rogersbabyyy

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everyone say happy birthday to dr brian may, soft lanky poodle boy, rock legend and astrophysicist

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and u deserve it because ur so talented !!!

☕️👻☺️😏👀⭐️

favourite passage:

don’t call me stupid but i don’t really know what passage is. is it just a fic? because my favourite fics i’ve written are opposites attract and man on fire.

2 or 3 sentences from something you haven’t posted yet:

“fine.” he mumbles when you’ve stopped giggling. “she tried to… tie me to her fucking headboard, are you happy?”

your eyebrows shoot upwards as roger’s cheeks flush crimson. you weren’t quite expecting that.

“christ.” you laugh. “thought you were just going to tell me you slipped and dropped the yoghurt or something.”

“s’not fuckin’ funny.” he whines.

coming soon. as soon as tumblr stops wacking my ass.

a line that made you feel a fluffy happiness:

“boys, this is my favourite girl in the world.” freddie announces, placing his hands on your shoulders like a proud mum. - opposites attract

your most risky line:

i haven’t written anything that risky tbh but: “want me to fuck your pretty mouth and make you swallow every last drop?”

“yeah.”

“get on your knees then, love, and don’t be quiet about it. want ‘em to hear you choking on my cock.” - spare room

favourite response to one of your works:

everytime someone says something remotely nice to me i become baby, but this recent comment from @rogersbabyyy actually ruined me.

how do you get your inspiration:

i read a lot. not just fics but books. just reading good shit gets me inspired and gives me ideas for plots and vocab etc.

thanks babey😚

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Brian’s and Roger’s commentary of Queen Live in Montreal (1981) during “Now I’m Here” 

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Ok but when Freddie says “I don’t know the words after this fuck it now” and then Brian sings: a whole mood

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70s!roger feeling a bit insecure about his body, especially his gorgeous little squidgy tummy...but reader makes sure that he knows he's beautiful :))

like not to be dramatic but i would die for roger’s lil squidgy tum🥺 thank u for this prompt i love it so much

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“what’s wrong with you?” you frowned at your husband, sitting poolside at the rear of your estate home, staring into space and wearing far too much clothing for the searing summer heat. 

“nothing.” he muttered, arms crossing over his chest, like a child in the aftermath of a tantum. 

“men can’t read minds but women can, roger. talk to me bub, c’mon.”

you were met with silence, before you began crooning his name, “rooogerrr, come on, whatever it is, let me help.” 

“fine,” he sighed, shifting in your direction, his guard relaxing ever so slightly.

“it’s just… since we’ve had our daughter, you know, i’ve put on some weight. and i... i don’t know. i’m not feeling as comfortable as i used to. i used to be like this,” he held out his pointer finger to demonstrate, “and now i’ve got all this.” he pinched a little roll of his tummy between two fingers, huffing. 

“oh, love! that’s it really?” you fawned over him, shaking your head. “sure, you’ve put on a bit of weight, but so have i, god, did you see me when i was pregnant?”

“t’was all the ice cream.” he murmured, teasing you good naturally. normally, this would have a resulted in a smack in the arm, but the stupid joke forced the beginning of a reluctant smile on his lips; so, you settled with pulling a face, scowling mockingly at him.

“hush. but lovie, i love your little belly! you look better than ever, alright, when have i ever lied to you?”

“remember that time i cooked that curry and you said it was delicious and we both ended up with food poisoning?” he cocked an eyebrow at you and suppressed that trademark little smug smirk (which appeared whenever he thought he said something funny, most notably after terrible dad jokes). 

“that was one time!” you groaned, burying your face in his neck, giggling. he pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead, his arm circling around your shoulder. 

“alright, seriously. i’ve never loved you more, you nerd. you’re the greatest, most loving father ever, and-“ you pulled up his shirt and leant down to press a kiss to the soft, willowy skin of his stomach, “your little tummy is absolutely beautiful. i wouldn’t have you any other way.”

just as roger was about to respond, the beginnings of a familiar cry echoed from the within the house.

“daddy!”

“duty calls.” you teased, poking his side.

“s’pose i better tend to that, huh?” but instead of making an attempt to stand, his lips found yours easily; and the man made his gratitude known through a deep, sensual kiss

“i love you, you know that? i don’t say it enough, but i fuckin’ adore you.”

“mumma, i’m hungry!” a chubby little four year old appeared at the french doors that led outside, pouting, and adorned in blue dress; with blonde locks eerily reminiscent of roger’s reaching her shoulders.

