#rogersdrumkit

[rogersdrumkit]

hi

my mental health/anxiety got so bad so i just logged off for a while, but i’m slowly recovering. do u still want more chapters of i’m with the drummer? just let me know and i might deliver 

[curlyclogs]

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[imaginesandideas]

Heyy can you write something with present day Roger where him and the reader had been married for about 30/40 years and they’re like suuuper cute, please? Ah, by the way I love your writing darling 💓 thank you so much

thank you sm anon! it really means a lot 💗

being married to Roger for 30+ years would include

you both have so many memories of the years when Queen was on the top and Freddie was still here

even now you often join them on tour or during recording sessions

mainly to distract Roger

but also helping with making some important decisions and taking loads of photos

you still have many polaroids taken back in the day

many from Freddie’s parties

the one you cherish the most is the photo somebody took of you two on the day you met

you’re both look absolutely drunk on it

and in fact you are

you’re sticking your tongue out and Roger is just classic Roger, grinning with his eyes squinted underneath brown shades

there was a lot of champagne happening that night

and even more over the next months

it was years later when Freddie has told you that it was actually Roger’s idea to invite you more often to the parties

if you weren’t available for some reason, he’d refuse to come as well, since “there’s no point to”

you thought it was cute but it could be years later and he’d still only shrug it off, blushing

“Ow stop! Don’t make a sap out of me now.”

“But that’s sweet Rogie! You fell for me at first sight!”

“Second. If not third, cause I’ve already been drinking for an hour when you came.”

you’re constantly teasing one another

Roger is generally a huge sass, even to the point of being petty

but you always know how to talk back

and he loves it about you

“You’re always so snotty.”

“But you love me don’t you?”

“Yeah, I’m a lucky lad.”

he’s not lying when he says so

he’s fully aware of how cranky he gets at times, and is still amazed by how lucky he is that you’re still by his side

“Through thick and thin?”

He whispered one more time before putting the golden ring with both your initials embodied on it. You gazed up at him, your other hand coming to rest on his cheek reassuringly. His lips were trembling from nervousness, all the emotions and insecurities now exposing themselves. But everything was perfect. All your dearest friends were gathered around you, coastal breeze tangling in your hair and the long lace sundress you were wearing. And there he was. Dressed all in white, shirt semi buttoned as usual. Your short-tempered blonde.

“Through thick and thin loverboy.”

your honeymoon lasted 6 months

it was obviously his idea

mainly because he wanted to have you all for himself for as long as it’s possible, before the boys were ready to record again

and those were by far the best days of your life

not that other ones were bad

but during these 6 months you’ve only fallen more in love with Roger, so as you came back home, you two were like teenage sweethearts all over again

you also quickly learned how to snap back at people with Rog

he never lets others get in his way and you admire him for it

he also doesn’t like when people gossip about you or anything related to your relationship, so it isn’t a rare thing for you to confront him at home after he badmouthed some poor, young and inexperienced journalist

on the other hand, he has always been a huge flirt

still is

only now he’s always hitting on people to tease you

for example when he’s talking to conventionally attractive interviewer, and he keeps giving his best smug grins every now and then

oh, and the cheesy pick up lines

you only roll your eyes cause you know you’re the one who’s taking him home anyway

Roger just enjoys it too much to stop, so you accept it as a part of his nature

he also adores when you’re miffed, so he can be all whiny until you forgive him

“Love she’s not even that good-looking.”

“She’s a minger! A scrubber! And you’re an old, barmy idiot! You’re really enjoying yourself don’t you? Stop laughing!”

at some point you just let go after he makes it up to you

and boy, he knows how 👀

after so many years of marriage you’re not letting yourself throw a paddy over ordinary things

and Roger knows you far too well by now and can tell when you’re really upset with something, and knows what will lighten up your mood

vacation for instance

since he’s not touring so much these days, you are off to somewhere hot quite often

there, you’re spending all days sunbathing, having long walks on the beach, sipping mojitos and generally enjoying each other’s company

you might be lazing in your hotel bed, the door to your terrace open, letting soft ocean breeze in, when you hear Roger strumming the guitar somewhere outside and humming

your gaze softens as he enters, singing some mushy ballad he used to hit on you with

you crawl to where he sits on the edge of the bed and place your head on his thigh as he continues playing

you let yourself get lost in tender sharpness of his voice, something you fell for, the moment you heard him for the first time

by the time the song is over, he holds up your hand and kisses it lovingly

no matter how much you two have been through, he still makes your heart skip a beat and you’re pretty sure your life would be a complete bore without him in it

