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[rogertaylorshbb]

"good girl" part 2! roger Taylor x reader {short imagine}

he back a few inches away and looked at you. you couldn't even look him in the eye, you just looked down and fiddled with the papers.

he tucked some hair behind your ear. "are you gonna be a good girl when I tell you what to do" he asked in a soft but dominating voice. "yes" you whispered.

he grabbed the papers in your hand and placed then on a coffee table, "look at me" he demanded, you looked up at, "you look so desperate" he laughed.

he moved some hair away from your neck and started to kiss down to your collar bone, even that made you wet between your legs. he then got his hand and slowly placed it on your stomach following it up to your breast. you let out a moan louder then expected but you stopped yourself from doing more. "its alright, love, moan, I want you to moan my name"

he started to unbutton your shirt and flung it on the ground, he did the same with your bra shortly after. traveling his hand around your neck and chest while he kissed you, his other hand rubbing the inside of your thigh.

you could smell his fresh cologne that smelt like a soft peppermint and could taste cigarettes' on his tongue. his rough fingertips traced down to your skirt, he ran he hands over your underwear nudging your sensitive clit which made you gasp outload. "already so wet and sensitive, how nice, such a good girl for me" he chuckled through kisses.

he started to softly nudge the area of couple times feeling the wet warmth through the fabric. "roger" you began to whimper as the slightest touch from him made your stomach fill with butterflies.

he began to grow hard at your whimpers of his name, becoming more rough as he grew. he laid you down on your back sliding your underwear off, he started to unbuckle his jean belt and slide his pants off as he whispered in your ear "I'm gonna try to to easy on you" he said softly.

"don't" you whispered "make me cry your name"

"fuck" he groaned.

he put his hand down to your clit and trailed down to your opening. he slowly placed two fingers inside you and you clenched around his fingers. the feel of you getting flustered underneath him made him almost feel weak.

"tell me if its too much" he said as he slowly pushed into you.

"oh my god, roger- fuck" you moaned as he pushed in deeper.

he started to pound you fast without and hesitation. you scarped your nails into his back and moaned uncontrollably, maybe even a bit too much.

"fucking good girl" he groaned while he pounded into you, he called you other names that made you feel closer to your climax. "roger, fuck me, god, its too much- don't stop"

"you fucking desperate whore" he whispered into your ear that made you shake.

"I'm- clos-" you moaned

"I know love".

he reached your climax and grabbed onto him and he rubbed your clit harshly riding your orgasm out. he them pulled out of you to cum on your stomach.

"good boy" you whispered.

[fictionalmenmistress]

The Private Library

... Of Fictional Men Mistress

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[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

QUEEN MASTERLIST

below the cut are all queen imagines finished/in progress by me!

♡ indicates fluff/cutesy 🌶 indicates smut ☂ indicates angst ✕ indicates trigger warning (further specified on indiv. posts) ☺️ indicates meet-cute ☆ indicates platonic/friends

        BRIAN MAY Extraordinary  ☺️ Get Stuffed  ♡ Pavlov’s Dog  ☺️ Taking the Piss  ☺️ Waterworks  ♡ Non-Character (Gwilym!Brian, Ben!Roger)  ☂ Off Limits  ♡ Would You Be Mad?  ♡ 🌶 Bring Out The Big Guns  🌶 Off Night Backstreet (PREVIEW)  🌶 The Call (Ben!Roger, Gwilym!Brian)  

The Call; Part 1  ☂

The Call; Part 2  ☂

The Call; Part 3  ☂

Late Nights, Early Mornings

LN,EM; Part 1  ♡

LN,EM; Part 2  ♡

LN,EM; Part 3  ☂ ♡

         ROGER TAYLOR Cristalle  ☂ ♡ Help Me  ☂ ♡ On A Leash  ♡ ✕ Write It Down  ♡ Legs  ♡ Good Trousers ☺️ Whipped Cream  ♡ The Present  🌶 Non-Character (Gwilym!Brian, Ben!Roger)  ☂ Three A.M.  ♡ Cut Off   ☂ ♡ Load Out  ♡ ✕ 🌶 (just a bit)   Knee-Slapper  ☆ Sunshine On My Shoulders  ☂ ♡ No-One but You  ☂ ♡ ✕ Got Your Nose  ☺️ ♡ Sunk His Battleship ♡ Of Woe and Envy  ☂ King of the Jungle Gym  ☆ ♡ Death of a Bachelor 🌶 For Your Troubles  ♡ God Is A Woman  🌶 Bang a Gong//Get It On (Part 1, Part 2) Tomorrow Never Came (FINISHED)

TNC; Part 1  ☺️

TNC; Part 2  ✕ ☆

TNC; Part 3  ♡ ☆

TNC; Part 4  ♡ ☆

TNC; Part 5  ♡ ☆

TNC; Part 6  ☂ ♡ ✕ 🌶

TNC; Part 7  ☂ ♡

TNC; Part 8  ☂ 🌶

TNC; Part 9  ♡

TNC; Part 10  ☂ ♡

TNC; Part 10.5  🌶

TNC; Part 11  ☂ ♡

TNC; Part 12

TNC; Part 13

The Call (Ben!Roger, Gwilym!Brian)

The Call; Part 1  ☂

The Call; Part 2  ☂

The Call; Part 3  ☂

Conquista

Conquista; Part 1  ☺️

Conquista; Part 2   ♡

Conquista; Part 3   ☂

Conquista; Part 4   🌶 (just a bit)

        JOHN DEACON Call Me  ☂ ♡ Champagne  🌶 Sweet Bird of Paradox  ☆ (it’s complicated - sugar daddy beginnings lmao)

        FREDDIE MERCURY A Want or A Need  ✕ ☆ The Wrath of Mercury  ♡

        ALL QUEEN SpaghettiO’s  ☆ Starfish (All Queen, but some Brian May)  ☆ ♡

[deaksownthis]

I wonder how many times y/n has gotten a UTI for not peeing after sex

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Masterlist

This is my first masterlist and I don't have much added but its just to try and keep everything together. Hope you guys find it easier to find what you want as I add more and more of what you like.

My works are my own. Credit me if sharing across other platforms.

Enjoy

The Vampire Diaries

Smut

Damon Salvatore

Best Friends or More?

Damon Salvatore- NSFW Alphabet

Fun on the Floor

Hot Public Shit

Kol Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson- NSFW Alphabet

Stefan Salvatore

We Have History Together

Stefan Salvatore- NSFW Alphabet

Fluff

Damon Salvatore

Ripper Mode Stefan

The Promise

Imagines

Damon Salvatore

His Eyes On You : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Twilight

Fluff

Edward Cullen

I Want You, No Matter What

Imagines

Edward Cullen

If Anything Happened Part 1 , Part 2

They Don't Come Across Too Normal: Part 1 Part 2

Jasper Hale

Will You Do Me The Honor?

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Johnny Depp

Fingers Through Johnny's Hair - Part 1 , Part 2 (fluff)

Getting Close to Johnny (smut)

Johnny Knows What's Best - Part 1 (fluff) , Part 2 (smut)

Moving on with Johnny

Staying by his Side (fluff)

Being All Alone

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The Bear (Hulu)

Carmy Losin' Cool (fluff)

Pretty Pregnant (smut)

One Michelin Star (smut)

Toxicity or Tough Love? (fluff)

Golden Globes

Pretty Little Outfit (smut)

Series

Fuckin' with the Ecosystem

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (fluff)

Chapter 5 (fluff)

Chapter 6 (fluff)

Chapter 7 (smut)

Never Getting Over You

Part 1

Part 2

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Random

Deacon St. John (Gaming)

Healing the Wounds

Fearful of Forgetting (fluff)

Batman (Bruce Wayne)

Bruce Wayne's Therapist (fluff)

Bruce Wayne's Therapist - Part 2 (prequel) (fluff)

Leon S. Kennedy (Gaming)

One Night

[rogertaylorsfalsettos]

I was reading a Roger Taylor X reader smut story during class and my teacher caught me and he smirked-

[johnricharddeacy]

How could you not simp over Roger Taylor!!?? I meaaaaan...

