#fluffy roger taylor

[worldwhererosesbloom]

Sure, 70's Rog was cute and all, but late 80's Rog just gives me all the feels...

Someone give this man a hug 🫂

January '88, Making Music Magazine (photo credit: Alexandra Burke) scanned from my Queen collection...

[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

[freddie-mercury-rising]

Revisiting this little ficlet about Delilah:

Freddie & Delilah 😽

Source: Sotheby's

[lovebugism]

rockstar!eddie x shy!reader , christmas party shenanigans, shes so sweet she made cookies & sweets for everyone but she wasn’t asked to , run ins w celebs 🤭

hope u like it angel!! — a rockstar flirts with eddie munson’s girl minutes before corroded coffin plays a show (shy!reader, established relationship, fluff, 1.4k)

blurbcember ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Corroded Coffin’s got their own green room — backstage at one of the biggest music festivals of the year. There’s a team of people dressed in black waiting at their beck and call. Eddie’s pretty sure KISS is in the suite down the hall. As a boy from Middle of Nowhere, Indiana, he doesn’t feel very deserving of any of it.

He feels like he’s dreaming, really. The only thing keeping him from pinching himself is Dustin and Lucas’ roughhousing and Steve’s stupid belly laugh. Having all his childhood friends here is strangely humbling.

Eddie lazes on an expensive leather chair, totally unsure of what to do with himself when he’s not holding you. He’s trying to get comfortable in the foreign leather drab that stylists put him in when the door yawns open. It swings with such ferocity that the metal knob slams against the opposite wall with a low thud. It isn’t any surprise that the culprit is Robin Buckley.

She storms in first, followed more quietly by you some seconds later.

“Woah, woah, woah— what happened?” Eddie wonders aloud, already on edge with anxiety. Robin swooping in like a dark grey storm cloud doesn’t make it any better.

You shrug with a tin of Christmas cookies in your hand. Some are already missing because you wanted to pass them out to the workers. “It’s not like I don’t have enough to go around,” you’d said with a shy chuckle, nodding to the table lined with homemade pastries. You always bake when you’re nervous.

“We bumped into someone on the way back,” you explain in a gentle murmur, mindful of the emotional girl across the room. “I think she might’ve known him…”

“You didn’t recognize him?” Robin blurts from where she’s flopped on the leather couch. Her eyes go wide, the edges of them smudged with brown eyeliner. The look she gives you makes you cower.

“…No?”

“That was Roger Taylor,” she tells you. And then, when it still doesn’t hit you— “From Queen.”

Your doe eyes flood with a similar, more innocent look of shock. “That’s who that was?”

Robin groans and shoves her face into the fluffy throw pillow beneath her. She decides to talk to the only person in the room who could understand her and her wild emotions. Steve, sitting next to her with cookie crumbs all over his mouth, somehow manages to cipher her mumbled, emotional slurs.

“You don’t get it— it was like seeing an angel, Steve. He was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen— and I don’t even like men!”

“Yeah, so that’s definitely saying something,” the boy mumbles through a mouthful of pastry.

Eddie, still wide-eyed with amazement, turns to look up at you. You’re lingering at his side, a sweet thing dressed in pastel pink. He reaches over to smooth a hand over your pale tights. His ringed fingers are almost achingly warm when they curl around the back of your thigh. He tilts his chin to smile at you with all his teeth.

“I thought you loved Queen, babe,” he chuckles, squeezing gently at your leg.

“I do,” you insist, always shy in your way, as you shift your weight on your feet. Your sheepish gaze flits to the tray in your hand — to the hand-made snowmen, trees, and snowflakes. “I just didn’t know that’s what he looked like.”

“Was he pretty?” Eddie teases with a knowing squint in his chocolate eyes.

You shrug, burning with misplaced embarrassment. “I don’t know… I didn’t really look,” you mutter. His chest swells with something short of pride. “They just wanted to try my cookies—”

“That’s what she said,” Gareth quips. Followed by an audible slap when Jeff reaches over to smack him. “—Ow!”

“Was Freddie Mercury there?” Dustin wonders from across the room, smiling wide at the thought. His giggle is boyish and high-pitched. “That’d be insane.”

You shake your head in response. “No— but now that I think about it, that’s probably why they said they needed to take some extra for Fred. There was another guy there, though.”

“Yeah?” Eddie lilts to egg you on.

“Yeah. He kinda looked like a poodle—”

“Brian May!” the room choruses.

“Um…” you mumble under your breath. “Maybe?”

“One of the best guitarists of our time Brian May?” Robin wonders, a tad bit dramatic, and filled with life all over again. “Astrophysicist and super genius Brian May?”

Your smile is innocent and utterly sincere. “Oh, he’s an astrophysicist? That’s so cool!”

Robin groans again, and you flinch.

“…What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie answers for her, squeezing your leg to bring your attention back to him again. His rosy grin widens when your eyes meet his. “You’re just cute.”

Your face heats like it’s the first time he’s ever complimented you. Your warm cheek tilts to your shoulder as you smile quietly back at him. “Well, thank you,” you mutter shyly.

“Why can’t anything good happen to me?” Robin whines.

Steve doesn’t mean to laugh, but it tumbles out before he can stop it. “It did happen to you. You were there.”

“Well, it didn’t feel good at the time!”

The door creaks open again. Nancy and Jonathan walk in together, fashionably late. It wouldn’t be surprising if she stopped a couple of musicians for impromptu interviews and didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer — bound to be on the front page of Hawkins Post come Sunday morning.

