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bluesfortheredj · 3 years

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A little extra to love.

Smut ahead.

A/N: Here we are; the last ever request. What an odd thing to type! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The towel you’d wrapped around yourself in the bathroom gapes open at your stomach and you can feel the cool air on your skin before you quickly grab both sides of it and hold it together to preserve some sort of dignity as you rush across the landing to your bedroom. Ben was downstairs watching the telly while you were getting ready after a long day at work, and the thought of him catching a glimpse of you in this sorry state was stomach churning. You sit down on your bed and the towel opens up completely with absolutely no hope of bringing the two ends together across your protruding belly and a for a moment you sit there with tears stinging the back of your eyes at how disgusting you felt. It had been a tough year thanks to the pandemic, but what was even tougher for you was the weight you’d gained throughout your time at home; you were already big enough at the beginning of the year but now that you were two stone heavier you felt completely defeated. All you wore these days were men’s XXL t-shirts with jogging bottoms or leggings, and most of your wardrobe had been chucked out as soon as a charity bag had been posted through your door due to half of it not even fitting any more.

“You alright up there?” Ben calls out after a few minutes of you wallowing.

“Yeah… um, I don’t think I can go tonight though… I’m not feeling very well.”

“Oh love, is there anything I can do?” he asks as you hear him ascending the stairs.

“Uh, no, no, it’s okay. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“How about I make you a cup of tea?” he offers.

“That would be perfect.”

His footsteps retreat back down the few steps he’d climbed and you breathe a long sigh of relief as you look down at your excess paunch that had grown significantly the last few months. You’d been both jubilant and hesitant at reuniting with Ben after such a long time apart, especially as you could hide your extra chins on a video call, but he’d been as sweet as he was the day he asked if you wanted to be with him, and he somehow didn’t flinch at the sight of you. You quickly get dressed into your oversized pyjamas and head downstairs to find Ben already settled into the sofa with a steaming cup of tea waiting for you on the coffee table.

“How are you feeling?”

You hold your hand out flat and shake it from side to side to indicate you were feeling a little dodgy, then he reaches out a hand to your face and gently tucks your hair behind your ear.

“You do look a little pale,” he worries.

“Think it might be a migraine coming on,” you shrug, “I don’t know.”

“Well then I guess we’ll just be staying here and cuddling on the sofa,” he smiles, “and after months of not being able to do that with you, I’m certainly not complaining.”

A hesitant smile from you greets his excited grin, and he frowns a little at your underwhelmed reaction to the fact you’d be snuggled up with your boyfriend all evening but he lets it go and puts it down to you not feeling your best. You lean forward to the table to pick up your mug and adjust your top by pulling it away from your body as you sit back up again, making sure that none of the fabric got caught in your folds. The steam from your tea wafts up into your face when you lightly blow on the liquid and you keep your eyes focused on the television in front of you as Ben shuffles a little closer so he can drape his arm around your shoulders. He was a naturally tactile person whereas you were quite the opposite, but it still didn’t excuse the times you’d rejected his intimate advances purely for the reason that you didn’t want him to see what was lurking beneath your clothes.

“Relax babe,” he says quietly before kissing the side of your head, “I can feel how tense you are, it can’t be helping your head.”

You put your now empty mug back on the coaster on the table and lean back against his arm then purposely drop your shoulders to try and relax into the side of his body, and he brings his other arm over so his hand can rest on your thigh. His touch is soft, as if a blanket had just been placed across your lap, and it’s just as comforting too after being deprived of it for so very long. His fingers begin to tap a little before he gives your leg a purposely slow squeeze then he moves up just an inch and repeats the action but adds a kiss to your temple this time, and your eyes close at the feel of his hand moving higher while his kisses move lower until his lips press against yours while his fingers squeeze down between your thighs and rub along the outside of your pyjamas.

“Ben,” you moan involuntarily against his mouth.

“Mhmm,” he hums.

Your eyes fly open as you finally recognise the situation and you gasp as you pull away from him, “sorry, I can’t… sorry.”

You rise from the couch to take your mug into the kitchen as Ben looks on with a baffled frown; this wasn’t the first time you’d rejected his advances and after such a long time apart the only conclusion that made sense to him was that you must have completely gone off the idea of being with him during lockdown. He quietly follows you out to find you standing at the sink staring out of the window listlessly, and he clears his throat to gain your attention.

“If, uh, if you’re feelings have changed then you just need to say,” he mumbles, avoiding eye contact and choosing to look around the room instead, “I can leave if you want me-”

“Ben, I’m fat,” you interrupt him.

“What?” he scoffs.

“I don’t like you touching me because I’m… overweight, fat, obese, whatever you wanna call it. I’m that. And I don’t want you to feel all… this. Not before lockdown, and especially not now.”

“I… wait… are you serious?”

“Yes of course I am.”

“So… wait a minute… why do you think I asked you out in the first place then?”

“I really have no idea,” you sigh.

“Oh my god, (Y/N), come on! I fancy the pants off you! That’s why.”

You shake your head and scoff at his comment then attempt to walk past him but he blocks your path quite defiantly and wraps his arms around your body no matter how much you fight against the comforting embrace.

“Hey, would you please stop trying to wriggle away?!” he says, his muscular arms tightening a little more around you.

A defeated sigh is breathed into his t-shirt as you finally give up on trying to escape his cuddle, but you keep your arms by your sides in one last attempt at trying to show him you weren’t completely giving in yet, and he laughs a little as he rocks you from side to side.

“So this is why you keep pushing me away, huh?” he mutters into your hair, “well I’m relieved that it’s not because you’ve gone off me, and I’m also pretty glad that you didn’t succeed in trying to get rid of me.”

He leans back and holds you at arms length before moving the hair back from your face so he could see you properly, and you avert your eyes from his intense gaze in embarrassment. His hands leave your body and you look up at him just as he lifts his top up and pulls it over his head to then throw it onto a kitchen chair behind you, then your eyes move leisurely over his torso from his stomach until they reach his plump lips.

“Everyone seems to think I have a constant six pack,” he sighs, turning sideways and placing a hand on his small tummy, “as you can see, that is very much not true. I just really love food,” he shrugs with a wobble of his stomach.

“But that’s cute… mine is bleurgh.”

“Bleurgh?” he questions with a single raised eyebrow, “can I at least judge for myself?”

“I really don’t want you seeing my stretch marks Ben.”

“Then blindfold me.”

“What?!” you half laugh.

“If you don’t want me to see them then cover my eyes, but please let me touch you.”

Your mouth opens, then closes, then opens again as you try to get your head around what he’s suggesting, and he gently takes your hands before leading you upstairs to your bedroom.

“Ah!” he exclaims excitedly when he sees a silk scarf hanging from the door of your wardrobe, “perfect. Here; blindfold me,” he winks, handing you the scarf.

“Uh… right...”

He sits down on the bed and you kneel behind him before holding the piece of soft fabric between your hands and lowering it over his face to cover his eyes then eventually secure it at the back of his head.

“I’m gonna say this now before it actually happens; if I get an erection during this then please feel free to ignore it,” he forewarns.

“Do you think you will?”

“My hands on your body… yeah, I’m pretty sure I will.”

“Oh,” you giggle, startling yourself at the fact that a girlish laugh just escaped your lips.

Your weight shifts on the bed as you move to stand up again, then you quickly switch the light off and take your position in front of Ben who now has his legs wide open for you to stand in between, and your heart rate quickens as he tentatively lifts his arms for you to take his hands. There’s a few seconds as you hesitate, but you guide his hands to the waist band of your pyjama trousers and he hooks his finger tips inside the elastic so he can pull them down slowly. They drop to the floor then you step out of them as Ben’s feather light touch glides over your legs; up and down your calves the around your thighs where he massages your skin, and he leans forward to press gentle kisses along the dimpled surface. His hands blindly feel their way up over your underwear and swiftly pull that down out of the way, then continue their journey under the cover of your top while his lips caress the skin you were so ashamed of as it hangs down above your thighs with nothing covering it for once.

“Can I take off my blindfold?” Ben whispers; his lips tickling your tummy.

You look around the room and how much light from the landing is coming through the gap in the door, then carefully pull one end of the neat little bow you’d made with the scarf so that it slips from his face, and he’s left blinking into the dim light as his eyes adjust.

“Wow,” he exhales as his hands run up and down your sides to lift your top and give him just a glimpse of your flabby pouch; this was not the reaction you were expecting.

He lets go of you briefly to wriggle out of his jeans without moving you away too much, then he pushes himself up the bed so that he’s leaning his back on the headboard with only his boxers covering his growing bulge.

“Do you want to come and sit?” he asks, patting the thigh that was nearest to you.

You nod in response and pull your top down to cover the bottom of your stomach then get on the bed and crawl up to where Ben sits with a knee either side of his leg.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs as one hand slides up your thigh and the other caresses your face, “you don’t even realise how beautiful you are do you?”

“I’m not,” you reply shyly as you lean into his touch.

“But you are,” he insists, “I love these,” he pauses to look down at your thigh as he squeezes it, “and this,” he strokes the part of your stomach that hangs lower than the rest, “and everything about this,” he smiles as he looks up at your face; his thumb sweeping across your cheek gently, “and I’ve been dreaming about the day I can show you just how much when mere words are not enough.”

“Ben,” you chuckle self consciously.

“It’s true! Now come closer,” he invites, dropping his hand from your face to your hip and guiding you forwards as far as you can go, “do you want to keep that on?” he asks, tugging at the hem of your top.

He’s met with a nod and gives you a warm smile in return, then he weaves his fingers through your hair and pulls you in for a kiss as he bends his knee slightly to press his thigh against your exposed lips. You hum with pleasure at the feel of some pressure against you, then he allows one hand to travel down your back and come to a rest on your cheeks so he can encourage you to move back and forth along his leg; your slit naturally opening up wider and allowing your sweet spot to rub against the skin. Your hands are resting on his shoulders for stability but you take one away and drag it down his torso until your fingers are able to pull the waistband of his boxers away from his body and release his erection; your hand immediately wrapping around his length once it’s free and working its way up and down the shaft with your thumb circling his tip at every opportunity it gets.

“Mhmm,” Ben purrs into your mouth as his hips twitch.

