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Come find me - peter parker x avenger!female!reader

Part two to promises, oceans deep // we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon, and in different galaxies // based on the song 'Peter' by Taylor Swift

Summary: you thought you would get over him, but you never did. It takes getting hurt, and Cap looking out for you, for you to finally get your head straight.

Author's notes: I ignore a lot of post-endgame stuff. Steve never left, Wanda isn't evil, Peter was never forgotten. I've left reader and Peter's ages semi-ambiguous, so you can decide for yourself what age you think is appropriate!

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You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

Peter opened his eyes slowly, the light streaming in from the window attacking them. He must have fallen asleep without closing the curtains last night. As he came to, he realised what day it was. And a chill ran through his body.

"Peter!" May called. "Peter, get up! We're going to be late!" She rushed into the room, her nose curling up in disgust at presumably, the smell of depressed teenage boy. "God, we have to open a window in here. It's toxic."

He huffed, and rolled away from her. "May, I don't want to go." He had spoken about this with her already. He knew that Ned and MJ were going, but he didn't want to. He couldn't go, when she wasn't going to be there.

"Is it because of (y/n)?" May's voice was soft, gentle. Like she was talking to a scared, little animal. He hated the pity laced in her words. "I'm sorry she's not going to be there sweetheart, you know she's got a lot going on with rebuilding the Avengers."

You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

He swallowed, sadness crossing his face, but May didn't see it. "She's avoiding me, anyways."

Words from the mouths of babes, promises, oceans deep. But never to keep. Oh, never to keep.

May didn't say anything to Peter, but she thought it was for the best. She knew how devastating it was, for both of you, to come back to see one of you had kept moving, while the other stayed in place. She saw, in the few weeks following the battle at the compound, how you looked like you was going to be sick every time you were around Peter.

She saw how you barely talked, barely smiled, barely did anything.

She hadn't been around for the five long years between the snaps, but from what she talked about with Captain Rogers, you had taken the losses particularly badly.

Snapping back to the present, she looked at Peter and wondered if you would ever find your way back to one another. She made a mental note to ask Steve how you were doing when she saw him later.

"Let's go, come on." She held his shoulder and gave it a shake. "Your parent's would've killed me if I ever let you skip your graduation."

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The day was a blur. MJ and Ned gave him a hug on arrival, knowing that he didn't want to be here. All he could feel was the loss sitting heavy on his chest. Tony wasn't here. Natasha wasn't here. His parents weren't here. Uncle Ben. You.

There were photos and smiles and drinks. He forced himself to get through it, for May, if nothing else.

Steve gave him a big hug as soon as he saw him, knowing that he was a poor replacement for who Peter really wanted to see. "Hey! Congratulations, Pete!" He gave him a signature pat on the shoulder as Peter muttered a 'thanks, cap' back at him. Steve continued; "(y/n) sends her regards, she's sorry she couldn't come."

Peter bitterly thought that Steve was just telling him what he wanted to hear. He knew that if you wanted to be here, you would have made it happen. He wanted to be mad... but he knew this day would be too painful for you, too.

I won't confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn. As the men masqueraded, I hoped you'd return.

At dinner, he was distracted. MJ and Ned were talking about the latest political news -- MJ talked about some senators voting record, while Ned relayed funny memes he had found on instagram about her. This obviously descended into chaos.

Peter was more interested in the conversation going on at the other end of the table, between May and Steve.

"So tell me, how is (y/n)?" May asked, looking at your guardian.

He looked almost... resigned. He breathed out, worry lines creasing his forehead. Peter could nearly feel the worry radiating off of him. "She's doing... okay. She's throwing herself into work at the moment, somewhere in Europe. It's all tightly under wraps, but she's an amazing agent these days."

May smiled, weakly. She knew that an avenger 'throwing themselves into work' was a worrying symptom of an emotional storm. She could see it in her own kid.

"Well, tell her we were asking for her when you talk to her next."

"I will. Thanks, May."

Peter had to know more. It was like a burning, aching in his chest. He watched as Steve silently ate his pasta, something - you - on his mind. He knew Steve hadn't said everything to May. Peter longed for the days where he would've known what you were up to.

"Pete, will you tell him to not infantilise politicians!" MJ finally snapped him out of it. Ned laughed at her outburst.

Peter snapped his head back to them. "Yeah, yeah. Ned, it's like... not good for democracy. Or whatever." He felt bad actually, because it was a good point. He just didn't have the energy to back her up right now.

"Ugh! They are employed for us." She groaned.

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Peter's back was aching. He stretched it out, trying to power through the ache that came with changing position. Shit, he looked at the clock. It was 3am, and he had been sitting working on this assignment for way, way longer than he anticipated.

Just as he stood up to get ready for bed, his phone flashed, illuminating the room.

"What. the. hell." He said to no one. It was a text from you. God, he hadn't even seen you in more than a year now. Whenever you returned from the top-secret missions you were sent on, you were always mysteriously busy whenever Pete was free, or around. He knew you stayed at Cap's new townhouse in Brooklyn with him, but every time Peter went around, you had always just left. And every single time, Steve gave him a pitying smile while informing him that you had really urgent business to return to, but you were really sorry to miss him.

Are you up?

The text message read. Peter felt like he went through all the stages of grief reading it. He opened it immediately, cursing and praying to Jesus that he didn't have read receipts on. He hurriedly swiped off the message app when the typing bubble came up again.

Not a booty call, I promise.

He almost laughed at that. Almost.

Yeah, are you okay? He replied.

As soon as he had sent it, there was a tap tap tap at the window. He froze for a moment, his heart beat reaching an almost crescendo.

And then, he was moving.

He ripped back the curtain, threw open the window. And there you were. Hunched in the darkness of the fire escape, in a way that immediately, Peter knew something was wrong.

"(y/n)? What are you doing - are you hurt?" He watched as you moved at a near snail's pace from the way you were uncomfortably slumped on the fire escape to enter his room.

The light barely lit up the soft, painful smile as you looked up at him. "Hi, Pete." There was almost a slur in your words. Peter's eyebrows knitted together in both confusion and concern. His arms found your waist as he supported you in moving in through the window and to his bed.

Once you were settled, he strode across the room and flicked the small lamp on. He did not like what he saw.

Although your suit was black, he could tell that it was nearly soaked through with blood. Your nose was trickling blood steadily, and there was a large patch of crimson next to your ear, on your hairline. The skin he could see was littered with bruises even where it wasn't streaked with blood.

"Shit, (y/n)." He dove under his bed, to where he kept the first aid stuff from when he went out patrolling. He ran his hands through it, quickly finding suture material and bandages.

Thank god he had restocked recently, or you could've been in serious trouble. To be honest, you were in trouble either way.

He tried to triage your wounds. From what he could tell, the gash on your side that you were holding seemed to be where a lot of the blood on your torso was coming from. "You're, uhh... going to have to take off your suit, so I can see the damage."

He flushed as he said it. And he swore that he could see your face getting warmer, too. But he was so preoccupied on, you know, not letting you die, that he didn't properly register it.

"Sure, yeah." You reached your arm around to the zip, but as you moved your wounds screamed in pain. You hissed through your teeth and swore, quietly. You were all too aware that May was probably sleeping in the room next door, and you had to be quiet.

Peter reached out, "Let me help," He spoke under his breath. He unzipped you and you slowly shuffled off your suit, wearing some gym shorts and a sports bra underneath.

With the suit off, Peter could see exactly the kind of state you were in. Not only from the fight you had obviously been in, but you also looked unhealthy, almost weak. He remembered a you that always looked so strong, sturdy. This wasn't the person he was seeing in front of him now.

There were scars that were recent but clearly had begun to heal, there was bruises over every part of your body. The biggest gash on your side oozed thick, maroon blood. Looking at your face, he could see that your cheekbones were nearly hollow, your eyes sunken, and the bags under them unmistakeable.

Nothing like the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed teenager he used to love.

"What happened?" He looked into your eyes as he began to tend to the wounds. Which was difficult, considering you were more wound than human at this point. He cleaned up around you gash, and then muttered 'this is going to hurt' as he began to exhibit the skills you had learned from Steve's mandatory 'basic field medicine' course a few years back.

"Ow, fuck." You mumbled, your voice strained. "I got into a fight."

"Well, yeah. I had actually figured that one out." He didn't look at you for concentrating on stitching. "A little more explanation would be good."

You breathed out slowly through the pain. "Okay, I got into a big fight."

He rolled his eyes. He clearly wasn't going to get very much information from you.

"Was it a mission?" He asked.

"No, it was - jesus." You cursed once again. It was really hard to talk while someone was continuously piercing a needle into your abdomen. "Extracurricular, you could say."

He looked up. "(y/n), this doesn't look like just a quick neighbourhood patrol." He knew you were keeping information from him because you thought he wouldn't approve.

"Why did you come here?"

You broke his eye contact. "I was nearby, and Brooklyn is a hell of a trek when you can't swing through the city." He nodded, it was a logical answer. He would always welcome you here, no matter what happened between you guys personally. He was glad you seemed to know that. "And... Cap can't know about this."

Peter's concern seemed to grow with everything you said, and you could clearly see it on his face.

"Please, Peter... He's worried already, I know it. And he's semi-retired, he deserves to rest without worrying about me." You pleaded.

He was slow to accept what you were saying. "But he's practically your dad, (y/n), he raised you. You don't think he would want to know that you're injured? Badly injured, might I add. I don't think this is even something our medical training can cover..."

You raised an eyebrow. "So, you tell Aunt May every time you get hurt?"

"Well, I've not been hurt as badly as you have."

"And if you were, you would tell her?"

He broke eye contact, and looked away. You didn't have to acknowledge out loud that he knew you were right.

With your feet on the ground, tell me all that you learned. 'Cause loves never lost when perspective is earned.

The silence that hung in the air was an awkward one. It suddenly caught up to you both, what was happening. Sitting in your shorts and sports bra, on the boy you used to date's bed. The same boy you had successfully managed to avoid for the best part of a year -- with the exception of Steve's christmas party last year. Just thinking about the awkward, heart-achy small talk made a shiver roll down your spine.

"Do you want to stay here?"

The question felt loaded. Want? Need? The lines were blurred.

"If... that's okay? I can't go back to Steve's like this."

He nodded. "You know you're always welcome here. You take the bottom bunk, obviously.” He smiled.

These bunk beds used to annoy the hell out of the both of you. You just wanted to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, but May and Cap had insisted that if you were going to stay round, it had to be bunk beds. And the door had to stay open.

The nostalgia made your eyes sting. It didn’t take a lot to do that these days, to be fair.

Peter jumped into the top bunk, and switched the light off. “Goodnight, (y/n).” He whispered, softly, to the darkness.

“Night, Pete.” You muttered in return.

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That night was the best sleep you’ve had since… hell, you couldn’t even remember when. It was probably the blood loss, or…

No, it was definitely the blood loss. For sure.

A sweet scent caught your attention as you adjusted your eyes to the sunlight filtering through the moth-eaten curtains. And the noise… music, clanging of pots, mumbling.

You checked your phone. “Well, shit.”

7.24am. 38 missed calls from “Cap 🦅🫡”.

There were texts as well.

2am: Everything okay? When should I expect you back?

2.24am: Sweetheart?

3.46am: (y/n), I’m getting worried, what’s going on?

4am: Okay, stop playing now. Call me.

6am: You’re in big trouble if this isn’t an emergency, kid.

Shit, shit, shit.

You jolted up, immediately letting out a yelp of pain as you remembered exactly why you were here in the first place. Fuck.

You pressed your hand to your stomach, with a little blood coming away with your hand. Shoddy workmanship, you laughed. You would have to sort it later.

Pulling on your suit from yesterday - thankfully, the blood stains blended in with the dark material - you realised getting home inconspicuously wasn’t going to be super easy. You listened to whatever was going on in the kitchen, the music that you recognised from when you and Peter were together. It all felt so familiar. Too familiar.

And you said you’d come and get me but you were 25, and the shelf life of those fantasies had expired. Lost to the lost boys chapter of your life, Forgive me Peter, please know that I tried to hold on, to the days where you were mine.

You weren’t proud of it, but you opened the window, and climbed out.

You didn’t see Peter’s face fall when he returned to the room, with a stack of pancakes in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. You didn’t see him stare at the smiley face made of whipped cream, mutter “I’m an idiot” and throw the stack away.

You didn’t see the tears fall.

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The aches and pains that pulsed through your body only grew worse the closer you got to Cap’s house. Climbing the stairs felt like a mammoth task, but as you got to the top and put your key in, the door opened -

He was mad mad. You stood in a sort of pseudo-staring contest for what felt like a long time, unsure whether or not it would be appropriate to look away. His eyebrows were furrowed further than you had ever seen, bags under his eyes larger than they had been for a long time.

“Get inside.” He borderline hissed at you. You didn’t respond, just walked. Slowly, subconsciously covering your bleeding side with your arm.

As you walked into the living room, familiar voices greeted you.

“What time do you call this?” Bucky stood by the fireplace, his arms crossed.

Sam sat on the couch in front of him, nursing a cup of coffee. Coffee so strong, you could smell it from the other side of the room. “You look like shit.”

You looked down. “Sorry, guys. I didn’t mean to worry anyone.”

Steve put a firm hand on your shoulder. Still wordless. He pushed you towards the couch, and then down onto it.

He sat next to Sam on the one opposite, Bucky moving to sit on the other side of him. It felt like a judging panel. You supposed that’s exactly what it was.

“Explain.” Steve started. His gaze not becoming any kinder as he looked at you.

“I was with a friend-” You started.

“Which one?” Steve asked, pointedly.

You swallowed. “Um,”

“You’re lying, (y/n).” He folded his arms and leaned back. “I phoned all of your friends, you weren’t with any of them. You said to Sam after training yesterday that you were heading straight home, and here you waltz in nearly 12 hours later. Tell the truth.”

“Fine.” You sighed. You knew he was telling the truth, there was no point trying to call his bluff. “I was at Peter’s.”

You watched every one of them raise an eyebrow at the same time, nearly comedically timed. Steve sat forward in his seat.

“Parker’s? Why?” He tilted his head at you. You were glad that the anger seemed to have somewhat subsided, but you weren’t in the clear yet.

You swallowed. “I, uh…”

Sam started laughing. “Oh my god, (y/n)… you dog!” He looked at Bucky and Steve, who painfully slowly caught on to what he was referring to.

“No! No, no. No. Not that, it wasn’t like that.” You felt the heat in your cheeks and prayed that it wasn’t showing to them too, although something in Sam’s gleeful expression, Steve’s embarrassed blush and Bucky’s quiet enjoyment of the situation suggested otherwise.

“(y/n), I’m at a loss right now.” Steve shook his head. “I don’t understand. Lately, you’ve been disappearing, being secretive - I mean, last I heard you didn’t want to be around Pete at all. And now you stayed at his with no explanation whatsoever, when we were all out looking for you last night?”

Your heart sank, thinking of them worried and out on the streets looking for you. You never could lie to them for long - you should just come clean.

You gave a big sigh. “I got hurt while trying to stop a robbery in Queens, and I didn’t know where else to go.”

With that, they all sat up straight. Grim expressions replaced the more relaxed ones that you had fought so hard to keep.

“Hurt? Where?” Steve immediately stood up from his spot and marched over to your couch, scanning you over with his eyes.

You pulled your hand away from the side, where it had stayed for the duration of this interrogation. It was covered in blood.

All three men immediately jumped into action upon seeing the blood. "Woah!" Sam shouted, running for the extensive medical kit Steve kept in the kitchen.

Steve knitted his eyebrows together while putting his arm around you, looking into your eyes, presumably looking for any sort of concussion or mental delay. "You've been sitting here bleeding this whole time?" He sighed, and then sort of mumbled under his breath, "What is going on with you?"

Bucky grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and brought it over to you. "Drink it, you need sugar." You could tell from his tone that he was annoyed.

"Thanks, Buck." You whispered in return.

You watched your adoptive father's worried expression as he looked at the wounds you had sustained, and the haphazard stitches that Peter had put in last night (and the blood coming through them where they hadn't been done properly).

He fixed you, properly, and bandaged the stitches just to be sure. Sam and Bucky hand him things, making jokes occasionally that you smile at, but it does nothing to improve the cloudy look in Steve's eyes.

"Guys, can you give us a second." He ushers Bucky and Sam out of the room. Sam gets up and leads Bucky away, who still looked furious. You knew he probably wasn't this pissed off at you, and rather the people who had hurt you, but you couldn't be entirely sure. Once you're alone, Cap comes and sits next to you on the couch. "Do you have wounds anywhere else?"

You shake your head. "Just bruises and minor cuts, nothing big."

"Okay," He pursed his lips. "Let's talk then."

You avoided meeting his eyes.

"Tell me what's going on, in there." He tapped the side of your head, just like he used to do when you were a teenager at the Compound upstate. Before everyone came back.

You sighed. "I feel like an asshole." He put a friendly hand on your shoulder. "I'm really sorry for worrying you, and Sam and Bucky. I'm trying not to do that, at all. That's why I didn't come back last night."

He sighs. "Sweetheart, you should never be worrying about me. It's my job to worry about you." He puts a loving arm round your shoulder.

He took a second, considering what he was going to say before continuing, "You've not been the same since the Blip, and I know it's hard. But you have to start living again." It was nothing he hadn't said before.

"But I don't really... have anything other than work. Keeping people safe."

"Hey, hey. That's not true. You have us. You know we're your family."

"Yeah, no... I know. But I just... my friends were all blipped, and Peter..." You felt a tear spring to your eye. It had been a while since you had cried about it. "I've not felt normal since they left, and then when they came back... and I was so much older."

He rubbed your back as he watched a single tear fall.

"(y/n), Peter is older now, too. And I know he never got over you, either... why don't you talk to him?"

"I think I might have burned the bridge, Cap. I snuck out the window this morning while I think he was making breakfast."

He gave you a disapproving look that made you feel like a child being scolded. "That's not very nice, kid. I think you should chat to him."

"Yeah, I guess so." You moved to get up from the couch, but sat right back down when a shooting pain radiated up nearly your entire body. "Shit."

"Hey, hey! Sit down!" Steve pushed you back down. "On second thoughts, why don't you invite him and May round for dinner? You're not going anywhere, kid."

"Yeah, that sounds better." You laughed, meekly. "Although I have to shower..."

"I'll call Wanda to help you out with that." His quick, embarrassed tone made you laugh.

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"Hey, there she is!" Sam shouted as you walked back into the kitchen where they were diligently making dinner. Wanda walked past you to the fridge, pulling out a soda. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Better, thanks Sam." He nodded in approval at your response.

"You look better, you know that. You looked like death warmed up earlier, and that's not even an exaggeration." You rolled your eyes at him, "You've even managed to dress nice for the occasion! It's been a while since I've seen you in anything but sweats." You pushed his shoulder, stopping the incessant chatter.

Bucky threw an arm around your shoulder. "You're a chip off the old block, y'know. Just like Stevie." You watched as it was Steve's turn to roll his eyes at his friend's antics.

The doorbell rang through the house, ending the moment. Your heart thudded in your chest, a wave of nausea overtaking your stomach. "That'll be May and Peter, I'll grab the door." Steve gave you a knowing look, like he could read your mind. "Are you going to be okay?"

You nodded, slowly, taking deep breaths. Wanda slung her arms over your shoulder, whispering "you're going to be just fine." She pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Hi, Steve," May Parker's soothing voice carried through to the kitchen. All four of you remaining in the kitchen wandered through the hall to meet your guests.

When May's eyes fell to you, you could swear there was a tear in them. But it was gone almost as quick as you could tell. "Oh my darling girl," She wrapped you in a hug, squeezing tight. It kind of hurt, but you were desperate to not let it show. You needed this. "It's been far too long, we've missed you so much."

"I know May, I'm sorry I haven't dropped by." You apologised as she dropped the hug. She put a loving hand on your face, and smiled sweetly.

"Don't be silly, sweetie. You have nothing to apologise for." Unfortunately, she didn't know the half of what you had to apologise for.

As it came to your turn to greet Peter, your heart pounded. The others ruffled his hair, lightly bullied him over how dressed up he was. It was only a shirt and sweater, you didn't really see the problem. But Bucky and Sam were always on the lookout for ways to playfully get under spiderboy's skin.

"I think you look nice." You blurted out, almost involuntarily. Bucky and Sam smirked at your outburst, and you suddenly realised that maybe they weren't goading Peter, they were goading you.

"Uh, thanks... you look better," As it came out of his mouth, he realised that he was alluding to something you had asked him not to tell them. "Oh, um, I mean like good, you look good."

You laughed a little. "It's okay, Pete. I told them, we're good."

Steve interrupted, a firm hand on Peter's shoulder. "So, Pete. I hear you've been aiding my daughter to keep secrets from me." Peter gulped at his words. "Relax, kid. I'm just messing. Although we definitely have to improve your stitching skills because that was sloppy."

May stood, confused. "Peter, do you want to catch me up to speed here?"

"Sorry, May." Steve said. "I'll explain what these rascals have been up to." He linked arms with her and wandered towards the dining room with everyone else following. Leaving you and Peter standing in the hallway.

You finally flung your arms around Peter. "You told them?" He asked, at least a modicum of relief behind his words.

You nod. "I kind of had to, they had been out last night looking for me. I felt bad." You swallowed, and realised this was a good time to apologise. "Thank you for helping me out last night, I don't know what I would have done without you."

His arm raised to the back of his neck, as he looked away from you. "Hey, no problem. Anytime."

"I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye."

"It's... alright, (y/n). You had to get home, I understand."

"No, Peter. It was shitty of me to do that to you. I'm sorry."

He smiled, his hand moving towards yours. When he got there, he wrapped yours in his, and gave a loving squeeze. It was the most romantic contact you had had since... well, since him. You were surprised that it felt so normal.

"Let's get dinner." He whispered. You nodded in agreement.

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You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

Dinner was as dinner usually is. It was delicious, clearly Steve had been cooking a lot since he took a step back from the Avengers. Sam and Bucky argued while Wanda, Steve and May talked a lot about current events. You and Peter chatted mostly about what your friends were up to, and what your plans were.

"I'm thinking of going full-time with the avengers." Peter revealed. Your eyes widened, knowing that when you were younger, that's all you had both wanted. To be fighting alongside each other, permanently.

"Peter, that's amazing!" You breathed out. "But what about college, didn't you want to go to MIT?"

"Nah," He smiled. "Changed my mind. Don't think I could do avenging and college at the same time. Plus, Tony left a bunch of science stuff behind for me to finish off, so I would have my own lab at the new facility anyway."

You couldn't help the wide grin that adorned your features. "When would you move?"

"I could move anytime. Are you um, planning to go to the new facility?" He asked.

"Yeah, I was hoping to split my time between here and there." You looked over at Steve, talking with May. He didn't need you here. You knew he would love for you to stay, but he would be just fine without you. Plus, he was only semi retired. He'd probably be at the new facility more than you. "I know Bucky and Sam are going over there full-time, that's why they're crashing here for now."

"Oh, great." He sarcastically rolled his eyes and laughed.

