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illfoandillfie · 1 year

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pretty please can I have a (smutty) ~1969 roger x reader blurb where they’re both students and reader is trying to convince roger to actually study for some dentistry exams (since we know he didn’t really bother much with that LMAO)

could maybe go down the ‘roger would rather have sex so reader uses that to motivate him to study’ route? or just whatever comes to your mind really, I love everything you write ❤️

btw no worries if you’re not able to / don’t want to, my imagination has got me this far haha (or I’ll just read curtains for the 50th time 💀)

oh this was a fun prompt! hope you like it as much as curtains 😜

“Mesial. Front surface of a tooth. Distal is the back surface.” You mumbled to yourself, double checking your notes to make sure you were correct. A sudden knock interrupted your revision. The familiar beat against the door told you exactly who it would be (even his knocks had rhythm) but all the same you were a little surprised that Roger had come to your dorm room. “You should be studying.” you said once you’d let him in, though you softened the words with a quick kiss. “I was trying to, but then I thought some hands-on research would probably help it all make better sense.” As he spoke, Roger turned and wrapped his arms around your waste, pulling your hips to his and leaving you with no doubt what sort of research he meant. You didn’t want to encourage his behaviour, but it was hard to resist as he kissed you properly. It took a moment to clear your mind of his lips and everything they were capable of, but you somehow found the power to break the kiss, though you let him keep hold of your hips for now “We need to study, Rog.” “Pfft, I’m thinking of changing courses anyway.” “I know but you should still do some study for this exam in case you can’t get into a new course straight away. Failing would be really bad. You can stay here though and study with me. We can quiz each other!” Roger raised an eyebrow flirtatiously. “Not that,” you laughed, perfectly used to (and very grateful for) your boyfriend’s libido. “You know there’s this theory that sex can boost brain performance. Maybe if we fucked it’d help me focus on dentistry.” You rolled your eyes and Roger poked his tongue out as a comeback. “It wouldn’t just be for me though. You’d get a brain boost too.” Before you say anything about his attempts at seduction Roger continued, “Besides, I’ve tried studying. Nothing’s sticking. I think the only way I’m likely to remember any of it is if it’s written on a pair of tits.” You frowned, his disheartened tone and self-depreciating words a cause for concern, though you tried to keep your response lighthearted, “Surely that’ll just distract you in the exam with thoughts of tits.” When Roger didn’t perk up you decided to change tact, rubbing one palm along Roger’s shoulder and collarbone. “Hey, you’ve got this Rog. You know you’re actually really smart. It’s a bit annoying really.” “Not about dentistry I’m not. I look at my notes and it’s like trying to read fucking Chinese or something.” “That’s just you’re messy handwriting. But,” you hummed in thought for a moment, “I suppose I might be able to help.” Roger’s tightened his hold on your hips as you removed your hands but he didn’t complain as you drew your shirt over your head, revealing your braless chest to him. “R-really?” His hands slid along your sides but paused before his got very far. You shrugged and walked backwards towards your bed, “Worth a shot, isn’t it? His eyes darted from your face to your breasts and back again, though his gaze eventually settled on your chest as he nodded his agreement, “Can’t hurt.” You giggled and told him to grab a pen out of your pencil case and the notes you’d been looking through earlier. Roger was quick to collect the items and quicker to start scrawling notes along your breasts in thick black marker as you read them out to him. Each note was followed by his mouth on your skin – sometimes soft kisses between your breasts and up to the base of your throat, sometimes little nips over words you’d emphasised, and sometimes sucking your nipple into the warmth of his mouth.

At first you giggled but after enough notes and enough attention, you were breathing harder, nearly moaning at his attention. It was a little surprising just how horny you were getting, definitely much wetter than when he’d first arrived. Roger had always been a fan of your tits and you always enjoyed it when he’d touched them but usually you were very turned on before he got your top off. This instance just showed how capable he was of pleasuring you. You’d not had any intention of fucking him when you’d opened the door, but now you were contemplating all the other places he could be kissing, thinking about how hard he probably was, and your resolve to study was rapidly crumbling. “What next?” he asked softly, pressing another soft kiss to your sternum. You glanced at the notes, trying to make sense of them. “Love?” “Oh fuck it, get your pants off” you let the notes drop to the floor, needing your hands free to get the rest of your own clothes off. "What happened to studying?” Roger asked cheekily, already working on his fly. “You need a reward for doing so well.” “What if all you can think about during the exam is my mouth and cock?” “I’m willing to take that risk.” Roger laughed as he settled between your spread thighs, but his lips found yours as he finally sank into you, muffling your moan.

#my writing #my blurbs #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #please excuse any mistakes its after midnight #but i wanted to get another one up before i sleep #since idk if i'll have the chance to write/post much tomorrow #(omg just realised if its after midnight then its the 9th and its my birthday and im 30 what the fuck)#bday blurbs 2023

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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masterlist

in chronological order within their au

the birthday party series (matty x reader)

all i want for christmas - fluffy, pre-dating, part of christmas75 2023

the birthday party - fluffy

the birthday (after)party - fluffy, smutty

pregnancy scare [blurb] - fluffy

queen of hearts - fluffy, part of valentine's week 2024

bday girl [drabble fic] - fluffy, suggested smut, part of The Birthday Party Project

costumes - smutty (quite!), fluffy, part of promptober75 2023

it's only been a year - fluffy

all those dreams where you're my wife - fluffy

scary movies - fluffy, suggested smut, part of promptober75 2023

you would cook, i'd do the nappies - smutty, fluffy

hot chocolate - fluffy, one mention of smut, established family, part of promptober75 2023

halloween - fluffy, established family, part of promptober75 2023

instagram au

flatmate!matty x reader

lore blurb: condom-gate (smut, fluff)

falling for you - fluffy, a teensy bit angsty, pre-relationship and pre-flatmates part of promptober75 2023

i'll do anything that you wanna - fluffy, pre-relationship

and this is how it starts - smutty, fluffy, in-relationship (day 1 of being together!!)

bonfires - fluffy, mentions of smut, in-relationship, part of promptober75 2023

promises to keep - fluffy, in relationship, part of valentine's week 2024

bday boy [drabble fic] - fluffy, suggested smut, in-relationship, part of The Birthday Party Project

snowed in - fluffy, suggested smut, part of christmas75 2023

dad!matty x reader (continuation of flatmate!universe, but can be read separately)

i'd rather jump in your bones - smutty, fluffy, parents-to-be

when i found you, much younger than you are now [drabble fic] - fluffy, includes a flatmate!matty section, ten years of self-titled focus

autumn mornings - smutty, fluffy, part of promptober75 2023

birthday surprise - fluffy, part of matty35/the birthday party project 2024

d word [daddy] matty x reader

lore blurb: introduction of d word (smut, fluff, weed lol)

meet cute - fluffy, pre-relationship, part of promptober75 2023

birthday wish - fluffy, pre-relationship, part of matty35/the birthday party project 2024

keep dreaming - smutty, solo matty, pre-relationship

home for christmas - fluffy, pre-relationship, part of christmas75 2023

candlelight - smutty (extremely it's their first time fucking), established relationship, part of promptober75 2023

i've been dying to meet you [drabble fic] - fluffy, established relationship

stupid cupid - fluffy, mentions of smut, established relationship, part of valentine's week 2024

drunk in love - smutty, fluffy

gone four weeks [drabble fic] / part 2 / part 3 - angsty, non-canon

totally wrecked - smutty (like honestly filthy), established relationship

on the bed in my room - smutty (filthy. the filthiest thing on here, actually), slightly fluffy, established relationship

you're the only thing that's going on in my mind - smutty (so smutty), mean dom matty, established relationship, pregnant reader

in front of a mirror - fluffy, established relationship, established family, part of promptober75 2023

politician matty x reader

and america likes me - smutty (quite!), established relationship

office nerd matty x reader

the if you're too shy series - part 1 (fluffy), part 2 (fluffy), part 3 (smutty, fluffy)

birthday sleepover - smutty, fluffy, part of matty35/the birthday party project 2024

matty x reader

sneaking out - smutty, slightly angsty, fwb reunion, part of promptober75 2023

dad!ross x reader

happiness - fluffy

black cat - fluffy, part of promptober75 2023

secret admirer - fluffy, part of valentine's week 2024

ross x shy gf!reader

elope with me - fluffy, part of promptober75 2023

dearly beloved - fluffy, part of valentine's week 2024

ross x girlband gf!reader

sweet touches - fluffy, ever so slightly angsty, part of promptober75 2023

my whole life, waiting for you / part 2 - angsty, fluffy

lovers' quarrel - angsty, fluffy ending, part of valentine's week 2024

sweetheart!george x reader (end of high school au)

stress relief - fluffy, in-relationship, part of promptober75 2023

love potion - fluffy, suggested smut, part of valentine's week 2024

george x reader

dancing like she way out - smutty

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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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insta blurb with zion moreno?? (just bc u asked lol)

HARRY’S BDAY SHOWS INSTA BLURB !! i hope you like this <3

if you want exclusive blurbs and tropes SUBSCRIBE TO MY PATREON

ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated !

