'm..on the p-p-pill, cum in me, Gwil." You gripped at him, pulling his chest closer, clenching your cunt around him, desperate for him to finish. The "fucking hell" told you he was only seconds away and sure enough, you felt it, you felt his orgasm, how his cock pulsated inside you, even better inside you than in your mouth and you followed barely a minute after when he was still riding out his high, your back off the bed and your legs trembling around him, harsh scratches left deep in his back because of you. 

Gwil collapsed on top of you, your fingers finding their way into his sweaty hair, as he slowly pulled out of you, the remnants of what you'd just did together dripping down your thigh, something he found extremely attractive. He attached his lips to yours in a passionate sweet kiss, as if you two hadn't just fucked each other's brains out, smiling as he broke the kiss and pressed another to your nose.

"Didn't think this would happen coming here tonight." He guffawed, rolling off you to get comfortable beside you. Like second nature, you curled up into him, your arm draped over his chest and his over your shoulders, sheets askew down to his waist as well as yours; to the both of you, cuddling after sex was as special as the act of sex itself.

"Neither did I...but I like that it happened." You smiled up at him. His fingers stroked your hair, his lips against the top of your head.

"Yeah? Me too."

You and Gwil stayed there, having cuddle time and striking up a conversation about what this meant for your relationship; you liked him and he liked you but for right now, it was agreed upon that the sex was great and that's what it would be, unless deeper feelings crept in. Time was lost, you felt safe with him, his hand in your hair as you traced patterns on his skin, but as much as you loved having this, you knew you couldn't stay here all night.

"We should get back. Everyone will be wondering where we are." You sat up and gathered the sheets up to your chest, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Gwil joined you and rubbed the back of his neck.

"You're right about that, let's go, love." He said, and just as he was about to get out of the bed, there was a knock at the door followed by a very familiar American accent.

"I don't know what's happening in there but if you two are done defiling MY guest bedroom, you'd better come out and watch Ben do Jell-O shots off me." 

You burst out laughing and your head fell into Gwil's neck at Joe's statement, he chuckled along with you and sighed deeply, eyebrows raised; he didn't want to leave this room either, not with having you in the bed, gloriously naked and beautiful. But still, the two of you had to rejoin the party. He kissed your temple and rubbed your shoulder as giggles slipped through your lips, he couldn't help but smile even wider at the sound of your laughter.

"Well well we can't miss that, can we?"

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[acdeaky]

day 19 - christmas baking

warning: fluff, use of the word b*mb

note: i wasn’t sure about this one at first, but it turned out so sweet and i want this 🥺

it seemed that the flour and sugar were everywhere. the white powders were flecked onto the pages of the recipe book, but the countertop had taken the most damage.

somehow, your dedicated afternoon of baking had resulted in something going into the oven, hopefully something edible, but how you had gotten there was still unknown.

but now, after the chaos of attempting to bake, the hands of gwil periodically tracing over your body and the many stolen kisses, all that was left to do was clean the kitchen. that posed a threat in itself, especially with gwil still ready at a moments notice to get his own back on you and your small flour bombs.

“can we call a truce?” you called out to him from behind your side of the kitchen, hiding behind a set of cupboards to avoid gwil’s wrath.

“and do you expect me to believe that’s what you’re truly proposing?” he replied, the top of his head bouncing up from behind his hiding stop as he allowed his eyes to scan over the room for yoy.

“baby, look at our kitchen. if we’re ever going to clean this up, we need a truce. please?” you were practically begging, your mind thinking of how difficult it would be to get flour out of the small nooks and crannies.

luckily, your small plea was enough for gwil to surrender, coming from where he hid to pull you into a hug. your flour covered fronts pressed together as a small cloud of white surrounded you both.

“i still can’t believe there’s actual bakes in the oven.” gwil mumbled into your head, his lips leaving a small kiss before you replied.

“neither can i. but this kitchen still needs a clean.”

