#Roger Taylor fic

[belladonnic-haze]

ACROSS THE MILKY SEAS

Queen | Brian May/Roger Taylor Teen and Up | Narnia AU | Chaptered Fic | Ongoing

During his placement at the observatory on Tenerife, Brian finds himself singing to the stars and helping a strange old lady make her way around the island's cave system. If someone told him he'd find everything he was looking for in the depths of one of those caves, and across a sea of milk-white flowers, Brian might have taken up potholing recreationally.

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[anonymityisfunwriter]

"Slut!"

Pairing - Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader Summary - It was perfect. Lovelorn and nobody knows. Love thorns all over this rose. You almost forgot just how hard the fall back to reality is. But if they call you a slut, it might be worth it for once.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | Inspired By Taylor Swift Masterlist

"She goes through guys like a train-"

You immediately change the channel. The next one isn't better. You don't know why you thought it would be.

"The Stark last name and the long list of ex-lovers, that's her claim to fame. I mean, let's be honest here, she's a slu-" The tabloid reporter is abruptly cut off as the screen before you goes dark.

You look up to find Steve with the remote in his hand. He glares at the screen like the reporter was still talking, "You shouldn't be watching that."

"I'm used to it."

"You shouldn't be. It's despicable. They were - the things they're calling you-"

"A slut," you finish for him.

His eyes dart to you, that furrow between his eyebrows getting deeper and deeper with every word spoken, "It's not true. This isn't journalism, it's slander."

You weren't sure how this happened. Sure, it was only a matter of time before they found you out. This wasn't the first time. Not the second or the third either. If the press was to be believed, you were love sick. Love struck with a new man every week.

It wasn't the first time someone called you a slut. It certainly wouldn't be the last.

You stopped living your life in fear of what people would say a long time ago. Being this young was an art. And up until now, you thought you mastered it.

It was simple. You even had your rules. You followed them and no one got hurt - or at the very least, it minimized the damage.

They were going to stare at you. Strangers. Press. The flashing cameras. It came with being a Stark. If they're going to look, you gave them something to look at. You didn't so much as step out on the street with a single hair out of place. You were flawless. Always.

You were nineteen, and on the heels of a breakup with your second ever boyfriend, the first time someone spit that word at you - "slut!" It hurt, but it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. It almost made you laugh. You realized that they didn't really care about your love life or about the trail of broken hearts you were supposedly leaving behind. They wanted a spectacle. They wanted a show. If you're going to be drunk, might as well be drunk in love.

It was easier after that. You knew the truth. The people around you knew the truth. You let everyone else believe what they wanted. You did what you wanted. You lived your life without worrying about being called a slut. They were going to call you one anyway. And if they call you a slut, you might as well make it worth it.

You gave just enough to keep them satisfied. Never anything too real. Never too much. Just enough that they wouldn't dare peak behind closed doors. Just enough to be able to live your life.

There were was a cost, of course. No one took you seriously. You dealt with the vague humiliation of the rumors constantly swirling about your hips and thighs and whispered sighs.

And though you inherited the Stark genius, no one cared about what you thought, what you had to say.

In that, the reporter was right, your love life was far more interesting than your thoughts on quantum mechanics or the military industrial complex. That was what you were known for.

For the most part, you were okay with it. You were willing to pay it all.

That was until you fell in love with Steve Rogers. Suddenly, you weren't willing to give them crumbs. You weren't willing to expose a love that felt this delicate.

You sit on the couch, huddled in your sweatpants, pensively staring at the blank screen.

This time, it was different. This wasn't a show, not a spectacle. It was real, an exposed nerve that the world decided was fair game. You were fair game and it was open season.

Steve settles beside you, draping an arm around your midsection. He kisses your temple, "Tony thinks it's probably best that you lay low for a while."

"Yes, well, my brother is the expert on PR damage control."

It wasn't the same though. You both knew it. Tony had done far worse with far more women. Yet, he would never pay the price you were paying in this very moment.

Steve's arms tighten around you like he's shielding you from the storm, "It's not right. It's not fair that you're being forced to sequester yourself. You're being punished but what exactly was your crime?"

"I fell in love with Steve Rogers, that was my crime." You fell for the man everyone wanted, the man who was in the wrong place at the right time.

"I'm sorry," he whispers against the crown of your head.

"For what?"

"You warned me this would happen."

It was true. You told him exactly what would happen, but even you didn't anticipate exactly how bad things would get.

You'd been with Steve for just under a year. And up until a week ago, only a select few knew. You both agreed to keep it a secret from the public. You felt protective over the love you shared, it was more real than anything else you'd ever had. You wanted to keep it to yourself, out of the hands of people that would tear you both to shreds without a second thought.