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yourinstagram ready for harry’s bday bash (day one) !!

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ynfan1 SO SLAYYYYY

alessandro_michele Belle ❤️

harryfan2 her outfit ate omg

sza 🤤

harrystyles I feel like you’re stealing the show

↳ paulithepsm she is

↳ harryfan3 I LOVE THEM

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ynupdates YN via twitter 🤍

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harryfan1 AWE

ynfan1 that’s my girl

harryfan2 she’s so sweet omfg and the fan is so lucky

ynfan2 MY BABY

harryfan3 she’s the best gf harry has ever had

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Palm Springs I. January 2023.

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harryfan1 ALMOST BDAY BOY

lizzobeeating ❤️

harryfan2 my babyyyy

yourinstagram hello love of my life

↳ harrystyles Hello love of mine x

↳ harryfan3 STOOOOP

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yourinstagram happy birthday to my best friend and love of my life, thank you for loving me as i am and letting me love you just as much. 29 has never looked so good 🥂💓

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ynfan1 AWEEEEEE

harryfan1 MY BABIES

jefezoff 🥹

harrystyles I love you, lover. Thank you for everything that you do to me

ynfan2 she’s so whipped

harryfan2 if they don’t get married i’ll stop believing in love

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ynupdates YN in Palm Springs today ! getting balloons for Harry 🥹

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ynfan1 AWEEEE

harryfan1 that is so cute

harryfan2 I LOVE THEM

ynfan1 MY BUB

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harryupdates “Thank you to my beautiful girlfriend for baking this cake for me, I know your baking skills are not the best so I appreciate for effort. I love you” - Harry before blowing his candles !

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harryfan1 MY HEARTTTTT

harryfan2 somebody sedate me

ynfan1 my favorite couple ever i swear

ynfan2 BABIES

YN’S INSTAGRAM STORIES

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harryupdates Harry and YN via Sarah’s instagram story

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harryfan1 AHHH

ynfan1 cuties

harryfan2 i want to kiss him too

ynfan2 MY LOVES

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Palm Springs II. February, 2023.

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harryfan1 HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE

pillowpersonpp ❤️

ynfan1 aweeee

yourinstagram i hope you enjoyed your 29th 🤍

harryfan2 normalize calling a 29 year old baby

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milawritesstuff · 1 year

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MilaWritesStuff M A S T E R L I S T

Footballers I write for: Pedri & Gavi

Requests are OPEN!

Posts marked with 🥵 contain smut.

** Will Update as I write More **

Last Updated 07/06/2023

(If you see any that I forgot please message me lol)

You can also find them all on my WattPad!!

🍌 Pedri: 🍌

Series:

Does He Know 1 - 13 Chapter

Sad Goodbye

Enemies to Lovers Part 1

Enemies to Lovers Part 2

Pedri x Taylor Universe (Fic based on T Swift Songs) 1-4

Babe (Pedri’s Version)

I Almost Do (Pedri’s Version)

Girl At Home (Pedri’s Version)

Back To December (Pedri’s Version)

Blurbs:

Pedri Fluff

Soft & Passionate 🥵

Learning languages

Jealous Pedri 🥵

Pedri Angst

First Time 🥵

First Time Part 2 🥵

Jealous Pedri

Walking in 🥵

Jealous Pedri Daddy 🥵

Pillow Princess 🥵

Pedri Bday 🥵

Jealous GF 🥵

Adorable Scar

Super Copa Celebration

Pedri Undertable 🥵

Couple’s Quiz

F1 Female Driver

Barça Female Player

Take Care of You

First Time Squirting 🥵

First Love Reunited

Streamer Girlfriend

Reassuring BF

In your Car 🥵

Colorful Friendship

Long Distance

Book 🥵

Stuck in a closet 🥵

Insecurities 🥵

Pedri Fluff - Injured

Walking In On You 🥵

Nice to Meet You - Fluff

Business Trip 🥵

Pedri’s Back 🥵

Pedri’s BFF

Sant Jordi

Hallpass 🥵

Post Rayo Match - Fluff

Goodbye Mini 🥵

Warriors Game - Fluff

Pedri’s fingers 🥵

BeReal 🥵

Bandido - Angst

Campeón de Liga 🥵

Unexperienced Pedri 🥵

Acrostico - Angst

Pedri x Gavi x Y/N 🥵

Pedri x friend - Mienteme by Maria Becerra

2nd part to Hallpass - Quedate by Jencarlos 🥵

😡 Gavi: 😇

Series:

Gavi Forgotten Bday Part 1

Gavi Forgotten Bday Part 2 🥵

Blurb:

Aftermatch 🥵

Gavi Fluff

Rough Dom Smut 🥵

Jealous Gavi 🥵

Female footballer 🥵

Pedri's Sister

Teen Parents

First Time 🥵

Gavi's Family

Heavy Match 🥵

Crush

Touching Herself 🥵

Model GF

Jealous Fluff

Jealous ft. Joao Felix

Enemies to Lovers 🥵

Straight to it 🥵

Rain Angst 🥵

In Love With An Author

National Team Stress - Fluff

Gavi First Time - English 🥵

Gavi First Time - Spanish 🥵

#pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri blurb #pedri fluff #pedri x you #pedri x y/n #pedri smut #gavi fluff #gavi x reader #gavi x you #gavi fanfic #Pedri fanfic #gavi smut #Gavi requests #Pedri request #masterlist #MilaWritesStuffMasterList #MWS

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outpost51 · 10 months

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The 51 Post

so. bad week, if the prolonged absence wasn’t enough of a clue. but! i did write a... moderate amount. listen, i've been coping with sims.

Contents:

Things You Might Have Missed

This Week's Jams

WIP Breakdowns

From the Skwad

Around the 'Blr

Things You Might Have Missed

get on my taglists for WIP updates, 51 post, tag games, and ask events!

BRHP: Chapter 17 posted; K A DM O S.

Unlikely Adventures, Ch 2 posted; it’s literally in the blurb but it hurt me to write too

BRHP: Chapter 16 posted; baby's first fight pit, and a family secret is revealed.

Murky Water: the 7th entry into the Lighthouse in the Fog shorts; our new Keeper finds her answers.

This Week's Jams

aliens (porcelain remix) || xylø, porcelain [spotify/youtube]

avoidant attachment || libby larkin [spotify/youtube]

fire fire || flyleaf [spotify/youtube]

no care || daughter [spotify/youtube]

let the flames begin || paramore [spotify/youtube]

devil’s teeth || muddy magnolias [spotify/youtube]

WIP Breakdowns

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

hngggg i am. behind. it’s all outlined but my god i was too tired to write much

Unlikely Adventures of Bitchface and Go F*ck Yourself

[affectionately strangles zadimus]

Blinding Neon, Shades of Grey

[vibrates] hhhhhh i love the orville scene, i forgot how much i love the orville scene, yes i will post the orville scene this week if yall bully me (pls)

Stellar Parallax

elmorise.gif

Lighthouse in the Fog

8th short will be coming out some time tonight or tomorrow, it’s been an uphill battle to write today, anyway things have Developed in a Direction i was not Expecting

In the Works

i have noodled some of those random shuffle prompts. some of you are getting whacked with the emotions stick

From the Skwad

SSSC 006 wrapped up! see the entries here.