life with Roger is a rollercoaster, but it’s totally worth all of it

~~~~~

oh my, how I loved writing this (I need more already)

taglist: @rogersdrumkit @rogersfalsettos @erinhardytaylor @cyborgfromthesupermarket @sabbrriiinnaa @wolverinesbeer @simplyvictoria-93 @laubluered @ceruleanrainblues @shae-is-not-ok @i-am-sarah @imamazzellhoe @shishterfackisback @rogerstambourinee @rockyroadthepastryarchy

[siempre-pedro]

Ben Has That on Lock

Ben Hardy x Reader blurb

Request:  can you do one where the reader and ben are costars in borhap (like she plays mary or something) and they’re secretly dating. then in and interview either one of them or one of the other boys accidentally blurts out that they’re dating? i’ve been binge reading all your writing and i love it! 💛💛 -@rogersdrumkit

Summary: Joe accidentally blurts out Ben and the reader are dating during an interview

Word count: 570

A/N: AHHHH Thankyouuuuu!!!!! I hope you like this and I’m sorry its so short :)

“I want to talk a little about Mary,” the reporter starts, smiling at the three cast members sitting on the brown couch across from her. Joe and Ben look at Y/N who nods and repositions herself, sitting up a little straighter and brushing her hand against Ben’s knee before placing them in her lap. Ben watches on as she answers the questions, he admired the way she spoke and smiled the whole time, the same smile he fell in love with on the day they met on set.

She laughed at his wig and he complimented hers when they passed in the hall while they filmed the Smile scenes. She would tuck the fake hair behind her ear and smile to herself as she walked away, not wanting him to see her blush or smile stupidly at herself. He heard Joe cough loudly, making him break the unconscious stare. Ben gave him a small nod of thanks and placed his elbow on the side of the couch.

“Mary and Freddie had a beautiful relationship, and you and Rami have fantastic chemistry. Did any feelings occur during filming?” A blush formed on Y/N cheeks, she smiled graciously and looked down at her fingers and nervously played with the rings on her fingers.

“No,” she chuckles, “Rami is a fantastic actor and a great friend but nothing happened beyo-”

Her sentence was cut off by Joe who laughs “Yeah, Ben has that on lock,” he blurts out unexpectedly. There was a light gasp from the couple, breathes hitches as their head turns quickly to look at their friend who looked ashamed. Y/N’s eyebrows knit together in fear, she had to put on a face for the camera so when she turned to face the woman her face was completely calm.

Ben other the other hand was unreadable, he was debating with himself whether to be mad at Joe or relieved that they didn’t have to carry on the secret anymore.

“I-Is that true?” the woman asks excitedly.

Ben shifts in his seat and nods, biting his lip “Y-yeah. It is”

After the interview, Y/N leaned against a stone column with her arms crossed as the blonde man rubbed her arms to calm her. “I am so so so sorry,” Joe apologizes as he aproches them, his face full of worry. His hands come up to his face, rubbing his features with a remorseful groan. The pair looks at him with matched expressions.

Ben places on an arm and his friends bicep “It’s alright,” he sighs, offering up a small smile.

“So I don’t have to promote the cutout to my number one?” The joke lightened the air.

“Nah,” Ben brings him in for a hug, tapping his back. Joe happily accepts and holds out his hand for Y/N to shake.

“Excuse me?” the same woman from before interjects the happy moment. “Our interview won’t air for a couple of days…we can cut out that footage,” she offers, placing her clasped hands over her lap.

Ben and Y/N looks at eachother, he takes her by the waist and brings her close to his side “No, it’s fine the way it is. Thank you. It’s time everyone knew about us.”

“We’re sorry we made things awkward,” Y/N says, grimacing.

The reporter smiles happily “Oh please, that was the sweetest. You have a good wingman.”

When she walks away Ben kisses his girlfriend on the top of her head “I love you,” he tells her softly.

“I love you too, Ben.”

[aint-nodenying]

beatles fic + IMPORTANT PSA

i’m planning to write a beatles fic, whom is gonna read this bad boy???? i’m feeling some creative juices flowing lol

i’m not gonna give too much away since i feel like this idea hasn’t been done much in this fandom but i’m definitely gonna make this bad boy long!!!

if anyone wants to read, i’ll make a taglist, which you can join here: x

and fuck it i’ll make the doc a list for all of my taglists lol i saw that idea done on another account but i’m gonna give it a shot.

just let me know, cheers xx

(also it’s a paul mccartney fic and i’m gonna tag my usual victims just to get the word around, ignore if you don’t wanna read it, but definitely join my taglist doc above if you’re a normal victim please i love u guys)

usual victims:

@polaroids @magicwithaknife @rogersdrumkit @blitchen @mxrcury-love @lady1505 @shae-is-not-ok @alexfayer @fuckinghurricanesoul @committed-no-crime

[rogeryoubastard]

This or That

Thanks for tagging me @mercurys-bike 🌼💛

Bassist or 🌼guitarist🌼

🌼Tea🌼 or coffee

🌼The Beatles🌼 or The Rolling Stones

Morning person or 🌼night owl🌼

🌼Writing by hand🌼 or typing

🌼Sunrises🌼 or sunsets

🌼Roses🌼 or tulips

🌼London🌼 or Paris

🌼Greek🌼 or Roman

🌼Earbuds🌼 or headphones

🌼Eyes🌼 or lips

🌼Moon🌼 or sun

🌼Vocals🌼 or instrumentals

Vanilla or 🌼chocolate🌼

New Orleans or 🌼New York🌼

Horoscope:

Taurus 

I’m tagging:

@rogersdrumkit​

@tv-saved-the-teenage-girl

@bensroger

@jim-mercury

@rendezvousroger

@all-we-hear-is

@cosmicsskies

@rogerinatrash

(sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged, you don’t have to do this) 

[rogersdrumkit]

i’m with the drummer - part 1

a/n: okay this isn’t my best work but I really wanted to write something, so give me a little more time and it will improve! also the chapters will get longer (this one is not very long - sorry)!!

warnings: none, except god-awful writing :,)

“Yesterday, my life was in ruins...” y/n sang quietly to herself as she parked her car in front of the pub that her brother was going to be performing at that night with his band. After making her way to the back, she found her brother sitting with who she could only assume were his bandmates.

Brian kissed y/n on the cheek and said, “These are the boys! Right here,” he pointed to the one with long brown hair, “is our new bassist, John Deacon.”

“Darling, I’m Freddie!” the one with the unusual teeth said. “I do most of the singing since your brother over here sounds like a dying animal,” Freddie joked, earning a snicker from the other boys and an eye roll from Brian.

The drummer, who y/n had already met a few times before at previous concerts, simply smirked at her and said, “I hope you remember me, love. I know I remember you...” he eyed her up and down, winked, then said, “it’s hard to forget a pretty face like that.”

Brian just swat the back of his head and scolded him because apparently “little sisters were off limits”. Roger just kept smiling. 

“So he does this a lot?” Freddie asked. “The flirting?”

“Well I’ve only met him a few times but I’ve heard stories about how outrageous he can be with girls, especially after concerts - he thinks he’s a real rock star already,” y/n laughed. She turned to Brian, who had finished lecturing his friend and said, “I’m going to go out and get my spot in the crowd, but good luck boys!”

The show was amazing. They did a new song called “Keep Yourself Alive”, and y/n absolutely loved it. Freddie lit up the room and the crowd ate it up. Brian was amazing as always, and the new bassist, John impressed y/n. But she kept playing this little game with Roger. He would wink at her and she would find a way to flirt back, whether it was dancing or winking right back at the blond drummer. Apparently Brian had noticed and wasn’t a big fan.

“What was that?” He asked her. “With you and Rog?”

Y/n laughed lightly, “Bri, don’t worry about it, it’s shameless flirting and I see you do it all the time with girls after gigs.”

Brian responded, “But this is different, y/n/n, he’s a player.”

She raised an eyebrow and y/n said, “I told you. I doesn’t mean anything.”

The cycle between Roger and y/n continued show after show, and she would always visit him after seeing her brother. Now, sometimes she would ride around town in his car with him and sometimes he would come over. They were still flirting, but now it had become physical: small kisses on the cheek, hands on each other’s thigh, and it seemed y/n was always playing with Roger’s hair (she was the only one he let touch it). They had become best friends, and the two were having a hard time convincing themselves - and Brian - that that’s all that it was.

One night it became particularly hard to keep convinced that the two were just friends. The band, now called Queen, came over for drinks after a show, and y/n had decided to join them. She was sitting in between Rog and Mary, Freddie’s girlfriend, and it seemed that she was progressively scooting closer to Roger.

While the others were seemingly occupied with a story Deaky was telling, y/n leaned up to whisper in Rog’s ear, “You were wonderful tonight, Rog. As always.”

He gave a cheeky grin and y/n felt his hot breath in her ear as he spoke, giving her goosebumps. “Only because I know you’re out there, love.”

She chuckled softly and turned back to him, smiling wide, the alcohol clearly getting to her as she made an awful joke, “Bang me like you bang your drums.”

He started cracking up, drawing the attention of the others in the room. They questioned what was so funny, but he wouldn’t repeat y/n’s awful attempt at a drum joke. After everyone gave up on trying to get him to crack and went back to focusing on John’s story, he pressed a kiss to y/n’s jaw, right under her ear, not caring if Brian saw, then whispered one last thing: “If I can get you alone sometime, doll, then maybe I will.”

a/n: okay! there’s part one! let me know what you think of it and if I should continue!

tags: @16wiishes​

[curlyclogs]

heck yes nicole you already know I’m gonna be refreshing your page all night reading this smut ;) and I’m so here for all of this roger kink stuff, and the one with ben at the interview. 😅 I’m such a slut for those two and you’re just feeding my obsession. not that I mind. I absolutely love your writing 🧡

yay!! i’m excited to hear it! i’m glad someone’s looking forward to my posts! hopefully you enjoy what i have for you tonight! there’s some fluff in there, too!! hopefully i don’t disappoint and you enjoy!! 💖💖

[imaginesandideas]

All mine.

REQUEST: i had an idea for a smut. an angsty, fluffy smut if you will. my idea is that the reader has self image issues and never takes her shirt off during sex. roger talks to her about it and reassures her that she’s is beautiful and loves her regardless of how her body looks. i think it would be super cute but at the same time it would be hot.

(I’m so so so sorry it took me so long 😣 It turned out to be less smutty than I intended to, but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless 💜)

WARNINGS: self-doubt, a lot of emotions, but mainly FLUFF and SMUTish undertones

word count: 1.5k

