#iminlovewith

[gumballrightfoots]

yall fucking dies iminlovewith hik

[samisinlovewithexo]

I'm in love with...

[hermosa13187]

#ganjagirls #cannababes #acapulcogold #mystrain #iminlovewith #acapulcogold #maryjane #instagood #pitbullmami #buddyboyfarm #hybrid ##1GMBOMBER #buddys420sunset #alwaysservingthegoodshit

[casuallygloriouspirate]

FIFTEEN QUESTIONS: FIFTEEN TAGS

I was tagged by the wonderful @iminlovewith-rogers-car. Thank you so much

are you named after anyone

Not really. My parents said they read a book by an author named Leonie something or other. They liked so name so here I am

when was the last time you cried

I have no idea. Defintely back in March when I visited my Mums grave on the anniversary of her passing (I miss you so much)

do we have kids?

No. And I’m not so sure I want one anyway. But does my cat count?

do you use sarcasm a lot

Maybe a teeny tiny bit

what’s the first thing you notice about people

Face, hands

what’s your eye color

Brown

scary movie or happy ending

Happy ending. I don’t like scary movies

any special talents

öhm... Does making unfunny jokes count? I make my colleagues laugh with the way I come into work everyday

where were you born

In southwest Germany

what are your hobbies

folkloric dancing, reading, listening to music, singing, snuggling with my cat, meeting my friends

do you have any pets

See above answers. One black cat named Othello

what sports have you played

Sport? In the traditional sense none. But I did some sort of Ballet and now folkloric dancing

how tall are you

somewhere between 170cm and 180cm (5′7 and 5′10)

favourite subject in school

History, English and Music

dream job

Actress or singer (but I am not very good at both)

[ilmiotuttoeilmionienteseitu]

@brr-666 @morninginthecali @tumimanchisempre @jesuistefania @-maledettiocchi @iltuosorrisomifaimpazzirepanda @nonsonocosifortecomesembra @electricdream @valeathos-blog-blog @speranzalunicacosa @-theendofthisbadgirl- @welcometo-mycity @himlaughs @strangerinmoscow96 @amartipiudellamiavita @iivmnc @pensavorestassi @permeritomio @animainvolo @semprevicini @mimanchimanontelosodiree @ligalizzati-a-vita @iminlovewith-liam @c-h-e-r-o-f-o-b-i-a @pandaelove��@in-love-there-arent-difference @occhidipintidisogni @sarafernicola @quellafottutavitanoneramia-blog @kikyan-blog 

Ray-Ban Sunglasses

[allthe-queens-men]

heya boo! my dash is dead on the queen front lately: rec some blogs for me to check out??

(sorry this took so long i just got back on my laptop ;;)

(also you probably follow most of these people already lol)

@darlingfreddie @deacydeac @backchatdiscourse @prettyboyroger @radiofreddie @brian-maybe @soft--queen @dont-u-misfire @hysterical-queens @johndeaky @let-roger-get-a-lunch @rogertaylcr @deacydisco @anotheronebitesthedeaks @jimhuttonlesbian @imjusthereforqueenso @drowseroger @lavenderlu @x5vale @instantezra @flamboyantqueens @rogerinaismyqueen @benhardyasrogertaylor @radio-ha-ha @deacytits @haha-bri @trelaws @twink-roger-taylor @soph-ie812 @queenspur @softfreddie @deaky-at-the-disco @queen-trash-can @a-hysterical-queen-bih @lickthemagaindeacy @rhapsody-under-pressure @the-disco-deaky @imaginaryhornchoir @rogers-sweatbands @queenie1223 @brianmay-be @brian-may-likes-dust @drummerqueenrmt @backchaaat @stesichoreanpalinode @roger-spank-me @happy-at-home @chaotic-roger @deacys-cheese-on-toast @rogerscupboard @yousaycoke-isaycaine @rogerssgalileo @misterf4hrenheit @90sbrianmay @johndeaconlesbian @xgoingdownx @bishierog @crysqueen @onegoldenglance @mercuryandmeme @discodeakyownsmyass @diskodeaky @freadyreddie @rogers-wristbands @yogurtbattle @deacydarling @iminlovewith-rogers-car @lapofthemusicgods @deaksandgeeks @im-inlovewithmycar @john-deacon-fucks @eileen-crys @littledarlingwellaway @rhythmsectionbros @queen-writing-sideblog @funkytalia @imjustadrummer @dtfrogertaylor @deacyspatronusisacheesetoastie @lap-of-the-gods