“i know, i know,” he agreed, trying to settle you back into his embrace for a little while longer. “let’s just stay here for now.”

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[pedros-mustache-main]

gwil looking deep into your eyes and saying "you have bewitched me body and soul"

what in the ever-loving hell. i wrote this instead of doing my modern history homework. what of it?

he catches you by surprise on an overcast afternoon. your arms are tired, weary from hanging freshly-laundered clothes on the line. despite the gray sky, the air is warm and breezy. you’re content, having spent the afternoon with your sister and her new husband back from their honeymoon. 

you marvel at the way she glows in married life. she’s changed, though only just. at one point, you’d thought there would never be someone brave enough to court her. she’s like a kite, colorful and excitable; daring, too; always reaching for the sky. she’d be happy to die a spinster, so long as she could maintain her freedom. but along came joseph—and he caught the strings of her kite with ease. he doesn’t hold her down, doesn’t tug on her strings like a leash. he holds her like he was made to watch her fly and never let her go, like he was built to protect her from eager branches and thunderstorms and wayward birds. watching them sit on the settee, hands clasped in radiant happiness, you’d wondered if you, too, will find someone like him some day. 

the sound of danielle’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and you turn to see her, brunette locks free around her shoulders despite your mother’s quip that it is decidedly unladylike to traipse around in such a state. you still, the frock in your hands dangerously low to the ground, when you see who walks by her side. he’s tall, well-built, and painfully handsome.

it’s him. it’s gwilym.

you stand frozen as he draws near. danielle grins, her arm around his, that annoying glint flickering in her eyes. she stops before the wicker basket on the ground, and, for a moment, you hope none of your chemises are on display.

“look who i found sneaking about the front garden, [y/n]? it’s mr. lee!” danielle grins up at him. “he said he’s here to pay joseph and i well wishes for our marriage, but i thought there must be an ulterior motive.”

shock and embarrassment mingle in the blush that rises to your cheeks. “danielle!” you whisper harshly. 

she simply laughs, tossing her head back with ease. “the two of you have been dancing around like fools the last two summers. frankly, it’s making me dizzy. i wish you would do us all a favor and simply admit your feelings.”

gwilym shifts on his feet, working the brim of his hat between his fingers. he glances between you and your sister both, his own blush painting his high cheekbones. “mrs. mazzello,” he begins. “i don’t think—”

danielle drops his arm suddenly and steps away. she turns toward the house. “what’s that? you need me right away?” she throws a non-plussed look at you. “can you believe my husband?” she huffs. “dragging me away from you two like this? left with no chaperone? unbelievable, he is, but it is my duty to answer his call. i trust you both will behave.”

she flounces away, the ribbons of her dress trailing behind her as she answers the nonexistent call, leaving you alone, with the object of all your affections and desires and hopes.

there’s a beat of silence.

“i think—”

“i’m sorry—”

you both speak at once then stop before sharing an amused laugh. you wring the frock between your hands and glance at the ground. he gestures to you.

“you speak first, miss [y/l/n].”

looking up, you meet his eyes. “i’m sorry for my sister,” you say. “she’s... vivacious and conniving.” 

he chuckles and looks at the toes of his shoes, nodding. “i’d gathered. my friend is absolutely besotted.”

you smile, thinking of the way joseph lights up the moment danielle enters the room or opens her mouth to speak. “who wouldn’t be?”

gwilym hums in approval. “who wouldn’t indeed.”

sidestepping the laundry basket, you lift it to your hip and tilt your head toward the house. “would you like some tea, sir? i’m sure my mother can make a fresh pot, and i’m sure joseph would love to see you.”

still wringing his hat between his hands, he shakes his head. “no—well, yes, but i—” he sighs. “your sister was not incorrect about my reasons for coming here today.”

you hesitate, feel your eyebrow arch, your heart quicken. “oh?”

this is what you sister means—this dance. since meeting gwilym, you have fallen harder for him every waking moment. he’s kind and generous and intelligent. he’s well-read and well-spoken. he makes your heart thump and your palms sweat and your knees weak. you love him, completely and utterly, but you have never said a word of it apart from to your sister. he is far too good for you, too well-off. some other girl, richer and prettier than you, deserves his affections.

still, he has paid you several calls over the last two summers. he’s danced with you at the village cotillion. once, he’d given you a poem he’d read, cut from one of his father’s books, that made him think of you. there is something, you think, between you both, but you will never act on it. you are not danielle; you cannot be brave and take charge like she can.