Jonathan, however, looks a little bit dazed. “Is that— Is that Queen in the hallway?” he whispers to the group of you, like he’s scared the band might hear him.

“Yep,” Robin deadpans in response, popping the p.

“Ooh. Smells like a bakery in here,” Nancy lilts with a pretty pink smile.

You get all shy because it’s entirely your fault. “Yeah. Sorry. I kinda… went overboard with the cookies.”

“Don’t be sorry. I love when you bake us stuff,” she assures you, then bites the head off of a sugary snowman. She sighs at the heavenly taste and nods with it stuck in her cheek. “Don’t ever, ever be sorry.”

You giggle all pretty in response.

Jonathan reaches into the tray and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. “Woah. What’s this?”

“Oh. Shit. Sorry. I meant to throw that away—”

Nancy rips it from his hands. She straightens it out as best she can and squints when she finds writing on the back of it. She grins like she’s found some kind of hidden treasure. 

“Wait, this is someone’s phone number,” she announces to the rest of them room. She reads it out loud for all of you, each of you on the edges of your metaphorical seats. “Thanks for the cookies, but I bet you taste sweeter. I’m free after the show. Call me. Roger.”

The room goes deadly silent.

Eddie is among the gaping mouths of shock, unsure if he should be jealous or amused.

“He wanted to try your cookies, alright,” Gareth chuckles under his breath. Jeff snorts out a laugh, then reaches over to slap him again. The curly-haired boy cowers. “Oh, come on! You thought it was funny, too!”

“Let me see that,” Eddie insists, rising on his feet to take the paper from Nancy’s painted fingertips. 

His brown eyes flit back and forth as he reads it for himself. Once, then twice, then a few more times after that. He’s about to play a show for thousands of people, yet this is somehow harder for him to grasp.

“Roger Taylor wants to fuck my girlfriend,” he murmurs in amazement to himself.

For some reason, feeling the need to defend yourself, you rush to get the words out. “I didn’t know that’s what that was, Eds, I swear— I figured he thought I worked here, and he was just giving me his trash to throw away.”

Eddie turns to you, still silent. His chocolate eyes are slightly glazed over as he blinks at you — the sweetest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, so polite in her shyness and aloof with it, too. 

Still in a state of subtle disbelief about all of this — the phone number, the looming performance, and the fact he ever landed you in the first place — he shakes his wild head with a dumbfounded smile.

“I love the shit outta you, you know that?” he says with a burst of low, boyish laughter. He doesn’t give you the opportunity to answer before wrapping you up in his leather-clad arms and pressing a smothering kiss to your mouth.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Welcome to the Masterlist for The Lakes. A series (yes, series) which I hope will be a staple of your autumnal days alongside steaming tea, cosy candles and thick, fluffy blankets.

This series is complete.

A Link to my regular Masterlist is HERE

The Lakes: Captain Rogers in his infinite wisdom has decided that a select team of Avengers require a crash course in basic outdoor survival skills. Location? The Lake District, England.

In the crisp chill of autumn, based out of a tiny and remote cottage, your reluctant role as the resident 'expert' is put to the test. But nothing the wilds of Cumbria can throw is more testing than the ever-present irritations and temptations of your recent ex, Loki.

Warnings: More domestic humour, thirst, mild angst and fluff than smut. Although there is some smut obviously, because I have a problem.

Characters: Agent Reader (no YN), Loki, Thor, Steve

Each chapter will have a suggested vibe setting track from Taylor Swift's Folklore which is appropriate but entirely optional.

Chapter-Cottage🏕️ 1. Changing Seasons (w/c 3.8k) 2. Sticks and Stones : (w/c 4.8k) 3. A Long Way Down (w/c 4.6k) 4. Home Truths (w/c 4.5k) 5. A Cunning Plan - (w/c 4.7k) 6. Darkest Night, Brightest Day (w/c 6.2k) 7. Harvest -(w/c 6.2k)

Christmas Specials 8. Secretive Santa (w/c 7.3k) 9. Comfort & Joy (w/c 7.8k)

[johnlennonswifey]

Since I haven’t been posting, I’ve decided I’ll make a little list of some of my favorite fics!!

🎸= All time fav

——

THE BEATLES-

John Lennon

70s!John x Reader 🎸

Mustache John x Reader

Paul McCartney

Paul x Reader (love letter) 🎸

Paul x Reader (Part 2 of 2)

George Harrison

Jealous!George x Reader 🎸(literally my fav fic ever)

Comfort!George x Reader

George x Reader (somewhat Friends to lovers?)

Ringo Starr

Teddy Boy!Ringo x Reader

Ringo x Assistant!Reader

Ringo x Reader (fluffy)

Ringo x Reader (Married, dinner with parents)🎸

QUEEN-

Roger Taylor

Roger x Reader (childhood friends to lovers)🎸

Roger x Reader (fluff)

Roger x Reader (fluff and more,(Roger gets hurt)) 🎸

John Deacon

John x Reader (John is readers handyman, I love this fic with all my heart pls read it)🎸

John x Reader (Series, 6/10 parts are out, I definitely recommend reading)🎸

Brian May

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Brian x Reader (Queen becomes a Hit)🎸

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Blurbs-

Beatles Blurb

[rogerika]

That damn cheeky smile 😍

Release those polaroids, Roger!