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Off Night Backstreet (NSFW)

But these sentimental journeys / Late at night / High in some back room, you’re calling me / To be your off night backstreet / You give me such pleasure / You bring me such pain / Who left her long black hair / In our bathtub drain?

His flushed cheek met your bare thigh as you leaned up against the headboard of your bed, directing a rather unfocused stare out of the window at the London sunset while your hand found its way to his dense, messy curls. They were untamed and unruly from your hands pulling at them out of sheer pleasure just moments ago, the both of you still trying to catch your breath after you’d cleaned up a bit and crawled back into bed.

You desperately wanted to sink down to lay next to him, to tell him you loved him as you caressed his face, but he wouldn’t hear it, not really. Right now, he was just relishing in the time he had left here before he had to drag himself back home, to Anita, to his kids, to reality. And he hated himself for dreading that, the life he’d made for himself, the one he thought he so desperately wanted back in the 70s and 80s.

Because of this, he compartmentalized all of the affection he held for you, keeping it tightly wound and tucked away so he wouldn’t have to reckon with the guilt of cheating on Anita both physically and emotionally. Not that it made it any better, of course, but he hated himself less this way. At the same time, you hated him more this way.

Your lithe, long fingers found the half-smoked joint sitting in the ashtray on your nightstand, picking up the lighter with your other hand before carefully lighting the partially burnt end away from Brian’s head. When he saw what you were doing, he scooted back to rest his head on your pillows instead, moving out of the way so you wouldn’t hit him with any stray ash as you took a long drag, holding it in for as long as you could. Watching you exhale, he marveled at the marginally slightly pucker of your lips, plump and swollen from fervent kisses and bites from him just minutes ago.

Hazel eyes followed the smoke as it swirled out into the room, going hazy before disappearing at least partially as it spread out. Then, his eyes were back on you, on your fingers that were daintily holding the joint, and he chewed on his lip as he realized he’d have to leave now if he wanted to go home sober.

But you knew him too well, and your eyes fluttered open as you looked down at him, holding out the joint as an offering. “Want a hit?” First, he silently shook his head no. But as you kept the offer on the table, still holding it out, he caved. As much as he loathed the fact that he was a grown adult still incapable of standing his ground, he had no chance when it came to you, and he knew it.

Sitting up against the headboard next to you, he carefully took the joint and perched it between his lips, taking a drag that was a bit shorter before handing it back to you, exhaling the smoke once he’d held it for a few seconds. Closing his eyes, conflict began to rage inside of his head as he knew he’d promised Anita he’d be home earlier tonight.

“Can’t go home like this,” he mumbled, opening his eyes and looking over at you with his heavily lidded eyes, sparking a thrill in you that refused to die down. But you feigned apathy, taking another drag before sitting the joint back in the ashtray, resting a hand on the nape of his neck and pulling him in for a loose, open-mouthed kiss that allowed you to exhale all of the smoke into his mouth. 

He caught on quick, inhaling and holding it for a moment before pulling away just a couple inches to exhale, then coming right back in for a real kiss, one that translated a desperate need for dangerous companionship, adventurous hands, and filthy words shared. But there was also a tenderness to it, one that betrayed Brian’s sweet side to you, the one that brought you medicine when you were sick and sent you money for concert tickets without you even having to mention your favorite band was in the city.