“i came because i have a request for you,” he says. his words are slow, as if he’s planned them out ahead of time and is careful to not let his tongue trip over his sentences. 

you blink, a crease forming on your brow. “a request? what sort of request?”

“well, it’s a rather large one. i’ve taken a lot of time considering, you see, and i think you would be a perfect fit.”

“oh—is this about the position in your home?”

he nods. “the very same.”

your heart gives a little in your chest, but you adjust the basket on your hip and nod. “my mother told me of it.”

“she did?” his tone is somewhere between a squeak and a breath of relief. you can’t tell.

“yes. she said i would fit well. i know what i’m supposed to do, after all. i’ve been doing it all my life.”

gwilym frowns. “miss [y/l/n], i’m not entirely sure we’re speaking of the same position.”

you shake your head, uncertainty blooming in your chest. “but don’t you need a housekeeper, sir? what with your father’s passing and how large your estate is i thought that—”

“by god, woman, i don’t want you as a housekeeper! i want you as a wife!”

his outburst, so different from his usual gentle tone of voice, shocks you to your core. you drop the wicker basket with a gasp, rags and blankets and frocks spilling onto the carpet of grass beneath your bare feet.

he speaks fast then, as if his carefully planned script has been taken with the wind. a flush of frustration creeps up his neck, spreading onto his clenched jaw. “do you not know how much i care for you, [y/n]? i have thought of you endlessly these past two years. you have bewitched me body and soul, and i love you.”

“oh.”

“oh? can you say nothing else?”

“well, i suppose—i mean—do you really want me as your wife?”

his face eases, his lips tilting into a smile. “you and none other.”

narrowing your eyes, you smile and take a step closer. you’re standing on a dress, you think, but it doesn’t really matter. it can be washed again. he stays still, and you wonder if this is the closest you’ve ever stood to him. he feels much taller here; you must crane your neck to meet his eyes. he smells of sandalwood and fresh pine.

“say it again,” you whisper.

“what?” his breath fans along your face. 

“my name—say it again.”

he lifts his thumb, brushes it along your cheek with such tenderness you nearly melt. “[y/n],” he whispers, lowering his lips to kiss your forehead. “[y/n].” he kisses your cheek. “[y/n].” your other cheek. hesitating above your lips, he quirks an eyebrow. “what say you? will you relent and marry me?”

“yes,” you breathe. “a thousand times yes.”

he lowers his mouth to yours and kisses you hard, his arms winding around your back. somewhere over your shoulder, you think you can hear your sister banging her hand in elation against the window, but you don’t care. your mouth moves across his with such ease and perfection, and you know he is right: you are the perfect fit for him, and he is for you.

[buckyjamess-archive]

hi lovely! could u do gwil w the prompts 'looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a while' and 'that wasn't very subtle'? happy december ✨

☆ December writing ☆

Happy December liv & thank you for the request! 🌠

A blizzard, one like you'd never seen before-- the high winds blowing the snow around, covering every surface with the white fluffy goodness. Though, you're pretty sure the winds could take out a kid, hell, maybe even you, the whole thing made the town you were staying at during this holiday all a lot more holiday-like. 