Your conversation was interrupted by Bucky shouting over to you, "Hey, kid! Tell everyone about the time you tripped yourself up and accidentally caught the bad guy."

"Bucky, stop telling everyone about that!"

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"Hey, do you want to go swinging?" Peter whispered, as everyone started clearing plates.

You eyed Cap nervously, knowing that you couldn't leave without telling him, again. Not after your heart to heart earlier. There was no way he would let you swing with Peter, not with as many stitches as you had.

"Maybe just a walk?" You mentioned to Peter. He glanced down at your side, where he had seen the wound last night, and agreed.

You both got up, clearing your dishes as you went. "You ask him." You whispered to Peter while the older avengers and May were still in conversation.

"What? No, you ask him." He harshly whispered back. You rolled your eyes.

"Hey, Cap?" You got the attention of everyone still at the dining table.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Would it be okay if Peter and I went on a walk?"

"Of course, honey. But no swinging," he sternly looked at Peter. "and wear a jacket, it's cold out there."

"Aye aye, cap'n." You saluted him playfully, walking out of the room and waving to everyone. You would see them when you got back, anyways.

What you didn't hear was Steve asking Sam for Redwing to follow you, at a distance. Just in case.

You threw on a jacket and a scarf, opening the door once Peter had done the same. It was cold. It was that kind of biting, painful cold that really settled into your bones.

The walk was mostly silent at first, the street sounds filling the gap. You gasped quietly as Peter snaked his hand into yours as you wandered. The warmth was very nice, but the implication made your heart do double time.

"Where do you want to go?" He broke the silence.

Truthfully, you had no idea. You had absolutely no direction in your brain as your thoughts were smothered by the fact that you were together, holding hands.

"I don't mind, really." You responded.

"I know a place... but it requires climbing, is that okay?" He asked, once again his eyes wandering to where your wound was healing, under your clothes.

"Yeah, that's fine. Where is it?"

He walked with you for a little while longer. Once you reached a taller building, he motioned for you to hop onto his back, as you used to do.

"Be careful," You whispered in his ear. Your hot breath so close to him made his hair stand on end, goosebumps sticking up all over his skin.

He swallowed. "I've got you, don't worry."

And so, he climbed. It was quick, he was stronger now than you remembered. You felt his back muscles tense and relax under you as he flexed out his arms to pull you both up.

He set you down carefully once you got to the top, showing you the view. You wondered how he had found these places, how he always had the most extraordinary little pockets of New York that he reserved, just for you.

"It's gorgeous." You sighed, contentedly.

You could feel his eyes on you. You could tell exactly what he was thinking, without even seeing his face. His hand wrapped itself in yours, as you pulled your jacket and scarf closer around you.

"Are you cold?"

Before you could even respond, his jacket was wrapped around your shoulders. You smiled at his chivalry, drawing the jacket around you and appreciating the extra protection against the elements.

"(y/n), can we talk?" You felt his eyes on you again. You nodded at him, unable to find words as your blood pumped ferociously around your body. "I want to try again..."

Your eyes widened at his confession.

"I mean it," He continued. "I've never... I've never stopped loving you. I've spent years trying to move on, but I haven't. There's no one like you in the world. No one."

His hand lefts yours, and found your cheek. His eyes wandered over every freckle, every scar, every bruise he could see. "You are so beautiful."

You were at a loss for what to say. You had craved these words since the moment you left Clint's farm that day. You could barely hear anything anymore, as the moment melted away to just you, and him.

And so, you did what you had wanted to do for so long.

You kissed him.

As your lips connected, it took a second for him to even register what was happening. But once he did, the passion, the emotion you felt in that moment was like nothing you had ever experienced. His hands tangled in your hair, desperately drawing you towards him.

This wasn't like to loving kisses you used to pepper over each other's lips. This was need, it was animalistic. It was war and anger and heat. It was love.

When you both finally pulled away, your breath was ragged. You placed your forehead on his, your hot breath tickling each other's faces.

"I've never stopped thinking of you, Peter." You admitted. "Not for a second. I've always regretted walking away from you, hurting you like that." You screwed your eyes shut, the pain of the memories a little too much to bear.

He raised your face until your eyes met his. "It wasn't your fault. I left you behind in the snap, and you spent five years mourning me. I never blamed you for what came after, (y/n). Never."

His words soothed the pain in your chest. You had always wondered.

"I want to start fresh with you. I want to go on dates and get to know you, as you are now. I want to be normal kids..." He stroked your cheek with his thumb.

"I want that too, Pete."

He pressed another kiss to your lips, this one short and sweet. "Good," He looked into your eyes, a mischievous glint in them. "Then we should probably get you home, we've got an early start tomorrow."

You raised your eyebrow in questioning.

"I'm taking you for breakfast, sunshine."

[yunwangja]

down bad - tooru oikawa smau twoshot

now im down bad crying at the gym

everything comes out teenage petulance

fuck it if i can't have her

i might just die, it would make no difference

oikawa is your good friend since you were a freshman - but little did you know that he is actually head over heels for you.

tags: oikawa x fem!reader, high school friends to lovers, pining, jealous and desperate oikawa lol, and eventual fluff i thinKK

warnings/notes: swearing, idk if this counts as a smau but it's more written content than socmed elements! seijoh 4 (aside from oikawa obviously) are side characters. mb if they are a bit ooc and dont mind any typos/grammatical mistakes in case. idrk how else to describe this but its oikawa being an emotional wreck bc of y/n. i only made a twoshot to divide the length of the story :d it's not too serious don't be fooled by the cover i just did it for the *aesthetic*

partly inspired by down bad by taylor swift

part 1: everything comes out teenage petulance

immediately after the whistle blows during a match, oikawa tooru’s expression changes. in the court, he’s known to be fierce, confident, and a skilled volleyball player; but once he steps outside of it, he’s just a boy.

a boy constantly wanting to be noticed by the girl he likes - you. he craves for your attention, your smile, your laugh, and your touch. since your first day as a freshman when he was a junior, the chemistry of his brain was changed, and it was only filled with you.

what can he do? he just wants you.

despite his popularity and charming personality, oikawa becomes a bumbling mess around you. he effortlessly turns down other girls with a smile, having the ability to leaving them giggling and kicking their feet after rejecting them. but when it comes to the girl of his dreams, he can’t even muster the courage to make a move or ask you out.

he often marvels at the miracle of your friendship, wondering how he manages to talk with you at all. in your presence, he feels both immense pressure and profound relief—safe yet burdened by a heavy facade that conceals his true feelings.

despite reassurances from his childhood friend iwaizumi that he’ll be fine, oikawa remains tormented by the idea of confessing to you. his biggest fear is your rejection. he doesn’t just worry about typical "what ifs" - what if she doesn’t feel the same way back? or, what if she avoids me if i tell her? he dreads everything that could go wrong, because he just knows he’ll never be able to get up if you turned him down.

call him dramatic (and he is), but the thought of you not returning his feelings feels catastrophic. he loves you deeply and prioritizes your feelings no matter what, but grapples with a selfish desire: to love you and only you. the idea of you not wanting that devastates him.

nevertheless, oikawa cherishes every moment with you, never taking your presence and whatever you have today for granted. each smile he puts on your face is a reward for him.

“y/n, you're here~” he greets you with an exaggerated wave from the court as soon as he sees you in the bleachers, waiting for him.

being the good friend you are, and a supportive student of your school, you were always present whenever the boys’ volleyball team had a match.

it was like your unofficial club at this point, and your friends keep teasing you that you’re only there for the one and only captain of the team. they weren’t completely wrong, but you keep denying it and tell yourself you’re just there ‘as a friend’. 

you put on a big smile acknowledging his presence, “tooru!” you wave at him back excitedly, “do great today!”

he only chuckles in response, nodding and scratching the back of his head. “roger that!” he salutes, making you laugh.

you motioned for him to come closer, and he gladly did. from your pocket, you took something out and threw it down to him. "catch!"

of course, oikawa effortlessly caught it. opening his palm, he saw a friendship bracelet inscribed with his name and a heart. he couldn’t control his delight, wore it immediately, and looked up to you.

“with that, you’ll definitely win! no bets needed.” you smile at him. 

“thank you, y/n!” 

as he turns around to prepare for the match, there's a noticeable shift in his demeanor. “let's do this,” he declares, suddenly energized and ready, thanks to your support. with a stretch of his arms, he reassures himself that today will be a good day, as long as you're by his side, smiling at him.

“he’s so down bad for her,” matsukawa whispers to iwaizumi. 

during the intense match that followed, oikawa displayed remarkable skill and determination, leading their team to a hard-fought victory.

after the match ended and the celebrations quiet down, he finds himself in the locker room, still catching his breath from the adrenaline rush. his face glistens with sweat, testament to the effort he put in. as he wipes his forehead with a towel, he finally breaks the silence with iwaizumi, his voice reflecting a mix of relief and curiosity. “i didn’t see y/n when the match ended. where is she?”

"oh, she was there until we finished our post-match rituals with the opponents," hanamaki chimed in, overhearing. "then i saw a senior from another school talking to her and they left together."

oikawa’s eyes immediately shot up at the mention of another person with you, because of two reasons: one, this is unusual to happen after a match, and two, just why?

his teammates knew what this meant for him. quickly changing into a clean jersey and packing his things, oikawa turned to them. "can you put my bag on the bus? i’ll look for her." this was more of a command instead of a favor, not caring any less if they were willing to do so or not. 

he searched everywhere, navigating through volleyball players, fangirls, and schoolmates. his charismatic smile kept his fans engaged as he scanned the venue looking for you.

finally, near the staircase leading to the audience seats, he spotted a figure resembling you. hanamaki’s observation was spot on—there was indeed a man, tall and around his age, talking to you with a smile.

not wanting you to notice him, oikawa subtly moved for a better view. he froze as he saw you chuckling and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. he couldn’t hear what you were talking about, but all that mattered was that a sweet smile was plastered on your face.

it pained him deeply. his face grew hot, and he hurriedly walked to the nearest water fountain to cool off. it’s fine, that’s nothing. there’s nothing to be upset about. it’s just them talking, that’s not a big deal. it’s not like they’re together or something. he was trying to distract himself, but it was to no avail.

deep down, he knew he was being selfish. he hates that he doesn’t have the right to feel this way. he hates that you’re not his. he feels stupid for feeling jealous over your non-existent relationship. he feels like shit, and it’s all just because you smiled, and it wasn’t because of him. 

he thanked his lucky stars for being alone at the water fountain, because his eyes just started watering while stepping on the fountain’s pedal.

this scene is actually familiar to him already. there were definitely occasional moments like this where someone would approach you and ask you out, and he would hear about it, isolate himself, then cry about it out of jealousy and frustration.

it was a recurring episode he despised. in moments like these, he’d be furious with himself. why didn’t i make a move any sooner? of course y/n has other admirers, she’s perfect. i wouldn’t be surprised if she got a boyfriend. but it’s not me. i hate it. and i hate myself more because i didn’t do anything. what if she gets a boyfriend? will she stop talking to me? will whatever we have end? but still, she wouldn’t be mine. that’s the worst of it all. 

he wiped his tears while drinking from the fountain, feeling pathetic. he hates crying like this, because he’s a grown man, but he also can’t help it because it’s you.

you are the only person who can override his emotions. you make him crazy, literally. you could make him laugh, cry, angry, happy, jealous, name all of them - all just with the thought of you. 

he drowned himself with his own thoughts, trying to stifle his sobs.

“tooru? are you crying?”

your voice startled him and turned to your direction. “y/n…”

he stared at you, tears still in his eyes as he straightened up. this is the first time you’ve seen him cry since you both met - it’s not like he was someone who was emotional per se, especially around you.

"is something wrong?" concerned, you moved closer, reaching out to comfort him. he surprised you by wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly.

taken aback but returning the hug, you drew circles on his back as he sobbed quietly against your shoulder. you wondered why he could be feeling this way. it’s not like they lost the match, and he was surely smiling like a champ the whole day. 

there was a chance someone could’ve said or done something hurtful, but aside from those possibilities, there was nothing you could think of as to why he would feel this down, but whatever it was, you were ready to help him. 

you waited patiently for him to compose himself, trying to figure out what had upset him. "i’m sorry, i…" he turned to face you, still hugging you. "don’t worry, i’ll be fine." he wiped his tears.

"you came at the right time, so i’ll be fine," he said, smiling weakly despite his red eyes. resting his chin on your head, he closed his eyes. "just bear with me a bit."

he slowly covers your ears with both of his hands, confusing you, but you allowed him, thinking that this is the best way you can help.

all of a sudden, you feel a kiss on your forehead. that surprised you for sure, but you forgot to react to it when you saw him mutter something with a small smile, and you couldn’t understand due to his hands hindering your sense of hearing.

“what?” you try to ask as he removes his hands on your ears and wraps his arms around you again. “did you say something? i can’t lip read, you know.”

he only chuckles, slowly regaining his composure, “you don’t need to know.” 

figuring that you’ll let it pass, you let him hug you a while longer, knowing it comforted him. eventually, when he released you, his nose was still red and his eyes were slightly swollen.

"thank you for being here, y/n," he smiled, patting your head. "sorry for my sudden actions. i hope you didn’t mind."

you shook your head, not at all bothered. "it’s not like you did anything wrong," you reassured him. "i’m glad i could help."

you didn’t want to ask him about why he cried any further, nor how he ended up here, since if he wanted to talk about it, he would’ve said it already. at some point, oikawa prompted the both of you to get going, walking side by side. “by the way, i didn’t see you after we won. where did you go?”

he looks at you as you answer, “oh! a senior from another school told me he wanted to talk to me earlier - although i just realized i wasn’t able to know what school he was from, since his uniform didn’t give any hints.” 

you continue, “anyway, he started off by mentioning the match. i thought he wanted to be introduced to you, thinking he saw us before the match. but then he asked me out,” your eyebrows furrow.

your answer tugs at oikawa’s heart a bit. “so, you’re going out on a daaate?” he said teasingly, putting up a facade. what a liar i am, he thought to himself.

you immediately react and wave your hands in denial, “no, no! when i knew he was asking me out, i turned him down immediately. besides, i’m interested in someone else.” as you finished the last sentence, you tried to look away from his gaze.

his eyes lit up momentarily. trying to conceal his emotions, he looked away for a second and fixed his expression, “i see.”

“anyway, and then i went here since i got thirsty, then there you were.” you finished explaining.

oikawa felt a whirlwind of emotions following your explanation. relief washed over him knowing nothing happened with the other guy, but the mention of you being interested in someone else gnawed at his mind. who could it be? his heart raced with both hope and anxiety, the idea of you liking someone else creating a knot in his stomach.

determined to spend more time with you, he resolved to uncover the truth about who you were interested in. or not. he actually doesn’t know.

"are you heading home now?" he asked, and you shook your head. "no, i need to stop by school. i have some things to pick up from our club room."

your answer lit up an idea for oikawa. 

part 2

[amberjazmyn]

you're so golden 🫶

pairing : f1 grid x fem!russell!reader

summary : it's the golden globes and kailani russell, sister of f1 driver george russell, the actress who plays the secret daughter of freddie mercury, ophelia mercury, is not only nominated but maybe also wins the award she is nominated for?

warnings : none really

a/n : kailani russell, this original female character is the sister of george russell who is obviously, an f1 mercedes driver. in this version, there will be ophelia mercury who is freddie's secret daughter, hence why they asked a british actress to play her. but also because everyone has always said that kailani doesn't look like her family but like lucy boynton who plays mary austin in the movie. i will also maybe have her dating one of the drivers so it makes even more sense for some of the grid to be at the golden globes.

you're so golden, you're so golden, la la, la la

kailani smiled and cheered as she sat in her seat at the annual golden globe awards 2019 alongside her brother, f1 driver george russell and fellow bohemian rhapsody cast, crew and queen members roger taylor and sir brian may. kailani had been nominated for best actress - motion picture for her portrayal as freddie mercury's secret daughter, ophelia mercury. in the biopic "bohemian rhapsody" that follows the highs and lows of queen and their exuerbrant lead singer, freddie mercury. sat next to her brother, george, was lucy boynton who played mary austin in the movie, the siblings held hands whilst allen leech, another cast member of the movie (paul prenter), sat on the other side of kailani whilst rami malek (freddie mercury) sat in the row in front of them alongside gwilym lee (sir brian may) and joseph mazzello (john deacon). 

throughout the entire night, she was constantly being complimented on the outfit that she was wearing. in all honesty, she did somewhat enjoy the compliments but, it was only because of one thing. she felt ethereal in the dress and it truly distracted her from the anxieties that award shows normally gave her before recieving all of the crazy nominations ever since award season started. otherwise, if it didn't distract her, kailani would be a lot less accepting of the compliments and would try either straight ignoring them or swerving around them and throwing it back to the giver of the compliment. onto the dress, kailani was wearing a gold dress which was a sequined bandage bandeau, fitting her in tight like a corset. truthfully, kailani felt like a goddess and it only made sense that her stylists put her in a gold dress for the golden globes. 

💌

when it came to actually paying attention to the award show that was happening in front of her, kailani genuinely found it difficult because it was getting closer and closer to her category and it just made her zone out. because every time during this award season, she's wanted to protect her mind and her soul since this was the first time that she was ever being acknowledged because just like a couple others in her bohemian rhapsody cast, she had been doing this job since she was a kid. exactly like how her brother, george, had been in motorsport his whole life. however never once was she acknowledged or given her rightful praise for her wonderful talent until now after portraying the role of ophelia mercury, a women who was rumoured for many years to be freddie mercury's secret child. 

so, as she sat next to her brother, george and her other costar, allen leech who played the horrid paul prenter with her onscreen parents lucy and rami in the row in front of them, they all sat in wait. applause and awards were coming and going when gary oldman took the microphone to present kailani's category. instantly, she tensed up in fear, zoning out but keeping a soft smile look on her face as the overhead commentator announced the nominations as scenes of the movies played as well. george wrapping his arms around kailani whilst allen held her free hand and lucy and rami became contortionists as they twisted their arms behind them just so they could also comfort kailani as well. the other f1 racers that kailani had invited scattered elsewhere around the room.

"...the nominations are..." 

"...for bohemian rhapsody, kailani russell," everyone cheers as a small smile and chuckle leaves the zoned out kailani's mouth as she notices the camera really relising in her disassociation but doesn't acknowledge it as she applauds when she hears the scene in which her character, ophelia mercury accidentally finds out about her father freddie's aids diagnosis 

ophelia halts to a stop, this wasn't a conversation she wasn't supposed to run into, it was obvious, but, she couldn't help but feel curious. even then, it wasn't her fault, she was returning to the recording studio with some lunch for her dad freddie and her uncles, roger, john and brian when she heard the news. and before she could get herself out of the room or stop, she heard the very words that did it for her whilst she reached the middle of the room...

"...aids...i wanted you to hear it from me..."

ophelia only heard the "aids" part and everything else just became white noise as she dropped everything she had in her hands and slowly dropped to the floor. her legs going first as they folded underneath her and then her hands as they only just grazed the floor underneath her as tears streamed down her cheeks as her body hunched over itself. that was when freddie, john, roger and brian along with miami turned around, noticing that ophelia, seventeen-year-old ophelia mercury had accidentally walked into a conversation about her father's health that she shouldn't have. but did and now was traumatised over the fact that her father, who she had just found out about, was now getting a death sentence when he was still so young. 

"...dad, please don't say it's true! you...you never get sick...you...you..." ophelia tried to talk but she couldn't, her body rocked with sobs as immediately, roger, her favourite uncle, raced down to her and held her as she wailed as though she was a dying animal 

freddie sighed, kneeling in front of his daughter, he smiled softly, "...i'm sorry bunny but, it's true. but, i don't want you to be crying okay? i want to do what i was born to do with the time i have left. i'm freddie fucking mercury!" freddie smiled as ophelia chuckled wetly, her hand coming under her nose and wiping it as she lifted her head and nodded 

however, what came out of her mouth after was the most gut-wrenching, stomach-ripping thing as she sobbed softly, roger, john and brian huddling around her to comfort her. 

"but you're my dad..." 

everyong erupted into roars of applause as kailani's scene finished playing before gary stepped up to the microphone to announce the winner of the category's golden globe. but, one thing everyone seemed to be set on and shocked by was that scene that they had just watched. it was acted with pure brillance yet it was so nuanced at the same time and so understated that kailani played grief so well. and, it was that moment that everyone knew that the name that gary was about to read out was for sure kailani's, it had to be at this point. 

gary smiled brightly, nodding his head before speaking up into the microphone, "...and the golden globe goes to..." 

"...kailani russell, bohemian rhapsody..." gary oldman cheers, the older actor previously acting with the girl in a previous project when she was much younger, her brother and the rest of her bo-rhap cast doing the same thing whilst the room filled with loud applause as george and allen violently shook the girl out of her disassociation 

for a split moment, the poor girl seemed so confused as to why she was being pulled from side to side by her brother and co-star. but, once she saw gary motioning her to come to the stage since she, george and the bo-rhap cast were basically two rows from the front, she noticed the camera was on her and her cast mates hysterically celebrating up on the screen behind them and she realised. she had just won the golden globe for best actress - motion picture and she had to quickly think up of something to say as she scrambled to get up from her seat. 

after all the hugs from her brother, co-stars and an almost makeout session with lando norris? george was for sure going to question that later but not now, kailani finally made it to the stage. shaking her head at her former movie dad, she was pulled into a hug by gary as he congratulated her. grabbing the award from him and then another set of cheek and forehead kisses, she attempted to start her speech. 

