#roger taylor x reader

[uwubhardy]

Did I rewatch bohrap for the 100th time today…. honestly yea I did and I’ll do it again 😌

[magickcandie]

I Want To Break Free

Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

You were invited to set by Roger. You had heard the song and loved everything about it; to John’s writing, Freddie’s singing, and you had heard that Roger decided on the theme of the music video. You assumed that somehow, a car would be involved. Boy were you wrong! When you were let in, you noticed John first in an old lady outfit with grey hair! Brian was seen next drinking tea in a set chair, wearing a pink nightie and rollers thrown in his curls. Of course seeing Freddie in a pink top and black leather skirt seemed so crazy, he seemed to be a natural in it. “You know, if you wanted to raid my closet, you could’ve asked!” You laughed. Doubling over, clutching your stomach as if that’s ease the pain of laughter. “Where’s Roger?” “I haven’t seen him yet. Maybe ask her.” John said, pointing to a blonde woman talking to a set director. You ignored the giggles coming off the boys and went over her. What you saw sent you into a fit again. When you tapped her shoulder, Roger turned and looked at you, smiling. A thin layer of pink lipstick on. “What’s… what’s going on!” You said in between laughs. You grabbed the counter to steady yourself but sunk to your knees anyway.

“I told you it’s make Y/N laugh!” Roger said, grabbing your hand and helping you stand again. “Roger set all of this up to try and get you to laugh. Or really seeing if you’d laugh.” Freddie leaned on John’s shoulder, throwing a leg in the air. “Don’t we all look great!” “You’re definitely something. The wigs, makeup, it’s all so great. You look beautiful,” you said to Roger, hooking his chin in your hand. “Kiss?” You leaned in to kiss him. “I’m staying for the entirety of filming. I wan to see how this plays out.” You laughed again, finding an empty chair to watch. And what a show it was. You had come to see John reading a newspaper and scowling at the others. Brian had a new costume piece; bunny slippers. Freddie danced around with a Hoover. God, this is why you loved these men. And especially Roger Taylor. Setting this up just to see you laugh and smile.

[blackfyrerebels]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Classic Rock RPF *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

smut = ❤️‍🔥 (please note I may forget to add the heart, so read the tags yourself)

This masterlist is mostly for my own use, but also serves as a recommendation to anyone who stumbles upon this blog, and an archive in case any fics are deleted or blogs go inactive. If you would like your fic removed please message me.

The Beatles

George Harrison

tag: #georgeharrison This Boy - @all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney

Led Zeppelin

Robert Plant

tag: #robertplant Yardbirds of a Feather - @fleeting-queen-of-pepperland

Queen

Brian May

tag: #brianmay "Stargazing" - @lily-in-thevalley

John Deacon

tag: #johndeacon I Could Be Handy ❤️‍🔥 - @spreadyovrwings

Roger Taylor

tag: #rogertaylor Scuff Up the Sidewalk ❤️‍🔥 - @spreadyovrwings note to self: read more from spreadyovrwings here and add to this list

Miscellaneous

Bob Dylan

tags: #bobdylan Eternal Circle - @underground-legionary Where We're Going - @tompettyaesthetics

[michelle-is-writing]

Sick, Ben Hardy

Word Count: 1.2k~

Saturday nights are always date nights for me and Ben. No matter what, we always go out and do something fun together. We'll go to dinner, watch a movie, see a game, anything that sounds like a good time. We always make an effort, and nothing ever stops us from spending time together.

However, as I lay in my bed with nonstop nausea filling my throat and stomach, I feel the need to cancel for tonight. During the seven months that we've been dating, neither of us have ever canceled a Friday night, and that's always something I love about us. Once again, we always make time for each other, so when I think about calling Ben and saying I can't go tonight, I feel even worse.

Reluctantly pressing the green button on Ben's contact, I hold my phone up to my ear and listen to the ringing tone as I wait for him to pick up. As more seconds pass, I find myself trying to hug my blankets as close to me as I can while my body begins to shiver. This stomach pain is starting to cause me to feel cold as well, and it sucks.

"Hello, darling," I hear Ben's voice pick up after the second ring, making me smile. I always love hearing his voice. It carries this tone of protection in it that gives off a feeling of happiness at the same time. "Are you ready for our date?"

At his question, I close my eyes and swallow down the guilt that rises to my throat as my smile lowers into a frown. He sounds so happy - excited, almost. Do I really have to take that away from him? All because of something that could probably be treated with medicine?