~~~~~

 Roger continues leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck as you straddle him, fingers tugging at the hair on his neck.

 Having Roger home always gives you a chance to get more domestic, spend more time together and not necessarily on partying. The halls of the apartment feel no longer so cold and lonely, since everything about him radiates warmth. His energy. His spirit. His lips. His hands as he squeezes your body underneath his own.

 You’re wearing just your knickers and a plain tshirt that serves as pyjama top, while Roger wears boxers as per every other Saturday morning that you are about to spend lazying in the sheets. You are getting a lot of those recently since the boys took a break off touring.

Roger was never really a homebody, but you’ve made him change his mindset a bit. He started to love those days when you didn’t have to leave early, much too early for him to notice your morning routine.

On the weekends, or days off working, he forces you to stay in bed longer than usually, just so he has enough time to please you and make you beg for more afterwards. And then dazzle you with breakfast. Spoil you with lazy kisses all over your body, making you hungry for more.

 His hands roam hazily, his eyes still wrapped in morning slumber. He lets out a stifled moan as you yank at his hair unconsciously.

You’re feeling him everywhere. His fingers so feathery like, yet full of capacity, the effects of his actions painted on your skin with flush redness. The veins on your neck just as evident as his, hearts racing in your own, indescribable rhythm with one another.

His fingers skillfully slip underneath the hem of your shirt, tracing lines up your sides, though you are too distracted by his beguiling kissing and groping. You don’t even realize when he pulls it off you, your arms coming up ever so naturally to help get the clothing out of the way, leaving you topless.

Head thrown back in ecstasy while he’s leaving open mouthed kisses, you only then feel goosebumps on your skin, soft wind coming from open window reaching heated skin on your back.

You feel icy shudder climbing up your spine and your eyes shoot open. You tense.

“Ro-Roger, no, please.” your hands come up to his face, pulling him away from your chest, where his lips were leaving trails of kisses down the valley between your breasts. His expression represents utter confusion, lips parted in a round shape, pink and swollen. His brows formed in a frown, with eyes still a bit hooded.

 You try to push yourself up, covering your front with crossed arms, but his hands are quick to take you down by gripping your hips firmly.

“Love, what’s-“

“Please, let me get my shirt back.”

“Love.”

“Roger please!” tears are gathering up in the corners of your eyes, and  you have to force yourself not to let them fall down your face like waterfall.

You felt embarrassed already, and tears would be a literal cherry on top of it all.