@thetrashbagswasteland posted a little too good to be true, a follow up to a little too much like me as their submission for MEBB 2023 and it is rife with snark

speaking of MEBB, @sparatus also published his triumphant return to His Original Bullshit: serpents in the garden and i am living. he also wrote skewed results for FFF208 bc we all need more teia

@uraniumwriting also wrote a submission for FFF208 in which caspian is forced to be a reporter for a day

we have FIVE updates from @teamdilf this week: a sweet piece in which adrien is offered some kittens, ch 20 of in-laws and the grandparents, this drabble that actually ripped my soul out through my eyes, ch 16 of man of many talents, and the first chapter of father, daughter, rocket launchers, and a side of wrex

@bambino1294 dropped the second chapter of upright tower and it was well worth the wait

@equusgirl has given us two more treats for sapphic summer: heaven or hell and if the bird likes it's cage so very much, why is the cage so tightly shut

@commander-krios wrote this squee-worthy despina/theron piece and also this stolen moment between jeff and john

@writernopal wrote a character study with mariel and sartor that i’m still thinking about actually, it’s wild to see how much the characters have developed between the first and third books

@asher-orion-writes posted another installment of fairweather YAY hhhhhh i fucked up and peeked at the last few lines before i read it and now i’m trying to wrap up so i can go eat it

Around the ‘Blr

@tabswrites blessed us with both the second chapter of ascension and chapter 4 of silver sentinels!!!

@vacantgodling’s art comms are open which i will be taking a look at given it does not fall through the holes in my swiss cheese brain, he dropped toph art that i’m OBSESSED with AND a lukewarm rejection sneep bc toph’s bday was the 7th. tell him happy birthday 4 me

bit over a week but i missed it last week — @autumnalwalker announced that the archivist’s journal is COMPLETE, so if you were ever looking for a reason to binge it, now’s the time (the anniversary is july 16th!). find it here @thearchivistsjournal

@captain-kraken dropped a sonhara lore masterpost oh my GOD

screaming crying frothing at the mouth over @liv-is’s fae headshots WOW

@void-botanist gave us the LORE on the revalo tailory & hotel and i will chew off my arm if tumblr doesn’t start giving me gd notifs about this

@artdecosupernova-writing dropped SO MANY shorts this week, so here’s the tag, go nuts; also a post on the planet holeph that i am eating with a spoon

we now have such amazing faces to put with the cast of @elshells’s agent ace (courtesy of @illjustpretend)

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Outpost Updates Taglist: @tabswrites @writernopal @freedominique @asher-orion-writes @liv-is @starknstarwars @captain-kraken

Ask to +/- in the tags, replies, DMs, or HERE!

#my fic #outpost updates #if i missed you throw something in my inbox or tag me!!

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thepixelelf · 5 months

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everyone should reblog oby so that the random ww blurb I wrote for daisy's (ily) bday isn't my top post of 2023

#I just don't think a short blurb deserves the top spot :')#like yeah it wasn't totally effortless but you know what I've been working hard on since before I even put up the mlist? oby #stickynotes.tpe

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pseudonymphomania · 3 months

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Legend (Date: PROJECT TAG OVERVIEW, Individuals - Blurb)

PSEUDONYMPHOMANIA FANART

SFW

Fluff, silliness, comics, punchlines, chibi

Obey Me

2023-2024: DIALUCI SFW, Statues in the Rain, Happy New Year 2024, Il va pleuvoir, My Moonflower - All the yummy DiaLuci you could eat. Will include DiaLucis that are a part of other projects.

2023-2024: OBEY ME MALE MC

2024 Jan 13: Genderbent Bday Thirteen

2023 Dec 12-16: Holiday Chibis

2023 Oct 04: Heart Full of Love, Mouth Full of Demonus - feat. The Fantastic Three

[under construction]

NSFW

From a little bit suggestive to absolutely spicy

Obey Me

2023-2024: DIALUCI NSFW, The Relativistic Principle of Causality, Reverse Bunny DiaLuci, Eyes of Devotion, Kinkmas 2023, Angel of the Morning - All the Spicy DiaLuci you could eat. Will include DiaLucis that are part of other projects.

2024 Feb 1-14: VALENTINE'S REVERSE BUNNIES, Barbatos, Beel, Asmo, Levi, Belphie, Satan, Diavolo, Simeon, Thirteen, Mammon, Mephisto, Lucifer, Raphael, Solomon, DiaLuci - Reverse bunny is an outfit that covers the opposite of a playboy suit. I was shit-posting but then I decided make a bunny a day until Valentines.

[under construction]

Nu: Carnival

Under Construction

Posted: 2024-Feb-01 | Last Updated: 2024-Mar-13 | Back to Home

#masterlist

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illfoandillfie · 1 year

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“I’d keep quiet unless you want to get caught” with Jack if you please 🤭. Happy Birthday my Brigid 💜

ahhh ty my Lauren 💙

Gotta admit I struggled with this one a bit and ended up rewriting it entirely but I think I'm happy with it now! Apparently I am only capable of writing properly late at night tho so please excuse any mistakes, ya girl is sleeby. This is also the first time I've written Jack so hopefully I got his voice right...

warnings: P in V sex, secret relationship, hotel sex, but also work sex i guess, hand over mouth to muffle sound, fingering, references to oral (f receiving), ummmm spy shenanigans, jack do be flirty and a bit dom

“And here I was thinkin' a mission in a hotel could double as a romantic getaway.” Jack sat down in the chair behind your desk. You didn’t mind, you were too nervous to sit, preferring to pace about in front of the desk, “You’ll have to be on your best behaviour.” A chuckle from Jack made you stop and look at him, “I’m serious Jack. Don’t you think it’s weird Agent Drambuie would be assigned to this case with us? I mean it sounded like a pretty simple intelligence mission, we’d be perfectly capable of doing it without a third.” When Jack still didn’t seem to be grasping what you were getting at you added, “What if they suspect we’re together?” “Oh come on, sugar, I don’t think they’d care that much.” “Jack you literally have letters, plural, warning you that fraternizing with other agents could land you in a permanent desk job.” He waved his hand dismissively, “That was just about me flirtin’ with new recruits. Nothing to do with datin'.” You weren’t convinced and Jack must have been able to tell because he stood up and moved around the desk to you. He grabbed your hands, his thumbs rubbing over your knuckles, "You don’t have to worry darlin’. I understand why we’re keepin' this secret.” His tone became more playful as he said, “You turned me down so many times it must be hard for you to admit you like me.” You rolled your eyes but unfortunately Jack was very good at disarming you. “And of course we don’t want management gettin' the wrong idea and takin' us out of fieldwork.” “Exactly! Which is why you need to behave. That means no first names, no innuendos about being in a hotel room with me. In fact, no flirting at all.” Jack looked aghast and dropped your hands, “C’mon darlin’ be serious. If I stopped flirtin’ with you Drambuie is gonna get mighty suspicious don’t you think? Especially with you in one of theose cute maid outfits and all. How could I possibly not comment?” “Housekeeping uniforms are nowhere near what you’re imagining. But I take your point. Flirting is allowed. But nothing that might get us caught. If we do decide to go public I want it to be on our terms.” “Of course sugar. I mean Agent.” You leant up to give him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth and then rubbed away the lipstick mark.

