#gwil lee

[yalikemazz]

hi guys the infamous yalikemazz has returned my account was hacked !!!!!!!

#joe mazzello #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #john deacon #queen #ben hardy #roger taylor #brian may #gwilym lee #gwil lee #freddie mercury #rami malek #disco deaky #joseph mazzello

[illfoandillfie]

Midnight Snack

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Words: 1,536

Warnings: Food experiments

A/N: This was written in a haze at about midnight. I was hungry and had just watched BDG’s new midnight gourmand video so credit to him for some of these ideas kshfksjdksd

Being married to Gwil you were used to all the events he attended. You didn’t always accompany him, but you’d been to enough to understand how they worked. More importantly, you’d been to enough to know when one was bad. And the one you’d just left and certainly been bad. The presenter was neither comfortable in front of a crowd, nor sober. The technology had failed twice, delaying everything as video feeds were sorted out. And the food on offer was nowhere near a substantial meal. You’d barely touched your champagne since you didn’t want to drink on an empty stomach (you definitely didn’t want to get hammered and cause a scene at one of Gwil’s work functions), so you’d had to suffer through the evening without any alcohol to dull the boredom or frustration. And by the time you got home you were starving.  

“We should have stopped in at McDonalds or something,” you said, kicking your shoes off and heading straight for the kitchen. “We have food here.” “Honey, it’s getting on to midnight, I’m not cooking anything. And if I’m not eating in the next five minutes, I’ll be sending you down the street to that shitty kebab shop.” “We are not nearly drunk enough for that.” “Gwil.” “Okay, okay, I’ll find us something,” he kissed your forehead and then slipped around you to the fridge.   You hummed in disbelief, already thinking about what sort of kebab you wanted, but pulled a stool out from the bench so you could at least watch.

Gwil stood in front of the fridge for a moment, scratching his beard, sometimes reaching in to turn a jar around so he could see what it was. Finally he said, “okay,” and began placing things on the bench. A bag of carrots, a number of jars and sauce bottles, some containers of leftovers from the previous few nights. You didn’t know whether to ask what he was doing or not. It was hard to tell if you wanted to know. When he seemed satisfied with the ingredients, Gwil got out a couple of plates, a chopping board, a knife, and the air fryer.   “Entree first,” he said, flipping a carrot in the air and catching it.   You were just glad he hadn’t drunk much, lest he try the same trick with a knife.   “This,” he said as he began chopping the carrots into sticks, “is based on an appetizer I had at...um...well I don’t remember. I think it was somewhere Ben found. Anyway, they used cucumber but we don’t have any. Carrot’ll be good though.” He kept chopping as he spoke. The carrot sticks were not at all even. Some seemed to have been left as halves while others were nearly thin enough to see through. But Gwil didn’t seem to notice or care as he lay them all out on a plate and gave them a healthy sprinkle of salt flakes.   “Carrot sticks?” you asked, picking one up. You weren’t going to turn them down but you’d have preferred a kebab. “Just wait, there's going to be a dipping sauce. And I said this was an entrée.” “What sauce? I think we’re out of aioli.” “Well I don’t know exactly what the restaurant served but I think I can recreate it.” You ate another salted carrot stick as you watched Gwil experiment. A few spoons of greek yoghurt went ito a bowl along with a few spoons of tahini. Then came garlic paste and lemon juice. After each new addition Gwil tastes it, sometimes adding a little more of one ingredient or another.   “Something’s missing,” he muttered to himself, moving to examin the contents of the pantry.   You dipped another carrot into the concoction and tried it, “I think its pretty good like this.” Gwil chose not to hear you as he brought a few more jars to the bench. In went a tiny bit of marmite, “for the umami,” and then, before you could possibly stop him, a spoon of curry paste. It took a little more adjusting and a bit of salt and pepper to season it before Gwil decided it was done.   “Well it’s nothing like what the restaurant served but it’s not bad. I don’t think they used curry paste to be honest,” he shrugged, “here, taste.” Scooping some of the sauce on one of the thicker sticks, Gwil held it out and you let him feed it to you. It was alright but you had to admit you’d liked it more before his huberis had taken him to the pantry.   “Just you wait,” Gwil said, dunking an entire carrot stick into the sauce, “I could bottle this and make millions.” You rolled your eyes and laughed, “what’s for the main course, chef?” “Chef. Oh I like that,” he winked, “For the main today I’ll be serving up leftovers.” “Oh,” You didn’t try to hide your disappointment but decided at least you’d know what flavours to expect.   “No, it’ll be good. I’m going to make them better.” That was worrying but Gwil seemed so excited to make you something special that you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but nod.”