 His grip loosens and you take it as a opportunity to get out of his grasp, immediately covering yourself with bedsheet before you reach to the floor for your shirt. Throwing it over your head, you let the unwarranted white cloth fall to the floor. Your lip trembles but a content exhale leaves your lips nonetheless. Closing your eyes you position yourself on his lap again, as if nothing happened. You seek to make up for abruptly stopped makeout by attaching your lips to his neck again, but he’s already going against it. You feel his fingers underneath your chin before he forces you to look him in the eyes. His whole expression is rejuvenated with tender sort of worry beaming from below his brows and tantalising lashes. You envied him those. You could only wish to have such piercing look in your eyes, the one you fell for instantly. You could only wish you were as complacent as he is, how content he always seems to be with whatever he’s up to. How he almost never lets anyone bring him down. Or how celestial he looks asleep on the bed, hair disheveled, his whole form molten in sleep, looking like ancient god of some sort, only fixed in sculpture.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of love.” his voice is so endearing you could swoon in the moment. Overlooked tears stream down your cheeks to be swiftly caught by Roger’s gentle fingers. “I love you. All of you my love.” Jaw trapped in the subtle grip of his palm as he places his lips on yours, so innocuously you practically feel your own heart stop for a brief moment. It’s all there - your doubts, months of built-up guilt and uneasiness towards him. The images of your fully exposed body taunting you like trauma you can’t let go of. It’s almost bitter when you swallow a mentally painful moan, but he’s there, coating your lips, tongue and soul with indescribable passion. He pulls back to kiss away the trails of your tears and lower to the underline of your jaw, making you giggle softly as his nose tickles your skin. You can sense him smile into to kiss.

“My girl.” Another one closer to your ear. “My terrific, excellent, gorgeous woman.” You gasp, stifling a loud moan threatening to escape your mouth when he bites just below your ear, leaving a blooming earring-like mark. His hot, sweet lips sealing it like invisible patch.

Involuntarily you close your eyes and allow yourself to melt into his touch, his praises, his gruelling kisses. Neck tilted eagerly. Eyelids heavy. You’re stripped down to his worship and soon you get rid of your shirt too.

“Glorious. Fierce. Gutsy. Fucking hot.” Every word sealed by reddish count on your neck and collarbones, while the arm wrapped around your waist keeps you in place. The other hand is holding your face carefully. Your own arms are resting on his shoulders, mind drowning in the lust haze.

 His every breath and caress is so convincing, so inviting. You feel a wave of brashness sliding down your back and your hips buckle down, hands coming down to the hem of your vast tee. Before you even attempt to lift the material he stops you, hands coming down from where they rested to your hips.

“I don’t want to push you to do anything. I lo-“ in a blink of an eye your lips crash in a carnal need.

Anchored by the love he’s feeding you with.

 Not long after you part, you manage to breathe out a “Shut up already” before he’s throwing himself at you, trapping you beneath him. His savvy fingers gently slipping under the cotton fabric, exposing your middle inch by inch. Suddenly your insecurities struck you again. Your body shudders ever so slightly, muscles tensing for a brief second before he leans down.

He knows.

He sees it in your eyes. His delicate, insatiable fingertips brushing against your skin. You’d focus on the flaws, on the tiniest defects you so expertly examine when alone in front of the bathroom mirror.

But he’s not you. He sees you in a different light. In the light of your morning lovemaking, in the light of your evening dances in the kitchen, in the light of your afternoon smiles as you talk about your day, in the light of your warm body against his at night.

His desire filled gaze is glued to yours when his mouth lowers to your abdomen.

“My love. Mine.”

 His whole attitude is filled with the yearning you could almost get used to. But the softness he’s gracing you with, makes you unable to treat it like it’s about to be just regular sex.

You reach out and pull him in for another kiss. Both your lips are swollen by now, and you let your fingers tug at his hair enough to earn a throaty groan. All the hiding, all the worrying meant nothing in comparison to what you’re feeling as his lingering touch climbs up your sides. You know those fingertips far too well. How gentle they can be, despite their coarseness, the reason being years of intense drumming sessions and touring. Those calloused hands have given you most of the love and pleasure you’ve ever experienced in your life, and you wouldn’t trade them even for the smoothest pair.

“What’s on ya mind darling?” he eyes you curiously. His hands are cupping your breasts now and you gasp at how your body temperatures differ. You reach out to move a bit damp strands of hair from his forehead. Your subtle side coming to the front as you caress his cheek.

“You.” Roger shoots you a toothy grin in an instant before responding, his whole body hovering low above your own.