You wrap your hands around your nearly finished cup of coffee, watching the people walk around in a hurry to get inside a shop or the little coffee shop you'd found yourself in hours before the blizzard turned up unannounced. Sudden gust of cold air ghosting through the shop when yet another person made it in, shaking off the snow on the, most likely, drenched welcome mat, ordering a hot beverage while they're at it.

you finish the rest of your own drink and make yourself comfortable in the booth you're sitting in. Opening the book you'd bought a few days ago, getting lost in the words like you did before the weather changed. 

"Excuse me?" The voice, belonging to a tall man, makes you look up from your book. 

The man points to the empty spot across from you and if trying to find the right words, his mouth open and close, like a fish gasping for air washed upon a shore. 

"Is this seat taken?" There's a doubt in his eyes, not sure if you're a local or a tourist not being able to speak or understand a word of what he just asked 

"No, no it's not." You smile, helping the man out of his state of doubt. 

"Do you mind if I join?" 

you shake your head and watch as the man slides into the booth, pulls the beanie from his head along with his gloves and shawl and places them next to him. 

And if the accent wasn't enough to make your stomach twist, your gaze lingers on the stranger a bit longer than  you intend to-- he's handsome, you note. 

you smile sheepishly when he catches you staring and copies the same sheepishly smile. 

You dive back into your book. Re-reading the same sentence over and over, intrigued by the stranger. You had your reasons to be here alone, it was your choice- was this man going to celebrate Christmas alone or did he lose his family in those blizzards? 

"Crazy right?" The man speaks up again "the weather." 

"Yeah, absolutely." you smile awkwardly, though the man can't see it, the book covering half your face. 

awkward silence falls over the two of you, saved by the waitress standing next to your table, ready to take another order in broken english.

You make the same order as the last two cups of your beverage, surprised by the stranger ordering the same by telling the waitress to 'get him the same as the lady' 

As if the situation wasn't awkward enough already. 

"What are you reading?" the man asked out of curiosity. 

"Oh, um," you clear your throat and close the book in your hands "nothing special. It's- it's about living your life the way you want." 

"Interesting." 

you nod "it is actually." 

Silence it once again your friend, a tension that could cut one- small talks were never your strong suit, definitely not with someone looking like this stranger and you're thankful for the waitress coming back with your orders to take the edge off. 

"I'm gwilym by the way," the man, you now know as Gwilym, raises his hand "looks like we're gonna be stuck in here for a while, might as well get to know each other." 

you chuckle and go for his hand to shake it "y/n." 

"Call me gwil." 

And thank god, the small talk stops right there. 

You manage to keep a conversation going by talking about little things, things that happened while being here. You learn that the man is here to celebrate Christmas with some friends. Friends that stayed behind in their cabin not too far away from your hotel. You learn that the man is from across the pond, explaining the accent. 

He's nice, way too sweet to talk with strangers like this, in your opinion at least. It's like he's done this many times before but you don't mind, it's a nice distraction from all that happens outside.

Gwilym learns you're on your own. On your own journey. He's intrigued by your story, the way you live and just..you and he wonders if you can hear the gears in his head turning. 

December, the month of giving and loving and with Christmas nearing, gwilym feels a new sort of new found confidence, only if that came out confident. 

He's struggling, falling over his own words and you swear it's the cutest thing you've ever seen but your stomach drops when he finally asks the question that's been burning on the tip of his tongue.

"Maybe we could get a drink again, tomorrow?" 

"If we ever get out of this place." You breathe out "your friends won't mind?" 

"God no," gwil chuckles and rubs the back of his neck "that wasn't very subtle, was it?" 

"No, it wasn't," You chuckle along with him and shake your head "but I like not so subtle things." 

[sherlollydramoine]

Making Bread

This was inspired by a conversation that @yousaycoke-isaycaine and I had because we both love to bake bread. This is written from the man’s POV but the man is not specified so that you can imagine it to be whichever of the BoRhap Boys or their characters that you want it to be. :) This is my first attempt at something like this.

Warnings: None really. Smut implied towards the end.

