#lowkey the idea came to me because i fell asleep c***warming a d***o lmao

[illfoandillfie]

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Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Summery: Roger’s delayed getting home from tour.

Warnings: SMUT (18+),but it’s like light smut lmao,cock warming,morning sex,just like some fluffy bullshit really

Words: 2326

A/N: Been a lil minute since I wrote Rog and I kinda missed him. this idea came to me last week and wouldn't leave me alone lmao

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It had been a couple of months since you’d seen Roger face to face. The biggest downside of dating a rock star was dealing with his absence. Everyone seemed insistent on dragging him away from you, often to the other side of the world. You took comfort knowing he missed you as much as you missed him, and that he was leaving you to live out his lifelong dream. What could be more important than that? When he was away, he called frequently to check in with you. You’d laugh about whatever drama he’d had to endure during rehearsal (though privately you were sure he exaggerated) and then you’d tell him all about what he was missing back home. But the further into the tour he got, the more the calls changed. Gone were the long conversations that unpacked every minute aspect of your day. They were replaced with long conversations that answered the question how was your day? in the first five minutes and dedicated the rest of the time to talk of possible ways to celebrate his eventual return, growing steadily filthier. The problem was that, having moved in together, you’d become accustomed to a certain amount of physical intimacy that you just weren’t getting without Roger there. You missed being able to startle him by laying ice cold hands against the back of his neck, missed cuddling up with him on the couch. You even missed the way he’d pinch your bum as he hugged you, laughing when you squealed in response and batted his chest with your palm. Of course, you missed the sex too. He’d always claimed to be a good lay and, so far, he hadn’t disappointed you. It wasn’t always easy to unwind after a long or hard day of work without being able to grab Roger by the hand and pull him into the bedroom for a few hours, and sometimes the forced abstinence just added to any tensions or stresses you were already dealing with. Plus it was nice to have someone you enjoyed having sex with, who liked making you feel good, and it kind of just sucked to lose that. So being stuck with nothing but your imagination soon had you desperate for Roger’s return and he seemed to feel the same. By the end of the tour you’d abandoned all pretence and we just having straight up phone sex every other night, Roger locked away in his hotel room, you wherever you’d happened to pick up the phone – bedroom or kitchen or lounge room, it didn’t matter.

There was some mild embarrassment at the thought of what may be said of you if anyone were to overhear. Things mentioned in the heat of the moment often seemed silly after you’d hung up, the fog of needy lust subsiding. But while you were on the phone you couldn’t care less who heard what, as long as Roger was there, listening to you, describing his own ideas in response. It was good that Roger had just as large a disregard for anyone else’s ears as you because you were sure one of the boys would be in the room next to his, probably able to hear everything he said. Perhaps if they’d been able to hear your voice, your moans, you would have been more concerned, but you were alone on your end of the line, free to be as loud as you liked. And when you were lying in bed, one hand shoved down the front of your pants, listening to Roger describe how he wanted to fuck you, loud is exactly what you were. The hand that wasn’t pressed to your clit held the phone held tight to your ear, as if loosening your grip would shake you loose from Roger himself.

“Christ I miss your cunt,” he groaned down the line, the sound of his hand sliding over his dick audible beneath his words, “tell me you miss my cock,”

“God yes Rog,” you whined, a little startled by just how much you meant it. “Miss how you fuck me. My fingers are fucking shit compared to the way it feels when you fill me,”

“Shit, love. The second I see you I’m going to slide into your pussy and just stay there for as long as I can.”

“I’ll squeeze down on you,” you warned, not in the mood to think about being full and unfucked.

“Good. I’ll cum in you and then stay there until you’re squirming and begging and I’m hard enough to pound you. Fuck you so loud the neighbours complain. Might even keep myself stuffed inside you until I can start round three.”

“Jesus Rog,”

“You like the sound of that? Being my own personal cock sleeve?”

“Mmhmm, so much. You could live in me. Just stay inside me forever, fucking me and pumping me full of cum over and over.”

“Fuck. I can hear how wet you are.”

So it usually went, or something similar.

