a/n: this one was prompted by @terryboot <3 wherein Jack is a bit (a lot) ridiculous at his work xmas party, continuing the dating blurbs
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A week and three more dates later, you were accompanying Jack to his work Christmas party for your sixth date. It had seemed kind of like a big deal, except Jack assured you that the company he worked for was big enough in staff and square footage that you shouldn’t ever feel overwhelmed by anyone in particular’s attention on you. He made sure to add that this square footage included lots of secluded areas, including his office.
At the time, you had laughed, but now at the party, you were pretty sure he wasn’t joking. Jack had left to grab you each a drink when you first got there and since he returned he hadn’t stopped flirting with you. Which was nice, of course, but the flirting wasn’t just compliments on how you looked and having an interesting conversation, it was pick up lines and nearly inappropriate touches and hot, hot intense gazes.
As you left one group of people to get some hors d'oeuvres, you said under your breath, “Honey, you know I’m already here as your date. Because I’m dating you, we’re dating.”
“‘Course darlin’ and I couldn’t be happier. Havin’ a sexy, gorgeous, cock-hardenin’ date like you is more than I could’ve hoped for.”
“Jack! You can’t say that here— shouldn’t say it anywhere, actually. Please, never again,” you said, tightening your grip on his arm where you had just been resting it before.
Jack gave you a thoughtful look and then stopped so you did too, “Alright, sugar, I’ll not say it again…”
“Good!”
“In exchange for a little something for me,” he concluded with a mischievous glint in his eye.
You hesitated to ask him what he wanted, but it probably wouldn’t be as bad as risking someone hearing him say that out loud. “What is it?”
“I have something to show you in my office,” Jack said, way too innocently.
“Why in your office?”
“Because that’s where it is, that’s why, sweetheart, now do we have a deal or not?” Jack asked, cocking the hip that was furthest away from you to the side.
You agreed with one stipulation, “But we’re not going to… have sex while we’re in there.”
“Doll, I promise I will not try and get you to have sex. Cross my heart. Scouts honor,” Jack said, smiling more as he finished the sentence.
You laughed, “Okay good. Then yes, let’s go see this thing in your office.”
Three minutes later, Jack had guided you into his office, shut the door, and immediately pushed you up against it, kissing you soundly. For the first full minute you forgot where you were and what you were supposed to be doing. But then you heard people, another couple probably, coming down the hall and you remembered you were at his very populous work party.
You unwrapped your arms from around his neck and gently pushed on his shoulders, “Jack, you promised. You’re supposed to be showing me something.”
“Yeah honey, I’m showing you how hot it is when we make out in my office. And that is all I’m asking for here, just some kissin’, nothin’ more,” Jack reasoned, and he looked at you with those sweet brown eyes of his that were too damn good at melting all of your resistance.
“Well… I guess your blinds are already closed…”
“And this door locks.”
That was enough to win you over, especially when your lips were still tingling from the last kiss and his hands were still on your waist. You leaned in so he could kiss you again and you once again lost track of time and space. The next time you opened your eyes, when Jack moved down to kiss your neck, you realized that you were sitting on top of his desk and seriously questioned how you had gotten there. But then Jack nipped at your pulse point, sending a wave of pleasure through you, and you wondered what it would mean for your deal if you were the one to initiate sex.
Gwil time 3 (more smut): reader and gwil are trying for a baby but theyre crashing at a friends place overnight when shes ovulating so have to be sneaky about it 🤭🤭
Obvs this is out of order for the asks I have received, but ideas popped into my head immediately upon reading this so I had to work on it first. Warnings are talk of trying to get pregnant and smut, 1.7k words
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After an evening of wine, chatting, and a couple board games, you and Gwil were crashing in the spare bedroom of your friends, Marica and Cory, place. This was because you were going to a mutual friends’ wedding the next day and they lived in the same city, Birmingham. It was around 11:00pm when you were climbing into bed, having done your nightly routine and hung up your things for the next day.
Gwil was grabbing his phone from the pocket of his jacket, where he had left it in an attempt to be more present, something he had decided he should be working on. You watched him check a couple messages and respond before his face pulled into a grimace.
Frowning, you asked, “What’s up?”
He bit his lip and looked at you hesitantly, “Um, I guess I missed the notification because my phone’s been in my jacket, but you’re ovulating.”