Brian was everything you wanted in a man, and everything you couldn’t have.

That didn’t stop you from straddling his lap as you guided the kiss deeper, your tongue swiping across his lower lip. His arm wrapped around your waist, firmly pulling you to him. For his late 40’s, he was still remarkably firm – in fact, he was far more able-bodied and powerful now than he’d been in his youth, his sinewy arm pressing into your back as you massaged his tongue with yours, making him moan unabashedly into your mouth.

Neither of you had bothered to redress after your last round, so you could feel his halfway-hard cock against the inside of your thigh as you moved your kisses to his neck. As much as you wanted to leave a bruise he’d have to scramble to cover up later, you’d already tested his limits by smoking with him, so you opted to trail kisses down to his collarbones before pausing, resting your head below them and just listening. The beat of his heart was fast, erratic, and let you know that you still had the same effect on him as he did on you. Rejuvenated, you started to trail kisses down his chest and past his navel, making a quiet noise akin to a purr when his broad hand tangled itself into your hair.

“Sweet girl,” he murmured at the sound, reveling in the peppering of kisses to his torso and letting you have your way with him as he rested his head back against the headboard. “You drive me mad.”

“It’s all you,” you murmured in response, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh before your tongue was on his cock, making him groan out your name brokenly. Both of you knew, but neither of you wanted to say it. You were the only one who could make him feel so whole, so heavy with life, and he was that same person for you. But there was a boundary around the minute grey area where you two resided, right between right and wrong, and that boundary was what was sending him home at night but also keeping your lips wrapped around him. It didn’t matter if you wanted to be shouting from the rooftops that he was your love, your life, yours.

Because he wasn’t. And you weren’t his either. Not in the way either of you wanted, but life had a funny way of doing things like that. And along with that, life had a funny way of shoving a stick in your bicycle tire and sending you flying, upending everything that was sacred in your world and threatening your very existence.

welcome to spring break by whitney! i’m on a partial hiatus, so this is what i’ve lined up for my absence. let me know what you think of this one, leave comments, feedback, anything! the deacon one came out yesterday, and the roger one will come out tomorrow - leave notes on the one you like the most, and i’ll chose whichever one seems to be the most well-received to start a new series once TNC is over! have a great week yall <3

taglist - @crosmopolitan @just-ladyme @rogerfxckingtaylor @fourmisfitz @shae-is-not-ok @moreinfinite @fruityfreddie @poachedhazontoast @strawberryfields-forever @imladrs @psychoticobsession @killer-queen-xo @rebelrebelyourefaceisamess @destiel-stucky4ever-loki-queen @wanderingsami @stardvstial @iminlovewith-rogers-car @benyeehawdy @mercurys-bike @mazzelloplots @beaaatle @sunshine112 @wonderless-screwup

message me/reply to this to be added to the permanent taglist! REQUESTS CLOSED

[im-inlovewithmycar]

I was tagged by the ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS @iminlovewith-rogers-car

I hate this pic, but I only have a total of five selfies that I’ve taken in the past year, so.

I tag @peblezq @deacydarling @deakydeakydeakysaltpitdeaky @im-happy-at-home @im-in-love-with-my-cat @emmasunshiine @killerqueenjoy @70srogertaylor if you want

[genethequeen]

shitty queen lockscreens iii

so here's some Rog ones. I only like 1/3 of these but 🙃

@iminlovewith-rogers-car thank you for requesting some 70s Roger ones because I absolutely love him

[samisinlovewithexo]

I love him.

[omilove]

Minx Ch. 1 teaser

Hope you enjoy

My darling, can't we makeup…

Ever since our breakup…

Make believe is all I do…

I'm laughing on the outside…

Crying on the inside…

'Cause I'm so in love with you...