But, unfortunately, your most recent phone call was nowhere near as fun. Roger had meant to be home by six. You’d been excited and spent the afternoon getting things ready. A nice hot bath with your favourite scents, fresh sheets for you to ruin the minute he walked in the door, a bottle of wine for afterwards. It would pair nicely with the steaks and sides you’d prepped – all easy and fast to cook as soon as you’d recovered enough. You even put on some of your nicest underwear. Not your fanciest lingerie because it was likely to be torn in his haste to undress you, but it was a matching set and one you knew he liked. But six o’clock came and went and he didn’t walk in the door. Enough time passed that you’d gotten cold waiting in just your undies, so you’d thrown a robe over the top and settled in front of the TV under a blanket. But it was hard to relax when you didn’t know where Roger was or why he hadn’t come home when he said he would. After a few more hours the phone rang and you raced to it, slightly worried you were about to hear something devastating. You sighed in relief at the sound of Roger’s voice but he didn’t have much time to chat. He rushed out an explanation for his being late – something about a weather delay and missing luggage – and then hung up again. A little upset at having to wait even longer to see him, and that your night had been ruined, you fixed yourself a quick dinner, leaving the steaks for the next day instead. You didn’t change though, just in case, your head flicking towards the front door at every little sound. It was late when you finally decided to call it a night, stumbling up to your room, not even bothering to change into pyjamas before you slipped under the covers.

The next thing you knew was being woken by someone climbing into bed next to you, the chill of his fingers making you shiver as he brushed hair off your face. You cracked an eye open, but the sun hadn’t risen and it was hard to see more than a vague outline, Roger’s quick apology for waking you confirmation of who he was. He felt you move to try and get a better look and softly told you to go back to sleep. Instead you waited for him to finish undressing and then shuffled closer, reaching out for him. He let you wrap your arms around him, repaid you with a soft kiss.

“You’re home,” you mumbled, not fully awake.

“Finally. Sorry I’m late,” his voice was low and rough and comforting to hear, right beside your ear, undistorted by connection issues and distance, “Fucking terrible night. But I’m glad to see you again.”

“Not quite the welcome I’d planned,” you said through a yawn.

He laughed softly and kissed the tip of your nose, “Me neither.”

“I got all dressed up and everything,”

Roger raised the blankets into the air, peaking under, trying to see what you meant, letting out a low whistle and a “now I really wish I’d been here sooner,” though you weren’t convinced he could actually see the set through the grey black of the early hour.

You laughed sleepily and raised a hand to stroke his cheek as he fell back to the pillow.

“I was thinking about you the whole way home,” he broke off to yawn, “Had to have a quick wank halfway across the Atlantic,” he yawned again and let his eyes shut for a moment, blinking them back open to look at you with a hint of his cheeky grin.

“Remember when you said you’d fuck me as soon as you saw me,”

“Not sure I have the energy for that. Don’t think you do either.”

You hummed in agreement, the sandman tugging at the corners of your brain, but there was another idea there too. Something more insistent. You tightened your grip on Roger, adjusted yourself to be more comfortable, pulled his head closer to the crook of your neck, able to feel his warm breath on your bare skin. “Kinda want you inside me anyway, Rog.”

“Really?”

The more you thought about it the more you wanted it. You’d missed his presence in the house, the smell of his shampoo and his cigarettes and his aftershave all mixed together, the way his laugh could fill a room, how it felt to sit in the backyard on a warm day and listen to him plucking at one of his guitars, the way he smiled when he said he loved you. And now that he was back all you wanted was to keep him close, listen to his every breath, feel his hair tickling your neck, the scratch of his stubble before he shaved, his warmth seeping into your skin. Just lying beside him wasn’t enough. You wanted to drown in him, completely and utterly surround yourself in him. But that was too hard to explain so early in the day, when you’d had only a couple hours sleep and he seemed to be running on even less. So you replied with a short, “Mmhmm,” lilting upward, and dropped your lips to the top of his head.

“You sure?” his question was an exhale against your throat, fingertips dancing closer to the waistband of your knickers.