“just a minute, angel, mumma’s coming. come, sit.” you gestured to your daughter, and she padded over and crawled into your lap. 

“you made a good choice, huh? out of all those groupies, who would’ve thought i’d end up as your wife.”

“bloody brian, that’s who, wouldn’t shut up about how perfect you were for me. and for once, i couldn’t argue with him.”

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fluff night

guys let’s have a fluff night pls send me cute lil prompts or something n let’s talk about the boys 🧚‍♀️🧸 🤲

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literally so freaking cute, one of my favourite fics ever🥺

Code Blue - Part Three (Ben Hardy x Reader) [*18+ Only*]

AT A GLANCE:

13.4k words, I snapped oops

Gif originally posted by @gryffinddor and it’s beautiful!!!

So much fluff, friendly banter, Ben and Y/N just generally being two halves of a whole idiot, Frankie content, and lots of self-indulgent smut, but like, wholesome smut. You’ll see.

I LOVED writing this fic, and this part is some of my favorite smut I’ve written. I really hope you guys like it :’)

***Again, this part contains adult content. 18+ only, my dudes. Please take that into consideration before you interact with this post. Thank you!!***

“Are you in for the night?”

You looked up from your phone at the sound of your flatmate’s tentative voice; Lottie was standing in the doorway to your room, wearing the kind of ‘no-effort’ outfit that took half an hour to put together, and holding a mug of tea. It was her usual “casual dick appointment” look, and honestly, she was rocking it.  

“Oh boy, I know that tone,” you replied with a suggestive edge in your voice. You balanced your chin on your knee and cocked your head at her knowingly. Lottie stuck her tongue in her cheek and looked down at the floor, but she was smirking.

“Yeah, I’m sorry…I think Mike might be coming over.”

“Do I know Mike?” you teased; you didn’t recognize the name, and it sounded like Jack, her last beau, appeared to have done his time. She was on to the next, as she’d say, and you had to give Lottie credit; she knew what she wanted and went for it.  Jack was old news now, though, and you had half a mind to send the poor guy a thank you note; after all, his horrible rhythm was the reason you’d ended up going over to Ben’s and falling asleep with him the first place. 

You laughed inwardly as you imagined how that card would read: “Hey, thanks for fucking my roommate and making me dip out of my own home in a fit of rage, I might have actually gotten a boyfriend out of it, cheers mate! x”

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Roger entering his 40s like

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fluff night

guys let’s have a fluff night pls send me cute lil prompts or something n let’s talk about the boys 🧚‍♀️🧸 🤲

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I'm so wet or I'm so soft

my two moods only (besides anger)

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Men's Finals Day of the Wimbledon Tennis Championships July, 14, 2019

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“I like to hang out with friends and family, I like to photograph, I like to play music, I’m not particularly good at it but, I was just before this conversation, writing a song on the guitar but yeah I like to listen to music so I suppose that’s it really. I do still love watching films but there are times where it’s difficult to watch when you’re so involved in the industry, it’s an effort to not look at the things that maybe a normal viewer would view them as, or not even at all, like why are the cameras like that, etc.”

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Q U E E N  + names’ meaning

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Just Making Sure (Roger Taylor x Reader) [SMUT]

Gif by @meddrowse!!!! He just looks so good there oof omg

Hellooooo friends! This is just a short little idea I had today that I wanted to share with y’all; I know it’s not as long or fleshed out as my other fics (it’s only 2k, a lil baby fic) but I feel bad that I haven’t posted in a while and I wanted to give you a little something! Sorry if there are typos, I wrote this on my phone lol hope you enjoy!!!

***This contains smut and is intended for 18+ audiences, the reader is also assumed to be 18+ so please take that into consideration before interacting with this post, thank you!***

“Rog,” you sighed from the kitchen as you scrubbed at a particularly stubborn bit of grease on one pan, “I could use a little more help, please?”

“Apparently you always need a little more help,” came Roger’s snide reply. “Will you drop it?” You said exasperatedly. “It was one time. It’s not that big a deal, babe.” “I’m just saying,” Roger replied, his voice a whiny drawl, “How would you feel if I had faked it?”

He was slumped on the couch with his arms folded over his chest and his brows furrowed. And he had been slumped as such for nearly half an hour, ever since you’d admitted to him over dessert that you faked an orgasm—one orgasm—last week. 