[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…”

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

Title: Sparks Fly (Whenever You Smile) AO3: Here Rating: General Warnings: None Relationship: Monica Rambeau/Steve Rogers Word Count: 130 Additional Tags: seasonaldelightsbingo's Language of Flowers Bingo, Steve Rogers Bingo, Fluffy Steve Fest, Moodboard, Not quite drabble, Ficlet, Fluff, First Meetings, Crush at First Sight, Reminiscing, Matchmaker Darcy Lewis, Photographer Peter Parker, Photographs, Party, Nervousness, Butterflies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant Summary: Even without the serum’s help, Steve knew he’d always remember the moment he and Monica met. Notes: Made for the Steve Rogers Bingo (Round 3) prompt “Monica Rambeau,” the Language of Flowers Bingo (Seasonal Delights Bingo) prompt “Taking Photos,” and the Fluffy Steve Fest Day 4 Honeymoon challenge and prompt “Party.” I actually missed the posting deadline for all three, but I figured I’d post it anyway. Title from “Sparks Fly” by Taylor Swift.

Even without the serum’s help, Steve knew he’d always remember the moment he and Monica met.

Every little detail.  

The first time he saw her from across the room, throwing her head back with laughter. The way Darcy caught his not-so-subtle gawking and dragged him through the rest of the party to meet her. The butterflies that filled his stomach in a way he hadn’t felt in decades. Her dazzling smile and firm handshake. The way he was so engrossed in their conversation until he heard Peter shout, “Captains! Photo?” and the next thing he knew their arms were around each other. How his skin tingled at even that brief closeness.

And how he hoped she felt the same.

He didn’t have to wait long to find out the answer.

[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.

Taglist: @labessieisallama@deakyclicks@jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor@i-cant-hangout-im-drumming@queenmylovely@ilovequeenmorethanyou@johndeaconshands@borhapbois@stardust-galaxies@cherries-n-rocknroll@rogersslave@scorpiogemini

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?” 

[born-to-lose-writing]

Masterlist - blurbs (pt. 1)

♡ - fluff, ♤ - angst, ☆ - smut, ♧ - platonic

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody cast - Bon Jovi - Guns N' Roses - Mötley Crüe - Hanoi Rocks - L.A. Guns - Johnny Thunders - Stiv Bators - Richard Hell - Night Ranger - Vain - Whitesnake - Trixter - Britny Fox