Steve felt the same. Though he was more worried about the enemies he made over the years.

It made sense to protect the relationship, to protect yourselves until you were both ready. You wanted to protect him from what you knew was lurking around the corner. Steve was still so new to the 21st century. Dating in the public eye wasn't easy. Dating a Stark wasn't easy. For almost an entire year, you used every publicity trick in the book - and it worked.

But then, you heard it, the whispers, rumors bubbled about your newest future ex-lover.

You only agreed to going public because everyone told you it was time, because they promised that the timing couldn't have worked out better than this. It was better to do this on your own terms than have it leaked.

No one knew how bad it would get.

"Are you sure? There's no going back after this," you whisper, standing in the hallway of your apartment. You could practically hear the cameras flashing outside your apartment. You'd never been this nervous to leave your apartment before. You'd been through the plan a million times. You'd be exposed to the cameras for a matter of seconds. Happy was already waiting with the door to your SUV open, ready for you to jump in. You'd walk outside holding Steve's hand - a sort of silent announcement to the world. "It won't be easy."

"I don't care," Steve promises, kissing the palm of your hand. "I'm tired of hiding. I'm proud to call you mine."

You tenderly stroke his cheek, "And if it blows up in your pretty face?"

He smiles down at you, "You're worth it."

"We'll pay the price, I guess." But deep down, you know. You'll pay the price, he won't.

The cameras had never been that loud before. Even though your announcement went off without a hitch, even though your publicist couldn't have been more pleased, not even they could have predicted how bad things would get.

It seemed like the whole world was calling you that four letter word.

At first, it was mostly online. People were mean, you knew that. You were prepared for nasty comments. Steve's most staunch supporters thought he could do better. People rejoiced in the spectacle your love life turned into. You were a laughing stock all over again. All that you were prepared for. Then some rabid fans leaked your phone number.

You decided that it would be a good time to disconnect anyway.

But it didn't end there. Not even close.

The day after you were expected to make an appearance for a charity you founded. It was just a quick 2 minute speech. And though the event had been throughly vetted, you'd never forget the way your blood ran cold when mid-sentence someone screamed that four letter word over and over again until security dragged them out. You continued until your speech was done, but there was no hiding the way your hands trembled.

From what you heard, the video was still making its rounds online.

You were expected to make an appearance two days after that. An event honoring your father. An event you poured your blood, sweat, and tears into to make sure it was impeccable, an event worthy of honoring your father. The same event you were practically uninvited from.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's just me. I come in peace," Tony jokes.

"I'm glad," you sigh. "I was worried I was going to have to get another number."

Tony sighs into the phone, "How are you holding up?"

"I've been better."

"I'm afraid I don't come bearing good news."

"What now, Tony?"

"That event you had Friday night, the one for dad?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose. You already knew were this was going. "What about it?"

"They want me to take over for you."

You bitterly scoff, "This week just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?"

"You say the word and I'll tell them to fuck off."

"No, don't do that. It's for dad."

"You planned this whole thing single-handedly. You deserve to be the one up there." You don't say a word. He's right, you both know it. It doesn't change the situation you've been put in. "You are still going, right? Come on, you have to go."

"They broke into my house, Tony."

"What? Are you okay?"

"Happy just told me," you explain, sparing Tony the most gory details. "The one in L.A. Apparently, it is now covered in spray paint. You wanna guess what they wrote?"

"Where was your security?" Tony demands.

"Here. Trying to keep people off my sidewalk."

"I'm so sorry."

"I just - I don't think it's a good idea. At least until I get more security."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad you've got Steve there. At least I know he'll keep you safe."

You almost smile. Tony was never his biggest fan, but you mostly credit that to him being an overprotective big brother. And the situation you'd found yourself in did nothing to win Tony's over good graces, "It's not his fault, Tony."

"It kinda is, but I digress. Listen, we'll figure this out, alright? I'll go streak in front of the Tower if that'll take some heat off of you."

And though you effectively doubled your security in the last two days, nothing would change anyone's mind about you. You were the villain tainting their hero.

You broke down after that call, violently sobbing against Steve's shoulder. He just pulled you in even tighter.

It reminds you of why you're doing all this. So you can be together, out in the open. That in a world of boys, he's a gentleman.

You squeeze his hand, "You're worth it."

"I'm not worth having your reputation torn to shreds."

And maybe they're right about you. Maybe you do get love struck. Maybe his eyes are like the world's strongest liquor, and it went straight to your head. Maybe you do get love sick. Sure, your life has momentarily fallen apart. It's magic, madness, heaven, and sin, all rolled into one. But if they're going to call you a slut, it might be worth it for once. "But what if all I need is you?"

