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You know what I absolutely cannot stop thinking about? A cute make out session with Ben! Like it starts off you guys on the couch spooning just cuddling and watching a movie or something but the urge to kiss him becomes so strong you turn around and lock lips with him for a couple seconds with no warning whatsoever, and it’s so sweet, you and Ben making cute lil noises, moaning sweetly into eachothers mouths and hands cupping eachothers face 🥺🥺 I’m so soft for Benny 😭💖
how many times have I written cuddling on the couch with Ben and it still makes me so soft? wow his power (900 words, just a fluffy make out sesh [the word nipple is said twice tho lol]) Masterlist
p.s. i made it a little holiday-y for the event
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Apparently, Ben was the type of person that bought presents for everyone early. Like the first week of December early. He had dragged you all around town, not just buying the presents he needed but making you buy the ones you needed too. It had been a whole day affair, with a break in a café for lunch, taking peppermint mochas as a pick-me-up to go.
Your big compromise was that as soon as you got home (with takeout), all you would do was eat and then cuddle up on the couch for the rest of the night, watching whatever you wanted to watch. Ben had accepted the terms, knowing he was probably getting the better deal because he would’ve agreed to that on a normal night.
Once you had finished eating, your movie of choice was one of those horribly cheesy holiday movies on Netflix. It was something that wouldn’t take too much brain power, wouldn’t be too important to pay attention to if you wanted to chat, and would help further put you in the holiday spirit.
The movie started as they always do, with some sort of meet-cute that was just a little too perfect to ever happen in real life. Then the hijinx leading to romantic situations that filled the rest of the movie started, and you watched distractedly.
Distracted because of Ben. It wasn’t anything he was doing on purpose, just him. The way his large right hand rested on your waist, his palm warming you and his fingers trailing from side to side soothingly. The way he had you tucked tightly into him so that you could feel his chest rise and fall behind you with every breath, yours synching up with his over time. The way he had your left leg tangled between the two of his. And how every so often he would press a kiss to your hair or your shoulder, and how you could feel the light breath of his chuckles on your neck as he watched the movie.
It was surprising to you that he still had this effect on you a year and so many months into your relationship. But then again, it’s not like he had become any less attractive, you just thought that maybe you would’ve built up a tolerance for it by now. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.
So as the movie went on, and you watched it with half of your attention, you could tell that Ben seemed more invested in it than you since he caught more of the jokes and awwed more often than you did. You were hesitant to interrupt it because of this, so you ignored the rising warmth within you that felt like it was spreading out from wherever he was touching you.
Ben sliding his hand under your shirt casually was what finally did it; you flipped around to face him and held his cheek, bringing him in for a full kiss before he even had the chance to look surprised.
When you did pull back-- only after kissing him until you were thoroughly out of breath-- he laughed breathlessly, “What was that for?”
You smiled at him easily, “I like kissing you, a lot.”
“Seems like a good reason,” Ben said with a nod, before pulling you back to him.
It wasn’t long before you nudged Ben until he was laying on his back and straddled his hips, leaning down to catch his lips. You rested your hands on his pecs, running your thumbs over his clothed skin and feeling his muscles tense under them.
Ben’s hands were mostly on your waist, but they wandered as well, sometimes up to your breasts, sometimes down to your ass, and sometimes one hand on each. It was playful and light, interrupted with laughs when you would tweak a nipple or when he’d slap your ass. With lots of nips on lower lips and teasing tongues, the two of you were able to kiss each other until you were both dizzy.
Giving yourself a break, you pulled back to focus on Ben’s neck instead. Open mouthed kisses led to almost-hickies that you stopped before they would become visible marks only because you knew Ben would be on set soon. You contented yourself with nipping where his neck and shoulder met and over his pulse point instead, earning a pretty moan for your trouble.
“C’mere,” Ben brought you back to him, running his tongue along your lower lip teasingly.
He ran one hand through the hair at the nape of your neck and kept the other high on your waist. Ben pulled lightly on your hair and you moaned lowly, showing your appreciation by deepening the kiss.
The two of you kept doing your best to make each other feel good, Ben feeling particularly proud of himself when a hand skirting up to your breast and brushing over your nipple elicited a whine.
You would’ve been happy to go on forever, but the sound of cheering and applause from the tv caught your attention. As you pulled away Ben’s lips chased yours, but you only allowed him one peck before you turned to look at the screen.
The couple were finally together, it was snowing, and all of the townspeople were gathered around, surrounded by decorations.
“Oh look at that, they did get together in the end,” Ben observed.
“That’s sweet,” you said happily.
“You’re sweet,” Ben replied and you laughed as you looked back at him. He just gave you a loving smile which you quickly returned before leaning back in for yet another kiss.
it’s time for another event on here! woooohoooooo! [graphic design is my burden pls dont @ me about it] a holiday advent, in fact! throughout the month of december, there will be a prompt a day all holiday season themed [see below]. there are no sign ups for this! it’s just a grab ‘n go. so if you see a prompt you wanna make, just post it on that day. want to do the whole list? hell yeaaaah! that’s amazing and i can’t wait to see it! want to make one work including everything??? wow you crazy lil devil that sounds freaking amazing! as always, this is a chill place. we aren’t stuck on rules and stipulations. this is about having fun and supporting all the awesome stuff everyone else makes! so...happy making!!!