The next day you made your way to the hotel. Agents Drambuie and Whiskey were already there and had been for several hours, each booked into a separate room. Luckily the pair you were trying to spy on didn’t seem to suspect they’d been targeted. They’d used their real names and credit cards while booking their rooms, so you’d been handed files on both of them as you were handed the assignment and you knew exactly when they were due. Jack had headed to the hotel the previous night, just in case your targets were smarter than they seemed and would turn up early but he’d reported nothing. Drambuie had spent the morning in the café across the street, under cover as a business man powering through a presentation and staying fueled with coffee. He’d really been watching for the pair to turn up so he could follow them into the hotel and claim his own room. You were coming in last, dressed in a housekeeping uniform and entering via the staff entrance. Acting as if you belonged there you found one of the housekeeping carts and took it up to the right floor. Drambuie had confirmed the room number of the suspects and Jack had confirmed that, after leaving their bags upstairs, they’d headed down to the hotel’s restaurant. He was still their watching them. Which you knew because he was using the coms channel continuously. “I’m very excited to see this uniform of yours sweetheart,” he drawled through your earpiece. You let out an annoyed huff, silently swearing to get back at him just as soon as you could. “Although,” he continued when he realised you weren’t responding, “I think my cover would be much better if you were in here with me. A man drinkin' on his own is much more noticeable than one buying for a pretty girl.” “Keep dreaming, Agent,” you said into your mic, emphasising the title, “I wouldn’t accept a drink from you anyway.” You heard Drambuie chuckle and prayed Jack had the sense not to take the flirting too far while you were being listened to. “Careful sweetheart, keep turnin’ me down like this and I’ll have to send a drink to the woman at the bar instead.” You scowled at the thought but said, “You do that. Just be quiet about it so I can focus on my job.” Jack did quiet down after that, for the most part anyway, which you were pleased about. You were close to the room and didn’t want any distractions while you bugged the place.

It only took a few minutes. You let yourself in, stuck the tech in corners and under benches and behind the TV. You even put one in the toilet cistern. And then you were gone, collecting your trolly of cleaning products and wheeling it off to the floor above. Drambuie let you into his room and you wheeled the trolly in to hide it so you’d have easy access when it came time to collect the bugs and leave. “How’d it go?” he asked, helping you manoeuvre the trolly. “Good, they’re all hidden and on.” “Excellent.” Drambuie pulled out his laptop and began running a diagnostics but before he’d finished there was a knock at the door. You were still in uniform and couldn’t be seen in case it was actual hotel staff, so Drambuie opened the door, but it was only Jack. “They’re still downstairs, probably will be for a while, but I couldn’t resist this party.” Catching sight of you he let out a whistle, “sweetheart you look good dressed like that.” “Stop calling me sweetheart.” His only response was a wink and you sighed, settling in for a long wait. Fortunately, Jack’s behaviour wasn’t just getting to you. After he’d made sure the tech was running smoothly and after you’d had to come up with retorts to three more of Jack’s comments, Drambuie stood up and moved towards the door. “As fun as listening to you two bicker is, I think it’s my turn to hit the bar. Anyone want to come with?” “Thanks but I’ve got to change and all. Feel like I need a shower after this moron’s,” you jabbed your thumb at Jack, “attention,” “Well if she’s gonna be busy I guess I should stay and keep an eye on the screen in case anythin' happens. Let me know if the blonde is still sitting on her own down there.” Drambuie laughed as he left and Jack followed him to the door, peering out of the peephole. “About fuckin' time,” he half muttered, striding back across the room. “What?” was all you managed to get out before he tugged you into him, his lips insistent against yours.

“Woah, hey, what are you doing?” you asked as soon as he’d loosened his grip, a little breathless from the kiss. “Despite what you said, you do look very sexy in that uniform. Been takin' all my willpower not to pull you onto my lap.” You glanced down at the shapeless, starchy dress and then shook your head, before Jack could distract you any further, “What about Drambuie? What if he’s in the next room spying on us?” “Sugar, you’re soundin’ a little paranoid there. I watched him go to the elevator.” “But what if-” you gasped as you felt Jack’s fingers stroking along the front of your underpants. You’d not even realised his hand was under your dress and then suddenly he was teasing you through your panties, pulling a small whine from your throat as he rubbed at your clit. “But isn’t it,” he kissed your throat just under your jaw, “kinda hot,” another kiss, “to do this in secret,” another kiss, “on a mission.” He marked the end of the sentence by nipping at your pulse point. It was impossible to disagree. His fingers felt too good on your pussy and his lips too good on your throat. His voice was gruff with desire and every breath you took made your head swim with his scent. It was intoxicating, especially after all the work he’d put into flirting, even trying to make you jealous. “God Jack, fuck me,” He chuckled, “Anyway you want darlin’. But I’d keep quiet, just in case. Unless you want to be caught?” You shakily managed to say you didn’t, trying to reach for Jack’s belt though he stopped you. “Well can you keep quiet then?” “Yeah.” Your agreement was undermined by the way you whimpered as Jack pushed the fabric of your panties aside and stroked your wet slit. “Sugar, I’m not sure you can manage it. Maybe I should be on top to keep you in line.” You nodded again, letting him manoeuvre you to the bed. He quickly removed your underwear, smiling as he pushed your legs open and caught his first glimpse of your cunt. “Stay there,” he ordered as he undid his belt and got his cock out. You squirmed as you watched him push his pants down just far enough, revealing first the dark curls around the base and then the full length of it. But your eagerness was nothing to Jack’s. The uniform he’d so professed to love became an inconvenience as the skirt slipped and blocked his view, and Jack growled as he pushed the material up again.

With one hand, Jack reached forward and covered your mouth, an act that was hot on it’s own but especially so with his other hand touching your pussy. He slid his fingers along your slit, spreading your wetness around. Circling your clit and then sliding down to play with your entrance, slipping inside a little but never far enough. And then he’d draw them away, following the line of your body down further, towards your asshole, stopping well before he reached it and slipping back the other way to torment you further. You whined with each teasing stroke, his palm keeping you muffled. “Shame I can’t eat you out and keep you quiet at the same time. You’ll have to help me out darlin’.” You expected him to uncover your mouth, maybe replace his hand with your panties or something similar. Instead, his palm stayed firm over your lips. It was your hand that moved as he pulled it down to your cunt, directing you to touch yourself. At first he guided you but soon enough he’d let go to relieve his own need a little, stroking himself slowly as he watched on. You traced a similar path to the one jack had made but quickly decided you needed more. Spreading yourself open with one hand, you began to finger yourself with the other, eyes glued on Jack to catch his reaction. He was as affected as you’d hoped, fighting to control his own self-pleasuring touch, his other hand tightening against your face. It soon grew to be more than he could stand and he yanked your wet fingers up to his lips, indulging himself with your taste. “Fuck, sugar. I should gag you and have a proper feast.” He smirked at your groan, “But maybe I’ll save that for when we get home and I can tie you to my bed. Really take my time. For now I’ll let you have my cock.” You whimpered the word please into his palm, unsure which scenario you were begging for, just desperate for something. But Jack took it as enthusiasm for his dick, notching himself at your hole and sinking into you as he pressed his lips to your chest. You raised your hips and spread your legs as wide as was comfortable, trying to accommodate his length as he slowly worked into you. And you kept up a slew of whines and moans and other delicious sounds that Jack reluctantly kept muffled, trying to urge him to move, to go faster.

Jack however was very conscious of just how loud you both could be. Not just your vocalisations or his, but also the sounds of skin slapping against skin as he fucked you, any creaks the bed might make, even just heavy breathing. As much as he didn’t believe Drambuie was there to spy on you, he still didn’t want you to get caught. So he held back, ignoring your attempts to beg for more without actually being able to beg. Instead of pulling almost all the way out of your cunt and driving forward hard like he wanted to do, he used more sedate thrusts but kept his cock buried deep within you, continuously rubbing against one or two very nice spots. Your attempts to make him switch his pace came to an abrupt stop and you threw your head back, arching up into his chest as you felt the full pleasure of his repetitive grinding. “That’s my girl,” he groaned, realising he’d found the perfect angle, “gonna make you feel so good darlin’.” He made sure he didn’t lose the momentum too much, even if his hips jolted out of time because you’d tightened around his cock. Not even when he told you to rub your clit for him and had accidentally moaned himself when your fingers brushed against his base. Thankfully he’d been able to smother his moan with your lips, uncovering your mouth long enough to give you an equally deep kiss until he needed to pull away for air. He’d recovered your mouth with his hand though, feeling you clenching around him more frequently and wanting to see you cum as well as feel it. You gasped and panted as your orgasm neared, finishing with a stifled cry of Jack’s name. He followed you over the edge quickly, burying his face in the crook of your neck to try and suppress his own sounds of pleasure as he spilled himself between your legs.