[benismyqueen]

HOME — PARTE UNO

Vivir con Roger y Freddie es vivir cada día una nueva aventura. Nunca te habías sentido tan llena teniendo tan poco.

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Ya pasó una semana desde que apareciste en el apartamento de Freddie y Roger, y te ayudaron a deshacer tus dos maletas. Parece muy lejano el momento en el que Freddie te ayudó en la casa de tus padres a meter toda tu vida en dos bolsas. 7 días pueden ser una eternidad cuando te lo pasas tan bien.

La rutina era fácil de seguir, por la mañana compartís el desayuno que suele ser medio vaso de leche mezclado con un poco de agua, así engañáis vuestra vista pareciendo un buen vaso, y lo mezclais con una cucharada de café cada uno. Luego ambos te acompañan a la facultad. Es fácil ya que los tres estudian realmente cerca, así que os metéis en la furgoneta de Roger y os despedís para cada uno ir a su edificio correspondiente. Pero a la salida debes tomar un autobús que te lleve al mercadillo de Kensington donde tienen un puesto de ropa de segunda mano. Ambos abandonan dos horas antes sus clases para poder abrir el puesto y ganar algo de dinero extra. Y se aseguran de dejarte algunas monedas para el transporte. A regañadientes las aceptas pero siempre terminas haciendo el recorrido a pie. Al menos de momento hace buen tiempo, pero el frío nunca abandona Londres del todo.

Por las tardes les ayudas como mano de obra gratuita en el puesto del mercadillo. Normalmente colocando las prendas que la gente descoloca, y asegurando a cada cliente lo bien que le queda la prenda que se han probado, aunque sea una vil mentira. Pero necesitáis el dinero.

Descubres que no suelen comer, de vez en cuando un amigo suyo se pasa por ahí y les deja algún bocadillo y algo de agua.

A eso de las 9pm cierran el mercadillo, y siendo muy de noche se suben a la camioneta y vuelven a su caja de zapatos llamada hogar. Roger te agradece todas las noches las cenas que preparas, tienen muy poca comida en la cocina, pero te descubres cocinando todos los días patatas cocidas, huevos cocidos y arroz. Agradeces que de pequeña eras muy mala a las horas de las comidas, y tus padres tenían que usar todo su ingenio para que toda la comida pareciese apetecible para ti, así que sabes con los mismos ingredientes hacer comidas diferentes.

Algunas veces es puré de patata con huevo cocido. Otras revuelto de patatas con huevos fritos. Y cuando cocinas arroz, usas el tomate para hacer salsa, y los vasos del gabinete para que quede con forma de cilindro.

Después de recoger la cocina os quedáis una hora en el salón compartiendo anécdotas del día, pero estáis tan cansados que alguna vez os habéis quedado dormidos en el suelo en alguna posición extraña. Pero siempre despiertas en la cama de Freddie al día siguiente, en una esquina de la pequeña cama, con tu amigo aplastándote.

Siempre se disculpa y dice que tiene el sueño tan profundo que nunca se acuerda que duerme con una chica. Está tan apenado que siempre le perdonas. Sabes que no se aprovecha de la situación para acercarse a ti de una manera sexual. Es muy complaciente y comprensivo contigo para eso. Pero realmente quieres darle una patada en la espinilla cuando despiertas de madrugada muerta de calor con su peso en tu espalda.

Esa rutina se rompe los sábados y los domingos. Los sábados madrugan para ir al mercadillo, y por la noche van a un pub a tocar. Tienen una banda. Si, claro que lo sabias. Y claro que Freddie estuvo meses rogándote que vayas a verlo y así conocer a sus amigos, pero esos eran los días para estudiar. Y así sigue.

Mientras ellos se ausentan el sábado por la mañana, te encargas de limpiar el apartamento, ventilar el olor a cigarrillo y quizá hacer alguna compra. Luego el resto del tiempo estudias y esperas a que vuelvan a casa. Normalmente suelen venir sobre las tres de la mañana con algunas cervezas de más, pero es divertido cuando consigues persuadir a Freddie de dormir con las sábanas enrolladas así poder mantenerlo quieto durante unas horas, sin tener que aguantarlo sobre tu espalda.

Sujetas bien tu bolsa con los libros de la universidad, y sales del edificio al frío invierno en Londres. Agradeces que no llueve, y puedes caminar sin sufrir hasta Kensington. Con la mano por encima del pantalón notas las pequeñas monedas de Freddie para tomar el autobús. Ajustas tu abrigo y sigues caminando. ¿Qué son dos kilómetros? Absolutamente nada. Les debes la vida a esos dos muchachos, no puedes aprovecharte de su hospitalidad.

Al cabo de un rato te arrepientes de ir caminando. Hace bastante viento, y a pesar de que llevas dos camisetas debajo de tu suéter, y tu abrigo, sientes como el frío se te cuela hasta los huesos. Ni siquiera sientes los dedos de los pies.

Incluso al respirar puedes sentir el frío en el interior de tu nariz.

Ya sientes como llegas al mercadillo cuando el olor a comida de uno de los puestos llega a tu nariz. Patatas con salchichas. Sientes como te rugen las tripas cuando te acercas.

"¿Puede darme dos vasos con patatas y salchichas?" Preguntas cuando estás lo suficientemente cerca.

"Serán 3.50 dólares" Te mira con una mirada algo extraña el hombre detrás del mostrador.

"Ningún problema" Intentas sonreír y notas como las comisuras de tus labios algo agrietadas se estiran.

Es un puesto algo sucio y de poca fiabilidad, pero no es como que os podáis permitir una comida de vanguardia. Y un vaso enorme lleno de patatas fritas y salchichas picadas suena muy apetecible después de desayunar leche con agua.

Agradeces al señor del mostrador cuando te da la comida y la vuelta y te diriges a toda prisa al puesto de Freddie y Roger. Es bastante reconocible porque toda la juventud se detiene ah��. Roger es muy simpático y amigable, además de popular. Y Freddie es tan carismático que cae simpático a todo el mundo. Aunque muchas veces se quejan de eso. Mucha gente va de paso, pero muy poca gente va a comprar realmente.

"¡Al fin! Pensábamos que te había pasado algo. ¿Anda muy solicitado el transporte público?" Freddie está esperando en la entrada cagado de frío. Está tan preocupado que ni siquiera notó la comida.

"Algo así. Me trajeron unos amigos. Os he traído esto" Mientes porque sabes que en ningún escenario posible, Roger y Freddie aceptarían la comida de saber que la conseguiste con el dinero del autobús.

"¡Rog, Mackenzie ya llegó!" Freddie te empuja dentro del puesto. Agradeces que no hace tanto frío como fuera, pero sin duda sigue haciendo demasiado frío.

"Oye tú" Roger aparece detrás de un burro lleno de ropa.

"Oye tú" Lo imitas con una sonrisa. "Os traje comida. Supongo que estaréis hambrientos" A Roger se le iluminan los ojos al ver los vasos con comida.

Freddie te arranca uno de los vasos.

"¿Cómo lo has conseguido?" Pregunta con la boca llena de comida.

"Oh, unos chicos se ofrecieron a traerme. Comimos algo y les convencí de que seguía hambrienta para que me comprasen algo más."

"Cariño, no hace falta que te prostituyas por nosotros" Freddie deja un beso grasoso en tu mejilla y sale rápidamente para captar más clientes.