Avoiding Family
Fake Dating
Childhood Memories
Max + Miracles
Gift Stress
String Lights
Wild Pony Theme Night
Holiday Service / Ritual
Ugly Sweater Competition
White Elephant Gifts / Secret Santa
Deck the Halls
Snowed In
Kid Songs + Movies
Holiday Vacation
UFO Emporium’s Holiday Masquerade
Tacky Decorations
Foster Holidays Best Forgotten
Mistletoe
Mr. Grinch
Anonymous Donation
Yule Log / Bonfire
Travel Plans Ruined
Isobel's Party Planning
Heartfelt Gifts
Traditions
Grand Gesture
Found Family
Alone for the Holidays
Resolutions
New Year's Eve at the Crashdown
Enigma
prompt clarification...in case there’s anything that doesn’t make sense. [if you aren’t sure about something and i haven’t explained it below, please just send in an ask!]
4. max + miracles: max’s character is surrounded by jesus symbolism/healer/etc. in the original show, max cured a bunch of kids of cancer on christmas eve nearly killing himself in the process. but don’t let that limit you! max is in need of his own miracle rn being ‘dead’ and all soo....let your creativity run wild!
8. holiday service / ritual: i wanted to keep this list secular, but here’s the opportunity for some religious specific things. could be going to a service or avoiding one. who knows! [if you want any ideas, i have lists of prompts running for hannukah, christmas, and yule so just send me an ask if you want something more specific]
15. ufo emporium’s holiday masquerade: paper faces on paraaaaaade! masquerade! dont mind me i just really really wanted an excuse to have a masquerade ball somewhere nothing specific in mind, just thought it’d be a fun town event!
17. foster holidays best forgotten: all those years in foster care around the holidays that michael would prefer never having to think about again k thnx [old memories, his first gift, seeing his foster siblings again, etc.]
23. isobel’s party planning: in the og show, the holiday episodes always talk about her being an xmas nazi overbearing holiday planner
30. new year’s eve at the crashdown: in the og show, there’s an early-to-bed kinda party with bingo, resolutions pinned on a fake cactus they light on fire, and a new year’s countdown at 10pm so people can get to bed earlier
31. enigma: in the same episode as talking about in 30. there’s also a secret party in the middle of the desert that you can only find via following a scavenger hunt around town and working out the clues. it’s like party of the century, dance until dawn kinda thing.
Hey hope you're well 😊 i think the holiday advent idea is lovely! Id like to request something that just popped into my head if you would like to write it, no worries if not 😊 So I was thinking Queen are doing an album release party which also happens to be on new years eve and you work for a music magazine and have to interview the band members, you're nervous because its Queen and obviously you're a huge fan, and have a crush on rog 😁 and you bump into him before the interview and he has his flirt on but you're trying to stay professional because you know you have to interview him later, and then after the interview (which incldues a few suggestive comments and a bit of teasing) you bump into each other again on the dancefloor just as the clock strikes 12! 😁 sorry if its a bit cheesy but i think you could put your own cool spin on it😁 💕
bonus holiday advent post! since this was nye themed, I figured dec 30th was the perfect day to post it. Anyway, I really liked this and had fun with it so I hope you like it as well! (no warnings, 1.9k)
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Walking into a giant ballroom filled with lights, music, and people, you tried to take it all in and calm yourself with a deep breath. There were quite a few people you recognized and many you didn’t, but none of them would recognize you. This was your first big assignment for your magazine, after your editor had finally seen your worth when you filled in for a sick coworker at a Fleetwood Mac concert a month ago. Now, you were at a release party for Queen’s new album, News of the World, which they had decided to host on New Year’s Eve.
It had been one thing to go to a Fleetwood Mac concert and do a review, but going to a release party and actually interviewing the band was a whole nother level, and you were trying not to freak out. Not only your dignity, but your career, depended on you being able to hold yourself together professionally before, during, and after the interview. All of this was going to be harder as well considering you had a massive crush on the drummer, Roger Taylor. You had yet to see any of the members of the band on your initial survey of the room, a fact that you were glad for, and hoped that you could keep a relative distance until the time of the interview.
As per the directions of your editor, you had gone out and bought a nice outfit for the occasion with the company credit card. You had tucked your press pass into your clutch as soon as you were through the doors in a further effort to fit in, grabbing a glass of champagne from a waiter for the same reason.
Skirting around the edges of the room until you came to a group of high tables without chairs, you stood at one, content to people watch and get a good feel for the energy of the party so that you would be able to convey it well through your writing. Most people’s clothes ranged from cocktail party to black tie, though a couple were wearing something akin to circus performer costumes. This would have been confusing, but you had read and heard lots of far stranger things about parties hosted by rockstars, so you just accepted it.
You had finished your glass of champagne a few minutes ago but had decided not to get another so you could stay alert for the interview when you saw someone walking over to you out of the corner of your eye. Turning to greet them with a smile, your stomach dropped when you realized who it was: Roger Taylor.
“Hi,” you said, hoping you sounded normal while you fell to pieces on the inside.
“Hi,” he said with an easy smile. He held up one of the two champagne flutes in his hands, “Looked like you needed a top up.”
You bit your lip and hesitated for a second, but figured you just wouldn’t drink it all and accepted, clinking your glass with his and taking a sip.
“So, I don’t believe we’ve met,” he said, looking you up and down in a way that made your cheeks feel hot. “What’s your name?”
You told him just your first name, in case he knew who was interviewing him later. Even though you were completely flustered, you were going to use this opportunity to see what he was like not during an interview.
“I’m Roger,” he replied.
“I know,” you told him and he smirked, but since it was playful you laughed.
“So do you always stand off to the side alone at parties?” he asked as if he were just curious, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You rolled your eyes, “I like observing.”
“Hmm, I’m more of a partaker, but I’ll give it a try,” Roger said, coming around to the side of the table you were on and standing right next to you, the front of his left shoulder just inches behind your right one. You could practically feel the warmth radiating off of him but took another deep breath in to center yourself.