For a moment you both forgot where you were. You wrapped your arms around Jack as he kissed you again, trying to dull the ache as he pulled his cock from you. But even after that you were both reluctant to stop. His hand found your breast and you somehow managed to get his thigh between your legs as you rolled over, rocking your hips against it. You might even have kept going, humping him into a second found, but the sound of a door shutting heavily across the hall broke through the sense of solitude and you realised what position you were in. “See,” he said, his cockiness dulled a little by how fucked out he looked, “I said it’d be fun.” “Mmhmm, it was,” you agreed, happy to concede that point to him, “But you should clean up and then meet Drambuie downstairs. Double check he’s still there. I’ll stay and watch the computer.” Jack sighed, “Alright sugar. Sorry, Agent. If it’ll make you less paranoid, I’ll check.” “Thank you, baby.” You smiled, stealing a final kiss before you kicked Jack out of the bed, “If it turns out he’s not spying on us I’ll let you shower with me before we leave.”

#my writing #my blurbs #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels smut #jack daniels imagine #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal imagine #bday blurbs 2023 #i really hope this is good lauren lmao

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illfoandillfie · 1 year

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Thanks for the request! I think I’ve figured out why tumblr isn’t letting me post these things as actual replies to the asks. Apparently, from what I’ve been able to find out, ask responses have a character limit of a little over 4000. But I’m using a lot fuckin more than that to write a 1000 word blurb, so it keeps giving me error messages. I’m making this post in the legacy editor because I think it works better but you have to use the new editor when replying to asks and its a whole fuckin thing. It’s 1am rn but in the morning I might investigate xkit or something to see if theres an easier fix. If anyone knows anything please tell me lmao.

ANYWAY back to the smut. I had totally forgotten about the original blurb so if you need a refresher you can find it here. This one picks up right after the spanking is finished.

Warnings: references to spanking and public humiliation, degradation (whore/slut), semi-public sex, bathroom sex, fingering, p in v sex, references to oral sex (f receiving) and recording. i think thats it but its 1am so let me know if i missed something big

When you left the studio it was with teary eyes and a stinging bum. You kept your head down as you headed for the door, not wanting to meet anyone’s eye. Flirting with Roger had been fun, teasing him with your short skirt had been fun, and wearing no knickers just in case he wanted something to happen had definitely been fun. But you realised now you hadn’t quite known what you were getting yourself into. Had the spanking happened under different circumstances you were sure you’d have been nothing but pleased. But Roger had chosen to bend you over his knee in front of a room full of men – his bandmates and audio technicians who worked at the studio. It had been humiliating knowing they were silently watching it happen, listening to each crack of Roger’s palm against your arse. And, the worst part was how horny it had left you. You’d been aroused before the spanking but now you were wet. Pulling the door closed, you took a moment to lean against it, hoping to get your breathing under control and calm down. “Rog, what the fuck?” Someone’s muffled voice asked, though it was difficult to know exactly who. “I can’t believe you just did that to her.” “What? She’s been throwing herself at me all day.” That last one had been Roger and he seemed completely indifferent to your humiliation. You couldn't bear to hear anything else and absolutely didn’t want to be around the next time one of them came looking for assistance. So you fled to the ladies room.

It was quiet in the bathroom. You washed your face and used the mirror to examine the red patches Roger had left on your arse cheeks. Try as you might, you couldn’t help thinking about the incident. In the moment you’d barely thought of the audience you had, only noticing once the hits had stopped and you’d stood up and seen them all frozen in place. And even then it had taken you a few seconds to realise what it meant. In the immediate aftermath your mind had been completely occupied with thoughts of fucking Roger, of how insanely horny you were. You shook your head, cringing away from your reflection as you replayed the whole thing in your mind again. Needing to sit down to try and process the whole thing, you shut yourself in one of the stalls and sat on the closed toilet lid, pressing your palms to your eyes like you could delete the afternoon from your memory. Suddenly the door to the bathroom squeaked. Maybe you could sneak out of the building and just go home, call in sick for a few days. “Y/N?” a familiar voice called. You breathed in sharply and then cursed yourself when you watched the person’s feet move across the bathroom and stop outside your stall. “Are you okay?” Roger asked. Since he knew you were there, you decided it’d be best to face him straight away rather than waiting him out. With a deep breath for courage you opened the door and walked to the sink, refusing to look at him. “Well Roger, you just spanked me in front of a bunch of people, some of whom I will have to work with after your band leaves. So no, not really.” Roger had the decency to look a bit sheepish but you were too busy trying to explain how horrible it had been to let him get a word in. “You humiliated me. I had no idea that was what you intended and I wasn’t expecting it to happen in the studio and then after the punishment you didn’t even try to touch me let alone get me off.” Roger’s rapidly appearing smirk made you stop and realise what you’d just said. “No, oh my god, no that’s not what I meant to say.” “I knew you enjoyed the spanking.” “Shut up, no. That’s not-” “Well love,” Roger said still smirking, “I didn’t cum either and I would have followed you sooner if I’d been able to stand up, but it took me a few minutes to calm the old fella down. Even just thinking about all your adorable little whimpers and squeals now has got me stiff as a rock. So I think theres a way to solve both our problems.” You hesitated, once again taken off guard by Roger, and unsure what to do. He deserved to be turned down, at least until he’d apologised properly. And yet, you were tempted to agree with his idea. Sensing your indecision, Roger said, “No audience this time, no punishment. If anything, this is a reward for taking a spanking so well. You deserve to cum. You deserve my cock.” It was infuriating how cocky he was and yet you began talking yourself into it, excited to have the chance to actually fuck him. Roger was hot and the spanking had been hot and if he was half as good as he obviously thought he was then you wanted to experience it. “Okay.” “Good girl,” he half growled, turning you around and pressing on your back to make you bend over, “would have been a waste not to fuck you after you went to all the trouble of not wearing panties. Now let’s have a look at you.” You whimpered as he pushed your skirt up, examining the results of your punishment. He let out a hum as he ran his hands softly over the skin, “Faded a little but it looks very good on you. If my cock wasn’t about to break through my jeans I’d give you a few more just to see how you handle it.” But, no matter how mean he sounded, Roger’s touch was nothing but nice. He delicately traced around the hardest hit parts, which still smarted, and then trailed his hands down to your pussy lips. You panted, the arousal you’d felt from being bent over his knee immediately rekindled. “You really are a whore,” he growled, fingers becoming more insistent as they worked into your hole, “Can feel how much you’re enjoying this already.” You just nodded at him through the mirror, trying to retain some dignity by not outright begging for more. Roger’s attention was mostly focused on watching his fingers disappearing into your cunt, monitoring how easily you were accepting new ones, how frequently you clenched with the need for more. “Think you’re ready for my cock now.” He suddenly announced, unbuckling his belt. “I am, Roger,” you whined as you lost his touch, pushing yourself back to try and hurry him. Roger just laughed at your eagerness as he pushed his pants down and took his cock in hand. “No condoms, sorry. But I’ll pull out and cum on your arse, promise.” “Okay,” you nodded, sure his naked cock would feel so much better than a condom. He notched his tip at your entrance, “Just tell me when you’re close to I can be ready, okay?” “Okay, okay, just put it in already.” You caught his smirk in the mirror again but quickly lost it as he sheathed himself in your heat, pushing deeper than you’d expected on the first thrust. Your arms shook and you lowered yourself to rest on your forarms, moaning as he worked himself into you.