Steve Rogers Masterlist AnonymityIsFun Masterlist Inspired By Taylor Swift Masterlist

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[letssee2468]

Yall let me be real with you…

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[freddie-mercury-rising]

Baby, Baby, Baby, Light My Way

for @frogerweek 2024!

“She asked you to watch the baby?” Roger’s face held an expression somewhere between amusement and horror, which frankly, Freddie resented.

“You act like that’s the most unfathomable thing you’ve ever heard.”

Roger huffed out a laugh. “Well, it sort of … is.” Read more

[thegreatwicked]

FicRecs

Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!

Please note: Virtually ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE SMUT. That means 18+ content, and you are responsible for managing your internet consumption. Minors DNI.

FicRecs

DC Comics

Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.

Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.

Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.

Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.

Star Wars

Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.

The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.

The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...

Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.

Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.

His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.

Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.

Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!

Actors/Characters

Ben Hardy

Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.

Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.

Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.

For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...

[rogermyreligion]

57 & 60 fluff with Roger, please?

57. "You smell so nice."

60. "Kiss me or i'll cry."

The weight of the long day pressed down on Roger as he entered his home, his steps heavy and his shoulders slumped. The relentless hours in the studio, the endless meetings, and the demanding interviews had left him utterly drained. He longed for the comfort of his couch at least.

You were waiting for him, sensing his exhaustion the moment you saw him. With a sympathetic smile, you approached him and took his hand.

"Hey," you said softly, "You look like you've had a rough day," your eyes filled with concern, you could see the bags under his eyes.

He managed a tired smile as he allowed you to lead him to the couch. "You have no idea," he replied, sinking into the cushions with a final groan. He was feeling how the couch was sucking on him.

You knelt behind him, your skilled hands beginning to knead away the knots in his shoulders. The tension that had built up throughout the day began to melt away under your touch, and Roger released a contented sigh.

"Jesus love," he mumbled, "Your hands" he closed his eyes with relief.

Your fingers worked their soothing magic, moving with precision over the tense muscles. "I've had plenty of practice," you replied with a gentle laugh.

As you continued the massage, Roger couldn't help but be lulled by your touch and the comforting ambiance of the living room. The scent of a warm, home-cooked meal wafted from the kitchen, and his favorite records playing in the background.

"You smell so nice," he murmured, the words slipping out as he inhaled the familiar and comforting scent.

You grinned, pausing for a moment. "It's just the chicken casserole in the oven"

Roger chuckled softly. "No, I mean you. You always smell nice"

Now you were smiling to yourself, you leaned down to press a soft kiss to the top of his head. "You're too sweet babe"

“Although the chicken smells really good,” he made a face, making you laugh.

"You must be hungry huh" your hands caressing his chest and slapping it softly

You sat down into a big but beautiful silence at first, just enjoying the food, Roger’s face was priceless, he took a few bites, savoring the familiar taste and the comfort it brought.

You talked and laughed while eating, sharing stories of the day and plans for the weekend ahead. Roger found himself drawn into your lively conversation, the weariness of the day momentarily forgotten. He felt relaxed everytime he heard words coming out of your mouth, he could hear you for hours and hours.

When the meal was finished, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on you. "You always know how to make everything better," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

A wave of vulnerability coming over you, for a moment you were shy, like you couldn't look at him in the eye, he was the only one that could make you this silly.

“It’s nothing Rog, i just love you." you replied warmly.

He reached across the table and took you hand in his. "Kiss me or I'll cry," he teased, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

You laughed and leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft and tender kiss.

When the dinner was finished Roger glanced at the cluttered table and stifled a yawn, his exhaustion catching up to him again.

"Love," he said with a gentle smile, "I'm feeling a bit sleepy. Mind if I move to the couch while you tidy up?"

His little blue eyes, how could you say no?

You nodded affectionately. "Sure, go get comfortable"

He rose from his chair with a contented sigh and made his way to the couch. He settled in, stretching out and closing his eyes, the soothing sounds of you moving dishes and softly humming to yourself bringing him into a sense of tranquility.

With deft hands, you cleared the table and began washing the dishes, the warm water and the rhythmic clinking of plates creating a soothing background to Roger's peace. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, all spread out on the couch, chest rising and falling.

As you dried your hands and made your way to the living room, you smile at the sight of him. His exhaustion had finally caught up to him, and he was sound asleep, tousled hair falling gently over his forehead.

With a soft chuckle, you approached him, your heart swelling with affection. You covered him with a nearby blanket, tucking it around him. Roger stirred slightly but didn't wake, his sleep too deep to be disturbed.

You sat down on the edge of the couch watching him, fingers gently tracing the contours of his face. You knew how hard he worked at the studio and how much it drained him. For you he deserves every piece of silence.

Roger shifted in his sleep, a faint smile playing on his lips. It was moments like these that you love the most, the quiet ones.