Gwil opened a tub of thai leftovers, “What’s better than pad thai?” “I don’t know,” Gwil dug out the last bit of roti from it’s bag and began spreading the pad thai over the top, “A pad thai pizza!” He clicked and pointed a finger gun at you before covering his creation with grated cheese. The whole thing went into the air fryer. “But, wait, theres more.” Gwil continues, removing the clingfilm from the bowl of leftovers from the previous night’s steak dinner. He took the steak off the top and cut it into little cubes before adding it back into the bowl, stiring the meat, peas and corn into the mashed potato. Then went in a few shakes of some herbs and spices (you couldn’t see any of the labels so had to pray that the flavours worked) and then finally and egg and some flour. Gwil had just mixed it all together when the pizza finished. Eagerly he pulled it out and chopped it in half, passing your portion over.   “Here goes nothing,” you said under your breath. But you were pleasantly surprised. The cheese was a little odd with the thai but I wasn’t as bad as it could have been. And using the roti as the pizza base was almost temping you to use the word genius.   Gwil let out a hearty, “Mmm!” and polished his pizza off, “If we had more roti I’d make another. Spose I could use a muffin or some regular bread.” “What about the potato, honey,” you said quickly, needing to distract him before he spent all night making crazier pizza combinations. “Right, yes. Actually, can you help with this bit?” You agreed and let Gwil instruct you on how to form the mash into balls and press them flatter. The mixture made more balls than you’s thought it would so it took a few batches to cook them all. Gwil did consider pulling out a frypan but when you reminded him he’d have to wash it, he decided to just stick with the airfryer. You ate the first batch as the second cooked. They were easily the best thing he’d made so far – crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, tasting like an entire steak dinner in one mouthful. In lieu of gravy he suggested dipping them in the remainder of the sauce from the entrée, but you chose to eat them plain.  

“And dessert,” Gwil suddenly said, as the last batch of potato cooked. “I think there’s a packet of shortbread in the pantry. They’d go well with a nice cuppa.” Gwil looked affronted, “Excuse you but I’m the chef here. And I have the perfect recipe. “Oh alright,” you giggled. The longer you stayed up (and the more you ate) the funnier the whole thing seemed. “Do you need any help?” “Can you core two apples for me?” “Are you doing baked apple?” That was a promising prospect. “Well the microwave version but yes.” A few minutes later the apples were in the microwave. Each was topped with a generous amount of brown sugar that had been mixed with butter, some even pushed into the hole where the core had been. It formed this delightful brown paste that you could have eaten by the spoonful. When the microwave beeped the apples were soft enough to eat with a spoon, swimming in a caramel-y sauce. You hunched over the bench, both of you eating straight from the dish they’d cooked in, and nearly burnt your tongue on the first bite. But it was worth it.   Gwil practically moaned as he ate his. “Okay, this was worth waiting for.” “Mmhmm,” Gwil agreed, “Better than a kebab.” “The apple yes, the rest of it was a bit mad.” The scoffing noise Gwil made was undercute by the fact that he’d had to finish chewing before he could make it, “I thought it was all pretty good. I could be a chef for real.” “Of course, honey. But I think you should focus on desserts.”  

#my writing #my blurbs #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee imagine #gwil could cook me any weird shit he wants id just be happy someone else was cooking skfhksjdskd

[gwilymleeschesthair]

GWIL LIKES LIMP BIZKIT I CANT FUCKING BREATHE

#they suck so much gwil what even is your music taste #gwilym lee

[oscar-piastri]

Happy Birthday, darling!! 🥳❤️️🎁🎂🥂

aaaaah thank you so much!!