"wooow. i mean, lord have mercy! i am honestly so grateful for this!" she struggled to find her footing let alone her proper breathing pattern as she giggled - proud that she didn't blurt out a swear word like she genuinely thought she would have in this situation 

she giggled before she stared at the award in her hand and continued, "this award is something special. when i was a kid, i was always winning things, have no idea why because i was doing so much that i couldn't just focus on one thing. but, i was always winning first in dance, gymnastics, netball, athletics, i was always getting gold, even in the odd karting competitions alongside george *giggles*. and every time i had to say something, kind of like i am right now, i'd be so overwhelmed and confused that i'd just start to hysterically laugh because i never knew what to say. and that...that's kind of how i feel right now that i'm truthfully surprised i didn't swear or that i'm not hysterically laughing right now..." kailani trailed off as she became emotional as she smiled softly, biting her lip 

"...i've been in this business since i was maybe around eight or nine. my first movie was with this man right next to me, mr gary oldman, and i remember feeling so excited when i was told that if our movie did well enough and if i did a good enough job, i'd be able to dress up and go do the award circut. however, by the time award season came around, we didn't even get one single nomination except for a golden globe nomination and it was for the movie as a whole but we didn't end up winning. and all of a sudden, there was no more award shows for us to attend since that was the only one we got nominated for. our cast not getting invited to any other award ceremony. but, i didn't want to be sad because i still got to go to my first ever award show and i still got to be sitting in a room with so many of my favourite actors and actresses and directors that i didn't want to be sad. because in some small way, our movie, our little indie movie was still good enough even if i specifically wasn't..." everyone watched as kailani told her story as tears welled in everyone's eyes as they listened intently at the girls heartbreaking story 

"...and now, all these years later, at twenty-five-years-old and finally, i'm in a movie that was more than good enough in a role that i was good enough in. and that role just happened to be the beautiful, wonderful, strong-willed ophelia mercury, the daughter of the masterful, exuberant, prowess freddie mercury *cheers*. working on bohemian rhapsody was a blessing that i never knew i was going to be blessed with. and it was something that at the time i didn't know i would need as bad as i did. this movie made me realise that i actually am good enough and that i am someone in this industry *applause*. now it's time i thank my brother, george who took time out of his busy formula one schedule along with some other races to even be here tonight as well as throughout the filming process, i love you guys! and now my beautiful and talented cast, thank you, because it's all down to them, rami, ben, gwilym, joseph, lucy, allen as the main ones but there were so many people that i don't have the time to individually thank them. i also want to extend my gratitude to dr brian may and roger taylor, thank you for trusting us with this beautiful and gorgeous story of freddie! you two were dreams to work with everyday on set and i can't thank you enough for the way you made everyone on our set feel welcomed, included but above all loved and safe. there has never been a set that i've felt as safe as i felt on the first day i walked onto the set of bohemian rhapsody and that feeling of safety has never left and it's been basically a year since filming ended *giggles*. so sorry i've said so much but, just, thank you so much to everyone that made this gorgeous movie possible and allowing me the opportunity to be acknowledged for it, thank you, i love you all, mwah! this is for you freddie and ophelia!" kailani finished as she hoisted her globe high as everyone (but mostly her bo-rhap family) screamed, applauded and cried for joy at their costar's success as gary and kailani walked off stage together so rami's category could be called out 

after rami's category was announced and won by himself which made kailani cry even more backstage, only to find out that the movie won in the very next and last award after that, the after-party roared in jubilation for all the nominees and winners. 

💐

the golden globes were over and now there was only a couple of award shows left of the season and circut, kailani decided to post some photos from the night as she cuddled up against lando in the hotel room since the next one was a few weeks away and there was no use on flying back to the united kingdom just yet. 

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kailanirussell golden globes 2019 baby! 

*

thank you so much to every single person who helped me get to this point. i have dreamt of this day ever since my first movie with gary oldman. i know i mentioned it in my speech but, because of my very first golden globes, i thought the movies i was in and my acting in those movies was only good because of how many awards they were nominated for/won. which clearly blew my self esteem when for half of my child acting life, i was never nominated for anything in the solo categories and only nominated with the rest of my ensemble cast for the movies - not they ever won their nominated awards though. so, finally getting to have that moment where i got to get up and say "i am good enough" and "our movie is good enough" felt right and i'm beyond thankful that it was this beautiful movie, bohemian rhapsody, that got me that recognition little kailani used to obsessively pray for every time she did a new movie. working on bohemian rhapsody was an honour and it's something that i'll never be able to replicate ever again in any new movie i do and i'm glad because this movie will never be able to be replicated by anyone or another group of actors and actresses. rami, my darling, you were the perfect freddie, it didn't matter that you weren't the first choice because you were the choice that has got our beautiful little movie all these awards! ben, our beautiful benny, you were the perfect roger and joseph and gwil, you were the perfect disco deaky and astrophysicist brian. and lucy lu, my gorgeous luce, you were the perfect mary and i am so glad i got to do this movie alongside my (non-biological) twin sister even though i ended up playing the secret daughter of freddie. along with my beautiful allen who played the evilest man in the universe of queen, you were perfect and it truly was scary good at how well you encapsulated such a master manipulator because of how kind-natured and gentle you are. 

whilst i'm genuinly devastated that it's coming to the end of celebrating our special little thing, i wouldn't have wanted to celebrate it with anyone else. bohemian rhapsody has been an honour and a project that i'm never going to forget. and like freddie mercury once said, "you can be anything you want to be, just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be" 

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landonorris i am beyond proud of you my darling angel! seeing you up on that stage sent me to tears, you did amazing 🤍

joe_mazzello still crying! you did so well kiki! you were the perfect ophelia, no one could have done it better than you! i truly believe freddie and ophelia gave you this golden globe! 

mrgwilymlee the best ophelia mercury in the world! 

lucyboynton1 proudest (non-biological) twin sister in the world! 

georgerussell63 proudest brother in the world! you were fantastic munchkin

garyoldman so proud of you my love. you're not that little eight-year-old anymore 🤍

ramimalek what a fucking queen you are, kiki! congratulations my sweet 🤍

allenleech ok, yeah, i'm crying! i'm so proud of you, kiki!

brianmayforreal you deserved this more than ever, kiki! well done - bri xx

rogertaylorofficial the best ophelia mercury in the world! congratulations kiki bee xx

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rewriting this but with the f1 grid (kind of) involved was really cool! bohemian rhapsody is truly one of my fave biopics since i love queen so much. every single time i rewatch it, i find so many new details that i'd never noticed before! i also apologise though for how short it was!

©⠀amberjazmyn's original work. do not translate or steal any of my fics. 2024

[bitchysoulwasteland]

No one but you.

Bucky Barnes X Vamp!Reader

A/n: my Queen obsession once again reveals itself, but, hey, I’m happy, so who cares?

You and Bucky had known each other back in the 1970s when you had been the front woman of Queen. Back then, of course, he was the Winter Soldier and you were an unknown singer when you met in 1968 with a struggling band desperate to find a frontman and a bassist. It was just you, Roger Taylor and Brian May back then. You were all still college students in your final year in the band ‘Smile’, which was before Freddie’s flamboyant changing of the band’s name.

You had met the Winter Solder at a pub in London. You had brought him a drink after you saw him outside, looking physically beaten up. From then, he hung out with you and the band. He had been there when Freddie and Deacy joined. When you had recorded your first song. When you had left Trident Studios and joined EMI.

But, he then disappeared. He was gone without a trace which left a gaping hole of longing within your soul itself.

This was when your songs started to be discarded from albums. They began to not even be recorded. You had lost your muse, seemingly your reason for life itself. The lads in the band noticed this before anyone else did.

It was a few years of heartbreak before everyone lost you. More than metaphorically, of course.

It was 1975 when you disappeared. You wrote a note to the band, apologising for your absence, resigned from the contract with EMI and moved to America.

You had given up with your life, so you were pray to those who would try to harm you. You were vulnerable and loved a good alcoholic drink, so it was easy for the sod that turned you into a vampire to do so. You didn’t really remember it, but you did know that you had been fending for yourself since then.

The only good thing to come of it, was that you no longer had to worry about how your soldier left you. You didn’t have to. You pushed it to the back of your mind and tried to forget about it.

You had your mansion, your alcohol and your memories of Queen to get you through. You had also befriended a vampire called Damon Salvatore and another called Stefan Salvatore who lived a few roads away from you.

It got to the point where you were basically living in their place more than your own. You and Damon often got blackout drunk and would go around Mystic Falls just for the hell of it, which would then result in Stefan having to clear up your mess.

Present day: Mystic Falls

The Quinjet landed in a field beside a mansion. There had been a system failure, so Steve had to land it. The Avengers walked out of the jet, Bucky at the back. They walked to the door and Steve knocked on the oak.

Inside, you got up from the sofa and answered the door, somewhat shocked the Captain America was there.

“Win?” You said, seeing the soldier behind Steve.

“Y/n? You’re alive?”

“Un-bloody-fortunately, yeah. Come in, all of you.” You said, letting them in.

“I thought you’d died, doll.”

“I couldn’t do it after you left.”

“Do what?”

“Queen, life, any of it. I gave up. I wrote the lads a note before I left…. It hurt Win. It hurt so fucking much.” You said as Bucky wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, doll.” Bucky said, slightly tightening his embrace.

“It wasn’t your fault. With the whole Hydra and mind wipe thing I knew it would come eventually. Just maybe not so soon.”

A knock came from the door. “Y/n, I brought Jack Daniels.” It was Damon, there for the monthly drown your sorrows meeting you two would have.

“I guess you found someone else, huh doll?” Bucky said before letting go of you and walking into the living room as you answered the door, letting Damon in. You left the door open and vamp speeded to Bucky.

“It’s not like that, Win. It has never been like that. Not with him and not with anyone else, alright? And if you don’t believe me, you can ask him.”

Bucky looked you in your eyes. “You sure, doll?”

“There’s no one, Win. No one but you.”

Bucky smiled, embracing you once again. Damon stood in the doorway, happy that you had found Bucky again.

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Purple Thunder finale (Roger Taylor Series)

(present/old) Roger Taylor series

Notes: ATTENTION: it is here! after almost half a year, the finale of purple thunder is here! If you’re still sticking around, thank you, I love you! I hope this one isn’t too cringey for you all, it sure as hell is for me! I hope it lives up to your expectations (at least a little). As always let me know how you like it, shoot me a dm, ask, anything. I love hearing from you. 

PS. this contains song lyircs of: The Pretty Reckless - Kill me;  Greta van Fleet - Safari Song & Taylor Swift - Call it what you want to. 

english is not my first language, sorry for mistakes. Also, I didn’t proof read much - bare with me please. 

Words: 4,3+k

Warnings: cursing? none else, it’s fluffy and cringey, whatever ;’)

*flashback to two years ago*

"Not very subtle is it?“

"What are you saying?“ you looked up to see Rufus looking over shoulder to read along the scribbled lines written on your notepad.

"drugs, bars, backseats of cars, blowing boys?“ he read chuckling his way to take a seat on the couch beside you.

"It‘s Rock 'N Roll what do you expect“ you laughed pulling your feet up to rest them on his thighs.

"Now who‘s the child of a fucking rock legend out of the two of us?“

"You know, if I didn‘t know any better, I‘d say it was you“ Rufus pinched your leg before bringing them to the ground. "Enough talking let‘s get mortal or I‘m going to die“ you jumped up and it wasn‘t two hours later that you were in the bathroom of a club fooling around with a random dude. Living the life of a rockstar to its fullest potential, for once not thinking about what the media would have to say the next morning. You didn‘t give a fuck. With one swift motion you pulled out a little plastic bag of coke and sloppily made a line along the countertop. Hands trembling in anticipation and the guys lips were nibbling on your neck.

"You got any money on you?” he brought his hot wet lips from your neck and handed you a crumbled up 5 pound note that he kept in the front pocket of his jeans. You used the money to press one nostril down and snorted hard.

"Fuck you‘re so hot“ the guy said while having his eyes on you by looking in the mirror.

"want some?“ you offered, but he declined. Another sloppy line and a make out session later, you stumbled out. It was a hard life. It sucked. But you would never let anyone know. Chasing a high but falling down even lower and hitting the ground. City. Concert. Drinks. Drugs. Sex. Meltdown. Repeat. 

The rare nights you spent alone in your hotel room were the worst. You felt small, like you didn‘t belong, being not able to tell fantasy from reality, seeing how far you could go. Zoning out, even if it was just for half an hour was a relief, not being yourself. Not having to be yourself. You stomped back into the room. Your drummer, Sid to your left having some blonde chick pressed up to a wall and he fist bumped you. A sort of "congratulating“ each other on the many times you both got lucky. Hot bodies all over the place and it felt like if one more person entered the club, it would have exploded. You felt your high slowly fade, trying to match names to the people you encountered all while searching for someone you personally knew. Long blond hair at the bar. Rufus. "Heyyy“ you slurred at him as he turned around. A pint of beer in his hand.

"Y/N! You don‘t look too good honey“

"What a gentleman you are“ your eyes were still blown and glassy. He looked quite concerned.

"I‘ll take you to the hotel love“ he touched your arm in a caring gesture.

"Don‘t take it the wrong way Ruf, like no offence, but I don‘t want to have sex with you“

"Not like that“ he laughed. "You look like you‘ve had enough for tonight. You‘ll thank me tomorrow.“ You felt stupid. Embarrassed. Being escorted out of the place like a child being dragged out of the candy store. Rufus put his arm around you to stabilize you, walking back to the hotel. As you began to sober more up, the embarrassment reached such height that you felt like dying right then and there. No one was supposed to see you like this. See you break, but the steps in the bright lobby of the hotel were the hardest. You could feel the walls you built up around you slowly but surely break. And once those walls are torn down. It‘s all over. "In you go lovely“ Rufus held the blanket up for you to slide in. "Thank you.“ "You‘re very welcome Ms. L/N“ he smiled. Rufus walked over to the little fridge to get a bottle of water. "Here you‘ll thank me tomorrow“ he handed it over to you. "Need anything else?“ he asked while tying his hair up. "I‘m good, I think“ you weakly smiled. Rufus startled you by jumping into the bed next to you. "You‘re not alright and being the good friend I am, I‘m here to listen and help.“ Silence followed and it felt like eternity. "I‘m fucked up“ your small voice filled the room. "You‘re just enjoying yourself“ he assured you. "Am I really? Who am I kidding? I made a complete fool out of myself once again." he could sense that he assumed wrong in the tone of your voice. "How do you mean?" he asked getting under the sheets. "It‘s all fun and games. Then I‘m alone again and everything gets worse.“ "And you feel guilty because you‘re cheating on Josh.?“ "I‘m the worst person, but no. Not entirely.“ Rufus reached out his hand to brush your hair back a bit, signaling that he was listening. "It‘s better now that you‘re here, because if you weren‘t, I would not know what to do with myself. Sometimes I can‘t stand myself. Most times, to be precise. I feel like a wreck. And I keep telling myself to not go back into these dark places. But still I keep going back.“ A silent tear made it‘s way down your cheek. "From now on and always. No matter when you need me, call me, facetime me, no matter the time. I know better said than done, but you‘re my friend. And friends don‘t give up on each other like that. You don‘t ever have to feel like you‘re alone in this. We‘re family.“ he pulled you closer to him, your head almost resting on his chest. With a steady breathing you slowly drifted off to sleep. *end of throwback*

Much time had passed. Time in which you felt the way you typically felt. Alone. Having broken up with Josh quite some time ago. Josh immortalizing you in one of his songs, describing how you left him, when he proposed: " Do you remember what I said, When I got down on my knees, Gotta get your lovin' baby, Lovin's all I need, Don't make me beg now baby, Don't make me bleed, I gave you all a man could give, And you still walked out on me" Roger has gone on tour. His wife in tow to your surprise. Every picture posted of them together made you feel smaller, the way he had his arm around her, made you doubt your situation around him. Tired of picking up a fight, sometimes ignoring his secret calls, you isolated yourself. The album, a declaration of love, that was supposed to be released soon, was now on the verge of being filled with songs that would make you feel the hurt and pain as a listener. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and Roger was coming home. The situation was uncertain. How would you deal with it? Did his flame of undying love find its way to burn with even more passion for his wife again? And what light did he see you in now? The 20-year-old something that’s been destroying his happy 10 years of marriage? Deep inside you hoped he wouldn’t, but to be honest, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he stayed with her. Maybe it was all just a rebellious phase. Trying to feel young again. Getting revenge on something stupid SHE did. The doorbell rang. It could be anyone, you thought to yourself. As you opened, a sheer wave of bliss washed over. His blue eyes shone like never before, you swore you saw stars in them. His hair was ruffled, well who’s wouldn’t be after a 20-hour flight. No exchange of words, just shoulders crushing into one another, fulfilling the tightest hug you’d ever felt. Once again, this is what home felt like and it’s been so long that all the doubts you had about him were crushed in a millisecond. "I missed you so much” Roger breathed into your neck. "I missed you more” you cried, your hand on the back of his head, fumbling with his white locks. “I don’t think that’s possible, my love.” he rasped. God you missed hearing the roughness of his voice, all close up and personal. When he pulled back, his nose gently brushed yours and he kissed you tenderly. "How are you feeling” you asked, helping him get his bags in, the majority of them already being shipped to Cornwall, to a house of his you haven’t got to see yet. "I’m toast” he huffed, letting himself fall into the comfy black sofa in the living room. “Is there maybe something I can help you with? A massage? Something else?” you tried to sound as seductive, slowly but surely getting settled on his lap. If he really didn’t get with his wife on tour he must be exploding by now, set aside all the secret wank sessions. As you grinded down on him, there was nothing. No reaction whatsoever. You tried some more until Roger stopped you.

"Sorry love, so sorry.” his fingers glided gently up and down your arm. "Has something happened? Have you changed your mind about us?” “No no, I’m just really exhausted I can’t quite ....you know.. get it up. I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing” "No Rog it’s not, don’t be sorry.” You assured him by kissing both of his cheeks one after the other, making him smile. "Anything else I can do for you instead?” you asked, ready to fulfill all his wishes. "I just want to be as close to as possible” He wanted affection, affection he had to go without for several months, except for the occasional social media schmoozing with his wife. Still sat in his lap, you cuddled tighter into him, cheek on cheek. His breathing was now more steady and peaceful, you could feel him relaxing, his tense muscles from drumming suddenly didn’t feel as tense any more. You two stayed like that for half an eternity, well a decent amount of hours, but it felt like minutes and before you knew it, the sun was setting. "Why don’t you move in with me?” Roger asked out of the blue, with you still on top of him. You looked into his eyes, questioning if it was a good idea. "Don’t worry, I already filed for divorce. The paperwork should be through pretty soon.” he assured you. God. That was it, now you knew he was for real. And hell would break loose if the media found out. For the media it already was bad that another woman was the reason for Roger Taylor’s divorce. But an age difference of 49 years would be the last straw - a real scandal. "I don’t know Rog. I don’t want to give up this place.” your apartment has been your rock over the years, you inspirational little cave with the perfect view.  "You don’t have to give this up.” He brought his hand up to your cheek, lifting your head so you were looking into his eyes once more. "I just want you with me all the time. I don’t want to go a day without you anymore” You melted into his touch. Every move he made, every word he said, every look he gave you, made your heart flutter. You’ve never felt this deep for anyone else before. So you nodded. "Is that a yes?” he asked with a dumb smile on his face. "Yes” His lips were on yours again. They felt like the inside of a rose, passionate, soft, and and a high of pure happiness rushed through both of you As the night grew cold, the two of you got comfy and especially cuddly. Finally together again. Roger cuddled into your chest. He needed this after months and months of going without it. It was only a matter of minutes, mixed with playing with strands of his hair and kisses to his forehead, that he fell asleep. His soft snoring let you know that he was very well enjoying every little thing. "The man who used to move under meat?“ you gave Roger a funny look. "Don‘t look at me like that“ Roger laughed having put on his stupid "joke face” but you loved it. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. "t’was a guy at our parties, he would just lay on tables, being naked and covered in food that he was basically invisible. Once someone tried to grab something he wiggled, and they were startled. It was so fun watching“ you laughed at his story and cuddled closer to him. Roger’s Queen partying stories were the best, but thinking of all the girls he must have been with made you feel jealous and for some reason insecur as well.  "I can imagine. How many girls have you really been with?“ curiosity took over you. "Not as many as I‘d would let everyone know“ he chuckled. "Yeah yeah... bet it must be thousands“ you tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Well, then I have to disappoint you, my love“ you felt his hot breath on your cheek before he pressed a soft kiss to it. "And it certainly also wouldn’t have nearly been as many if you were there.“ "Roger we both know that‘s not true.“ "See, that‘s a lie“ he dipped down to kiss your lips. "Once we get to Cornwall I have something special to give you“ "What is it Rog?“ you whined still curled up in the warm bed drinking in the warmth that Roger left behind. "You first better get your beautiful bottom out of bed“ he called from the bathroom. "My bottom is here and ready start the day“ Roger finished shagging his hair out to style the way you liked it the most. Messy. He turned around and grabbed your face gently and closed the space between the two of you. "Morning breath“ you mumbled against his lips. "I‘ve had worse“ he mumbled back, a hint of mint made itself into your mouth. "Why do I believe you?“ you laughed, pulling away and letting your hand glide through his hair. "You look so good“ you looked at him in awe. "You know just how to flatter an old man“ "Don‘t. Say. That. Mr.. Taylor.“ you said in between placing kisses all over his face. His eyelashes fluttered while laughing. He was a sight to see. "You seriously better get ready now“ he gently slapped your bum and left you to yourself to take a shower. You put on some light makeup, comfy clothes and you both were off for a 5 1/2 hour drive in Roger’s black Range Rover. Thank god for Bluetooth speakers, much to Roger’s annoyance you blasted the Hot Space album, as well as any other Queen song he hated. "How do you even know these songs? You know every single word, might have to question your taste in music” Roger laughed. When he finally gave up, he joined you in singing along, harmonizing and trying to hit all the high notes just likehe did 40 years ago. To your surprise he still managed most of them. His hand almost never left your thigh, except for when it was time to shift gears. Yours usually rested on top of his. Nothing could ever compare to this.  When you arrived at his enormous mansion you were once again speechless. He showed you around to get settled once again and it made your mouth run dry, especially seeing all the golden discs and awards he stored all around the house and on the walls. Most of them were settled in the living room. "Can’t wait for you to contribute to the collection” Roger hugged you from behind while you admired them all. "Me?” You laughed. "Yeah of course you. I’ve never won a Grammy in my golden years. Only the honorable one 100 years later” his laugh vibrates on your neck. "Here” he handed you a black box. “Told you I’ve got something for you, something really special” You opened the box and it was one of the cymbal necklaces he was recently selling. Filled with joy, you jumped up on him and he gladly caught you in his arms, giving him a long kiss.  "Thank you, thank you so much!! I love it Roger” "But wait wait, my love” Roger put you down again. "This one was made out of the first cymbals I ever played with. And I wanted you to have it and kind of be a part of it,have a part of it, if that makes sense?” You had tears in your eyes, knowing that this part of his drums made such an impact on his life and him now giving it to you, even if was small, owning a piece of his early days. It made you feel special.. On the back, the words "right till the end, Love, Roger” were engraved. It was the best present ever, besides of course, having the love of your life all to yourself. "I also have something for you” you said, not having this situation exactly planned through, because of your anxiety he wouldn’t like it. "I had a lot of time to spend while you were gone“ "Doing only good stuff I hope“ he chuckled looking at you, his eyes shining from under his long lashes. "Come with me“ you took his hand into yours and guided him to the crackling fireplace. Roger sat down in his red leather chair, one that never left its place since moving in in the late 70s. You sat opposite him on the red, equally old fashioned carpet in front of the fire place, clutching your pitch black guitar tightly. "It’s not as awesome as your present, but here we go” A nervous feeling rushed through your body. Your slightly trembling fingers started picking the first chords. Seeing the way his eyes blinked at you, you knew he was listening closely. The song was called 'Call it what you want to’ and every single word was true. Nobody has heard from you for months, nor your fans, nor the media, at least  not since the Grammys. And Roger on the other hand, he loved you like you were brand new. He knew about your rocky, hard, and scandalous past, your battles with all things that are toxic and your battles with yourself. Still, he didn’t back down, he stayed by your side, no matter what. He built a fire just to keep you warm while everyone outside was throwing ice at you, trying to get to you. He could be trusted, a feeling not only his embrace let you know, but the way he treated you. His bad jokes always made you laugh, in fact the worse they were, the more you loved him. The “joke face” he gave you, when he expected you to laugh was just adorable and made you fall in love all over again.  When the song was finished, Roger had tears in his eyes. “Wow” he breathed. "I don’t think.. I don’t think anyone’s ever written a song about me, at least not one like this. It’s so beautiful. I couldn’t ask for a better present from the most beautiful girl in the world” your guitar was quickly on its stand again and you in Roger’s lap. "Thank you thank you thank you” he breathed kissing you all over. "It was a pleasure Mr. Taylor” you smiled. The hardest part was get to come. Releasing the songs which all evolved around yours and Roger’s relationship. Clearing all the rumors. Revealing your relationship. Meeting his children. But it all would come with time and didn’t matter at the moment.