@iminlovewith-rogers-car

[englishgirlabroad]

#iminlovewith #iminlove #bulletcoffee #homemade

[xo-tyalu]

Thank You @littlesaravoo por acordarte de uno siempre se te quiere un monton usare y apreciare a cada cosa como no tienes idea!!! #iminlovewith every thing! ✨ #gif #korea #friendgift #BTS #JIMIN #ASTRO (en Panama, Panama)

[allthe-queens-men]

@anotheronebitesthedeaks tagged me to post a selfie. I put my glasses back on just for this! 😊

I'm tagging @deacydeac @iminlovewith-rogers-car @yogurtbattle @prettyboyroger @candidroger and @im-happy-at-home 💜

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Death of a Bachelor (NSFW)

Alone at a table for two / And I just wanna be served / And when you think of me / Am I the best you’ve ever had? / Share one more drink with me / Smile even though you’re sad

“You ever thought of taking out an insurance policy on your entire body?” Roger asked, feigning complete seriousness as he buttoned up his red plaid shirt, his leather jacket haphazardly tossed over the luggage stand across the room where it had been shed earlier. He was still a sight to behold in his boxers, a mid-40’s man who had aged better than any of your other men combined. He was just barely wrinkled, but his scruffy, short blonde hair eliminated any age that his face showed by giving him a young adult boyishness that was so alluring, you thought it should be illegal.

“Are you really asking me if I’ve considered insuring my pussy?” you laughed, shaking your head as you stepped back into your dress, shimmying to get it up over your hips before sliding your arms into the straps one by one. Walking over to where he was, you resumed buttoning up his shirt for him, quickly running your tongue over your lower lip as you focused on each individual button. “Have I truly got you that whipped, Rog?”

“Sweetheart, every part of you is an asset. If I were you, I’d be insuring my sex for millions.” His impish grin took even more age off of his face as he chuckled at himself, grabbing his sunnies from the nightstand and perching them on his head. When you finished buttoning his shirt, you patted his chest gently, then made your way across the room to grab his jacket for him while he pulled his pants on, shamelessly staring at your ass and getting caught in the act when you turned back around.

“Mr. Taylor, I don’t remember giving you permission to gawk at my rear end,” you chastised gently, bringing his jacket back over to him as he rolled his eyes, buttoning his trousers up. When you held out the jacket, he took it gratefully, pulling it on.

“I pay good money, I should be able to get a gentleman’s glimpse at your arse,” he complained, checking his pockets for his keys as his keen blue eyes still watched you carefully, gauging your reaction.

“Should charge you extra for that,” you teased, heading over to the mirror on the opposite wall and starting to comb through your hair with a brush that was in your purse. You still had another place to go tonight, and though Roger didn’t know that, he had an inkling of a suspicion from the way you obsessed over the stray hairs.

“You charge the other chaps extra for that?” he asked plainly, a slight edge of accusation in his voice even though he desperately tried to get rid of it. Even if it wasn’t his place to be angry about you seeing other men besides him, there was still an innate sense of ownership and possessiveness that was seared deeper and deeper into his soul every time you moaned his name. The two-syllable word leaving your lips was addictive to him – how unbelievably sinful you sounded when you said it, and yet so sweet, like an angel calling down from on high.

Your expression soured in an instant as soon as Roger brought up the other men. He meant well, you knew that, but it still annoyed you that he used your multiple partners as advantage against you, keeping you in your place when you felt like you were supposed to be the one in control of it all. Even if he was the supplier, the sugar daddy, you still felt like you had the monopoly on him, and whenever he brought up your other side projects, you quickly found the fault in your assumptions. And you hated that. Accepting that you’re somewhat delusioned with a tempestuous, uncertain lifestyle is no easy task, and Roger made you face that fact more often than you’d like.

“Roger, we’ve already discussed this,” you replied icily, shoving your brush back in your purse before pulling out your powder, dusting the sweatier parts of your face with a layer of powder to eliminate any traces of Roger’s work that was done on your body. But then he was right there, his arm wrapping around your waist and hand resting on your tummy as he gazed at you through the mirror, daring you to rebuke him, egging you on.