“So what exactly are you observing?” Roger leaned in to ask, his breath tickling the hair at the nape of your neck.
“Actually,” you said, turning to him quickly so he had to tilt his head back to avoid knocking your heads together. You suppressed a laugh, “You could probably help me out. I was wondering who those people are.”
Roger reluctantly broke eye contact with you to follow where your hand was gesturing, making a sound of understanding when he recognized who they were, “oh yeah, a couple years ago Fred went to some circus afterparty or something and ever since he’s invited whatever circus performers are in town to our parties because ‘we need them to offset all the boring executives.’”
He did a bit of an impression of Freddie Mercury that made you laugh, which he seemed to like.
“You know, I haven’t seen any of your bandmates in the crowd yet,” you said, hoping more conversation would distract you from how close he was and how interested he was making it clear he was.
“Well let’s see, last I saw Deaky he was up by the speakers; the man loves to dance. And Brian was over by the bar when I left him. Freddie could honestly be anywhere, but actually he’s wearing almost exactly the same color blue as you,” Roger told you, lightly touching the fabric of your dress, his palm just barely resting on your waist.
He watched your reaction, waiting to see what you would do next, whether you would welcome the contact or brush him off. You looked at his hand, then up at him, feeling his fingertips tense ever so slightly when he saw the look in your eyes. But you weren’t quite sure what to do; on one hand Roger Taylor’s hand was on your waist, on the other, you were supposed to be interviewing him very soon and any sort of fraternization wouldn’t be very professional.
Before you could decide, someone walked towards you and you looked over to see who it was, Roger withdrawing his hand at the same time.
It was the man who you had set up the interview with, Jim something? You weren’t sure that he had seen Roger’s hand, but you really hoped he hadn’t.
“It’s time,” he said with a small smile, gesturing a hand towards a pair of couches you could see on the other end of the short wall of the room.
“Can’t the interview wait Miami, I’m in the middle of a conversation,” Roger asked, a bit of whine making its way into his voice.
“I actually was talking to her, but yes, you’ll have to come along as well,” Miami replied shortly, turning and walking away, not waiting for you two to follow.
Roger turned to you, his eyebrows practically to his hairline, “You’re the reporter?”
You started walking and Roger kept up pace with you, “Yes.”
He laughed wryly, “Oh you’re good, aren’t you?”
“You’re the one who approached me, actually,” you reminded him with the raise of a brow.
“Well-- I--” Roger spluttered, trying to find his way out but failing before you had reached the rest of the band.
You smiled brightly and introduced yourself to the other three, sitting opposite of them on the other couch. They exchanged glances between you and Roger, especially when he elected to sit next to you rather than squish in with the three of them, but didn’t say anything.
From there, the interview actually went really well. Roger didn’t seem to harbor any resentment that you didn’t tell him you were going to interview him. If anything, he was more open with his flirting, making little quips and innuendos that led to a lot of ducking your head. A couple times the others intervened with a “Sorry about him, darling” from Freddie, a couple of pointed throat clearings from Brian, and a somewhat subtle kick in the shin from John. Truthfully, you wouldn’t have minded what he was saying except that you were trying to act professional in front of his bandmates and their manager, as well as get your story.
But overall, the four of you got along great, falling into a good conversation rather than an awkward interview. They appreciated that you asked informed questions about their music, which you were happy about because you had done a lot of research in preparation. Another favorite topic was fashion and you and Freddie spent a good five minutes raving about the boutique you had bought the dress from. It was kinda sad to be done with the interview, but Miami intervened, telling the band they had to get back to meet with some executives.
While they went and did that, you went to the hallway, doing a quick happy dance at how well it went before finding the phone and calling your editor.
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Brian and Freddie were taking the brunt of the interest from the executives as they had written the most songs, so Deaky turned to Roger and nodded towards the hallway where you were visible, talking on the phone.
“Bet she’s telling her editor all about how Roger the womanizer wouldn’t stop hitting on her during the interview,” he said sardonically.
Roger’s smile from seeing your excited gestures fell, “What?”
“I’ll just say that Fred and Bri will be disappointed if the interview isn’t focused on our music,” Deaky said, a warning in his tone.
Roger swallowed and nodded in understanding.
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By the time your editor had let you off the phone, it was only about ten minutes to midnight. You made your way through the excited crowd to the packed bar, hoping to grab a drink in time for the New Year. It was taking a while but you were still smiling to yourself about the interview when you felt a tap on the shoulder.
It was Roger, once again holding two flutes of champagne.
“Need a drink?” he asked, his smile almost a bit shy.
You grinned back and accepted, cheersing and taking a drink with him.
“So--”
“So--”
“Oh go ahead,” Roger told you.
“I was just going to say sorry that I didn’t tell you I was a reporter, if you want anything to be off the record, just tell me what and I won’t print it,” you told him quickly. “What were you gonna say?”
Roger huffed a laugh, “Just that I’m sorry if I distracted from the interview. I should’ve let you do your job.”
“I think a lie of omission and unprofessionalism are about equal offences. No hard feelings?” you asked, looking up at him.
He nodded, sticking his hand out for you to shake. You grasped it and couldn’t help but notice how warm he still was, and how the calluses on his fingers from drumming felt against your hands. Then Roger pulled you forward by your hand and you stumbled, laughing, until you had to let go to steady yourself with a hand on his chest.
You looked up at him, searching his gaze. His hand came back to your waist tentatively and you nodded, almost imperceptible, but he saw and a small smile graced his lips. Then you heard the crowd start the countdown around you and you smiled wide.
They got to one and yelled Happy New Year!, the sound barely reaching your ears as Roger’s lips pressed to yours, tasting sweet like champagne.