As soon as the thought of maybe suffering through the pain and going on a date, another stomach cramp pushes into me, making me almost hunch over in my bed to get through the pain. "Actually, Ben," I start, my free arm wrapping around my stomach as the stinging sensation passes. "I was calling to tell you that I can't come," I explain, my ears almost catching the sound of his heart breaking through the phone speaker. "I think I caught food poisoning from my friend's food at dinner we went to the other night."

"I ate it, and I seem fine," He tells me, his words making me shake my head with an amused smile.

"That's because you have an iron stomach, Ben," I joke, hearing him chuckle on the other end. "And, besides, if you can eat your own cooking, then you can eat practically anything."

"Oi!" Ben dramatically exclaims as if my words hit him with a punch. I laugh at his silliness. "Such harsh and hurtful words from the woman I love!" He further chides as I clench my already hurting stomach from laughing. He soon joins in on the laughing before speaking once more. "But that's alright love. I understand you're not feeling well. I love you! And I'll be over in ten minutes."

Just as quick as he said his last words, he hangs up, leaving me to stare across the room with wide eyes as my phone remains resting in my hand, Ben's picture flashing once before the screen goes dark. Did he really just pull a fast one on me? Just like that?

While thinking about Ben, yet another wave of nausea rolls over me, causing me to turn onto my side with my knees close to my chest, a pained groan escaping my lips at the same time. What if this isn't food poisoning, and it's something contagious, and I accidentally give it to Ben? It's not that I don't want him coming over (I'm glad that he is), but the last thing I want to do is make him sick as well.

For what feels like an eternity, I lay on my sides, switching between the two when another cramp comes along. It isn't long before I hear keys being inserted into my front door, twisting and turning before the piece of wood opens and closes a few short seconds later. Footsteps sound throughout my tiny apartment until my bedroom door gently opens, a head full of blond hair and shining blue eyes staring back at me as I smile from my current predicament on the bed.

"There she is," Ben says with a sweet smile. Wearing a plain grey t-shirt and black sweats, he takes one step into my room before happily sighing. "And just as beautiful as ever."

Blushing, I roll my eyes and flop onto my other side to dramatically turn my back to him, only receiving a laugh back before I feel his warm body settle behind my cold one. As soon as he touches me, it's as if all of my nausea and cramping dissipate, the warmth from his body acting as a heating pad for my achey body.

Ben wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to his body as he kisses my temple, his lips soft and warm like fresh pastries. At his sweet affection, I smile even more and raise my hands to rest on top of his, only for him to interlock our fingers together. Even when I'm sick and not able to do the things we usually do, he's still the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.

"Would you like me to make you some soup?" Ben asks, leaning down to nuzzle his face in my neck. Underneath the covers, his legs intertwine with mine, bringing me just enough warmth to stop shivering so bad.

"No, just lay here with me, please," I tell him, snuggling my body further in his hold as a soft sigh escapes my lips. There's nothing better than lying in the arms of the person you love - especially if they're a natural heater.

"Oh, and like I said earlier," I begin, remembering our earlier conversation. "Your cooking is something special," I remind Ben with a smirk, listening as he snickers behind me. Okay, maybe there's nothing better lying in the arms of your boyfriend and teasing him for his helpless qualities.

"I can put on a video or something, go off of that," Ben suggests, leaning his head over mine to cuddle closer to the front of my neck. "Or, I could be safe and just order something," he offers, making me smile.

"That would be nice," I tell Ben, nodding my head. Just as he goes to get up to grab his phone presumably, I tug him back down and snuggle even further into him. "In five minutes, of course," I clarify, hearing him snicker behind me again.

With a simple "okay," Ben gets himself comfortable once more before resuming holding me close. I guess no matter what, Saturday nights will always be our night and not even a stupid stomach bug can stop that.

[johnlennonswifey]

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

🎸= All time fav

——

THE BEATLES-

John Lennon

70s!John x Reader 🎸

Mustache John x Reader

Paul McCartney

Paul x Reader (love letter) 🎸

Paul x Reader (Part 2 of 2)

George Harrison

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

Comfort!George x Reader

George x Reader (somewhat Friends to lovers?)