Roger Taylor

Meeting Roger after making out at a party ♤

Decorating the nursery with Roger ♡

Roger making you feel better about your body ♡

Being Roger's neglected daughter from a one-night stand ♤

Brian May

Falling in love with Brian after leaving Roger ♡♤

Ben Hardy

Going on a Christmas walk ♡

Celebrating Father's Day ♡

Joe Mazzello

Joe comforting you when you've got a headache ♡

Halloween ♡

Joe finding out you have a child from another relationship ♡

Baby shower ♡

Joe playing the guitar for you ♡

Gwilym Lee

Getting into a car crash while being pregnant ♤

John Deacon x Joe Mazzello

John telling Joe how he feels ♡

Jon Bon Jovi

Jon fighting a guy for you ♤

Jon singing your baby to sleep ♡

Jon playing with puppies ♡

Saying goodbye to Jon before his tour ♤

Richie Sambora

Going hiking ♡

Richie flirting with you like he doesn't know you ♡

High school reunion date ♡

Richie proposing to you in Paris ♡

Richie asking you to be part of a music video ♡

Axl Rose

Making out backstage ☆

Cleaning Axl's injuries after a fight ♤

Axl singing you to sleep after a stressful day ♡

Izzy Stradlin

Plus size!reader ♡

Izzy getting jealous when you go out with someone else ♤♡

Telling Izzy you're pregnant ♡

Skater!Izzy ♡

Florist!Izzy ♡

Honeymoon ♡

Friends with benefits ♡

Having sex with Izzy after not having slept with someone in a long time ☆♡

Duff McKagan

Holiday meal ♡

Adopting a pig ♡

Drunken flirting ♡

Going on a punk date ♡

Surprise visit on tour ♡

Reassuring Duff he's still sexy ♡

Waking Duff up to cuddle ♡

Baking with older!Duff ♡

Duff making you feel better about your body ♡

Visiting Duff in hospital ♤

Arguing over who loves each other more ♡

Duff helping you with your depression ♤♡

Slash

Wedding night ☆

Cuddling when the power goes out ♡♧

Older!Slash introducing you to his kids ♡

Kissing in a stairwell ♡

Realizing you're more than friends ♤

Coming back to older!Slash after breaking up ♤♡

Insecure older!Slash ♤

Duff crashing your date with older!Slash ♡

Wedding date ♡

Fake dating for a couples only weekend ♡

Drunk Slash gushing over you ♡

Being Izzy's sister and secretly dating Slash ☆♤

Slash leaving his fiancée for you ♤

Slash picking you up from your new boyfriend's place ♤

Getting Slash a new snake ♡

Watching a horror movie ♤♡

Jealous Slash ♤

Oblivious Slash ♡

Cuddling ♡

Sugar daddy ♡

Hooking up after sending him a spicy pic ☆

Quickie at the zoo ☆

Steven Adler

Coming out as bi ♡

Pillow fight ♡

Nikki Sixx

Convincing him to quit drugs ♤

Enemies to lovers ♤☆

Being in an on-off relationship ♤♡

Nikki talking you out of a panic attack ♤♡

Tommy helping you to make Nikki jealous ♤♡

Valentine's Day ♤♡

Nikki proposing to you ♡

Nikki falling in love with his groupie ☆♡

Getting back together after Nikki cheated on you ♤☆

Tommy Lee

Amusement park date ♡

Vince Neil

Sleeping over at Vince's house ♤♡

Taking care of Vince's injury after a fistfight ♤♡

Sami Yaffa

Sami reacting to your nipple piercings ☆♡

Morning sex ☆♡

Razzle Dingley

Stopping Razzle from going with Vince ♤♡

Kelly Nickels

Diner date ♡

Johnny Thunders

Johnny playing a song for you ♡

Johnny proposing to you ♤♡

Going dancing ☆

Stiv Bators

Dreaming about Stiv ♡♤

Road trip ♡

Richard Hell

Richard eating you out ☆

Jack Blades

Top!reader ☆

Davy Vain

Backstage blowjob ☆

Lap dance || Part 2 ☆

Sex tape ☆

Steve Vai

Steve eating you out ☆

Pete Loran

Fluffy fun sex with Pete ☆♡

Dizzy Davidson

Teacher!Dizzy ☆

[trashywormeateroffics]

masterlist

hi!!! my name is morena and i love writing and marvel and being a fangirl. and my cats. and the sun. and flowers. anyways…. here’s my little fandom bubble. enjoy. 🎀🫶💗💘

series.

the right universe. (loki x female reader)

after y/n's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the mcu, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. how will she react? will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? or will she let them consume her? will she be open to accept the love she is offered? read to find out!

one shots & drabbles.

marvel:

natasha romanoff:

i hate men

so… being hopelessly in love with your best friend and getting super drunk is not the best combination? who would’ve thought? (a bit of angst but mostly fluff and female reader)

bigger than the whole sky

inspired by the song “bigger than the whole sky” by taylor swift. you navigate the world after losing natasha on vormir. (angst, angst, angst, with a little bit of hopefulness cause i’m me and gender neutral reader)

hits different

in all the time you'd known natasha romanoff, there is one thing you knew for sure. there was no one like her. and if she were to leave, you'd never move on. a song fic. hits different by taylor swift. (angst and then fluff!!! and female reader)

loki:

who could ever compare to you?

you have a conversation with loki after he does some dumb things because of jealousy (a tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff and some little bit tiny bit of smut. perhaps smut adjacent. oh and loki x gender neutral reader)

bucky barnes:

ours

a comment makes bucky question your relationship and he begins avoiding you. tired of his behavior you confront him. (angst leading to fluff. female reader)

the great war

you get jealous and have a fight with bucky. inspired by the great war by taylor swift. (angsty with emotional fluff at the end. female reader)

steve rogers:

waited my whole life

no summary it’s just a little thing, fluffy and reader struggling to be open with their emotions yay:) (gender neutral reader)

[rogermyreligion]

The masseuse

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Female Reader.

Summary: You're the masseuse of Roger Taylor, drummer for Queen, but things get more personal as the sessions progress.

Warnings: smut, hand jobs, unprotected sex, slight nipple play.

Word Count: 3k

You were the masseur of several drummers at this point, even athletes, you are used to that level of people, you knew how to handle your nerves, you know that you do your job in an incredible way and that is why you have that reputation.

But Roger Taylor was a thing, he has a personality that you were not used to receive in your sessions, of course you ran into very nice people, but he was a very talkative man, very charming, very polite, extremely soft-spoken. The first time he broke the ice in such a way that you felt your cheeks getting hot, but he never crossed the line in an awkward way. It was a special client.

"So, why did you stop being a model?" he asked softly, while taking off his shirt and kicking his shoes, he looked at you a little from the corner of his eye to catch your reaction.

It took you by surprise, normally your clients don't talk too much, they’d tell you a few things, they’d tell you about some pain they have, etc. You giggled while rubbing your hands with a special gel, "Alright, very funny of you,"

He chuckled, "Sorry, I know that wasn't original, I'm sure you’ve heard better ones," he slowly lay face down on the comfortable massage table, feeling your footsteps getting closer.

"Not really, let's just say I'm not used to this type of comment, not from my clients,"

He felt a slight fear in his chest, "Oh- sorry, didn't mean to offended you," he tried to raise his head to look at you apologetically.

Now you laughed loudly, "Oh no, believe me you didn't," you pushed him down again, slowly with a hand on his shoulder, "Tell me Roger, you want me to start with your lower back?" you asked gently, smiling to yourself, redirecting your attention to your work and maintaining your professionalism.

He smiled to himself too, knowing he didn't cross any line. "Yes please,"

The sessions with Roger were amusing, and of course you weren't going to lie, he was an extremely attractive man with strong magnetism, he knew how to take the conversations where he wanted and had the power to make you feel very comfortable. He could make you feel that the two of you were having a special connection even if it wasn't even happening, he was very engaging.

After the 3rd session you found out his love situation, just out of curiosity (or so you thought) It turned out that according to internet articles and newspapers he had divorced last year.

Interesting.

-

"Fuck," he groaned, "Sorry-" he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the pain.

He was sitting on the couch, both of your hands were massaging the upper part of his right arm, going to his shoulder, the warmth of the room and the smell of the vanilla candles that you had lit minutes before he entered were making him fall asleep, softening it to the maximum.