“Positive. Just for a bit, please,”

He stifled another yawn as he pushed your underwear down, letting you kick them off one foot as he got rid of his own. There was a pause as he ran his hand along his length in long lazy strokes, a needy whine caught on the tip of your tongue as you waited. But it died there, replaced by a gasp as he pulled your leg over him and slowly sunk into you. Your fingers tightened where they lay and you felt his groan as vibrations against your throat as he filled you inch by inch.

“You okay?”

“Perfect,” you whispered back, “Welcome home.”

Roger hummed and breathed deep, taking a moment to wiggle into a slightly more comfortable position, hitching your leg up a little higher, tilting your head down so he could find your lips again. You saw his eyes flutter shut as he relaxed into the pillows, content to just stay like that until he could summon the energy to do more. You let your own eyes shut too, relishing the way it felt to be stretched around him, listening to his breaths slowing down and evening out.  

It was Roger’s groan that made you stir. An almost desperate sound, though he tried to keep it quiet. Slowly you blinked your eyes open, trying to tell whether Roger was awake yet too, or whether the noise was made in his sleep. You could see him clearer now, the bags under his eyes, the ruffled unkempt look of his hair. Your leg was still slung over him, slipped a little from where he’d placed it, and without thinking you made to move it back. Roger groaned again as a small gasp left you, the full memory of what had happened the previous night returning to you. It was weird, waking up so full, but not unpleasant.

“Y/N,” he sighed, “you up?”

“Mmhmm,”

“Love, do that again and we’re going to have a mess to clean up,” he warned, softly.

“How long you been awake?”

“Not long. But you’ve been clenching around me a bit in your sleep and I’m so close.” The last two words were almost pained and you briefly considered moving, letting Roger go so he could calm down sufficiently. But you were comfortable and happy wrapped around him and the memory of your phone calls nagged at the back of your mind, “You can let go,”

“What?”

“I’m… what’d you call me…your personal cock sleeve? So let go,”

Roger stared at you, eyes wide though still tired looking, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. But, when you didn’t take it back he leaned in to kiss you, rocking his hips against you slowly, letting out a low noise as you felt him empty inside you. You kissed him in return, stroked his cheek as he calmed down. Just for a moment you let your eyes slip shut again, basking in the feeling of it all. When you looked back at Roger he was still staring.

“I love you,”

“Good, I don’t plan on letting you leave this bed much today,”

“Sounds good to me,” he laughed softly, following it with a hiss when you intentionally clenched on his sensitive dick again, “wait, wait love, give me like another minute.”

You apologised and settled for another kiss instead, leaving a few extra along his jaw until he was able to make good on his earlier promises.

#my writing #my fics #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #tmi but #lowkey the idea came to me because i fell asleep c***warming a d***o lmao #😳😳😳😳😳

[fuckingthefictional]

Hi! Yes I love headcanon of being ada’s best friend & falling for tommy. Could I please request another part of being her best friend & tommy asks you out

I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I hope you like this part- I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you want any more parts (I’ve got a new Tommy x reader story coming out soon too.)

Also A/N- Campbell and Grace just don’t exist in this AU, because they’re a pain in the ass and all I want is for the Shelby’s to be happy and to conduct their illegal business in peace :)

On Sunday nights you stayed late at Watery lane to put the children to bed.

All of the older children got into bed and went to sleep with no issues.

But the youngest of John’s kids, Rosie, was teething.

And if you haven’t had or worked with kids TEETHING IS A NIGHTMARE

So you found yourself with a swaddled toddler sat in the living room, trying desperately to soothe the poor child

Just as Rosie had started to drift off to sleep. John, Arthur and Tommy had come banging through the front door.

The boys just came in and you had to fight the urge to smack all of them on the back of their heads.

But your glare shut them all up immediately

Tommy was once again m e s m e r i s e d at the sight of you comforting his niece

You told John to go and check on his children and Arthur excused himself to go to bed.

It was just you and Tommy.

He sat next to you and was in the process of lighting up a cigarette

But you plucked it out of his fingers and threw it across the room

“If you think you’re going to smoke around a 2 year old- then you’re obviously out of your mind Tommy.”