“The feeling’s mutual love. Can’t bloody stop.”

~~~~~

(Comments, ideas and words of notice are always appreciated 💜)

Roger taglist: @rogersdrumkit @rogersfalsettos @erinhardytaylor @cyborgfromthesupermarket @sabbrriiinnaa @wolverinesbeer @simplyvictoria-93 @laubluered @ceruleanrainblues @shae-is-not-ok @i-am-sarah @imamazzellhoe @shishterfackisback @rockyroadthepastryarchy @tanya-is-dead @twistingrealityagain

[aint-nodenying]

five things: TEASER

teaser for five things (b.m)

Brian glanced back towards the bar and saw the bartender slide him the beers with a wink. He tipped one of the beers towards the man in appreciation and gathered the three remaining drinks in one hand. He turned around to face Charlie and took a sip out of his beer. Her eyes followed his lips which were wrapped around the bottle’s neck and at the droplet of alcohol on his plump bottom lip.

Brian saw a mischevious glint in her eyes and was about to ask her what she was thinking of when she interrupted him and swiped her thumb across his plush lip to pick up the alcohol. She stuck the same thumb into her mouth and sucked at it, her eyes fluttering shut.

Brian’s mouth parted slightly in shock and watched as her eyes opened slowly with a small smirk around her finger. The boner that he had before that disappeared returned at full force and he didn’t know what to do. She turned her torso away from him and kept her eyes on him before winking and walking towards the stage to help pack the equipment.

“Fuck. Me.”

taglist is: open

victims:

@polaroids @magicwithaknife @rogersdrumkit  @blitchen @mxrcury-love@lady1505 @shae-is-not-ok

[rogeryoubastard]

Tag I’m It

I was tagged by @tini-monster thx bb

Rules: Tag some people you want to get to know better and answer the questions

Relationship Status: Single... 

Favorite color(s): I like tons of colors. I love yellows and muted greens. Blue is probably my favorite. both soft pastel colors and deep dark midnight sky vibed. 

Top three ships: Idk,,, i don’t really ship that much and I can’t remember

Lipstick or Chapstick: Well,,, i love color on my lips but i like having hydrated lips so chapstick i guess? What if i choose an in between and choose lipgloss? I’m a hoe for a good gloss. 

Last Song: 80′s Films by Jon Bellion

Last Movie: I literally just rewatched BoRhap but I feel like that’s a boring answer. So before that I rewatched 16 Candles because it makes me happy. 

Who will I tag!? @mercurys-bike @bensroger @the-disco-deaky @bohemianrhapsodyimagines @rogersdrumkit @blushmis

(i just tagged ppl that came up in various ways lol) None of you have to participate 

[rogersdrumkit]

i’m with the drummer - part 9

a/n: sorry this took FOREVER! hope it was worth it.

warnings: a little language, references to sex, miscarriage.

previous parts:

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

You woke up to Roger mumbling softly in his sleep, “Don’t you hear me...calling you...” You smiled softly and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, then attempted to slip out of bed, careful not to wake him up, but he pulled you back on top of him. “Mmm,” he hummed. “Stay with me.” Roger knew what he was doing. He wanted you to stay in bed all day, and whether he wanted to just cuddle or if he wanted more was unbeknownst to you. 

But ever since the miscarriage you hadn’t been too physical with each other. “Rog,” you warned. He was trying to get you to miss work, but now that you had graduated and started a job as a real nurse, you couldn’t be late. 

“Come on, doll, we don’t ever get time anymore,” he protested. And he was right. If you weren’t sleeping or working, you were in the nursery sulking, even though he hated you being in there (he saw what it did to you).

If you were feeling alright, then typically he wasn’t. It was a vicious cycle of playing babysitter for each other; you made sure that the other was eating, sleeping, and showering when they were too sad to want to do anything  

You thought about staying, but got out of bed and made your way into the bathroom to get a quick shower before work.

You stripped as the room filled with steam, then got in when the temperature was right. A few moments later, you heard the curtain open, and Roger stepped in. “I don’t have time to-” you started.

He cupped your face, “Can’t I just take a morning shower with the love of my life?”

You blushed, and then pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “No funny business,” you said, and he saluted, mocking your serious tone. You turned away from him to grab the shampoo, and you felt him slap your ass. “Rog!” You yelped and turned back around to face him. 

He was looking around with a cheeky grin plastered on his face, as if you were talking to someone else. “Who, me?” He asked in faux confusion. You giggled and playfully swatted his chest. 

Roger helped you wash your hair, and when he wasn’t doing that, he had his arms around your waist and was whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “I love you...you’re so beautiful, love...you’re my world...I love you so much y/n...” he mumbled into your ear, your back pressed against his chest. This was one of the first truly intimate moments you two had shared since returning from the hospital. You were hardly sharing deep kisses, and when you slept you rarely even faced each other. Neither of you were mad at the other, it’s just that you were both hurting.

Roger wanted to see the old you. He missed your smile, your laugh, and you cracking dirty jokes with him no matter who else was around. He wanted to hold you, but not just when you were crying. He wanted to feel you, not just your presence from the other room. Roger missed you.

Your mind was racing a mile a minute too. You wanted to be happy with him again, but it was so hard. You had always said that Roger had your entire heart, but now there was a hole that was supposed to be reserved for Oliver. You reassured yourself that Roger would be there for you the whole time, just like he always was. You felt awful that you hadn’t been communicating with him a lot recently, but you just didn’t know how. The only times you really expressed emotions anymore was when you sobbed into his chest, crying about your baby. You also felt guilty, because you didn’t want to make it all about you. Roger had lost a child too, but here he was trying to put on a smile just to make you feel a little better.

You turned around so you were facing him, but kept your vision locked on his chest, unable to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry for not talking to you,” you said quietly. You couldn’t imagine how lost he must be feeling. Up until about two weeks, you had hardly uttered a word, except for a few ‘I love you’s’ before work and bed.

He sighed. “You don’t have to apologize y/n. It’s going to be hard, but I know we can get through it together, okay?” You nodded and Rog pulled you to his chest, swaying ever so slightly. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he continued, “But please, baby girl, don’t shut me out. I’m here for you, yeah? You know I’d drop everything in an instant if you needed me. It’s always you.”

He pulled away from the embrace to lift your chin up, so you were looking in his eyes. “I love you,” you whispered. And he pulled you in for a kiss.

“I love you too, but I’m afraid I’ve made you late again, Miss May,” he said, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. 

Your eyes widened as you realized how much time had passed since you got in the shower; you had been so caught up in your thoughts to notice earlier. You hurried out of the shower to get dressed and dry your hair, and Roger had even made you a coffee and grabbed a muffin for you. “But it was worth it, right? You got to see me, naked, in the shower,” he said with a smirk as he handed you your keys.