"Yeah, you're contracted, when was the last time you rehearsed with the band?" you subtly asked, squeezing his shoulder with your fingers, noticing the hardness of his muscles, he was quite stiff, more than normal actually.

"A week ago, we took a short break because we had some problems," he told you, not glad at all, "Ouch" he complained hard when you touched a specific spot.

You frowned, stopping abruptly, thinking. He almost never complained out loud, always little whimpers, grunts or sighs.

He noticed your sudden lack of movement, he shot you a glance.

It was like you were just aware of his face, he was not well, he had bags under his eyes, his face screamed that he was exhausted, not only physically, but also mentally, you could tell.

Words can lie, but the body can’t do it as well, you have learned this over the years.

"Can you lift your chin a bit for me please?" you asked gently.

He did as you said, "Like this?"

You hummed in agreement, "Now turn your head to the left, face the wall,"

He did it.

You started concentrating on the junction of his shoulder and his ear, grazing your index finger, applying a little pressure. And to your not surprise, he had such a contracture that you could even swear that it had reached his jaw.

"Roger are you okay?" That question came out more directly than you had thought.

He found your question a little unexpected but he didn't feel invaded, in fact he enjoyed the talks in the sessions, even though there wasn't much that was discussed about.

"Yes, what was that for?"

"You're not okay, sorry that im telling you this but you're so tense," you realized you were literally invading his personal space, after all you were just his masseuse, not a therapist, automatically shook your head, "Never mind, im sorry, I'm going to apply some heat packs," you quickly changed the subject, a little embarrassed.

He followed your steps with his eyes, seeing how you searched for the heat bags, and after a long silence, he sighed, "My ex is driving me nuts," he blurted out.

You stopped your searching, calming yourself down now knowing he didn’t took it in an akward way, he was speaking and liberating himself from the stress, you grabbed one of the bags and started to fill it with hot water, you didn't expect him to continue talking but he did.

"He just won't leave me alone," weariness in his voice, "It's choking,"

You walked over to the couch with the hot bag, you gave him a compassionate look and stood behind him as you were before, gently resting the bag on the side of his neck, applying just a little pressure as you felt his body melt under the heat, with your other hand you began to massage his other shoulder, your movements were so slow that they were almost hypnotizing. You felt him sigh.

He closed his eyes, "And the band is going through a difficult time," he was focused on the hand that was touching his body, "It's just a lot you know, can't sleep well," he chuckled.

"It's normal, the body stores all our emotions, if they are mismanaged they can manifest as physical pain, that's why I asked you what was going on, sometimes just saying it out loud can relax you enough," you explained, the hand that wasn't holding the bag was working behind his neck.

His head began to fall forward slowly, "You're right" he paused, "The only good thing that happened to me these last few days was coming to your sessions," he laughed tenderly.

It all started to feel so personal, you were becoming aware of the atmosphere, the heat, the sweet smell, the softness of her skin on her contracture, the tips of his blond hair touching the back of your hand, you could hear his breathing, a chill ran through your back appreciating the present moment.

Your heart stopped beating for a moment, "Really?" you said as you put the heat pack on his other shoulder.

"Yeah, it's nice here, you're nice too," he confessed.

You giggled to yourself.

"It always smells good in here, your voice is soothing," he recounted, "And your hands are bloody amazing," he laughed, “They are made of gold, such a privilege,”

And again, that kind of comments that made you blush.

With his last sentence you felt a wave of self-confidence, "Yeah, people always tell me the same thing," you joked, intertwining some fingers with the hair that rested on his neck, causing him to shiver, you leaned just a bit closer to his ear, “Vainilla the candles, if you were wondering,” your tone was no longer profesional.

You really wanted to pull that hair and kiss that neck, you could smell his shampoo, it was intoxicatingly delicious.

Suddenly you had an idea.

"So, same hour tomorrow?" you suggested, you shifted your tone abruptly enough to make him blink, putting away the heat pack and moving closer to him again.

He froze for a moment, not understanding what you were asking him, plus, he was sleepy, "Wasn't it my turn on Friday? What day is today?"

You were amused, you subtly licked your lips, "I think you could use a session with me tomorrow," you placed a hand on his cheek, "I can take care of all that tension," your thumb grazing over his dark circles under his eyes , "The stress," your thumb now finding its way to his mouth.

And just as he was about to suck it, you pulled your hand away. He was totally drugged by your movements, your voice and your words.

You smiled widely, "So, im asking again, same hour tomorrow?"

He had a dopey smile on his face, tugging his lower lip between his teeth, now his smile turned into a big smirk, "Yes, I think it is fine,"

-

It was 4:25 pm, 5 minutes left for Roger to arrive.

Meanwhile you closed the curtains and turned off the big, bright lights, you only left a dim light from a nightstand, it illuminated enough to see clearly but gave it a much more cozy touch. You also lit the same candles, the room began to fill with a delectable smell but it was not suffocating, just perfect. Next to the armchair table you left a neutral oil for massages. You made sure to postpone the sessions you had for today, you were wondering if this was a mistake, but the reality is that you are doing a favor for a client, you are going to make him feel good, that's all.

The remaining 5 minutes passed very slowly until Roger finally arrived, "Hi there," he grinned.

You analyzed him all at once, those comfortable pants he wore, marking and embracing the contour of his legs, noticing the prominent bulge between his legs, something tells you that this man was already thinking about this situation in advance and that made your heart beat with emotion.