Everything feels so natural with him and even though this was your first time being intimate with one another it felt as if you knew each other’s bodies already, and when Ben diverts his kisses down along your jaw and onto your neck where he gently nibbles at your skin you can’t help but allow a moan to erupt from your throat. You can feel his finger tips digging into the soft flesh of your backside as he motivates you to move a little faster and your body responds to his touch almost instantaneously with your hand sliding along his member to match the pace that you’ve set. Pants, moans and whines fill the room along with a warm, damp atmosphere thanks to the heat your bodies were creating, and you’re soon both completely lost in the moment without a thought for anything else until Ben rests his head on your shoulder and stills as his excitement drips over your hand. You carry on stroking him slowly while your own climax builds inside but soon you have rest your hand on his stomach as your core tightens like a spring, then releases with a series of pulsations that cause a short moan to escape with each one.

“Wow,” he repeats once more.

“Yeah,” you agree breathlessly.

The two of you clean up before sinking down onto the bed in a sleepy, tangled mess and the glow of the bliss you’d just both experienced seems to add more light to the room as Ben kisses your head between strokes of your hair. His other hand slips underneath your top and rests on your stomach where his thumb runs small, comforting circles right over one of your stretch marks, and a smile spreads across your lips at the meaningful gesture.

could you do a fic where Ben and the reader have been dating but she is very insecure about being overweight and they haven't been physical yet because of it. But Ben won't give up on her and finally convinces her that he really loves her and it ends in smut when they finally sleep together and its super fluffy, passionate and romantic?

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rossmccallsqueen · 5 years

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Plus size headcanon- Ben comforting you when you get insecure clothes shopping??? Idk I feel like that’d be cute

Okay so you and Ben are going on vacation soon

So you knew you needed some more clothes

“Babe you wanna go shopping today?”

You say yes but immediately regret it once you end up on Rodeo Drive

“Where do you wanna go first?”

You honestly had no idea bc you hated clothes shopping and Ben knew that

“Babe it’s okay, I just wanna make you feel good. Please?”

Of course Ben only wanted the best for you and he wanted to spoil you

You walk into Roberto cavalli and there’s so many beautiful clothes you don’t even know where to start

Eventually you find a couple things in your size

And a couple things Ben wanted you to try on ;) hint hint

“Babe come on out I wanna see you!”

“Ben no I look awful”

“I know you don’t. Please let me see? Please?”

You didn’t wanna let him in, you were trying on super expensive clothes and still didn’t feel beautiful

“Okay. Come in”

So Ben pulls the curtain back and then closes it behind him

You have a beautiful black off the shoulder mid thigh dress on and you hated the way it was hanging on you

“Are you kidding? YOU LOOK STUNNING”

“Ben no I don’t this looks so bad?”

So Ben comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist

“Baby look at me. Look at me”

You slowly brought your head up to look at him and he’s running his bands all over you

“You look absolutely STUNNING. I will be upset if you don’t get this dress.”

“I can already imagine you walking down the beach and the sun setting behind us and you in that perfect dress. Because you are perfect”

“Honestly you make that dress look better. Like I don’t even know how to describe it”

“But honestly babe. You will look good in anything you try on. Get whatever you want, I just want you to feel special”

And honestly that’s how you knew you loved Ben because he loved you no matter what

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years

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could you write a roger x reader who is a big girl? like more than chubby, cause whenever I see plus sized fics they are always just a little chubby and i cant relate :[

Sorry this took so long, hope you’re doing well beautiful! Gazing up serenely towards the scorching heat of the sun, letting its rays fall down upon the blazing blush covering the warm roundness of your cheeks, you sigh contently as you see the emerald green and white striped kite Roger’s guiding fly over your field of vision, dancing high and restlessly in the wind in sunlit silence, which you break as you start laughing at Roger being pulled through the tufts of grass by the strong breeze, his short wheat coloured hair madly blending in with the bushes of the meadow, blowing his locks up in spikes in every direction, his shouts of glee mixing with the wisps of the wind as the kite spiralled was exactly what you wanted to hear after a long week at work. Turning towards your laugh with a wide grin spreading across his face, knowing his eyes are bright with laughter even through his dim sunglasses, he winds in the reel of the kite, walking over to the plaid blanket you’re lying upon whilst you stay there, appreciating the way his light white half-unbuttoned shirt ripples with each step, allowing you full view of the slightly tanned skin of his chest. As his footsteps draw nearer, crunching the thin summer blades of grass and daisies with each step, he slowly flops down beside you, pulling himself up onto one elbow in order to appreciate the way the flowing dress you were wearing hugged your skin perfectly. His hand crawls over your thick waist slowly, teasing you, each inch of skin tingling with goosebumps as his fingers gently twirl across until he finally wraps his arm around you, snuggling his head into the bountiful curve or your neck, making use of the plentiful skin along your arms that he loves to hold so much to place hot ardent kisses on every free space he can. He snuggles up against you, loving how safe he feels in your ample, strong arms that can make him relax with just one touch, no matter how many arguments he had with Brian or how many drumkits he had tripped over in a rage; as soon as he felt the fulsome, lavish embrace that he always longed for so dearly he felt, at once, at home. He rolls you both over so he can run his hand up and down the plushness of your side, pushing the ticklish fabric of your dress up with his fingertips so he can place his palm against your plump thighs, loving the way your skin flushes in reaction to his meaningful touches. He gazes at you with such compassionate devotion as you reach up to pull the sunglasses away from his face, giggling slightly as his face turns into a silly mock frown at the loss of them, before the crinkles at the side of his eyes rise once more and he pulls you tightly against him, placing a soft kiss against the tip of your nose, before tracing a path to the side of your mouth. He pauses for a moment, and you see the rays fall down upon the slightly dazed, far away look in his crystal blue eyes, intense with understanding and desire, before he murmurs against your plump lips, ‘you’re so incredibly beautiful, you know that love? So incredibly smart, and independent, and warm and loving and it honestly aches in my heart sometimes how an angel like you could fall for a man like me.’As the burning tears well in your eyes, you savour the kiss he yields willingly to you, as the soft sun bathes your entangled bodies in a halo of light.

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gwilhoe · 5 years

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Ben x Plus size Reader 🥀

My 1st attempt at writing so please don’t hurt me I’m sensitive.🤧 And thicc girls need love too! Tell me your thoughts. I literally just made this up as I went lol.

You can tell how Ben waltzed into the door throwing his keys and wallet on the counter top & kicking his shoes and clothes off that he had a shitty day at work. He just wanted to make this money and come home to his lady. You.

“Baby.... Princess?” He calls out.

“In here.”

You were draped across the couch in the living room wearing nothing but one of his baggy shirts leaving your thighs and legs exposed. Your hair freshly washed from the shower. You didn’t bother with pants as the fire in the living room was warm enough.

Ben gets changed into some grey boxers and a black singlet and makes his way over to the living room.

His breathing hitched. He was leaning in the doorway, taking you in draped across the couch in that way. His green eyes studying every curve, every scar, every beauty spot that sat beyond your luscious skin. His eyes making his way up your body very slowly until they meet yours.

“Babyyy, your home. I missed you”

He doesnt respond and starts to make his way slowly over to the couch, you both never leave each other’s gaze.

He gets to the couch and you sit up, making some room for him, your phone long gone by this point. You sit in a position where you are facing him. One leg crossed, the other dangling over the edge of the couch onto the ground.

Ben takes a seat and he just stares into your eyes for a few minutes. He tilts his head and takes you in. Again. Those green orbs travelling up and down your body very very s l o w l y.

Little did he know, he was making you more flustered the more he studied you. You blush like a tomato.

With watching his every move, his fingertips start dancing along your thighs, lightly squeezing the soft skin as his hands inch higher until they reach your right cheek. He brushes away strands of hair and just holds you in his palm in a few seconds. You smile and return the gesture to him, which he kisses your palm so delicately. If your cheeks weren’t as red before, they sure as hell are now.

You remove your hand from his cheek and with Ben’s hand still at your cheek, he slides his hand down your neck pushing your hair back so he can see your face. Also to expose your neck to him. Oh you liked where this was going 😏

Ben moves closer and brings his face so close to yours, you both are cheek to cheek. As much as you want him to shower you in kisses, he doesn’t. His face is like the perfect mould to yours like the missing part of a jigsaw puzzle. You both don’t have to say anything to read the atmosphere in the room. The actions of Ben says it all.

Ben is still cheek to cheek with you and starts to nuzzle his nose against your cheek and you heat up at the soft gesture. Can he not be any more adorable?

He pulls back and smiles at you wholeheartedly before returning to his actions previously. Ben keeps nudging his nose softly against your cheek until he slowly moves his head more in towards you and slides his head down into the crook of your neck. Your mouth opens into a perfect ‘o’ shape silently and look away. You giggle softly and you can feel him smile against your neck. You close your eyes and take in the blissful moment.

Ben sits his head rested in the crook of your neck for a while. As you expect, you hear soft snores. He fell asleep. You roll your eyes playfully and snicker to yourself.

“My poor baby..”

You carefully move to get comfortable with Ben soundly in a slumber atop you. You open your legs to accomodate Ben’s body between your bare thighs. You wrap your arms around him and just embrace him and slowly drift off to sleep. The warmth of the fire slowly lulling you.

That is, until you feel plump soft lips press kisses so delicately along your thighs. Your eyes shoot open and you look down.

“You really think I was asleep, Princess?”

“Well...yeah”

“Baby. *kiss* You. *kiss* Know *kiss* I’m *Kiss* An *Kiss* Actor *Kiss* Right..?”

“A damn good one too.” Your hand reaching to cradle his cheek.

He smirks.

You just wanna smack that smirk off his pretty face. But you brush off that thought.

“My pretty girl, God you *kiss* are *kiss* breathtaking *kiss*... Can’t. Keep. Away.”

You can’t look at Ben showering kisses to your thighs as you could’ve came undone right there, so you look towards the fire igniting nearby.

Ben catches you staring towards the fire and sits back and admires the view in front of him. All in its raw form. It’s entirety. You. His flame. His home. His favourite Shag. He loved you so much, that never changed. Ever.

Your still staring at the fire and he quickly leans down to peck your cheek. He totally caught you off guard it makes you jump.

“BEN!”

The next time you look up at him, he has one of your legs draped over his shoulder and he’s making love to your leg, it’s driving you insane. The way your tossing and turning under him has him weak he pushes his clothed erection against the back of your thigh, your more aroused. His eyes are closed as he is biting. kissing. licking your leg. God your so turned on right now.