“You think I’d rather take a hot shower with you than be on time to work?” You joked. “Uh huh, in your dreams, Taylor,” you said with a smile, then kissed him on the cheek, and you were on your way. 

+++

Work was dreadful, as always. You were currently working on the pediatric floor, which didn’t make your day any easier, but thankfully the head nurse on your floor knew about your situation and would let you take a break if she noticed you weren’t doing too well.

Right now was one of those times. You were in a supply room, wiping a few stray tears off of your face and trying to focus yourself enough to get back out to work. You took a deep breath, redid your ponytail, and opened the door, only to hear a familiar voice.

“Yes, that is me,” you heard the person say, and you turned to see Roger standing down at the end of the hall, talking to one of your coworkers. She put a hand on his arm, but he quickly brushed it off and said in an impatient voice, “Actually, I was looking for my girlfriend, y/n. Would you-?”

He caught sight of you walking towards him and smiled happily. He greeted you with a quick kiss and pulled a bouquet of sunflowers and red roses from behind his back.

You gasped and took the flowers. “Rog...you really didn’t have to,” you said, but you couldn’t hide the big grin on your face.

“Of course I did! I’m taking you out to lunch!” He took your hand and led you to the nurses station.

“Press the call button in your room if you need assist-” Susan, the head nurse started in a monotone voice, still looking down at the chart in her hand. “Oh, y/n...and Roger Taylor?” she asked, blushing slightly (something that happened a lot when people saw Roger). A few of the other nurses’ ears perked up when they heard Rog’s name.

“Ah, wonderful, you know me!” He said with a fake smile plastered on his face. “So I don’t have to explain the whole...dentist turned rockstar thing!”

Susan laughed, even though it was an awful joke. You knew what he was doing now. He was trying to use his status as Queen’s drummer to get what he wanted. And you knew exactly how to play along.

He continued, “Well you know I’m very busy with the band, and y/n here is actually helping a lot right now with our new album! There’s a big meeting at the record company today,” he lied through his teeth. “so would you mind if I borrowed her for the day?”

Susan looked at you, then Roger. You spoke up, a sweet smile on your face. “The boys are just under so much stress right now, trying to get out another album. And I want to do everything I can to make sure they aren’t worried about meetings, but much rather focused on talking to fans like yourself. I’m going today with them to answer any questions that they don’t want to.”

You saw him wink at her out of the corner of your eye, and you were going to tease him for it later, but for now, it was definitely helping your case.

Susan looked awestruck as she said, “Yes, yes, of course...you can even have tomorrow off if you need it too, y/n. I wouldn’t want to keep Queen waiting.”

You thanked her, then headed towards the lift, still holding Roger’s hand. As soon as you got on and the doors closed, you started laughing. “Are you kidding me? Dentist turned rockstar? Says the man who doesn’t let anyone call him a dentist!” You mimicked him.

He grinned cheekily at you, then said, “That was better than ‘much rather focused on talking to fans like yourself’’! You don’t even talk like that!”

“Oh yeah...what about that wink I saw?” you nudged him. “Are you gonna leave me for Susan? You might have to settle for grandpa instead of dad in that case!” You laughed, then realized what you said.

“Y/n/n...”

“No, Rog, it’s okay. You said we’re going to get through it together. And we are. We’re going to have kids one day,” you said, smiling as the doors opened to the main floor of the hospital. 

You walked off, then turned back around to see Roger not moving. “Are you coming or what? I don’t even know where we’re going!” you said, watching him stare back at you with an unfamiliar expression on his face. It almost looked like he was relieved.

Roger walked towards you and snaked an arm around your waist. You looked up at him and he looked back with a toothy grin. “It’s so nice to hear you say that out loud,” he said softly, then kissed your forehead and led you out to his car.

+++

He was bringing you to the studio, where the boys really were recording another album, A Day At The Races. Brian had told the other boys at another meeting about the miscarriage, and Roger was going to first, but couldn’t finish his sentence without breaking down, he had told you later.

Roger was the last to arrive to the meeting that day, something unusual for him, but he had stayed at home late to make sure you had eaten your food instead of just throwing it out because you ‘didn’t feel well enough’.

He sulked into the studio, lots of thoughts running through his mind. Of course he was distraught about Oliver, but he was worried about you the most. You could make more babies, but he didn’t know what he was going to do if he lost you too. When he opened the door, Freddie had greeted him with a hug, much to Brian’s dismay (he knew why Roger had called the meeting and what he was about to tell the other boys).

Roger had pushed Fred away and sat down on the couch, tears still in his eyes from the car ride.

“Roger...what is it? Come on, you and y/n get into a fight?” Fred asked jokingly. You and Roger hardly ever really fought, but mostly bickered like an old married couple.

Brian shot him a death glare.

“Y/n and I...um...we...” his voice broke and tears started rolling down his face. “We...” He looked up from his lap and up at Brian.

“It’s alright Rog, I’ve got it,” your brother had said in a gentle voice. “About a week ago, y/n and Rog had to go to the hospital in the middle of the night, and they...they found out that they lost the baby.”

John and Freddie turned to Roger, but he was staring blankly at the wall. “I just, I don’t know what I did wrong,” he said, almost sobbing.

Deaky had spoke up, “No, Roger. You can’t blame this on yourself. It’s nobody’s fault.”

“You weren’t there! She was screaming in pain, and, and throwing up because of the pain too! Then they took him out of her, and she got to hold him...and I saw her heart shatter into a million pieces! She’s never going to be the same again!” He said, his eyes bloodshot. “It might not have been my fault!” He stood up and started pacing. “But...but all I could do was watch! I watched as she laid in bed in agony days after that, refusing to eat. She doesn’t even look at me anymore.”

He stopped, then turned towards the boys again. “You know what she told me? She said that she was sorry and that she should have done better...she thinks that she did this...”

Freddie had wrapped Rog in a hug, and the blonde had stopped yelling and was now crying into his friend’s chest. 

Roger hadn’t told you all of that, of course. “Ready, y/n?” he asked before you two walked into the booth.

You squeezed his hand, nodded, and stepped inside, drawing the attention of the others.

“Y/n! Come in, darling! So nice to see you again!” Fred said as he hugged you.

You chuckled and hugged him back. “Hi, Fred!”

John stood up from where he was sitting with Veronica, who had her hand on her ever-growing belly. You looked at John, then Ronnie, then back at the bassist. You put a smile on your face, and Roger noticed your grip on his hand had tightened.

“Deaky! How are you?” Rog said, breaking the small silence.