"Come in, make yourself comfortable on the couch," you moved to the side and let him in, locking the door.

Roger came in and sat down just as you said, shifting a bit to find comfort, "Yesterday was rough, my ex-" he started to tell you but you covered his mouth with your hand behind the couch.

"Don't worry, you don't have to talk," your hand exerting pressure while your other hand was sliding to the elastic of his pants, "Not about her," you mumbled, you noticed that he didn't bring boxers, you felt a heat between your legs, "Wanna feel good Rog? wanna be good for me now?"

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, he nodded and you moved to position yourself between his legs, kneeling in front of him.

When you started to pull his pants down he stopped you, "Kiss me" he sounded needy.

You moved towards his face and your lips crashed into his, it started slow, both mouths moved almost choreographed, he slid his hand behind your neck, increasing the pressure a bit, sinking you into his face, you parted your lips and he slipped his tongue inside, toying with yours, you could hear slight humming coming out of his mouth, it was hot, he was hungry.

You bit his lower lip, a little hard, "Fuck," he groaned, "You are beautiful," he made eye contact, his pupils wide, his blue eyes burning you, making you breath heavily.

You grabbed him with both hands, kissing him, devouring him, you broke the kiss and he almost whined in response, "Already needed?" you said rubbing the bulge of his pants.

He bucked his hips toward your hand, "All your fault," he chuckled with a groan, "Are you going to do something about it?" he caresses the back of your neck but suddenly he tugged at your hair, marking dominance, "Maybe you could put that pretty little mouth to work," his tone was serious.

You bit your lip, you lowered his pants, his cock went flat to his tummy, it was big, and you could feel it throbbing, after a few seconds of admiration you grabbed the bottle of oil, spreading a little on your hands, rubbing them.

Roger followed your every move with his gaze, wetting his lips as he watched as your hand gripped his cock, the oil was warm and it felt nice, the sensation forcing him to relax on the couch.

Your hand began to go up and down, it slipped easily, slick noises already making you wet.

"Oh," he groaned, throwing his head back, your hands quickening the movement, watching his chest going up and down.

It felt good as you massaged him slowly, brushing your thumb over his tip, a bit of precum already coming out, your other hand went to the base of his cock, squeezing a little as you listened to his chocked moans.

"Y/N-fuck," he moaned, the sensation was incredible, "Feels so good," he mumbled, digging his nails into the couch when you increased speed, he closed his eyes.

"Mhmm," you giggled, feeling empowered, "That was what I wanted, watching you relax, all blissful because you are about to cum," you said while toying with him, looking at the sight of him, his cheeks were a bit red because the heat of the room and the candles, slightly oh coming out of his mouth every second.

He’d smile at everything you said, you could tell he was enjoying it, sometimes he tried to thrust his hips against your hand to feel more pleasure, and that's when you slowed down, playing with his pleasure but not making him suffer.

You were growing impatient, feeling the tickle between your legs while you watched him enjoy, this was not on your plans but you couldn't resist much more, you suddenly stopped and he whined, "Fuck me," you blurted, unbuttoning your pants and taking them off with your panties.

His eyes lit up, a smirk quickly formed in his mouth as he watched you undress, "I wanted to fuck you the second i entered to this room the first time," he said grabbing you by your hips.

You jumped over him, straddling his hips, your hands resting behind his neck, both faces inches apart, breathing each other air, heavy gasps coming in and out. Roger gripped your hips, pushing you down so he could graze himself in order to get some relief.

You grinned, wiggling your hips over him, your pussy lips embracing his cock, the oil and your wetness lubricating and facilitating the situation down there, “Please,” he chocked a giggle, “Dont tease,” he shot you a plead look, trying to push you down.

But you resisted, chuckling, “So eager,” you kept your wiggling.

“Well, give me something else to put my attention on,” he chuckled a gasp, taking off your shirt, his eyes droping to your tits, watching your lack of bra, “Now thats what im talking about,” he cupped them with both hands, bringing one nipple to his mouth, twisting it with his tongue.

You gasped, pushing your tits out.

He glanced at you, pleased with himself, “Oh you like it?” he circled both nipples with his thumbs, watching you squirm under his touch.

You started to look for the tip of his cock, you wanted to sink down so bad.

He hummed a giggle, “Eager?” he bit your nipple softly, happy with your whining.

“Fuck Roger,” you finally found it, sinking down on his cock, “Oh- god,” you closed your eyes.

He erupted a groan so loud that you clenched around him, “Yes- please mov- move now,” he demanded, his hands returned to your hips.

You started to jump, feeling full all of sudden, your tits bouncing in front of his face, “Fuck- this is bloody amazing,” he moaned, his hands timing your jumps, eyes fixed on your tits, “Touch yourself,”

You brought your hands to your tits, squeezing so hard, “Please, Rog,”

“Let me enjoy th-this,” he moaned, grabbing the bottle of oil, spilling a little on your naked body, the warmth embracing your skin. His hands began to wander around your neck, your tits, going through your chest until they covered your entire waist and squeezing your ass. The way his hands slid easily through the oil was arousingly hot.

You tugged at his hair, trying to relieve yourself.

He found you lovely, your skin shined because of the liquid, pretty moans coming out of your throat, watching his cock appearing and disappearing. When he wanted to realize his legs were already shaking, his orgasm approaching, you were jumping frantically.