Word Count: 561

Walking through the door after a long day at work my olfactory senses being assaulted with the smells of multiple layers of sugar, yeast, and flour that waft in from the kitchen, smiling to myself thinking “She’s been busy today.”

Quietly closing the door, not that it would matter since her music was up loudly enough she’d never notice, a small smile still tugging at the corners of my lips as I silently make my way towards the kitchen. 

Coming around the corner I had to bite back a laugh as I observe her standing at the kitchen counter the muscles in her arms and shoulders flexing and moving as she kneads what appears to be some kind of doughy blob that’s coated in a layer of flour. Her brow coated in a light sheen of sweat whether from the exertion of working the dough or from the excess warmth of the kitchen, her ass shaking in time to the Led Zeppelin song blaring through the speakers as she sings along to it while her hands push and pull at the dough. 

“God, she looks so fucking beautiful like this.” And she really does look beautiful. The pure joy radiating off of her while she moves completely unaware of the fact that she is covered in streaks of flour with a tiny bit of sticky dough glued to a strand of hair that she keeps exasperatedly trying to blow out of her face. My body reacting to the sight of her in a way that it is want to do whenever I see her, acting on its own accord, aching to touch her, and love her until she’s sleepy and content. 

“Done!” She yells out to no one, or maybe she is aware of my presence though she has given no indication that she’s seen me, as she sets the dough into a pan. I watch in silence as my cock is now painfully hard and straining against the material of my pants as she closes her eyes singing out the last few lines of the Led Zeppelin song, dancing in circles as she opens the hot oven, bending over as she sets the pan inside and slams the door closed. She reaches up to grab the timer that rests on the back of the stove as she twists and turns the little dial, unbothered by the stickiness that covers her hands. 

My feet decided to finally allow me to move from where I’d been rooted during my voyeuristic observations of her. I wrap my arms around her waist and almost laugh as she jumps in my arms nearly headbutting my face as I startled her.

“Babe, you scared the hell out of me!”

“I’m sorry my love, I couldn’t help it,” I reply, as I feel her softly giggle as she discovers the way my body has reacted to her and she playfully grinds her ass into my crotch.

“Well my love if you let me wash my hands I’ve got about forty-five minutes until I need to take the bread out of the oven.”

I didn’t think that my smile could possibly get any bigger but it did, and I wasn’t going to say no to her tempting offer. It’s what I wanted, what I always want from her. No one will ever love me the way she does.

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[illfoandillfie]

2023 Advent: Day 8

This was a lil idea that came to me at some point during the year. I honestly don't remember what inspired it but i've had a note on my phone for months that just said "idea: sugar daddy demands thank you fuck". No clue where it came from or when but here we go, have some writing about it.

Warnings: Sugar daddy! Gwil, and he's kinda mean about it 👉👈, backyard sex,so i guess minor exhibitionism, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, a touch of humiliation

Everything you had right then was from Gwilym. The bathers you wore, the necklace around your throat, the drink you were holding. All of it he’d given you. And of course, you were lounging by his pool, relaxing in the sun while he was on a call inside. He liked having you around, even when he had work to deal with, knowing you were waiting for him, knowing he could call on you the moment his meetings were finished. You didn’t mind either. Sitting around a pool in the middle of the day, cocktail in hand, was clearly better than most else you could be doing. Certainly beat working or studying. It was really very lucky you’d met Gwil when you had, with your useless degree and skint bank account. He’d taken pity and bought you a few drinks and you’d thanked him by going home with him. Not that you didn’t want to – he was hotter and more interesting than any of the guys you’d slept with at uni. You let him call you a slut and tell you when to cum, and the next day he admitted he wasn’t looking for anything serious but he liked fucking you, so he offered to buy you breakfast and let you thank him for it. He made it clear what he wanted. Company from someone capable of following his instructions. You just wanted things you didn’t have to spend you own money on and easily agreed to his proposition. Of course, you paid for them in other ways.  