“Oh fuck me. Come here you tease”

“Nah uh. Lay back baby. In response to your question earlier, I missed you too. Now let my actions speak for itself😏”

#ben hardy #ben hardy smut #ben x reader #roger taylor #plus size

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likesomekindofcheese · 4 years

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The BEN-nefits of Fake Dating

Hello! @littlespoiltthing it is I!!! Your Secret Santa revealed! Here is a one shot I wrote (with a title inspired by @littlespoiltthing ‘s own beautiful work) for @dtfrogertaylor‘s Christmas Event. Enjoy everyone!!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!Reader

Words: 2412

Warnings: Families, kissing, swearing, Christmas, grandparents, and parents being grandparents and parents. Sex, engagement, and kids are mentioned, nudity but nothing graphic. Plus a LOT was inspired by the Hallmark movie Holiday Engagement

Genre: Fluff and a bit of Angst!

“If I have to see you single again on another Christmas, I’ll jump off a bridge!” your grandmother whined over the phone. You sighed deeply, out of reach of the phone on the speaker in your hand.

“She’s joking, of course!” your mom interjected.

Yeah right, with another year and another ring less finger in the midst of an Instagram feed full of clean, French manicures with the largest diamonds sparkling on the left hand with two billion likes, you had had it. Especially since a lot of those clean, French manicured hands of yours with large sparkling diamonds on the left hand with two billion likes were in your family.

So now every head that was female and greying turned to you in anticipation. And every holiday, from their wrinkled, pink lips and their hot breath full of peppermint came the dreaded question with the monotone, dreaded answer.

Then came Ben.

Charming. Funny. Smart. Single. Ben.

He sat in your car on the passenger side and his eyes widened at your grandmother’s comment.

“Oh, I just want you to be happy, dear! And know you’re taken care of!”

Your grandmother forgot to recall the new world of college degrees, Netflix nights with friends, job choices, and vibrators to think a man could possibly be in the picture for women in the 21st century.

This was where Ben came in. Especially his job for the next week.

Ben clicked his tongue a little and bit his lips in a way that almost made you miss the turn.

He reached over the clicked the red button on the phone to end the call.

“Well, she’s a little mad.”

“She’s mad for babies, that’s what. I think she just wants babies to play with without changing diapers or, you know, responsibility” you said.

“Maybe I should’ve brought a dog, then” Ben quipped.

It was ideal. But too ideal. Ben and you were friends. Just. Friends. No matter what your stomach felt. No matter what fantasies you had at night. Just friends.

But it was nice to live that fantasy for a week. Merry frickin’ Christmas.

You pulled the car over to the park and walked into the big house. Already a lot of your family had entered in and were having drinks in red cups as a sports game blared on the tv as opposed to nice Christmas music tinkling away.

“Oh, honey, welcome!” your mother greeted, walking in with a big hug, the red arms of her red sweater outstretched.

“And is this your boyfriend?”

“Oh, yes, I’m Ben, Ben Jones.” He greeted. He had a polite smile and had engaged in his role. Today’s audition he had to read the role of boyfriend to shut up the Karens for a week. Only no real script except what was discussed, and pure improv. Good thing he was paid to leap off of trucks and shoot fake guns for Micheal Bay.

How hard could it be? After all hard was his name. His stage name.

Your grandmother gawked at you.

“Oh my gosh! What a cutie! I haven’t seen a butt that perky since your grandfather in ’72!” “Grandma!” you gasp, but giggling anyway.

You hug your mom very tightly, so much you can smell her. Ben merely gives her a platonic handshake.

But Ben handles being the dutiful boyfriend very well. People go over and drill questions into him. He hesitates a little and then replies quietly.

“So Ben, what job do you have.”

“I’m an actor, film, and television.”

Though one cousin of yours, who is at least six foot five and the size of a buffalo storms over, almost to Ben’s face. If it were not for the reindeer antlers hanging from his head, you probably would have been nervous.

“I’ll tell you Jonesey, my cousin, Y/N, is the sweetest, smartest, best girl ever.”

“I know! I wouldn’t be datin’ ‘er if she wasn’t!” Ben replies. His hands shoot out in front of him.

You can feel yourself biting your cheek insides in order not to smile.

Your cousin practically grabs him by the shirt collar and lifts him almost.

“If you break her heart or hurt her, I swear to God, man, I’ll cut your nuts off!”

“I-I won’t!” Ben insists being lowered to the ground.

But right as Ben turns around and sees your brother and you feel your stomach turn a little. Are your family members ganging up on poor Ben?

But he just nods his head and says “I think you seem like a nice guy, Ben, so ditto. But Y/N is a tough cookie, I trust you with her. And I trust her” he adds, he picks up his mug in the shape of Frosty the Snowman and lifts it as a toast in your direction.

Pretending to be dating was almost too easy. Natural, even.

It seems like forever, but the guests eventually filter their way out. Your family sighs deeply Your stepfather throws himself on the couch, almost melting into it.

“Well somebody has to pick up the dogs tomorrow…”

You can see Ben’s face light up.

“Dogs?” Ben interrupts, widening into the smile of a seagull offered a crumb of bread.

Your mom is a little taken aback.

“Uhm, yes…we have two German Shepherd puppies. We had to put them in a daycare center for the party. They’re cute, but a little rowdy,” she warned, shuffling her feet.

You have to hold Ben back from jumping into the car and picking them up now.

“I’ll go, why, I’ll even drive!”

“Well, thank you, Ben!”

“Anything for my best…”

You kick him softly into the back of his leg, threating harder later if he doesn’t keep it together.

“Anything for my best girl! That is! The best girlfriend ever!”

The night gets darker and everyone is exhausted from the greeting party.

“You guys are fine sharing a bed, is that right? Well, the only bed available is Y/N’s old bed…” your stepfather begins.

You are both muttering and Ben’s turning very pink.

“Yes, Dad! We are thinking about moving in, soon, so sharing a bed isn’t a problem.”

But you both head to the room, lock the door and sigh.

“This is gonna be harder than I thought.” You confess.

“I think we’re doing great!” Ben adds optimistically, looking around at the trinkets and clothes left on hangers and chairs in your room. “And we don’t have to sleep together, I brought an air mattress.”

Fighting the urge to wince from the comment, you begin chewing your bottom lip.

“I need to go to bed, when do you shower? There’s only two up here.” You suggest, fanning out your top from the sweat you gathered.

“Mornin” Ben added, noticing an old book on your shelf and curiously thumbing through it.

As you take some towels and walk off, you bump into your mother getting a laundry basket.

“Do you think they liked the cake I made?” she asked.

“Oh, they definitely did!” you assure.

“I just think I may not have put enough icing, you know the family always goes for the heavy sweet stuff”

“Oh, mom, your baking is always great! Fyi, Ben got a really big slice today if that’s a sign!” you tease.

She taps your shoulder lovingly.

“And how’s your relationship with Ben going?”

You pull your hands under the towel and squeeze.

“It’s…good mom, really good.”

“It’s just that today I noticed you didn’t hug or hold hands or kiss that much” she murmured, relaxing her arms so that the empty laundry basket seemed to dangle from her grasp.

“We wanted to be respectful. You wouldn’t want to see your daughter making out with a guy all evening, would you!”

Your mother’s eyes sparkled as if hesitant to give you an unexpected answer.

“Well, of course not!”

“Besides,” you say, turning to the bathroom and opening the door “he’s the kind of person who’d rather be private about touchy stuff, you know?”

Your mother hums in understanding and turns off to her room.

A warm homey shower and a nice bedtime routine got you all settled. Cleanliness of your body and mouth seemed to free you from the weariness of the social demands and your mental worries of what could go wrong.

But there was one more thing that did go a little wrong. When you walked back into your room Ben was lifting the blanket to get into the air mattress.

In his birthday suit.

You let out a scream and turned away immediately, not sure whether to be thankful or mortified or both. Ben saw you and let out a small yelp as well, he grabbed an old pillow and put it right over his junk. His whole head turned pink.

“I’m so sorry. You were taking your time and I thought I’d be under by the time you…y’know!!!” He seemed to curl down and you fought the powerful urge not to let your eyes wander to his eight-pack.

“Just put on some underwear for the love of God!”

You manage to get him in underwear and your mother's fluffy pink robe full of flowers. Almost scoffing, you flop on your bed and fall asleep almost at once.

What you don’t see is Ben turning his head to look at you. He can’t go to sleep quite yet. Thoughts are racing thought his head far too fast for him to catch one and examine it.

Being in your room, seeing all your old trinkets, clothes, books, and even toys everywhere. Bits of your personality shine out to him. And now a younger, but your deeper, almost private self is now all around him.

He adores it and his heart is bursting silently. With widening eyes, he keeps still on the bed and observes each tiny detail as if it is a clue to reveal a bit more about you.

And there you are, your face turned right to face his, eyes closed and deep asleep. He admires how there’s a bit of moonlight from the window falling on you and he can see you.

There you are so close. If he got up now, he could touch your hand perhaps and even stir. He could place his head against your heart to feel how after everything today that it’s beating just, so, so slow. Your lips are curved into a smile. Is it a dream, perhaps? His hand almost reaches out, wanting to trace every bit of your face but he stops himself.

He nestles down on the pillow and your face is the last thing he sees before he closes his eyes and drifts off into uneasy rest.

Nights like these got quieter as the days got repetitive. There was a lot of smiling and conversing with each other in the day and in the evening, you both would be quiet. The air dripping with words that wanted to be said and yet could not be said for fear of something dying.

One evening the clock had struck one in the morning and neither one of you had gotten any sleep other than tossing and turning.

“Let’s just watch Christmas movies together!” Ben suggests childishly, and you nod. You two will sneak downstairs and watch The Grinch and Netflix together. One evening, Ben suggested The Snowman.

“It’s on Youtube, have you ever seen it?”

“No!”

“Let’s watch it!” Ben says, whipping out his phone and suggesting you scoot over.

It’s hard not to let your head fall on his shoulder and you force yourself to keep the slightest distance.

At the very end of the short little feature, the magical Snowman had melted, leaving the little boy alone in the snow as the credits rolled over a soft song with an orchestra and boy soprano.

Ben was bawling quietly.

“Oh my god…every bloody time…”

But as you reach over, you wipe off the tears and he looks right at you. You are both quiet.

“Go back to sleep, I need to have a smoke before I sleep.”

It had been a long smoke too.

On Christmas Eve, it was another small gathering. Mainly Grandma. She was eyeing you two as if she was watching the last five minutes of a Game of Thrones episode for any sudden, shocking twist or turn.

Like a kiss. Or a hug.

Ben could tell something was up and pulled up to her. “Well hello there, I’m Ben Jones, I don’t think I’ve talked with you much yet, but I’m dating your granddaughter.”

She nodded and gigged. Her eyes shone and brought energy not felt for about fifty years

“I know, we haven’t talked!” she replied, raising her shoulders a little in shyness.