"Me casaría contigo" Roger se acerca y toma el vaso de comida.

"Seguro que eso se lo dices a todas las chicas que te traen patatas con salchichas" Ruedas los ojos con una sonrisa.

"Salchipapas" te corrige "Y de dudosa procedencia en un puesto de mala calidad"

"Y que seguramente no cumple las medidas de higiene"

"Estoy seguro de que no las cumple" Roger se sienta en el sofá y te mira.

Te sientes incómoda. Aún no ha probado la comida, y ni siquiera hace caso de su vaso humeante. A ti no te duraría ni cinco minutos. En cambio te está mirando a ti, con una mirada que no sabrías descifrar.

"¿Quieres que lo compartamos?" Te sonríe señalando el vaso.

"Oh, no. Yo ya he comido" Intentas no ponerte nerviosa y rezas para que el olor no llegue a tus fosas nasales. No querrás que tus tripas suenen.

"Vamos, siempre hay hambre para unas patatas" Te sonríe de esa forma. Sabe que eres incapaz de decirle que no a esa sonrisa y esa mirada. Rodando los ojos te dejas caer en el sofá.

"Solo para que lo sepas" Habla con la boca llena de patatas fritas. "No comparto con todas las chicas mis salchipapas"

Suspiras cuando cruzas la puerta de vuestra caja de zapatos. ¡Al fin!

Freddie es el primero en ir corriendo al baño para darse una ducha.

Te dejas caer en el sofá. Estás demasiado cansada. Si de por si es duro madrugar tanto y estar todo el día fuera de casa, cuando tienes que andar casi dos kilómetros con unas botas que te hacen daño en los pies, solo quieres llegar a casa y dormir una semana entera.

"¿Cansada?" Roger se deja caer a tu lado. No tarda en pasar su brazo por tus hombros y acercarte a él.

"No te haces una idea" Muy a tu pesar te incorporas un poco para quitarte las malditas botas. Agradeces cuando tus pies se sienten libres y vuelves a tu posición junto a Roger.

Pero este está viendo tus pies todo rojos con durezas en el talón y en la zona de los dedos.

"Realmente te hacen daño" Frunce el ceño mientras se levanta. "Aguarda aquí" Casi corre a la cocina y vuelve casi al instante con cubo lleno de agua. "Es agua tibia, te calmará" Hace que poco a poco metas los pies. Más que tibia parece realmente helada cuando entra en contacto con tu piel. "Déjalo unos minutos, tampoco quiero que enfermes. Creo que tengo una crema por algún lado. Déjame buscarla"

Te dejas caer en el sofá y cierras los ojos. Si no llegas a pensar en lo mucho que aprecias a Roger, quizá te quedarías dormida. Es muy gentil y cariñoso cuando quiere a alguien. No sabes si te quiere, a penas os conocéis, pero es una persona que desde que has llegado a casa, se ha encargado de mantenerte segura y cómoda. Tratándote como una amiga de toda la vida. Y desde luego da hasta lo que no tiene para hacer feliz a todas las personas que ama. Y en este momento de tu vida, te hace muy feliz.

"¿Estás dormida?" Pregunta entrando silenciosamente. Gruñes en respuesta e inmediatamente sientes como el sofá se hunde cuando se sienta. "Encontré la crema, mi madre se la echaba en las piernas cuando tenía turnos muy largos de trabajo. La traje conmigo porque huele muy bien. Espero que te calme."

Los ojos te duelen y sienten como tienen ganas de echar lágrimas cuando los abres. Roger deja caer una toalla en el suelo y te indica que saques los pies. Con cuidado pone los pies en su regazo y con una toallita los seca con mucho cuidado. Ronroneas de gusto. Realmente tiene buenas manos. Luego cuando tienes los pies secos, sientes una sustancia pegajosa y muy fría en los pies.

Gimes mientras Roger extiende la crema y masajea tus pies.

"Realmente sois muy domésticos. Parecéis un matrimonio de cincuenta años" Freddie entra en el salón secándose el pelo con una toalla.

"¿Celoso de que nadie se preocupe por ti?" Roger escupe siguiendo con su trabajo.

"Celoso de que somos amigos por años y nunca me has dado un masaje"

"Bueno tampoco me has traido comida al trabajo" Freddie rueda los ojos y se deja caer en el sofá.

"Deja que esto se absorba, iré a ducharme. Luego te calentaré agua para que puedas hacerlo también. Te sentirás bien cuando vayas a dormir después de una ducha caliente" Roger se levanta. Cierras los ojos y vuelves a dejar caer la cabeza. Todo te da vueltas y sientes que te vas a desmayar del cansancio.

"Estoy seguro de que estaría encantado de frotar tu espalda en la ducha"

"No molestes Freddie" Te cuesta hasta pronunciar palabra. ¿Hay alguna parte de tu cuerpo que no esté cansada?"

"Creo que si pones esos ojos, conseguirías hasta que te corte las uñas de los pies. Literalmente lo digo, le tienes comiendo de la palma de tu mano."

Bostezas y sientes lágrimas cayendo por tus mejillas al hacerlo.

"Estás demasiado cansada para verlo, pero este hombre realmente se preocupa por que te sientas a salvo aquí." Freddie deja un beso en tu frente antes de entrar en vuestro cuarto compartido. "Está bien si compartes habitación con Roger esta noche."

No tienes fuerzas ni para contestar a su comentario.

Roger sale casi corriendo del baño. Se asegura de secarse bien y vestirse antes de salir y encontrarte desmayada en el sofá. Aún tienes la ropa puesta y una manta tapando tus piernas, con los pies al aire. Sonríe enternecido. Supone que la ducha tendrá que esperar. No quiere despertarte estando tan cansada. Retira la manta de tu cuerpo, e intenta quitarte el abrigo con cuidado.

Te coge en brazos y te lleva a la habitación con Freddie.

"¿Estaría bien si le quitamos los pantalones? Estará más cómoda" Sugiere dejándote caer en la cama.

"No te preocupes, yo me encargo. Se sentirá más cómoda con su amigo de confianza" Roger rueda los ojos mientras sale de la habitación. "Solo bromeo. Ya tendrás otra oportunidad de ver su ropa interior" Roger está a punto de entrar y darle un golpe. "¡Solo bromeo!"

Roger finalmente sale de la habitación y Freddie deja escapar una risa.

Antes de entrar en su habitación propia, recoge tus viejas botas. Normal que le duelan los pies, piensa. Tienen pinta de ser horriblemente incómodas. Las esconde en un cajón del salón detrás de una planta y finalmente se mete en la cama.

[rogertaylorshbb]

"movie theater" roger Taylor fanfic {part 2}

smut* {I'm not that great at writing smut btw}

it had been a couple hours since roger gave you his number, you sat on your bed in your favorite warm pjs looking down at the paper with his number.

'should I call it, maybe I will seem to eager, but what if he thinks I'm not interested? did he expect me to call him tonight? what if it was a joke?' you thought to yourself all your thoughts racing. you hadn't been asked out by a guy for very long since your ex boyfriend.

you took a deep breath and decided to just call the number. you dialed the number and put the phone to your ear sitting nervously at the edge of your bed.

"hello? roger speaking"

"hi, its y/n"

"oh, y/n" you heard a sudden excitement in his voice "didn't think you would call so soon"

"oh sorry, didn't know when I should call you, just wandering when you would want to hang out"

"um, you free tomorrow?"

"uh huh, not really doing anything tomorrow"

"well, why don't we meet at the café next to the theatre, about 11?"

"sounds great!" you said blushing over the phone.

you both said your goodbyes and hung up.

you smiled widely when you hung up the phone, you were having butterflies in your stomach like some 13 year old girl, you never really felt like this before on first dates, maybe it was rogers good looks, or his extremely attractive voice talking over the phone.