#gwil-lee #cassy’s answers #turning 23

[magickcandie]

Brian May x Fem!Reader

Actress Name - A/N

When news reached Brian about the making of Bohemian Rhapsody, you were interested. You wanted to see how to portrayed him, and who would be the young him… and you were slightly curious if there was going to be someone who’d play the young you. You were more than well known. You’ve been Y/N May since the 70s! You were a relative crucial part of Queen and Brian’s life. When Brian got sent the script, he didn’t say anything. He flipped open to a page and merely handed it you. Y/N May

You would be in the movie! And quite a journey that was. The actors did a wonderful job recreating a lot of the scenes and concerts. And something even more interesting, meeting Gwilym Lee. He was a striking image of young Brian. He learned to talk like him, stand like him, make the same gestures and learned to play the guitar like him. What made everything that much more uncanny, the young actress playing you and Gwilym were seen falling in love the way you and Brian did.

It was clear that it was no longer just a friend thing. Gwilym was seen flirting, trying in any way to touch her.

“Have it noticed it, darling?” You asked one afternoon on set. They were spending a few hours going through rehearsals for the Live Aid performance. “Noticed what, Y/N?” “Look at him. Gwil and that young lady.” Brian looked up to the stage and noticed Gwilym talking to the A/N. She was leaning back against the piano, wide smile and laughing at whatever it was that the charming actor was saying to her. “She’s much like you.” Brian said nonchalantly. “Exactly what I’m saying. That girl is head over heels for him. You should ask him about it.”

Ask about it, he did. A/N was called off the Live Aid set to go film something else so Brian went to Gwilym. “Hello, Gwil.” “Oh hello, Brian.” Gwilym lay the copy Red Special down in his lap.

“I had question. An inquiry, really. Do you fancy A/N? You seem to be getting close.”

Gwilym’s face went a shade of red. “Uh, A/N and I are good friends. Nothing after that.”

“You know, that’s what I said about Y/N. She and I have a similar story to you and that young woman. I think it’d be a wonderful thing should you take her to dinner.”

“How is this like you and Y/N?” Gwilym was trying to steer away from the topic, and Brian knew, but he’d entertain him.

“She and I met back early in the 60s. Wow, such a long time ago. She was an actress back in university and I was to take part in her student film. I, much like you, Gwil, was doing whatever I could to garner her attention, like you are now. We got married in the 70s, when Queen was such a small thing.”

Gwilym smiled and tucked his hands into his lap. “I mean I do like A/N but I don’t think she really she really sees me the same way.”

“You’ll never know, if you don’t ask.”

“Thank you, Brian.”

“Of course, Gwilym.” And with that, Brian got up and left. He made his way back to you, explaining the story.

“You told him ours?” You asked.

“It was the only way he’d take A/N.”

Later that month, Gwilym called the house asking for Brian. You passed off the phone but waited next to him. Brian was smiling and said “that’s great!” Before hanging up.

“What happened?” You asked.

“Oh, Gwilym is going out with A/N.”

“How sweet.”

#brian may #queen #bohemian rhapsody #bohrap boys #gwilym lee #brian may x reader #request #ask

[sweet-symphony0]

Bless Gwil, really

📸: Gwilym Lee IG

#rami malek #gwilym lee

[kenobion]

I was tagged by @andrew3garfield, thanks!

1. were you named after anyone?

In my real name I technically am but I don't like to think about that - I want to change it one day

2. last time you cried?

Not sure, I don't do it much (dry eyes I guess) but probably months ago

3. do you have children?

Nope, and I will not reproduce with my body, that is the definition of a nightmare to me but I wouldn't entirely object to raising children in some fashion

4. do you play sports?

No organized or group sports, I do independent activities like yoga and skateboarding though if that counts

5. do you use sarcasm?

Not really, I try to avoid it

6. whats the first thing you notice about people

Beyond the initial impression from their appearance, cause that's what you usually get first, their personality and how they treat people

7. whats your eye color

Central heterochromia, mostly blue-grey and darker around the edges, with gold around each pupil

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, deep inside I'm kind of a romantic so I like to see things turn out well

9. talents?

Playing bass guitar, traditional art, being good at selecting gifts for people, also imitating people's expressions/body language (that's only really useful for humor purposes though)

10. where were you born?

United States

11. what are your hobbies?

Listening to music, watching movies, playing bass guitar, yoga, skateboarding, art, gifmaking, casual gaming

13. how tall are you?

5'6"

14. favorite school subjects?

