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bohemiansweede · 4 years

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Valentines Confessions

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank You

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-Ohhh for f*** sake... Nooooo... Not now... Shit..

The old car maked a last sigh and made a stop on a the remote road

- No.. No.. Please.. Not here..

It was not even my car

My boyfriend was by now probably furious and sat at home impatient and waiting for me to cook his favourite valentine dinner

I sighed out loud and banged my head in the stearing wheel

Did I even love this guy anymore?

Past few months we had been arguing and dribbling back and forth with being together or not..

I went out from the car and slammed the door

Where the hell was I..

It was almost dark and thoose few houses near the road looked abandoned..

Probably eating romantic dinner with candles I huffed for myself and started to walk

Fuckin perfect.. His car choosed to stop functioning again.. today of all 365 days.... .

And of course it started to rain.. Wow..

Could it be any worse now.. Yes.. there it was... I suddenly lost my balance on the little gravel road.. fell and scraped both my hands

- AHHH DAMNIT!!!

I'm the middle of everything my bad luck turned and it seamed was someone home in the last house down the road

I brushed of my knees a bit and rang the door bell

After a while the door opened and a blond man stared back

I could not believe my eyes

- Evening mam

- H.. Hi.. Ehh.. Exuse me Sir..

He must have seen that I looked like a drenched mess

- Are you OK dear? He saw my muddy hands, even if I tried to hide them in pure embarrassment

- Actually not.. M.. My car have broke down just down the road here and.. Shit.. I have to call.. Ohh no..

- S'alright.. Please come in, he took his warm hand on my shoulder and smiled gently.. I am Roger.. btw, you can borrow my phone while I have a quick look at your car OK?

I tried to smile back but it probably just looked odd, he nodded at me and grabbed his fur coat while I sat myself down on shaky legs by the phone

Shit... Shit shit... It was HIM!!! HIM!!! Roger FUCKIN Taylor!!!

I seriously had a crush on this guy.. But hey.. Honestly.. Almost every girl had.. No.. I could not do this to my boyfriend, even though he had cheated on me several times.. It was not my style.. but.. this could also be my one chance... Damnit...

Same time that I put the phone back down he returned through the door, he ran his fingers through his blonde hair , the little shorter style looked good on him

- Sorry love, I could not start it, and everything is closed by now

- That what was I afraid of.. My boyfriend is not happy at home .. He... I started to shake

I told him everything.. Peter had yelled on the other end, called me by many names but my own, he threatened me that I didn't have to bother coming home at all and he would spend the night with his ex

- Look.. I had a few whiskeys.. Otherwise I could... mmm.. So sorry.. I don’t know you, but you are freezing cold and it is dark outside, let me warm up some food for us while you take a bath ok?

I almost started to cry

Roger had a bad boy reputation but he also had a softer side, I had always known that

It was a big house but not a mansion, I knew his girlfriend just left him, everyone thought they actually were going to tie the knot and getting kids but no...

- Let me know if it's warm enough, he returned from the bathroom

- Ohh I'm sure it will be fine, thanks for your kindness

My both palms were OK, it was just dirt and clumpsyness

While I laid back in the hot bath I let my thoughts wander off and it felt like I been in there forever and soon my water was cold, I stepped out from the tub and wrapped myself in the robe that he gaved me, could I be that mischievous that I would tell Roger that I did recognised him and that I was a huge fan...

- Hi... Was it nice with a bath?

- Yes.. It was lovely, thank you

- Wine?

- Please... Thanx..

He had made an huge effort to set the table, lighted candles and all

- I hope you are not vegetarian

- God no... I love meat...

You both blushed, what did you just say

- Well... Dig in then... Bon appetite

He raised his glass and winked

- Wow, this was incredible.. And the sauce.. Just wow..

The meat was so tender and juicy I nearly moaned while eating, I guess he noticed because he watched me with a smile

- Was it that good huh?

- Mmhuhmmm..

We finished the plates and bounced down in the sofa with the remaining wine...

- I have an other bottle here love, just keep drinking.. For us lost souls.. Sooo... While we prepare for desert and the alcohol is kicking in... Anything you need to confess?

I nearly spat out the whole wine, it was like he already knew

- Ohh.. You first Roger, go ahead

- Hmmm... I thought I was supposed to be a gentleman here, well ok.. Don't get mad at me.. But I could probably fix your car ...

- Oh, really.. Why don't you?

- When I saw you so drenched from the rain and a broken shoe.. So wounerable.. And the final nail in the coffin was when I found out that your boyfriend was a prick... I could not.. But.. would you rather..

- No.. No.. I... I am so thankful for everything you have done for me.. really am..

- He is not worthy you... you know

- Roger... You don't know me.. I..

- So.. What's your confession?

- Ohh God.. Really? Damn it..

- How bad can it be hunnie?

Oh fuck this was it

- I know who you are

- Aha? Ok..Right.. So.. You like our music or are you a fan?

- Damn wine... I am a fan...

- OK... Hmm.. And who is your favourite member then?

- Omg... No... No you can't ask me... Ok... Shit.. You... It's you Roger..

He smiled with his whole face and touched his lower lip

- Hmmm.. So now you have your once in a lifetime opportunity here, what do you want to say or do? Autograph?

- Actually.. I know I probably gotta regret this both if I do and if I don't... But... ca... can I kiss you..?

I regret my blunt words at once, how could I be so stupid

My heart nearly bounced out from my chest, my cheeks burned

He didn't say a word, it felt like forever, but the magnet force between us grew stronger, his face were so close that I almost could count his thick eyelashes, his hot breath tickled my lips and I parted mine slightly, I let out a tiny whimper when the edge of his tongue nudged mine, his hand trailed through my hair in the back of my neck

My lips parted even more and he looked into my eyes

- Care for desert now love?

I could only nod, this man did something with me..on purpose and I was a trembling mess from just a look, I followed him like a lost puppy out in the kitchen

- I have Ice cream is that OK?

I needed to cool down so that was totally fine

He grabbed two bowls and two spoons and gaved me a soft kiss..

- How many scoops do you like my dear?

I stood close to him and could not resist to have a taste I took my finger and poked in the center of the bucket and then put it in my mouth, his eyes widened at once

- Oh.. Is it that game we are playing tonight.. OK..

He took his finger and dipped it down the ice-cream himself but instead of putting into his mouth he smeared it down my neck..

He bent down and licked it up with long strokes

I gasped of pleasure and grabbed my hands on the kitchen counter

His finger dipped once again but this time he let it trail down my sternum towards my heaving breasts

- Omg.. Omg Roger..Ohh shit... I want...

- You want what? Ice-cream?

- Y.. Yes..

Sometimes that smirk was so annoying..

Our lips crashed together again, this time it was more hunger, more frustration

I unbuttoned his shirt still kissing him, he moaned into my mouth

I dipped my finger once again in the melting ice cream and teased his collar bone with finger and tongue, then the ice cream dripped down towards his nipples I was fast to wrap my lips around it and circled my tounge in a rapid pace

- Ahhh fuck.. Baby.. Shit... I want you so bad... God..

His words made my skin prickle with goosebumps.. Roger Taylor. He wanted me...