*the next day*

you woke up at about 9, and got out of bed exhausted, you felt like sleeping more but you didn't want to look like a mess on this date.

you shuffled to your closet to check what you had. you knew it was cold out so you got a paif of your favorite jeans, a stripy long sleeve and a white jumper over it.

you got all ready, brushing your teeth and taking a shower before you put your outfit on. you walked over to the mirror looking at yourself, 'do I look to casual, maybe these clothes don't go together? maybe I should pick something more girly, yeah maybe a skirt, but its cold' there go your racing thoughts again.

"just shut up y/n, you look great" you whispered to yourself. you looked down at your watch, "oh shit its 10:50 I should get going"

you grabbed your bag and raced out the door you roommate standing there with a hot mug of some nice smelling drink, that you wanted to snatch as you raced passed.

"hey, where you going-" your friend mumbled but was cut off by the sound of the door slamming behind you.

----infront of the café------

you were infront of the café, rubbing your hands together the frosty air making your ears feel like they could fall off.

you looked around for him till you saw him walking up to you. he was wearing black pants and a white shirt with a cute red stripy jacket.

"you look nice" he said with a big smile.

"thanks, so do you, i like your jacket" you said a bit stunned by his energy.

he blushed and looked down. you then both made your way into the café.

-----in the café---

"shit- it was cold outside, nice in here though" he said looking over to you taking of his jacket.

"must all the hot food that makes it warm in here" you replied also taking your jumper off.

you took a seat near the window and began to talk. you both talked for a while taking sips of the coffee that was getting cold infront of you. you didn't have much time to drink cause you were talking so much.

"yeah- wait- I know- its hilarious" you laughed barley being able to speak, holding your stomach. roger sat across form you crying cause he was laughing so much,

as you were laughing a waiter came over to you, "um excuse me, we- we have a few complaints could you please keep it down or you will have to leave"

roger looked over to the waiter his face instantly changing. "are you joking, did-" he sighed "you know what, we were just about to leave"

he through the money on the table and quickly got up.

you both walked through the doors.

"hey we didn't have to actually leave" you said shivering from the cold outside.

"i know-just- just got mad, what do you wanna do now" he questioned looking over to you.

"well do you have an apartment..?" you said turning to him with a smirk.

he gave you a smirk back "come, follow me, its just up here".

-----rogers apartment-----

you looked around as you walked in of rogers apartment "nice place" you said softly.

"oh- thanks" roger said taking his jacket off and placing it on his counter.

"hmm, so- where's your bedroom?" you smiled at him.

he glanced at you and raised an eyebrow, "we dont need a bed" he guestered his head over to his counter, and you jumpred and sat on the edge of it.

he grabbed his arm around your waist, he hummed at you so close to him "your so beautiful, you know that, I couldn't take my eyes off you all day"

"hm, I can say that same for you-" you were saying but was cut off by his lips to yours. he kissed you fervently running his other hand through your hair.

you grabbed his back and he trailed his kisses down your neck. "fuck" you softly moaned as he kissed your neck. you took off your shirt and he trailed his hand up the side of your stomach. he took his shirt off and you kissed his collarbone making him slowly groan and your mouth against his soft but also rough skin.

he started to tug at your jeans, "woah, calm down" you chuckled. "oh c'mon, I need them off so badly" he smiled.

'well lucky for you I was just about to take them off"

"good girl" he whispered as he kissed your again

you took your jeans off and he followed by also taking his off. he bent his head down, kissing your thigh, squeezing the other one. you breathed heavily. he started to kiss the inside of your thigh moving his hand closer and closer to your clit.

you loved the feeling but wanted something else. you slightly moved away and looked at him "roger, don't tease" you sighed "just fuck me"

"oh fuck y/n" he groaned trailing his kisses back up to your neck and grabbing a condom from his jeans from the floor.

"wait, you had a condom I your pocket?" you laughed.

"well- I- I- yeah" he smirked as he stuttered opening it.

he put it on and slowly began to enter you "ah- god- y/n" he softly moaned as he entered you.

"your so wet" he whispered fulling entering you. you moaned loudly at him fully in you.

"you ok?" he questioned.

"yes, I'm- oh shit roger, just fuck me"

"if you insist he said as he pushed himself into you.

he began to harshly push himself into you fast, giving you no time to think and for your thoughts to race, all you could feel is a full feeling and an intense pleasure, you couldn't stop all your whimpered and moans from slipping out each time he pushed into you.

as you were dripping all over his cock, there was a knock at the door. roger tuned around shocked, "what the fuck? who-" roger questioned.

'um.. HEY, WHOS AT THE DOOR" he called out.

"roger" you whimpered, moving your hands around his waist.

he looked back at you wanting to desperately make you moan again.

"ITS BRIAN" you heard a guy call out 'and john!" you heard another softer voice call out.

"oh my god, are you kidding me" roger said frustrated with his head down.

"COME BACK LATER, IM DOING- SOMEHTING" roger called out angrily.

"but its an emergency" you heard a soft voice call out through the door.

roger looked at you with an embarrassed look on his face and eyes that said sorry, you looked back at him disappointed but nodded your head in understanding.

he quickly put his clothes back on and stumbled to the door. you grabbed your clothes "hey, where's your bathroom?"

"oh just right there" he pointed. "thanks" you said as you walked into the bathroom.

roger answered the door. "are you kidding me?!" he whispered but in a angry and frustrated tone.

"what?" Brian whispered back confused.

"oh my god-, I'm with- I'm with a girl you fucking dumbasses" he loudly whispered.

john snickered "oh sorry mate, didn't know"

"well what's the emergency?"

"oh, nothing we just made that up-" before Brian could finish roger shut the door in his face. he couldn't believe his idiot friends for ruining such a good moment.

as he stood his the door shut, back against it with his hair all messed up you walked out.

"round dos?" you said.

"yes please" he chuckled walking over to you.

the end!

@sarcastic-sourwolf

[bohemiansweede]

Birthday Stories

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Fanfic

Pairing Queen /Bohrap and Reader, Maylor

Warnings 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or leave a comment thank you ❤️

Here I'm going to repost last year's Birthday story and the new ones of course

Enjoy

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Roger

"Birthday Boy"

Brian

"Birthday Boy"

Roger

"Birthday Party"

(Rogers POV)

MAYLOR

"Let's Leave"

JOHN

Birthday Baby

Freddie

Shower In Birthday Gifts

[drumbanger]

THIS IS MY 100th POST

so I figured I’d post some photos of my one true love!!!!!!!

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Champagne (SMUT)

anonymous said: I don’t know if you’re taking requests or if you’ve already wrote this but I’d love if you could do something about deacys fingers, like you make a bet that he can’t make you cum with only his fingers or something idk Just anything 😂 Thank youuuu

(a/n: i srsly rewrote this like three times and i’ve hated it every time but i cannot let myself delete it again so HERE IT IS fml this is the best i could do ily for requesting deacy tho he’s so cute. an actual angel) 

“I’m just saying, champagne is not the first drink I’d think of when my girlfriend says we’re having a night in. I was expecting… I don’t know, not champagne?”

You giggled and laid your head back against the couch as John, your loving (and wine drunk) boyfriend, rested the base of his wine glass on your thigh. You were draped across his lap, half-watching a movie, and halfway through a few bottles of champagne. Tonight, you’d invited him over for a fun little night in, and now you were regretting it as he continued to give you hell for buying champagne as the drink of choice tonight. Apparently, it made him twice as sarcastic as he already was, and far more talkative.