“And I can’t leave a lovely lady all by herself!” Ben added with a wink.

You smiled. Ever the charmer where it counted.

You went over to the kitchen and heated up two mugs of hot milk and picked tow packets of hot chocolate.

But as you walked over to hand them to Ben right by the doorway there was a sudden burst of “OOOOOOOHHHHH!” from your brother.

There was mistletoe hanging over the two of you.

Mistletoe that wasn’t there yesterday.

You and Ben stared at each other, blinking. Then you looked at your grandmother, eyes wide and nodding.

You gave him a short peck. His lips were cold and reeked of onions from the pizza you ate, but it was soft and plump.

Ben looked back at you, dazed. You only half heard the cheering from everyone and the toasts.

You both looked at each other, the party went on, but it was as if you two were the only ones in the world.

“Y/N…” he starts….”I think I need some air…” he confesses.

“Me too…” you say, following after.

You both rush, the air is cool and soft, not freezing like the typical Christmas Eve and with a disappointingly green front yard in front of you and a semi-clear sky.

Before you can say anything, Ben looks up at you shyly.

“Can I kiss you properly? And date you proper? Not for fake…”

You take your hands on each side of his face, his green eyes grow to the size of your neighbors' bushes.

“Uhm…it that a yes? It was a pretty bad kiss back…”

“Shut up” you insist before locking your lips onto yours for a much bigger improvement.

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Yes, I’m ready [Roger Taylor x Virgin & Plus size!Reader]

Words : 4, 400 K +

Warnings : hum mostly smut guys, fluff, more smut...

Summary : Reader decided to put a little show for Roger when she decided she was ready to lose her V card with him.

Note : Here is finally !! This is a request from @omgellenlouise that she made months ago ! I’m sorry it took me so much time but it’s here now and boy it’s dirty. Hope you all like it, don’t forget to comment and like ;)))

I also have a Ben Hardy x Virgin & Plus size!Reader that you can find here !

I hightly recommend to listen to this song during your reading : Yes, I’m ready by Barbara Mason.

x Masterlist x

(i love this gif so much! Thought the lights were little hearts above Roger’s head at first x))

You took a sharp breath as Roger bang one last time his drums, sweat dripping from his bare chest, hairs sticking in every direction, this view was certainly doing something to you.

He was hot. Undeniably hot. And this hottie was your boyfriend.

The thought made you smile stupidly. You watched him grabbed a towel and quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes sparkling with excitement as the crowd literally roared with enthusiasm. The gig had been a total success.

Your heart fluttered heavily when you saw him searching through the crowd for someone. He grinned when he locked his gaze with yours, sending you a cheeky wink. His tongue wetting his lips as he eyed you up and down as he didn’t see you before the start of the gig. The way he swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbling roughly, you decided that your outfit of the night was pretty good.

“Come here you” Roger grabbed your waist and quickly pushed you flush against his chest, his mouth crushing on yours immediately.

You barely could understand what was going on as his tongue met yours, hands roaming on your generous hips, little sighs of satisfaction leaving both of your mouths.

“Hello to you too” You panted when he finally let go of your lips, your lipstick all around Roger’s mouth.

“You look beautiful, baby. Absolutely gorgeous” The drummer whispered before playfully biting your one of your finger. “Look at this little dress of yours. God, you’re clearly testing my self-control tonight” You shivered when he let go of your pad before he kissed you again, softer this time.

You giggled stupidly at his comment, warmth bubbling through your body. The way he looked at you, tongue poking out as he let his eyes wandering everywhere. His hand, rubbing your waist, slightly going down your round bum. Roger Taylor was turning you on so ridiculously quickly, it was almost embarrassing.

“You look good too, Rog” You trailed a finger on his naked torso, loving how his breath quickened at this simpler gesture. “And you played so great” You shook your head and grabbed his necklace, tugging him closer to you until you could kissed him.

He made a little groan of contentment. Hands falling right under your arse, pressing your cheeks shamelessly.

“Rog…we—” You let out a weak moan when his mouth fell on your neck, sucking on your thin skin with a devilish grin. “We are in the middle of a hallway” You hissed and finally pushed him away, feeling your cheeks heated up as few peoples passed by.

“Follow me then” His callous hand gripped yours and he eagerly tugged you inside the small changing room for the band who played at the pub, locking it quickly behind you. “I need to get this dress out of the way” He grunted but patiently waited until you nodded to taking off your cloth, mouth immediately finding your collarbones.

“Oh” You whimpered as his fingers expertly unhooked your bra, his lips travelling down your nipples immediately. “Keep going, Rog” You breathed out loudly, his hand busy with your knickers, pad rubbing against your clothed clit until you were a whining mess.

You gasped when he pushed you against the sofa before kissing you again, clumsily trying to get rid of his pants. You giggled at his eagerness before helping him open his zip, revealing his cute blue boxers.

“You first” Roger murmured when you tried to grab his cock, you didn’t fight him and laid back, watching him get rid of your panties. “Come here, baby” He grabbed your thick thighs and dragged your closer to his face, his hot breath tickling your core deliciously.

“Please, Rog” You murmured, one hand teasing your nipple and the other clenching around the sofa.

“Right on it, gorgeous” His husky voice said before he dropped few kisses on your core before diving his tongue right in, earning a long and desperate cry from you.

You woke up hot and bothered the next morning around eleven, the other half of your bed empty. Usually Roger stayed over during the weekend but you knew he was at the studio for their new album with the boys.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, feeling pins and needles down your thighs and your core throbbing with need. You remembered last night after you fooled around in the changing room, you had a drink with the band then went back to you place, both of you could barely keep your hands to yourself.

The memory of Roger’s pretty moans as you were rubbing your clit on his clothed thigh made you shiver. His hand holding your waist until his fingerprint were inked in your skin. Your mouth dry from the incessant erotic little sounds leaving you throat. His mouth, wet and hot, leaving a trail a burning kissed from the pulsing point of your throat to the junction of your neck and shoulder. His croaky voice, deliciously lustful as he encouraged you to let it go. Your fingers firmly clenched in his hairs as you kept rocking yourself on him, crying loudly as you finally hit your high.

The thought made you blush profusely. But you were already horribly turned on. You laid back on the bed and let your fingers wandered on your clit, rubbing it just the way you liked it.

It was good but not enough. You tried few tricks but nothing was working. You were unbelievably horny with no way to get ride of it. Even your fingers pumping in and out weren’t enough, you wanted — needed more. You smiled to yourself as the reality hit you suddenly.

You were ready to lose your virginity.

You and Roger always had been sexually active. The man was the definition of lust, no one could deny him that. He had this charming aura which brought girls so ridiculously easily to hi feet and you weren’t an exception.

So yeah, you did fool around a lot. But you never went all the way down. You weren’t sure why but you wanted to be absolutely sure.

Every time it almost happened you were too stressed and not relaxed at all. So Roger simply showed you other stuffs until you felt ready. It took three whole months but finally, you were more than eager to actually having sex with your hot boyfriend.

Your giggled at yourself, how suddenly you were feeling eager to lose your virginity, to feel Roger inside you for real. Not just his fingers or his tongue, even if you did love them but you wanted the real deal. And you also wanted to please Roger, you knew his sex drive was pretty high and he had been an angel with you, never pushing you or cheating on you.

You felt beyond excited and decided to call Roger right away. You were worried that you might just combusted if you didn’t get your hands on him really soon.

“Hi Gorgeous” The drummer greeted you, knowing that you probably just woke up as you loved sleep in on Saturday.

“Hey Rog” You breathed out, a knot of anxiety and excitement growing up in your belly. God you needed him. Just the sound of his delicious yet still sleepy voice wasn’t helping your state at all. “Are you busy right now ?” You murmured with a barely hidden excitement.

“Just working on some songs but yeah kinda. What’s up baby ?” You cleared your throat and let out a little nervous giggle, feeling all giddy and eager. “Now you’re definitively having my attention. I now this giggle, it’s the ‘i have something to tell you and I'm super excited about it’. One of my favourite one honestly” He chuckled, his fingers playing with one his drumstick and purposely ignoring Brian’s angry gaze.

“Well I woke up this morning in a really good mood” You beamed. “And I…I think I’m ready” You whispered the end of your sentence, excitement bubbling in your belly.

“Ready for…?” The drummer repeated a bit lost.

“I want to have sex with you Rog” You said bluntly, savouring the way your boyfriend’s breathing stopped for few seconds, taking in the new.

“Right now ?” That was the only thing he managed to choke out once the shock passed.

“Well the soonest the better” You giggled. “But if you’re busy…I guess I will wait for you tonight” You sighed a bit dramatically, biting your lips as you pictured Roger’s flustered face.

“You know what ? I just remember I have a very important medical appointment this morning” You grinned as you could hear the faint conversation of him and the boys. “I will be here in thirty minutes, baby” He quickly hanged up, his voice raspier than usual and it only added eagerness through your body.

After jumping in the shower, scrubbing every inch of your body, you had put on this beautiful new set of pink lingerie you were keeping for a special event like this one, you sprayed perfume behind your neck and on your wrists before giving your face a light but pretty makeup. You opted for a bold idea going on in your mind for few weeks now as you slid a short black skirt and a red lacy top, You were perfect and right on time as you heard Roger knocking on the door.

“When I open the door, I need you to close your eyes, okay ?” You murmured as you barely opened the door for the blond to hear you correctly.

“Oh I see” The drummer smirked but did as you said. You grabbed his hands and closed the door with your foot before walking him to the sofa. “You smell nice. God, why closing eyes is so exciting ?” He rumbled a bit as you giggled, pressing a single kiss on his parted lips.

“Here and don’t cheat !” You warned him after tying a blindfold behind his head as he laid against the couch, his hand absent-mindedly rubbing his chest slightly exposed by his unbuttoned shirt.

You quickly walked to the kitchen and grabbed your half-full bottle of tequila and drank a good sip of it, grimacing at the bitter taste. But it would help for what you were about to do. You walked back to the living-room and slid the record needle on the vinyl, the first beats on the sensual song echoing through the quiet room.

Yes, I’m ready by Barbara Mason.

You thought it would match the special occasion. And by the way Roger was smirking, he thought that too.

“Baby, I’m dying there. Can I open my eyes now ?” He pleaded but you said no, instead sliding your high heels on before walking to him, hips following the rhythm of the song. “Oh, alright” He shakily replied as you walked right between his parted legs, slightly rubbing your bum against his crotch.