Art, art history, environmental studies

15. dream job

I'm really not sure anymore, I've entertained notions of so many different types of jobs that I'm not sure there's any one that is the dream job for me - my best guess is something where I got paid to share music would be amazing, whether that's playing bass guitar or something else, cause finding and sharing music is something I really enjoy

I shall tag (feel free to skip) @gwil-lee @cydd-charisse @spockette11a2b @joeysjaskier @amazingpetey

#tagging games #random

[isitstraightvodka]

hiiiiii liv do you have any blog recs?

hi angel ! i'll make a condensed list bc i don't want to flood the dash but everyone here is a delight: @hrina / @maxieverstappen / @luminies / @hijabiofcolor / @gwil-lee / @moon--kiss / @haydenaissance / @sunflowerstache / @trulymadlysydney / @harryfeatgaga / @thlrlwalls / @sadprose-auroras / @geenalovesthelittlethings / @smokeinherperfume / @ithappensoffstage / @dindjarinsbian / @cxpaldi / @gucciwoodnymph / @diegohargreevess / @gucciwins / @sixtiesblues / @hazelinside / @ihateyourmom / @leesh / @amomentpassed / @cherrywinona 🧡🧡

#replies #anonymous #my first ask in so long that i forgot my ask tag bye sksksks #lots of love to every single one of my followers i appreciate u <3

[kalena-henden]

I was tagged by @obsessedx to do this uquiz and share my results - thank you! 

tagging: @what-breaks-my-heart​ @alderaans​ @gwil-lee​ @gentlesleaze​ @itssomessy​ @kdramagab​ @turnipthebass​ @justhereforthepies​ @myso-calledlibrary​ @aburningtouch​ @mer-et-etoiles​ @yukikinns​

#kalenapost #meme #this is me

[theborhapqueenarchives]

Deleted fic masterlist (as of 6/29/22)

Queen

Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Gwilym Lee

(18+) What Happens Next by frcmthefires: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 (PARTIALLY MISSING)

Bad Day by frcmthefires

Loving In The Dark by frcmthefires

(18+) Lust Is A Sin / Lust Is Still A Sin by bowiequeen (priest!gwil)

(18+) Game On by bowiequeen

MISSING

Brianmayplease AO3 (some fics are missing)

Joe Mazzello

Harvest Moon chapter 1 (Eugene Sledge)

#queen fanfiction #borhap #queen #bohemian rhapsody cast #queen band

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Ahhh mine too! And yes Rami did!!!! That was the best acting I have ever seen for a rock group let alone someone who needs the perfect person to portray him! Oh and while we are kinda on the topic, have you seen the movie The Dirt? It's of Mötley Crüe!

Yes😭😭 and from that movie, I fell in love with Gwilym Lee, Joe Mazzello, and Ben Hardy. (Side note: my ukulele is actually named after Gwilym and I call him Gwil). I just absolutely adore it! And the fact that they did fairly well at matching Freddie’s heritage is amazing. Like, Rami isn’t *perfect*, but he’s Egyptian-American (born in America) and has a very similar skin tone and look to Freddie.

I have not seen that movie, actually! My dad tried to get me into Quadrophenia, which is about The Doors, but I’m not that into it😕😕

Also, another side note, sorry about my original list being all white/light skinned guys. A lot of the guys I like happen to be white/light skinned and I didn’t even realize

[fandomsinabookshelf]

Unieke Armband Graveren voor Vrouwen: Persoonlijke Stijl!