But you couldn’t, and you both knew it. His lips ghosted along your shoulder as you slowly sat down the powder on the desk in front of you, resting a hand on top of his and gripping the edge of the desk with the other to steady yourself. Roger’s clothed hips rocked against you from behind, pressing his already hardening erection into your ass and making you moan out involuntarily. You let your lips stay slightly parted as you forgot why you were leaving in the first place, Roger’s voice overwhelming your senses as he spoke.

“Tell me that any one of them can leave you half as satisfied as I leave you,” he crooned against your neck, his lips unbearably close to your ear as he pinned your hips to the desk with his, his impossibly beautiful blue eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Tell me.”

“God, Roger, I can’t,” you almost whispered, your voice catching in your throat as you tried and failed to tear your gaze away from his, red hot arousal and some shame coloring your cheeks red as you started to grind back against him, unable to help yourself. There was already wetness pooling between your legs again, betraying your will.

“Call off your other fuck for the night and I’ll cover what he was going to pay.” Roger’s voice was sultry, tempting, and you paused in moving your hips as you hesitated, wondering whether the deal was worth it. You wanted desperately to show Roger you were stronger than this, but the hardening impression of his cock on your ass was making it very hard to say no. “I’ll buy you dinner too,” he added, and you sighed in sweet defeat as you reached for the phone, pulling your little black book out of your purse and flipping through the pages to find Tom’s number.

As you dialed it shakily, Roger hiked up the bottom of your dress, no panties to impede his progress as he unbuttoned his trousers quickly , listening to the phone ring as he dropped his boxers and trousers both, his cock springing out of its restraints and slapping against the back of your thighs as Tom answered politely.

“This is Tom, Hello?”

“Hi, Tommy,” you greeted carefully, Roger grunting in annoyance as he wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few strokes before sliding it between your folds, starting to grind up against you in an effort to speed up your progress. Taking a shaky breath away from the receiver, you then continued. “It’s Y/N. Listen, I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather and I can’t keep my lunch down, I’m sorry. I think I’ll have to cancel our meeting tonight!”

“Well, shit. No getting around that, I guess. Let me know if you need anything, sweetums. And I’ll see you next week, right?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, Roger’s disapproval manifested by the way he pushed you down over the desk, making you bend over fully so he could see you on display. “See you then. Goodbye!”

“Get better!” With that, you hung up quickly, cutting the conversation as Roger chuckled sardonically, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock and making you whine softly as you let your cheek come to rest on the cool wood of the desk, a needy look in your eyes that made Roger smirk, extremely satisfied with his effect on you.

“What a cuck. It’s a wonder you keep him around.” Lining himself up, you waited with bated breath, biting your lip to silence any whimpers that threatened to leave them. “And feeling under the weather? I think I’ve got just the cure.”

welcome to spring break by whitney! i’m on a partial hiatus, so this is what i’ve lined up for my absence. let me know what you think of this one, leave comments, feedback, anything! this is the last of the trio - leave notes on the one you like the most, and i’ll chose whichever one seems to be the most well-received to start a new series once TNC is over! have a great week yall <3

taglist - @crosmopolitan @just-ladyme @rogerfxckingtaylor @fourmisfitz @shae-is-not-ok @moreinfinite @fruityfreddie @poachedhazontoast @strawberryfields-forever @imladrs @psychoticobsession @killer-queen-xo @rebelrebelyourefaceisamess @destiel-stucky4ever-loki-queen @wanderingsami @stardvstial @iminlovewith-rogers-car @benyeehawdy @mercurys-bike @mazzelloplots @beaaatle @sunshine112 @wonderless-screwup

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[putzquelegal]

#judas #iminlovewith #americano #mexico #muitoamor #virgemdeguadalupe #😍 (em Mexico City, Mexico)