You threw your head back in exasperation, “Gwil! You said you were going to keep track of that, this is not an ideal place to be having this issue.”
A few months ago, you and Gwil had started trying for a baby, and had decided that Gwil would be the one to track your ovulation and everything because he was much more organized and tech savvy than you were.
“I know, darling, I’m sorry. But, even if I had known a couple hours ago, what would we have done? Gone to a pay by the hour hotel in the middle of hanging out with Marica and Cory?” Gwil reasoned, trying to get himself out of trouble.
Sighing softly, you nodded, “S’pose not, but I’d greatly prefer not having them know we’re having sex just down the hall.”
“I agree,” Gwil nodded, finally climbing in next to you, facing you, and sliding a hand to rest on your thigh, a little higher than just an innocent touch.
You smiled, then thought for a second, “Maybe you should just get off, I’m so much louder that if it was only you, they probably wouldn’t be able to hear.”
Gwil frowned deeply at that, “I do not want to just use you to get off.”
“Well, it’s something that I want too, and it’s for a larger purpose,” you tried to persuade him. Then with a cheeky smile, “Plus the thought of you using me is kinda really hot.”
At that, Gwil paused, looking at you and the way you were looking at him, and you felt his fingers tighten slightly on your thigh. Then he shook his head, “No, stop that. You know that it works better if you get off too.”
You scrunched up your face, “Fine, you’re right, but when Marica and Cory complain that we kept them up, you have to take all the blame.”
Gwil leaned in close to you, holding your face in place, “Will do.”
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Then he kissed you, soft. No matter the situation, Gwil always kissed you softly. At first. Faster than you were anticipating, he started to kiss you deeper, with more urgency that made a fire light in your lower stomach and blurred your thoughts at the edges. He slipped the hand on your face into your hair, pulling just enough to really feel it, but not too much to hurt. The other moved further up the inside of your thigh, his long fingers starting to trail up and down over your clothed slit.
You whimpered, reaching for the hem of Gwil’s shirt, knowing that the sooner you got the both of you undressed, the sooner you would get his hands where you really wanted them. Gwil let you take it off for him, and then did the same for you, smoothing his hands up your sides and squeezing your breasts lightly and running his thumbs over your nipples in a way that made your breath hitch and had you rushing forward to kiss him.
Gwil was able to get your pants and underwear off without breaking the kiss, but he pulled back to slip his thumb into your mouth. Wrapping your lips around it, you laved it with your tongue, making sure it was wet like he wanted. Then he pulled his thumb from your mouth and replaced it with his lips, reaching down between your thighs to press his thumb against your clit.
Inhaling sharply, you dropped one of your hands that had been on his shoulders to his wrist, holding it tightly in place. He kept going, and as he moved his lips along your jaw and down to your pulse point, you moaned unabashedly and Gwil stopped his ministrations temporarily. You almost whined, but realized why Gwil had stopped and felt your cheeks heat up.
“Careful, darling. You know I love to hear you, but I can’t say the same for our friends,” Gwil warned with a sweet smile.
“I know. I’ll t-try,” your words caught when Gwil started rubbing your clit slowly again. “Maybe you should fuck me, fuck, from behind so I can keep my head in the pillows.”
Gwil grinned and you shivered because of the look in his eye, “That can be arranged.”
He then flipped you over, and it was all you could do not to squeal in surprise and delight, muffling your laugh with your hand. You were flat on your stomach, but Gwil pulled you so your knees were bent and your ass was in the air. The smooth pillowcase made it hard to grab a pillow for a second, but you got a hold of one and positioned it so you could rest your forearms and your face on it, hoping it would do a good enough job of muffling you. Gwil’s pajama bottoms and briefs hit the floor with a small thud and you felt your heart rate speed up in anticipation.
You felt Gwil get settled behind you and shook your ass back towards him playfully. Hearing his laugh, next you felt a small sting as he spanked you lightly (not as hard as you both usually liked it, but that was a sacrifice made because of the sound).
Unable to see anything he was doing, you imagined that he was taking a bit of time to jerk himself until he was fully hard. You could feel his opposite hand splayed on your ass, pushing you slightly forward. Then you were totally surprised when you felt warm liquid falling onto your pussy, dripping down to your clit and probably the sheets too. The realization that it was Gwil’s spit made you moan and shift your hips backward, hoping to speed along the process.