“Fuck- Y/N, im coming-“

You took him by his neck, pushing him against the couch, your other hand finding your clit, rubbing as fast as if your life depended on it, “Oh- oh, so close,”

He was gasping, biting his lip, closing his eyes as your orgasm hit you like a train. As your climax faded, your movements began to slow, returning to stillness, moaning and clenching, riding through your orgasm.

He stayed you still as you were clenching, it seemed to help him reach the peak of his pleasure, moaning and shooting his load of cum inside you, panting like an animal. “Jesus Y/N,” he chuckled, fighting for air.

You laughed, “How you feel now,” you said while you brushed some baby hairs from his forehead.

His smile was wide, “So good,” he swallowed hard, “So fucking good,”

You patted his chest, trying to get out and come back to your feet but he tugged you down again.

He looked at you, “Can we stay like this for a bit,” his soft voice touching your heart, “Feels nice,” he was drawing abstract patterns in your back.

How could you say no?

“Yeah,” you sighed contently, giving him a quick kiss and hugging him around his neck as he closed his eyes, he started to give you lazy kisses over your shoulder.

“Cup of tea after this?” you mumbled, offering.

He chuckled, “You are godsend,”

Masterlist

[genericswordsmaiden]

I'm getting back in my classic rock mode, time to list out all of my favourite men!

First and foremost we have the holy trinity of Rogers:

Roger Daltrey from The Who : he has blue eyes and his hair was glorious, plus he was an absolute madlad in the 70s

Roger Taylor from Queen : I mean, have you looked at him? Rogerina is more beautiful than any woman I've ever seen. Plus he's another madlad who loves cars way too much.

Roger Hodgson from Supertramp : when he was young he had some pretty good vibes, somewhat ascetic and innocent. Plus his singing and songwriting skills are incredible! I love Supertramp so much and it's honestly a shame how they kinda fell apart when he left.

Then, in no particular order

David Byrne from Talking Heads : funny charming guy has a knack for weird choreographies and poignant lyrics he's an incredible artist I love him sm

Lindsay Buckingham from Fleetwood Mac : yeah yeah say what you will about him we all know about his toxic dynamics with Stevie but his hair looked so fluffy in the 80s. Plus he's a pretty great guitarist and his vocals in Tango in the night are >>>>

Brian May from Queen : he's literally me fr except I don't have a PhD, mad guitar skills and he kinda reminds me of my aunt. Good vibes overall, heh

Jimmy Page from Led Zeppelin : honestly I just really liked Stairway to Heaven's solo. This was a rather short crush tbh. But he was kinda cute too, that I can't deny.

Axl Rose from Guns n Roses : November Rain's music video. That's it. I just like long haired men.

Jack Black from Tenacious D : he's just a cool guy and at the same time a bundle of extra sunshine no one can be like him period.

Jon Anderson from Yes : I love his vocals so much it's unreal also he has a certain charm to him that I can't quite pinpoint but it's alright

Morten Harket from a-ha : alright, a-ha isn't really a rock band, but I can't not include this man! He has two zeppelins instead of lungs, I love his group's discography and also, even personality wise, he has smol vibes. To me, he's pocket sized.

[robotslenderman]

Thinking of how I don't have enough vampires for Sydney by Night and @ryttu3k was talking about how they basically have AU versions of the same OCs and I'm like. fuck it. I'm probably going to do the same. I'll end up changing names and making new OCs as necessary to replace existing connections, but my Sydney vampires need to be populated dammit

I'm still not sure if I'm going to keep my headcanon as congruent as possible with @ryttu3k' and @nevertrustanoracle's, and work with their ideas, or just branch off entirely with my own AU.

If it's my own AU, then Sarrasine is dead, and the SI took over Sydney when the lockout laws happened, and Sydney's vampires have been clawing it back. They have no Prince due to the chaos. Slowly, they've been ejecting the SI and taking it back.

Sullivan Blackmoore -- inspired by his dynamic with his siblings + Alec Cross, I'm thinking his SbN version is one of four siblings (two brothers; not!Alec is Lasombra now whoops and two sisters) who were Embraced very close together and have a very close dynamic. With most vampires you can chip away at them and eventually turn them against each other; with this four, absolutely not. They were a unit back when they were fledglings and nothing can shake that. Of course, they don't let their enemies realise that; they frequently pretend to betray each other in order to flush out their enemies and destroy them. The four of them know that being typical Cainite backstabbers will not allow them to survive long even if they were interested in that; they know that power, true power, lies in unbreakable trust and faith in one another (though they'd all gag at how fluffy that sounds). Because of this, and their (mostly) good relationships with their own childer, they are a very real thorn in the side of the current Prince and many agree it's a matter of when, not if, one of them becomes Prince.

In an AU where Sarrasine is dead, one of them is right on the brink of claiming Praxis and the others keep threats in line by posing as rivals for the Princedom, constantly keeping the city in an eternal stalemate that never ends, allowing them all to hold power.

Wendy Taylor -- her equivalent is the childe of the Nosferatu Spymaster of Sydney. Much like Wendy, she's a prodigy, and she was one of the first Nosferatu in Sydney to start bugging and tracking phones. Unfortunately for her, she's not as powerful as she could be due to some of the major power players of Sydney being a herd of fucking Lasombra. Still, she has a reputation all across the country. She also spearheaded Sarrasine's efforts against the SI, despite her youth, and for amusement fucks with Abrams over in Canberra.