He pushed me towards the counter and I jumped up on the cold marble surface

He stood between my legs and grabbed my breast in one hand and twisted the nipple with his fingers

- You're so beautiful... Cannot believe that prick..

- Ssscchhh Roger...I don't want to think of him now...

His hands started to wander down my belly and inner thighs

- Can I have my desert now hunnie

- Oh.. Yes.. Yes please...

He bent down and when he spread my legs the juicy labias opened up like a book and he could not hold himself any longer

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, he open kissed my folds and trailed his eager tounge like trail of fire up and down before he pushed it in deep

- Ahhh shit Fuck Rog

I grabbed his blonde hair like my life depending on it and felt his long tounge bending inside me right on the spot that crawed attention his button nose nudged my clit over and over and it was just matter of seconds before I felt my walls start to collapse, the vibration from his moaning sended me over the edge and I wrapped my legs around his neck so I couldn't fall

- Omg omg shit Rog.. Ahhh damnit fuck...

- Mmmmm.. That was the best desert baby...

He licked his fingers and stood up

- Do you...

- Yes.. I have pills...

- Ahlright... Fuck..

He took his cock and pushed tiny tiny bits at a the time.. You're tight love...

Soon we became a rhythmic monster a trembling unison a thrusting wreck, we both moaned, phanted screamed growled.. I never had such an euphoric extacy before

He snapped his hips so fast that I thought my legs were numb he spanked my ass and I bit his neck almost so he draw blood we were like animals

I squirted over and over, it ran from his body down on the floor

He took one hand down between our bodies and started to circle my clit again, I was so over sensitive but I had to come again, one last time

- Oh God hunnie.. Fuck I'm close.. So close shit

- Ahhh Roger OMYYYGGGGODDD!! ...

I contracted around his cock and emptied him on his cum

His head fell in the crook of my neck and I felt his heart beating fast

He stood there for a long time, right there where he were supposed to be, we fitted together like a jigsaw puzzle

- Stay here... Don't go back to him

I knew he was right and I knew I wanted to

This was just the beginning...

I had found my missing piece of the puzzle

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illfoandillfie · 5 years

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Thief

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Female Reader

Summery: Roger wants his shirt back

Warnings: Smut (but nothing especially kinky)

Words: 2327

A/N: Most of this was written between midnight an 2am on my birthday when it was sad lonely bitch hours so it’s self indulgent as heck. Just some soft fluff with a little soft smut at the end.

(the shirt in question, i love it so much)

Taglist: @idontbelievethiss

Roger’s walk-in wardrobe was your guilty pleasure. You loved exploring it. Could happily spend hours running your fingers over all the different fabrics in there. Most of the clothing that was hung up or folded neatly in the draws was stuff he used regularly – every day shirts, jeans, a section for stuff he’d take on tour – but towards the back of the wardrobe was a collection of his older stuff, split between a row of hangers and a number of boxes. That was the stuff you really loved rummaging through. He’d been collecting it for years. Most of it was stuff he kept for sentimental reasons, he’d worn it at such and such show or so and so and given it to him. Some of it was stuff he’d had for so long it felt wrong to get rid of it. A lot of it was still in good condition too, just out of style. A relic from his youth, bold and bright and totally him. That was the stuff you loved best and whenever the opportunity arose to go digging for treasure you took it.

You took the treasure too, sometimes. One time, while Rog was away on tour, you’d been having a particularly rough day and hadn’t been able to contact him. Desperate to be wrapped up in his arms, you’d taken a large glass of wine and started going through his clothes. You’d found an old beaten up hoodie which you couldn’t believe he’d held on to. It must have held some significance for him because it was faded and frayed and nothing particularly special next to everything else in there. But it was warm and soft and still smelt faintly of Roger even though it must have been years since he’d worn it. You’d slipped it on over your head, breathing deeply, trying to control your emotions but had ended up crying yourself to sleep right there on the floor of the wardrobe. Since then you’d pulled it out whenever Rog was away for an extended amount of time. It was comforting and reminded you of one of his hugs and you loved it.

Another time you’d been throwing together a last minute costume for a party Freddie was hosting. Roger pulled you into the cupboard exclaiming he had something perfect to finish off your costume if he could only find it. In the second box he opened was a pair of rainbow suspenders which he handed to you with a giant grin on his face. They were just what you needed, though you did make fun of Rog a little for owning them in the first place. At the party a few people had commented on them, asking you if they were the same ones Rog had owned, and when you said yes, they told you stories, reminiscing about a time before you knew him. Freddie managed to find a few photos of Rog wearing the suspenders and told you how they’d called him Rainbow. It led to you being shown a bunch of photos of Rog as a young man and you’d laughed in disbelief at how long his hair was while he insisted it had been very fashionable. You loved hearing those stories from the people who knew him best and when you’d finally got home you put the suspenders back in the box carefully, feeling a little closer to the man you loved.

Sometimes you felt a little like a magpie, stealing things from him. Big things like an old fur coat you’d worn around the house constantly one winter, or a gorgeous velvet jacket which you couldn’t stop running your hands over when you’d first found it. Small things like a pair of aviator sunglasses, one of what seemed to be a hundred different pairs of sunnies, which made you feel like a rockstar even though they were prescriptions and turned your vision wavy. Or the necklace you hadn’t taken off since its discovery, a simple silver band which, you knew from photos, Roger had worn tight like a choker, but you preferred a little looser. For Christmas last year Rog had surprised you with a delicate circle charm to add to it, the back engraved with both your initials.

Your interest in his old clothes was something that bemused Roger. On more than one occasion he’d found you on your knees digging through a box and had rolled his eyes at you. But whenever he saw you wearing one of your stolen items his eyes lit up and he’d give you a soft smile that made your knees weak. Sometimes he’d remark that he’d completely forgotten he still had said item and then proceed to tell you why he’d kept it. Sometimes you’d convince him to try whatever it was on himself. If it still fit enough that he could put it on he’d pretend he was on a catwalk as he strutted away from you before turning around and posing, and if it didn’t, he’d pull it on as best he could and ask you how he looked. Either way you’d both end up on the floor laughing, sometimes with Roger half stuck in a too small pair of jeans or jacket.

Your most recent acquisition from your magpie habit was one of his newer shirts. It was blue with an orange check pattern and Roger hadn’t noticed you’d stolen it yet. Not that you’d stolen this in the same way you’d stolen everything else. This one was a complete accident. You’d gotten out of bed early one morning and felt around in the dark for the shirt Roger had so kindly discarded for you the night before. You’d slipped on the first shirt you found and made your way to the bathroom, not worrying about pants since the shirt fell down over your thighs. That should have been a clue that it wasn’t yours but it was much too early for your brain to be working. You didn’t notice it was Roger’s shirt until you were washing your hands and caught your reflection. Any trace of sleepiness left you as you examined your reflection, admiring the way the shirt fell around you. You spent a few minutes undoing and redoing buttons, comparing how much cleavage was shown off each way and wondering what it’d look like if you were wearing your favourite bra underneath. It felt so soft and light against your skin and it was warm even as you stood on cold tiles. You could understand why Rog wore it so often. When you got back to your room you pulled it off again, catching a whiff of Roger’s aftershave as you brought it over your head, before snuggling back into Roger’s arms, hoping to squeeze in round two before either of you had to be up for real. Since then you’d worn it whenever the chance arose, mostly just around the house when Roger was out. You knew he really liked the shirt and wore it fairly frequently so it wasn’t really one you could steal but you couldn’t help yourself, it just felt so nice to wear.