“I don’t even know how to love you…Just the way you want me to…" You sang sensually into his ear, putting his hands on your plump waist as you started slowly dancing. You absolutely loved the way his lips parted as his palms went down your cheeks, feeling your body like it was the first time. "But I’m ready to learn…Yes I’m ready to learn…" You grabbed Roger’s hairs to crash your lips against his, giving a deep, hot kiss, his hands deliciously pressing against your arse.

"Babe, please. Let me see” The drummer murmured with a croaky voice, bottom lip crushed between his teeth. You simply giggled and kept dancing, linking yours and Roger’s hands together as you trailed your hands all over your body. “I’m so hard” He breathed out quietly, groaned softly as you brought his palms on your covered breasts, hips swinging in perfect synchronisation with the song.

“I don’t even know how to hold your hand…Just to make you understand…” You stood up and ignored his grunting as you walked few steps back, eyes closed as you followed the sensual beat, feeling absolutely powerful. “You can take off your blindfold, Rog” You whispered and you could guess the second he did as he let out an appreciative moan at your little dance. “But I’m ready to learn…Yes I’m ready to learn…” You opened your eyes and cockily winked at Roger, his gaze following every of your moves.

You sensually raised your top above your head but it get stuck and you could hear the drummer faintly chuckled.

“Need a hand, babe ?”

“Don’t” You warned him and finally threw the top away, messing your hairs a bit to give them that wild touch. "Stay right where you are”

“Bossy” He murmured with his tongue running on his pink lips. “I like that”

You ignored the small wave of embarrassment that had rush over you after the top accident and kept slowly moving in rhythm, digits teasing the zip of your skirt. You slowly pushed it down and this time everything went smoothly, the clothe pooling at the feet of your high heels.

“Wow” Roger swallowed thickly, his eyes wide as he took in your new and quite risqué lingerie set, his fingers drumming impatiently on his thigh. “You look…fuck, you look like a goddess, babe” He practically whined as you smiled cockily, pride bubbling in your belly.

“I don’t even know how to kiss your lips…” You murmured in perfect synchronisation as you straddled Roger’s lap, earning a little grunt from his throat. Hot. You teased him a bit, palms around his neck and lips wandering everywhere on his face except his mouth.

“Since when did you become such a tease ?” He whispered, eyes glistening with lust and evident need. Just for you.

“At a moment like this…” You ignored his rhetorical question and gently rolled your hips at the beat of the song, you and Roger eyes-fucking each other, his hands clenching roughly around your waist, palming shamelessly your generous hips. “But I’m going to learn how to do…” You grabbed his lower lip between your teeth, tugging on it dirtily. “All the things you want me to…” The sexual tension between the two of you was practically unbearable. The air was charged with electricity, a cloud of lust making your head dizzy and your knickers soaking wet. The feeling of the drummer hard cock between your thighs made you moaned lowly.

“Dear god…how long is this song ?” He cried as you kept circling your hips against him, slow and sensual. A light giggle leaving your mouth at his distress and eager state.

“Yes, I’m ready…” You caught one of his hand from your waist and slid it between your two body, a gasp escaping him at the wetness of your panties. He kept his hand here, rubbing his middle finger against your clit. The roughness of the cloth against your core was absolutely delicious. “Yes, I’m ready…I’m ready Roger” You murmured as the song ended, a deep silence falling in the room.

Your heavy breathing and the little panting of Roger were the only sounds breaking the quietness. And suddenly, like if someone had pop the lustful bubble where you and the drummer had been for the past minutes, you both crashed greedily your mouths against each other. Tongue and teeth knocking roughly for a dirty, desperate and urgent kiss.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby” Roger let go of your swollen mouth, his chest panting heavily after the short but intense make-out session. “Where all of this is coming from ?” He murmured slightly out of breath, his gaze falling in your wide neckline.

“Don’t know. Wanted to please you” You purred against his ear and watched his fingers almost timidly grazed at the delicate fabric of your bra. “It’s a bit too small but I found it cute” You shrugged as Roger’s pads followed the different lacy patterns adorning your lingerie.

It was quite a challenge to find a bra fitting perfectly your chest. Most people with large breasts had this issue. Either too small or too large. You usually bought bralettes, it was easier to fit your boobs and way more comfy but when you saw that light pink set of lingerie, you couldn’t help yourself. You needed it, even if you meant that some part of your breasts were slightly squishing out of the cup. But by the way Roger was drooling at the sight, mouth trailing lazy kisses on the roundness of your chest, he didn’t mind for a second.

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s not the only thing too small right now” He groaned and shifted under you, barely hiding the reference to his dick restricted by his pants. “God, did I ever tell how much I love your breasts ? So beautiful and big” He moaned, hands fully kneading them through the bra before he decided he had enough and took it off eagerly.

“Yeah, like once or twice” You giggled. “The first time I saw you at this shitty pub you barely looked at me in the eyes” You gently teased him as his warm tongue started playing with your right nipple. The smarty comment you wanted to add dying in your throat.

“That was totally your fault !” He gasped, pretending to be shock as his hands fell down your bum, fingers toying around the string of your thong. “Did you remember how wide was the cleavage of your red dress ? Huge. And with boobs like yours…killing match, darling” He grinned. “I remember pretty well how shitty the pub was, could barely keep my eyes of you and yours…nice assets. I played like shit because I wasn’t even watching my drums kit, missy”

“Maybe that was my ultimate purpose” You wiggled your brows, digits busy with a hard task : unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. It was a lot of struggle with the excitement running through your veins.

“Cheeky” Roger smirked before pressing a strangely delicate kiss on your mouth which quickly turned into a messy, hot one. “Should we move that to the bedroom ?” He breathed lowly against your lips, chuckling as you only replied with a pathetic whine.

He helped you stand up and both walked to the bedroom, Roger almost tripping over your abandoned skirt. He slammed the door louder than he attempted to but only shrugged before pushing you on the bed, kissing you again with a new hunger. You struggled to kick your high heels as your hands were secured in the drummer hairs and your brain was switched off.

“Rog…I need you” You gave a strong roll of hips against his crotch, earning a deep and, really sexy, groan from your hot boyfriend. “Now”

“Alright smart mouth, I’m gonna fuck you here and now…until you can’t walk anymore” He threw away his shirt quickly followed by your knickers, chuckling about how soaked you were. “How does it sound for you, baby ?” He grunted against your jaw, the sound of his belt being unbuckled making you squirmed under him.

“Very good” You moaned breathlessly. Roger let go of you few seconds as he kicked off his boxer, his hard rock cock immediately slapping against his stomach. You felt your core throbbed at the sight. “Rog” You whimpered, feeling cold, lonely and pretty desperate without him.

“I’m right here, love” The drummer gave your thick thigh a firm squeeze as he rolled a condom on his erected dick before positioning himself between your legs. “Fuck, I can’t bother with foreplay, just need to be inside you” His raspy voice murmured as he pushed your thighs wider. “Unless you want to ?” He glanced at you with fucked eyes, his forehead already sweating from the activities of earlier and you weren’t sure if there were prettier view that this one.

“Fuck no” You giggled. “We’ve been doing foreplay for the past three months” You gently stroked his cheek as he softly nuzzled into your hand, his way to making sure you were still in. “Fuck me Roger, please”

That was all he needed. The few first thrusts had been a bit painful until your walls were more stretched and ready to welcoming Roger’s cock, his lips kissing you tenderly at each little whines of yours. Quickly enough it was gone and you were begin to be use to the strange feeling of being full, legs crossed behind the drummer’s back. But you were still waiting for the fireworks promised. It was nice but nothing…much.

“How are you feeling ?” The blond murmured as he kept ramming into you, his biceps popping out the same way they did when he drummed.

“Good” You replied, trying to hide your growing deception, hand falling on your tits to tease yourself.

“You’re lying” Roger stated as he stopped moving, tilting his head on the side to look at you. “If you’re not having pleasure (Y/N) you can tell me, okay ? I’m a big boy, I can handle a little comment”

You hid your face behind your hands and scoffed : “I never meet anyone with an ego like yours, Rog. I don’t even know how you still pass through the door”

He chuckled gently and slid off you, moving your hands away from your face.

“Can’t denied that” He kissed the inside of your palms softly. “But I know I’m good in bed, baby. Always had good reviews from the previous girls” He cockily said, his fingers slowly rubbing your large thighs, a thing he absolute adored about you.

“Yeah keep talking about your previous flings, it’s definitively turning me on” You ironically replied, rolling your eyes as he snorted.

“Someone need to fuck this feisty attitude out of you” He commented, amusement dancing in his pupils. “And yes, The someone is me” He added before you could make a smarty comment. “Now turn around, on your knees” He ordered you, giving your arse a firm slap.

You surprisly liked it.

“We just need to find the right way to scratch this little sweet spot of yours” He murmured against your ear, his hands moving your arms to make you rested your upper body on your elbows. Then his palm went flat on your back, applying a small amount of pressure until you were perfectly arching, your bum in the air. “You look absolutely delicious like this, baby. Full-course meal” The drummer growled, fingers kneading at your generous cheeks bum.

“I feel ridiculous” You mumbled, feeling a bit anxious to expose your bare ass like that.

“Absolutely not” A sharp slap on your butt made your moaned lowly. Yeah, you definitively into the spanking thing. “I love your ass, you already know that. Probably my favourite part of yours” He kept massaging your bottom, his cock teasing your pussy, chuckling every time you wiggled against him. “Your delicious fat ass” He spanked you again, clearly noticing how much you liked it.

“Hey ! That’s not very nice !” You humphed at this last comment, giving him a glance from behind your shoulder.

“Sorry baby. Let me rephrase it. I love your beautiful curvy ass” He gave your butt a good bite. “Couldn’t resist that cute bottom of yours” Roger explained when you gasped at the sudden light pain. He shamelessly palmed it a bit more before sliding inside you easily. “Oh god” He hissed in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Shit” You cursed at the slight burning sensation quickly replaced with a new one, much better one.

“Your cunt is— fuck, so tight, baby” He stayed still few seconds, his heavy breathing falling on your bare shoulders, making you shivered slightly. “I’m not gonna last long, you’re feeling way too good, love” The blond warned you as he wrapped his hands around you voluptuous hips, gently massaging the skin.

You roughly bit your bottom lip as he started slamming into you, imposing you a steady rhythm and you could feel his smug grin as you started moaning loudly.

The new angle of your body was so much better. His cock could reach this perfect little spot on your wall, making it difficult for you to keep your eyes open. Your fingers were tightly clenching around the bedsheets, letting every whimpers and cries falling freely from your mouth.