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absolutely incredible

New Virgin, Old Scene (80s Brian x Virgin!Reader) *18+ ONLY*

AT A GLANCE:

13.8k+ words lol what even is a short fic I SURE DON’T KNOW

This lovely gif is by @flickofthewrist!!!! 

The fic title is a play on words of the line “new version of the old scene” in the song Rag Doll by Aerosmith! Alright or maybe my dumb ass just misheard the words for years and didn’t want to believe I was wrong, but whatever

Contains: Language, alcohol, lots of flirting, smut and everything that goes with it

SYNOPSIS: The reader is a virgin and she’s over it. She doesn’t care if her first time with a man is special or with someone she loves; she just wants it to happen. At one of Queen’s 1986 Wembley shows, she manages to talk her way backstage, where she meets Brian, and he’s happy to help her out.

THIS FIC CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT.  IT IS 18+ ONLY.

All people in this fic are written to be well over 18. Please take this into consideration before interacting with this post; I don’t want minors liking/reblogging. Thank you!!!

WEMBLEY – NIGHT ONE

The ringing in your ears after a concert was hands-down one of your favorite feelings in the entire world, and it was a sure mark of a good time had by all. You loved how you could hear everything and nothing all at once, and as you sat down for a much needed pee in the last stall in the bathroom of Wembley Stadium, the ringing only grew louder and your smile only grew wider.  You were hot, sweaty, exhausted and sore, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, because you were fairly certain you’d just watched history.

When you first heard that Queen would be at Wembley for not one but two nights, you’d panicked and bought tickets to both shows in case you could only get one night off work. As it turned out, you got both, thanks to a “persistent stomach bug” you convinced your boss you had.

You had seen Queen a few times before back in your teens, but it had been a few years since then, and gone were the days of scrubbing X’s off your hands in the back of a dingy nightclub. This was Wembley, and you swore all of London had packed itself into the stadium. Now, after night one of Queen’s two-night extravaganza, you just knew you had to get backstage somehow.

You were no stranger to going backstage; you’d met countless bands at smaller local venues, and over time got familiar enough with security that they tended to let your antics slide, but Wembley was another story. You could only hope, as you adjusted your outfit in the bathroom mirror after Queen’s encore, that you would get lucky today in more ways than just one. 

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words are not adequate to describe the talent possessed by this author! without a doubt, this is the best piece of writing on tumblr, so delicately and cleverly written, i kneel before you !!!

opposites attract (roger taylor x reader)

this was originally written for the opposites attract trope in @supersonicfreddie ‘s writing competition (the deadline for which has long passed) so sorry

here it is @blindboytaylor

pairing: virgin!reader x 70’s roger taylor

summary: you’re introduced by your best friend at imperial college, freddie, to his band mates. you find yourself drawn to the enigmatic blonde drummer, with one considerable hurdle holding you back. 

warnings: fluff, smut (18+), readers first time, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), a tad of orgasm denial, slight angst, alcohol

a/n: this is my first ever published work so i’m not expecting a big response, but i’d love feedback from anyone who has the time🥰

all of the thank you’s to @sweet-ladyy for providing her expertise and beta-reading skills and @illfoandillfie for being the most encouraging, talented internet mum ever. if i can leave you with one piece of advice, it’s read everything on both of their master lists.

wordcount: 8k

“i’ve got no qualms about having a slash all over your precious red fucking special.”

“unless you want my foot through your bass drum, roger.”

“how about mine up your arse?”

“god, you’re a bloody kid sometimes.”

“oh, come off it brian.”

“are you sure this is the best time for me to be meeting the band, fred?” you nod your head towards the studio door, through which you can hear the muffled yells of the band mates freddie’s been begging to introduce you to for almost a month now.

your closest college friend dismisses your concerns with a flourish of his black varnished fingernails.

“they’re both being bloody drama queens. they’ll come off it once they lay their eyes on you dear.”

if you’ve learnt one thing since befriending freddie bulsara at the start of first year, it’s that he’s as stubborn as a mule. his persistence is admirable when it comes to musical pursuits, but as far as your personal life goes, it’s downright bloody annoying. he’s not yet given up on the hope that you’ll fancy one of his aforementioned band mates and he’ll get “cupid credit” for the rest of your happy lives together. no matter how many times you’ve told him it’s not going to happen.

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the grey thing is the stage and the black circle is where my seats are wtf🤯🤯🤯