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tagging bc it’s long: @drowseoftaylor @caborhapch @queenlover05 @johndeaconshands @stardust-galaxies @theblossomknows
Okay okay okay i have a blurb request - reader and rog are chilling out and shes like playing with his hair and discovers *dun dun dun* a grey hair and has to talk roger down from a midlife crisis or whatever lmao
I was a little worried I wouldn’t be able to turn this into smut other than the usual “I’ll show you I'm not old” railing (which I love) but never fear, cause I’m actually very happy with where this ended up. Thank you babe for a great prompt and for being my smut muse as always
warnings are smut (18+), cussing, and it’s 1.9k
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As much as Roger thought he could always go go go, there were days that he preferred to hang out at your place the whole day. These days were usually after a big concert, several long days in the studio, or a big party. This time it was a party. To be more specific, Freddie had thrown a Hanukkah party. Even though he wasn’t Jewish and to your knowledge knew almost nothing about the holiday, he argued that it was only fair to throw a Hanukkah party if he was going to throw a Christmas one.
His decorations were blue and white with giant menorahs and dreidels. As well as the usual food, there was latkes, his chef’s interpretation of sufganiyot doughnuts, and gelt everywhere. Freddie had also made sure that all the food was kosher compliant, which you thought was good of him.
Somehow, this Hanukkah party had ended up even wilder than his typical ones, and Roger had paid the price. Normally, he would’ve made it over to yours around 1:00pm the day after a party, but this time he didn’t even come until a day later, though at 9:00am.
He brought with him coffee and muffins so you let him in with a smile instead of grumbling about how he woke you up. Then the day passed pretty much doing nothing. You lounged in your bed sharing breakfast until you were ready to get ready for the day, had a precarious and giggly romp with each other in the shower, made sandwiches and cut up fruit together in the kitchen for lunch, and finally sat on the couch half-watching Christmas movies as they came on the tv.
While you had both started sitting up, Roger had slowly leaned over onto you until eventually his head was resting in your lap. Because you knew it was what he wanted and because it gave your hands something to do, you started playing with his hair. At first, you did it mindlessly, just feeling your fingers comb through his soft hair. But when the movie switched to one that you had seen a million times before, you paid more attention.
Roger’s hair was shorter than it had been in years past, and while you liked how it looked now, you were a little sad that gone were the days of long, wavy, pretty hair. Still, it was long enough for you to braid little tiny braids into it, especially in the back and on top. That’s what you were doing now, giggling as his head became covered in one inch long braids. Roger didn’t seem to mind, but that was probably because it felt good and he was more than half asleep anyway.
You finally made it to the hair just above his temples, sectioning out the hair that was long enough to braid. That’s when you saw it, a single grey hair among all the bleached and natural blonde.
Before you could help it, you gasped and Roger immediately jerked awake.
“What? What’s wrong?” Roger asked quickly, though his voice was still filled with sleep.
“Oh nothing, nothing’s wrong,” you claimed hurriedly.
“Then why did you gasp like that?”
“It was just the tv, very exciting part.”
He looked at the tv, “One, you’ve seen this thousands of times. Two, this is not an exciting part, nor has there been an exciting part for the last five minutes. So what is it?”
“Well, it’s just that-- I just,” you tried to stall but Roger gave you a look. “... I found a grey hair on your head.”
Roger shot up, both hands going to his head, “What the fuck, no you didn’t!”
“I did,” you grimaced. Then touched his arm, “But it’s okay, it was just the one.”
“No, if there’s one, there’s got to be more!” Roger said, trying to run his fingers through his hair but having trouble. “What the fuck did you do to my hair?”
You had to cover your mouth to keep yourself from bursting out laughing, but when he still looked at you for an answer, you had to reply through laughs, “They’re just little braids.”
“Arghh! Help me!” Roger demanded because as dexterous as his hands usually were, they apparently weren’t very good at undoing braids.
“Here, here, let me,” you said, batting his hands away with a few final giggles. You moved so you were kneeling beside him on the couch so you could reach his hair. It only took a couple minutes to do, during which you could see Roger frowning deeply. You thought about telling him he shouldn’t so he didn’t get frown lines but decided that probably wouldn’t help in the current situation.
“There you go,” you said, sitting back on your heels, smoothing his hair away from his face a final time.
He was still pouting so you thought for a second before speaking again.
“You know, Rog, 31 seems like a very reasonable age to start getting grey hairs. Some people get them in their twenties.”
Roger just looked at his hands.
So you tried a different approach, “And you know, I think you’d look pretty hot with grey hair.”
As you spoke, you placed your hand on Roger’s wrist and he looked up at you, raising his eyebrows.
“Really?”
“Yeah, you’d look sophisticated and confident,” you took a slow breath in. “Like you’re totally in control.”
Roger watched you closely, feeling how the energy in the room was shifting. Then he grabbed the hand that was on his wrist, pulling you closer until you got the idea and slung a leg over so you were straddling him.
“In control of what?” he asked, lowering his gaze ever so slightly towards you and lifting a finger to brush along your jawline.
“Whatever you want,” you almost whispered, waiting until he tilted your chin up before you moved closer and kissed him.
He kissed you back, but kept it slow and controlled. Keeping one hand right on your jaw, Roger moved the other to your waist to pull your body close to his. He pulled his thumb on your chin, parting your mouth enough for his tongue to run along the inside of your lower lip. You breathed in sharply and parted your mouth further, just hoping that he would deepen the kiss. To your great relief, he did and you sighed further into the kiss.
The hand that was on your waist started roaming, and whether it was to brush his thumb against your nipple, to splay his fingers across your ass and squeeze before landing a sharp spank, or to reach up and pull on your hair, every move caused a moan to be pulled from you.