“That’s it baby, moan my name, come on. Wanna hear you” Another sharp slap again your arse almost made your elbows give up but you kept steady, eyes rolling in the back of your head. “You’re so hot, Jesus, look at this perfect bum cheeks. So round and big, fuck" He quickened the pace and you were reduced to a moaning mess, holding at the bed frame for your dear life.

His name was the only coherent word of your vocabulary that you could manage to get out. You almost jolted out of his reach when his thumb found your clit but his arms kept you in place, mouth dropping few kisses on your back.

“Roger…Oh Rog!” You sobbed as the pressure inside you was almost unbearable, the urge to cum burning your belly. “I’m—"

You let out a ridiculously loud and pornographic sound as your orgasm rolled over you, easily the strongest you ever experienced.

“Shit, I can feel you clenching around me” The drummer hissed, his thrust becoming sloppier. “’m gonna cum on this pretty ass of yours, yeah ?” His breathless and raspy voice was an absolute delight to your ear, your arms gave up and you buried your head onto the mattress.

“Yeah” You managed to choke out, endless moans leaving your mouth as he gave few more deep thrust before sliding off you.

You whimpered at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

"God, you wear the colour red absolutely divinely my love” Roger murmured, one hand around his bare cock but his eyes ogling your burning butt cheeks. “Holy sh— shit” You felt the drummer cum slightly rolled on your bottom and down your cheeks, another strange turn on.

Night full of discoveries.

You laid down lazily as Roger threw the condom in the bin and cleaned your arse with few tissues. Then he flopped next to you, looking probably as fucked as you.

You didn’t speak for several minutes, both of you trying to catch your breath. His fingers were softly running up and down your back, eyes locked with each other. It felt even more intimate that the act of sex itself. You let out a little yawn and moved Roger’s hand to your hairs, his nails immediately grazing against your scalp just the way you loved it.

“Don’t even think of falling asleep on me, baby” The drummer whispered as your drooping eyelids. You let out a little ‘hum ?’, wordlessly asking him the reason. “I have few more positions in mind that I’ve been dreaming of testing with you for months now” He smiled cheekily at you and boy, you knew this was going to be a long night.

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rogerina-deacon · 5 years

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Plus size HC with Ben where they go to a concert together 💕

Yesss!!! Also this is gonna be only my second time writing exclusively for Ben so you should totally send me more Ben ideas

So, as a little birthday present Brian and Roger gave you and Ben front row tickets to see Queen + Adam Lambert

And the day finally came and, no surprise, you couldn’t find anything to wear

Ben was just laying on the bed being moral support

“Babe, how many times do I have to tell you that you look gorgeous no matter what you put on?”

“But Ben, literally everything I’ve tried on only makes me look bigger”

“If by that you mean that it accentuates your beautiful curves perfectly, then yeah”

“Babe, you will look perfect no matter what you wear, I promise”

So you decide on what was actually the first outfit you tried on hours ago

Bri and Rog had invited you and Ben to hang out backstage before the show, share a couple pre-show beers and catch up

But before you knew it, you both needed to get to yours seats

So for the rest of the night you and Ben ruin your voices, screaming along to the music

Of course you were playing the air guitar and Ben was playing the air drums

“Look babe, this is the same way Rog is playing the drums right now”

“Is it though?”

You also found yourself dancing to the beat a lot, swaying your hips pretty much constantly

And Ben was completely unable to keep his eyes off the way you were moving

He was so tempted to drag you to the bathroom at the venue and have awkward passionate concert bathroom sex

But he knew you wanted to enjoy the show so he just decides to wait and have awkward passionate concert venue parking lot sex

And he’s just thinking “damn, how’d I get so lucky” the entire time honestly

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littlemessyjessi · 5 years

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“Home Again”: Ben Hardy Imagine: PS Reader: Military Reader

Ben Hardy Imagine Ben Hardy x Reader Reader: PS Reader, Military Reader

(A/N: So this request is near and dear to my heart because my brother's in the army...and also currently deployed. So it's little ping in my dark little heart. Hope you enjoy!)

Imagine being on leave and surprising Ben...

The army was pretty much all you'd ever known.

Well, that's a lie.

It's what you'd known for quite some time but it was familiar to you anyway.

You had family who served and it seemed a natural fit for you.

You never realized how much you'd actually love it until you got into it.

You loved your country.

Regardless of who was 'running' it- you loved your country and the people in it.

And you loved being a soldier.

You'd served one term overseas and put more time in than you cared to admit on your home soil.

That's really how you met Ben.

Ben.

Just the thought of his name could make you sigh.

He was an actor- a damn good one- but more importantly he was the best person you knew.

And given your line of work- you'd met plenty of really good people.

But Ben- Ben was special.

You met during some down time for you.

Well, it was less down time and more just inactive.

You'd been back from your most recent deployment for about a year and a half and while your mother's construction business was good work- and you had a degree to get a job elsewhere....something just wasn't right.

And a buddy of yours knew this.

Suggested you run security for an upcoming movie his aunt was attatched to.

You landed the job easily and with good reason.

Your unit was fucking sharp and you kept a tight ship.

Security was an easy one for you.

Did people think you were a bitch at first?

Yes, of course, because you weren't there to make friends.

You were there to keep everyone safe.

There was a reason your unit called you Stonewall.

You had nerves of steel and didn't give a fuck about pleasantries when it was time to get down to business.

Did Joe Mazzello make it his personal mission to befriend you?

Of fucking course he did.

Why?

Because the film you ran security on was Bohemian Rhapsody and that lanky bastard followed you around as much as possible.

You'd handed his ass to him on more than one occasion.

And it was there that you met Ben.

Such a sweet guy.

All blond hair and lovely light eyes and those impossibly beautiful lips of his.

Damn him for being so attractive.

And he was fucking sweet too which made it all the more worse.

If he'd just been an asshole you could've brushed him off.

You tried to more than once actually and his face flushed and he just kind moved away.

You felt awful and tracked him down...in like two seconds, lol.

You apologized and the two of you pretty much because inseperable since.

You were so close because no one had ever understood your schedule more than him and the same applied for him.

You both had to be away for long periods with sometimes unreasonable hours.

It was crazy.

But you actually wanted to be together and that was what mattered.

For Ben....the hardest thing was your latest deployment.

He tried so hard to keep it together as you stood in that airport together.

The reality is...no one knows if your moments together will be your last but with military....

Well, it's just a lot more real.

He cried so hard.

You didn't want to leave him.

He apologized and you kissed him so hard his knees locked up on him and he nearly fell.

Leaving him to get on that plane was the hardest thing you'd ever done before.

It was harder than leaving your family the first time.

It was harder than being in Iraq on the phone with your brother as his wife had their first baby.

It was the worst.

But nothing, not all the bad feelings, could even come close to feeling of love and adoration you had for him now.

Now, you stood just out of sight as he sat in a chair facing an interviewer.

She was a nice, young lady who was a part of the plan and was so patient with the whole ordeal.

She asked a few questions before she brought up the subject of a girlfiend.

"So, I gotta ask about your girlfiend." she said. "We've seen pictures of your occasionally and you two are just so adorable!"

You could barely contain your smile as you watched him figit and the tips of his ears go red.

"Yes, she's amazing." he said. "Love of my life."

"And she's in the military right?" she asked.

"Yeah." he said. "One of the strongest people I know. I mean, I can't really talk about her job much you know. That's all private. You know how it is."

She nodded, "Of course. I hear that she's deployed right now. I'm sure that's tough. I know a lot of significant others of military members can sympathize."

"Yeah." he said running a hand over his face. "It's probably one of the most difficult things I've ever had to go through but I love her more than anything. And she's so strong and brave and - she's just so smart. I have no doubt in her ability to do anything. I mean, I worry, of course but she's honestly like a real life superhero."

"Oh! That's high praise coming from an Xmen!" she teased and he laughed warming your heart.

"I'll never live this down." he laughed and shook his head.

"Oh, not proud of your xmen days?" she asked.

"No, no." he said. "I am. And very grateful for the opportunity. I just don't want to be forever remembered as the shirtless guy."

She nodded, "Well, I have one last question for you and then I promise I'll let you be."

Ben just nodded.

"If your girlfriend were here right now, what would you say to her?" she asked.

Ben blowed a sigh from between his lips.

"Oh, man. I- well, I'd say a lot. I always do. Poor girl probably thinks I never shut up when we get those chats together. I'd tell her a I love her, I suppose. She knows that though. Actually, no- I'd tell her that I know she took my tshirt with her and that's she's a liar." he laughed.

"I damn well did not!" you defended and snatched the small curtain back before you could get ahold of yourself. "Joseph Mazzello took it for Cardy B!"

You watched as he tensed and then slowly turned around.

His eyes zoned in on you and you watched them water for a second.

"Babe?" he asked, softly.

"It was supposed to be more romantic than this." You offered with a small smile. "But you accused me of theft."

He bolted from the chair and snatched you into his arms.

He was already crying at this point and naturally- so were you.

That man had you fucking whipped sometimes.

The interviewer called for the cameras to be turned off to give you a bit of privacy and you sent her a thank you while she went to finish up in the other room.

" What? When? Why?" Ben rambled.

"When? I got off the plane this morning and drove straight here." You said. "And why? We're home baby. For a while. Possibly...for good."

He damn near crushed you in a hug.

And then he glared at you with a look that could've melted your soul.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" he pressed.

"To be fair, I wasn't able to say anything until I was back on home soil." you said with a shrug. "And seeing as how that was the case- I figured...I could do a little surprise. I knew you were working. I may have called your publicist."

He rolled his eyes.

"He helped me set everything up." you said. "Which reminds me, I need to take him out to lunch because he pulls off an unholy feat in like six hours. Where is he?"

You turned to leave but Ben trapped you in his arms with a laugh.

"Baby, I haven't seen you in eleven months. Do you honestly think I'll be releasing even one moment to anyone for like- at least a month?"

"Now, Benjamin." you scolded him.

"Whatever." he said pulling your lips to his. "I'll suffer the consequences, Captain."

"Drop and give me five." you teased.

"How about five orgasms, how about that?" he teased biting your ear.

"Ben!" you laughed as he wound you up in his arms again.

Whether you were New York or Japan or even France...home was in his arms.

And it was damn sure good to be home.