When Gwil joined you outside he was in boardshorts, a beer in one hand, his other hidden behind his back. You perked up at that. It meant he had something for you, and you were keen to see just what he’d bought you this time. So you looked up demurely as his tall frame blocked out the sun, ready to play whatever roll he wanted in return for the gift.   “Got you something, princess” he said with a smile, placing his beer aside and holding out a small red box.  “Jewlery?” you asked sweetly, not recognising the box. You’d had, however, picked up on the choise of pet name and suspected his call hadn’t gone as well as he might have liked. Princess was usually a sign he wanted to vent some frustration.   “Open it.”  You did, nearly dropping it as you spotted the shiny silver keys.  “A car? Oh my god Gwil.”  “Brand new model. Just delivered. We can take it for a spin later.”  There was implication in his promise but you were so surprised by such a huge gift that you completely forgot what was expected, jumping up to hug him as you said, “Thank you, Gwil, thank you so much. You really didn’t have to; I can’t believe it. Thank you.”  Gwil grimaced disapprovingly as he gently pressed you back onto your seat, “Princess, you know that’s not how I like you to show appreciation.”  You nodded, already realising your lapse, “I know, daddy, I’m sorry. It’s just so amazing I wanted to tell you how much I love it and-”  “Princess.” His tone was warning as he cut you off, clearly losing patience.   You didn’t mind it if he was a little annoyed – he got rough when he was ticked off and that was fun – but you didn’t want to push him too far and risk ruining things, risk not being gifted cars, “Sorry daddy, should we go inside so I can thank you properly?”  Gwil stared you down for a moment before he began undoing the tie on his pants, “I don’t think we need to go anywhere.”  You felt yourself warming as you glanced around at the neighbours houses, “Really? Here?”  “Oh don’t worry, I’ll let you thank me inside too. You’ll do a lot of thanking in a lot of different ways for such a big gift. But, it’s become clear that my princess doesn’t know when it’s appropriate for her to talk. I think you need a lesson in how to be quiet and show some fucking respect. So we’ll start out here.” 

You weren’t surprised when he tugged you to him, able to see him getting harder as he demeaned you, but still you let out a little gasp at his tighter than expected grip.   He didn’t loosen up though, intent on pulling your mouth to his cock, making sure you understood what he wanted. You were quick to try and rectify your mistake, summoning up spit and wrapping your lips around his length with a small moan. You knew he’d like that, that it would redeem you a little. And he did, if the jolt of his hips was anything to go by. Or perhaps that was his apparent annoyance because he didn’t let up. Gwilym didn’t seem to have any intention to let you blow him the way he usually did. He didn’t hold himself still to give you time to adjust. Didn’t encourage you to stroke and lick and tease him the way he usually liked. You had to grab onto his thigh as he pushed his shaft deeper, seeking out the back of your throat and rutting into you when you gagged in surprise.   “Take it.” he said, voice low and gravelly and all the more menacing for it, fucking your mouth until saliva dribbled over your lips. When he pulled himself out you were panting for air, a sting of spit still attached to his cock. He guided your hand to his cock as he bent down a little, tilting your chin up so he could look you in your watery eyes, “I own your holes. I’ve bought them a hundred times over with every little thing I’ve ever given you. So you’re going to keep quiet and take what I give you.”  “Yes daddy,” you managed to get out, trying to focus on stroking him so he wouldn’t get madder.  Gwil looked at you for a moment, his thumb ran over your wet bottom lip, “I want you to ask for it.”  “What?”  “Well, this is in return for the fucking car I just gave you, isn’t it? It's what you want to give me in return, so you can tell me that.”  You’d anticipated he might want to humiliate you a little as soon as he’d called you princess, but the combination of it and the suggestion that you’d disappointed him had you on the verge of tears. So your voice shook as you said, “Please use me daddy.”  It must not have been enough because Gwil just stood up straighter and staired you down, surprisingly intimidating even with his cock in your hand.  “Please fuck my throat daddy. I want to thank you.”  “Okay, princess, because you asked so nicely.” Gwilym smiled as he grabbed the back of your hair, directing you back down over his cock. 