You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, your lips lingering for a moment before you settled back beside him. Your hand going up and down his chest, his belly full.

He slowly opened his eyes with a yawn, you smiled and he grabbed your face, kissing you slowly, vaguely.

He ended it with a peck on your lips, smiling like a sleepy child. You pushed his head down softly, “C'mon love, want you to sleep," you said closing your eyes as you heard him humming happily.

Masterlist

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

But You Can Never Leave

Series Summary: You are an overwhelmed and disenchanted nurse in Boston, Massachusetts. Queen is an eccentric British rock band you’ve never heard of. But once your fates intertwine in the summer of 1974, none of your lives will ever be the same…

Chapter 1: Needles And Fretboards

Chapter 2: Accept The Fucking Offer

Chapter 3: Signed In Blood

Chapter 4: City Of Dreams

Chapter 5: Don’t Even Think About It

Chapter 6: Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Chapter 7: Forget Everything You Know

Chapter 8: The Light

Chapter 9: Follow The Rules

Chapter 10: Premonitions

Chapter 11: The Rush

Chapter 12: The Mirror

Chapter 13: Paper And Ink

Chapter 14: Fever

Chapter 15: Midnight Manhattan

Chapter 16: A Different Kind Of Life

Chapter 17: Shadows

Chapter 18: Summers In Florence

💜 All of my writing can be found HERE! 💜

[nana-71926]

Author's Notes: Aaand here's the next chapter. Brian is a riddle that Roger is determined to get to the bottom of. Enjoy! XD

Excerpt:

May 1865

“It’s getting late,” Roger said, slowly rising from his seat, “and I am keeping you from your rest. I hope you have been sleeping well lately, my friend?”

He was pleased to see color flood Brian’s wan cheeks. “Very well, thank you,” Brian replied, reluctantly leading the way through the narrow passageway to the door. “I’ve been having good dreams lately.”

Roger smiled as Brian looked away, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. “That is good. You ought to rest as much as you can to get your strength back.”

Brian’s answering smile gave way to a look of consternation as he opened the front door. “Oh,” he said at the thick, swirling fog. “Oh, no.”

“No matter,” said Roger bracingly. “It’s just a slight mist which will lift in no time. I can find my way home.”

“It’s as thick as pea soup,” Brian protested, dismayed. “You can’t go out there. There might be wolves, or…or something worse.”

Roger would have laughed at the thought of something worse than he, lurking in the dark.

“Stay,” pressed Brian, the urgency of the situation lending him some eloquence. “Stay the night. Here. With me.”

“Are you sure?” Roger queried, brow furrowed. “I do not want to be a bother—”

“You are no bother,” said Brian quickly, growing bolder under Roger’s gaze. “Stay with me.”

Roger gave him his small, sharp smile and said graciously, “Alright. If you insist.”

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[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

Hormones - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader FanFiction

Summary/AN: I initially intended this to be smut or implied smut, but it came out rather fluffy. I might write a part two if people are interested. The reader is horny and on her period, and has something to share with Roger.

Warnings: mention of periods and pregnancy (non-descrip.), sexual innuendos, etc. Mainly fluff.

Word count: Aprox. 700

Only four months into your relationship you had a pregnancy scare with Roger. Luckily, it was just your period acting up due to stress, but you still decided to go on birth control. Birth control is more acceptable these days, so you were able to get prescribed it rather easily.

Your doctor said, if you’re lucky your period will stop completely. You still got yours but the pill helped regulate your cramps and lowered your flow a bit. You still had horrendous mood swings. Whenever you were in your period you would get insanely horny as well. Hormones are hormones, what would you expect?

You got your monthly yesterday and let Roger know. He always seems a little bummed when you get it, partly because that meant most sexual things were off the table, but also because it pained him to see you in pain.

Roger was sat on the couch, T.V. on a low volume as he flips through a magazine. “These reporters are rubbish. They aren’t reporting anything!” he scowled as he read through the article about the band.

You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving his cheek a quick peck. “Whatcha doing?” you ask, and Roger tosses the magazine away.

“Just reading complete and utter lies,” he mumbles, giving the magazine a side eye. He brushes off the ill feelings about the article and turns his head to meet yours, quickly kissing your lips.

“What’s up?” he asks, and you smile. “Nothing much,” you explain. You find your way around the couch and land in Roger lap.

“I know you’re in your period, Y/N,” he says. “You know how I feel about that stuff.” Roger wasn’t entirely grossed out by menstruation, but he felt that you should be taken care of and rest while on your period, not handled like some one night stand.