Ringo Starr

Teddy Boy!Ringo x Reader

Ringo x Assistant!Reader

Ringo x Reader (fluffy)

Ringo x Reader (Married, dinner with parents)🎸

QUEEN-

Roger Taylor

Roger x Reader (childhood friends to lovers)🎸

Roger x Reader (fluff)

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

John Deacon

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

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

Brian May

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Brian x Reader (Queen becomes a Hit)🎸

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Blurbs-

Beatles Blurb

[idkwhylou]

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⊹₊⋆*♫⋆｡★*:｡ೃ࿔*

⊹₊⋆*♫⋆｡★*:｡ೃ࿔*

❝I'm just a musical prostitute, my dear.❞

𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫

“Ready Freddie ?”

⚡︎ Nothing yet

⊹₊⋆*♫⋆｡★*:｡ೃ࿔*

[damaged-inc-writing]

Car Sex With Roger

I can’t believe I’m doing this…

Warnings: Oral (m recieving), handjob, hair pulling, p in v sex

-★-

Your boyfriend Roger had band practice tonight, and he asked you to come along with him. You felt a little bit hesitant, seeing as you only had a short amount of time to get ready. “Roger, no, I don't think I'll have enough time to do my hair—” you protested.

“Pleaseee? I'll give you extra time to get ready!” He gave you those sweet puppy eyes that were irresistible. “Okay, I suppose.” You went to your and Roger's bedroom to put on your outfit. You picked out a black tank top, one of Roger's floral button-ups and some jeans. You then went to the bathroom to style your hair, fixing it to perfection. You put on the slightest amount of makeup - nothing too crazy, just a little eyeshadow, mascara and your favorite lip gloss.

You felt so pretty.

You walked out of the bathroom to the living room, where your boyfriend was sitting on the couch waiting for you. When he saw you, he stood up and walked over to you, his cheeks turning bright red. “Damn, love, you look amazing.” He said, before kissing your cheek. You smiled. “I mean it, you're always so beautiful.” Now it was your turn to blush.

“Says you.” You giggled. You thought Roger was so pretty. You admired his long, golden locks and his beautiful blue eyes. He looked as if he had been sculpted by the gods. He smiled before grabbing his keys. “Ready?” You nodded.

You walked out the door to the car. Roger started it and you both got in, fastening your seatbelts. Shortly, you started driving to Freddie's house. “Wanna listen to some music, love?” Roger asked.

You smiled and nodded. Roger turned on the radio and “Life in the Fast Lane” by the Eagles came on. You smiled and looked at your boyfriend, who was also smiling. You guys loved this song.

Once you arrived you were greeted by Freddie.

“Y/N, my darling!” Freddie hugged you. You giggled and hugged him back. You always loved how flamboyant he was. “Hi, Freddie.” You pulled apart from each other and he smiled. “You look fabulous tonight! Roger's always talking about how beautiful you are.” Freddie shot him a wink, and Roger's face turned bright red. “Come on, we have to show you what we've been working on!”

You both followed Freddie into the house and into the rehearsal room, where Brian and John were. “Hi, Y/N!” John walked over to you and hugged you. You smiled and hugged him back.

“Y/N! It's so nice to see you!” Brian said and did the same thing as John, to which you reciprocated. After a couple minutes of chatting and updating the other boys on how life had been going recently, they picked up their instruments and started playing the new stuff they wrote. Your eyes were on Roger the entire time, watching how he played the drums. You thought it was so hot, the way he would bang them, but at that moment, you wanted him to bang you instead.

You watched as his hair started getting messy, the slightest sheen of sweat covering his skin. He was so fucking hot. He also had the voice of an angel. His singing voice was so impressive, he could go from a rough, rocker voice to operatic, high notes.

After they finished playing, Freddie looked at you.

“What did you think, darling?” You looked up at him and smiled. “It was lovely.”He smiled back at you. “I'm glad you liked it, we've been working really hard on these songs.”

You guys went back to talking afterwards and had dinner together, just joking around and catching up on everyone's lives. While you were listening to John talking about what's been going on in his life lately, you felt Roger's hand rest on your thigh. You swallowed, acting as if you didn't feel anything.

As time passed, you felt his hand slowly move upwards, which caused a slight gasp to slip out of you. “Y/N, is something wrong?” Freddie asked with a knowing smile. “I just thought I forgot my purse at home for a second, but I just remembered it's in Roger's car.”

“Alright, darling.” He winked at you. After a while, you and Roger decided to go home. You both said goodbye to everyone and walked out to the car. Once you got in and started driving home, you felt Roger's hand on your thigh again. He would occasionally stroke it with his thumb every now and then, sending heat throughout your body.