Roger’s pace quickened immediately, each thrust coming quicker than the one before. His hands gripped you tight, one alternating between toying with your sore arse and your clit, the other pressing down on your back to keep you angled the way he wanted. You didn’t try to fight him either. The angle was working just as well for you, making you gasp and moan as he rubbed against some truly delicious spots. And whenever he decided he’d been quiet for too long, Roger was sure to come out with something new to say, calling you degrading names and talking about how good you felt for him. Before long the combination of your humiliating arousal from being spanked, his grade A dirty talk, and the physical sensations of being fucked so well, had your body tightening on the verge of orgasm. “C-Close,” you managed to gasp, the familiar sensation of nearing release sitting in the pit of your stomach. And then suddenly Roger stopped. You whined desperately and tried your best to fuck yourself backwards onto his cock but he wouldn’t let you move, pinning you to the benchtop instead. “Please, you promised.” “Oh don’t worry, I’ll let you cum. Twice even, since you obviously love my cock so much. I just have one request.” Letting your head drop to your arms you asked him what he meant. “Stay late with me tonight.” “What? Late? Why?” “I might have incidentally got your spanking on tape earlier and I’d like to have a matching recording of your pathetic, desperate moans.” “Roger!” you felt flustered again and couldn’t quiet meet his grinning reflections eye. “I swear I didn’t mean to. I didn’t realise they’d started recording. But listening to you be a filthy slut while I eat you out or full your needy cunt would be much easier to get off to.” You hid your head in your arms again but Roger forced you to look up. “No one else heard the first recording and no one else would hear this one. Just me. So I can think of you while I wank.” You tried to squirm again but he grabbed your hips to still you and you broke, “Okay, anything you want Roger, please just let me cum.” “That’s my good cock whore.” he cooed, pulling out and ramming back into you as his fingers found your clit once more, “two orgasms now, like I said.” You just nodded as your denied orgasm picked up again, rapidly building to a strong climax. But even after you came Roger didn’t stop, relentlessly rubbing your clit and pounding into your cunt, rushing you into a second orgasm.” You were nearly sobbing as Roger pulled out entirely and stroked himself off onto your arse. And you were still leaning against the bench, dazed and satisfied, as he did his pants back up and moved to the bathroom door. “I’ll see you tonight.”

#my writing #my blurbs #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor smut #(just gonna keep posting them separate from the asks if i can't fix the problem)#(any requests i fill that were sent in by a non-anon person i will also post the ask with a link to the blurb #but if it was on anon i'll probs just delete it tbh #just so things don't get cluttered and confusing)#bday blurbs 2023

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illfoandillfie · 1 year

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For the Bday Blurbs: Would you please write a smutty/fluffy sequel to your Advent 2020 blurb “Baby Daddy Roger”? Like maybe it’s Roger and Reader’s first night alone after their baby is born and include the prompts #61.Daddy kink and #73. Makeup sex from the prompt list tag because they've been little short with each other because they’re exhausted from taking care of a newborn and they miss their old dynamic that they fell a little out of after the birth. Thank you! Have a lovely birthday! 😊

okay this didn't turn out at all smutty oops. defs more fluffy and perhaps a bit angsty. but i hope you like it anyway!

You knew things would have to change once the baby was born. Your routines had to accommodate a whole new, tiny, person after all. Most things were expected. Feedings, bathings, remembering to pick up nappies when you picked up milk and bread. You’d been prepared for all of it. Friends who’d given birth had warned you about how your intimate areas would be affected and had given you tips about saline solutions for milk blisters and frozen condoms for post-birthing pain. Books you’d read had offered advice for getting your newborn to latch on properly while you breastfed and what position he should be sleeping in. And Roger was an invaluable partner. His experience with having kids made you feel less anxious about getting things wrong, and you knew you could always count on him. But there was one thing that no one had thought to mention. Not your friends, not your books, not even Roger.

Your usual dynamic was not so easy to maintain once your son was born. At first you didn’t really notice. Sex was the furthest thing from your mind as you worked out how to be a mother. Your body still hurt from the process of being pregnant and then going through labour. You were constantly exhausted, unable to shower as frequently as you had before giving birth, and your mood fluctuated constantly. Even after you stopped feeling so sore and started feeling a little horny, you and Roger were usually much too tired to actually do anything. But your dynamic had never just been about the sex. The biggest part for you was the comfort of being taken care of, especially while you’d been pregnant. But now both of you had a baby to focus all that affection and care onto.

The weeks passed and it began to become clearer that your dynamic wasn’t quite what it used to be, but the differences were hard to pinpoint. Your son was getting better about sleeping, which meant you weren’t always as worn out anymore. Feeding was easier, and you’d got the bath time routine down to an art. And Roger was still loving and sweet, just not in quite the way you wanted. It made you feel bad sometimes, worried you were being too selfish. You were thrilled Roger was so hands-on and such a good dad. But you needed more than a few quick kisses and his fingers brushing your hair back when you fell asleep on the couch. You missed the stern way he’d talk to you when you didn’t prioritise your own wellbeing, the way he made you feel so safe and relaxed because you knew he was looking after you. He was still getting what he needed, the sense of control and the opportunity to be a caregiver for someone else. But you were also playing that roll and rarely had a chance to let it drop. And as it all became clearer to you, Roger too began to put together that something was amiss.

A few months after you’d given birth he decided to surprise you. He’d been watching closely, paying attention to indications of your stress and discontent. At first he’d put it down to postpartum depression or at least stresses of new motherhood. He’d tried to help you as much as he could by taking the baby off your hands so you could rest and just generally being supportive, but that didn’t really seem to help as much as he expected it to. Your mood was still off, you would snap at him more frequently, and he could see the tension in your shoulders. It took a lot of consideration, thinking back to what you’d been like before the birth, as well as a couple of conversations with trusted friends, before he put the pieces together and realised he’d been neglecting you. So he organised something special to make it up to you. “I’ve got a surprise for you. Tonight.” “A surprise?” you asked, confused at what had brought it on and what he could possibly have planned. “Your mum is going to stay the night.” You frowned in confusion, “Okay? Why?” “She’s going to look after bub so we can have a night to ourselves. I booked us a hotel.” When you kept staring at him Roger continued, “I thought it might be nice to just have some time for the two of us. I think we need it.” The rational part of your mind recognised the gesture for what it was – a display of love, a way to show he wasn’t just thinking of the baby. But you were tired, and annoyed, and you’d have preferred to be consulted before Roger called in your mother. “Are you kidding? Have you seen the state of this place? Now I have to add a bunch of cleaning into my day to make the house presentable.” “Your mum isn’t going to care about that.” You ignored what you knew to be a valid point, “And I’m not even sure I’m ready to be away from my son for that long yet. He’s still breastfeeding Rog. I can pump and leave some bottles but what if he won’t drink from them?” Before Roger could interrupt you continued, “And a hotel? Really? Pretty fucking presumptive don’t you think.” As if he’d sensed your mood, the baby started wailing from his cot. “Y/N, c’mon. You need this.” “What do I need, Roger? Your cock?” “That’s not what I-” “I can’t do this right now,” you sighed, hurrying to check on the baby. The front door crashed while you were rocking him and you assumed Roger had left.

If you’d thought that was the end of it, you were wrong. Roger returned a few hours later having cooled off, and headed straight up to your bedroom. You hated that you’d argued when you knew he was just trying to do something nice for you and so followed, hoping to smooth things over. But when you reached him he had two overnight backs out and was packing clothes into them. A wave of panic made your breath catch and you steadied yourself with a hand on the doorframe, worried he was leaving you. Until you noticed that half the clothes he was packing were yours. “What are you doing?” You hoped you sounded more curious than accusatory, wanting to avoid another fight. “I told you before, we’re going to a hotel tonight.” “Roger I-” “No, listen Y/N. This isn’t about sex. I can’t be the only one to notice how tense it’s been lately. I’ve been wracking my brains trying to work out why and I think I figured it out. I’ve been so focused on being a good dada to him that I haven’t been a very good Daddy to you. I mean I’ve been trying to help...” “It’s okay Rog, we have a pretty good reason our attention’s not been on it and you have been so helpful.” “Let me finish Y/N. I know having a baby isn’t easy, I know how much you’re dealing with, and I think you could use a night away from all the pressure. I want to look after you properly. So I thought it would be easiest to get out of the house. We can order room service and cuddle up in front of the telly. If you want anything physical, you know I’m happy to provide that. And if not, we can just talk, maybe try and figure out how this thing works now that we have a kid. Okay?” You felt yourself welling up before Roger had even got to the end of his speech and all you could do was nod in agreement, relieved more than anything else. “Good girl. Now go and get our toothbrushes for me and anything else you want to bring. Your mum’ll be here soon.” When he gave the direction, his voice had taken on the once-familiar commanding tone you’d not heard for so long. It felt so nice to let him take the lead again, to give up some control to him, and you couldn’t help but smile as you ran to obey his order. Roger was right, you did need a night off and some time to discuss how to make all the complicated pieces of your relationship fit together properly. Plus the idea of being able to have a long hot bath, and a really good dinner was beyond exciting.