“Okay, Mr. Jumping-to-conclusion,” you huff. Roger rolls his eyes with a smile. “I’m not saying that you had that intention, but you know how riled up I get when you sit on my lap like this,”

He was right. If you were him, you wouldn’t be able to resist when you had a breathtaking girl straddling your hips who wouldn’t hesitate to start grinding on you at any moment.

You shrug. “Well sorry that I want to show my beautiful boyfriend some love and affection,” you say, crossing your arms in a dramatic way, and Roger laughs. “Don’t be like that,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss which breaks you out of your bit.

“What can I help you with, love?” he asks. You wrap your arms around his neck again, gently gazing into his.

“I want to have a baby,”

Rogers' soft gaze turns wide. “Y-you want to have a baby?” he stammers his words as he confirms your question. You nod and your smile slowly fades. “Do you not want one?” you ask. Roger quickly shakes his head. “No, no. Of course I want a baby. I’d love to have a baby,” his hands slowly move down to your stomach where your child would be resting. “I just- got caught off guard,” he explains.

You smile at his hands on your stomach, imagining you round with his child. “I want your baby.”

“Is this because you’re horny?” he questions. “Maybe,” you say. “But who says a baby has to be made out of pure, non-sexual love, and not lust?”

Roger nods at your point. “Well you’re going to have to stop taking your pills if you’re serious about this,” he explains. “I’m serious,” you tell him.

You've been thinking about this for a long time, actually. Even before you began dating you imagined yourself round with Rogers child, and his strong arms wrapped around to cup your stomach.

His lips suddenly crash with yours. He smiled against the kiss, humming as his hands moved up to grip your hair lovingly. You breathlessly part from the kiss. Roger leans his forehead against yours. “We’re gonna have a baby…” he whispers, and you smile. “Mhm…” you hum as his hands gently hold the non-existence fetus in your stomach. “You’re gonna be the best daddy there ever was…”

You hear a small snicker from Roger. “Trying to get me even more riled up?” he jokes. You hit his shoulder and laugh. “Shut up,” you say. He grins and gives you another kiss. “And you’re going to be the best mommy in the world, I promise…”

[illfoandillfie]

Baby, It's Alright

Future Management Series

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Words: 2,669

Warnings: a bit angsty but also fluffy, references to sex, hypnosis, intellience play/bimboification but nothing explicit on page, robbery

A/N: So a while ago I got a comment suggesting a potentially angsty storyline revolving around a sex tape. Initially I plotted out something much longer (i think it was a 3 chapter storyline from the sex tape to the problem to the solution) and much much angstier lmao. But, in deciding what I felt like writing I re-read the outline and decided to squish it together and get rid of a big part and honestly I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.

Also, the idea for anchoring came from, I think, an episode of the Two Hyp Chicks podcast called "Anchoring and Pavlovian Conditioning".

Title taken from a song by Roger's side project The Cross.

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Watching yourself and Roger have sex was a strange experience. Not a bad experience, but definitely odd. It was weird to see yourselves on film so it took a few minutes to adjust to that, but once you were more comfortable with it you had to admit it was kind of hot too. It was especially strange for you because you’d never seen your hypnotised self. You knew what you were like when you were in one of Roger’s trances because you could remember things after he’d snapped you out of it, and you knew what Roger looked like when he was tranced, but those were very different to seeing yourself.

You’d fucked after the video had finished, more than a little turned on by seeing yourself as his dumb little toy. But then, after Roger had gone to bed, you’d rewound the tape and watched certain sections again. The moment you dropped was entrancing. The visible change in your body – the way you held yourself, the way your posture shifted. And Roger in that moment, you wished you could see him a little more clearly than you could. He was so patient, keeping you focused on him even when you were visibly distracted by the camera. And he made it seem so easy. A few key phrases, a few trigger words. That was all he needed to be able to control you, to unlock you. And then suddenly you were giggling and begging for his cock.

Before you’d put the tape on you’d worried that watching it would make you feel bad about filming yourselves in the first place. That it would be awkward and embarrassing and that seeing yourself in such a state would make you enjoy it less. But, thankfully, it had the opposite effect. Seeing yourself, seeing how well Roger treated you and how happy you were during the hypnosis, made you feel good about making the tape. Not only was it educational, seeing yourself in such a new way, but it was also just really nice to have some physical evidence of how much you enjoyed exploring hypnosis with Roger. But after that you weren’t really sure what to do with the tape. You had no intention of destroying it but you also didn’t plan to watch it repeatedly. Should you put it near the TV? Should you shut it away in the same drawer as your sex toys and lube? Should you just leave the tape in the camera for now? Roger didn’t seem to have any idea either but he suggested putting it up on a higher shelf in case Brian or Deaky brought their kids over one day, and somewhere where less people were likely to snoop around. So it ended up being placed in a decorative sewing box of assorted bits and bobs that sat on the shelves in the study. And there it stayed, for months.  