“You care a lot about John’s children and Finn for that matter- why?”

“They’re like the siblings I never had, I care about them.”

Tommy had heart eyes

You weren’t aware of how close you were and that you were slowly leaning closer

I’m a slut for fluff like this.

And just as you were about to kiss- Ada came through the door in tears.

You immediately passed Rosie over to a clueless Tommy

And ran over to your bestfriend and gave her a hug.

“Ada what’s that matter?”

“Y/N I’m pregnant.”

“WHAT.”

“Can I stay at yours tonight. Pol is pissed.”

You’d never seen Ada this emotional before.

So you did what any best friend would do.

You helped her have a warm bath, got her changed and got her into your bed- where you then stroked her hair and comforted her.

“Ada I need you to know- you’ve got me okay? You’re like my sister, as far as I’m concerned that my niece or nephew that your carrying.”

Cue tears

“You mean it.”

“Of course.”

You both lay in bed talking like you used to when the boys were in France.

The next morning you took all of the children to school, on your way back with Rosie and Wilfred (the youngest siblings) you quite literally ran into Tommy.

“Meet me tonight, my room”

Probably sounds lowkey kinky

Later that evening, after putting the kids to bed, you decided to save Polly a job and do the washing up from dinner.

You didn’t hear Tommy come into the kitchen.

He just wrapped his arms around your waist and softly kissed at your exposed neck.

You leaned back into him, smiling softly.

“When are you going to see that I’m in love with you.”

“You Shelby’s move fast- maybe take me on a date or kiss me before you declare your undying love for me.”

“That can be arranged.”

He just lifted you up onto the counter and was about to kiss you when- SLAP

Tommy Shelby has a handful of bubbles slapped onto his cheek and jawline.

You were just there giggling like a child

That was until he threw some bubbles at your face.

Then commenced the bubble war of 1919

There was water all over the floor- bubbles all over the counter.

And you were both soaked and soapy.

It looked like a retelling of Noah’s ark or something

“You’re in so much trouble Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Oh yeah what are you going to do, Mr Shelby?”

F u c k

He just leant in and kissed you.

F I N A L L Y

You both eventually made your way up the stairs to his bedroom.

And it was the best night of your life

Frickity Frackity Tommy is a snackity

You woke up in the morning to an empty bed- but a note on the bedside table.

‘Go with Ada into town and pick out a dress- it’s time we went on a date. All my love - T x’

Ada was e x c i t e d.

So were you let’s face it

At 7pm Tommy picked you up from your apartment, looking handsome as ever.

When you opened the door he was in a state of shock.

“Wow.”

For the date you went to a fancy resteraunt- but you both kept getting dirty looks from the other diners. So you both left halfway through.

Instead Tommy took you to the stables at Charlie’s yard.

Tommy once again looked so in love as he watched you interact with the horses.

You were so perfect in his eyes.

So there was literally no issue when you leant up and kissed him square on the mouth and the pair of you fell back onto a pile of hay.

“Y/N/N why’ve you got hay in your hair.”

Que mortified looks with Tommy

“Oh um I was helping your brother look after the horses. Right Tommy?”

“Aye, she’s very good- with the horses.”

You became official after that night, and Tommy was so happy to call you his.

Like he just spoilt you with gifts

And eventually you’d have to tell him to S t o p

The first time he told you that he loved you was after you’d both had sex

You were just laying together, he thought you’d fallen asleep.

And he just looked at you with so much love and adoration.

“I’m so in love with you Y/N Y/L/N- you have no idea how much.”

And you just sort of mumbled back

“I love you more Thomas Shelby.”

He was in shock for the first 5 minutes but he slowly sank into the mattress and pulled you closer to his body.

He was so in love and was so damn lucky- and he was determined not to fuck it up.

#peaky blinder imagine #peakyblinders #peaky blinders #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #john shelby #ada shelby x bestfriend!reader #ada shelby #ada thorne #finn shelby #arthur shelby #polly gray #polly shelby #request