When you got home, Roger parked the car, but he didn't unlock it and step out. “Roger, are we going in?”

He looked at you and chuckled. “You think I didn't notice you staring at me the way you did the entire time while I was playing?”

Fuck.

He chuckled again. “Let's go to the backseats, yeah? Is that ok?” You nodded. “Fuck, yes.” You unbuckled your seatbelt, climbing into the backseat as he did the same.

Once you were back there, he kissed you roughly. You both couldn't keep your fucking hands off of each other. As you were making out, you slid his button-up off of your body. Your lips disconnected as your clothes and shoes were thrown into the front seats.

You both were left in your undergarments as your lips met once again, your moans being muffled by his lips as Roger ran his hands up and down your body.

“Want your mouth on my dick.” Roger said breathlessly. You obliged, your hands moving to his boxers before sliding them off. His dick sprung out and hit his stomach. You spit in your hand, took his dick and started stroking him. “Fuck...” He rested his head against the door and his eyes fluttered shut.

You took him into your mouth and he let out a moan. You started sucking his dick and stroking him at the same time, earning heavenly moans and whimpers from your boyfriend. His hand found its way to your hair and he started pulling it. “Oh, fuck, Y/N…”

Soon, his moans got higher in pitch, telling you he was close. “Fuck, I'm gonna come, love... oh, fuck—” He let out a whimper and his hips bucked up into your mouth, his cum shooting down your throat. You pulled off of him and looked at him. He was panting, his chest rising and falling. "Mmm, fuck, you did so fucking good." He stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Please...” You whined. “Please what, darling?” He kept stroking your cheek. “Please fuck me...” You said, feeling heat rush down to the part of your body where you needed him most.

He laughed. “Lie back for me.” You did as he said and rested against the car door. His hands moved to unclasp your bra, and he took it off. “Fuck, your tits are beautiful...” He said, taking a moment to admire them before slowly taking off your underwear. He positioned himself, lying on top of you. “Are you ready, love?” You nodded quickly.

Roger pushed his dick into you slowly, and you let out a whimper. He started to rock his hips against yours, and you started moaning. “Fuck, Rog...” He groaned as he started to speed up a bit. “You're so fucking pretty, love...”

Soon, he was pounding into you, and you felt the car shake with each movement. Tears fell from your eyes and your mascara was running down your cheeks, your moans mixing into sobs from how good it felt. “Roger! Fu-uck!” You tugged on his blonde hair as a moan escaped from his lips.

You felt the heat in between your legs start to get stronger, more tears running down your cheeks. “I'm gonna come...” Roger's hand moved to your clit and started rubbing it in time with his thrusts, adding to the pleasure you were already experiencing. “Come for me, love...” He moaned out.

You felt the pressure in your abdomen build up before you let out a string of moans as you came, your vision blurry as tears streamed down from your eyes. “Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna- fuck!” Roger whimpered as he came shortly after you did.

His thrusts became sloppy before he stopped, leaning down to kiss your lips. You kissed him back, moaning against his lips. He pulled back, wiping your tears with his thumb. “You did so good, darling...” He said, panting. “I love you so much.” He kissed you again.

“I love you too...” He smiled. “Are you ok, love?” You nodded. “How about we go inside and rest for a while, hmm?” You nodded once more and smiled. “I'd love that.”

You both got dressed and went inside the house. You showered together to rinse all the sweat off of your bodies, holding each other close. Afterwards, Roger changed into a grey t-shirt and boxers, and you wore his black t-shirt and your undergarments.

You both got into bed and cuddled each other. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “I love you too, Roger.” Soon after, you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

-★-

Guys I’m so sorry if this is bad. I hope you enjoyed it though!

[rogermyreligion]

57 & 60 fluff with Roger, please?

57. "You smell so nice."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His little blue eyes, how could you say no?

You nodded affectionately. "Sure, go get comfortable"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masterlist

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

But You Can Never Leave

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

Chapter 1: Needles And Fretboards

Chapter 2: Accept The Fucking Offer

Chapter 3: Signed In Blood

Chapter 4: City Of Dreams

Chapter 5: Don’t Even Think About It

Chapter 6: Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Chapter 7: Forget Everything You Know

Chapter 8: The Light

Chapter 9: Follow The Rules

Chapter 10: Premonitions

Chapter 11: The Rush

Chapter 12: The Mirror

Chapter 13: Paper And Ink

Chapter 14: Fever

Chapter 15: Midnight Manhattan

Chapter 16: A Different Kind Of Life

Chapter 17: Shadows

Chapter 18: Summers In Florence

💜 All of my writing can be found HERE! 💜

[muschiettistrashmouth]

MOVIES - MASTERLIST

fluff💗; Smut🌶️; Angst💀 🕸 DRACULA (1931) 🕸:

All I Wanted Was You.💗💀 The wonder of you.💗 Feeding. 🌶️

Ⓐ AVENGERS Ⓐ:

Favorite Movies.💗

Horror Movies.💗

Nightmares.