When it was eventually brought out of the box again, it was not under the best circumstances. You and Roger had been out to dinner. A bit of a date night, just for fun. It had been lovely getting dressed up and eating at somewhere a little bit posh, and you had intended on leading Roger to the bedroom once you got home. But instead you entered the living room to find a mess of broken glass and strewn about belongings that made your heart stop. The police were called, the house and yard were searched for any sign of whoever had broken in, but eventually you and Roger were left to tidy up and catalogue everything that had gone missing. It was all expensive stuff that had been taken – a couple of Roger’s guitars, some of the jewellery he’d bought you, the television, and the video camera. It was the last that made you panic most. Jewellery and TVs could be replaced, but you couldn’t quite remember whether the tape you’d made had been in the camera still. Your chest tightened at the thought of some unknown criminal having it, whether or not they knew what it was. Thankfully, when you asked Roger, he reminded you about putting it somewhere safer.  “Remember love? It’s in the sewing box.” 

You hurried to the bookshelf to double check. The robbers had made quite a mess of the house, emptying drawers onto floors, pulling books off shelves. You needed to be certain they hadn’t snagged the box too. But on that front you could breathe a sigh of relief. The box was open but the tape was still there, so you could only assume someone had looked inside and judged the assorted items a waste of time before moving onto more interesting things. You dug the tape out and squeezed it in your fist, the way it dug into your palm a comfort.  

“We have to find somewhere safe to keep this. Like really, really safe.”  “No one’s going to want a random tape when there are obviously expensive things around, love.”  “But what if they knew you lived here and decided to pocket it on the chance it was an exclusive Queen thing? Or just because they were curious?”  “Calm down, honey,” Roger said placing his arms on your shoulders and rubbing them gently, “I know this has been a shock, but it’s okay.”  “I’m not in shock Roger." you said, deliberately keeping your voice steady, "I just want to make sure our sex tape can’t find its way into the public. I don’t want there to be any risk that this will be picked up by the wrong person or find its way into a pile of donations or anything else. Imagine if it’d been in the camera still. Maybe the guy who took it wouldn’t have looked at it but maybe the guy he sold the camera too would. And maybe he’d show it to some other guys he knows. And maybe one of them realises the fucking drummer from Queen is in it and decides to sell it since it’s now worth something. I don’t care about anything they actually took, we can replace that stuff. But if this got out into the world, it would be impossible to get back. I mean can you imagine what people would say if the video got out?” 

Roger was looking suitably pale now, “It’d be a bloodbath.”  You nodded, “They wouldn’t have the context to understand. All they’d see is you controlling me.”  “Fuck, you’re right. They’d have a field day with it. There’d be so many horrible comments."  “And that’s not even mentioning our work. Those satanic panic dick heads would love it. A rock star using magic to force a woman into sex.”  Roger snorted but he still looked shaken.  “And I spend so much time talking to important people, mostly men, practically begging them to donate resources. How could I do that if they’d seen the tape? I doubt any of them would take me seriously after seeing it.”  “And what if they decided to try something on you? What if they picked up on any of our triggers?”  That thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. You’d been so concerned with the way the media would react you’d barely considered what it might teach the everyday scumbag. For a moment you stood in horrified speechlessness but once you’d thought about it a little, you were less worried. Roger was still clearly a little panicked at the idea though, so you hoped you sounded reassuring as you said, “That wouldn’t work though. I mean, we were careful when we started doing this properly. The way we’ve set up triggers isn’t just about the words that get said, it’s the touch as well. And you’re voice Rog. Even if someone did try something, I doubt it would have any effect. I’m not going to let them just play with my hair or anything. And it’s not an immediate effect anyway. It takes time to fully talk me into a trance, especially if I’m not prepared for it or don’t want it.”  Roger let out a breath, “Yeah, no, true. Sorry. Just the idea of anyone trying to hurt you makes me...” He couldn’t even think of a strong enough word, making a guttural sound as he clenched his fists.   “I know honey,” you drew him into a hug, his nose pressed into the crook of your neck, as you rubbed his back until you felt him relax. 

When both of you had calmed a little from the momentary panic, Roger asked what you wanted to do with the tape, “Destroy it? Hide it?”  “I know the safest option would be to destroy it but, I don’t really want to do that. I liked seeing myself like that and I want to be able to see it again, y’know.”  “If you’d said to destroy it I would have been totally on board but I’m kind of glad you don’t want to. We look hot on that tape and I definitely plan to watch it again.”  You laughed, “Okay so where do we put it then?”  “Maybe I should get a safe installed?”  “I’ve heard that things in safes are more likely to be stolen because it’s such an obvious target. But I s’pose if you got one that was really hard to break into it’d be fine.” 