This morning you’d woken to find Rog already gone. The band were deep in Live Aid rehearsals and today was their last before the big day so you weren’t expecting him home till much later. You got up and straight away switched your own shirt for his, your new favourite, rubbing your hand up and down the sleeve a couple of times just to feel the fabric. You you’d wear it until you had a shower and then you’d put your own clothes on. You headed to the kitchen to make coffee and find something to eat. You were examining the contents of the fridge when a voice in the hallway made you jump. “Hey, hon, you up?” “In the kitchen!” You called out over your shoulder, “How come you’re back so early?” “We did a couple of run throughs which went well enough that we decided to take the rest of the day off. Don’t wanna overwork ourselves,” his voice trailed off towards the end as he caught sight of you bent over as you looked in the fridge, “is that my shirt?” You looked down, the shirt having slipped your mind in favour of food. “Oh, yeah it is. Wanted something comfy and this was the first thing I found,” you shrugged, turning and shutting the fridge behind you. “How was a shirt that was hanging in my wardrobe the first thing you found? I was gonna wear that tomorrow.” “Busted,” You’re a little thief,” his tone was playful but it still sent a shiver down your spine. “Am not,” you pouted “Fur coat. Necklace. Hoodie,” he started counting on his fingers, “should I keep going?” “No, you’ve made your point, but I prefer the term pilferer.” You rocked back on your heels, “Can’t you wear something else tomorrow? This shirt is ridiculously comfy,” “I could, but I don’t want to.” “Well, I s’pose you can have it back. Gonna have to catch me first though,” And with that you took off, running out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Roger’s legs were longer than yours and he took the stairs three at a time, catching up to you fast. You squealed as he caught you around the waist, pulling you into him as he entered the bedroom backwards. “Gotcha. Now can I have my shirt back?” he said softly, his breath tickling your ear. “Only if you take it.” Roger turned you around to face him. He began to unbutton the shirt slowly, your skin breaking out in goose bumps whenever his fingers brushed against it. “As incredibly attractive as you look in it,” he said, his warm breath ghosting over your face as his finger continued their descent, “I really have to insist.” His touch was torturously light and slow, and his lips so close to yours, but you were frozen, completely unable to close the distance between you. All you could do was look into his eyes, occasionally shifting your focus to his lips, and try to remember how to breath properly.

When he’d finally gotten all of the buttons undone, he traced his finger up your stomach, through the valley of your breasts, and up your neck until he was able to press his fingers to the underside of your chin and tilt your head up. He pressed his lips to yours, softly, and you melted into him. You opened your mouth willingly, inviting him to deepen the kiss. As he did so, he pushed his shirt off your shoulders and down your arms till it was a puddle on the floor. He kept kissing you, sighing into your mouth as he walked you backwards towards the bed, only breaking the kiss to push you onto it. You scooted back to be more comfortable and he followed until he was hovering over you. His fingers brushed over the necklace lightly, the cool metal contrasted against your warm skin. You looped your arm around his neck, pulling him back to your lips, as his hand ran down your side, coming to rest on your waist.

Every brush of his fingers, every swipe of his tongue had your stomach tightening with anticipation and need, until you couldn’t bear it any longer. “Rog, please.” you breathed out against his lips. He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then to your jaw, then to your neck. He crawled down your body, leaving a trail over your chest and stomach, your skin burning with desire in his wake. When he reached your hips, he slowly peeled your underpants down your legs, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh, making you whine. When he’d finally freed you of your underwear, he began removing his own clothes, much faster than he had yours. Without his hands on you, your skin felt bare and cold. You sighed as he crawled back over you, his touch restoring peace to your world, his lips finding their rightful place against yours. He slipped a finger into your wet core, followed by a second making your back arch into him. “Ready love?” He asked softly withdrawing his fingers from you. “Rog, y’know when I said please earlier? Yeah, I’ve been ready since then. Hurry up and fuck me already.” “Christ, I love you Y/N,” You could feel his body shaking with laughter as he grabbed your hand and laced his fingers through yours. “I’ll love you a whole lot more when you let me cum,” “Whatever my little thief wants,” he replied, lining himself up and pushing into you. You would have rolled your eyes at him but you were distracted by how full you felt, squeezing his hand as he began slowly rocking his hips against you. He kept a steady rhythm, drawing soft ‘oh’s and gasps from you with every thrust. His voice was low and raspy as he told you how good you felt around him, how irresistible you looked wearing nothing but his old necklace, how much he loved you. You felt your orgasm approaching and could tell Roger was close from the way he was panting against you. You chanted Roger’s name like a prayer as you clenched around him, pulling him into his own release.

Roger rolled onto his side, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. You pushed some hair, damp with sweat, out of his face and traced your finger down his nose. “What’re you doing?” “Admiring you,” you pushed the end of his nose like it was a button, “boop.” He stuck out his tongue, making you giggle. “I do love you Rog,” “I know.” You hummed happily, content to stay like this forever. “I’m going to have to buy you your own shirt, aren’t I?” “Only if you want to keep yours.”

#roger taylor smut #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #kinda wanna cry since i cant raid roger's wardrobe and steal his clothes tbh #kinda just wanna cry #im feeling soft and sappy today so have fun with this #my fics

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bensboynton · 5 years

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Hiya! I'm very happy you're back cause I really love your blog! For the sleepover maybe could you do like a fluffy blurb of Ben or Roger seeing you in his clothes for the first time? Those boys would totally melt but tease you too I'm sure haha. Thank you so much darling! Have a great day/night, love ya! 💜💙💜💙

hi there!! thank you so much, that seriously means a lot to me. this is also the cutest request EVER are you kidding… i had a lot of fun writing this i hope you enjoy. also hope you don’t mind i slipped a little bit of sexual tension into the end oops… i had too!

SLEEPOVER!!!

roger taylor seeing you in his clothes for the first time blurb

word count: 461

warnings: soft, unedited, swearing, mentions of sex

“Oh my god…” you whispered to yourself, your eyes wide as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

You happened to be wearing one of your boyfriend’s button-up shirts, unbuttoned almost all the way, and a pair of your own jeans.

Due to the lack of a bra, the shirt was opened just enough to show off your cleavage and the silver chain necklace Roger had bought for you on your six month anniversary. And not to toot your own horn or anything but… you looked really good.

You knew Roger had a thing for you wearing his clothes, but you never wore anything more than one of his t-shirts when you went to bed. This was something you had never tried before, and you smirked at the thought of Roger’s reaction.

You made your way to the living room, making yourself comfortable on the couch as you heard the door to your apartment swing open. Roger was home. You sat on the couch so he couldn’t see what you were wearing right away when he walked in.

“Love? I’m home!” Roger called out through the house. He walked into the living room, still not enlightened by your outfit choice of the day. You stood up, finally turning around to look at him.

He met your eyes, a warm grin on his face before his eyes fell(along with his face) downwards to the rest of your outfit. Or, technically, his outfit.