Unieke Armband Graveren voor Vrouwen: Persoonlijke Stijl! Hey, ‍fashionistas! Ben ⁣je het zat om te zoeken naar dat perfecte accessoire dat⁤ jouw persoonlijke⁣ stijl weerspiegelt?⁢ Zoek niet verder, want we hebben de‍ oplossing voor jou!⁤ In dit ⁢artikel duiken we in de​ wereld van⁤ unieke⁣ armband graveren voor vrouwen en‌ waarom het de ultieme manier ⁢is ⁢om jouw eigen stempel‍ op ‍je look te drukken. ⁢Of je nu minimalistisch, chic, of juist gedurfd ⁤bent, er is een gepersonaliseerde armband die perfect bij jou ⁢past.‌ Lees snel ⁢verder en ontdek ⁣hoe je met ⁤een​ simpele​ gravure ‍een opvallend fashion statement maakt!Inhoudsopgave1.​ "Ontdek de betekenis​ van een unieke gVragen en antwoordenDe​ weg voorwaarts1.⁣ "Ontdek ⁣de betekenis van een unieke⁢ gWil je graag een unieke armband laten graveren⁢ voor​ jezelf of als cadeau? Dan ben je⁣ bij ons ⁤aan het juiste adres! Bij ‍ons kun je de betekenis ontdekken van een unieke gravure, speciaal voor vrouwen met een persoonlijke stijl. Met een⁣ gegraveerde⁣ armband kun⁤ je jouw eigen verhaal vertellen en een stijlvol ‍accessoire toevoegen aan je outfit. Onze gegraveerde armbanden zijn⁤ perfect om jezelf te verwennen⁣ of om iemand anders ‌te verrassen. Je ​kunt‍ kiezen uit verschillende designs⁣ en stijlen die bij jouw persoonlijkheid passen. Of je nu⁤ houdt⁢ van ⁣minimalistisch of juist van opvallend en gedurfd, er is‍ altijd een ‍armband ⁤die bij jou past. ⁢Door de gravure kun je een ⁢speciale boodschap, belangrijke datum of betekenisvolle quote toevoegen aan de armband.⁤ Het is​ een uniek en ⁣persoonlijk sieraad dat je altijd ‍bij je kunt dragen. Ontdek⁣ de betekenis achter⁣ jouw unieke gravure Kies uit verschillende ‍designs en stijlen die passen bij‌ jouw persoonlijkheid Voeg een speciale ​boodschap, belangrijke ‍datum of quote ⁢toe ⁢aan de armband Een uniek en persoonlijk sieraad dat​ perfect ⁤past​ bij elke ⁢outfit Dus waar wacht je nog op? Shop nu jouw gepersonaliseerde armband en⁣ geef je stijl een persoonlijke touch! Vragen en antwoordenQ: Wat is een​ unieke ​armband graveren voor vrouwen? A: Een unieke armband graveren voor vrouwen is een persoonlijk sieraad waarop een speciale‍ boodschap‌ of naam gegraveerd ‍kan ​worden. Het is een manier om​ je persoonlijke stijl⁢ te‌ laten zien en‍ een betekenisvol accessoire te⁢ dragen. Q: Waarom is een gegraveerde armband een populaire⁣ keuze voor vrouwen? A: Een gegraveerde ‍armband⁣ is een populaire keuze voor⁣ vrouwen‍ omdat het een‍ uniek⁤ en ⁤persoonlijk ‌cadeau is.‍ Het geeft vrouwen de mogelijkheid om een accessoire te dragen dat bij‌ hun stijl ‍past en tegelijkertijd een speciale betekenis heeft. Q:⁤ Welke⁢ soorten gravures kunnen worden gedaan op een ‌armband? A: ⁤Er zijn verschillende soorten⁢ gravures die gedaan kunnen worden op een armband. Zo kan er een naam, ⁣initialen, een belangrijke datum of zelfs​ een speciale boodschap gegraveerd worden. Dit hangt af ​van de ⁢persoonlijke voorkeur van de drager. Q: Zijn gegraveerde armbanden ⁢alleen geschikt als cadeau? A: Nee, gegraveerde armbanden zijn niet alleen geschikt als cadeau. Hoewel ze ​vaak gegeven worden als geschenk bij speciale gelegenheden ⁤zoals verjaardagen, jubilea of Valentijnsdag, kunnen‌ vrouwen ook zelf een​ gegraveerde armband dragen om hun persoonlijke stijl‍ uit ‍te drukken. Q: ⁤Welke stijlen en materialen zijn⁤ beschikbaar bij gegraveerde armbanden? A: Er zijn verschillende stijlen en ⁤materialen beschikbaar​ bij gegraveerde armbanden. Je kunt kiezen voor een klassieke zilveren armband, een trendy roségoud exemplaar, of zelfs een leren bandje voor​ een⁤ stoerdere look. Het hangt allemaal af van‌ je⁢ persoonlijke‌ voorkeur en stijl. Q: Zijn⁢ gegraveerde armbanden ⁣alleen geschikt voor vrouwen? A: Nee, gegraveerde ‌armbanden zijn niet ‌alleen geschikt voor vrouwen. Ze‌ kunnen⁤ ook‌ een geweldig cadeau zijn voor ​mannen. Er zijn speciale ontwerpen beschikbaar‍ voor mannen, zoals robuuste leren⁢ armbanden ⁣met een stoere⁢ gravure. Q: Waar kan ⁣ik een unieke‍ gegraveerde armband voor‍ vrouwen vinden?