Roger was smiling too when you brought him the toothbrushes, his soft gaze meeting yours as he took them from you and tucked them into his bag. “Anything else?” you asked, keen for another taste of submission. “Just one thing.” You giggled as he tugged you close, fitting his lips to yours in a deep kiss. The kind you’d not had for far too long. You were interrupted by your mother arriving, the evening punctuated by first the buzz of the doorbell and then by the startled cry of your son. “I’ll get bub,” Roger said tracing his thumb over the corner of your mouth, “You go let your mum in before she rings that bloody bell again.” You nodded and rushed to the door thinking that, if he kept kissing you like that, you might need something other than talk.

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Okay this ended up so much longer than i planned oops skfksdjsd i think tumblr is having problems with the size so it wouldn’t let me post as a response to the ask so hopefully this works.

anyway, its set in the Taking Control universe because that is where dom!Ben lives. So there are a few references to Gwil but he’s like not involved in the smut, just benny boy. hope you like it!

warnings: sir kink, mild public play, semi-public sex, oral sex (m receiving), one lil cheek slap, a lot of dirty talk including degradation (specifically Whore), explicit photography, implied threesome, a bit of cumplay, uhhhhh i think thats it

It was easy to forget how dominant Ben could be on his own. When he was with Gwil, Ben would become either competitive or determined to keep up. Their versions of dominance would play off each other and it could almost seem like they were trying to outdo each other with what they came up with to do to you. So, when he was on his own it was easy to fall for his cute face and sweet talking and then, before you knew it, you’d not only agreed to go as his plus one to some acting industry event, you’d also agreed to go in a dress with a slit up the side specifically because he decided that’s what he wanted. You’d sent photos of a few options and he’d picked the one with the highest slit, reaching all the way up to your hip. It made you feel very flustered, and you made a not to yourself to buy a suitable pair of undies that wouldn’t show.

In the weeks leading up to the event Ben had let slip that Gwil would also be there and that he’d also approved your dress. You’d got the strong impression that they both intended to fuck you in it and the idea of ending the night like that was enough to make you squirm every time you remembered. By the time Ben arrived to pick you up you were turned on and excited to tease them a bit throughout the night. Maybe even act a little bratty when they took you home, just to see what they’d do. What you didn’t account for was Ben’s solitary dominance. He helped you into the back of the car and nodded to the driver that you were ready to go. “This is very nice,” “Well, we couldn’t go in just any old car. Look it’s even got a partition,” he pressed a button and a screen rose between the front and back seats. “You look stunning by the way.” “Thank you, you look pretty great yourself.” Ben smiled at the compliment, his fingers falling to your thigh where he toyed with the edge of the slit, “I think I made a good choice. Good girl for wearing what I told you.” Your breath caught, the praise unexpected. You’d known he’d been horny about the dress. You hadn’t realised it was an act of submission to wear it. But being called good and seeing just how much it pleased Ben made you feel a little subby. Ben’s hand slid up your thigh and under the dress, and you couldn’t help but look to the partition to make sure it was still up. “Don’t worry about him,” Ben said, his other hand coming up to tilt your head until your gaze was forced back on him, “You going to keep being a good girl?” You nodded, entirely forgetting your plans to tease. Ben was so charming and sweet that it made you want to please him, to do whatever he asked and earn his praise. “What would you say if I wanted you to take your knickers off?” “You mean...not wear any tonight?” “Exactly. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know it’s daunting doing that in public and we’ve never played like that before.” “But you want me too?” “I think it would be very sexy if you did.” His hand kept running over your exposed leg, “I like the idea of you being totally naked under your dress. And I like the idea of being the only other person who knows it. Just this dress separating your cunt from my hands. And who knows, if you were very lucky I might be able to touch you while everyone’s listening to whatever speeches there’ll be going on. Each sentence made your breath quicken until you were practically panting shifting your hips to try and get his hand to slip between your thighs. “Do you like the idea?” he asked, resolutely ignoring your clear desire. You nodded again, not trusting yourself to speak. “So will you let me take them off you?” “I guess it-” “I don’t want you to guess Y/N. I want to know you want this. You’ll still be good even if you tell me no. I can still make you plenty wet through your panties. But if you do want to, I promise I’ll look after you. It’ll just be our little secret.” You nodded then, his assurances convincing you. Ben grinned and awarded you with a deep kiss that made you glad you’d gone with a smudge proof lipstick. You moaned against his lips, and tried to extend the kiss when he sat back. “Uh uh,” he said softly, “we’ll be there soon and you’re still wearing knickers.” “So take them off me,” you said coyly, pulling back one side of the dress so he could see better. “I think you should do it.” He said suddenly, settling back in his seat, “Show me just how far you’ll go to be my good girl.” Now that the shock of his request had worn off and been replaced by a desperate need for more praise, you were quick to do as he asked. You tried to be enticing as you removed the garment, biting your lip as you slowly slipped them down your legs, making sure Ben could catch glimpses of your pussy. He watched hungrily as you took them off and then held out his hand for the item. “I’ll make sure you get these back later.” He winked, as he shoved them into a pocket. A second after the panties had disappeared Ben leaned forward and for one moment you were sure he was going to touch you, to reward you with some stimulation if not an actual orgasm. But all he did was tug your dress back into place, smoothing the fabric down, leaving you a little disappointed but even more determined to earn that touch.

Throughout the night you were constantly reminded about your lack of underwear. Ben was very attentive to you, getting you drinks and introducing you to various people that stopped to chat. But he was quick to tease you when no one was looking, pulling you towards the edge of the room so he could rub your arse and whisper about how it was taking all his control not to bend you over there and then. When you ran into Gwil he was very complementary about your dress, making sure that you knew how fuckable you looked in it. That alone was enough to fluster but Ben’s command to tell Gwil what had happened in the car almost made you whine and you were sure you were blushing as you leaned into Gwil’s ear to admit it. “If I’d know you’d be such a good slut I’d have invited you myself,” Gwil growled, clearly itching to raise you dress and see for himself. Unfortunately for him you were still very much in public and he was wanted elsewhere, someone behind you calling him over. He sighed a little but said to Ben, “keep her warm for me, I’ll come over to yours tonight.” Ben grinned and nodded a, “See you then.” as his hand wrapped around your waist tightly. Gwil took a moment to look you over and then, with the pretence of kissing your cheek, quietly whispered, “I’m going to spend the rest of the night thinking about fucking you in that dress. And I expect you to be as good for me as you have been for Ben.” “Yes Sir,” you whispered, all ideas of being bratty and pushing their buttons long forgotten. After that Ben got you new drinks and then lead you into the hall to find your seats for the presentation.

The speeches were probably alright. People seemed to be laughing at parts and generally enjoying them. But you barely heard a word. Ben’s hand was on you constantly. Sometimes just staying still on your thigh, but sometimes teasing the skin hidden by your dress. You never knew how far he’d go with each stroke, if he’d stick to the edge of the slit or if he’d delve closer to finding out how wet his teasing had made you. You didn’t know which way you wanted it either. The idea of him stroking your pussy in such a crowded room made you whimper quietly into your hand, but the idea of him not touching you there was devastating. You needed him to see how affected you were and reward you for it. But the speeches drew to a close and he’d still not actually found your cunt. You turned and pouted at him, trying to let him know that you wanted him to do what he’d threatened to without actually asking for it. Whether or not he picked up on your meaning, Ben grabbed your hand and tugged your up from the table. “Come with me,” was all he said, leading you from the room.