“Holy shit.”

“You like it?” you asked, spinning around dramatically. When you finally turned around to face him again, he was right in front of your, hands already wandering around your waist.

“Like it? I love it. Why don’t you do this more often?” Roger wondered aloud, his eyes making their way up to your very exposed chest.

“I don’t know… I was bored so I raided your half of the closet. Sorry?”

“Now why are you apologizing? You can raid my closet every day if I come home to you looking like this…” Roger was breathless, “holy shit, Y/N. I still can’t get over this.”

His fingers traced over your sides as his eyes raked over your body. He looked up, staring at you with his wide orbs. “Like I said, love the clothes on you. I actually like them more on you than me but… I think they’d look a lot better on the floor.”

“Roger Meddows Taylor you are the cheesiest person I have ever met!” you giggled, throwing your arms around his neck.

“And you are the hottest person I’ve ever met, so I think we’re even,” Roger mumbled as he attached his lips to your neck, aggressively tearing his shirt off your torso.

You were definitely going to be snooping in Roger’s closet more often.

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mightyfineblog · 5 years

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‘Cherry Lips’ Rogerina x Reader

Summary: Rogerina x Female Reader meet, when her brother Roger brings her in the studio. Flirting all day, you can’t stop thinking about her, so does she. Until you both give in the desire.

Words: 2.2K

Warnings: fluff, smut, thigh riding, stimulation.

So, here is it. Enjoy:

You’ve been working at the recording studios for a few months now. You totally loved it. Music, bands, guys. It was ever so interesting, never boring. Always upbeat, you were constantly running tasks. Almost never had the time to take a seat at your desk. But, you were especially happy to be working with Queen. Those boys were so radiating energy. You needn’t no coffee when they come each morning, their smiles were enough for you to jump on your toes and start working.

Today, you were waiting for them, on your desk across the foyer. Filling some paperwork, you were counting the minutes until they step through the front door, so you could start actual work.

The door buzzes and you light up “Morning John, Brian…” you shake your head “Aand Freddie and Roger?”

“Late as per usual.” Brian nods your way.

“No surprise…” you chuckle “I’ll just finish these papers, and I’ll join you in a minute, okay?”

“Will be waiting for you, girl.” John waves off.

Just when you were about to leave your desk, you see Freddie, Roger and a girl, walk through the doors.

“Y/N!” Freddie hugs you.

“Hi dear.” You hug him and Roger. Looking at the tiny girl behind him “Roger, aren’t you going to introduce us?” you lift a brow in her direction.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He brings her in front “Y/N, this is my sister Rogerina.”

“Rina, this is Y/N. She’s out biggest help in the process of recording.”

You smile politely at her. “Nice to meet you Rogerina.” Lifting a brow “And Roger.” You giggle at him.

“Every fucking time!” Roger storms off. Leaving you two to laugh.

“It’s okay really, m’used to it.” she cheekily smiles at you “A crazy set of parents, couldn’t have come up with better names, really.” She shakes her head.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to offend you.” You furrow your brows.

“S fine, you won’t be the first.” She taps your shoulder, locking eyes with yours.

While working throughout the day, you notice her a few times. Sometimes, you’d catch her in the corner of your eye. Others, she’d give you a smile, or lick her lips seductively. Although, all day John had his eyes on her as well. He’d try to slip a joke, excuse a situation to try any kind of contact with her.

She’d always giggle, you couldn’t tell if she was into him, or she’s just being polite.

At lunch, you are sitting opposite her, John by his side, Roger on her other. John finally gained the courage to ask Roger if he could take his sister on a date. His response was rather nonchalant, like he couldn’t care less.

“So, Rogerina. What do you say?” John’s eyes were glued on her lips.

“You are the cutest. But” she shook her head “I’m sorry, dear John. But I’m ridiculously gay.” She laughs, while you stare at them. She gives you a little smile.

You gulp, but don’t say a thing more.

Later the day, you are making a coffee in the kitchen, when you jump, at the sudden smack on your bum. Turning around you see her. Rogerina in all her gleaming beauty, playfully smiling at you. “Rogerina!” you squeak.

“Hello, Y/N…” she steps closer, pushing you against the counter.

“What are you doing?” you smirk at her.

“Hmm… been looking at you all day. So stubborn-ishly you are avoiding me.” She hovers inches from your face, eyes locked on your lips.

“Don’t know what you talking about…” you look away, embarrassed.

“I think, you do... you’re so pretty. Give me a call.” She slides a small paper in your hands, and gracefully turns on her heel and leaves. You are left, breathing, processing your encounter.

When the day finishes, you are at home, kicking your shoes, running a foamy bath, you relax your tense muscles. But, a thought seems to bother you. Shaking your head, you close your eyes and lay back. You recall, the golden blonde Rogerina. Humming, you could see her playful baby blue eyes flickering at you, soft pink lips blowing you a kiss. “Hmm...” you curl a smile. Your fingers rub your neck. You almost see her, hand stroking your inner thigh. “Aah..” you bite your lip. Involuntary your hand starts massaging your chest, while the other creeps down between your legs. She kisses you passionately, dragging her lip up to where you need her the most. Before you know it, you are pleasuring yourself, thinking of her.

Then you remember. She gave you her number. Dragging the phone cord up closer to you, you pick up the receiver and hesitantly dial, waiting in anticipation.

“Hello.” A sweet voice picks up.

“Hi.”

You hear her chuckle “Thought, you wouldn’t call …”

“Was just. Just couldn’t get you off my mind.” You confess, giving your dry lips a quick lick.

“Hmm, glad to hear it. Cuz you’ve been on my mine forever…” she waits to hear from you. “Are you having a bath?” her voice is low.

“I am…” you sigh.

“And you thought, you’d call me. To see what I was doing?” she teases.

“Mhmm…” you hum.

“Tell me. I want to hear what you were thinking.” She instructs you.

You sit up and clear your throat. “Well, I kept seeing your cute lips…”

“And…”

“Your pretty eyes… looking playfully at me.,. driving me crazy with lust” you moan as your hand squeezes you breast, playing with your nipple.

“Babes, are you touching yourself, right now?” she is sounding hot and bothered.

“Mhmm..” you hum.

“Fuck… I’m coming over, okay?” she is determined.

“You are?” shyly ask.

“Can’t keep my hands to myself, if you continue talking. Gotta do something about it!” she storms off the phone.

Giggling, you decide to finish you bath and be ready before she arrives. Soon, the doorbell rings and you run to open.

On the doorframe, Rogerina is leaning to the side, sucking a lolly. Dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, white shirt and short skirt.

“Do you want a drink?” you suggest, as she skips inside and looks around the flat.

“All I need is you.” She takes the lolly out. Her lips crash yours, pushing your back against the door. Dominating over you, you succumb to her lips, tasting the cherry flavor.

“Mmm, cherries... my favourite.” You smile against her.

“Is it?” She pulls away and brings her popsicle up to your lips. Hovering it over you parted mouth, leaving melted sugar all over. Then pushing it slowly in between your lips. Eyes locked, as you suck it.

“That’s right, sweet cherry.” She praises as you work your tongue around the lolly, giving your best sex face.