Oliver Stonecreek -- This version of him is orphaned; without his sire and father figure, Sydney!Oliver was forced to fight his childlike instincts and neurology in a way even LA!Oliver wasn't. He's still a Brit, but in this continuity after his predecessor's destruction, he was essentially forced to make a choice -- either step forward as Primogen and do what it takes to lead the local Tremere, or let his sire's enemies dismiss or destroy him. He chose the first. The child in him misses having a parent every night, but he's made himself grow up in order to take the responsibilities he has to. The loneliness of fighting his nature is very isolating.

Elisa Mulgrew -- Her equivalent and her sire/partner are two freelancers; she operates as a spy and a courier, her sire/partner often hires himself out as a merc or a bodyguard. They always travel together, though; her sire's abandoned his post more than once to stay with her.

And ofc my original Sydney by Night characters:

Samir -- The first-ever childe of Mithras; they barely remember each other, and Samir thinks, but isn't completely sure, that he's Mithras's childe, as his Embrace happened when Mithras was still a fledgling and went by another name, and he GTFO because he thought Mithras was weird as shit. Is a trans man. Actually ran into Roger de Camden during Roger's exile from Britain during WWII; Roger is pretty damn sure who he is. Samir is a Methuselah, but has largely squandered his powers in favour of spending most of his time hanging out with humans. Most people are unsure of what his true clan is as he is an accomplished Thaumaturgist but also spent a considerable amount of time learning Vicissitude.

Mariner Gangrel -- Mariner Gangrel who imprinted on a Lasombra Methuselah who succumbed to the call of the sea and has gone borderline Wight since then. Used to hang out a lot at the Great Barrier Reef but got sad at how humans fucked it up since he last visited. Aboriginal man who was Embraced decades before white settlers showed up when a Mariner Gangrel wandered out of the sea for a snack. (Provided this story is a respectful one, anyway; I know certain groups should never be made vampires so I may change this in time.)

Tilly -- A serial killer turned Salubri, her new powers of empathy make her angry-cry a lot, which just makes her angrier, which just makes her cry harder. She is determined to be her old psychopathic self and runs a Sabbat pack, and is frequently made fun of because of how badly she copes with her empathy.

Her sire -- "Some French arsehole" who occasionally turns up and asks Tilly if she's ready to redeem herself yet, and then fucks off again after she cusses him out. They're the only Salubri they both know.

Slimy Tremere -- Dude who totally pillaged a lot of Tremere artefacts after the destruction of S!Oliver's sire and how sells them on the black market, along with some of his own, some of which are fakes and some of which are not. Super dodgy and very sarcastic. The only reason he's still alive is because he also sells information to rival the Nosferatu, and also some people think he's too funny to kill.

Brujah Lawyer -- A Prince-wannabe who's finding the Lasombra group an enormous pain in the ass and is the only person who realises they don't actually hate each other as much as they pretend. He's a major candidate for Prince that most people back on account of hating the Lasombra, but the Lasombra make up for that in power, and he just can't beat the fuckers.

[mightyfineblog]

anythingggg for 80s roger blurbbb

80s Roger is the full package. More mature and responsible. You were the loving, giving girlfriend one could ever imagine. Recently Roger thought it was his new catch phrase line to call you his ‘trophy wife’. You hated it, you’d always punch him or slap him gently when he said that. “Roger I ain’t to prize, an objectified piece of jewellery to show off. I can make my own living and decisions!” You’d scold him. He’d just smack your bum and smirk playfully at you.Of course you’d forgive him…. he’s so adorable with that smile of his.

 One night, he came late from the studio. You’ve been waiting for him for over 4 hours. The dinner you had made was cold, your lipstick was rubbed off and the bottle of wine, drained.

You were hanging on the armchair, arms stretched to the sides, kicking your legs in the air, when he came in extremely careful, but you caught him.

“Look what the cat brought…” your sarcastic tipsy voice filled the room.

“Hiya, babe” he knew he was in trouble.

“Hiya babe, to you” you pointed your finger at him.

“Mmmso sorry, petal” he murmured, realising you’re tipsy.

You waved your hands in the air and huffed. He came closer, but you tried to put your leg between you and him. He lifted a brow, but you giggled at him.

“Alright, lets go to bed, love.” His hands welcomed you.

“Nope” You swung your body around. “I am going to stay and have dinner!” you couldn’t keep a straight posture.

He sighed and forced you in his brace. You tried to protest, but your body was too weak. “My strong man” your hands feeling his biceps. 

“Its alright sweetheart.” he patted your back. “Come with me” he lifted and carried your to the bedroom, where he placed you on the bed. “lets get rid of those, now” he started unbuttoning your trousers. 

“Straight at it, Mr. Taylor. No foreplay?” you giggled from his touch. He ignored and continued taking your clothes off. When you were just with your  knickers, he took one of his tshirts and pulled it over your head. “There” he kissed your nose. Bringing a glass of water and two pills he made you drink them. tugging you under the blanket he left your side to take his clothes off too. 

You were examining his body, so strong, muscular, his hair was shorter, but nevertheless neater. He saw you staring and smirked.

He sneaked under the blanket and pulled you closer. You hummed at the warm feeling of his body, and smiled closing your eyes. His head nuzzled at your neck, making you chuckle. 

“Goodnight baby.” he kissed your neck, as his hands were keeping you close to his chest.

“My thoughtful man. Night, Rog.”

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