A: ‍Er zijn verschillende online winkels ‌en ‌juweliers waar je unieke gegraveerde ⁤armbanden voor‌ vrouwen kunt ⁣vinden. Het ‍is belangrijk om te zoeken naar betrouwbare verkopers met goede recensies ⁢en kwalitatieve ‌producten. Q: Hoe​ kan ik mijn gegraveerde ‍armband onderhouden? A: Het onderhouden van een gegraveerde armband is afhankelijk ⁣van het materiaal waarvan deze gemaakt is. Over het algemeen wordt‍ aanbevolen om‍ de armband‌ schoon en ‍droog⁣ te‍ houden. Sommige‍ materialen, zoals zilver, kunnen na verloop van ‌tijd hun ⁢glans​ verliezen, maar dit kan eenvoudig worden​ hersteld met een zilverpoets. Q: ⁣Wat maakt ⁣een gegraveerde armband een⁤ geweldig cadeau? A: Een gegraveerde armband maakt een geweldig cadeau omdat het persoonlijk ​en uniek‌ is.​ Het​ laat zien dat je ‍moeite hebt ​gedaan ⁤om iets speciaals​ te vinden en het heeft ⁤vaak een emotionele waarde. Het is een sieraad dat door de ‌drager​ gekoesterd zal worden.‍ De‌ weg voorwaartsEn ⁢zo komen we aan het einde van dit ⁤artikel ⁣over unieke armband ‌graveren voor vrouwen. Hopelijk heb je genoten van het ontdekken van verschillende⁢ manieren ⁢om ​jouw persoonlijke stijl te‍ laten⁢ zien met ⁢een gepersonaliseerde armband.⁢ Of je⁢ nu kiest voor‌ een elegante naamgravure,‌ een betekenisvolle⁢ quote of ‌een speciale⁣ datum, er is altijd een armband ⁤die perfect past bij jouw​ smaak en persoonlijkheid. Het personaliseren van sieraden is ⁤een geweldige manier om ‍jouw stempel te drukken en een statement te maken. Of je nu jezelf verwent met een speciale armband of een⁣ uniek cadeau zoekt voor een geliefde, een⁣ gegraveerde armband zal‍ zeker indruk maken. Dus⁤ waar ⁤wacht ​je nog op? Ga op zoek naar die⁤ perfecte armband⁢ en laat je creativiteit de vrije loop! Personaliseer‍ je ‌sieraden en laat ze jouw verhaal vertellen.‌ Vergeet niet om je keuze te‌ delen ⁢met je vrienden en familie, zodat ⁤zij zich ​ook kunnen⁤ laten inspireren door jouw⁣ unieke ‍stijl. Bedankt voor het lezen ⁣en tot de volgende keer! Blijf genieten van het ontdekken ⁣van nieuwe ⁤manieren ⁣om je persoonlijke stijl tot ‍leven te ​brengen. Liefs, Het [blognaam] team

#Armbandentips

[illfoandillfie]

The Assistant (Kinktober Day 12: Office Sex)

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Words: 2,075

Warnings: coercion so dubcon, oral sex (m receiving), semi-public sex, workplace sex, dom!gwil sub! reader, sex in exchange for money.

A/N: This one has been in the back of my head for literally months. I think it was inspired by a post I saw on a porn blog but they got deleted so I can't be sure.

When you’d applied for the executive assistant job there’d been no sign of anything sketchy at the company. Admittedly you hadn’t researched them much other than a quick google, but there’d been no red flags that you saw. You’d decided to apply because you needed the money and couldn’t find work in any fields related to your degree. An assistant role seemed like both a sensible way to make a regular paycheck and a fairly easy job to keep you occupied until something else turned up. Besides, at a well-regarded company like Lee, Jones and Boynton you could potentially make connections with high-profile people and that was always useful. So you’d applied, had an interview with the HR management and the man you’d be working for, Gwilym Lee. Apparently they’d liked you enough to hire you and before you knew it you were stationed at the desk outside Mr Lee’s office. You were his personal assistant which meant not just answering phones like you initially assumed, but also managing his calendar, taking minutes during meetings, and basically doing whatever he asked of you. It wasn’t too taxing but it did keep you busy which you liked. Besides, Gwilym was very handsome and you got to spend a lot of time watching him through the glass wall of his office. It was a major perk, and a slight distraction on slower days. Once or twice, you’d let yourself fantasise about hiding under his desk to blow him while he worked or riding him in the backseat of his company car.  