✵ CAPTAIN MARVEL ✵:

Flirting.💗

2 times Carol saved you from getting hurt vs 1 time you saved her.💗

3AM.💗

🎈IT🎈

🎈BILL DENBROUGH -

Happy Birthday, babe.💗

Richie was right.💗

𓊖 X-MEN 𓊖:

Carving Pumpkins.💗

🎙BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY🎙:

🎙ROGER TAYLOR -

Relax.💗

Car Accident.

Friends With Benefits.💗

Food Fight.💗

🎙BRIAN MAY-

Period cramps.💗

Amusement Park.💗

Constellation.💗

Ticklish.💗

📽HERCULE POIROT 📽:

I don't wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your lips. Pt2.💗

🛇GHOSTBUSTERS🛇:

🛇RAY STANTZ-

First Kiss 💗

The Best Teacher 💗

🛇EGON SPENGLER-

Push, Push💗🌶️

Credits:

THE DIVIDERS ARE FROM CAFEKITSUNE

[illfoandillfie]

Baby, It's Alright

Future Management Series

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Words: 2,669

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*** 

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

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

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

[uwubhardy]

The most underrated album!!!

[magickcandie]

Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

(not my gif)

You weren’t necessarily dating Roger but it was well known he favored you. Everyone liked being around you but it wasn’t the same as it was with Roger. However on this particular afternoon, you had received a phone call from Brian and he didn’t disclose that much information. He said the address of the hotel and just said “Quick! It’s Roger.” Frankly that could mean a lot of things but either way you were on the next taxi there. When you had reached the door, you carefully knocked on it. Immediately it swung open and John ran from the room. His shirt was ripped, hanging on his shoulder. Freddie followed after, not bothering to say anything but one thing. “The gremlin is in there.” You peeked through the door and saw Brian talking to Roger who… was holding a TV! “Roger?” “Y/N! Thank God!! Help me! Your boyfriend is insane!” Brian shouted. You wanted to laugh. “What’s happening?” “He was angry after rehearsal.” “Angry at who?” “All of them! They’re ruining my song!” Roger shouted, taking a threatening step towards the window. Brian rolled his eyes. “It just needs help, Rog. Doesn’t mean you need to throw a telly out the window.” “You can go, Bri, I can handle this.” He seemed more than happy to leave and turned to exit the hotel room. “Come on, Rog, put it down. What if we get a drink instead?” It took a little more persuading and having to actually grab the TV from him, but you managed to walk him down to the bar. You thought about Brian said. “Brian said something.” Roger said first. “Oh? Right. Do you… I mean-” “Y/N, I really like you. I think you’re on of the best things to happen to me.” You smiled at him, taking his hand in yours. “I fancy you too, Roger.” He nudged your shoulder, clinking your glasses together and taking a drink.

Freddie held his hand on his hip. “Damn.” “I told you I’d win.” “Did you plan for Roger to angry! You could’ve planned anything else so he didn’t rip my shirt.” John argued, looking down at his borrowed shirt from Freddie. “No I didn’t plan for his anger. I just said boyfriend in front on Y/N and hoped she’d over think it.”

[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

Hormones - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader FanFiction

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

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

Word count: Aprox. 700

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to have a baby,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[michelle-is-writing]

Ben Hardy Masterlist ✨

Ben Hardy and some of his characters I have written for.

Ben Hardy

Drunk

Perfection

Serious

Quit

First Father's Day

Cold

The Best Gift

The Dress

Baking

Birthday

Missing You

Family

Roger Taylor

Missing You

My Spot

Engaged

Nerve

Dancing

Interruption

Delicate

Warren Worthington III

Future

Shopping

Clean

Protector

Other

Great Friends, 6 Underground

[vixemi]

Idk if anyone will know what I’m talking about but I’m trying to find a imagine about Roger Taylor played by Ben Hardy who cheats on reader with a fan I believe. Let a girl know if you find it.