 What he wanted though, was you meeting his children, as fast as possible. He was not one to keep something so special hidden from them, for as he long as he already did. So, one beautiful Saturday evening they all came to visit, you had even cooked a treat they all loved, but it was just how you expected it to be, at least part of it. Rufus came first, in tow with him Tigerlily and Lola. Roger and you were standing at the door, ready to greet them, but it seemed as if Lola still didn’t warm up to the idea of her dad dating someone so much younger, almost her age. Tigerlily hugged you right away, she was probably the most open minded one of them all. “It’s so good to finally meet you, I’m a big fan of yours!” Tigerlily giggled, handing over some wine and flowers as presents. “We’re going to kill this one later” she winked, holding up the bottle. “For sure” you smiled at her. Felix and Rory joined the party a bit later. It was kind of weird that they were a bit older, but you managed and as it seemed as if they didn’t have any problem with it either.

Tigerlily and you kept quoting vines and laughing at memes after dinner, to which Roger only shook his head, all while laughing about how good you were getting along. Your hand was casualy on the table when Roger cupped it with his, finally intertwining your fingers.  “Really?” Lola said out of nowhere, looking down at your joined hands. She got up and walked out of the room. “Lola” Roger called after her. Him, Felix, and Rory went after her. Your worst fear became reality. They didn’t accept you. You couldn’t blame her though, thinking you would react the same way if your dad showed up with someone much younger. 

“Don’t worry” Tigerlily assured you. “It’s just a lot for her to handle right now.” She hugged you tightly, rubbing your back. “Yeah , she needs time to warm up. Hasn’t even warmed up to Sarina entirely, it’s going to be alright.” Rufus said, taking a sip from his beer. He was right and you would be willing to give her as much time as she needed.

Nearly half an hour passed when they all came back into the dining room. “Y/N?” Lola stood in the door. “Can we talk?” she pointed towards the other room. You followed her. “Look, I’m sorry, that this is might be weird for you. I totally understand, but I really love your dad I-“ “I know” she interrupted. “And he really loves you. It just.. it just freaks me out a bit. And knowing my dad I know no one will ever be good enough for him, he’s the best dad ever” she explained. “ I believe you, he speaks highly of you all the time” “Well, he also does speak highly of you all the time, maybe I’m just a bit jealous that he won’t spend as much time with us anymore as he’s got you now.” Lola sounded sad and a bit disappointed. “ I won’t allow that” you assured her. “You know... I’d never keep him from seeing you all. As much as I love him, I want him to be happy and seeing as today went, it was pretty fun and a joy having you all around. Talking, eating, drinking.” “You’re right” Lola said. 

“I’m so sorry for making a scene.” “Don’t be sorry, it’s alright! But next time something bothers you, let’s just talk it out! I’ll always have an open ear for you!” “Awwe lovie, thank you. You know, you’re pretty cool actually. Having a female rockstar in the family makes for a great change” She admitted. “ You’re pretty awesome too! Love your photography” you smiled at her. “May I give you a hug?” Lola asked you to which you nodded. Right in this moment Roger went to look after the two of you and when he saw you hugging your problems out, his heart swell. He backed away quickly though, just fast enough for none of you to notice he was there.  “Let’s get back to the others now, or they’ll think we killed each other” you joked and you both went back to join the rest, to enjoy some desert. It was 2 am when Roger’s children left after everyone helped cleaning up. They really were all about teamwork and you adored them. 

“I had a great evening” you said to Roger while changing into something more comfortable. “I’m glad you had a good time, because I was really enjoying myself.. Except for the little.. Lola thing” he said, giving your shoulder a kiss. “oh, that’s alright, we get along now. What did you say to her anyway, when you went after her?” You asked him. “Oh just that you really put much work into this get together, you know.. with the cooking and all. And that I love you and you’re very important to me and that this is just how the future is going to be.” his reasonings were making you smile. “Your kids are awesome. You did a great job raising them.” “I know I did” he chuckled. “Can’t wait to meet them again” you said more quietly, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “Hold your horses little lady, you’ll see them soon enough. I love having them around y’know? We usually have a family meeting once a week, talking about what everyone is up to” “Sounds awesome” you loved the idea of them spending more time with the two of you, dining, drinking, having a laugh, going on family vacations. Family. The moment Roger saw you interact with his kids, having inside jokes with them, you and Tigerlily even arranging a date to go out shopping, he knew he made the right decision. Giving his whole heart to you and you loving him right back. He knew it already, someday, when the time was right, when the media would quiet down a little more, he’d make you “officially” part of his family. And when that time came, you knew what your answer to his question would be. YES. 

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Too Much Love Can Kill You

Prologue – Chapter 1– Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 –Chapter 6 – Chapter 7 – Chapter 8 – Chapter 9 – Chapter 10 – Chapter 11 – Chapter 12 – Chapter 13 – Chapter 14 – Chapter 15 – Chapter 16 – Chapter 17 – Chapter 18 – Chapter 19 – Chapter 20 – Chapter 21 – Chapter 22

Previously:

He was about to blow up on you when you heard your mother’s voice behind you, “Sorry I’m late had to check on some things before coming over.”

You saw Old Jacob blanche at seeing her and barely recovered as he stood to help her into a chair.

You fought a grin as Adam sat beside you looking like the cat that caught the canary.

Things were going to get good…

(Second to last chapter everyone! Thanks for bearing with me so far and for reading! When this particular story is completed it will most likely be taken down for “maintenance” and a thorough editing sesh.)

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Chapter 23

(Y/L/N = Your last name, M/N = Mother’s name, Jacob = Jacob Sr., Jake = Jacob Jr.)

Jake’s face went green, from what you didn’t know, “Hi Mrs. (Y/L/N).”

“(M/N),” Jacob greeted tensely, “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

Your mother gave the older man a quaint grin, “I had tickets to see Queen on hand. It’s not everyday a proud mother goes to a concert to see their child front and center.”

Father and son looked at your mother each with different emotions on their faces while your mother kept her quaint grin.

“You can’t really mean that (Y/M/N),” Jacob said, a cocky slimy grin on his face, “You’d let her galavant across the country–”

“World,” Adam coughed.

“World, with an all male group,” Jacob said gritting his teeth. 

“She couldn’t be in safer hands with them Jacob,” your mother said neutrally. 

“Yes because having a young woman with a horde of men is “safe”,” he said derogatorily, “She can’t know what the world is like.” 

“She's not stupid or naive,” Roger said voice hard and glare icy, “She’s an intelligent woman that knows her limits.”

Jacob laughed and said, “She’s a child. Clearly is when she’s still deluding herself to the idea that this musician dream of hers will come true.”

Before anyone could say anything, a a red faced teenager walked up to your table giggling nervously as she approached. 

You look behind her to find an equally giggling group of girls a table away. 

“Probably for you Adam,” you said with a fond grin.

You weren’t bothered by it for a second, you knew Adam had fans and knew that Roger did as well. You weren’t as well known for your stuff yet but had hope that with hard work you’d fly.

To all of your surprise though she walked up to you.

“Hi,” she said clearly a bit overwhelmed but no less excited, “You’re (Y/N) right?”

“Hi sweetheart,” you said with a grin and nodded at her question.

“Is it ok if I got your autograph?” she asked nervously her copy of ‘Parental Guide’ shaking in her grip.

Your chest could have burst at this and it showed as you smiled at her widely and stood from your seat. 

“Sure thing!” You said taking the copy from her gently. 

You signed it happily and even went as far as to asking your mother to take a picture of the two of you.

“My friends said it couldn’t have been you,” she said her smile so wide you thought it would split her face in two.

“What do you say we go by after I'm done with my meeting?” You asked kindly, “I’m pretty sure my friends won’t mind won’t we boys?”

Adam, Roger and Rufus all cheered and nodded smiles on their faces.

The girl blushed and giggled as she went back to her table to spread the word.

Your mother’s eyes shined in pride whilst Jacob and son looked on mouthes wide open as they witnessed you being asked for an autograph. 

“You were saying?” Adam asked a satisfied look on his face.

“She’s a woman–” 

“So what?” Roger asked incredulously, “She is that, but that does not mean that she should be restricted to what a man wants her to do.”

Adam coughed something that sounded oddly like “Chad” almost making you choke on your drink.

“The fact of the matter here is that whatever agreement you made with my husband is null and void,” your mother said with an air of finality in her voice, “And since there is nothing written on paper, there is no legal proof mandating that (Y/N) needs to abide by anything concerning you or young Jacob.”

The men looked like tomatoes from how red in the face they were.

You stood from seat signaling the others in your party to do the same and said, “I’ll speak with my lawyers about paying you back the money my schooling cost anything other than that you’ll have to talk to my father about it.”

“We’ve warm rehearsal later,” Roger reminded gently, “Last concert and all.”

You gave the father and son a nod before going to the table where the group of girls are sitting. And as promised autographs and photos were taken and given before heading out.

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[warriorteam1924]

Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue

Roger Taylor x Reader

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. The sweet @acdeaky came up with a super idea of a december writing challenge. I really love this idea and I got into writing for this special occasion. This is day 20 filling the prompt ‘wrapping presents’. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

Warnings : None, I guess it’s okay

Summary : Wrapping presents with Rog leads to an emotional surprise....

Words count : words

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Christmas time was many people favorite time of year but it was defenitely not Roger Taylor’s. The musician was drummer for the band Queen and always tried to appear like a tough guy.

 He only rarely mentioned it, but his childhood had not been one of the happiest, with his parents often arguing and his little sister and him often wondering what the future would be like. Would their parents still be together? Would they still be able to share nice moment altogether. Would they have to celebrate two Christmases if the family was cut in half?

 Now he was a grown up man, Roger had found the right balance in his life. He had his job, which mattered a lot to him. Being drummer for Queen was more than just be at the back of the stage and bang on his drums and cymbals. Creating music with his band was a true passion for him, as he considered being able to compose songs and write lyrics as a privileged. Thanks to music, he was able to express the emotions he had too often repressed. Good or bad, happy or sad, no one needed to know as long as the music was going and the band was satisfied with the result. Freddie Mercury, lead singer, Brian May, guitarist, John Deacon, bass player and Roger had sometimes arguments, but the issue was always meant to be the most amazing for the fans and the audience.

 Even if he considered his band mates to be like brothers to him, all of them forming some kind of family, the other great deal of his life that also created balance in his life was you. You had known Roger since forever it had seemed, but it was only recently the two of you had confessed your love for each other. You were perfectly aware the drummer had had many adventures with girls who, for most of them, had pretended to be fans of the band. But it was now past. You had a past as well and what mattered now was Roger and you were loyal and true to each other.

 Since the holiday season was approaching, you knew Roger was not thrilled. It was not like he didn’t like Christmas at all, at some point of his life, the celebration did not matter anymore. The 25th of December was like any other day for him. It was not a particularly lucky or really bad day, like some believed a Friday the 13th would be, but he just wasn’t in the mood. Glitters and happy faces and joyful songs were not his cup of tea.

 Yet, since the two of you had been dating for quite some time now, Roger was already to make an effort. Just for you. He didn’t really fancy Christmas shopping, but was always ready to give you a hand and check the lists with you as you were buying the presents for everyone. As some kind of counter part, you tried your best to avoid familial gathering, ensuring to find a plausible excuse for the two of you to be on your own on Christmas day.

 This year was different though. The band had decided to celebrate Christmas altogether. There were thus many presents to be made, and a special organizations had been planned for the occasion. Each member of the band and his partner, and family if there was any, was supposed to be in charge of a part of the meal. You all agreed to go to the Deacons, since the house was the biggest to welcome everyone. You had gone there earlier in the month to decorate and had come back with many gifts ideas.

 It was now time to wrap everything. The large living room table was almost too small to contain everything you had bought with Roger’s help, but the two of you were now sure you had not forgotten anything or anyone. You usually would be in charge of the wrapping, but this time, Roger proposed his help. You tried your best not to make a big deal, even if you were truly happy deep inside.

 You were perfectly aware Roger was trying to please you on the first place since Christmas was a time of year your particularly enjoyed. Decorations the tree, putting some lights in the house, even if it was never too much, helped you to wait until the weather was some mild. You didn’t like winter, with the cold and rainy weather.

 As a result, when the drummer had proposed to help for the present wrapping, you had smiled at him and nodded. Maybe it was part of him trying to get in the mood this year. And maybe it was preferable for him to help, instead of staying in the sofa, frowing as he was recalling painful memories.

 Very quickly, the two of you got organized. Cutting the paper, and no one’s fingers, applying sticky tape, folding the corners correctly were the main tasks. Roger rolled his eyes as you always insisted : you wanted to paper to be tight and neat. The drummer did not have the same attention, after all, in the end, the paper would end in the trash. The wrapping carried on with putting the ribbons, one of you pressing your finger on as the knot was made. And of course, it was important to put a little label with names. Confusion was not possible. You hardly imagine one of John’s kids getting a present that was supposed to be for Freddie.

 You were glad as the wrapping was going well. There were many colors and many glittery effects. The ribbons were bringing this stylish effect you like a lot. Yet, you soon frowned as you had not bought enough ribbon for all the presents. And given the time, the shops was surely crowded. Roger quickly saw your concern.

 “Don’t worry love, there is more ribbon in my drawer in the bedroom.”, he sweetly said, smiling at you.

 You headed to the bedroom then, opening Rog’s drawers to find more ribbons. Of course it was when you opened the last one that you eventually found it. Yet, there was a notebook as well, right next to the ribbons.

 You frowned, wondering what it was. There was no longer secrets between Roger and you, as you had agreed at the beginning of your relationship to be true to the other, but you had no idea what it was. You sighed as you thought that if your lover had never mentioned it, it was for some reason. You decided it was best not to open it and look at it if Roger was not ready to say anything about it.

 You took the ribbon, but it was stuck with the notebook. As you pulled the ribbon, the rest came with it and the notebook fell open on the floor. You cursed, trying not to be too loud.

 Since it was opened, you couldn’t help but see what was inside the notebook. You took it, sat on the bed and began to turn the pages. A faint smile appeared on your lips and soon, tears formed in your eyes. You couldn’t believe what you were actually looking at.

 “Have you found it?”, Roger suddenly appeared and stopped in the doorway.

 “I’m sorry, Rog, I didn’t mean to see it.... I took the ribbon and the book came with it....”, you apologized.

 “That’s okay.”, he quietly said, stepping inside the bedroom. He came closer to you and sat by your sides. He gently took the notebook and started to thumb through the pages.

 “What is it, Rog?”, you asked, almost whispering.

 “In the book, I’ve been keeping a piece of wrapping paper and the note that came with the most precious gifts I’ve been offered. Not only for Christmas, but all the presents....”, he explained.

 You stared at him, unable to speak. He looked at you and smiled again, reassuring you about his state of mind.

 “I’ve had it for a quite a long time....”, he carried on. “See this one?”, he said, pointing at a piece of wrapping paper, “it was the first drumsticks my mom gave me.” He put his finger on another piece : “This one was wig Freddie gave me....”, he laughed. “Oh, this one was from you. It was this necklace”, he carried on explaining and touched the silver chain around his neck.

 “Rog, I .... I had no idea....”, you put your head on his shoulder.

 He kissed your head and carried on explaining what piece of wrapping paper corresponded to what. Roger sometimes thought he wasn’t smart, but he had a stunning memory.

 It was so adorable to see this tough man being emotional as he was turning the pages of the book. You didn’t say anything, but you were quite sure it was a way for Roger to keep in touch with the past without suffering, more particularly the Christmas times. You hoped the futures one would be bright for the two of you. And maybe one day, he would start to gather pieces of wrapping papers from his own kids. Yet another wonderful reason to celebrate Christmas and rejoice.

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[queenismyprimejive]

There is a first time for everything – Present! Roger Taylor – Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Roger’s 71st birthday is only a few days away and you have no idea what to give Roger as a present. What do you give to a man who has almost everything and the money to buy it? Luckily, your best friend has a couple of ideas up her sleeve that might solve your dilemma.

W/C: 4,368 (she is long)

Perspective: You-perspective, reader-insert, use of Y/N. I plan on putting this in each of my future fics, just because I tend to switch between the two perspectives in writing.

Warnings: Some fluff, some smut, some naughty things happening,  people saying fuck a lot, you know, the usual.

A/N: None.

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“So, do you have any idea what you’re going to give Roger for his birthday next Sunday?” your best friend asked you as she took a sip of her coffee.

Your best friend and you were on your bi-weekly coffee date, or at least you tried to meet up every two weeks as the both of you had terribly busy lives. As of right now, Roger’s birthday was coming up in the next three days and you hadn’t found anything for him yet. And time was running out fast.

“Nooo”, you whined as you took another sip of your almost cold coffee, “and his birthday is this Sunday, what am I gonna do?”

“I might have an idea”, she smirked. The look on her face didn’t predict a lot of good, and you were a bit apprehensive to find out what she had come up with.

“I’m almost to afraid to ask but what is it?”, you sighed.

“So, I know your relationship with Roger is fairly young, but…. have you guys had sex yet?”

“Natascha”, you scolded, “we’re in public!”

She laughed, “gosh Y/N, you’re such a prude sometimes, it’s a perfectly normal thing to talk about, but…. have you?”

You shook your head. “No, we haven’t, I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, like, it’s a big step, and I don’t know whether I’m ready for it”.

“Do you love him?”, she asked.

You looked up at her in curiosity, “of course I do, why do you ask?”

“Well, since it’s his birthday it might be a good opportunity to take your relationship to the next level, if you know what I mean”.

“So, if I understand correctly, as a birthday present, you want me to have sex with him?” You raised an eyebrow at her.

“You don’t have to put it so crudely Y/N, you make me sound so unromantic. I’m just saying, I mean you’re going to see him for dinner on Sunday right?”

You nodded in confirmation.

“Well”, she continued, “why don’t you dress up extra nice, put on some sext lingerie, and see how the night unfolds from there. If it happens, it happens if it doesn’t, then no biggie. I know he’s a nice enough man to respect your boundaries”.

You twirled the necklace that Roger had given you a while back in your hands and smiles absentmindedly, “yeah he sure is”.

“What I’m trying to say is”, she started, “it doesn’t hurt to give it a shot, he loves you, you love him, what do you have to lose?”

You shook your head, smiling. “Absolutely nothing”.

“But only go through with this if you feel comfortable with it Y/N, I know what happened to you in the past, I don’t want to see it happen again”.

“It won’t”, you assured her, “I just hope he’s going to love it”.

You checked yourself in the mirror one last time before you had to go over to Roger’s for dinner. You were wearing a tight, dark navy blue dress, paired with black suede strappy heels. It wasn’t necessarily an outfit you would’ve chosen for yourself, but your best friend had picked it out for you, assuring you it looked absolutely gorgeous on you and that Roger would love it, and who would you be if you doubted your best friend?

“Wow love you look absolutely stunning”, Roger said in wonder while he let his eyes wander over your figure, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Happy Birthday Rog”, you smiled as you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his, “I love you”.

“I love you too darling, but to what do I owe this pleasure “, he said as he gestured towards your outfit of choice for the evening.

“What?, can’t a girl dress up nice for her man’s birthday”, you asked, feigning an innocent look as you twirled on the spot for him.

“Sure, she can, only one might think she has other intentions”, he replied, as you noticed his eyes turned ever so slightly in a darker shade of blue.

“Maybe”, you winked at him as you twirled a lock of your hair around your finger.

“Well, do you?”, Roger questioned.

“You’ll see Rog”, you said teasingly as you made your way towards the dining room.

The entire time you felt Roger’s eyes burning a hole in your back and you made a mental note to thank your best friend for picking out this dress. This was going to be fun.

“So, you haven’t told me what my birthday present is yet”, Roger remarked as the two of you sat huddled together on the couch with a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table in front of you.

“What makes you think you’re getting one Roger?”, you replied and smirked when you saw the feigned look of hurt on Roger’s face.

“Well love, with the way you look tonight, one might think she’s up to something, are you Y/N?”, he spoke softly as he carefully placed a hand on your thigh and rubbed the exposed skin there.

You watched down at his hand as it inched just a little bit higher than you were expecting.

“What are you up to Y/N?”, he whispered, “I mean I could guess but….”

“So, this really has been my best friends idea, and I’ve been thinking about it a lot”, you started as you grasped his hand that was placed on your thigh.

“What is it love?”, he questioned as he looked at me concerned.

“Well I’ve been thinking that this is a good opportunity for us to make the next step in our relationship?”, you said as you cautiously looked up at him.

“Really?, are you absolutely sure love, I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want to do.”

“That’s just it Rog, I really do want to, and I know you won’t hurt me Rog, I trust you, I love you, and I want you to show me how good it can be”.

He placed his hand back on your thigh as his other hand cupped your cheek. “Ok love, if you’re absolutely sure, but if at any point during the night you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, just say so and I will ok?”, he whispered as he grazed your lips with his thumb.

“I will Rog”, you smiled and closed the distance between the two of you to press your lips against his. At the moment your lips touched his, his eagerness took over. He pressed himself closer to you as he grazed your bottom lip with his tongue, asking for permission to deepen the kiss, which you granted without hesitation. You didn’t know a kiss could feel like this, his lips against yours, the coarse hairs of his beard tickling your chin, his tongue battling with yours, and you couldn’t help but to let out a moan against his lips, to which he grinned in the kiss.

“Come sit on my lap love”, he murmured against your lips as you shifted around just so that you could sit on his lap with your legs on either side of him.

He hungrily pressed his lips against yours again and you involuntarily grinded your hips against his, to which he let out a low groan against your lips as you pressed against the obvious hardness in his trousers. His hand slowly travelled upwards and grazed the underside of your breast. You smiled against his lips and in a bold move you took hold of is hand and placed it directly on top of it.

“Ready to take it to the bedroom love?”, he whispered against your lips.

“Yeah I think I’m ready”.

When you arrived in his bedroom, the nerves crept up on you again. This is really going to happen now.

Roger came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. “You still want to do this love?”

You turned around in his embrace and smiled up at him. “Positive Rog make love to me”.

“Well then”, he whispered as his hands moved from your waist down to your and pressed you flush against him, “we have to get you out of this dress now won’t we”.

“Please”, you whispered when he carefully unzipped your dress and slowly pushed it of your shoulders to pool at your feet.

You took a step back to step out of the dress, giving Roger a good look of what you had hidden beneath the dress.

“Well, what do you think”, you asked innocently while you spun around for him.

You felt very exposed as he looked you up and down. “Fuck Y/N, you look…. excuse my words love but you look absolutely exquisite”.

You blushed deeply at those words. Granted, you haven’t had many relationships in which you had felt desired, but right now, with Roger’s eyes on you felt you could do no wrong with him.