You’d been at the company for a few months when you were due to have a meeting with your boss to discuss how you were finding things and evaluate your performance. The whole thing made you nervous and you had to keep reminding yourself that Gwilym was very nice and very pleased with your work so far. You weren’t about to be fired. All the same, you made sure you dressed professionally that day and did the utmost on your work while waiting to be called into his office.   Luckily, Gwilym didn’t make you wait too long before calling you in. He directed you over to a set of chairs in the corner of his office so there was no desk between you. It helped you feel more at ease, like it was less of a professional judgement and more just a conversation. But he got right to it once you were comfortable.   “So, Y/N, how have you been finding the job?”  “It’s been really great actually.”  “That’s good to hear.” He chuckled, “I’ve been very pleased with your performance. Your attention to detail has been outstanding and you’ve kept up with the demanding nature of keeping me organised.”   You breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the praise.   “This whole thing is really just a formality. But if there’s any questions you had that you haven’t had a chance to ask, please ask them now.”  “Well, there was one thing,” you started, a little uncomfortable with the topic but wanting to get clarity all the same.  “Go on.”  “When I first interviewed, I remember it being mentioned that there was room for wage increases. I just wanted to check if it was an annual adjustment or something I have to apply for. How does it work?”  “Smart girl for asking. There are a few ways. A regular increase to your pay will come into effect every two or three years. There are bonuses available towards the end of the year. And, of course, we can always have a discussion about it and come to an arrangement between ourselves. Do you need extra money?”   You couldn’t help but blush at his forthright question, “Well...”  “It’s okay Y/N, you can talk to me.” He placed his hand on your knee, comfortingly, “If you need extra money urgently we can work something out.”  “Not necessarily urgently. Just that my roommate moved out quite unexpectedly and no one’s taken her room yet so I’ll have to cover the rent on my own until I find someone. I can cover it fine on my current pay. I know I haven’t really been here long enough for a raise or anything, I just was curious about it.”  Gwilym hummed in thought, “Well, yes, a raise may not be possible just yet but there is a way I can help. It’d be a small bonus to your pay. A couple hundred dollars a month maybe.”  “Are you sure? That seems like a lot.”  “Y/N, I like you. You’re an incredible assistant. The work you did to organise those Bangkok meetings was outstanding. I want to help you.”  “Thank you Mr Lee. Do I have to fill out a form or anything?”  “Nothing so formal. I can alert the finance department on your behalf and they’ll make the adjustment. All you have to do is suck me off.” His hand tightened on your knee for a moment before he released you.   “Sorry Sir, what?”  “Suck me off.” He said it slower, annunciating each individual word clearly. “I understand if you need time to consider. You may go.”  You nodded and left the office, not quite sure what had happened. And for the rest of the day you muddled through your duties, entirely distracted and unsure what to do.  

It was all you thought about when you got home. And for the next few days too. It crossed your mind that you’d misunderstood and then when you convinced yourself you hadn’t, it occurred to you that you should probably report him. Make a #metoo tweet, alert someone else in the company. But then the rent came due and you were left with less in the bank than you expected.  He was offering you the money you needed. You could get by without it but it’d be a lot easier if you had it, especially if it took a while to find a new roommate. And what was the harm really. Gwilym was handsome and you liked him anyway. You’d even fantasised about doing exactly what he’d asked you to do so it wasn’t like you were entirely opposed to it. By the time you next got into work you’d made up your mind to accept the offer. Instead of leaving work at your usual time that evening, you stayed in your seat, knowing that Gwilym would be staying late that night. He didn’t seem too surprised when he looked up and saw you still at your desk. He just smirked at you through the glass and then called you in.   You took a deep breath as you stood up, smoothed out the blouse and skirt you were wearing, and entered his office.  