“We’re great! Bri’s in there getting ready to do the solo for ‘Somebody to Love’, then you can get in there and do your part for ‘Drowse’, if you want,” John suggested. 

You looked into the box and Bri waved at you.

While he recorded, you sat on the couch, Rog in between you and Ronnie. He saw the look you gave her earlier and was afraid you were going to rip her hair out if she said one thing about her kids. You two made small talk about your work and Rog had his hand on your thigh to comfort you.

Then it was his turn to go in the box, and him and Bri traded spots. You chatted with your brother about the album, and even though you had your brother next to you, it was better when Rog was there.

You tried to steady yourself by taking a few deep breaths, but it was too much when Ronnie said, “Robert misses you y/n! He keeps asking when you’re going to babysit again.”

It shouldn’t have bothered you, but it did. You swallowed and stood up. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Y/n...” Brian said. He knew Veronica didn’t mean anything by it, but babysitting was your and Roger’s thing to do together, and it made you feel like you already had a kid.

Roger saw you leave mid-drum solo and he stopped playing. He rushed out of the box and asked, “What happened?” No one answered, so he followed you down the hall and into the women’s bathroom, where you were standing in front of a mirror. 

You turned around to face him, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I freaked out.”

He held your face in his hands and wiped the few tears off of your face. “It’s alright, you don’t have to apologize love.”

Back in the booth, Veronica said dumfounded, “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I know, it’s just going to be hard for her at first I think,” Bri said softly. “I’ll go see where her and Rog are.” Bri left the room and roamed around the studio, followed by the other boys (against his will) until he heard your voice in the bathroom. He motioned for the others to be quiet as they listened.

“It’s just, Ronnie and John are gonna have two perfectly healthy babies, and we’re struggling to even have one!”

Roger sat you down on the counter and brushed your hair away from your face. “It’s gonna happen for us, y/n. It will. We can try again, if you want.”

Outside, Bri’s eyes went wide.

You tilted your head up to lock eyes with Roger.

“I mean, we don’t have to, if you don’t want...and I know we said we were going to wait until we got married for another baby, but if you-” he rambled.

You cut him off by kissing him, and when you pulled away, he was a bright shade of red.

“We can try again, Roggie.”

He scratched the back of his head, smiling, as you hopped down from the counter. “I just want a family with you, y/n. And we can try for however long it takes, I promise.”

You stuck out your pinkie and he shook it with his. “You think we can get of here to go get a head start?” you asked with a smirk, and Rog snickered as he put his arm around you.

“We can most definitely try, baby.”

Bri was standing there with crossed arms as you opened the door. “You promised you’d wait until you had a ring-”

You and Rog kept smiling as you jokingly poked you brother’s chest. “’Scuse me, Bri.”

“But you said you’re going to try for another baby!”

You and Rog looked at each other and shook your heads. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, mate,” the drummer said.

“Roger...” Bri warned.

“Hmm?” He asked in a confused tone as him and you stepped around Brian.

“I don’t see a ring on her finger!”

You giggled as Roger picked you up bridal style. “Sorry, Bri!” You said as you waved goodbye.

“Where do you think you’re going?” your brother asked.

“I’m going to put a baby in your sister!” Rog said, and Bri stood there grumbling as Fred and John tried to get him back in the booth.

+++

Four hours later, and you and Roger were tangled up on the bed, exhausted.

You traced his jawline gently as you looked at him with soft eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too, y/n. More than you’ll ever know.”

You kissed his cheek and hopped up from the bed, wrapping a blanket around you. You walked over to your dresser, where your record player and records were displayed. 

Roger sat up and watched as you put a Beatles record on and set it to the song “Til There Was You’.

There were bells on a hill. But I never heard them ringing, no I never heard them at all, til there was you.

You hummed to the song as you pulled out one of Rog’s t-shirts from the top drawer and put it on.

“You’re beautiful.”

You turned around and blushed, then held out your hand to Roger. “Come dance with me.”

He got out of bed and put his boxers on, then embraced you. He sang along to the words quietly. “There was love all around, but I never heard it singing. No I never heard them at all, til there was you.”

He held you as you danced for the remainder of the song. Your head rested on his chest and you listened to his heartbeat.

After the song, you let the record continue playing and led Roger into the kitchen. He watched, confused, until he realized what you were doing. When he saw you open the liquor cabinet, he opened a drawer and pulled out the corkscrew.

One of your favorite things to do with Roger was drink. Just you two together at home, dancing around the house and jumping on the bed. And it always made your night. Roger opened the bottle of wine and took a swig, then passed it to you.

An hour later, and you and Rog had already drank a full bottle together. ‘Twist and Shout’ was playing and you were jumping around the kitchen. Roger was using spatulas as drum sticks.

“Twist and shout!” You sang into the whisk, which you were using as your microphone.

“You know you twist so good!” Roger sang, smirking at you.

“You know you twist so fine!” You sang, pointing at him and winking.

“Come on and twist a little closer, yeah!” You shouted as you jumped around, then shrieked as you felt Roger pick you up.

“And show the world that you’re mine!” He said, laughing.

“Roger!” You said playfully as he carried you into the bedroom. “Bring the wine!”

He snickered and turned back around to grab the second bottle. In your room, he sat it down on the nightstand and put you down on the bed, then disappeared out of your room.

You took a few more swigs as you waited for him. When he came back in the room, he was wearing his iconic colorful wig. He posed and motioned to his hair. “You like it?”

You stood up on the bed, stumbling and laughing. “Yes! You’re very pretty Rog!”

As the rest of the record played out, Roger joined you on the bed, laughing.

+++

Freddie and Deaky finally complied and let Brian storm over to your house (only accompanied by them) to try to talk you and Roger out of any more baby making, regardless of the fact that it was too late.

He stomped up to the door to your flat and didn’t even hesitate to walk straight in, followed by the others.

Brian expected to see you curled up on Roger on the couch or on the bed, but instead he heard you squeal from the corner of the room when he walked in.

“Brian!” you giggled. You were still wearing Rog’s t-shirt, but now you were also wearing the wig, and you were sitting on Roger’s lap behind the drum kit, trying to play.

Roger’s chin was resting on your shoulder and his arms were wrapped around your waist as he greeted your brother. “Hello Bri!” he said cheerily and completely shitfaced.

“I need to talk to you two,” Brian uttered.

You motioned to the couch. “Well go ahead and sit down! We’ll talk!”

He remained standing as he said, “You guys can’t try again for another baby. You’re not ready.”

“Brian,” Freddie warned.

“Oh, yes we are,” Roger said, and you nodded.