Roger hummed in thought, “It needs to be somewhere no one would think to look, either innocently or with the intention to rob us. How about on top of the fridge?”  “What?”  “Well, we’ve got all those recipe books and magazines stacked up there so no one can see behind them. It’s not likely anyone other than us would get up there. Even if someone was borrowing a book from us, we’d get it down to give to them. We could put it in a Tupperware box too, so it wouldn’t get dusty. And if, long shot, we got broken into again before we’d sorted out some sort of extra security for the house, who’s going to look in the kitchen for valuables? If they did, they’d see the Mixmaster first and take it.”  “I don’t love it as a long term solution but it’s a good temporary spot until we can work out something better.” You laughed, more out of relief than amusement, slipping your arms around Roger’s neck and tugging him in for a kiss, “Thank you.” 

*** 

You’d thought that was the end of things. Especially after Roger had organised some extra security precautions for the house, and you’d settled on the final hiding place for the video. You felt safe again. There was no need to be anxious about what might happen if someone found out about your hypnosis because the chance of anyone finding out was so slim. Occasionally you’d feel a little spike of worry, if you thought about it for too long, but mostly you could ignore it. But it hadn’t been quite so easy for Roger to shake. He didn’t mention it or let on until one evening, months after you’d first been robbed when he greeted you with a kiss as soon as you arrived home after work and told you he had a surprise. You were excited and curious, letting Roger lead you to the bedroom.  “So what is it?” You asked when he stopped and turned around, just looking at you for a moment.   “Umm, well, maybe I should explain first.”  “Roger? Is everything okay?” You tried to keep from sounding too worried though his behaviour was definitely uncharacteristic enough to have you a little anxious.   “Yes, I think so. Or it will be, I hope.”  You just nodded at him to continue, unsure you wanted to hear what he was about to say.  

He thought for a moment, frowning a little as he decided where to begin, “You remember that conversation we had just after we were robbed? Y’know, we talked about how we had to hide our tape in case someone found it by accident and the ramifications of that happening.”  “Of course I remember. Rog, has something happened to the tape?”  “Oh, god love no, nothing like that.”  You were beyond relieved but still concerned at what he was going to say instead.   “No, it just got me thinking. Umm, worrying is maybe a better word. The idea of someone figuring out our triggers and using them, or at least trying to use them...I...I don’t want you to ever have to worry about something like that happening. And I know it’s not likely. No one is going to see the tape, and if they did our triggers are hard to mimic. But I want to be sure. So for the last couple of months I’ve been doing some research and I think I have a way to make the triggers even more specific to us.”  You didn’t quite know what to say at first. Between the relief that it wasn’t anything bad and the wave of absolute adoration that hit you at the lengths Roger would take to keep you safe. All you could manage was a soft, “You have?” 

“Yeah, umm, hang on,” Roger held up a finger and then moved towards the closet, digging around through some of his clothes. When he turned back to you he was holding a familiar little box.   “Jewellery? Is this just to replace something that was taken or is it relevant to your idea?”  Roger laughed softly as he opened the box, “Bit of both.” Inside was a gorgeous black velvet choker with a pink gemstone set in a silver charm dangling from the front.  “I think there’s a way for me to lock a suggestion to the collar. Turn it into an anchor of sorts. It’s kind of related to Pavlovian Conditioning, only that's like an involuntary, reflexive response learnt over time and what I would do is more intentional.”  “So how would it work?”  “Well, I’d get you to wear the choker and then put you into a trance like normal and then I’d be able to implant suggestions so that you associated the choker, the sensation of wearing it, with particular feelings. I could make it so you feel horny when you have it on, and closer to that bimbo state. It wouldn’t be like you put it on and you’re instantly dumb, but the sensation of the choker would put that suggestion in your head and then work in conjunction with our regular touch based triggers to help you get to being dumb easily, if that makes sense. But also, wearing it would provide a very clear distinction between when you’re under and when you’re not. You could initiate a scene easier because you can put the choker on yourself or ask me to put it on for you. The flip side being, it also becomes clear when you don’t want to play bimbo. And whilst trigger words may be easy to copy, it would be virtually impossible for someone to force you to wear the choker. We also don’t have to use a choker, if you’d prefer something else we can change object. It could be a ring or a specific item of clothing, as long as it’s got a recognisable sensation to it.  “You meant it when you said you’d been thinking about this.”  “Well, yeah.” Roger laughed softly, “You said you were uncomfortable. And I know what our hypno play means to you, being able to escape and unwind in that way. I don’t want you to ever worry about someone using it against you. I don’t want to worry about that either.”  You drew Roger into a deep kiss, pressing yourself firmly against him, trying to show him how much you loved him.   “So is that a yes?” He asked, a little breathless, when you finally let him go.  “Yeah, let's try it. Maybe tonight?” 