“If you don’t want your champagne, I’ll certainly take it, babe,” you finally said, reaching for his glass and receiving a shocked look and disgusted noise in response, his glass moving out of your reach as fast as you’d ever seen John move.

“I can handle myself, thank you,” he retorted, hiccupping a moment after saying that and covering his mouth as he laughed at himself. “I’m not drunk, I swear. It’s the bubbles.”

“Wow, John, you lightweight,” you teased, finishing off your glass and standing up with a little difficulty, having to pause when you’d fully stood up. You felt dizzy, and John laughed at the horrified look on your face, pulling you back down onto his lap by your hips and grabbing the champagne bottle off the coffee table for you. He reached around you and poured the last of the second bottle into your glass, kissing your shoulder after he sat the bottle back on the coffee table.

“What were you saying about a lightweight?” he asked, drawing out the word lightweight and topping it off with a shit-eating grin. His hand went to rest on your thigh, his long fingers splaying out over your skin as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You were situated comfortably between his legs, your back resting against his torso and hand resting on top of his.

“Oh, shut it, Smart Mouth,” you whined, intertwining your fingers with his as you took another drink of your champagne. The bubbles tickled your throat as you drank it, but you didn’t mind the sensation. Champagne was one of your favorite drinks, even if I did make John one cheeky bitch.

He just made a smug noise and nuzzled your shoulder, watching the movie over it as you quietly twisted and turned your intertwined hands, admiring his fingers. You’d always loved the way he played, his fingers able to create magical, deep basslines that blew you away. He was quite a talented guy, but the magic really happened in his hands, more specifically, his fingers. They were rough, coarse almost, but that was to be expected when he played as much as he did. Also, you thought it gave them character. By comparison, yours were soft and small, John’s hand easily dwarfing yours as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Something wrong with my hand, love? Is it too sweaty?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and making you smile contently.

“No, just admiring your hands,” you stated plainly, as if it was obvious.

He laughed doubtfully, resting his head against yours and raising an eyebrow. “Oh? Are my hands admirable? Do tell, love.” As he shut up to let you speak, he nuzzled your hair, kissing your jaw gently and humming happily at the smell of your perfume.

“I love your hands, Deacy, is that odd? They’re so important; they make so many great songs.”

“Well, my hands thank you very much,” he chuckled, his nose grazing against your jaw as he dipped his head down to ghost affectionate kisses down your neck. In between kisses, he murmured, “My hands also told me to tell you that they can do much more than make a great song or two.” After that, he gently nipped at the soft flesh of your neck, making your stomach do a flip as you realized the champagne was doing more than just making him mouthy.

“No offense to your hands, but I’m going to call bullshit,” you countered, testing his patience as you felt him pause for a moment, his lips barely brushing against the spot he’d just bit. After biting your lip, you tested him even more. “What makes them that special? Yeah, you can play a mean bass, but other than that? Doubtful.”

He chuckled at that, setting his glass to the side as he moved his lips back up to your jaw, pressing kisses along there. Meanwhile, his free hand was sneaking up to your throat, not applying pressure, just resting there as he casually kissed along your jawline, taking his time.

“Don’t doubt me, love, my fingers can work you far better than they can work a bass,” he suddenly murmured, goosebumps raising on your arms as you shivered a bit at how his voice suddenly dropped. John was getting better about dirty talk, and you loved it. He’d been so timid when you’d first slept together, but a man has needs, and with your coaching, he’d gotten better about vocalizing those needs and letting you know what he was thinking.

“Prove it,” you replied, sounding a bit more cocky than you actually felt. John wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back flush against him, and you could feel the outline of his bulge against your ass as he nuzzled your hair again, his hot breath raising more goosebumps. “I bet you can’t get me off with just your fingers.”

After a small moment of silence, he chuckled lowly and lightly traced his index finger along your collarbone. “When I win, what do I get?”

“If,” you corrected, chewing on your lip as you shifted your hips a bit, purposely grinding back against him so that his breathing became a bit more labored. “If you win, you get whatever you want.”

“Tempting,” he muttered, pressing kisses along your shoulder and considering the offer. His hand came up to cup your jaw, and you pouted slightly, as you wanted to speed up his decision. You knew he was going to win this bet, but he was taking his sweet time getting to it, and you were beginning to get antsy because of how turned on you already were at just his words and kisses.

You took one of his digits into your mouth and slowly swirled your tongue around it, sucking gently. Groaning at the sight, it was his turn to shift his hips uncomfortably, as that had turned him on way more than he’d expected it to. He pulled his finger out of your mouth and turned your jaw so that you were facing him, his hurried kiss that came next confirming that he’d agreed to the bet even if he hadn’t said so.

You kissed back eagerly, parting your lips and letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. This position was sort of uncomfortable for you, but you didn’t have the chance to focus on the discomfort long, because John was lifting your hips to pull your pajama shorts off, taking your panties with them. He disconnected his lips from yours and instead pressed a kiss to your shoulder as he snuck a hand under your shirt, running a calloused thumb over your nipple and making you hum in appreciation. He slowly massaged at your breast as his free hand snuck down to start rubbing your clit agonizingly slow, applying just enough pressure to make you whine softly, needy for more.

Your hips lifted up slightly to meet his hand, but he was quick to press them back down, pinching your nipple gently. “Patience, love,” he murmured, kissing the base of your throat as two of his fingers rubbed your clit in slow, languid circles.

You soon got your wish though, as John moved his hand down to slide a finger into you, his thumb taking over rubbing your clit as he curled his finger inside of you, a soft moan tumbling from your lips as he started pumping his finger slowly. Feeling John grin against your shoulder, you turned to bury your face in his hair this time, needing something to ground you in reality as his fingers deftly worked at your core and simultaneously toyed with your nipples.

When John dipped a second finger into you, you gasped and reached up to tangle your hand in his hair, gripping it lightly as your hips bucked a bit at the sudden sensation. He groaned softly at the feeling of you tugging at his hair, your quick, short breaths tickling his ear and making him dizzy as he tried to focus solely on pleasing you.

“Oh Christ, John,” you breathed out, your free hand resting on his forearm as your nails dug into the skin lightly, urging him to go faster.

He only half-smirked at that, his mind just clear enough that he pulled his fingers out of you and slowly ran them along your sex, teasing you and making you whimper at the loss. He then began rubbing your clit quickly, the pace change throwing you for a loop. You moaned his name and let your head fall back against his shoulder, the movie on the TV long forgotten as he trailed open-mouthed kisses up your neck.

After a moment, he pushed his fingers back into you again and he pumped them quickly, tracing circles around your nipples with his free hand as your back arched in pure pleasure, unable to vocalize just how much you were enjoying this. Words wouldn’t form in your brain correctly, John’s touch alone able to undo you like no one else’s touch ever had. You felt his ring brush over your nipple and you shivered at the feeling of the cold metal against your sensitive skin.

You felt pressure building up in your lower stomach area as John’s hand massaged your breast, his fingers curling inside you and hitting just the right spot to make your fingers curl up even more in his hair.

It was obvious to John that you were getting close too, your breathing becoming even more ragged as you grinded up into his hand, needing release quickly. So, he removed his fingers and started rubbing your clit in quick circles, applying a good amount of pressure to drive you closer and closer to the edge.

“Just let go, love,” he cooed, ghosting his lips back up to your jaw and pressing a kiss to the junction between your ear and your jaw. You whimpered softly, barely able to nod before you hit your climax, a strangled moan of his name escaping your lips as you came. “There it is, that’s my girl,” he murmured, watching as you trembled and let out a string of curses until you’d ridden out your high.

Ignoring the mess you’d just made on the couch, you let out a small sigh and turned your head so that you could press an affectionate kiss to the corner of John’s lips. He smiled lopsidedly at the gesture, pulling you in for another quick kiss. “I love you, John,” you murmured against his lips, eliciting a pleased noise from the back of his throat.