Meanwhile, her other hand is gently massaging, squeezing your thigh, as yours tug with the hem of her skirt.

Abruptly, pulling the lolly away, she kisses you. Her tongue exploring your mouth, collecting all the sugar on your tongue.

“Rina…” you moan. And push her away, dragging her to the couch. Where you sit and take her in your lap.

Straddling you, her hands wrap around your neck. While yours are travelling up underneath her skirt. She drags her tongue, under your jaw, finding your sweet spot. You let a small moan, she knows she found your sweet spot and starts sucking harder on it. You bury a hand in her hair, keeping her close, while your other rubs against her knickers.

“Oh… Rina… you are so wet, my love.” You’re rubbing your thumb on her clothed heat. “Dripping, babe. Did I make you this wet?” You coo, feeling so powerful.

“Yess...” she hisses against your neck, head falling on your collarbone. “Y/N, I need you.” She moans are you continue to rub circles on her clit.

Lifting her body up, you unbutton her shirt, gently sliding it off she shoulders. Her skin shivers at the contact with the cold air. “S alright, baby. I’ll make you feel good” you mumble as your head finds her chest and you nuzzle between her boobs.

In her eagerness, she starts grinding against your crotch. Letting small moans, when you bite her nipple through the lacy fabric, she quivers. You smile, pulling your head away to look at her face. Your hands pinching and twisting her nipples, biting he lips. “Please” she moans.

“What do you want, sweetie?” you coo at the view. “Tell me.” You demand.

“Can I ride your thigh?” her baby eyes stare right at yours.

Shifting her you slide off her wet knickers and hold them up in your hand. “You’ve ruined your underwear darling. I love it.” You speak as you unwrap your dressing gown. So you reveal your naked body to her. Helping her straddle your thigh, your hand guides her down. She lets a groan as her wet core makes contact with your hot skin.

Rogerina buries her head in the crook of your neck, as you guide her up and down your leg slowly picking up the pace.

“You like that?” you coo at her ear. She just nods. You lift your knee every now and then slightly up, making her cry on you. “Now?” you demand.

“Aagh, so good. Y/N!”

You shut her mouth with yours, as she rocks on your thigh, your hands slide off her bra and toy some more with her perky titties. “Doing so well, Rina!” you praise her. Feeling her coming closer to her orgasm, you slide your index finger on your thigh, hitting her clit, much harder. She cries out your name.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop.” She manages to mumble as her breath hits her throat. You smile “Give it to me, Rina. Come on my thigh.”

Your words push her over the edge as she manages to cry out your name. Dragging her body a few more times, you ride out her orgasm, until it got so intense, her body shifted away.

Breathing heavily, she looks at you with parted lips. Leaning over your hot face, she gives you a soft kiss.

“Can’t wait to taste you, Y/N.” she smiles softly “Show me the bedroom.”

You quickly stand up and hold her hand, as you bring her to the bed. She turns you around and gives you a sweet kiss, pushing you to lay flat. The contact of your naked body with the cold satin sheets made you shiver.

“It’s time for me, to take care you.” She smiles as she craws up to you. Her lips on yours, while her index fingers draw circles around you perked nipples. After a while, you plead “God, stop teasing.”

She chuckles, placing wet kisses all over your breasts. Leaving love bites, as you moan and squirm under her. “Come on, please” almost cry.

She slides down and her middle fingers slowly collects your slick. Sucking it clean, she moans as she closes her eyes. You stare from your point of view, popped up on elbows.

Leaning in closer, she blows cold air against you glistening heat, earning a deep groan from you.

“You like that?” she coos.

Her lips come to part your folds and close on your clit. Making you release air, held in your lungs. “That’s right, relax, darling” her lips vibrate on your throbbing clit.

Her fingers play around your entrance as lips continue working you up. Sliding her middle finger, you grunt in pleasure. Slowly pumpin it in’n’out, your hands find their way to her head, keeping her close. “Please” you pant “Another finger”.

She slides her index finger as well and starts exploring your walls. Lifting her head up, she craws up next to you, lifting your leg in the air. While fingering you, she is kissing the soft area behind your knee. You are moaning mess, when she reaches to shut your mouth up with hers. “Come apart on my fingers.” She instructs, as she feels you getting closer.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Rina!” you shut your eyes as she places soft kisses on your neck, sending you over the edge.

Your walls close around her fingers, your back arches, as your orgasm hits you, you manage to scream her name. Riding you out, she removes her fingers when you are too sensitive to take it anymore.

Bringing her fingers to your mouth, she traces your lips with them, before showing them underneath your tongue. “Taste it, taste yourself Y/N!”. You close your eyes as you suck them clean.

You both cuddle for a while, to calm yourselves down. She is by your side, head on your chest, drawing circles on your neck. Your eyes closed, devouring the feeling, arms wrapped around her.

Suddenly an idea curls up Rogerina’s lips into a devilish smile “Y/N?”

“Rina” you lazily answer.

She moves to place slow and lazy kisses on your shoulder. You hum in agreement. After a few cute little kisses, she is on top of you, kissing your neck, sucking gently on your hickeys. Her legs wrapped around your waist, she is slowly grinding again. “Babe…” your hands run up and down her back gently “Ready for ‘nother round?” you smile.

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robinrunsfiction · 5 years

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Something Borrowed

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Not requested by, but prompt supplied by @breakfastwiththesun Word Count: ~1,200 Author’s Note: For the prompt: “Best friend AU. Borrowing his clothes because you’re not formally dressed for a special occasion and him not being able to keep his eyes off you.”

Gerard was adjusting his tie in the mirror when the doorbell rang. He hurried over to the door knowing you were on your way over.

“Hey, (YN), ready to… Oh no,” his face dropped when he saw you at the door.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked, immediately concerned. Then you noticed the suit he was wearing, and you looked down at your skinny jeans, boots and slouchy t-shirt. “I thought this was a casual fundraiser thing!”

“I thought I sent you the email with the information! It’s a whole black tie gala benefit event!”

“Shit, Gerard I’m so fucking sorry, I totally misunderstood. I don’t have a dress for this! Just go without me, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t wanna go alone, I wanted to go with you,” Gerard pouted. Then he started to look you up and down.

“What are you doing?”

“We'll figure this out, come on,” he said taking you by the hand and pulling you to his bedroom.

You were distractedly scrolling through your phone trying to think of who was about your size, might have a gown you could borrow that was within driving distance. You were coming up with nothing when Gerard snapped you to attention by tossing a button-down shirt on top of your head.

“What’s this?” You said holding it up.

“They didn’t say women couldn’t wear suits,” Gerard said with a shrug.

“Oh, I like the way you think!” You said with a grin.

Gerard pulled out a pair of pants and suit jacket and laid them out on the bed while you pulled off your boots. Gerard stepped out of the room while you changed into the clothes. A few minutes later you stepped into the living room where Gerard was waiting. The white shirt tucked into the straight leg pants that hit at the top of your ankle boots. You left the jacket unbuttoned and the top most buttons of the shirt undone as well, hoping to balance the masculinity of the look with a bit of cleavage.

“How do I look?” You asked tentatively.

Gerard turned to look and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. You raised your eyebrows, prompting him to say something.