“You wanted to see me Sir?”  “What are you still doing here Y/N?”  “I thought you might...need me tonight.”  He raised an eyebrow and kept looking at you.  You felt completely flustered by his gaze and within seconds he’d broken through your defences, blurting out, “I’ll do it Mr Lee.”  “Do what Y/N?”  “The thing we talked about.”  “You’ll need to be much more specific.”  You groaned when you realised he was going to make you say it out loud, “I’m here to suck you off.”  Gwilym shrugged, “Who said the offer is still on the table? Maybe you took too long to decide. Maybe there’s another piece of arse who wants it more. By the sounds of it you don’t really need the money anyway.”  “No, Sir, I do. I really need it. Please, I’ll do anything you want. Whatever you want.”  Gwilym smiled again, “Good. I just needed to know how desperate you are. Now, over here. My cock’s big but not so big you can reach it from across the room.”  You gulped and walked towards him as he swivelled in his chair so that his legs were no longer under his desk.   “I like this outfit you’re wearing. But you should undo a couple of buttons so I can see your tits better. That’s a good girl.”  Your fingers fumbled with the buttons as you exposed your chest for him and nervously knelt between his legs.   Gwilym made no move to help you. You had to unzip his fly and pull his dick out on your own. He was semi hard, so you spat into your hand and stroked him to full stiffness. He'd not been lying about being big and for a moment you felt completely intimidated. You waited for a word of encouragement as your hand slid up and down the shaft, waited for any sort of praise or direction from him. But he barely paid you attention, clicking through his emails instead. Somehow that was more humiliating than if he’d been staring at you. Even when you actually put your mouth on him, you got no recognition. You sucked on his head, hoping to get some sort of response but there was not so much as a groan. And when you began bobbing up and down his shaft, trying to take more and more of his length, it was the same. A couple of times his hips twitched, and once you were rewarded with a quiet hum of pleasure. But that was it. For the most part he took no interest in what you were doing and gave no indication that he was enjoying it. Which, stupidly, just made you push yourself further, aching for some sort of praise. You gagged on his cock and then tried to take more, hoping that if you got him in your throat, he’d give you a moan. When that didn’t work you moved faster, a constant string of little gagging sounds rising from you as you practically fucked your mouth on his cock. And still just the click of his mouse.  

You didn’t know how to feel or what to do other than keep sucking his cock. It was embarrassing how badly you wanted his approval. Shameful that you were getting wet from his lack of attention while you whored yourself out to him. And yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. A tiny thought popped into the back of your head. That, if he wasn’t happy with your efforts, he may refuse you the money. That you’d have put yourself in this situation for nothing. It was unthinkable and you were determined not to let that happen. So, you doubled your effort, tried to show him that you enjoyed submitting to his desires. With a mouth full of his cock you moaned, earning a pleased laugh from Gwil but nothing else. 

In fact, the only reaction you really got was when he came. His hand came up to the back of your head and he held you in place firmly. You tried to move back, to shake him off, but he was too strong and too determined to keep you shoved down his length. All you could do was gag and take it as he came, ashamed by the wetness you could feel in your underwear.   When he was done he let you go and you gasped for breathe. But there was semen running down his shaft where it had escaped your lips and you knew he would not be satisfied with your performance if you were not thorough enough. So you licked him clean, made sure you sucked every drop of cum from his cock, before you sat back, licking your lips clean too.  

For a moment you sat there, panting, waiting for further instruction. But then Gwilym tucked his cock away and zipped his pants up and you knew you were dismissed. You stood and moved towards the doorway, feeling sick to the stomach and close to tears, but he stopped you before you could leave.   “Wait, Y/N.”   You turned towards, trying to remain composed despite how humiliated you felt.   “Well done. I’ll make sure the bonus is transferred to your account, you’ll have it by tomorrow.”  “Thank you Mr Lee.”  “If you want more then you’ll stay late again. I can keep paying you but you’ll have to keep earning it.”  “Yes Sir.”  “I think I should test out a new hole though, so don’t worry about underwear.”  “Yes Sir.”  “Oh and Y/N,”  “Yes?”  “On a related note, tomorrow I don’t want to see those top buttons done up.”  “Is that all Sir?”  “Yes, that’s all. You’re a very good assistant. Goodnight Y/N” 

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