You had fully lost yourself in the kiss when Roger’s hand crept in between the two of you, so his thumb pressing along your slit until it reached your clit made you gasp and pull away from the kiss for a second. His thumb rubbed you through your sweatpants and your brow furrowed as you focused on the feeling.
“Does that feel good?” Roger murmured, and when you looked at him there was a confident glint in his eyes that made you swallow thickly.
You nodded and Roger waited expectantly so you continued, “Yes, so good.”
“Good ‘cause that's what I wanted. To control your pleasure by giving you all of it,” his words and the way he was touching you made you shiver.
Suddenly, he pushed you to stand but he started pushing down your pants and underwear and you hurried to help. You tried to do the same with his, but he shook his head and stood up.
Roger motioned to the arm of the couch, “Lay back there.”
You did as he said, putting down a throw pillow first to cushion your back. You leaned back, legs in front of you and bent at the knee, your feet resting on the couch cushions. Roger laid down on the couch in front of you on his stomach. To fit he had to bend his knees too and so he crossed his ankles in the air. You thought it was cute but before you could say anything or laugh Roger licked right up your slit from your entrance to your clit.
There were no light kisses and licks to work you up to more; instead, he just latched his lips onto your clit and started sucking, your hips jumping up underneath him. So Roger used his left hand to press down on your hips and keep you from moving too much. His lips felt so good that you couldn’t resist tangling your fingers in his hair to keep him close.
After a minute, Roger lifted his head a little, but it was just to let some of his spit drip onto your pussy. It was kind of a strange feeling since there was so little pressure, but then his right hand came up between your thighs and as he got his first two fingers wet, you understood what it was for.
Roger pushed his fingers in together, going slow enough so you could adjust, but the stretch still made you groan quietly and open your legs wider. He thrusted them in and out of you two more times and the slight pain was gone, letting you appreciate the feeling of fullness his fingers gave you.
His tongue found its way back to your clit, circling it before pressing down on it with broad licks. Roger was searching for your g spot with his fingers and once he did, he started sucking your clit at the same time.
The feeling turned your moan into a cry of pleasure, “Ah, Roger!”
His only response was to hum against you, and the buzz of the vibrations made a bolt of pleasure run throughout your entire body. Roger kept up this routine, making you moan and whine and whimper and then rewarding you with a hum every time you did. It all became overwhelming when he added another finger, stretching you further and increasing the pressure and pleasure on your g spot.
“I’m-- fuck--”
“You’re close?” Roger asked to confirm.
“Yes, yeah, ohhhh--”
“Come,” he told you, returning his lips to your clit, fingering you deftly, and humming against you, stronger this time.
You had told him he was in control, and it was true because as soon as he did that, you were coming, your legs involuntarily wrapping around his head as the pleasure ran through you, leaving you moaning and breathless.
Roger kept going until you let your legs down, placing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before smiling up at you. You reached for him and he acquiesced, finding your lips and kissing you deeply as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
Breaking away from the kiss, you looked between you to his boner that was still present in his sweatpants, “Do you want me to suck you off?”
“That’d be nice,” Roger said nonchalantly, and you hit his shoulder lightly.
He got up, pushing down his sweatpants and briefs, kicking them to the side. You sat on the edge of the couch, figuring it’d be easiest to do with him standing and you sitting.
Placing your hands on the sides of his thighs, you looked up at him with only slight hesitation,“Do you-- can you control this too?”
Helloo i was wondering could we get a smutty roger blurb pretty pleasssseee maybe due to the recent pop quiz videos 🙄 like he's on the show and youre watching in the audience as a friend and his team losses + he's hella annoyed so he's determined to get home asap so he can relieve his frustrations but you decide to come home with him to cheer him up but you don't know what you are in for because he can't resist you when he's in this mood 😍
1st Holiday Advent post yay! (send me a request here and check out the explanation here) Anyway, this has been in my inbox forever, so thank you for your patience anon, I reward you with a honkin’ 2.5k words (warnings are smut, 18+) Masterlist
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You were attending the taping of one of the episodes of Pop Quiz that Roger was on. He had invited you the week before after you had mentioned that you always caught the episodes when they aired and liked answering the questions yourself. It wasn’t totally clear if this was a date or not, but you were fine with either. Not that you didn’t really fancy Roger, you just were okay with it being a friendly invitation as well. The two of you always flirted and were touchy, but you knew you were just a flirt in general and Roger himself was touchy with all of his friends.
The idea of asking him out had been something you were toying with, but whatever was between you and Roger seemed like something that would develop on its own time and in its own way. You knew it wouldn’t be a conventional sort of relationship, which you were totally okay with, so you figured it’d be best to just let everything happen the way it was going to.
Sitting in the front row of the studio audience, you had a great view of the stage other than what was obstructed by the cameras. Luckily, Roger wasn’t obstructed so you could watch him all night. At the beginning, he would wave to you during commercial breaks or mouth things when the other team was answering and he was sure he wasn’t onscreen. He made you laugh a lot with all of his faces and you had to stifle yourself to keep from interrupting the taping.
Unfortunately, as time went on, it became clear that Roger’s team was losing and by three quarters of the way through, they were too far to come back and win. You could tell Roger wasn’t happy. You would’ve bet money that no one else could really tell the difference in his behavior, but having been his friend for quite a while and seeing the way he acted in the studio, you could see the slight differences. His hand was tucked into the collar of his shirt and you could see his fingers underneath the fabric moving underneath like they were tapping out a quick rhythm. His answers to the questions became short and gone was the funny banter and quips that he was usually known for. He probably wouldn’t have been so upset, but his team was doing poorly mainly due to a few mess ups on his part, and he felt guilty and stupid for getting the answers wrong.