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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Masterlist

Here it is y’all! I’ll do my best to update it regularly :)

The numbers refer to my Prompt List

Hallow-Queen Prompts HallowQUEEN Masterlist

Series/Long Fics

My Man (Ben!Roger x Reader) Part I Part II Part III (kinda steamy at the end) Part IV Part V (tw: attempted sexual assault) Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Epilogue Bonus Blurb

Catching Up (Joe x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI (contains smut) Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Epilogue

Dancing With Ben (Ben x Reader) Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 Week 4 Week 5 Week 6 Week 7 Week 8 (contains smut) Week 9 Week 10 Week 11 Week 12 Epilogue

I Don’t Like You or Your Band (John Deacon x Reader) Preview Full Fic (contains smut)

Lingerie (Joe Mazzello x Reader) Sneak Peek (smut) Full Fic (smut)

Peace Like A River (Gwilym x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Part XI Epilogue

Imagines/Requests

Ben Hardy Ben and post-baby reader Ben saves reader from attack at a party (tw: attempted sexual assault) Ben and reader love at first sight (very fluffy) Ben helps reader with a sprained ankle Ben fights with reader about screenshots online Reader sees Ben’s ex on his Insta Reader is daughter of a Hollywood exec Ben and a younger woman Ben falling for a bookshop girl Ben wants to take you on vacation Ben and Filipino reader Running away from your asshole fiance with Ben Trying to start a family with Ben Long distance relationship with Ben (fluffy) 15 and 43 29 and 46 (smut) Introducing his boyfriend to the rest of he BoRhap boys 20, 21, 22 (smut) 1 and 44 (smut) 2 and 25 Dad!Ben (fluffy) Domestic fluff w/ daughter and baby #2 on the way Starring with him in a movie Morning sex with Ben (smut) Telling him you’re pregnant on his birthday Ben and your daughter surprising you on Mother’s Day Getting with Joe’s brother on set What You Deserve Firsts Reuniting after breaking up Misunderstanding you and Roger’s relationship When his fans are rude to you Dating an Australian HCs Dating a punk girl Teaching him drums for BoRhap Coaching your daughter’s soccer team Sub!Ben w/ pegging (smut) Asking you to have a baby with him (smut) Relieving his stress (smut) Comforting you after getting a haircut Asking him to make a sex tape (kinda steamy) Taking care of you after getting your tonsils out

Joe Mazzello Joe and reader find out they’re having twins Joe and reader with PTSD WWI AU with soldier!Joe and nurse!reader (very fluffy) Cheering up Rami’s sister after a breakup Meeting Joe after a long term relationship Drunk crying over Joe Joe helping reader with body image issues Meeting Joe on a blind date Getting with Joe at Rami and Lucy’s wedding (fluffy) A musical proposal Joe comforting you after a nightmare (kinda steamy) Surprising you at work Comforting you when stress triggers depression Taking a bath with him (steamy) Drunkenly seducing him (steamy) You and Joe having lots of kids + one more 15 and 19 49 and 20 (smut) 40 and 49 36 and 50 21 and 27 (smut) Accidentally revealing you’re pregnant in an interview 28 and 34 41, 44, 23 Joe being clingy in his sleep Neighbor!Joe Romantic dinner away from the kids (steamy) Part II of ^ (smut) Fighting before he goes on a trip Joe wants to move in together but Y/N is hesitant When you’re different from his exes Choosing adoption Taking your grandmother’s ring to propose Celebrating going to college together Taking care of you on your birthday Comforting him after a breakup Proposing to you after a roller coaster Bath bomb proposal (kinda steamy) Morning sex with Joe at your parents’ house (smut) Morning sex interrupted by your baby (smut) Dancing to Somebody to Love at your wedding Baking with him on a lazy weekend Wedding night (smut) Introducing him to Stranger Things He takes you to a Yankees game Dad!Joe on your daughter’s birthday Stargazing with him Sub!Joe (smut) Dancing to Senorita Watching fireworks with him Keeping you up to watch the cricket world cup Starting the family band Aftercare with Joe Going to Burger King at 1AM Falling asleep watching TV Drunk makeout with Joe HCs Comforting you after losing your cat Wanting you to stay in bed with him Being Joe’s stylist (smut) Convincing you to dance with him Playing Just Dance with him Getting together while on vacation (smut) Feeling like you’re not good enough for him Doing a bunch of DIY around the house Discovering his size kink (smut) Camping adventures Your first time sleeping together (smut) Catching you masturbating (smut) At your wedding reception Rami and Lucy hyping you and Joe up for your first date Falling asleep/waking up next to him HCs (kinda steamy) Distracting you from your yoga (smut) Telling him you want to wait until marriage Embarrassing your kids in front of their friends Going to bed angry HCs Turning him on in public (smut) Saying goodbye before college Drifting apart HCs (angst)

Gwilym Lee Gwilym comforts bartender reader Threesome with Gwilym and Rami (kinda steamy but also not my best work) Gwilym helps reader destress after exams (extremely fluffy) Giving Gwil a strip tease (kinda steamy) Gwil almost makes you watch Child’s Play Gwil helps reader who is afraid of storms (FLUFFY AS SHIT PROBABLY MY FAVORITE) Gwilym and reader fight before a party Gwilym’s best friend has feelings for him Gwilym comes home after a month away Gwil and reader say goodbye to their dog (PAINFUL) Gwil used to make fun of reader in school Fighting for you at a bar Comforting him through loss of a loved one (fluffy) Playing Chrissy in BoRhap Reader attacked while with Gwil at a bar (tw: attempted sexual assault) Meeting Gwil and his friends at the bar Fighting with him before a business trip Getting into an accident and Gwil stays by your side Waking up with Gwilym (fluffy) 9, 29, 43 Baking Introducing you to Brian and Roger Comforting you after a bad breakup Being with an American on 4th of July Surprising him on his birthday Firsts Moving in together Gwil and Playmate!Reader (smut) “Strangers at a bar” (smut) Dressing as schoolgirl for him (smut) Sub!Gwil w/ slight breeding kink (smut) Comforting you about your nose When you get you wisdom teeth out

Rami Malek Rami hooks up with a fan at the bar (smut) Part II of ^ Rami and reader skinny dip in their pool (kinda steamy) Helps reader with writer’s block relax (smut) Reader has a hard time showing emotions Taking care of sick Rami (fluffy) Defending Rami Fighting with Rami Rami winning you over on set (kinda steamy) An unexpected proposal 36 and 29 Seeing you without makeup Sub!Rami headcanons (smut) Proposing to you after sex (brief smut) Rami in drag for BoRhap HCs (smut) Under The Stars Friends to lovers Telling him you’re terminally ill (angsty as fuck) Taking your daughter to her first day of school Rami and deaf!reader cooking for his family

Lucy Boynton Helping her with her wedding Celebrating your anniversary Relieving the sexual tension (smut) Coming out to the cast together Getting drunk and admitting her feelings to you When your daughter is getting bullied

Allen Leech Taking you home to Ireland

Brian May Finding out Brian cheated (ANGSTY) Brian proposing on stage (fluffy) Brian and reader fuck at the drive in (smut) Brian and HS gf lose their virginities (smut) Brian comforts reader after serious accident (very fluffy) Brian and reader with ADHD Reader passes out and goes to hospital Brian and reader’s wedding day Dom!Bri blurb (smut) Road tripping with Brian (kinda steamy) Confessing his feelings under the stars You and Brian’s daughter coming out You and Brian’s daughter marrying her girlfriend 2 and 46 (smut) 50 Brian and plus size reader 40 (smut) 20 and 31 28, 33, 36 Roger’s groupies make fun of Brian’s gf Carrying you to bed b/c of an injury All his pet names for you Being insecure he might be cheating “Rumor has it I make you nervous” Enemies w/ benefits to lovers Becoming smitten with a flutist Defending you from the press

Roger Taylor Flirting with reader after a gig Rog gets jealous when John accidentally sees reader nude Making up after a fight Performing Rocky Horror for him (kinda steamy) Teaching his best friend the drums Dreaming Roger was in an accident 60s Roger 80s Roger and Filipino reader Roger and Latina reader Roger confessing his feelings after a car accident 10, 17, 37 Passing notes “All I Wanted” songfic She’s out of my life (angsty) Fighting with his childhood friend but getting together Being amused by your emotions on your period Public quickie with Roger (smut) 8, 17, 38 Doing his Rogerina makeup

John Deacon Joe!John kissing reader for the first time 20 and 42 27 and 21 Meeting John on SNL Helping you with period pain Talking about you in an interview Waking him up on his birthday

Freddie Mercury 19 He’s your first kiss 27 (fluffy) 46 Comforting you during stress When he isn’t there for you (daughter!reader)

BoRhap Boys Pregnancy fluff Discussing accents Ben interrupts you and Gwil’s wedding Helping you when you’ve been rejected

Queen Helping their protege after she gets pregnant Choosing between Brian and Roger Taking care of you after fracturing your tailbone

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 5 years

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RPF Masterlist

Queen/BoRhap Boys

The Origins of Rogerina [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader Word Count: 4,563 [3 Parts] Rating: Mature

I’m In Love With My Car [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader Word Count: 1700 Rating: Teen

Inspirations [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Original Character Word Count: 1563 Rating: Explicit

Frosty Love [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader Word Count: 1442 Rating: Teen

Dear Diamond [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor/Brian May/Reader Word Count: 893 Rating: Teen

Mr Rockstar [x] Pairing: Brian May x Reader Word Count: 2349 Rating: Teen

Fat Bottomed Girls [x] Pairing: Brian May x Plus Size! Reader Word Count: 2665 Rating: Explicit

We Are A Family [x] Pairing: John Deacon x Reader Word Count: 5000 [4 Parts] Rating: Teen

Early Christmas Present [x] Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader Word Count: 1289 Rating: Gen

Tell Me You’re Pretty [x] Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader Word Count: 630 Rating: Gen

Due Date [x] Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader Word Count: 1968 Rating: Teen

Actors

Rave Review [x] Pairing: Richard Madden x Original Character Word Count: 2046 Rating: Explicit

New Man [x] Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Teen

Galway Girl [x] Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 2050 Rating: Explicit

Instagram Famous [x] Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 2050 Rating: Gen

Getting You Home [x] Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader Word Count: 3400 Rating: Explicit

Warm Welcome [x] Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader Word Count: 1300 Rating: Gen

Double Jeopardy [x] Pairing: Bradley Cooper x Reader Word Count: 1550 Rating: Explicit

Amnesia [x] Pairing: Colin Jost x Scarlett Johansson Word Count: 800 Rating: Teen

Oh Baby [x] Pairing: Zendaya x Reader Word Count: 668 Rating: Teen

Not Just a Storyline [x] Pairing: Alycia Debham-Carey x Reader Word Count: 650 Rating: Gen

Chris Evans

You’re The One [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 3200 Rating: Mature