“Amazing, it fits you perfectly,” he finally got out and you grinned.

“I’m so glad,” you replied sighing in relief. “Can I borrow some makeup, I think a smokey eye will make this look perfect.”

“Yea, it’s in the top left drawer in the bathroom,” he replied as you hurried into the other room. He slouched back against the couch and tried to pull together the thoughts running through his head. A few minutes later you reemerged fully ready to go.

“You really look incredible,” Gerard said again as you got in the car. You blushed and tried not to get too flustered.

When you arrived at the gala, there was a red carpet with press and photographers shouting at the other guests, some who were posing, some talking to the reporters.

“Do you have to talk to them?” You asked whispered in Gerard’s ear.

He shook his head. “No, but they’ll take some photos.” You nodded and followed Gerard onto the red carpet. The photographers and press shouted at him, some asking who you were. He glanced over at you, and you smiled back nervously, not used to this environment like he was. He smiled back and grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You felt the nerves melt away as you continued down the red carpet until you were inside.

Once inside the ballroom, and you had a glass of champagne in hand, you felt much more relaxed. Gerard had excused himself to say hello to his friend Roger across the room, and you proceeded over to check out the art that was on displayed. Gerard was trying to concentrate on the conversation with his friend, but he kept finding his attention drawn back to you.

“Is that your friend (YN)? Are you guys dating now?” Roger asked when he realized Gerard wasn’t paying attention to a word he was saying.

“Yea. No, I mean, yea, that’s (YN), but we aren’t dating, she’s just with me tonight.”

“What’s with the androgynous look?” Roger’s date asked snootily.

“There was some confusion, but we got it figured out,” he replied before excusing himself and making his way back across the room to you.

“Like what you see?” Gerard asked appearing at your side.

“Oh, hey, yea. I guess these are the ones that are getting auctioned off for the charity. See anything you like?”

Gerard hummed in agreement, but when you looked over to see which one you were looking at, he was looking at you.

“Gee,” you said, snapping him to attention.

“What?”

“Which of these paintings do you like?”

“Oh, that one,” he replied, pointing to a very modern piece in the corner. You just rolled your eyes at your obviously distracted friend.

The rest of the evening was a delightful time for both you and Gerard. Occasionally, you’d catch him gazing at you, but when he realized he was found out, he would blush and turn away. After a couple times you scooted your chair closer to his. Gerard looked over at you and you gave him a smile. Gerard also shifted his chair closer to yours and draped his arm across your shoulder.

When the event was over, you and Gerard went back to his house. A thought kept nagging at you as you followed him in the door.

“I had a really good time tonight,” you said as he sank down into the couch and you sat down next to him.

“Me too, thanks for coming along. I’m glad everything worked out with the suit.”

You laughed. “I’m just glad I didn’t spill anything on it. I can change and get going.”

“Don’t… don’t feel like you have to go so soon.”

You nodded. “So I met Roger's girlfriend in the bathroom. She umm,” you paused and Gerard looked at you confused. “She said you were kinda rude because you weren’t paying attention to your conversation with them.”

Gerard laughed nervously. “Yea, she’s kind of stuck up and full of herself. I don't listen to anything she says.”

“She said you couldn't take your eyes off…”

Gerard stopped laughing and looked at you. A nervous blush kept over your cheeks as you looked down at your lap. “Oh, umm… Yea,” Gerard started.

“I guess I misunderstood again. I’ll just go change and go,” you said getting up, feeling embarrassed that you thought Gerard was looking at you with anything other than friendship.

“No, (YN) wait,” Gerard said getting up as well. “She was right. I couldn't take my eyes off you. You looked so beautiful tonight. I mean, you always are, but tonight was something special. I always have so much fun with you and,” he reached out and took your hands and looked down at them.

“Gee,” you said quietly looking from your hands to his eyes.

“Please stay and we can figure this out,” he said reaching up and brushing your cheek tenderly.

You nodded.

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har-rison-s · 5 years

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evening occurances

Roger Taylor x OC

plot: OC waits for Roger to come home after drinking, and then she needs to help him take a shower, get to bed, etc.

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warnings: swearing.

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The clock on the kitchen wall strikes half past midnight when there's a sound at the door. The sleeping beauty called Anne is caught out of her slumber on the sofa when she hears the noise. Finally, he must be home.

She rubs her eyes and yawns, and then sits up in the sofa and sees the door opening. Roger successfully and finally had managed to work the keys to open the front door of their apartment. Anne sighs in relief and tiredness and then gets up on her feet to greet him.

“Hey, love.” Roger cheers, dragging out both of the words and also almost dragging himself to the ground. Anne rushes to him before he collapses and brings the front door with him. She shudders when she feels the cold from outside hit her bare arms and closes the front door after steadying Roger against a wall.

“Hi, Roger.” She responds to his greeting and furrows her eyebrows when she hears her own voice. It's a little cracked. “Do you know what time it is?” Anne asks as she takes off Roger's coat and hangs it for him.

“Not that late, is it? Don't think it slipped past ten in the evening just a few minutes ago.” Roger admits while he's taking off his shoes. Anne straightens out her shirt and puts on a cardigan that's laying on the sofa. She sighs, looking at the very drunk Roger.

“No, Roger, it's half past midnight.” She clarifies. “And you've got studio work tomorrow, which is why you need to go to bed now.” Her tone gets a little stern, even though she doesn't mean it. Anne is tired herself and wants Roger to sleep as well.

“But I don't want to go to bed.” Roger says and walks towards her in a staggering manner. “I wanna spend time with youuuu...” he trails off, looking at Anne's lips as his hands are moving up and down her arms. Anne scoffs. “I haven't seen you in so long.”

“Roger!” Anne exclaims and steps away from him, walking further into the apartment. Roger has no choice but to follow her. “You saw me this morning, when I didn't have to rush to work. And when I urged you to stay, you said you needed to go. Don't think it's fair for you to whine about not seeing me, especially in a long time.” She says to him and Roger realises she's talking the truth.

Anne stops at their bathroom and motions for Roger to enter it. Once they're both inside, Anne shuts the door and then turns on the shower. It'll take some time before the water warms up, since they're on the third floor. “Take off your clothes, Roger.” She says to him.

Roger grins at her and winks. Anne has nothing left to do but groan and throw her face into her hands. “Quick, Roger, I want to sleep.” She knows what's on his mind. Especially when he's drunk, Roger is longing for Anne, to touch her, to feel her, but she's not in the mood. Not when she's tired. “Roger, now!”

“Alright, alright.” He says and puts his hands up in defense. Anne leans against the counter and watches him try to undress himself. His drunk arms are no help to make the process quicker.

“Jesus Christ...” Anne says under her breath and walks over to him to help Roger. She quickly takes off his jacket, then his shirt is unbuttoned and gone on the floor. Next thing he needs help with are his pants.

“I like you taking my clothes off so quickly.” Roger says and looks up at her with dazed and dreamy eyes. June looks at him for a moment and then kneels down to take off his pants. Roger takes her hand in his before she can, and kisses all around her palm. As much as she loves his affection, she really doesn't want to do anything more than put him to sleep.

“Roger, I love you, but please...” Anne almost whines.

“Please what?” Roger slowly asks.