“I love you too, Y/N. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He reached over and grabbing some tissues so he could at least attempt to clean up the mess on the couch. That stain would be a bitch later, but neither of you were regretting it, at least not at this moment.

Once he’d done that, he went to clean you up but you grabbed his wrist, and he looked at you with a quizzical look in his eyes.

“No point in that,” you murmured, giving him a devilish grin as you turned to straddle his lap. Your fingers toyed with the hemline of his shirt, and a knowing smirk graced his lips as he pulled you in for a kiss that wasn’t the first and wouldn’t be the last for that long, champagne-fueled night.

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[whynotwinnie]

Timida part 5: Roger Taylor x OC

oof another chapter I swear once semester is over I’m going off on all the chapters but after finishing this one it honestly gave me some motivation so maybe new chap tomorrow?!?! thanks for reading! bennie <3

Mickey

You sat back down at the table with Roger and happily waited for your food. Carrie came by with your water and told you your food will be out soon.

Roger talked about his band practice a bit more while you patiently listened to him, you loved the way he talked so passionately about music his droopy eyes were wide with excitement even when he was talking about how he was arguing with his bandmates. He waved his hands excitedly while he explained how he played the drums. 

“Brian and his stupid ideas always throwing everyone off. Freddie, our lead singer, had to agree with just so he can calm down. Deaky, our bassist, completely agreed with me that we didn’t need a whole bunch of background vocals on the song.” Right as he finished Carrie and another waiter came with two trays of food.

They set down multiple items of food that you saw on the menu, from pasta to pizza. You just watched as they set down plates and plates mouth agape. 

“Does everything look good to you guys?” Carrie asked once the last plate of food was set down.

“Yes, everything looks perfect. Thank you so much.” Roger gave her a smile as she left.

You looked at Roger, then to the food on the table, and then back to Roger and started to laugh, you laughed until you had tears in your eyes and he joined you.

“Roger-” you said in between laughs “Why did you order so much?” just thinking about all the food on the table made you go into a fit of laughter again. You covered your mouth with both hands to try to stifle how loud your laugh was.

After a while, you calmed down enough to wipe the tears that were falling from your eyes.

“Well I didn’t know what you wanted to try and I always get the same thing when I come so I decided that I should get a couple of things on the menu,” he said shyly.

“A couple? Roger, it looks like you ordered the whole restaurant.” you jokingly teased.

He stared at you in silence sticking his chin out to the silverware that was set aside for you. 

“Oh no Roger please serve yourself first.” You don’t know why you felt like this, maybe it was the way you were brought up.

He grabbed a plate and you felt yourself sigh with relief. 

“What did you want to eat Mickey,” he said fork in hand gesturing at the plates of food.

“Huh” never in your life had you been served by a man. It’s not like you had a problem with it, it was just new to you. It felt wrong and you were sure that if your mother had been there she would have scolded you for not serving him.

“Well I think your a chicken parm type of girl,” He said while he cut about half of the chicken parmesan and put it on your plate. 

“Andddd….” he drawled out, “I think you would also like some shrimp alfredo” putting another serving on your plate. 

“And finally some pizza.” As he put 2 slices of pizza on the side of your plate.

Your eyes met his droopy blue ones and at that moment you felt something pull in your chest. You haven’t been in a relationship in years, you have been on dates since you’ve been living in England. But you always made an excuse to stop seeing the other person. 

You have never met anyone like Roger though he was so confident and didn’t care what anyone had to say about him, and something about that scared you but it also made you more curious.

Roger lives such a different life than you. You like to only go out when you need to where he barely stays home, You like to stick to that shadows and not cause a scene while he needs everyone’s attention to feel satisfied. You are complete opposites it couldn’t work out in the long run.

But.

Every time he smiles at you or cracks a joke you feel like you are floating as if you two are the only people in the world. You haven’t known him for long… practically a day at most. But you couldn’t help to let yourself go a bit more while you’re with him.

He slid your plate back to you carefully as it was filled with food. You smiled and grabbed his plate and served him the same way he served you.

…

Walking out of the restaurant with full stomachs and 2 bags worth of leftovers you felt satisfied and honestly a bit sick. You both ate way too much and somehow he managed to convince you that you both needed desert.

He also refused to let you pay for the meal or even go half. He just put cash on the table and even left a good tip for Carrie too.

He opened the passenger seat for you again and gave him a small smile before getting in his car. He gently shut the door and jogged over to the driver’s side to get in.

“What do you want to do now Mick?” he asked as he started the car.

It was going to be nine but you didn’t have anything to do the next day except maybe for a couple of alterations but you were sure you could get those done quickly.

“I’m up for anything Roger.” You said as clasped your hands and put them on your lap.

He pulled out of the parking lot and started driving. 

“Do you think it would be cool if we went by my apartment, Freddie really wanted to meet you and he’s probably hungry too.” 

You felt your stomach drop a bit, you didn’t have anything against going into his apartment but what if he was expecting something from you? He brought you to a nice place for dinner and paid for everything.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to either Mickey, you can say no” he laughed a little to make you feel better.

“We can just drive around and once one of us thinks of something we can do that… is that okay with you?” he asked as he gently took one of your hands from your lap once he saw you picking at your skin. 

You drove around listening to the soft music playing from his car and you allowed your mind to wander off for a bit. You don’t know how but you were suddenly weighing out the pros and cons of being with Roger. Pros: he is a really great guy, he is really kind and always pays attention to how you are feeling especially if it was something you were uncomfortable with. It also didn’t hurt that he was easy to look at. Cons: you are very inexperienced in relationships and especially with a man. 

Your only other relationship had been with Olivia and you had been friends with her first before you actually dated. Everything seemed like it was moving too fast with Roger, which isn’t always a bad thing. You felt your stomach flip and you felt your food come up.

You pulled your hands from Roger’s to cover your mouth as you breathed in and out from your nose to try and calm yourself down.

“Mickey? Are you alright?” He asked looking over quickly at you before turning his eyes back to the road.

“I think I’m going to be sick Roger,” you said hands still clasped over your mouth as you shut your eyes trying to get ahold of the situation.

“Oh my gosh okay okay, let me find somewhere with a restroom Mickey.” He said as he made a sharp turn that only made things worse.

“Oh no Roger pull over pull over pull over.” you kept saying feeling your dinner rise.

He pulled over on the side of the small road that was thankfully not busy. You quickly found the door handle and jumped out of the car and emptied your stomach out on the side of the road.

Roger was by your side in a second pulling your hair back and repetitively asking if you were okay.

Once you were finished you felt gross and somehow even sicker. Your throat hurt and your stomach felt like it was throbbing for some reason. 

Roger helped you get into the passenger seat again as you tried to get your breathing under control. 

“I’m sorry Mickey I was driving too fast this is all my fault.”

Only Roger could make you throwing up and ruining your almost perfect date his fault.

“No Roger I’m sorry I don’t know why I got sick all of a sudden.” You said.

“My apartment is literally down the street I’d honestly feel a lot better if we could stop there first and get you some medicine before I take you home.”

That didn’t seem like too bad of an idea, you shook your head yes and felt your eyes start to drop feeling extra tired.

Roger started the car again and said “Don’t worry Mickey, I got you.”

thanks for reading!!

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[mylovelyrog]

Hi guys. I decided to create a Roger's fan account on Instagram @mylovelyrogertaylor I'll be posting everything about him and don't worry I'll be stay posting things on this blog too.

[dancingdeacyy]

Rebound (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Hello everybody! I’m here with a Roger Taylor one shot, yayyy!!

I want to know if you would like to be in a pemanent tag list and if you like this part, imma write a second one about their relationship.