Gwil smirked to himself, knowing what you wanted without you saying a thing. He was also happy to know that the pillow was doing a good job of muffling you. Positioning his cock, he swiped it down and up your folds once before slowly entering you, still relishing the feeling of fucking you raw, even months into trying to get pregnant.
Once he bottomed out, he paused long enough for you to shift yourself forward, trying to fuck yourself on his cock with a frustrated groan. Gwil let you get as far forward as you could, about halfway off his dick before he used his hands on your hips to drive yours back into his own. The feeling took your breath away, and you immediately wanted him to do it again.
Nodding frantically, you leaned forward again, and soon the two of you had developed a rhythm that had you whining into the pillow as the pleasure built and built. Gwil was having a hard time keeping quiet as well, one of his hands covering his mouth as he moaned deeply each time your bodies were flush.
As you kept going, you got faster and faster until it was like every breath was being pushed out of you by the thrusts. As far as you could tell, the bed was only creaking when Gwil adjusted how he was kneeling, which kind of sucked because each time he moved even a fraction of an inch, it sent a brand new bolt of pleasure through you.
Gwil shifted his weight and then felt you clench around him, swearing behind his hand at the feeling. Slowing just a little, he dropped his hand and tapped your hip, “How close are you? Numbers.”
You lifted your head to let him know, “7 out of 10, feels so good Gwil.”
“Fuck okay, I’m at an 8, need you to rub your clit for me, okay darling?” he asked and you nodded, shakily shifting one hand underneath your body and he restarted his pace from before.
After only a minute of rubbing tight circles on your clit, you got to the edge faster than you could tell Gwil, but he could tell from the way your pussy was fluttering around his cock and kept doing exactly what he was doing, knowing that was the best way to get you there.
Seconds later, you came, shuddering as your pleasure rippled through you and keening into the pillow even as the feeling took your breath away. Even through all of that, you kept in time with Gwil, wanting him to finish even more than you had wanted to yourself.
As your orgasm started to fade, you raised yourself on your arms and turned back to look at Gwil, saying softly but wantonly, “C’mon Gwil, come for me. Fill me up with your cum, I want it.”
Gwil’s eyes went wide as he came, moans mostly muffled by the hand that was back over his mouth, but you loved watching him come undone and hearing whatever slipped through the cracks. As his orgasm subsided, he pulled out slowly, both of you exhaling deeply as he did.
“Hand me a pillow,” he said quietly, and when you did, he helped you turn onto your back, placing the pillow under your butt to keep your hips lifted.
Then he joined you laying down on the bed, an arm slung across your waist as his head rested next to yours. You turned to face him and kissed him, keeping it soft again.
“Do you think it worked?” you mumbled, sleepily excited.
“I think we should give it a little more than 30 seconds to decide whether or not it did,” Gwil pointed out and you fondly rolled your eyes.
“Always so rational,” you teased before bringing your lips to his again.
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tagging for the length: @riseetothesun @drowseoftaylor @caborhapch @queenlover05 @johndeaconshands @stardust-galaxies @theblossomknows @buckyluvrs @im-an-adult-ish @sleep-i-ness (unable to tag italics)
okay i know Ben was doing a Good thing by letting the BLM UK insta use his account but also djskfhjffkfjf the most active his accounts ever been was while he wasn't in charge of it i hate him
Ok perhaps unpopular opinion,,, but when my celeb crushes never post anything... this allows me to further romanticize them..... As there is no basis for me to build my fantasy of him around..... As i have no clue what he does every day... Becoz he is a cryptid THEREFORE,,, I can imagine him however i want u kno????
But yes ik what u'r saying it does annoy me that he's constantly MIA!! I'm ac surprised he let someone take over the account cause i feel like giving someone that power would give the boi mad anxiety??
Even so i'm so so glad he's using his platform. It seems like he stepped back for a while instead of giving in to the urge to blurt something out straight away just to cover his ass (as some non-black celebs have i feel?). He used that time to educate himself first and made an informed decision on what to do. Also, i think it might be good that he did this quite late in the game (even tho some ppl were bashing him for it) because that way it helps to keep up the momentum for the movement. If every single celebrity was posting things for 1 week after George Floyd passed then its more likely to die out and theres a risk of things getting lost amongst all the posts? By waiting a few weeks its kind of keeping the fire stoked!
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?”