“Please stop. I want to sleep.” She's close to tears, she's so tired. Roger notices and his demeanor immediately changes.

“S-sorry, love.” He says, regretting everything he'd just done. “I'm sorry, I just... you know I—“

“Yeah, yeah, I know. So please.” She says, finally ridding him of his trousers and then looking at Roger tiredly. He can barely notice the bags under her eyes. He gets up and takes off his socks and underwear, and then he's gone behind the shower curtains.

“OW! Fuck's sake...” Roger shouts as soon as he gets in. “The damn water's so hot.” He explains and Anne chuckles. “Not hotter than you, though.”

Anne shakes her head at Roger's comment and then sits down, her back leaning against the cabinets. “If you need any help, just tell me.” She says to Roger, knowing most times he's drunk and showering he can't be trusted to do everything. Roger thinks he can reach something, when in reality he can't, and then there's a yelp, a crash and he's down on the floor with a mild concussion and Anne's rushing to get some ice.

“Well, somebody down here definitely needs some help.” He announces, and Anne gasps silently when she realises what he's talking about.

“Roger!” She exclaims and throws a toothbrush at the shower curtain.

“What?” Roger asks innocently, playing dumb. “Besides, I saw you checking me out.”

“Did not!” Anne defends herself. “You talk like we haven't been together for six years!”

“You did!”

“Didn't!”

“Did!”

“Didn't.”

“You totally did!”

“Roger, shut up and shower.” Is Anne's final answer to his teasing. She hears him chuckle to himself in the shower and she only shakes her head again, before the back of it is rested against the cabinet.

A few minutes of quiet singing later, Roger turns off the water and Anne stands up, reaching for a clean towel. He draws back the curtain and steps out, immediately greeted by Anne giving him a towel. Roger takes it and wraps the towel around his waist. He then looks at Anne, who's fixing her hair while looking in the mirror. Roger gets an idea.

“No, Roger, you're wet and drunk.” Anne says when she sees and feels him put his hands on her hips. “Let's go to sleep.” But Roger won't get away. He keeps his hands glued. Anne tries to wriggle out of his grasp, but he's there again. She gives him an angry look and then runs out of the bathroom.

Roger immediately follows her, and when he's out in the hallway, she runs away again. He goes chasing her around their apartment, and Anne starts giggling. She doesn't want to be tickled, she doesn't want to be touched, she wants to sleep. But she's having fun, the most she can.

Once she's in the living room and too spent to run away, Roger catches her from behind, wrapping his arms around her arms and frame, completely imprisoning her. Anne squeals, but then takes a few deep breaths to calm herself down. Roger presses kisses to her neck, and then rests his cheek at the back of her head, leaning slightly forward.

Anne savours the moment, and slithers her hands over his arms. He's so loving, so kind, so fun, and yet so... drunk. She sighs and laughs. “Let's go to sleep, Rog.” Anne says and waits for him to move. He does, releasing her and then taking her hand in his.

He kisses it while looking into Anne's eyes and she almost melts. “I love you, Annie, even when you despise me.” Roger smiles at her sweetly with his eyes squinting a little and she chuckles.

“I never despise you, Roger.” Anne says tiredly. “I love you as well.”

They share a sweet kiss that Roger wants to last, and then walk down the hallway into their bedroom. After getting both Roger and Anne some pajamas, they fall into the bed and Roger holds onto Anne until she falls asleep, and then waits for the land of dreams to take over him, too.

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 6 years

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Imagine Clark telling you he loved you

Clark Kent x Plus Size! Reader, fluff

A warm sensation crept on the right side of your face, the curtain on the window had been pulled from last night and the sun was now waking you up. Your body ached a bit as your eyes fluttered up and the smell of eggs and bacon filled the bedroom. Stretching, you rolled over and saw that it was 9:45 on a Sunday morning. Yawning, you got out of bed and realized you were as naked as the day you were born. Looking around for last night’s clothes, you panicked when there were nowhere in sight - only your shoes sat at the base of the bed. Sighing, you went to grab a sheet when you saw flannel pj bottoms and a white button up shirt placed neatly on the chair by the window.

You got dressed, a little embarrassed that the button up was a little tight and didn’t button up all the way - it stopped right in the middle of your chest. Holding the shirt closed, you walked out the room to the smell of breakfast being made and a very muscular back facing you at the stove.

“Clark.”

The man turned around, spatula in hand, a soft smile on his face. “Morning, you’re up just in time. Breakfast is almost ready.”

“Sounds good,” you mused, stepping up to the kitchen island. “So...where’s my clothes?”

Clark laughed and said he had put them in the wash earlier. “They are in the dryer right now, but I have to say, you look nice in that.”

His eyes ran up and down your body, stopping at your hand covering your chest. “Clark Kent!”

“What?”

He chuckled as you relaxed and let go of the shirt. “I don’t know how you’d expect me to fit in your perfect body shirt, it’s incredibly rude.”

“Hey,” he scolded, putting two eggs onto a plate. You watched as he turned off the stove and walked around the island to you, his upper body was shirtless and last night’s sexual escapades came back to you. While Clark was often quiet and a little reserved when out in public, in bed, well he had you melting into the mattress. He worshipped every curve on your body and his mouth did a number on you. “You are amazing, you are perfect as you are.”

“Come on, Clark,” you laughed, playfully pushing him away, but he stood his ground.

“Didn’t last night show you how much I love your body?”

Heat rose to your face and you touched his chest, fingers dragging down to the top of his pj bottoms. “So I don’t look like a huge marshmallow in your shirt?”

Clark sighed and without much effort, picked you up and placed you on the kitchen island. You laughed and smacked his chest as he opened your legs to squeeze in between them. His hands went to your thighs and rubbed against your flannel bottoms. You held back a giggle as his hands traveled up to where the shirt stopped buttoning and smirked.

“You don’t look terrible in my shirt,” he said softly, his eyes narrowing. “But I think you’d look even better without it on.”

“Clark Kent,” you whispered, shaking a finger in his face.

The man smiled bashfully as he began to unbutton the shirt, waiting for you protest, but you didn’t. Instead you threw your arms around his neck and pulled into a kiss, his mouth warm and fingers warmer as they opened the shirt. His hands went over your breast as your tongue danced against his. You moaned into his mouth and he lifted you off the counter, moving your legs around his waist. Clark walked you toward the bedroom, his hands holding you up by the ass. You laughed against his mouth when he gave your bottom a little squeeze, making you pull from the kiss.

“Down boy,” you teased as he stopped at the bedroom door.

“I love you,” he whispered and you froze, moving your head back to get a good look at him.

“What did you just say?”

Clark smiled shyly and carefully placed you down, pulling your shirt closed. “I said I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back, hands touching his face. “I love you, Clark Kent.”

He kissed you then, a soft loving one, his arms wrapped around your waist - his fingers slipped under the shirt to caress your, as you liked to call them, love handles with gentle strokes.

When breathing was a factor, you broke the kiss and smirked.

Clark gave you a questioning look and asked what was wrong.

“Oh nothing,” you mused, grabbing his hand to lead him into the bedroom. “It’s just Superman totally loves me, no big deal.”