[taleofharrison]

First Night | Gwilym Lee

Summary: Y/N and Gwilym have been dating for a while but she hasn’t spend the night at his place since she has problems with sleeping she doesn’t want to be a bother.

Warnings: Mentions of ADHD and sleeping disorders.

Requested: Yes, sorry it took so long real life is a bitch sometimes.

Word Count: 742

A/N: This is my first time writing for Borhap in like a year so be kind and I had to make my research too and I found out that I have some ADHD symptoms so yay! self-discovery (I’m not making an auto diagnosis but it was good to know it) anyways it’s short but cute but to the point.

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Dating Gwilym had been nothing but a dream. He was a gentleman and he treated you and spoiled so much in more than one way, however, you haven't been comfortable enough to spend the night at his place. Being younger than him by almost 8 years and him being a public figure brought an awful lot of attention to the relationship and he also was very well aware of your problems with ADHD. Today you had spent the day at his place watching movies here and there and joking around (most of the time you were talking and moving around under the blanket but you couldn't help it) at around 6:00 you decided it was time to leave. "Why can't you stay?" he asked hugging you from behind softly kissing your neck "My bed's big enough for the two of us" "I know," you said and turned around to face him "but I don't want to be a bother" "You're not a bother!" he stated, "I told you I don't mind staying up late with you or to help you calm you down. I miss you so much sometimes" "And a miss you too" you assured him "but this is my final decision I don't want you to have a restless night because of me" "Please I've done my research on this so that you can spend the night with me" he begged "Please ask me anything" "Uhm...do you know what restless legs syndrome is?" you asked looking down at your feet. "It's one of the possible sleeping disorders caused by ADHD" he recalled from what he had read. "Yeah well...that's my problem with sleeping most of the nights" you explained, "I toss around and move a lot and I don't want you..." "Don't finish that sentence" he interrupted you "I want you here doll...please" "Fine" you sighed feeling surprised. You've had boyfriends here and there but they never took the time to understand what was like for you not to sleep as peacefully as everybody else did. "What time do you usually go to sleep?" he asked you not bothering in hiding his smile. "Uhm...around 10 o'clock 11 tops" you replied. "Alright so that gives us around 5 hours tops to spend time together," he said "and do you have any routine I need to know? I read that having a calming bedtime routine might be important" "I don't have one really" you shrugged "I just turn off my phone and try to avoid Netflix during the evening" "So that means no Netflix and chill" he softly laughed, making you smile "but we can have a small dinner I'm going to start making it now" He left you alone in the bedroom to make something simple for both of you so you wouldn't go to bed with an empty stomach (something you were used to doing). Though you still had your doubts about this you couldn't help the feeling growing inside. You felt loved and safe for the first time in a long time.

After a few minutes, he called you for dinner, nothing too fancy just some salad since it was getting late a big dinner wouldn't be right for you. "Would you like to have a warm bath?" he asked you again while eating your dinner "I also read that a change of temperature can help you get a better night. I could prepare it for you" "Gwilym! I-I truly don't deserve" he chuckled moving with his hand as though he was brushing off your statement "No seriously nobody, not even my parents, have had these considerations with me on this topic" "I just want to make sure you're okay" he simply said "your my girlfriend and I love you and I want to make sure you're alright" "I love you too" you replied "and tomorrow morning you can come with me on my morning hike" "Alright, doll" he laughed "but I'm making you breakfast tomorrow morning and you can sleep as long as you want okay?" You were getting ready to protest since it was most likely that you'd wake up Gwilym at some point of the night but before you could say anything Gwil cut in with an "end of discussion" and he put the dishes away. "On one condition" you pleaded " only if you join in the bathroom in a few minutes" "Deal" he smiled as you disappeared into the hallway.