Lessons In Love [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Original Character Word Count: 41,500 [30 Parts] Rating: Mature

Conflicted [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 24,000 [12 Parts] Rating: Explicit

Just A Fling, Yeah? [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 20,000+ [11 Parts] Rating: Explicit

More Than Just a Fling [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1945 Rating: Teen

The Cutest Customer [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Gen Word Count: 2062

I’ve Missed You [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 2242 Rating: Explicit

A Tipsy Nurse and Her Patient [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 1000

Fine Dining [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Original Female Character Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2500

Never Have I Ever [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: General Word Count: 861

Happier [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 1200

Age Is Just A Number [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 3095

Oh Daddy [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 400 Rating: Gen

I’ve Missed You [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 2250 Rating: Explicit

A Wake-Up Call [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 925

Only If You Want Me To [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 3352

Sebastian Stan

I Got the Boy [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Rating: General Word Count: 643

Such a Cute Couple [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Rating: General Word Count: 2005

Are You Flirting With Me? [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 1214

Any Fool Can Make a Baby? [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Rating: 513 Word Count: Teen and Up

Is That the Only Reason? [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Greek Reader Rating: Gen Word Count: 1782

Jesse Williams

Let’s Play A Game [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 640 Rating: Teen

Baby Brain [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 900 Rating: Teen

A Gentleman Never Tells [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Teen

Spill Your Guts [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 950 Rating: Teen

Marry Me? [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 400 Rating: Teen

Nervous Babe? [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen

Newsworthy [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1100 Rating: Teen

Teeny Tiny Crush [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Gen

Royals

Breakfast Then Bed [x] Pairing: Prince Harry x Reader Word Count: 800 Rating: Gen

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fancycakedragon · 5 years

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Yellow Dress

Ben Hardy X Reader

Warning(s): none

A/N: Just wanted a piece with my fave blondie.

Masterlist

"(Y/N) as fun as it sounds," Ben said speaking into his phone, "wouldn't you have more fun dress shopping with your friends, or the bridemaids?"

You had called minutes ago asking him to join you so you could have a second opinion on which dress to buy for your cousin's wedding.

You sighed the sound being picked up, "We kept rescheduling the day to go together cause of my work but when I was finally free I got sick. So I just told the girls to go buy their dresses without me."

"I honestly don't think I know enough to help," Ben said nervously.

"Just tell me if it looks good or not and we'll survive. Before you say no just think of me giving you the face," you teased.

Ben chuckled but he was already imagining your eyes staring at him pathetically and your bottom lip pouting. That expression always got him to give into you.

You met Ben when he became your maths tutor in University. The two of you found yourselve's spending time together after studying and easily slid into a comfortable friendship and later became best friends.

"I hate you," he muttered only for you to cheer.

"Meet me downtown in thirty minutes."

The two of you had gone through a number of boutiques and stores without you even having ancidea of what you wanted. You kept insiting that you'd know it when you saw it but Ben was getting tired.

Ben groaned as he followed you into another store, "I'm saying this because I love you, you're overthinking this. Just get something nice so I can sit down."

"Fine, if we don't find anything here I'll just wear something I already have," you said feeling yourself slowly start to give up.

Thats when you saw the beautiful dress, hanging on a rack among others. "Ooh, look at this one. Think I'd look good in it?"

Ben tilted his head at it, "Why dont you try it?"

You picked your size and went into the fitting room to try it. The dress was a deep mustard yellow starting off with a plunging sweetheart neckline. The top section was covered with a delicate lace pattern stopping at the top of your waist. The rest was a pleated skirt that fell down past your mid thigh. You stood as your reflection looked back at you. Ben came behind you hands stuffed in his pockets, his eyes meeting yours with a knowing smile.

You smiled back, "This is it. We can go celebrate with drinks now, you're buying of course."

"Why am I buying?"

"Cause I did last time, plus you got that Hollywood money," you joked.

Ben shook his head chuckling.

"Just let me change and pay for this," you located the tag, "How much is- oh shit!"

"What, what's wrong with it?!"

"This dress is worth two paychecks. Fuck me, I can't afford this," you let out a puff of air.

Ben lifted a shoulder, "I can."

Your head snapped to look at him, "No."

"What, why not?"

"Because, I dont want you to. I'll wait for it to go on sale."

"By then the wedding will already have happened. C'mon it's not like I'm taking out a loan or anything. I got that hollywood money, baby," he said with a raised brow and confident smirk.

You laughed pushing at his chest, "Stop."

"Just let me buy you this one dress, think of it as an early birthday present?"

You chewed on you lip before nodding, "Fine but I'll have to pay you back."

~~~~~

You'd managed to get Ben as your plus one. Since he was well accuainted with your family the wedding had been a great time. He was catching up with some family members of your while you went off to dance during the reception.

You saw an elderly man tapping his foot watching everyone else dance from his seat. If you could remember correctly he was your cousin's, wife's great uncle. You approached him with a smile, "Hey Uncle Mike, wanna dance."

He shook his head politely, "Not unless the DJ plays something from this century."

You laughed before cupping your hands over your mouth and bellowing in the direction of the DJ, "Play something from this century!" Ok so you were a little buzzed but who cared, it was a wedding.

The DJ looked at you and replied with a finger gun in your direction. The next song began and you looked back at Mike. "Sounds current, let's hit the dance floor."

Mike chortled getting up carefully and following you. You easly slipped into the song's rhythm moving along with Mike. You dress shone the fabric catching the lights cascading from the chandalier.

Ben smiled seeing you enjoying yourself. No one ever pushed you two to be more than friends but sometimes he wondered what it would have been like to be college sweethearts. The idea dissipated when Ben got more serious with his acting and was gone for months at a time, only seeing you at random weeks.

With the song coming to an end he saw Mike tilting his head in his direction. You looked over and saw Ben's gaze on you. After a quick exchange you gave the man a kiss on the cheek and went over to your friend.

With a cheeky grin you held out your hand for him, "Don't even think about saying "no"."

~~~~~

You were quickly putting on your shoes and jacket as you prepared to leave.

Ben was lounging on your couch when he asked, "Where's the date again?"

You looked up at him briefly, "I'm gonna be having dinner at some high end michelin star restaurant."

Ben pressed his lips together trying to push down his disappointment. He could take you to dinner, hell he'd take you anywhere if you asked. But you never did, so he sat there admiring the way that yellow dress followed your curves. Damn you were too good to be true sometimes.

"Don't stay up, and lock my door. G'night," you said before rushing out of the apartent.

You sat at the restaurant waiting for your date. Your fifteen minute wait became half an hour then two. The entire time you were holding off the waitress assuring her someone else was coming knowing deep down you'd been stood up. It wasn't until you got a notification on your phone that your resolve broke. The person that was supposed to be having dinner with you had posted an instagram video of them partying it up in a yatch. You couldn't even begin to fathom the heartlessness and idiocy of one person. Pressing your lips together you got the waitresses attention getting your check.

When you got home you hastily tried to unlock your door in order to avoid seeing Ben. His apartment was only three doors down and he had a habit of catching while you were at your door.

You were about to run into the safety of your home when you heard his voice, "Y/N, How was the date?"

"Got stood up, going to bed," you mumbled.

Ben reached for your arm, "Hey,are you ok, do you want to talk?"

You shook your head so lightly it was barely noticable, "Maybe tomorrow when it's not so fresh."

"Ok," he said with an understanding nod, "Well I got some take out from No More Mr. Rice Guy. There's some extra in here for you."

"Really?" the grumbling in your stomach signaled a need to be sated.

Ben chuckled, "C'mon, I was about to binge watch Good Omens."

With a new gleam in your eye you kicked of your shoes and slipped out of your jacket you following him into his apartment.

~~~~~

Ben had made a point to tell you what that yellow dress did to him before the two of you left. You would have been significantly late if you hadn't stopped him the moment his fingers traced your shoulder blades, reaching for the zipper.

Everyone was laughing at a story that Joe was telling. You had all gathered together for an intimate cocktail dinner. The conversations were light and everyone around the table was in a relaxed state you rarely saw in them.

A long time back you had noticed Ben liked having some sort of contact with you. And when you started dating it was amped up. An arm around your shoulder or waist, his knees touching yours, his head on your shoulder, and most often a hand on your thigh.

So it wasn't unusual when his hand landed there. Your worry only began to grow when you felt it travel higher. You pressed your lips together as his index finger pressed against your clit. The others didn't seem to notice anything but you worried the sudden pounding in your heart was so loud it could be heard by the people in the next house.

He gently patted the inside of your thigh and legs moved apart enough to give his hand more room.

Without removing his attention away from the conversration Ben moved your underwear aside dipping his finger into your sopping core. He moved finger in and out torturously slow making sure to rub your clit as well only making you crave more.

"Oh god," you whispered breathelessly. The talking died down with eveyone turning to you.

Ben's hand slowed to a stop, "Anything the matter?"

You let out a nervous laugh, "Nothing just remembered I have a report I need to have done for work."

Picking up your drink and downing the rest of it you pushed away from the table making Ben retract his hand quickly, "We're leaving. Now."

~~~~~

You stared at the remaining mud covered dress now in tatters.

"What happeped?" you asked in a strained whisper looking at the six year old before you.

Your son shrugged looking down at his feet, "I saw it on the bed. And when you wear it it looks so pretty. So, so-" his sniffles took over as tears began to spill from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know Frankie was gonna take it and I tried to to g-g-get it back! Then she ran outside and you told me not to go in the rain and I'm really really sorry! Don't be angry!" Your son's sobs had his shoulders shaking.

"Evan, baby, It's alright. Everyone makes mistakes," you dropped the dress and pulled his shaking form to you trying to soothe his cries.

Evan wiped his nose with the sleeve of his shirt, "Are you angry with me?"

You sighed shaking your head, "I'm sad because it was my favorite. But I'll be fine. Just be more careful, ok?" You smiled down at him wiping down his tears.

Evan nodded vigorously still trying to calm down.

"Evan, where are you little bean? We gotta get ready," Ben called coming into your room. When he enter he assesed the scene his brows pulling together in worry. Then his eyes saw the dress, "What..."

Your eyes flitted to it for a second, "Don't worry about it." You thought back to all the memories one cut of yellow fabric held. The fun times, the heartache, the moment you realized Ben was who you wanted to go through life with you, all of it. But holding your child you knew you couldn't dwell on it. There were more memories to be made.

Ben kneeled next you giving you kiss. "You know I still have that hollywood money," he mumbled against your lips.

You giggled, "Are you ever going to let that go?"

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