Warnings: mentions of cheating and alcohol, nothing serious.

Having a broken heart sucks but you’re better than that, or at least that’s what you keep on remind yourself, your boyfriend, Mark, cheated on you last week, your heart was obviously broken but what hurt you the most was with who he cheated on you, your best friend thought it would be fun to shag your boyfriend.

However, your heart stopped feeling empty when you were around your brothers, well brothers from another mother, the guys that knew exactly how to put a smile on your face but they loved you like a little sister and you knew they'd probably kill him, that’s why it remained a secret.

The guys invited you to a club tonight and of course you said yes, you loved clubbing with them.

You didn’t like one night stands but you thought it will work tonight to keep your mind off of Mark, that means you’ll have to use an extra hour to get ready, just in case. 

The guys were already outside of your flat, as soon as you stepped out, Roger started honking, Freddie started cheering and Brian and John clapped their souls out, you started modeling to their vans, waving for hips and blowing kisses, they made you happy.

“We look stupid at your side, y/n” Roger said after greeting you. ”You’re a god damned model”

“Keep those compliments to your girlfriend, Taylor” you said winking, you have never said it out loud but you didn’t like Roger’s girlfriend, Mila,  she gave you some ugly vibes and it makes you worried. “Where are the girls?” You said, all of them had girlfriends and you loved them all, except Roger’s but that’s a secret.

“They are going to Mila’s house, they’ll meet us there.” Brian said. “Ready to go crazy?”

“‘Course love” I said winking. “As always”

“Darling, you’re dressed to kill.” Freddie sassily said. “Where’s your man?” Oh, there’s the question, ‘Helter Skelter’ began playing on the radio and it was the perfect way to end the conversation. 

“Damn, turn it up!” you screamed, partly because of the question.

All of you started singing (Screaming), your cheeks were hurting from smiling and your heart felt full and happy.

When you arrived at the club, music blasted and people were grinding against each other, it was a weird atmosphere but the guys were with you, that made you feel safe.

The girls were already there, you went to say hi, but surprisingly, not really, Mila completely ignored you, apparently she didn’t like you either. 

The couples went to the dance floor after taking a couple of shots, Deacy saw you pouting and drinking shot after shot, he offered you his hand smiling, you looked at Veronica, his girlfriend, she nodded.

You took Deacy’s hand and went to the dance floor, he was a great bassist, an awesome friend and an incredible dancer, he was smooth and unstoppable. 

You danced with him song after song and you enjoyed it so much you forgot about the other guys.

You looked at them, Fred, Brian and the girls except Mila were talking and drinking. Roger was pouting and playing with his glass of SoCo.

“Deacs, what happened with Rog?” You asked and stopped dancing.

“Wanna go with him?” He asked you and you nodded giving John a peck on his cheek as a thank you.

You walked slowly until you were standing in front of him, he lifted his head, his blue eyes were sad and his smile looked forced. 

“May I?” You asked him softly, he nodded and you sat by his side, he put his head on your shoulder and you caressed his hair softly. “What happened, love?”

“Look at the bar, love” He said, closing his eyes. 

Mila was there, shoving her tongue down a man’s throat, why are you not surprised?

“Wanna go out for a bit, Rog?” You asked, looking softly at Rog, he nodded and took him outside, you sat on a bench. 

“I don’t understand, y/n” he said looking at you. “What am I doing wrong?”

“You’re not doing anything wrong, Rog.” You told him. “I know what you’re going through”

“No you don’t, y/n, no man could ever cheat on you, you’re bloody perfect” he told you, frustrated and raising his voice a bit. 

“Actually... “ You started saying, scared of saying something wrong. “Mark did, with my best friend, ex best friend i guess”

“What?” He said, now angry at your confession. “I’ll fucking kill him” 

“Rog, stop, this isn’t about me-” You tried to say.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” He asked with a pout.

“I don’t want your pity, and I knew you and the guys would probably kill him, so…” you answered laughing trying to lighten up the mood. “So yeah, i know what you’re going through” 

I patted his knee “Let’s go inside, let’s prove her you’re more than this” 

He took your hand and walked inside with you. 

“Wanna dance?” He asked you.

“I’d love to” He took you to the dancing floor and placed his hands on your waist, Twist and Shout started playing and you screamed in joy. 

“This is your favorite, darling” you nodded and put your head on his chest.

His hands on your waist swayed it to the rhythm of The Beatles.

“I’ve always liked dancing with you.” Roger said and smiled.

“You hate dancing, Rog, stop jo-” You started saying but Mila pushed you aside, Rog quickly grabbed your waist to avoid you getting hurt.

“Why are you dancing with my boyfriend, y/n?” she said, getting close to you, trying to intimidate you.

“I’m not your boyfriend anymore, Mila.” Roger said and gestured to you to go and sit with the rest of the guys who had already noticed what was happening.

“Guess who’s a cheating asshole?” I asked while sitting next to Brian and Chrissie.

“Everyone knows the answer, darling.” Freddie said, and laughed. “Cheers” he said sarcastically and drowned a shot. 

Roger came back and sat next to me, his head was again on my shoulder and stole Deacy’s beer.

“I guess we’re the singles of the group” He said laughing and the guys turned to look at you both. 

“y/n is single?” John asked and you closed your eyes and sighed 

“Mark cheated on me, last week, but please, let's not talk about it” You said and stole Roger’s beer (Deacy’s).

“Guess we should date now” Roger said giggling and his breath tickled your neck. 

“Yeah” you laughed and looked down at him. “I guess we should”

After that night at the bar, your relationship with Roger grew stronger, your ex’s were forgotten and you went out with Rog and the guys (Sometimes only with Roger) every sunday, after 4 months of a heartbreak, your heart felt stronger and happier.

Today you were planning a picnic to celebrate Valentine’s day. 

The guys couldn't make it because they were spending the evening with their girls, it was only Roger and you. 

You baked a pie, packed some beers and a bottle of wine, Roger found a perfect spot to see the sunset, he was going to pick you up and take you there, you were wearing a sundress and some stilettos that you loved, it was soft but pretty, definitely something you would wear. 

Roger honked and you went to meet him, you could see he was wearing a white shirt and a pair of old jeans, he looked perfect, that's something a friend would say to another without developing feelings, right?

“You gonna stare at me the whole day or are you coming?” He said opening the car door for you. 

“I was waiting for you to open my door, like a gentleman” you said sitting and dropping the picnic basket in the back seat 

“Shall we?” He said pointing his head to the road

“We shall” you said patting his knee an giggling 

The car ride was fun, as always, we were singing (screaming) every song on the radio, Roger rolled down the windows and our hair was messier than ever, you felt free and alive, it's funny how you always get to feel like that when you are around him.

Roger took your hand and put it under his on the gear stick.

You looked at him and smiled, you felt something new in your heart, love? maybe, but you were sure Roger would take care of your heart.

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That’s pretty much it haha, I really hope you like it, if you do, don’t forget to ask for the second part! 

I really loved this one and im so excited to continue writting it.

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some roger loving on his sunshine girl? :’) she’s so soft (physically and emotionally) and he loves holding her and looking after her and she looks after him too!! I love you angel!!!❤️❤️

I love you MOST, silly thing!!!

Warnings: Spicy Kisses, Insecurities, Maybe a Curse Word or Two

-You're two or three years younger than Roger and he's super protective of you.

-Maybe you're one of the boys' little sister.

-And he's always loved how precious and little and smiley you are :^)

-But the protectiveness started one night when you were helping out in the studio and the boys started fighting.

-They got so worked up that the didn't notice you slip out the door.

-Roger went to look for you once things calmed down and he found you in the studio's little kitchenette

-You were kinda trembly and you had tears in your eyes.