“So, I gather you like it?”, you asked shyly. You weren’t altogether used to receiving compliments like that so this was an entirely new experience for you.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind you and place a soft kiss on your lips. “I absolutely love it love, but I would love it even more if it were off of you, want to get on the bed for me love?”

You nodded slowly and lay on your back on top of the sheets. Roger never took his eyes off of you as he removed his jacket and shoes and made his way towards the bed.

“Now that’s not at all fair, now is it?”, you bit your lip as he crawled on top of you.

“All comes in good time Y/N”, he whispered against your lips, “this night is all about you and I want to make you feel good, is that OK with you?”

You nodded as you slowly stroke his beard-covered jaw and pecked him softly on his lips. “More than ok Rog, I love you”.

"I love you so much Y/N", he whispered softly before kissing you with so much fervour you gasped against his lips, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth.

His fingers tickled your side as they travelled upwards to cup your breast. You couldn’t help but moan as he grazed your lace-covered nipple with his thumb at the same time he sucked a mark on your collarbone. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at the thought of him hearing you. Sensing the shift in the air he looked up at you in amusement.

“Please love, don’t be embarrassed”, he spoke softly, “let me hear you, let me know how good I make you feel”.

“I will”, you said quietly as he reached behind your back and unclasped your bra.

“Is it ok if I do this love?”

You let your fingers slide down his chest.

“Only if I get to remove something off you too Rog”.

He seemed hesitant for a moment but agreed, nonetheless. You slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, all while never looking away from his penetrating gaze. You grazed the hem of the tank top and looked up in silent confirmation to take it off too, to which he nodded in consent.

With the tank top removed you could finally see him in all his glory. You let your hand graze up and down his arm, mesmerized by all the colourful tattoos etched into his skin.

“Gorgeous”, you whispered as you looked up at him.

A sentimental look crossed his face before leaning down and capturing your lips in a chaste kiss.

“My turn now”, he murmured as he unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere on the floor.

“Fucking beautiful Y/N”, he said as he enveloped one breast in his hand and slowly rolled a nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck….”, you breathed.

“Feel good love?”, he asked to which you bit your lip and nodded.

“How about this?”, he continued as he leaned forward and took one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked on it carefully.

“Fuck Rog…. don’t stop”, you moaned, feeling the outline of his still clothed member pressing up against you as you bucked up at him.

“Want me to touch you love?”, he whispered, his mouth still pressed against your breast. His hand was rubbing slow circles on your lower tummy, close to where you wanted him to be but not close enough yet. Up till now this was the most intimate thing the two of you had ever done together, but you trusted Roger in knowing how to make you feel good. So, in a bold move you took his hand in yours and placed it exactly where you wanted him to be.

“Has anyone touched you here before?”, Roger asked as he started rubbing slow circles on your still lace-covered clit with his thumb.

You nodded silently, not trusting your voice to speak.

“And did they make you feel good?”, he continued as he pressed down a little harder on your clit.

You shook your head again in silence, and gasped as his fingers slipped below the waistband of your panties and slipped through your folds, “want me to make you feel good love?”

“Please….”, you croaked out.

With your permission, he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your legs.

Now you were entirely naked in front of him and you had ever felt more exposed than you did right now, and you hugged your chest to preserve what little modesty you had.

“Don’t ever hide that beautiful body from me Y/N”, he said, his voice sounded hoarse. “Please don’t”, he said again and gently pulled your arms away from your body.

Your body heated up under his gaze as you relaxed against the cushions again and he settled in between your legs.

“If you want me to stop at any given moment, you’ll tell me ok?”

You nodded and bit your lip as he slightly spread your legs.

“So wet for me already”, he whispered as he slid a finger through your folds and brought it up to his lips to suck on the digit. You watched him intensely as he licked your wetness off his fingers and if biology worked that way, you could’ve come from that alone.

He pressed his finger against your folds again and slowly circled your entrance with it before slowly sliding a finger inside.

“How does this feel love?”, he asked as slowly started to pump his finger in and out of your pussy.

“Weird….”, you panted, “but good”.

“Want to try another finger?”

Before you could say anything you felt a second finger pressing up your entrance and after a little prodding his second finger joined the first one inside of you.

 “Better now?”, he smiled as his finger pressed a little deeper inside of you.

 “So full”, you moaned, “but so good”.

“Have you ever been licked down there before love?”

 You shook your head in embarrassment. Your previous boyfriend always wanted you to go down on them, but you never gotten returned the favour.

 “Do you want me to? If you don’t it’s fine but I have to tell you it’s my favourite way to get women off”, he winked.

 “I want to try”, you said quietly and with that Roger settled between your legs and licked a slow stripe from where his fingers moved in and out of your pussy all the way to your clit.

 “Ahh….. god”, you moaned at the new sensation as you bucked your hips up against his face, wanting more.

Roger said nothing but kept licking through your folds, both his tongue and his fingers kept an alternate rhythm between them which drove you completely off the wall.

You didn’t know which way was up or down anymore and you couldn’t stop the string of moaned and curses falling from your lips.

“Ahh …. fuck…. don’t stop…Rog…. fuck”, you blabbered; you couldn’t even come up with a coherent sentence even if you wanted to.

 His beard tickling the inside of your thighs only heightened your senses and you couldn’t help but to let out a soft giggle.

This time Roger looked up from between your thighs, his lips glistening with your juices.

“What’s so funny love?”

“Your beard…. it tickles”, you giggled.

“Does this tickle love?”, he growled before latching his lips onto your clit and sucking on it hard.

Your giggly mood went as fast as it had come as his fingers took on a more relentless pace than before and the sucking on your clit intensified.

“God…. Rog…. I’m close…. I’m gonna….” you moaned as you grasped the sheets on the bed until your knuckles were almost completely white.

“Then go on love”, he murmured against your clit, “let yourself go love…. cum for me”.

With a particular twist of his fingers and him biting down on your clit, your world whited out as you fell over the edge.

You rode out your orgasm against his face and then sagged back into the pillows, completely blissed out.

When you opened your eyes again Roger was still lying down between your legs, the lower half of his face wet with all of your juices and you bit your lip as your cheeks heated up.

“So”, he started as he slowly rubbed your aching thighs, “was I any good?”

“The best”, you breathed out as you grasped his face between your hands and pressed your lips on to his. Although you had only just cum, the taste of your wetness on his lips made your lower regions tingle once more.

As you deepened the kiss and fumbled with his belt and the button of his pants. His hands stopped you as you tried to push his pants and underwear down his legs. You looked up at him confused.

“You don’t have to return the favour love, I wanted to do this for you”.

“Can I at least touch you?”, you asked carefully, although slightly relieved he didn’t pressure you into sucking him off. With his help you pushed his remaining articles of clothing from his body. As they joined your other clothes on the floor, you got a good chance to finally see all of Roger.

You gasped a little when you looked down at his cock. It wasn’t fairly long as far as you could see, but it was quite thick, and you weren’t exactly sure how it was gonna fit.

“It’s so big”, you whispered in awe as you reached out to touch it. Roger let out a low groan as you closed your hand around it, or at least tried to close your hand around it. It felt warm and it throbbed to the touch. Even though you weren’t up for sucking his cock yet, you imagined how it would once feel in your mouth.

You slowly started to move your hand up and down, making sure you twisted your hand a little when you came to the top. You slightly rubbed your thumb over the head of his cock and pressed down into the slit, which caused a bit of pre-come to emerge from the tip, which made his cock only slightly slicker to the touch.

You looked up at Roger and he had his eyes closed, head thrown back and soft pants were leaving his mouth.

“Fuck… Y/N you’re so good at this”, he groaned as he opened his eyes and gazed down upon you, his eyes tinted a dark shade of blue.

You felt slightly elevated at that comment, so you decided to speed up your hand on his cock.

“Fuck…. Y/N I’ll come if you keep this up”, he groaned and placed a hand on yours to halt your movements.

“I fucking loved your hand on my cock Y/N”, he spoke as he pressed you against the cushions again,” but right now I really want to make love to you”.

You swallowed as you slightly spread your legs to accommodate him.

“How do you want to do this love”, he spoke softly, “I know I’m clean but…”.

“I’m clean too Rog”, you assured him, “and I’m on the pill so don’t worry.

He smiled as he settled in between your legs; you felt his member press against your bare pussy, and you knew this was the moment, this was it.

He put up his arms next to your head, caging you in as it were, and tenderly pressed a kiss on your lips.

“You ready love?”, he whispered and as you nodded he slowly pressed against your entrance, and let out a groan as he pushed in.

You moaned against his lips as he pressed inside you bit by bit. You never had something so big inside of you before so you really didn’t know what you should think. It was good, but it was also a bit uncomfortable. As if he was able to sense your discomfort, Roger stilled inside of you and looked at you concerned.

“All right love?”

“Yeah, you panted, “just need to adjust a bit that’s all”.

“If it hurts, let me know and I’ll stop ok?”, he whispered as he pressed a loving kiss on your forehead.

He pressed in a little deeper with each small thrust until you felt his balls resting against you’re ass.

Even though you really didn’t do anything you were panting with exertion.

“You want to stop for a bit and adjust a little?”, he asked concerned as he stroke away a lock of hair from your sweaty forehead.

“Yeah…. uhmmm, it’s big”, you chuckled a little.

“I know love I’m sorry, it will feel good I promise you. I’m so happy you’re letting me do this, so proud of you doing this my love so proud”, he kept on murmuring as he pressed kisses all over my face, trying to make feel a little bit more at ease.

You didn’t know whether it was the intimate situation the two of you were in or if it was something else, but all of the sudden you felt really emotional, and you couldn’t help but to let a few tears escape from your eyes.

“Love what’s wrong?”, Roger asked. Looking up at him he looked really worried.

You shook your head, smiling. “Nothing Rog, it’s just, I’ve never been with someone who cares so much, respects me, loves me, and…. I’ve never cared so deeply for someone before and I love you so much and I guess…. It’s a little scary”, you chuckled.

“I promise you love”, Roger started as he kissed those few tears away, “I will never hurt you as much as those other guys did, I will promise you that”.

You reached up and slowly caressed his cheek. “I love you Rog”. “I love you to Y/N…. but is it ok if I move now”?

You pressed your lips against his in a silent agreement, “please Rog, make love to me”.

As he gently pulled out of you, you no longer felt uncomfortable or weird, but it felt strangely good and you could already feel the pressure building in your lower tummy. You groaned as he pressed in again, setting a slow but torturous pace, wanting to draw this feeling out and having him fuck you faster all at the same time.

“Fuck you’re so tight Y/N”, Roger groaned as he sucked another mark on your neck, slightly above the previous one.

You clawed at his back, to try and get some grip on the situation but it was to no avail. The slow drag of his cock inside you felt so good and you felt your second orgasm of the night creeping up on you.

“Roger…. faster… please”, you managed to get out as he slightly picked up the pace. He pressed a hard kiss against your mouth, but he was more panting into your mouth than anything else.

“Close?”, he whispered against your lips.

He growled as you clenched around him trying to edge him close to an orgasm as well. He moved one of his hand between your bodies and started rubbing fast circles on your clit, making you whine out in pleasure.

“Close….”, you moaned in his ear as you moved your hips in rhythm with him; your legs started to tremble with the strain and the onslaught of your orgasm, and you knew you were almost on the edge.

With a particularly hard trust of his cock and his fingers pressing hard against your clit you felt the second orgasm of the night wash over you, longer and more intense than the first one.

“Fuckkk….”, was all you managed as your body trembled uncontrollably with the force of the orgasm.

“Y/N I can’t… fuck”, Roger grunted as you clenched around him and only just a few seconds later he pressed his cock inside of you one more time and spilled his seed inside of you.

The both of you lay together in silence for a few minutes, trying to get your breathing under control.

“Fuck I’m no longer 25 that’s for sure”, he panted as he pushed himself up on his elbows again.

“Can’t compare but I’d say you still have it”, you chuckled as you lovingly pressed a kiss against his lips.

He pulled out slowly and you hiss with the drag of his cock against your now oversensitive insides.  You grimaced slightly as you felt his sticky cum leak out of you.

“Sorry”, he murmured apologetically, as he lay down on his back and pulled you up against him.

“Have I told you I love you?”, he spoke softly, slowly grazing his hand up and down your arm.

“More than once”, you replied as you pressed a kiss against his chest.

You felt your eyelids become heavy and you shifted down until your head was in the crook of his arm.

“Happy Birthday Rog”, you yawned as your eyelids fluttered close.

“Best birthday I’ve ever had.”

[forever-rogue]

Okay, Taylor

A/N: Hi guys! So here it is, some smut for y’all featuring our favorite drummer turned Santa, the one and only Roger Taylor. This is smut with plot, more or less, so I hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you guys think! Also, a friendly reminder, if you don’t the topic/concept/whatever, don’t read it! Also, minors, don’t read this! 10 bonus points to anyone who gets the title reference (although at this point, who doesn’t?)! I’ll stop rambling now so you can read, so get a snack and enjoy!

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader (intended to be present day Roger but can be read as 90s Roger!)

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: smut, this is like 65% smut, so you know, no minors (or I’ll be forced to block you, them’s the rules). Standard smut warnings – practice safe sex kids!

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You let out a small squeal of surprise as your foot stepped on yet another stray drumstick, and almost slipped onto the concrete floor. Luckily you caught yourself and grabbed onto a spare speaker nearby to steady your stance and not make contact with the hard ground.

"Spencer! I will absolutely kill you if you keep leaving your stupid dumb sticks everywhere!" you shouted out in exasperation as you bent over picked up the single, lonely drumstick. Spencer was notorious for accidentally leaving his spare drumsticks everywhere, and all of you had tripped and slipped on one at someone point; he himself had almost broken a wrist slipping on one but he never learned. Every time there was a near accident, he swore he'd change his ways, but you all knew he'd never actually change, and this was just more proof of that.

You leaned against the speaker and examined it, quickly coming to the conclusion that it actually didn't belong to Spencer at all...not unless he'd changed to his name to-

"I think that belongs to me," the delicate but gruff voice cut through your inner monologue, causing you to jump slightly. You ran your finger over the engraved name, letting it sit silently on your tongue as you looked up and locked eyes with none other than Roger Taylor.

There was a bemused little smirk playing on his features, his ocean eyes twinkling. You tried to come up with some sort of smart witty response, much as you tended to do, but instead you found yourself wordlessly staring at him. Roger seemed to notice your hesitation, and held out his hand expectantly, and you somehow managed to muster up the courage to hand it over to him, hand shaking slightly.

"Thank you love," he took it from you, making sure to shoot you a quick wink, which just left you more speechless than before. There was something about his cool demeanor that left you bothered, how cocky he seemed without doing much of anything. Then again, what else would you have expected from Roger Taylor, after all? Just before he turned around to walk away, you seemed to find your voice, invigorated by the little exchange you just had. 

"Maybe you shouldn't just leave everything lying around," you managed to choke, wanting to slap yourself for how lame it sounded out loud. He turned on his heel, an eyebrow raised at you. You rolled your eyes at him, trying to keep your cool girl facade at play,  "I could have hurt myself."

"But you didn't," he responded, making it a point to tuck the stick into his back pocket. You found your eyes glued to him, watching every moment and studying him closely. You were in the presence of a legend, and all you found yourself doing was shamelessly checking him out...all while trying to sass him. Typical, you sighed internally to yourself.

“But I could have,” you rebutted, trying not to give into whatever hold he had over you, “and that’s what matters. And besides, how hard is it to keep track of drumsticks!? You drummers are all the same, I swear.”

Attempting to make a dramatic exit and feeling a rush of adrenaline, you turned on your heel and went to go back to your dressing room. You knew, let’s be honest, you both knew you were playing it up with the theatrics, but Roger wasn’t about to stop you. Just as you tired to make your exit, your heel caught the back of your dress, causing you to stumble and almost fall once again. Not exactly what you had intended to do as you attempted to appear cool and collected. You heard Roger doing a horrible job of holding back a laugh as he came over to make sure you were okay.

“Alright, kid?” he asked as he gave you the once over, noticed the embarrassed look on your face, his eyes lingering just slightly longer than necessary on your figure.

“I’m not a kid,” you huffed in response as brushed the heel mark away from your dress. You hadn’t even played yet, and you were already messing everything up, “I’m a grown woman- “

“Hmm,” he remarked as he trailed behind you, his eyes practically boring holes into your skin. No one usually made you feel this shy and timid, no woman or man, but here he was, barely any words uttered and he had you in the palm of his hand. He had to know what he was doing, what kind of power he possessed; after a lifetime of getting what he wanted you were sure he was just playing the game, “seem like one to me. Aren’t you part of the band that’s opening for us?”

“We’re not opening for you,” you immediately snapped, blood boiling with the beginnings of annoyance and rage. Ever since your band’s gig had been announced, all you heard was oh lovely, you’re opening for Queen! It wasn’t that you were opening for Queen, it was just that you happened to be playing immediately before them…which you supposed was a lot like opening for them, but you weren’t going to let him have this one, “we’re playing before you, that’s all.”

“So…like opening?” he was thoroughly enjoying teasing you, and watching you get flustered was clearly what he was after. He’d spotted you sometime before, when you had first arrived at the venue, and you had caught his attention, and his eye. There was something about you, your demeanor, your laugh, the smile, everything that had drawn him to you, so he had silently watched you while you rehearsed. He’d heard about you before, and was curious to actually meet you in person. You had turned out to be much, much, better than expected. You reminded him of himself in some ways, but whatever you possessed was definitely undeniable, and he was curious to know more. Maybe the rogue drumstick had turned out to be a happy little accident after all.

“No,” you reiterated as your hands went to your hips and attempted to give him a firm look. It was hard though, and your mind was already overflowing with all sorts of thoughts, some more infinitely more promiscuous than others. Sure, he was a man more than double your age, but this was Roger Taylor after all, the man, the myth, and the legend himself, and that made all the rules fly out the window. You wanted what you wanted and right now you wanted nothing more than him. But you quickly pulled yourself out of your thoughts and snapped back into reality, “you know there are other bands than Queen. We’re doing quite alright for ourselves. So no, we’re not opening for you lot. You’re merely closing for us.”

“An interesting view of things,” he reached up and stroked his beard and it became an incredible struggle for you to remain composed, “think of it however you want, sweetheart, we all know what the people think. What do you even play…or attempt to play?”

Your mouth dropped open at his sheer audacity, but you reminded yourself to keep your cool and to play the game, his little game, which if you were being honest with yourself you were beginning to quite enjoy. You smirked slightly, “I actually play the bass.”

“Not many female bass players around are there?”

“There are,” you narrowed your eyes at him, “you just have to know where to look. Besides, all the easy jobs had already been filled. Doesn’t take much to sit behind a kit and bang around does it?’

A grin stretched across his features as he realized what you had said. Your cheeks heated up as you realized what you had said, a true Freudian Slip if you’ve ever heard one before. You stared intently at the ground and wished you’d never even opened your mouth, while hoping the ground would somehow open and swallow you up. Roger took a step closer, daring to reach over and put his hand under your chin and turned your face up so you were looking directly at him.

“Trust me, love, I’ve been banging around for a long time,” every word was chosen with clear, deliberate intention, “I know what I’m doing. If you ever want to learn a thing or two, let me know.”

He pulled back, a self-satisfied little grin on his face as he studied your reaction. You were dumbfounded, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and surprise, and intrigue. But you quickly chastised yourself when you realized what you were doing, and decided it was high time for your departure, “I-I, ugh, I’ve got to go. Gotta…gotta find the rest of my idiots.”

“Goodbye Y/N,” he sing-sang after you, and paused, realizing he knew your name. He knew exactly who you were, you were sure of it. You let out a small groan as you kept walking, your heels on the concrete, the only sound in the open space, “I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“Okay, Taylor,” was the only thing that left your mouth as rolled your eyes and walked away, casually, or so you hoped it was casual, throwing him the bird over your shoulder. It was almost shocking the magnitude of the effect he had on you. You were already sure you were going to have throw back a few drinks and take someone home that night just to get rid of all the feelings you were currently experiencing. Shaking your head, you murmured to yourself, “cocky bastard.”

“Y/N?” Spencer jumped out of the dressing room as you walked back, the smile on his face wavering slightly when he noticed the expression on yours. He reached for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as you reluctantly came to a halt, “hey, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” your voice climbed about an octave as you tried to keep your cool, but failed miserably.

“Oh?” he didn’t seem convinced as he dropped your hand and waited for an explanation, “I thought I heard your sweet tones shouting for me earlier?”

“Nope,” you lied, quickly trying to think of a way out of the conversation, “you must be hearing things, really should get your hearing checked one of these days.”

“My hearing is fine,” he pursed his lips, wondering what had suddenly gotten into you. You had been fine earlier, the picture of excitement and now you seemed like a deer in headlights, “now spill. I haven’t seen you get nervous before a show in absolute ages.”

“Umm,” you tugged at the fine fabric that was near your chest, an anxious feeling setting over you. What were you supposed to tell him? Oh, I just met Roger Fucking Taylor and I’m pretty sure he was hitting on me? And I liked it? And now all I’m thinking about is shagging him? Not an option, so you settled for the age old, “I just need some air.”

“I’ll come with you-”

“No!” you almost shouted and he held his hands in the air, signaling that he meant no harm with his comment. You let out a long breath, and put your hand on his shoulder and attempted to give him a reassuring smile, “I’m sorry. I’m just...a little all over the place. It’s a big night, and we haven’t had worked back to back with a band as big as Queen before. I guess it is just making me a little nervous.”

“Are you sure that’s all it is?” he wasn’t convinced but could tell that you didn’t want to expand on the subject just yet. You nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile, “be back soon. James wants to rehearse some more before showtime.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine, it’ll be a few minutes,” you promised him, turning around and heading back before he changed his mind and decided to ask more questions, “I’ve got my phone in the meantime, you know, if anything falls apart in the next like fifteen minutes.”

“Roger that,” Spencer said innocently and you had a moment of pause. Of course, everything was going to come back to Roger right now, “see you soon.”

“Yup,” you flashed him a peace sign as you headed for the back exit of the building, away from any prying eyes or fans that had decided to arrive early. 

What you didn’t know was that Roger had decided to follow you, just for curiosity’s sake, and had seen your interaction with Spencer. It was interesting for him to see the effect he had on you, without even having to try very hard. 

“Still got it,” he whispered to himself as he headed back to his own dressing room. He found Brian in there, sitting and reading the newspaper; he only flicked his eyes up for a brief second at Roger’s return.

“And just what are you on about?” Brian asked as he flicked the page and continued reading.

“Nothing,” Roger lied as he flopped onto the couch and let out a long groan, “just checking everything out and making sure it’s all in order.”

“Is that so?” he almost choked with a bit of laughter.

“Of course.”

“Never known you to be so proactive,” Brian still wasn’t looking at Roger, for which he was immensely thankful because he was sure his face would have a deep crimson hue by this point, “thought that was my job.”

“Consider it me taking on a new task,” Roger coughed loudly and hoped Brian would drop the subject. He should have known that his best friend of almost fifty years would read him like a book. 