Roger kept his composure through the rest of the show, but as soon as it was done, he was finding you to leave. The host tried to invite the two of you to the pub with everyone else, but Roger waved him off saying it wasn’t a good night for it.
Once he got to you, Roger grabbed your hand a little roughly and pulled you next to him, saying with a gruff voice, “Let’s get you home.”
He led you out of the studio quickly, to his car that was parked in the garage. Roger let your hand go so you could both get in, turning on the car and then practically speeding out of the garage. As soon as he got to the highway, he pushed the accelerator hard, going well past what you knew the speed limit to be.
“Roger, Roger, slow down!” you cried out, gripping the door next to you and subconsciously pressing your feet into the brake pedal you wished was on your side.
“Don’t worry love, the street’s empty,” Roger assured you, keeping up the speed.
“Well, what if someone else gets on?”
“Then I’ll slow down,” he looked over to you to make sure you accepted his answer and when you nodded, he turned back to the road, increasing his speed further.
A little less worried, you started paying attention to where he was going and realized he was taking you home.
“You’re going to my house?” you asked in confusion.
“Yeah, I said ‘let’s get you home,’” he reminded you shortly.
“Oh,” was all your reply, disappointed because you knew he was planning to just drop you off and be on his way. You had been looking forward to the rest of the night with maybe a drink or two and lots of good conversation with Roger.
It wasn’t long before you arrived at your house, Roger stopping in front of your driveway and putting the car into park.
“Sorry I kind of ruined the night. ‘m just not in the greatest mood after the shit that was that show,” Roger said, looking down at his hands on the steering wheel instead of up at you.
You put your hand on the closest of his and he looked up, “You know, it wasn’t all on you. And besides, it’s just a bit of fun for a show, right?”
Roger moved past just feeling the warmth of your hand on his to answer, “Yeah, I guess.”
Rolling your eyes fondly, you suggested, “Why don’t you come in for a drink or something. I hate to send you home without having cheered you up, even just a little.”
The earnest look in your eyes and how close you were to him made Roger eager to say yes to your suggestion. But he thought again and wondered if he should because he knew that whenever he got in this mood he was prone to doing whatever he could to relieve the frustration. That often included sex with whoever was around and willing, but he wasn’t sure that the possible risk to your friendship was worth the fuck he wanted just to release some steam.
Roger also knew there was something between the two of you and wasn’t sure that now was the time to expand on it, without practically any patience on his part. He was about to decline your offer and just drive home to work his irritation out on his drums when you let go of his hand.
Before he could react, you shut off the engine and pulled the keys from the ignition, unbuckling and throwing open the door of the car. You got out, shut the door, and ran, stopping about ten feet into your lawn.
“If you want them back you’ll have to come in first!” you shouted to him. He watched you in surprise, which quickly turned to shock and then a fire low in his belly when you tucked the keys into your bra with a laugh.
He got out of the car, almost slamming the door shut and you tensed in anticipation. He started like he was going to start running and you bolted a couple steps, but he was just messing with you. So you watched him again, and he walked, slowly this time, until he was five feet away. When you were least expecting it, he lunged for you, but you were just far enough away to stay out of his grasp. You made it to the door and unlocked it before he got there, leaving the keys in the lock to slow him down before continuing into your house.
Roger watched you disappear into your house, shaking his head as he pulled your house key from the lock and walked in, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
“I’m going to get those keys,” Roger announced to you as he sauntered into the kitchen where he already knew you’d be.
You held out a drink for him, whisky, neat, that you had poured from the bar cart in your kitchen.
“Not for awhile you won’t,” you replied as he walked around the counter to you, leaning back against it.
He took the drink you held out to him, and the two of you cheersed before taking a sip, looking each other in the eye.
“So what do you suggest we do until then?” he asked, swirling his drink and cocking his hip to the side.
“Well, we’ll have to finish our drinks, of course,” you reasoned, moving a step forward and taking another sip.
Roger, on the other hand, downed his drink all at once, then looked at you and said, “What next?”
“We could listen to some music,” you suggested, getting another step closer.
“Not really in the mood to listen to music,” Roger muttered, setting down his empty glass on the counter; you did the same with your still mostly full one.
Rolling your eyes, you took the last step until you were right in front of him and then waited until he looked down at you before speaking, “What are you in the mood for?”
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There was a moment of silence and tension before you rushed together, meeting in a fervent kiss. Roger gripped you by your waist and you held yourself steady by wrapping your arms around his neck. That steady was knocked off balance as Roger flipped the two of you around, pressing you against the counter with his hips. You moaned and parted your mouth when Roger’s tongue ran along your lower lip. As he deepened the kiss, his hands slid down to your ass, squeezing it before using his grip to lift you onto the counter.
Laughing, you widened your legs and used your heels to pull him closer until you could feel his growing hardness pressing against you. The kiss made you feel hot all over and you shrugged off your jacket. Roger let his fall to the floor before moving his hands to the buttons of your blouse. He undid it as you nipped at his neck, but when he tried to undo your bra, he couldn’t.
“Oh, it’s-- it’s in the front,” you explained and undid the clasp between your breasts. Then, when you did, Roger’s keys fell to your lap.
The two of you paused for a second before you burst into laughter and Roger dropped his head to your shoulder, his breath tickling your skin.
“I--I told you I would get them,” Roger told you through chuckles.
“Shut up and kiss me,” you replied as you tossed his keys to the side, and he did.
As the kiss got more intense, you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling roughly at the ends. Roger groaned deeply in his throat, pulling back to mouth at your neck, using his hands to feel your breasts. As a spike of heat travelled through you, you pushed him back a little to hike up your skirt (which you were grateful you wore) and pull down your underwear as quick as you could.