You followed him away from the crowd now moving back toward the bar, down a corridor and out a set of doors and down another corridor. Ben at least seemed to know what he was looking for, you just let him take you, hoping that you’d at least get an orgasm out of it. Finally, you made it to an empty room and Ben turned around to lock the door behind you. “Where are we, Sir?” you asked but had barely got the last word out when Ben pulled you into a kiss and you decided it didn’t matter, as long as you wouldn’t be interrupted. His hands were impatiently pushing at the skirt of your dress, working their way underneath the fabric so he could squeeze your bare arse and slide his fingers along your wet folds. Just feeling how turned on you were made Ben groan against your lips. “Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to touch you?” He gasped, “I’m so hard from thinking about this cunt. I wanted to know how wet you were but I knew if I found out I’d probably make a mess in my pants. Your little whimpers didn’t fucking help either.” “Sorry Sir,” you managed to say, trying to rub yourself on his hand, “I just really wanted you to touch me.” “Such a good girl for me. I think you deserve a reward.” “Please Sir,” “There’s only one question. Would you prefer to be on your knees or see me kneel?” You were torn. Your cunt was screaming at you to make Ben eat you out, to finally get that pleasure you’d been craving since he’d so easily taken control in the car. But your submissive brain was more in control and she just wanted to be praised again, to be good and obedient and to please her Sir. It was easy enough to talk yourself into it. It would feel very good to make Ben cum. Maybe even better than cumming yourself because it was unselfish. Proof that you could be whatever he wanted you to be. And he’d call you good for it. He might also call you a whore but somehow that was a good thing when he said it. He made you want to be a whore. And when you told Gwil about it later, he’d also call you good. And they’d reward you for it. “I want to suck your cock Sir.” Ben smiled at that, “Such a good girl for me.” You beamed at the praise and reached for his belt eager for more. “But you made one little mistake, didn’t you?” “I did?” “Mmhmm, what you really meant to say is that you want me to fuck your face. Isn’t that right?” “Oh!” you felt stupid for not thinking of it yourself and rushed to rectify your mistake before you got in trouble. “Of course sir. Please fuck my face.” Ben laughed and beckoned you forward to resume undoing his belt, “Fuck I love when you get this submissive. Gwil’s gonna lose his mind when he sees you later.”

Ben let you stroke him a bit to start though he was well and truly hard by then. But you loved feeling his cock in your hand and he was more than willing to give you that momentary pleasure. Soon through, you noticed the beads of precum forming at his tip and you were overwhelmed with the desire to taste him. You licked at his head, collecting the precum on your tongue, smearing your saliva over his skin, and ben placed his hand on the back of your head to keep himself steady. “Go on, whore, take me in,” Ben encouraged you as his need grew. “Yes, Sir, but one thing first?” You obliged as soon as he’d given the order, wrapping your lips around his head and working yourself down his shaft. Again, he let you go at your own pace for a time, knowing you’d need a moment to adjust to his size. You were in public after all and he didn’t want to push you too hard or do anything to draw unwanted attention. An idea occurred to him and he stopped you, groaning as he saw your disappointed pout. “One more thing Y/N,” he said before reaching over to unzip the back of your dress, “I know how much you drool over cock and we don’t want you making too much of a mess of this pretty dress. Plus now I can see your tits.” You laughed and thanked Ben, shimmying your shoulders a bit to emphasis your now exposed breasts. “Alright, whore, mouth back on cock, that’s it. Fuck feels so good already. Can’t wait to fuck you.” You whined, managing to take more of his shaft in your mouth. Ben just tried to focus on keeping his hips from bucking towards your face. A tough task when his cock was surrounded by the hot wet of your mouth and you kept making yourself gag as you tried to take him deeper and deeper. His mind drifted to your cunt and how easily you’d accept him there if he decided to take you right now. It was tempting. But then you gagged and he lost his focus, hips surging forward, cock pushing further into your throat. You gagged again at the sudden unexpected intrusion, but it sent a bolt of heat to your cunt and you couldn’t help but moan. Ben tugged you back with the intention of making sure you were okay but before he could so much as apologise you were kissing his shaft, a trail of wet open mouthed kisses from his base to his tip. “I’m ready,” you half whined, desperately seeking validation that you were giving him what he wanted. “Ready for what?” Ben asked, wanting to double check you knew what you were saying. “Ready for you to fuck my mouth Sir,” you emphasised the last word and rolled your eyes, impatience making you a bit bratty. But it was all the confirmation Ben needed. His grip on your hair tightened and he used it first to pull you back onto his cock and then to hold you still as his intentionally thrust into your throat.

For a while the only sounds were wet gags from you and grunts from Ben as he used you harshly, forcing you to take his length again and again. Every so often he’d break the silence by groaning about how good you felt, how well you were taking him. And then he pushed you down to meet his thrust, holding you in place with his cock in your throat so he could catch his breath. “God you’re a fucking whore,” he managed to pant, “begging me to fuck your face like this. Must be making you so wet. No,” you’d tried to pull back but he’d stopped you easily, “this is what you wanted so fucking take it.” He kept you there, on the verge on panicking, for another two second that felt so much longer. But then he did pull you back, grinning as you gasped for air and coughed a bit, saliva dripping from your lips. “Was that too much for the whore?” he said, tone mocking, as he tapped his cock against your cheek. You shook your head as much as you could in his grip. “Good because I’m not fucking done yet.” He gave your cheek a light slap before gripping your hair again and pushing you down his shaft once more. If your mouth hadn’t been occupied, you’d have been grinning. The way he was so clearly enjoying you, getting pleasure from you, made you feel all tingly and warm. “Should send Gwil a photo of you,” he grunted, “he’d love to know you were being so obedient already.” You moaned at the thought and so Ben dug his phone out of his jacket with one hand, still fucking into you. The flash of the camera went off and you felt as if you were suddenly twice as wet as you had been before.

Ben didn’t last much longer than that. The photo had clearly turned him on too. He managed to put his phone away again so his hands were both able to hold you in place as he railed into you. His thrusts were rough and uneven. You gagged unexpectedly again and again, unable to anticipate how deep he’d push or how fast he’d pull out. And then he was moaning, jerkily thrusting and cock twitching as he came. You felt some of it in your throat and tried to swallow what he’d released into your mouth when he’d pulled back a bit. But Ben wasn’t ready to let you up just yet, ordering you to open up so he could rub his cock along your cum covered tongue. When he finally pulled out entirely and told you to swallow, he noticed the mess. His cock was dripping cum and spit, and remnants clung to your lips too. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the underwear he’d confiscated earlier, using them to wipe his shaft and then your face, making sure you were clean of all evidence. When he was sure you were clean he helped you to your feet and righted your dress. It was very sweet and it made you even happier to have been able to pleasure him. He even handed you the lipstick and mirror from your purse so you could touch up your make up. And then, while you were examining your reflection, you felt it. The fabric of your dress shifted and you whimpered as the underwear swiped across your cunt. “Sir?” “I’m cleaning you up,” he said softly, pulling the underwear out so you could see the wet stain you’d made, “Love how wet you get from sucking cock.” His hand moved under your skirt again but without the underwear this time, just his fingers gently exploring your folds. For a moment you thought he was going to give you an orgasm right there and then, and you clutched his shoulder for support. But then he stopped, wiggling his wet fingers between you befor tasting them. You moaned at the sight and the feeling of the denied orgasm. “Are you ready to go home now?” “Yes Sir. Really really ready.” “And that’s why you’re our favourite whore,” he chuckled, once again fixing your dress. You felt yourself blushing at the reminder of Gwil and the photo Ben had taken. Ben suddenly seemed to remember too. “Why don’t you go down to the cars, Y/N. I'm going to find Gwil and tell him our whore is begging to be fucked. This photo should be enough to get him to leave too. He’ll be happy to know he won’t have to break you in at all tonight since I’ve already done it.” He laughed at your squirmy reaction, giving you a quick kiss. “Anyway, if he’s not ready to leave I’m more than happy to get things started without him.” You nodded, not sure how you’d manage to get down to the cars when your legs felt so like jelly. But before you could leave, Ben stopped you again. “One last thing,” he handed you the underwear he’d still be clutching. “When you get in the limo, put these into your mouth. I know there’s a partition but I think it’ll be safter if you’re gagged on the way home. Just to make sure the driver can’t here you.

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