“I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks,” Brian joked and set the paper down, “shall we go and rehearse for a bit?”

“O-of course,” he agreed, hoping it wouldn’t lead to any awkward interactions. Here he was, a grown man, reduced to a shy mess of boy all because of you.

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You were sweaty, thoroughly sweaty from the bright lights of the stage, but the rush of adrenaline still flowing through your veins far outweighed anything else. You had just finished playing, taking a much a deserved vote now at the end before rushing off stage, heart thumping and feeling like you were walking on air. There was nothing like the rush and thrill of performing for a huge crowd of people and actually doing well, leaving them wanting more.

“That was amazing!” Spencer, looking just as worn out as you, came over and threw his arm around you, “but look we did it lads!”

“I think this means it’s time to celebrate,” Mikey suggested, earning a whoop of agreement from Spencer and a fervent nod from James. All the thoughts from earlier about how you could get some… stress relief came flooding back to you and your whole body tensed as you forced a smile onto your face. But truth be told, you didn’t want to go out and find just anyone, you wanted what you wanted and at that point what you wanted was Roger Taylor.

“Bar crawl?” not one of Spencer’s brighter ideas and you quickly shot him a glare and he just raise his hands innocently. The other two seemed to be in agreement, and you were left as the odd man out.

“You know,” you stated off quietly, everyone’s eyes immediately landing on you, “I don’t actually feel very well. My stomach’s pretty upset and just icky. I think I’m going to sit this one out.”

“Are you sure? This was a huge night-”

“Really,” you insisted, trying to dispel their inquiries, “it’s just me. You guys go and have fun. Do it for me? Please?”

“If you’re sure,” Mikey eyed you curiously. It wasn’t like you to sit something out, especially not when it came to a good party, “well, let us know if you need anything.”

"Not sure if any of you will be in good places to be helping me,” you shot them a wink and they nodded in understanding, “but seriously, go and have fun. I’m just going to head back to the hotel.”

“I guess we’ll see you in the morning,” James gave you a quick hug as you urged them to leave and let you be alone with your thoughts. You made a show of pushing them away, reminding them again that nothing was wrong. If they hadn’t been so caught up in the moment, they probably would have questioned your behavior more, especially considering that this wasn’t like you.

“Bye boys!” you gave them a big wave as they headed off and you slowly made your way back to your dressing room. You had already made it up in your mind that you were going to shower and dress and then hang around to watch Queen’s set. No harm would come from innocently, or perhaps not so not innocently, watching them perform, right?

You had weighed the pros and cons of every possible outcome multiple times, which had left you torn and divided. What if you had read all the signs wrong and he wasn’t actually interested? What if he was just being friendly and you imagined what you wanted to hear? What if you were totally out of line and ended up making a fool out of yourself? That idea made you want to curl up an die. But what if you had been reading everything correctly? What if he lusted after you just as much as you lusted after him? What if, what if, what if...

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You thought about hanging around as Queen went on and wishing them good luck, making sure to sneak in a few coy glances at Roger, but when the time had come for it, you talked yourself down and decided not to push the envelope. After all, there really was no need to expose yourself in front of the whole band and half the band.

Instead you had pushed past all the personnel and made a hasty escape for your dressing room, slamming the door and locking it as soon as you got in. You leaned against the door and let out a few long breaths as you tried to calm yourself down and get regain your composure. Walking over to the mirror, you studied your face; your hair was wild and makeup long beyond salvageable, eyes wild but tired. 

Lucky for you, a bathroom was attached and you stripped off your clothing and turned on the shower, setting the water to almost scalding. Letting it heat up, you started singing to yourself and tried to keep your mind focused on only one thing: getting clean and then getting back to the hotel. You were just going to remain in your room, watching cheesy romantic comedies while eating ice cream and whatever other sweets you could get your hands on. That was your brilliant plan – you would stay out of trouble and away from prying eyes.

“What could go wrong?” you mused to yourself as you stepped into the steady stream of water, letting it soak into your skin. You let out a long sigh, thankful for the pressure on your tired body. You closed your eyes and let the water runoff, slowly lathering up for your hair and body with soap, making sure each inch of skin was clean. The hardest part was trying to keep your thoughts from wandering back to Roger. How his hands would feel washing your body, with hands that looked both delicate and rough, how it’d feel if he was washing your hair for you. You had a feeling he’d be gentle, almost overly cautious, but would turn and be rough without a moment of hesitation, pinning you against the wall and kissing you all over.

“Fuck,” you groaned to yourself as you opened your eyes and aggressively started to wash the suds from your hair, “get it together, Y/N. It’s just Roger Taylor, no big deal. You can have anyone, just not him. Drop it.”

You gave yourself your little pep talk as you finished your shoulder, more than ever with yourself. Stepping out, you toweled yourself off and changed into your comfortable clothes, a simple pair of leggings, a t shirt, and your trusty beat up Converse. Packing your stuff up, you decided to exit through the back and make your way to your hotel room. Glancing at your phone, you said that some time had already passed; you were in the shower much longer than you had thought, and was necessary, almost scrubbing yourself raw.

You poked your head out and looked both ways down the seemingly abandoned hallway, relieved that no one was going to stop you or question you. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you stepped out and let the door close behind you, slowly making your way out. And you were almost home free, when you heard the distinct squeak of shoes behind you.

“And just where are you going, love?” you knew that love so well already, it didn’t take more than a few milliseconds before you realized who it was. Part of you thought about walking away and just ignoring him, leaving him in the dust, but you knew you couldn’t. You were well beyond that point by now. Turning on your heel, you turned around to face Roger and shrugged your shoulders silently. A smirk was playing on his lips, “leaving so soon?”

“Show’s over,” you tired to keep the conversation short, hoping he would show you some mercy, “no reason to stick around.”

“Where’s the rest of your lads?” he stepped a little closer and you see that he was testing the waters to see how you would respond. You remained steadfast, your eyes never leaving his.

“Out,” you answered, a shiver of excitement running through your bones, “and I’m…doing the same.”

“Out for a night on town?’

“Out for a night that’s none of your business,” you felt bold and there was a smirk working it’s way onto your face as you gave him the sassiest expression you could muster up. Your resolve went out the window as your decided to play his game, to see which one of you would break first and gave in. Or perhaps neither of you would.

“Hmm,” he made a noncommittal sound as he now stood before you, scrutinizing every inch of you, “you’ve got a quiet the fiery streak, don’t you? I’m sure your mouth must get you in trouble a lot.”

“It usually gets me out of trouble,” you teased, playing along with his dangerous game. The tension, sexually charged,  and so thick you could cut it with a knife was driving you crazy. You could tell he sucked in his breath at your comment,  “but that’s another story. Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you around, Mr. Taylor.”

“Y/N,” he almost died as his named rolled off your tongue, emphasizing the Mister just in the right manner. You wanted for him to go on, but he seemed at a loss for words, instead reaching over and tucking a strand of stray hair behind your ear. He lingered, waiting to see if you would chide him, but you didn’t; instead you leaned closer to him, so there were only mere inches between the two of you.

“Taylor,” you whispered again, waiting for him to do something, anything, afraid your body might burst otherwise. He searched for your eyes for permission for a moment, which you eagerly granted him, before he pulled you into his body and crashed his lips onto yours. He was urgent in his actions, and so were you, feeling more like drunken uni students fumbling around awkwardly than two grown adults.

“Come with me?” he asked once you pulled apart, chests heaving rapidly. Biting your lip, you nodded and let him take your hand, letting him lead you. Almost every fiber of your being was screaming at you to stop and come to your senses, but in that moment you didn’t care. All you wanted was Roger. Roger, Roger, Roger.

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“We shouldn’t-“ was all you managed to get out as Roger’s lips momentarily left yours so he could open the door to his own hotel room. He quickly pulled you in and slammed the door shut behind you, wasting not a moment before pinning you against the wall and letting his lips roam the soft exposed skin of your neck. His hands wandered your body, stopping at the waistband of your leggings as his fingers brushed against the flesh of your hips. Your hands were wrapped around his neck as you gently tugged at his hair. He paused just long enough to bring his face to yours and give you a quick peck on the lips.

“Why?’ he asked, his voice different from usual, deeper and slightly huskier, “because I’m old enough to be your father?”

“No,” you reassured him, staring at his lips, admiring how plump and bruised they already were. You took advantage of the moment and kissed him this time, “that doesn’t matter to me…”

“Then what is it?” his grip loosened slightly as he wondered if he should stop completely; he wasn’t going to push you if you weren’t ready to go on, or wanted him to stop.

“We barely know each other,” you were suddenly feeling shy, much more shy than you had anticipated. It wasn’t like Roger was just some man, he was Roger after all, “maybe we shouldn’t just be acting like horny teenagers.”

“I know who you are,” he reassured you, taking a hand and gently running his fingertips over your cheekbone, “I knew who you were the moment I saw you, and I assume, and perhaps I’m just a cocky old bastard, you know who I am? But if you want to, I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want.”

“I…” you dropped your arms from around his neck, biting back little bits of laughter that were bubbling up at the reality of the situation. Here you were, in the hotel room of a legend and you were possibly turning him down. What a tangled web we weave you thought to yourself, as you slid from under his arms and walked over to the bed. You shot him a wink before lifting your arms and pulling off your shirt, tossing it to the side, feeling exposed and vulnerable, “when you’re ready come and get it.”

“You are a cheeky little thing, aren’t you?” Roger stripped of his jacket and threw it in the pile with your shirt, before coming over to and using one hand to firmly grasp your waist while the other went to your back, quickly and expertly undoing your bra. It fell down your arms and threw it off completely, nervous with anticipation. He grinned at you before softly whispering, “don’t be shy, you’re gorgeous.”

Your felt your whole body warm up at his words, the tingling between your legs only increasing as his mouth wander your neck and collarbones, nipping just delicately enough to know he would be leaving marks for everyone to see. He pushed you gently onto the soft, plush bed, one hand hovering near the waistband while his other fondled your breast and his mouth placed biting wet kisses onto your skin. You were already working hard to bite back your moans, biting your lower lip so hard you were sure you’d draw blood.

“You can let go,” Roger stopped his actions for just a moment as he noticed the struggle on your face. He brought his hand to your mouth, tracing it along your lip to get you to stop biting so hard. Your lips parted almost instantly and you grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them for a moments before guiding his hand down your body and under the waistband of your leggings, and setting it right where you needed him to touch you most. His eyes light up when he realized you weren’t wearing panties, “it’s almost like you were expecting this to happen, isn’t it?”

“It’s always good to be prepared,” you countered, pulling him back down to your lips as he started to explore your heat, amazed by how wet you already were. In all honesty, it hadn’t taken much, especially since you’d been on edge from him all day. He took his free hand and grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. You could see that his eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown out. You struggled against him momentarily, more out of habit than anything else, and he tutted at you, stopping his ministrations briefly.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided, “only good girls who listen get what they want. Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes,” you spat out immediately, moving your hips ever so slightly he would continue touching your soaked core, “please...Mr. Taylor.”

“Tell me what you want,” his voice was almost a growl in your ear as he delicately nibbled at your lobe. You thought about just teasing him more, but you didn’t think it was possible to hold out at this point.

“You,” you moaned as he took your nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it, “Jesus Christ.”

“No, just Roger,” he teased, smirking at the response he got from.

“Okay, Taylor,” you made a sound somewhere between a moan and groan, “fuck. Just make me cum, that’s all I want.”

“See, you can be a good girl,” he smirked as he ran a few fingers delicately over your clit, just enough to put some pressure there, but not enough to give you want you needed. You bucked against him slightly, a silent plea for him to go faster. Just when you thought he was going to appease you, he pulled his hand away and crossed his arms over his chest, “someone’s eager.”

“Someone hasn’t been fucked in a while,” you huffed at him. You sat up and pulled him towards by the labels of his shirt, making quick work of undoing all of the buttons, “and someone else is wearing too much clothing still.”

“Am I?” he was playing coy and it riled you up even more as you basically tore the bottom half of his shirt and let it join the growing pile of clothing. He tugged, ever so slightly impatiently at your waistband. You put your hands on top of his and guided them, finally pulling your leggings in the process.

Suddenly so naked and vulnerable, you looked away, almost refusing eye contact with the drummer. He cupped your cheek, gentle as all could be and turned your face to his, “don’t be shy, love, you’re beautiful.”

You made a small sound but nodded in understanding, comforted by his change in demeanor. He moved so he was positioned between your legs, fingertips grazing over the supple skin of your inner thighs, getting close, but not close enough, to your core.

“Are you just to tease me all evening?” you joked and in response he spread your legs further apart and started to kiss all over legs, your skin searing every place he touched with his lips. You moaned at his touch and arched your back. Your hands went to his head as you tried to press him closer to your core, encouraging him to go faster.

You could feel him practically grinning against you as he licked long, slow strips along your folds, taking time to suck on your clit. His soft hums combined with the sound of your obscene wetness was almost enough to set you over the edge, and this time you didn’t bother to try and cover up your moans.

He took your legs and put them around his shoulders and you instantaneously wrapped them tightly around him almost like a vice grip, trying to keep him in place. At this point you don’t care if you were hurting him, you were experiencing such bliss and pleasure. He definitely knew what he was doing, that much was obvious.

“Please don’t stop,” you managed to get out in between your moans, your toes curling as you got closer and closer to the edge. He paused momentarily, his eyes meeting yours as he took one of his arms and placed it over your hips to keep you pinned in place. You pouted at him, but he only placed a few kisses along your abdomen in response, “Roger, please…”

“Please what?” he looked so full of himself as he watched your try to catch your breath. The sight of him between your legs, beard lightly glistening with your wetness was a sight to behold; part of you wished you could share it with the world, but you were also glad for the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“I can just finish the job myself,” you suggested innocently, but he adopted a steely look in his eyes as he just shook his head before diving back into you; clearly he had other plans for you.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he brought a few of his long fingers to your entrance, coating them thoroughly in your juices before inserting them little by little to ensure you were comfortable. Your squeezed your eyes shut ar the combined sensation of his mouth and expertly curled fingers, coming undone more with each passing second.

Your hands balled up in the sheets as you writhed under Roger, feeling the familiar warmth spreading from your core throughout your entire body. Your mouth fell open in a silent O as Roger worked you though you orgasm, lapping at you like a man getting his first meal in ages. He made sure to lap up every last bit of your juices, before pulling back, but not before nipping at skin between your legs and leaving a few lovebites for your eyes only.

Once you came back down from your high you pulled him to your lips, and kissed him with renewed vigor, tasting yourself on his lips.

“Not too bad, huh?” he joked as he admired your flushed face and sheen that coated your entire body.

“I guess not too bad for an old man,” you gave him a wink as you reached for his belt, just now noticing how hard he was, his erection straining against the fabric. He let out a low groan as you purposely brushed your hand against him, giving him a gentle squeeze, “need a hand with that?”

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” he warned you, although you both knew at this point that you were fully invested in him. You jokingly rolled your eyes at him, making a show of unbuttoning his pants, dragging the zipper down millimeter by millimeter. He all but groaned in frustration as he kicked off his pants, left in only his boxers. You could see that he was more girthy than long, but licked your lips nonetheless, already wondering how good he was going to feel inside of you.

You palmed him through the thin fabric, amazed by the power you held over him with the simple action. He subconsciously bucked his hips into your hand, and you noticed the wet spot that was already forming.

“Eager are we?” you echoed his earlier words and Roger was so far gone all he could do was nod and let a small guttural sound escape past his lips. He was getting needier and needier and you enjoyed every moment of it.

Deciding you had tortured him enough, especially after he had been so good to you, you slid down his boxers and let his weeping erection free.

He hissed at the sudden change of sensation but his focus was quickly back on you as you looked back at him with wide innocent doe eyes. You grabbed his shaft with one hand, taking some of his pre-cum and spreading it along his length.

“Not so bad, huh?” you just had to play the game, “want to see what this mouth can do?”

“Please?” it was turn to become desperate and needy. You decided to oblige him, swirling your tongue over his tip, and playing with balls at the same time. He closed his ocean eyes as he muttered a slew of curses under his breath at your actions.

Eventually you started taking more and more of him into our mouth, licking and sucking him off as if your life depended on it. As he got more desperate, you let him set the pace, tapping on his thighs to let him know it was okay to fuck your mouth harder.

It was a sight to behold: Roger looming over you as his hands became tangled in your hair, forcing your face down harder. Eventually the only sound in the room were his soft moans and your light gagging as he started to hit the back of your throat. A few tears streamed down your face, but he was still paying enough attention to reach down and wipe them away. You felt him twitch in your mouth, knowing he was going to cum soon.

“Mouth?” he asked and you did your best to nod. His thrusts started to become more erratic and sloppy and it was only a few more moments before he let out a strangled sound and came, hot ropes of cum coating the insides of your mouth.

He had a few thrusts left in him before he all but collapsed next to you. You swallowed what he had given you, and showed him your clean mouth before taking him back into your mouth and cleaning him off as best as you could, like a kitty cat lapping up its milk.

“You’re amazing,” Roger said as you laid down next to him, brushing your hair out of your face as he studied your fucked out expression. You leaned over and captured his lips in a kiss and stayed like that for a moments, basking in the afterglow.

“I’ve been told that a few times,” you laughed as you trailed your fingers along his chest, tracing the tattoos that littered his skin. Part of you still couldn’t believe you were here, in bed with the one and only Roger Taylor. But the ache between your legs that was still there and the light bruises that covered your skin reminded you that it was very real.

Roger propped himself up so he was leaning over you and dragged his hand languidly over the curves of your body. It was like he was the sculptor and you his muse; it was an intimate moment, a stark contrast to what you had just done.

He trailed a few we kisses along your shoulder and you could feel that he already half hard again. Your eyes fluttered closed under touch and you gripped his bicep tightly, “do you want to…”

“Yes,” he whispered as he worked his way down your body, his lips making sure to capture every inch of your skin as he tried to memorize the feel the of your skin, your taste, and touch. It had been a long time since you had been with anyone, let alone someone that worshiping your body in the same way he was. It was better than anything before, and you right now all could focus on was his touch, and how he picked up on every tiny reaction you gave him.

“Roger,” you sighed contently as he grabbed a pillow and put it under your hips to make sure you were comfortable. He stopped, wondering if he had done something wrong, but when he saw the lusty look in your eyes, which were definitely bedroom eyes by now, he was reassured that you definitely didn’t want him to stop.

“Yes, love?” he asked as he delicately spread your legs grazing a few fingers over aching core, amazed by how wet you were one again, “everything alright?”

“Of course,” you reassured him, leaning up quickly and giving him a soft kiss, “I don’t think anyone’s ever been this good to me.” 

“You must not have been with many good men then,” he joked and you just gave him a look that said something along the lines of obviously, and he let out a small laugh. You liked his laugh a lot, you had already decided and wondered if this was the one and only opportunity you’d have to hear it. Part of you already accepted that reality, but part of you really hoped that it wouldn’t become reality, “years of experience, love. Comes in handy.”

“Maybe I should stick with old men,” you laughed, but were quickly stopped as he rubbed your swollen clit with renewed vigor. A gasp flowed from your mouth as you let him continue his handiwork. He watched you for a few moments, making sure to get you riled up before he took his hand away and started to stroke himself, a devilish little grin on his face, “Rog!”

“Need something?” he joked and you both burst out in a fit of giggles. It was nice to have an experience where someone wasn’t just drilling into you in order to their experience their own release, but one were you meant to experience pleasure too. Sex didn’t always have to be serious, and you were pleased with how well he rolled with the punches and that he didn’t take himself too seriously.

“Duh, Taylor,” you jokingly groaned at him, “I’m going to need you to get inside me before I explode.”

“Good girls ask nicely,” he reminded you, full of himself and loving every moment of it.

“What if I’m done being a good girl?” you arched an eyebrow at him, taking your hand and slowly inching towards your heat, ready to tease him by all means necessary, “what if I want to be bad?”

“Do bad girls get to cum too?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” you asked, taking a finger and gathering some of your own wetness and examining it intently. He reached for your hand, a firm grasp on your wrist as brought your fingers to his mouth and licked them all clean, and you almost came from that sight alone.

“I suppose they do,” he acquiesced, moving to slowly line himself up at your entrance, your body silently screaming at him to hurry up. He paused for a moment, suddenly remembering he didn’t have a condom, “ugh...”

‘Just get in me,” you almost hissed through your desire, “I’m on birth control, and right now I really, really just need you to fuck me.”

Roger didn’t waste any more time before slowly pushing into you, taking time to make sure you had a moment to adjust to him. You made a small content sound, hands gripping onto his arms as he fully sheathed himself into you, a moan of satisfaction coming from him as well. He filled you up perfectly, in a way no one else had before and it make you wonder why it had taken so long to find me him.

“You take me so well, love,” he breathed out as he showered you in kisses, struggling to keep from just fucking you senseless then and there. You grinned back at him, practically glowing under him, “feel so good.”

“Please move,” you whispered back at him, “gonna need you to actually, ya know, fuck me.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for me to just bang you around?”

“I thought you said you knew what you were doing?” 

“Don’t be mad at me when you can’t walk properly tomorrow,” he joked and as you were about to make a smart remark, he pulled back out before slamming back into you, and knocking any coherent thought out of your brain.

You were lost to words, and decided to let him fuck you however he was since he was the expert after all. Roger set a brutal place, slamming into you repeatedly as he muttered various curses under his breath at how good you were. The bed was knocking into the wall, and you were sure that the neighbors in the next room were thoroughly annoyed, but you were so far gone you didn’t care.

You watched to reach between your bodies to touch yourselves, but Roger took your hand and swatted it away, replacing it with his own. He continued to pound into you, all the while rubbing your throbbing bundle of nerves as he kissed you as best as he could. It was somewhat of a chaotic mess, but you didn’t care; you were experiencing sensations and pleasures you never had before. You were hoping Roger was as well, and judging by the expression on his face and how he moaned, you were sure he was too. 

‘‘m not gonna last,” he said as his started to get a little less coordinated and more sloppy with his thrusts. You nodded, feeling him twitch inside you, and the light tinging feeling started to grow within your own bones.

“Cum inside me,” it wasn’t a question, but rather a demand and it spurred him onto finishing. He hissed through gritted teeth as he gave you a few more thrusts, making sure to get as deep inside you as possible before finally stopping and releasing himself. He must have had the magic touch, or some sort of skill, because he was able to make you experience your second orgasm at the same time. You legs started to shake as you felt him coat your insides, his hand not feeling you as he worked you both through your orgasms. 

“Je-sus,” he groaned as he slowly pulled out of you, admiring your tired and thoroughly fucked out form underneath him. You opened your eyes and let out a small laugh as he went to fetch a was cloth to clean you off with.

“No,” you said as he came back over to you, “just Y/N.”

“Aha,” he snorted as you realized what you had done, “funny, beautiful, and good in bed? The power you must have possess over all poor mortal souls.”