-Roger immediately was just !!!!!!!!

-"Hey, 's alright, sweetheart. What's happened? Are you ok?"

-He instinctively looked you over to make sure you weren't hurt.

-You sniffle pitifully and rub your eyes and choke out that you just hate seeing them upset and that you got a little scared.

-And Roger's just like

- o h

-And he pulls you into a big hug and holds you there until your shoulders start to relax a bit.

-And ever since then he's always looked out for you.

-He's really drawn to you??? Because he doesn't have many sunshine-y, sweet, innocent things in his life.

-And the more he's around you the more he longs for that sort of tenderness.

-You treat him so gently and he craves it when you're not around.

-And you crave him too

-Because no one's ever made you feel so wanted before

-But you're painfully shy and Roger's terrified of scaring you off.

-So Fred obviously wants to meddle.

-Maybe he just so happens to invite you both the next time a throws a party and maybe you just so happen to have your names drawn together for seven minutes in heaven.

-And he can tell you're anxious from the moment they close the closet door.

-Your hands are fidgety and your eyes are worried and you're biting your nails.

-He tries not to let it bother him.

-You open your mouth to speak but you can only stutter.

-"I...um...do you think-...uh...I don't-....do you-..."

-Roger's chest deflates a little but he takes your wrist, "Hey, 's alright. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to, ok? I know I'm...I'm not really your type, I suppose."

-And you frown????

-"Wh-What?"

-He scratches his neck awkwardly, "I...I Don't know I...I guess I just thought you wouldn't really be into guys like me."

-"Guys like you?"

-He giggles, "Assholes."

- And your face just

->:^O

-You take his hands in yours and squeeze them and do a lil stomp, "No!! No No!! You're not an asshole!!! You're a sweetheart!!!"

-He giggles and squeezes your hands and God you're just so charming, "A sweetheart?"

-No one has ever called him that before.

-You grin, "Yes!!! You're so lovely and kind and talented and you always look out for me and you deserve every good thing!!!!

-You're smiling up at him so earnestly and tugging on the sleeves of his jacket and he's just so enamoured.

-He can't even stop the words from coming out of his mouth.

-His voice is soft, "How would you feel if I kissed you right now?"

-Your eyes go wide and your face falls just a little and Rog is worried for a second but then you give the most itty bitty little nod.

-You both break into giggles and Rog quirks his brow, "Yes? Yes to what? Yes to me kissing you?"

-You nod enthusiastically and Roger's nose bumps yours a little

-You're blushing so bright pink and he's just <333

- He nudges your nose with his sweetly and he's about to kiss you but suddenly he feels you tense up

-He pulls back a little and he looks concerned

-You go all nervous and you stutter for a moment before whispering, "I haven't...I haven't...kissed anyone before?"

-And Roger says o h

-Immediately you go bright red again but he holds your face gently and says "No no no!!! 's ok!!"

-Your eyes brighten, "Are you sure? You...you can teach me?"

-He laughs and nods, "If you want, silly thing!!"

-You smile and give a cute wiggle and you open your eyes wide and hold your hands out

-"Where!! Do I put them!!!"

-He chuckles and pulls you close so that your arms are over his shoulders and he's holding your hips and you're already in ~heaven~.

-And he hums softly as his nose brushes yours again and your lips are so close now

-When he whispers against you you can feel the warmth of his breath on your lips

-"Just relax for me love..."

-And when he kisses you your arms slowly hook around his neck and he tightens his arms around your waist and both of you are holding one another so close

-And every thing is so warm and slow and he's humming soft moans into your mouth

-He backs you against the wall ever so gently and cradles your face to guide you against his movements and God it's BLISS

-Your eyes open the slightest bit at one point and all you see are his eyelashes resting against his pink cheeks

-He looks so content :"^)

-His hands lace with yours and you hadn't even realized how fast your heart is beating until now.

-You both pull away and gasp quietlt when someone bangs on the door, "Thirty seconds!!"

-Roger scoffs and rolls his eyes as he lazily flips the lock on the door handle and returns his lips to yours.

-Theres's not really a moment where you guys started dating?

-You just kind of started.

-And you're kind of insecure from the very beginning.

-Because 90% of the women Roger has been with have been super models

-and he's been with quite a few women.

-You, on the other hand, have never been with anyone. You're completely inexperienced.

-And things with Rog are slow and sweet and gentle but you know there are times he wants a little more

-Hell, there are times You want a little more.

-But every time things get heated at all you kinda jump ship.

-And it gets to a point where the two of you have been dating for five or six months but you've ever gotten past light touching

-You're terrified he's going to get tired of waiting, even though you Know he'd never leave you over something like this.

-You're mostly just nervous about him seeing your body???

-He crawls into bed with you one night and you cuddle in close and he pulls you up to lay on top of him.

-He smiles warmly and gives your arm a squeeze, "Well hello love :^)"

-You both lay there in the quiet for a while and Roger's sleepy blue eyes flutter shut

 -You're not sure what moves you but you start leaving little kisses down his jaw.

-He hums in surprise and melts into you and it's just so nice.

-He groans as you get a little more confident and suck gently below his ear

-His hands find your hips and he lazily croons his head to chase your lips until you giggle and grant him a kiss

-You kiss him long and slow and sleepy and you give a soft moan as he grazes his tongue over your lower lip.

- He pulls back and grazes his thumb over your cheek as he whispers against your lips, "God, you're so soft..."

-You blush and squirm a little, wordlessly begging for more as your hands lace in his blonde locks.

-You whimper his name and his hips buck just the tiniest bit.

 -You take a sharp breath against his lips at the feeling and he grabs at your thighs cautiously before moving up to hold your face.

-You've almost forgotten why you were even nervous but then his hand sneaks under your shirt to grab your hip.

-And your whole body tenses up.

-And he immediately pulls his hands back and his brow furrows and you know he's noticed

-And God you want to c r y

-You whimper the tiniest, shyest little, "I-I'm sorry Rog I-..."

-He can see you're upset and he whispers, "Hey..."

-And you're still tense and he rubs his palms up and down your arms and hushes you gently.

- "Hey, 's alright sweetheart. I've got you. Didn't mean to upset you, sweetheart...Can you talk to me love? Tell me what you're feeling?"

-He gets you to relax gradually as he strokes your face and coos to you.

-You're so embarrassed and everything was so nice and-

-He brushes away a single tear that you hadn't noticed rolling down your cheek.

-" 'm sorry Rog I just...Don't like my tummy much 'm sorry."

-You're so red and you want to curl up in a ball but his brows raise, "Oh, sweetheart, that's ok!"

-You look so confused.

-"We all have things we don't like about ourselves, baby doll. I know I do.'

-"Y-You do?"

-He smiles sweetly, "Never liked my back much."

-You make a little :^O face

-"But I love your back!!!"

-He giggles, kissing you sweetly and mumbling against your lips, "Yeah?"

-You smile big and nod enthusiastically

-"Well, I love your tummy."

-Your brows raise, eyes going big, and Roger laughs and tucks some hair behind your ears, "Silly thing..."

-You rest your head on his chest, "You really like it?"

-"I love it."

-And my hips?"

-He starts kissing down your neck, groaning a little. "God, don't get me started on your hips."

-You grin and wiggle in closer and kiss his cheek.

-Roger chuckles and turns your head a little so he can kiss you for real, "I love you all over silly thing."

-You hum, chasing his lips, "Love you too."

-Roger pulls back a little to meet your eyes, "We'll take our time ok? Won't touch you anywhere you don't want me to?"

-You smile, whispering a little "ok :^)"

-And you never really have to worry about rog liking your tummy ever again after that!!!

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(I'm so sorry if this was trash BDJDNDBD)