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ijustwant2write · 6 years

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My Own Hero-Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Summary: Requested by @trytowritebuticant : ‘I also have another request. Could you do an image BuckyxReader, but everything is set before Steve got a superhero/bucky vanishes? So... between 30's-40's?’

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood and harassment towards women

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I swung the front door open, shivering from the harsh wind as well as the pouring rain. Instead of protecting myself from the weather, I had tried to keep my groceries dry, causing me to become soaking wet. Closing the door with my back, I felt the bags be lifted out of my arms.

“Thank you Bu-oh, Steve, hi.” I rushed out, surprised by his visit.

“Hi. I got them, you can let go.” He reassured me, disappearing into the kitchen.

I shook off my coat, removing my shoes at the same time.“You staying for dinner tonight? I don’t mind making an extra plate.”

“No, thank you. I best be going anyway.”

Steve was a regular at our apartment, especially since his mother passed away. Bucky and I had always tried to persuade him to move in with us, he was prone to sickness and physically weak (though a total sweetheart) making me constantly worry over him. He emerged from the kitchen, causing me to gasp as I saw his face.

“Steve, you’ve been fighting again haven’t you?” I sighed as I inspected his face closer. He had a black eye and busted lip, both looking fairly new as I gingerly held his face.

“It wasn’t me this time.” Steve admitted, looking guilty after.“There was a woman getting harassed by a group of guys and Bucky stepped in, I soon followed.”

I smiled a little, knowing they would never beat anyone up for their own pleasure.“What am I going to do with you two? You bunch of heroes.”

“He’s in the bathroom, cleaning himself up.”

“I best go help him. Are you sure you don’t want to stay tonight? Do you want me to look at your battle scars?”

He nodded.“I’m sure. And I’ll be fine, I promise.”

We hugged each other goodbye. I placed a gentle kiss to his cheek, giggling as he blushed. As he left, I stayed by the door, watching as he ran as fast as he could through the rain. He really did melt my heart, I’m so glad he and Bucky were friends; and speaking of Bucky, I made my way to the bathroom, preparing to give my boyfriend a good telling off.

Knocking on the door, I waited for him to call me in. After hearing his muffled voice, I opened the door, leaning on the frame with my arms crossed over my chest. Bucky was leaning over the sink washing his face, blood mixing with the water. I cringed as I saw it, suddenly forgetting that I was supposed to be slightly angry with him. He finally noticed me, smiling slightly even though my mouth had dropped open; Bucky’s face was much worse than Steve’s, he too had a black eye and swollen lips but cuts were strewn all over his face, one cheek more swollen than the other. His white shirt was now ruined, blood splattered around the collar and shoulders as well as a huge rip in one of the sleeves. That was something I wouldn’t be able to fix.

“Doll, you’re soaked right through, I hope Steve didn’t see you like that.” Bucky teased as he dried his face. I heard him hiss as he did so.

Typical Bucky, still his usual cocky self even when he was beaten to a pulp.“I know what you did. I’m proud that you stood up for that woman.”

“But?”

I walked towards him, gingerly wrapping my arms around his torso.“But I hate that you got caught up in a fight. If this keeps up, you could get seriously hurt.”

He grabbed a dry towel, wrapping around me, rubbing my arms to warm me up.“Hey, I had Steve with me, everybody practically fears him.”

I tried to hold back a laugh, but couldn’t help myself.“Don’t be mean. He shouldn’t be getting involved either. Take your shirt off, it’s ruined.”

“I’m sorry to say but I don’t think we’ll be able to do anything tonight.”

I started to unbutton it, not phased by his cheeky comment.“I think that’s the only time I’m ever going to hear you say that.”

Although Bucky protested that he was fine, clearly he wasn’t as I watched him struggle for the rest of the evening. Bucky had always wanted to look after me, he had been an amazing boyfriend, and though it was cliche, I couldn’t have had anyone better. We had been living together for a year, dating for two. Before we started going out, I had known of the infamous Bucky Barnes, a man who was very good with women, making me apprehensive at first. It was actually Steve who introduced us; ironically, he was defending me from a guy I had been on a horrible date with. He followed me all the way home, demanding that I go on another date with him. I constantly told him no, Steve stepping in immediately when I was grabbed. They had got into a small scrap, luckily both of them were terrible fighters, only able to give each other a single punch. I suppose the man didn’t think I was worth the trouble, storming away after he was injured. I instantly thanked my saviour, offering to clean him up, and on the way to my house we had ran into Bucky. Perhaps fate put us together, or it was just a coincidence, but either way I was happy that we met.

Bucky had taken Steve home that day but not before dropping me off at my own house. Ever so polite, he thanked me for helping his friend, asking me out to go dancing as a way to show his gratitude. Throwing caution to the wind, I agreed, leading to one of the best nights of my life. Steve said he changed after that, all Bucky ever spoke about was me or where he was going to take me next. It made me ecstatic; this drop dead gorgeous man was infatuated with me, and I was obsessed with him.

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The next morning, I was woken by knocking at the door. It was the weekend and someone dared disturbed my slumber at eight o’clock in the morning? I groaned, slowly slipping out of bed, checking that I hadn’t disturbed Bucky. He had trouble sleeping that night, it turned out he had been hit hard in the stomach and rib cage, bruises already forming. Tying my dressing gown around me, I shivered from the sudden loss of heat from the bed, now debating if I should ignore the person. They knocked again and I knew I had to answer, otherwise they may never leave. Unlocking the door, I opened it and to my surprise, a young woman was there.

“Morning, sorry, I know it’s early.” she babbled, clearly nervous.

I gave her a small smile, hoping it would make her less nervous.“It’s ok. Can I help you?”

“Does Bucky live here?”

My heart began to race as she said his name.“Yes. He’s asleep though and I’d rather not wake him.”

“Oh, that’s ok. Uh, can you just thank him for me? He saved me from these men who were harassing me the other day. I was really scared and I was so happy when he stepped in.”

I was suddenly relieved, my smile returning.“Of course I can! I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

“I was lucky I suppose. And so are you, for having him as your man.”

A surge of pride washed through me.“Yeah, I am.”

“Is he badly hurt?”

“Not too bad, it could have been worse I suppose.”

“And his friend?”

“Let’s just say he’s better off than Bucky.” an idea struck in my mind, a smirk forming.“Say, have you seen his friend?”

“No, I was actually about to ask you if I could have his address? Please?”

I ripped a piece of paper out of my notebook from the kitchen, rushing back as I noted down his address.“Here you are. He’ll be very humble by the way, but you must insist how thankful you are. Steve is always like that.”

She thanked me before saying her farewells, along with another apology. That poor woman, I knew how it felt to be pressured by a man. Closing the door, I quickly made my way back to Bucky, only to find him now awake. Slipping back into bed, I welcomed him into my arms, stroking his hair back as he rested his head on my chest.

“Who was that?” He mumbled.

“That was your damsel in distress. She came by to thank you.”

“How sweet. What about Steve?”

“Way ahead of you. I sent her on her way, she’s going there right now. Hopefully he’ll grow some balls and ask her out.”

“Don’t be mean.” He mocked me, both of us laughing.“No offence to her, but I’ve only got one damsel and she’s right here with me.”

I leaned down to kiss him.“And I’ve got my hero.”

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