Roger did the same, kicking his pants off all the way before pulling you to the edge of the counter. You reached between you and ran your hand along the length of his dick, getting a sense for it and making sure it was ready, the moan that came from Roger’s lips just being an added bonus. He reached between your thighs and swiped his thumb up through your folds, gathering some wetness before rubbing your clit in tight circles.
“Fuck. Mm, just fuck me now, I’m ready,” you said breathlessly.
Nodding, Roger let you guide his cock to your entrance, pushing in slowly until he bottomed out. Giving you a second, he pulled out just as slowly then started fucking you for real. His pace wasn’t too fast, in fact it was just right and hit you in all the right places as you gripped onto his shoulders and used your legs for leverage. His thumb stayed on your clit and that matched with his sharp thrusts made your pleasure grow faster than you expected.
It wasn’t long before you couldn’t keep quiet, telling Roger all the ways he was making you feel and how good he was fucking you. Roger was just as loud, but with moans instead of words and each of his sounds sent another bolt of pleasure through you.
“Roger, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna co-ome, keep going,” you said, your voice breaking.
In return, he snapped his hips into you with each thrust, and as you clenched around him, his shaky moan was all it took for your orgasm to take over. As your muscles tightened and your eyes closed, pleasure waved through you, making it almost hard to breathe with how good you felt.
Roger kept going, and even as you came down, showed no signs of stopping. You could tell that he was working off some frustration, and it honestly made you feel heady that he was using you for it. Luckily you weren’t too sensitive, and despite already coming, each thrust still gave you pleasure.
Wanting to help him along, you clenched around him, at the same time moved to kiss his neck. You kissed until you found the spot that made him groan, deciding to suck and nip your way to leaving a hickey there.
Before you knew it, you began to feel another orgasm building, and you moaned against Roger’s neck as a particularly strong wave of pleasure went through you. You kissed your way up to Roger’s mouth and kissed him again, reveling in the feeling of his tongue against yours.
But then you felt his fingers on your clit again and you broke the kiss to tell him, “Oh Roger, oh my gosh, you’re gonna make me come again. Fuck me.”
“Already am, but I can sure go harder,” Roger joked, voice a little uneven.
“Yes, that, do that,” you agreed, nodding quickly.
Roger complied, and as his thrusts grew harder you keened at the feeling. His free hand went into your hair, pulling your head back enough so that he could lean down and get his mouth on your breasts. He kissed his way to one of your nipples, bringing it between his lips as he sucked.
One of your hands went behind you to keep you up but the other went to the back of Roger’s head keeping him in place. And then Roger tugged at your nipple lightly with his teeth and you were cumming, tightening your grip in his hair and moaning brokenly at the feeling.
Even as the hot pleasure ran through you, you could feel Roger’s hips stuttering and the change made you whine. Just having caught your breath enough to talk, you grabbed Roger’s shoulder, “Come, I need you to come.”
“Where?”
“I’m on birth control, inside me, please, fuck,” you pleaded, a little because your sensitivity was getting stronger, but mostly because you wanted him to reach that high too.
And just a few thrusts more, with the clench of your walls around him, Roger came into you, moaning into your chest as his thrusts slowed down. When he stopped, he stayed inside you, and you ran your fingers through his hair as he came down.
Breath still heavy, Roger started pressing lazy kisses up your chest and neck before finding your mouth and kissing you slowly. After a minute, you pulled back and smiled at him.
“So that happened,” Roger said, his smile matching yours.
“Yeah, finally,” you said with a laugh. “Guess we should thank Pop Quiz for adding the last bit of frustration that made it all boil over.”
“Yeah, guess we should,” Roger muttered, leaning in and kissing you again.
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tagging bc its sooo long: @riseetothesun @drowseoftaylor @caborhapch @queenlover05 @johndeaconshands @stardust-galaxies @theblossomknows @buckyluvrs
Hi! I was wondering if you could write an imagine or blurb about Ben and the reader having newborn twins and surprising the bohrap cast, Roger and Brian with them when they visit? You can choose names and genders...
this was a fun little request, thanks for sending it in! (no warnings, 800 words)
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It had been a while since the whole gang had gotten together, with all the projects everyone had going and other obligations. So when your and Ben’s babies had finally been born, they all made it a priority to make time to visit together. What they didn’t know, though, was that there were two babies. Because of a misread ultrasound, you and Ben hadn’t even known until six months in and had decided to keep it as a secret for a surprise for your friends. You had kept the illusion up by only sending pictures of one of the girls at a time and as they were newborns, no one could tell.
Rami, Lucy, Gwilym, and Joe were all coming over for a whole day of catching up and getting to spend time with the family. They had also offered a bit of babysitting, cleanup, and cooking so you and Ben could get some rest.
At 10:30am, you were in the kitchen with little Eliza when you heard your doorbell. You buzzed everyone in, calling out that you were in the kitchen and Ben was in the nursery.
Lucy and Rami appeared around the corner and you assumed Joe and Gwil had gone to see Ben first, which was exactly as you had planned.
“Hi, oh my gosh there she is!” Lucy exclaimed as she saw the baby in her little carrier.
“Haha look at her,” Rami said excitedly as they both got next to her.
“Um hello, I’m here as well,” you reminded with a laugh.
“Oops,” they said in tandem, coming over to give you a kiss and a hug.
Then their attention went right back to Eliza. She wasn’t awake so they just watched her peaceful sleeping silently for a few seconds.
“Couldn’t we just… wake her?” Lucy asked with a hopeful look.
“I can tell by the way you asked that that you know the answer is no. Why don’t you go say hi to Ben and then we’ll see where she’s at,” you suggested.