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"after concert" roger Taylor x reader imagine

hi, this is just a short imagine I have been working on. I've been trying to work and get better on my smut writing skills. the smut I've written in the past has been Absolutely horrible, don't know how anyone actually even read it. if you wanna tell me your thoughts about if its good smut or not, please comment!! but anyway enjoyy!!♥♥

Roger came up from behind you, his loud footsteps and heavy breathing making his presence known. You could see his sweat dripping down his chest as he whipped his sweat with a towel. Roger groaned, staring at you, he walked over to you gently placing his hands on your shoulders. “You look nice,” “Mhm, you like this outfit?”. “Yea, makes you look so fuckable” he groaned desperately. Roger smiled, his tongue grazing the top of his teeth. “Hey, why don't you be a good girl for me?” he whispered. You nodded, guessing what he had in mind.

Roger slowly started to undo the buttons on your shirt, his hands sloppy with frustration but once he got the buttons undone he was fast to cup your breast desperately as he softly let his fingers wander passionately. You moaned over the sensation of Roger's overworked hands gripping at you. He Lightly took your nipple between his teeth as he trailed down your body.

You slid your skirt off and Roger smiled.

 “Good girl,” 

He reached for the sides of the chair you were on, kneeling to the floor.

Roger sensually glided his fingertips along the inside of your thigh, a shaky gasp escaping your lips.

“fuck-”

“Already so wet,” Roger groaned.

roger let his hands grip your things sucking on the soft skin, you could feel there was gonna be marks the next day

You whined because of his teasing. 

“Don't worry, by the end you'll be a soaking incoherent mess” 

Roger then slid two fingers into your cunt slowly, then Sucking harshly over your sensitive clit. 

You moaned uncontrollably. 

His perfect stamina and speed makes your drip onto his hands. 

He smirked seeing you frantically gasp and tremble. 

You could feel his fingers pushing into you as his swollen lips and wet tongue roughly sucked at your clit. 

You could feel yourself reaching climax but to your disappointment he moved his mouth away from your clit, and pulled his two fingers out from you as a wet sound followed.

“Roger please” you desperately begged. 

“Don't worry I'm not gonna stop, just figuring out what way I should let you finish”

You tilted your head back. “God” you breathed.

Roger placed his hands on your hip-bones pushing himself up. You melted yourself into the chair as he looked deeply into your eyes. 

“Please, roger, just fuck me”. 

“sit on the make-up desk”

You quickly stood up propping yourself up onto the desk.

He carelessly took his clothes off. 

As he walked close to you, you ran your fingers over his hard penis. “Uh uh” he tutted “you can suck me off after if you want to, but now, I just wanna be inside you”. 

Roger looked into your eyes.

He grabbed you hips needlingly and slid himself into you, your loud gasp making him chuckle. 

Roger's head fell forward to your chest, his hair falling in front of his face as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

He started to pound into you recklessly but still so loving at the same time. Letting his hair fall onto his face and he groaned louder. 

“I- fuck- it feels so- jesus christ” you stuttered. 

Roger roughly grunted as his fingertips dug into your hips.

You reached your orgasm, your fingernails digging into his back as his warm breath breathed into your shoulder.

Roger then jolted as he came into you, his soft groans and whimpers.

“Fuck, your so amazing” he whispered his eyes scanning your body.

He slowly slid out of you, his fingertips touching your wetness. Roger examined your cum covering his hands. “I'll get you a towel”.

Roger picked up a clean towel and carefully whipped all the mess off you including his cum. After he picked up his pants and underwear sliding them back on. 

You walked over to him. 

“Are you tired?”

“A bit” Roger chuckled, “why?”

“Well remember what you said earlier? About me being able to suck you off…..only if your still-” 

“y/n, i'm never too tired for that”

He slid his pants back off falling into the chair. 

I've tried my best with this, but I still think it feels a bit awkward 😭. I hope it is good to the person reading this. I'm also gonna write part 2! anyway, again, hope you enjoyed!!

@sarcastic-sourwolf

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[my-prompt-dump]

One of mt fave Queen fics disappeared

It was John Deacon centric and he woke up one day with a dark spot in his eye that's blocking his vision. I'm pretty sure it was Crystal Taylor that he met with in the studio and checked his blood pressure. He is then rushed to the hospital cos it was high af.

I thought I bookmarked it but I cannot find it like

Does anyone know what I'm talking about?

Edit: it has been identified! But alas the author, and consequently the fic, are both deleted now. Will try a wayback machine to see if I could find and download a copy💚

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Red, White & Royal Blue, but make it stucky...

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listen I know I'm very difficult and im sorry in advance

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sorry again

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