“That power is surprisingly zero,” you said as he wiped away the cum that had slowly leaked out of you and himself before tossing the cloth onto the floor. He climbed back into bed and laid next to you, pulling the blankets over your still naked bodies. He turned to face you, fingers ghosting over the light bruising he was already immensely proud of.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“It’s the truth!” you insisted, but he just shook his head. You bit your lip as you realized that now that the deed was done, it was probably time for you to go. The inevitable walk of shame, which you weren’t a complete stranger to, but you didn’t really want to in this case. You reached over and touched his face, admiring how that despite all the years, he still looked like the same Roger he always had been. 

“What?” he asked as he took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“I should go,” you said softly, with a hint of sadness in your voice. You started to sit up, but he prevented you from doing so.

“No,” he said firmly, trying to convey to you that he wanted you to remain there, “stay.”

“You want me to stay?” you were shocked, but your heart soared with joy, “really?”

“Really,” he said as he held out his arms and motioned for you to lie in them, which you had no problem doing, laying back down and resting your head on his chest, “stay.”

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Detailed Examination

Detailed Examination

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor & Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞 Agegap

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The Gynecologist was definitely not your favorite thing on your list to visit

You had received a letter some days (infant you might have skipped to open the previous reminders) ago from the clinic's new Dr Taylor, who welcomed you for a check up

You shrugged slightly and sat down with the others in the waiting area and looked and the clock on the wall

Yes, you knew Taylor was a very common name, but you could not help but thinking about the summer of - 86 when you and the drummer of Queen.. THE Roger Taylor had sex behind the stage during pretty much the entire European tour..

It clenched between your legs just to think about it, the memories had faded a bit but now and then he popped up in your mind

That summer had been hot in so many ways, just pure raw sex..no promises.. only for him returning to his girlfriend and kids as soon as tour was over..

- Ms Y/L/N?

You nearly jumped up from your day dreaming and looked around, it was only you there now, were you the last one?

The nurse gaved you a gown and led you into the examination room down the hall, you went in behind the curtains and just started to get undressed when you heard a soft knock on the door

- Are you desent behind there Ms?

That voice was not a mistake, you could recognise it anywhere

- Omg... In a minute... Roger?... Are you.. Are you THE Dr Taylor?

He let out a little breathy hoarse laughter and you heard him enter the room and lock the door

- Y/N? It is you?

You heard him shuffle around in the office, I wasn't sure when.. Eh.. When I saw the name on the list..

You opened the curtain and saw the back of him, his hair was slight grey, he looked out the window tapping the pen nervously on his finger

- I.. I didn't know you were a Dr..

He turned around and his eyes widened at once, he dropped his pen on the floor and his jaw almost dropped just as far

- Well.. I.. Hi..

Neither of you knew how to proceed from now on, shake hands, hug.. kiss..

Deep inside your thick scull you knew he had to act professionally, so he took your hand and he nodded in the direction of his desk in the back of the room

The gown was way to short, so it was impossible to sit properly

- Sooo.. 10 years Y/N..

He smiled his little smirk that always made it tingle inside of you

- Yes... 10 years, you echoed...

He explained that right after Freddie died he needed a different focus, so he went back to his roots, biology and soon jumped in on med school, he was divorced, 2 kids and had music little on the side as a hobby

- Sooo.. Does this feel awkward for you? You just had to ask him

- This is my job Y/N, but if you feel uncomfortable, please let me know ok?

You nodded quietly and stood up

No matter who the Dr was, this was always the hardest part, you were always so tense.

But now you felt the opposite..

What if Roger could feel how aroused you actually were, how wet you were.. because of.. HIM

- Are you ok?

- Yes... It's fine... Not my favourite thing to do during the day..

- Just try to relax for me and it will feel better, alright?

You saw him prepare for the ultrasound

- I... I need..

- Yes?

- Sorry, I forgot to mention that I need a knew prescription for my pills..

- Ohh.. Well of course, I can write that for you,.. Are you.. I mean.. Are you in a relationship

- No.., my other Dr gaved me them for... other reasons.. I..

- It's ok... I understand.. his eyes lingered a bit longer than they should

You realised that you did everything in the world so he couldn’t do his job, you kept on babbling nervously and your legs started to shake a bit, when he took his hand and placed it firmly on your knee

- Are you fine with me starting with the proceedure dear?

You laid back quiet and scooted down towards him, without a word you placed your legs in the holders and you felt that you were soaking wet, even though you didn't see, you could feel his eyes on you

He placed his warm strong hand on your belly and he pressed gently, while you felt a little cold sensation from the gel in your entrance, it made you jump a little he stroked softly with his thumb on your belly and you were to curious not to peek.

Just when you looked down he entered the ultrasound probe into you and you saw he bit his bottom lip before he started to talk

- Well everything looks absolutely normal Y/N

He really struggled with not looking at you with his now dark eyes

- I see you have a lot of different stages of eggs here, you.. you did not have any children am I right?

Damn he looked so good, he was soon 50,but the years had definitely made him justice, the tiny wrinkles in the corner of his eyes..

- No.. I.. Have no kids.. Maybe some day.. If it's not too late.. I mean.. I..

He smiled his perfect smile again and pulled out the probe gently out of you

After he had turned the machine off he sat himself on the stol between your legs and you knew what were about to come

You saw him reach after the bottle of lube but then put it back on the table next to him, he realised he didn't need any and you blushed, he cleared his throat and tried to convince himself that this was his calling, this was what he did every day

He glanced up and met your eyes just a brief moment before he pulled his stol even closer

The room was silent, so still, you could hear the ticking clock on the wall.. your thoughts and they were out of this world, you squeezed your eyes and tried to focus on something else.. No... It was impossible... You felt his hand on your thigh and his warm breath on your skin... He had barely touched you and here you were, a nearly exploding soaked mess

You gasped for air when he nudged with one of his fingertips in your entrance

- Are you still ok Y/N?

You looked into his slight hooded glossy eyes, he knew, you knew

He pushed his finger in further and you let out a tiny whimper, you felt your own juice running over his fingers down on his hand

His breathing started to get more heavy

He took his finger out of you and pulled his examination glove off in one swift motion, then he pushed his finger back inside, deeper

- Ohh.. Fuck.....Roger Shit... Sorry..

- Damn it Y/N.. What am I doing I.. Shit.. Fuck.. you feel so good..

He entered yet another finger and brutally pumped your wet pussy

- Omg... Don't stop.. Shit.. Do.. Don't sto.. Stop

The slick sound of your wetness was echoing in the entire room

- Shit.. 10 fuckin years Y/N... 10 YEARS!!!

He loosened up his tie and bent down eagerly open mouth kissing your folds

- Ahhhhh fuck FUCK FUCK !!!

You bucked your hips up against his face, he licked his way through your folds up and down, you felt his stubble on the sensitive skin of yours, all your senses was on edge, nothing could hold you back now

He moaned loudly against your core

- Damn it baby.. I've missed this..

He closed his lips around your clit and sucked gently on it before he circled his tongue in same pace his fingers kept slamming into you

- Ohhh shit.. Fuck.. Stop teasing me Roger, I can't stand it anymore

- I can't stand it either.. I want you so fuckin bad, been too long

He stood up and looked at you while he unbuckled his belt

The most uncomfortable chair became an erotic, sexy, pleasure zone, you totally forgot where you were, it was only you and him

He took his cock and placed it between your folds, you felt he stretched you out and you arched your body both of pleasure and of a slight sting of pain, but after a brief second it was gone

Once again you gaved your body to him

Once again without knowing what was going to happen, you didn't learn a thing during theese years

But right now you didn't care, you wanted him too much

You trailed your hands along his back down his hips and pulled him further inside, his head fell back

- Ohh my God.. SHIT

He started to snap his hips faster and faster and the sound of slapping skin against skin was so loud but you didn't want to quiet down anything.. The opposite

- Shit Roger.. Ohh fuck.. AHHH .. YES. .

- That's my girl.. Let them hear you

You scratched his back and he yelped, biting his lip and slammed even harder, you almost thought you were going to break his equipment

Your walls started to tighten around him and within just seconds your contractions pulsated around his length

- Ohhh Rog.. God... AHHHH...

- Mmm.. FUCK... Shit... m'close.. Ahhh, he cursed grabbed the back of the chair and released his cum deep inside of you

The room became all silent again and all you heard was a buzzing noise in your ear an echo from it all

Omg.. You suddenly realised, what if they actually heard..

He could get fired for this

You froze a little while thinking of it but then you heard him mumble in the crook of your neck

- I am only here temporarily.. I am opening my own clinic, so... No need to worry..

He kissed you softly on your forehead and nosetip, then he stopped in motion and pushed a piece of hair behind your ear

- Ohh, I see... I am happy for you Roger.. I..

You sat yourself up and took your legs down from the holders

- I guess my examination is over, I better..

- Yes, it is over, it looked perfectly normal Y/N

You stood up on the floor, your legs were shaking, there were no need to drag this any further, it was time to go and get dressed

He wrapped his strong arms around you and made you turn around

Your lips finally met

They tasted him, they tasted you, the kiss was needy, hungry… passionate

He held his hands on your shoulders

- Y/N, I am serious, I was an ass last time around with you, can you please give me a chance and try and date me.. For real?

He frowned and looked at you with puppie eyes

You whole body was euphoric you jumped up on him and wrapped your legs around his waist and hopefully that was answer enough

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He’s my son

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Summary: When Ben gets in trouble with the police, Roger takes matters into his own hands and decides he’s going to try and get custody of Ben’s son. But Ben won’t let Finn go so easily.

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Rubbing his hand over the stubble beginning to form on his chin and cheeks, Ben leaned his head on his arm that was resting against the side of the front door he was waiting outside of. His right knee was bent forward to the point it was almost pushing against the door and his forehead was dangerously close to the door as if he was trying to intimidate it.

The moment the untainted white door finally swung open, Ben looked up for a second and a sigh of relief passed through his lips.

"I see they released you, are you out on bail I'm guessing?" Tipping his head further to the side, Ben allowed a smile to form on his lips that came across very vindictive and cynical at his father's words. No matter what Ben did, he could always count on his dad to see the worst in him- well, maybe not the worst, but definitely the bad streak running through his veins.

"They don't give bail to people who are in the clear." Ben shrugged his shoulders as he spoke but his father didn't back away and let him inside or crack a sad smile or even shake his head in irritation. He simply stared at his youngest son with such emotions in his eyes that Ben had seen thousands of times before, yet still with some emotions Ben had never experienced his dad express to him directly like this.

The elder man looked unimpressed as he stared up at his son who had quite a bit of height over him, adding to the intimidating stance he had. Ben looked like a bailiff coming to collect what he was owed and he was ready to use force to get what he deemed he was owed. There had always been something about Ben that was different, he had always possessed the ability to frighten people even when he was smiling so sweetly at them. He was always the odd one out of his siblings.

Roger stayed silent, not even sighing or rolling his eyes or relenting and allowing his boy into his home. He stayed blocking the doorway like a boulder which they both knew Ben could move with ease if he wished. He had one hand resting on the door and his other hand resting on the wall like he was making sure no one could get in and no one could get out. They had been in this position far too many times that the act was becoming predictable and it was time it ended.

"Alright come on dad, either let me in or go get him, I don't have time to play games."

The smile that came onto Ben's face sent a shiver running down his father's spine and a spike piercing through his chest. The way that Ben's lips curved at the corners was crooked and unusual and when he dared to flash his teeth he resembled a shark baiting its prey, ready to attack.

"Is that what this is to you, a game?" When Roger dared to speak, Ben shook his head before he tipped his head back and let out a dark laugh. His fingers started to drum against the bricks next to the door and it was a telltale sign that he was becoming annoyed and fed up.

"Just go get my son, thank you for looking after him I appreciate it." The way he spoke showed he was giving an order rather than a response. He had been away from his boy for four days now and he would like to see him and take him home. Ben hadn't turned up here for a lecture or to see how much of a disappointment his father thought he was. But he was clearly agitated when Roger made no move to walk away from the door or to call out to his grandson and tell him it was time to go home.

"I can't do that."

Roger glanced his eyes around for a moment like he was scanning the area for something to use to his defence or to make sure that no one else was in earshot. He knew how Ben was going to take this and he knew it was not going to be pretty, but it had to be done.

"Excuse me?" Ben's fingers stopped tapping against the bricks and instead dug into the red gravel of the brickwork. His skin started to scratch and become irritable but he paid no mind and kept pushing his fingers further into the wall to stop himself from lashing out. What was Roger talking about? Why couldn't he go and get Finn, he was here Ben knew it.

Ben had been in the custody cells for the last three nights and Roger had gladly taken Finn for the past few days, Ben knew his boy was here. But he was out now and so Finn needed to come back home with him, there was no reason for that not to happen unless Finn wasn't okay or for some reason, he was no longer here. But Ben could see by the way that Roger kept glancing around that he was afraid Finn might turn up at the door or hear what was being said. Ben had to have his boy back, that was non-negotiable and he wouldn't have Roger telling him what to do anymore.

"Finn stays with me, I don't think you should be looking after him Ben-"

"That's nice that you think you have a say in all this, but Finn is my son not yours. Now, you either go and tell him I'm here or I force my way in this house and go get him. I won't leave without my son." Ben leaned forward until he was dangerously close to Roger and his expression said he was serious. Ben wasn't leaving unless he had his boy with him.

"Being with you when you're up to no good at that God forsaken club and when you've just been pulled into a murder investigation is no place for a six year old. I went to speak to a lawyer whilst you were being questioned and I've applied for emergency custody of him. Finn stays with me until we know he's safe with you." Roger tried, he tried very hard to hold his head up and be calm and composed but it was much harder when he had his son sneering at him and leaning so close that their breaths were entwined.

Ben's upper lip curled like he was a snarling, vicious dog getting ready to bare his teeth and his body was beginning to shake from anger.

How dare Roger do this behind his back.

Finn was Ben's son, he was Ben's responsibility and Ben would never put him in danger or hurt him or do anything that would unsettle him. He was Ben's world and he was his priority, Roger held very little right to go and do this behind Ben's back.

"If you're going for emergency custody you have to give me warning which you did not. Finn is my son and he is safe and loved with me. Go talk to the police, I'm cleared of all suspicion because it was nothing to do with me. You've got one chance to move, old man, or I'm coming in and getting my son, you have no right to try and snatch him from me."

"Don't stand on my doorstep and threaten me, Ben. I don't want you coming into my house and upsetting Finn, he's fine and he's settled so just go home. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think he was unsafe or at risk-"

"I don't want your excuses!" Ben snapped before he pursed his lips, tightening his jaw like he was a bomb about to go off. He was becoming volatile and he knew it but he couldn't do anything but go along with this because Roger was testing the little patience that he had. "From the moment he was born you were there, never hesitating to tell me what I was doing wrong. You're doing this so you can have him, so you can raise him right because you fucked up so badly with me."

Ben pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps back, resting his face in his hands and rubbing furiously at his skin as he smothered a shout of frustration with his palms.

He remembered the moment Finn was born, out of all five children Roger had Ben was still the only one to have a child of his own and Roger had been there from the first moment. He tried to help but he also made Ben feel like he was trying to get in between him and Finn. He was both a help and a threat to Ben and he hated it. Ben didn't have the best personality and he didn't have an easy child which made him a hard child and a hard person to deal with in general. But he saw the way Roger tried with Finn, he tried so hard with him and it was like he was making up for all the wrong doings that had happened with Ben in his childhood.

Ben knew he was a bad person, he had a heart of coal that could never be changed and he was a cruel and volatile person. But where his son was concerned, Ben was an angel in disguise. He loved Finn to pieces, he cared for him on his own he brought him up on his own and he did everything right by Finn. His son was the only good thing in Ben's life and the only thing he could be proud of, Roger was not going to steal the light from Ben's life.

"He's my son! You have four of your own, you've got three sons you didn't fuck up, don't try and take mine away from me to repent yourself."

"Leave now or I'm calling the police, Finn stays with us where he's safe."

A sound resembling a scream left Ben's lips as he slammed his foot into the base of the door when it was slammed in his face before he had the chance to push his body inside the house. Taking a few steps away from the door, Ben glared at the large house as he wondered whereabouts Finn would be, he wasn't leaving without his son. Dragging his nails through his knotted curls, Ben looked back through the frosted glass of the front door and almost grinned when he noticed Roger was still stood there checking on him out of fear.

Keeping his hands knotted in his hair for a few moments, Ben walked to the right away from the door and headed over to the bay window of the front room. A surge of relief and adrenaline flooded his chest when he peered through the window and noticed Finn was in there.

He pressed one hand on the windowsill and knocked on the window with the other hand, smiling when Finn looked up from the console in his hand. The six year old was sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the tv, obviously trying to play a video game but he normally needed help with games at the moment. A bright smile flooded the little boy's face and he quickly dropped the console on the floor before getting up and scuttling over to the window.

Finn clambered onto the foot rest beneath the window so he could reach up and open the latch, pushing the window wide before he leaned out to reach Ben.

"Daddy!" Finn leaned out the window with his arms out causing Ben to reach over and hold onto him both to cuddle him and make sure he didn't fall.

"Careful, little man. Did you miss me?" Ben kissed the curls on Finn's head, holding him as close as he could with the windowsill between them before he gently nudged Finn back so he wasn't at risk of falling out.

"Yeah, grandad said you were working away for a few weeks so I'm staying here. Shall I go get him?" Finn kept hold of Ben's hand before he turned his head to see if either of his grandparents were in the room or nearby so he could call out to them. Finn didn't understand that they didn't get along with Ben, he knew they didn't really interact or talk very much but he never grasped how badly the rift was between his dad and grandparents.

"No, no buddy he knows I'm here. Can you do something for me?" When Ben smiled Finn grinned, thinking they were playing some kind of game. "Go put your shoes on and grab your coat for me, but don't let grandad or grandma see you. We're gonna play hide and seek, meet me at the front door."

"Okay!" Finn grinned before scrambling down and running out of the living room and into the hall.

Turning around Ben headed back over to the front door, rubbing his hands together in front of him as he heard the lock chime a few seconds later. But the moment the door opened and Finn was about to step towards Ben, Roger's hand fell on his shoulder and tugged him back until Roger could stand in front of him and block his path.

"Finn, go back into the lounge please. I need to talk to your dad for a minute." Roger urged Finn to go but he only moved back a few steps, peering around Roger to look at Ben because he could sense something was wrong.

"Why, I want daddy."

"You don't have the right to try and barge in here and start making trouble! Do you really want to upset him by trying to run out of here with him? He'll be brought back here eventually anyway so just go home. Finn's better off with us." Roger whispered the words with spite at Ben before trying to close the door but this time, Ben pushed the door with his foot.

"I have every right, he belongs with me and you're scaring him. Get out the way and let him come with me. Little man, come with me it's okay." Ben held out his hand but Roger stood firm, keeping his arm in front of Finn to stop him from getting too close to Ben like he was a man with a gun.

"No, he stays-"

"For fuck's sake he doesn't want to be with you!" Ben kicked the door again to try and push it open more and make room for either Finn to come out the house or for Ben to head in. But Roger stayed firm and held the door in place. Leaning around Roger, Ben clenched his jaw and felt his heart shattering when tears started to fall from Finn's eyes before he turned and ran into the living room to be out of the way.

"Go." Was all that Roger said before he shut the door in Ben's face.

A sudden thought ran into Ben's head and he quickly turned to the right and hurried over to the bay window again, pulling it open when he noticed it was still ajar from minutes ago. Leaning in, he moved his hand to beckon Finn over when he saw his boy curled up on the armchair.

"Little man, come here quick."

Finn wiped at his eyes, contemplating what Ben was saying before he stood up and headed over to the window, climbing back on the foot stool so he could be level with Ben. His eyes widened but he didn't say anything when Ben reached in and scooped Finn up. He gently eased Finn out of the window and took a few steps back before settling his boy on his hip, sighing out of utter relief that he had him back after four days of being kept away from him.

"A-are we going home?" Finn wrapped his arms around Ben's neck, sniffing quietly but there was uncertainty in his eyes because he didn't know what was going on or what they were doing.

"Yeah, I'm taking you back home with me buddy, everything's okay." Ben's eyes locked with Roger's the moment he headed into the lounge and Ben took that as his cue to leave. He spun on his heels and headed over to his car, gently setting Finn down and strapping him in the passenger seat.

"Ben you can't take him! How long until the police come knocking and he sees? You were damn lucky he was at school when they arrested you this time, get him out the car." Roger tried to hurry out of the house but it was no use because Finn was already in the car and Ben wasn't going to let him get near his grandson now that he had him back.

"When your emergency custody comes through or you take me to court then we'll talk about who takes him where. But right now, he's my son under my care and I'm taking him home."

[glitterdreamsz]

Wrapped Around Your Fingers (Part 1)

Pairing: Roger x reader, Brian x Reader Summary: Roger and (Y/N) usually hooks up and made it clear that there will be nothing more than sex. But what happens when Brian asks reader out? A/N: I AM FUCKING BACK!!! I missed you so much guys and i am so happy to be back here after a really shitty and depressing time, i swear i won’t disappear again. I hope you will like this series. And don’t worry, me writing something new doesn’t mean that i won’t keep writing A Penny For Your Thoughts and dad!roger stuff Warnings: smut, swearing, bad writing, english is not my first language so grammar mistakes Words: +2.3k

October 2019 “(Y/N)!” Mary greeted hugging you tightly. “Sorry, I’m late, as always” you said chuckling “Been stuck at work once again” “Oh don’t apologise to me” she nudged your arm and let you walk in the apartment. There were orange, black and red decorations everywhere, you could tell that Freddie really tried his best for that Halloween party. “But maybe you should apologise to that blonde fella down there” Mary said gesturing towards Roger who was sipping his drink while talking with Freddie “He kept grumbling where you were and why you didn’t come at the studio like you said you would have” You shook your head smiling “Then I’d better go over there before he will come at the museum looking for me.” Both girls walked to the two guys who were talking about some new music for their band “Here you finally are!” Freddie exclaimed once he saw you “Right in time for taking a picture of us” and with that, he took Mary’s hand pulling her close to him and next to Roger. “Nice costume Rog” You chuckled putting the camera in front of your eye and looking at the drummer who was wearing a clown hat and a giant wooden ribbon.