[likesomekindofcheese]

Petrichor and idk I don’t exactly have a pairing but whatever you come up with is cool!

It’s all cool! Since we both love our Welsh boy, Gwil, and I have been high on my feelings for him, let’s go with that!

Warning, major fluff and sap ahead

Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground

It was bitter cold as you settled on the bed after a long day. You sighed as your tired limbs hit the mattress. You heard him settle behind you and the clap of his hardcover book set on the desk next to his side.

“Here...here...” Gwil offered.

He pulled out a few more blankets and put them over you.

“Wha...where did these come from?” you asked as the third blanket went over your lap.

“I have to make sure my dear is nice and warm. It’s supposed to be freezing tonight...” he said.

You heard the patter of the storm outside, right on the roof over your heads.

“If only it could be snow. One more celsius, then it’d be snow...” he mumbled.

You took his big hands and pulled them to wrap around you. You then settled the blankets to go over the both of you.“There will be snow soon, my love...” you said.

“Ah, getting mushy...” he mumbled. Both of you pulled closer, noses touching. “’Not complaining, though...”

Both of you pulled the blankets up childishly to your faces and began to share a couple stories about your days. You kissed goodnight and fell asleep curled up and facing each other.

The next morning you watched him for a bit. You woke up first. But Gwilym looked angelic. Even if it was just a white t-shirt and boxer shorts he was wearing to bed, with his eyes closed you saw the length of his eyelashes and pinkness of his lips. His hair had grown out during lockdown and swooped over his massive head.

Grinning, counting your blessings to share the heart and bed of such a man, you went to the window. Opening the shutters, you saw it was the calm grey of a day after storming. But the smell was incredible. Fresh. Pattered. Clean. You breathed it in deep.

“Y/N...Y/N...” you heard Gwil mumble sleepily.

Turning around, you waddled back to bed.

“I’m here,” you kissed his cheek and he smiled in response. “Go back to sleep, my angel, you don’t have to get up now...” you whispered.

“Smell that...is that from the rain yesterday?” he asked

“Yes...yes it is...” you answered. 

“Can I hold you cariad bach, ...”

“Yes...”

Your eyelids were a little heavy. You did happen to get up earlier than normal.

“Let’s just...let’s just lie here...and smell it for a bit...” he muttered before you drifted back to sleep feeling him around you. 

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[bluesfortheredj]

Imagine knitting a massive scarf for Gwil and he just wears it with everything and gushes to everyone about it 😭 whenever I think about it, I think about you😭

🥺 You... you think of me? 🥺🥺❤️ I am so in my feelings today it is unreal.

- Even if there's only a slight breeze on an otherwise warm day he'll have it around his neck, letting it hang open along with his jacket... "uh, Gwil, it's practically summer, why are you wearing that?" his brother teases.

"Why not?! There's a cool breeze out today, and it could get colder, you never know... Plus (Y/N) made it, and it goes with almost anything," he grins proudly, smoothing it down.

- He'll fiddle with the ends of it when he's apart from you and feeling like he needs some comfort, and he'll instantly feel calmer, almost as if you're there with him holding his hand... "that's really distracting y'know," Joe frowns, looking between Gwilym's face and his fingers that just won't stop moving, "can you stop messing with that scarf for one minute?!"

Gwilym turns to him with a half smile and one eyebrow raised, "nope! Did you know that (Y/N)-"

"... Made it for you, yes, the whole world knows by now," Joe scoffs, rolling his eyes.

- When it begins to get a little worn and small holes are appearing he refuses to throw it out, even though you promise to make him another one, "there's nothing wrong with it!" he'll protest when you stick a finger through one of the bigger holes, "it still does it's job and keeps me warm, I don't need another one!"

"But it's almost falling apart in some places!" you chuckle, inspecting it carefully as he tries to gently pull it out of your hands.

"I don't care, its the first thing you made me and I'm not going to throw it away. Ever. I love it too much... Almost as much as I love you."