Rami and Lucy nodded before taking one last look and heading down the hall to the nursery.
They passed Joe in the hallway on his way to you with excited smiles.
Joe was already talking as he came into the kitchen, “Gwil’s just going to the bathroom, he’ll be here in a— What the fuck?!”
You could then hear Gwil laughing from the hallway, “Joe, you know you shouldn’t be cussing like that when there’s a baby in the house— I’m sorry am I hallucinating?”
You couldn’t help but burst out into laughter at the looks on their faces as well as the gasps and yells coming from the other end of the house. A few seconds later, Lucy, Rami, and Ben came walking down the hallway, Ben laughing just as hard as you and with your other daughter, Amelia in his arms.
All four of your friends whipped their heads back and forth between the two babies, and you realized that all of the commotion had woken Eliza. Luckily, she didn’t seem upset, so you just picked her up and walked to stand next to Ben.
“Are you kidding me? You guys have twins?” Joe was the first to speak again, a look of disbelief still taking over his face.
“Well we just wanted to surprise everyone and thought it’d be funny to see your reactions,” Ben explained, not an ounce of regret on his face.
“I can’t believe you lied to us,” Lucy said dramatically, but you knew she wasn’t actually upset.
“Here, hold a baby, it’ll make you feel better,” you told her, carefully placing Eliza in her arms.
Just like that, all of Lucy’s focus was on the tiny thing in her arms, Rami coming up to watch the two of them raptly as well. Then Ben gave Joe Amelia and he and Gwil were thoroughly distracted from the perceived slight as well.
You and Ben watched your friends cooing at and talking to your two children happily for a few minutes. Then you yawned and Ben gestured to the couch. Sitting down together, you leaned over and rested your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around your side.
“Look at them, they love the girls as much as they love us,” you said with a smile.
“Probably more,” Ben reasoned and the two of you laughed quietly.
With the warmth and happiness you felt in the room, and the lack of sleep from having two newborns, both you and Ben were asleep in minutes.
“So you never told us, what are their names?” Gwil asked, and all four of them turned to hear the answer. But they saw that you were conked out and quietly decided that Lucy and Joe would go to the nursery with the babies while Rami and Gwil would cook up some lunch to let the two of you sleep before it was time to wake up and feed the girls again.
lol I had to send myself an ask bc this blurb was my idea but I always feel weird when I post a blurb not in this format. anyway, this is short and sweet (700 words) and would honestly be the best (allusions to sex)
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This was by far the most relaxed Christmas Day you had ever experienced. It being the first you’re spending with Gwil was probably the biggest reason why. Your family was the type to go all out and have a big breakfast, presents with all the family, a family picture, and then a giant Christmas dinner that took hours to prepare. Gwil’s family, on the other hand, were much more laid back. They preferred a bit of a lie-in, presents, and then a brunch of mainly bakery made pastries, fresh fruit, and tea. Then the rest of the day was spent hanging out and watching Christmas movies before a more chilled dinner of pasta etc.
Now, at 7:00pm you were back at your vacation rental for the weekend, a little cottage on the edge of a forest. You had invited four of your friends to join you for the period between Christmas and New Year’s and were trying to get everything ready for their arrival very early tomorrow morning.
Gwil was tidying up in the living room while you were in the kitchen, making some cinnamon rolls to be ready for breakfast. Luckily you had specifically chosen to rent a place that had a fully equipped kitchen.
“Alright, I’m done in the living room, is there anything I can do to help here?” Gwil asked as he strolled into the kitchen.
You looked around you and then back at him sheepishly, “Could you get a start on the dishes?”
“Of course, love,” he said with a little sigh, stepping next to you by the counter where most of the dishes were.
Before he started gathering dishes, he pressed a kiss to your temple and you hummed softly in return, “Thank you, gorgeous.”
There was Christmas music playing quietly through your speaker and the two of you were content to let that and the tasks at hand be the only sound in the room.
You were just about done, the cinnamon rolls resting in the fridge as you scooped the icing into another container.
“Why are you putting that in a new thing?” Gwil asked, eyeing the soon-to-be-empty bowl you were holding as he realized he would soon have another dish to clean.
“Well there’s no lid for this one and I don’t wanna waste the cling film just for this. Plus,” you added as you popped the new icing container in the fridge and tilted the previous bowl towards him, “now we can try what’s left in the bowl.”
Gwil shook his head, “None for me, thanks. Too sweet on its own.”
“Suit yourself,” you shrugged, using two fingers to swipe out the final streaks left in the bowl. You brought your fingers to your mouth, sucking and licking the white icing off as you hummed to the song playing from your speaker.
You were oblivious to the way that Gwil was watching your every move and how his eyes were slowly starting to darken. To him, it seemed like you were taking your sweet time, because every time he thought you had finally got it all, you would exclaim quietly at finding another few drops before pushing your fingers into your mouth again. It was all he could do but groan as you swirled your tongue around your fingertips.
“Since you didn’t try it yourself, I’ll inform you that the icing was delicious and will go perfectly on the cinnamon rolls tomorrow,” you said with a proud little smile.
But before you could say anything else, Gwil was rushing towards you and then pulling you into a kiss, deepening it quickly and running his tongue along yours teasingly.
“Mm tastes delicious, though you always do,” Gwil said, pulling back only enough to see your face.
“What was that for?” you asked a little breathlessly.
“Basically, the way you were licking your fingers was practically sinful, and I just realized that this is the last night for a week where we can be as loud as we want,” Gwil told you, sliding his hands from your waist to your ass, squeezing lightly.
Your eyes widened and then you grinned, “Good point.”
Taking his hand and turning quickly, you led him down the hallway to the bedroom as fast as you could through excited laughter and stolen kisses.