“Shut up” he groaned after you took the picture “At least I dressed like something and not wearing a boring black dress. Let me guess, should you be a sexy witch?” he smirked walking closer to you. “Excuse me?” You lifted up some rose steams that you were holding in your left hand “I’m Morticia Addams, how can’t you get it?” “Oh so original” Roger joked “But as soon as you put those flowers down you’ll become a witch.” he said wrapping his arm around your waist and moving you closer to his body. “A very sexy one” he almost whispered in your ear. “I got it” you chuckled “This dress shows out my boobs, you don’t need to remark it for the whole night.” “I could remark though the fact that you didn’t reply to any of my messages nor any of my calls today. You  were supposed to come to the studio, we recorded some new stuff.” He made it sound like he was offended but you knew that everything was fine since you at least showed up at the party. “I had to work more than I thought and you know, you aren’t supposed to answer your phone while you’re working.” “I still wonder how you manage to work all those hours, don’t you ever get tired?” “No” you shrugged “I like my job.” “Don’t you ever get tired of talking about some paintings done by other people every single day?” “I studied for it Rog” you smiled “I like talking about painting to other people.” “Have you two done being antisocial?” Freddie broke your conversation and as you turned around you could see that John and Brian were standing next to him. “Hi (Y/N)” Deaky greeted you with a nod of his head. “We have never met before” The tall curly boy said “But I’m Brian” he reached out to shake your hand and you smiled while doing it. “Yes, we’ve never met before but I could say that I already know who you are. I’m (Y/N) by the way.” “Wait, you’ve never met Brian?” Freddie asked almost shocked. “No” Roger answered for you. “He spent the last months in the hospital and at home because of his hepatitis and that never made him met her before.” When people saw you and Roger they thought you knew each other for years. Truth is that you’ve met him only five months ago. You broke up with your boyfriend and you wanted to have only girls night out with your friends. That night you ended up in a pub in which this band Queen was playing. By the end of the show you were pretty tipsy and what you remember was that you went home with the drummer of the band and you had quite an eventful night. That wasn’t, though, the last night you saw him. He asked for your number and texted you any time they had a gig around the town. Neither you nor he wanted anything serious, you just came out of a three years old relationship and he, well, he was all about rock and roll and groupies. So that was the agreement you came out with: only sex, no feelings. You could be good friends but nothing more. “So, now that we all know each other, who wants a drink?” Freddie asked with a bottle of wine in his hand “Let’s get this party started!” he almost shouted for how excited he was. ***

“Let’s go home” Roger whispered in your ear. Those words gave you goosebump and you didn’t know if it was because you already knew what would have happened at his flat or for the atmosphere that there was at that exact moment. His cologne filling your lungs, your back pressed against his chest, your hips that swang against his, his arms wrapped around your waist. “Now?” you asked as you didn’t stop moving to the sound of the loud music. “Everybody’s still here.” “And so?” “So, everyone will see us leaving and they will definitely know that we left to have sex.” “Since when do you care?” “It’s just that it’s Freddie’s party.” “You haven’t been at my place for the whole week because of your job.” His lips started to leave a trail of kisses along your neck. He knew all your weak points. “And I really need you, right now” Roger proved his point pressing his hips closer to yours and you bit your lower lip as you felt his hardening against your bum. “I have to find Freddie and let him know that we’re leaving.” You could feel Roger smirk against your skin when those words left your mouth. “Don’t worry love, I’ll text him later that we were in a rush but we enjoyed his party.” You didn’t have the time to object since Roger took your hand and made his way to the door. “My car’s on the back” he said handing you your jacket “Wait for me here outside. You just nodded and walked outside the main front door. “Already leaving?” You turned around and saw a tall figure next to you, Brian. “Yep, Roger was getting a bit bored.” ****

It was all a rush. The door slammed behind Roger’s back as his lips were on yours, your hands through his hair as you pulled him closer. You didn’t want to waste any time as your fingertips started to unbutton his shirt. You have both waited a whole week for this, you weren’t sure if Roger had slept with any other girl in the meantime but you surely didn’t see any other guy, you were way too busy to see anybody else. Your lips found their way down to his chest which was moving up and down with his heavy breaths “Let’s go to my bedroom” Rog managed to say as his arms pulled you up and guided you down the hallway. In just a few seconds your clothes were off, just as were Roger’s, both of your eyes full of lust, both of your hands couldn’t leave each other’s body. You stepped to his bed pulling Roger with you, you left some bites on his neck as he hovered you. Your hand went down to his shaft and started to move back and forth. Roger laid his head against your shoulder as some soft moans left his lips. “Let’s not tease, let’s just fuck, it’s been a whole week since I’ve done anything” “Then…stop wanking m-me” the blonde managed to say. “Or I’ll come” “Wow Roger Taylor, are you really this weak?” you teased him, a smirk on your face. “You’re not the only one who didn’t have sex for a whole week.” He told as his hand went down to stop yours from its actions. “No groupies?” you frowned. “Will you just shut up?” “Or?” you smirked teasing him. “Just shut up” Roger mumbled as his lips found yours and his hand reached down your wrist to stop your movement and remove your hand from his hood. Your fingertips were pressed on his back as you felt him slide inside of you, his forehead pressed against yours as his breaths became heavier. “Fuck, I missed this” Roger managed to say. You moved your hips upwards as to tell Roger that you wanted him to move “Already so eager?” he asked still not moving, he wanted to feel you as much as he could and needed some time not to come too soon. “Will you just shut up?” you mocked him trying to mimic his voice tone. Roger shook his head chuckling as he started “Happy now?” You pulled him closer to you and kissed him “Shut up” you mumbled as the kiss deepened. “Let’s change position” Roger suggested as his lips were on the valley of your breasts. “What were you thinking?” “You on top” “Oh, you want to keep it vanilla today.” You couldn’t help but keep making jokes about him. That’s how you managed to make the sex less intimate, to see it just as simple sex between two people who just hook up and nothing more. But that wasn’t what Roger was showing at the moment when you were riding him and he decided to sit up. You have never been this close during sex, with your chest pressed against his. His hand reached for a lock of your hair and put it behind your hear, his eyes locked on yours as his thumb traced your lips, this was all new. And you didn’t know what was happening but that didn’t make you run away, it was comfortable, it made your heart beat faster but it was fine.

*****

“Where are you going?” Roger asked as he watched you getting up from his bed and recollecting your clothes. “Home?” you replied as if it was the clearest thing. “Stay the night.” “It’s not what we do” you said looking at him while putting your panties back on. “I know, but it’s four am and I don’t want you to get kidnapped by someone.” He retorted reaching for the cigarettes that were on his bedside table to smoke one of them. “I’ll call an uber and it will arrive just here at your flat so no one will kidnap me.” You moved closed to him and stole the cigarette from his fingers and took some drags. “Come on” he groaned as he sat up “We will see each other tomorrow again, there’s no need for me to stay here.” His hands reached for your hips and you could feel his calloused fingers against your naked skin. Roger made you move between his legs. “Stay” he insisted as his lips left some kisses on your belly and down to your hips bones. “Plus I’m hard again, so there’s a reason for you to stay. “Roger” you chuckled running your hand through his hair as you took another puff of his cigarette. He took that as a positive response and laid back in bed pulling you down with him causing you to laugh.

****

“Morning” Roger greeted you as he held his head up with his hand, his eyes on your naked figure. “Morning.” You smiled as you rubbed your sleepiness away from your eyes. “Did you sleep well?” You nodded in response “Even though you kept stealing my blankets.” “Was that the reason why you snuggled on me?” He had a cocky grin on his lips and you kicked softly his leg to make him shut up, but that only made him laugh. “Don’t you have rehearsals today?” You asked pretended to be offended by his behaviour. “Yes” “And don’t you have to go then?” Roger looked at his phone “I still have one free hour.” “And you have nothing better to do rather than making fun of me?” He snorted acting annoyed “Can I make an important question now?” You nodded looking at him. “What does a poor guy have to do to get a blowjob in the morning?” “I don’t know” you shrugged. “Maybe ask for it in a nice and polite way.” “(Y/N), could you please suck my dick?” he pouted pretending to look cute. “Fine” you sigh trying not to laugh “But only cause you said please.” And with that, you got under the bedsheets.

*******

“Your friend, (Y/N)” Brian said as he put his guitar back on its case. “Hmh” Roger mumbled as he kept a cigarette between his lips and started to pack his drumset. “She seems nice” “Yeah, she’s pretty cool” the drummer nodded not paying attention to his friend. “What’s going on between you two?” Brian asked once he closed the guitar case. Roger turned around to face him, a frown formed on his face. “What do you mean?” “You know, are you two dating? I mean, you seemed quite close” “No” he took another drag on his cigarette “We just fuck, that’s all, nothing more.” “Oh” Brian sat on the floor and drew some imaginary lines on the floor “So, you don’t care if she goes out with other guys?” Roger just shrugged as he kept working on his drum, not understanding why Brian wanted to know so much about your relationship. “Because you know, I was thinking.” The guitarist started to stutter “Would you be mad if I asked her out?” Roger suddenly got up taken aback from what the guitarist just said and that made him hit his drum cymbal with his head. “Fuck” he cursed massaging his scalp. Why did Brian want to date you? He just met you at the party, yes you were drop-dead gorgeous but he didn’t even know you so well. And fuck, Roger just said that you two have sex together so why would Brian want to go on a date with someone who bangs his bandmate? Roger looked at his friend and replied “No, you can ask her out if you want to.”

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I couldn’t not add this photo that reader took about Roger, Mary and Freddie at the party

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[acockius]

santa baby.

oh, baby. is this what the kids mean way they say “sister snapped”? if you know me, you knew that was coming. i couldn’t let christmas past without doing it. i realize it’s a little weird and taboo, so if it’s not your thing, don’t read it! it’s also my first “real” smut, so be gentle! i hope you like it, and that santa brought you everything you asked for, outside of this fic. 

sugar daddy!roger taylor x reader ; 2,976 words ; smut and innuendos, don’t touch this shit if you’re under 18. 

It was no secret that Christmas was your favorite time of year. There was nothing you loved more than getting to show the people you held closest to you how much they meant to you. Whether it was a kind gesture or a small token of appreciation, you made your best efforts to present every person who made your days brighter with something special. In years’ past, your creativity and thriftiness had proven great success in providing joy to your loved ones. But this year, things were a little bit different.

You found yourself with a little more money than you usually had. Well, in fact, it was a lot more money than you have ever had. Things had changed a little bit dramatically this past year, and it was certainly for the better. You were living a lavish lifestyle that you couldn’t have pictured, even your wildest dreams, and it was all thanks to him. Your friends and family would certainly reap the benefits of your new way of life; there was no questions about that. But what were you to give the man that had given you everything in such a short amount of time?

These thoughts loomed over your head as you sipped champagne in the lobby of the grandiose theatre during the interval. You hadn’t meant to go quiet; maybe it came off as if you were pondering the first act of the ballet he’d taken to you. He seemed to be preoccupied with staring up at the Christmas tree that towered over those who inhabited the lobby during this twenty-minute pause before the next act, so maybe he hadn’t noticed.

He was impeccably dressed, but when was he not? He wore a sharp black suit, with a baby blue dress shirt and a white tie. He looked like a winter’s dream; who would you be not to indulge him in a coordinated outfit? Your blue sweater-dress left little to the imagination and paired perfectly with taupe knee-high boots. Presently absent was the elegant fur coat that was waiting for you at coat check until the performance was over - a gift he gave you as soon as the seasons had changed. You complemented each other perfectly.

It was hard to pin-point how exactly you’d gotten to this point. How did you become the arm-candy of a successful musician who kept you around for far longer than you’d predicted? What steps had you taken so that the universe could have lead you to him, or even he to you? You’d been at this for just short of a year now, and the arrangement, which was once strict and regimented, had become natural and fluid. You found yourself walking a thin line between appreciation and adoration. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to tell the difference between the two.

An usher had entered the vestibule with a set of bells and played a tune to notify theatergoers that that second act was going to begin. You downed the rest of your champagne quickly and stood from the seat you’d been occupying in the lobby. You reached for his hand and his lips curved upward into a smile as he laced his fingers with yours. Giving his arm a pleasant tug, he stood, and situated his arm around your back.

“Shall we?” He gestured to the theater, and you nodded.

As you began to walk back to the entrance of the theater, you were slightly startled by a dramatic gasp. You turned to your left to see a little girl with her hands covering her mouth. The reaction wasn’t one you’d ever seen from someone so young. Did she know who was holding you close, and if so, how?

“Papa, look! It’s Santa Claus!” The little girl, dressed up in a holiday dress with huge bow in her hair, pointed at your companion and squealed.

You let out a pleasant giggle and hid your blush in your hands. The young girl’s father quickly ushered his daughter away, apologizing profusely but managing to fit a “love your work” in there somewhere. Your date seemed unfazed by the interaction, ushering you both back to your seats. He took his place next to you and wrapped his arm around the back of your seat to hold you close.

“Honestly, I’m relieve that I’m not the only one who sees it.” You finally said, placing a hand on his chest and cozying up to him.

“See what, love?”

Was he serious?

“That you look like jolly ol’ Saint Nick.”

He gave you one of his world famous eye rolls.

“I do not! I look like - me.” He countered, shaking his head.

“Roger…” You did your best to not sound condescending. “Surely you must realize that you resemble father Christmas”

“You’re right mad, you are.” Roger shook his head, playfully squeezing your thigh.

“It’s not a bad thing. Roggie, I love Santa.” You teased.

Roger shot you a look, which was similar to ones you’d seen in times of disobedience. Thankfully the show had started up again, so the discussion came to an abrupt ending. What was so bad about looking like Santa? Did he feel that you were poking fun at his age? Or was it that you’d said that you loved Santa? Did that mean that Roger thought you were telling him that you loved him? There weren’t supposed to be any feelings between the two of you. There were times where you thought that Roger did care about you, but it was safer to believe that he didn’t. You were always disappointed in yourself anytime you’d done or said anything to let Roger believe you cared about him. You didn’t want to come off as immature and naive. After all, this was just an agreement between the two of you.

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You still struggled to find the perfect gift for Roger. He was adamant about you not getting him anything either. He assured you that your presence at Christmas dinner was more than enough. Of course, it wouldn’t actually be Christmas dinner, as you had to spend the holiday with your respective families. Little details like that kept reality in the forefront of your minds. Roger had five children to spend the holidays with. And also a wife.

When you arrived at his condo the day before Christmas Eve, you held a small cheesecake in your hands. You hoped that maybe Roger would be smitten by the fact that you rolled your sleeves up and baked him something, but you didn’t hold your breath on that one. It was easy to impress a coworker with your baked goods, but not a rock and roll star. You had the key to the place and let yourself in, calling out for him after you made your way into the foyer.

You shuffled the dessert back and forth between your hands as you took off your coat, revealing a green satin wrap dress, as foot steps approached from behind you.

“Ho, ho, ho…” The greeting was playful enough, but you knew better from the tone of the words.

When you turned to Roger, he smoothly leaned his arm against the entryway between the foyer and living room. He wore one of his famous velvet suits and had a hat on to match. You felt like you were being mocked by the festive red fabric the covered your lover from the top of his head to the bottom of his ankles. The color of your cheeks was a near perfect match to his outfit.

You quickly hung up your jacket and then offered the dessert to Roger.

“It’s a cheesecake. It’s not much but I thought it might pair nicely with some wine for dessert.” You shrugged awkwardly and watched Roger’s eyes dart between your gaze and your outstretched arms.

“Bold of you to assume we’ll make it that far.” Roger responded smugly, but accepted the desert anyway. He nodded his head towards the living room and you followed closely behind.

Roger set your cheesecake down on the bar that resided in the far side of the living room before he took a seat on the leather coach. He pat his thighs and ran his fingers over his fabric-covered lap.

“Have a seat, darling.” Roger watched you linger a few feet away, towering over him in your high heels. You overestimated how a pair of black pumps could elevate your look.

You hesitantly went to Roger, seating yourself on one of his knees. You tugged the ends of your dress towards your knees and crossed your legs. Roger’s calloused fingers coasted along your nylon-covered legs before stopping at your knee and squeezing playfully.

“Someone’s working on getting her last minute nice-girl points in before the final tally…” Roger cooed in your ear, his beard tickling your cheek.

“Roggie, what’s this about?” You didn’t want to come off as annoyed or insulting; you knew that Roger had better things to do so close to the holiday rather than entertain you like this.

“Well, I was told that you love Santa, and since I look so much like him…”

You groaned, dropping your head to Roger’s shoulder.

“Look, I didn’t mean anything by it.” You assured him, hand on his chest.

Roger took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles softly.

“No need to explain, lovey.” Roger assured you. “You see, the big guy and I had a little talk. He said he’s not too sure which list to put you on this year. You’ve been awfully nice in more ways than he could tell me. Still, the amount of times you’ve been naughty nearly outweighs the good.

Roger’s hand ghosted up your thigh, slipping underneath the hem of your dress.

“So, he’s given me the task of submitting the final rating.” Roger’s tongue was pleasantly pinned between his teeth as soon as he revealed his motive.

You had to admit - he was playing the part exceptionally well. He was looking so incredibly suave in his suit, even with the hat he wore for dramatic effect. His beard was snowy white, probably a result of a good scrubbing in the shower before you arrive. All that was missing was Roger’s reader glasses, which made a rare appearance every few months. The man was blind but refused to wear them. You weren’t quite sure of what his intentions were, but Roger was successful in coming off a hot version of Santa.

“Doesn’t Santa know that whenever I’m with daddy that I’m usually very naughty?” Your hands smoothed over Roger’s shoulders as you hiked your leg over his thigh and straddled his lap.

“I did my best to explain that to him, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. ” Roger shrugged sympathetically as his placed his hands at your waist.

“Well… I’m going to think of it this way.” You squeezed Roger’s shoulders and rolled your hips against his, earning a breathless sigh from him. “If you tell him nice, then I get a present or two. If you say naughty, I get nothing. Right?”

“I would assume it goes a little bit like that, yeah.” Roger sputtered, his fingers toying with the tie of your dress.

“I think you’ve given me enough in the past year to last me the next few Christmases.” You explained, brushing your lips against Roger’s.

“Right.” Roger accepted after failing to chase your lips. “You sure that you don’t even want to attempt to earn a spot on the nice list?”

“Nah.” You decided, pulling the tie of your dress loose. “Being nice is overrated.”

You let the dress fall from your shoulders as you worked the sleeves off, revealing a black lingerie set. It was lacy but mostly transparent, just as Roger liked. Your stockings were held up by a garter belt, practically begging to be undone by Roger’s deft fingers. Rogers hands went to your bum, kneading the flesh that remained exposed thanks to your skimpy panties. With a grunt, Roger stood with you in his arms and urged you to wrap your legs around him.

“What are you doing?” You questioned, playfully nipping at Roger’s earlobe.

“Well, if you’re accepting of naughty, then I’m going to give you a proper lay.”

Roger carried you to the master bedroom and set you down on the cushy mattress. He shrugged off his jacket and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the sleeves off and dropping it to the floor. He leaned over you and kissed you with a fervor that was strictly reserved for these moments. Just as you settled into the kiss, Roger moved his lips to your collarbone, playfully sucking and biting your skin.

“Careful; I don’t want have to explain any foreign marks to anyone over the next few days.

Roger chuckled, his hand reaching to spread your legs and run his fingers over your clothed core. You whimpered in response, which brought a heartier laugh from his mouth.

“I’ll be sure to place them in more strategic places - like under your tits or along your inner thighs.”

If you knew anything about Roger Meadows Taylor, he was a man of his word. Your hands made a mess of his hair as he kissed and nibbled his way down your body. He was particularly cruel when he nudged his nose against your clit. You silent cursed the thin piece of fabric that stood as a barrier between your skin and his, tugging gently on the tuffs of hair at the nape of his neck.

“Daddy… I need you.” You whined, letting out a frustrated huff that vibrated through your chest.

“My girl’s so needy for someone who seemed so satisfied with receiving no gifts this year. “ Roger teased as he unhooked the garter straps from your stockings.

“Yeah, well… Just because Santa’s not coming down my chimney this year doesn’t mean that you can’t.” You retorted, ridding yourself of your bra.

“You’re filthy.” Roger snickered as he pulled your stockings down your legs, followed by your underwear.

“Good thing I didn’t vow to be nice then, hm?” You quirked your eyebrow at Roger, undoing his belt and popping the button his dress pants.

“Touche.” Roger punctuated his response by licking a stripe up your pussy.

The best part of sex with Roger was how worked up he was able to make you with little-to-no effort whatsoever. Your panties were soaked just from some playful touches and a series of love bites. The bastard was good, and it was one of many reasons that you stuck around.

Roger kicked off his pants and boxers in one go, taking his cock in his hand. He gave himself a few tugs before he lined up with your entrance and gently entered you. You relished in the melodic sighs of pleasure that left both of your lips upon contact. Roger stretched you deliciously, waiting until you’d taken every last inch before placing a kiss to your lips. He distracted you just enough to pull nearly all the way out and thrust back in again. You cried out loudly, thankful to be found underneath a drummer with soundproof walls.

A pleasant rhythm was developed quickly before you began moving your hips with Roger’s. It didn’t take long for him to find the perfect spot.

“Fuck - Daddy… right there.” you instructed, and Roger obeyed.

Your legs wrapped around Roger’s waist, linking at the ankles as you clenched around his length, causing him to falter and groan against the skin between your breasts.

“I’m not going to last if you keep that up, baby girl.” Roger warned, but you took it as a challenge.

“Then don’t.” You laughed breathlessly, moving your hips quickly against his, chasing your orgasm as you fought to give Roger his. “Come for me, daddy…”

“Fuck…” Roger’s tongue flicked against his fingers before they found a place between your bodies, tightly circling your clit.

Your orgasm washed over you without warning, both your muscles and legs clenching around Roger. With the ounce of coherency that you held onto, you released that Roger was coming too. It was the first time the two of you had ever come in tandem. You did your best to fuck each other through your aftershocks, but gave up shortly after. Roger was happy to let you rest against his chest as you came down, pressing a kiss to your temple before using his fingers to tilt your chin upwards so he could kiss your lips.

You smiled at Roger when he separated from the kiss and then bashfully hid your face against his chest. He took that moment to ease out of you, which caused you to hiss at the sudden absence of him inside of you. It was one of the best feelings that you’d ever known, and you always missed it as soon as it left you. Roger combed his fingers through your hair and sighed before sitting up a little bit.

“You’ve certainly earned your title of naughty, baby girl.” Roger gloated, his fingers tracing a light bruise that had formed near your shoulder.

“I can always try for the nice list next year.”

“For my sake, I hope you’ll reconsider.”

You and Roger laughed and shared another kiss before you finally rolled off of him. You found a comfortable position sitting up against the headboard and snuggling under the covers. Roger got up from the bed and stepped into his boxers.

“Oh, I nearly forgot.” Roger said as he snapped his fingers.

You looked over at Roger, your eyelids droopy from being spent. “Hm?”

“The jolly dude - He wanted me to tell you that he loves you, too.”

You grinned at that, your eyes struggling to stay open. “Yeah?”

Roger nodded, leaning over you in bed to kiss your forehead. “Definitely.”

[jmeddows2]

do you think purplethunder!Roger would still get insecure a lot being with someone much younger

Generally he would be very confident and also proud of himself, kinda? And he thinks his past self would be the most cocky and confident about it.

Once reality hits him though, he notices that some things don‘t work as well as they did a few decades ago. But Roger most of the time has no troubles at all. At least Reader never really notices much. Except for when his hearing aids are turned off and he won‘t respond to a word she‘s saying, or the tv is on way too loud. 🙈

One day Roger and Reader were laying in bed when she put her hand on his belly and let it rest there while gently rubbing it. That’s when Roger suddenly became insecure. His belly is a bit bigger now and like a reflex, he pushed her hand away. Reader assured him quickly though, that she loves him no matter what, but respects it if he doesn‘t like her comforting him that way. Roger gives in of course and is charmed by every single compliment he receives. That makes his insecurities literally melt away like ice cream on a hot day.

[mylovelyrog]

It's July, which means the birthday month of these two gorgeous man 💞💞