“Brian, the miscarriage was almost five months ago! You should be happy. Me and Rog are now! And we’re learning how to feel better and, and he makes me happier. And he’s helping me be better,” you said, slurring your words.

Brian mumbled something to himself that no one else could hear, and then said softly to you, “I don’t want to see you go through the same thing that happened with Oliver. I can’t see you shut down for months at a time, y/n, and I just want what’s best for you.”

You smiled as you stumbled out from behind the drums while tossing the wig to the ground and lazily hugged your brother. He could smell the alcohol on you. “Christ, how much did you two drink?”

“Enough,” Roger said with a smirk as he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you back from Brian. “Bri, I’m gonna marry her. We’re gonna have lots of babies. We just don’t want to wait any longer, yeah?”

Brian pursed his lips.

“Aw, come on,” you pouted. “You’ll be an uncle! It’s gonna work out, I promise.”

He looked down as you stuck out your pinkie.

“Hey! That’s our thing!” Roger complained.

Brian shook his pinkie with yours and ruffled your hair. “Hey!” you said as you swatted his hand away.

You turned to Fred and John, who had taken a seat on the couch, exasperated from trying to calm your brother down. “Would you guys like to stay for dinner?”

“I think if either of you tried to cook right now, this building would end up in flames,” Freddie teased.

“Come on, don’t be a bore!” 

“How about this: you and Roger sober up while we cook for you?” John suggested.

You thanked him on your way to the bedroom to get dressed, Roger trailing closely behind. He slapped your ass, much to the horrification of Brian, before cheekily saying, “I know the perfect way to do that...”

“Roger! Not right now!” you scolded.

“Oh, you can be quiet.”

“Taylor!” Brian shouted from the kitchen, leaving you and the drummer a giggling mess.

a/n: do I like this? idk. some parts of it yes, and some parts no. I've just been super stressed with school lately, but now I've developed a schedule for writing so there should hopefully be one or two parts out each week! hope you’re buckled in because this is a long story.

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psa: I would like to thank all you fools who have stuck around through my non-edited chapters, the chapters that literally take me a month to write, and the chapters that I don’t feel confident in. thank you for being patient with me and supporting me. you guys are why I keep doing this. I love you all! :)) let me know what you think of this part!

[curlyclogs]

i don't wanna get super mushy (even though i know i am going to), but i just want to say thank you to my friends who have been helping me through a very difficult time. thank you to @how-manygalileos and @whitequeen-blackqueen for talking to me every day and making sure that i didn't feel alone. even when i was having bad days, you still checked up on me, and i knew you were always there for me. you two are my closest friends on this site, and i am so, so grateful for you friendship. you both mean the world to me. you hold a special place in my heart, and i vote we video chat real soon (sorry i missed tonight!!)

thank you to @ohmyjoemazzello for being so supportive! you are such a gem, truly, and i will write you all the brian and joe content you could ever ask for. you are so sweet and so kind.

also, i want to say thank you to those who i don't talk to much, but have always offered me their love whenever i needed it. @mr-stank-i-dont-feel-so-dank, @briianmaay, @rogersdrumkit, @letmeletmetrashyourlove (and so many i am forgetting).

also, i have to thank @carb-poweredfeminist for reminding me that friendship doesn't have to hurt, and your kindness is always a reminder that the world can be bright if you spread your light to others. i love you. 💖

thank you. from the bottom of my heart. i just want you to know how grateful i am to know you're there for me. it means a lot. the universe will repay you for your kindness a hundred times over; you deserve it. 💖

[imaginesandideas]

Dating Roger and wearing glasses would include

here’s me writing a headcannon nobody asked for

you’re surprised when he hits on you

he’s totally not the kind of guy you’d expect to meet at a café, but that’s where you actually do meet

and he starts flirting with you, which is also a unexpected thing to happen

but he’s charming and intimidating, so you let him convince you to set up a date

you have no idea who he is until you notice how people react when you two go out together

like, you’re sitting in a restaurant, enjoying a meal, and at some point group of girls asks for an autograph

and he’s all cheeky and proud, cause he likes to impress you

but you feel like shit, because you don’t think like you match the picture

you try and don’t let him notice that though

when you two start dating, he also takes you on band rehearsals

and you’re out of words, cause they’re Queen, and you obviously love their music, and they also turn out to be great people

Freddie actually compliments your glasses even before you’re properly introduced, and it’s only then when Roger notices the way they frame your eyes

and they do so - beautifully

it’s not like you two normally talk about it

and it’s not like he doesn’t look at you, he’s just too focused on what’s underneath them

he loves your eyes and lashes

what’s around them isn’t that important to him

Roger accepts them as a part of you, so there’s no further conversation

nevertheless, once you’re in his life, you note all the pretty girls hanging around the band

and how they don’t wear glasses

Roger sees that and one night you have a talk about how you truly feel

he’s shocked that you’d even consider yourself something less just because of your glasses, because he thinks they’re the coolest thing

you’re given John Lennon as an example, and you roll your eyes cause of course he would use a Beatle to prove you a point

“If I’m Lennon then who you are?”

“Yoko obviously. Great hair, interesting outfits. Only, my singing is better.”

also he adds how sexy you look like wearing them, and safe to say you finish the conversation the next day 👀

later he admits that his eyesight’s gotten worse over the years, so you force him to get it checked

ever since then, you always leave your flat hand in hand, with glasses on your noses

and Roger is grinning wide as ever, cause you’re the coolest couple to walk the Earth

sometimes you dare to borrow Rog’s prescription sunnies

he loves it

when he forgets his glasses you substitute them (because you never forget yours)

you know he uses it as a reason to be plastered to your back or side the entire evening, but you don’t really mind

“Is it me or John is wearing a hat?”

“Rog that’s his hair. You’re not THAT blind.”

either way it doesn’t matter how poor both your eyesights are, because you only have eyes for each other

unironically

~~~~~

(Comments, ideas and words of notice are always appreciated 💜)

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[aint-nodenying]

Made for One Another

Character Looks

so with this, since i’m making this story a lot more historically accurate (which means i didn’t want the fake band drama from the movie,) the members are their own selves and not from borhap. (that would be odd as well since it’s gonna tie in with - whatever)

REMINDER: this series wont be like chapters, if anything it’ll be like Ella May from @in-theyear-of-39 (WHICH IS SO GOOD READ IT)

sorry i haven't been posting, i suddenly had writer’s block + stress from school but like the past week or so i got a lot of inspiration and i needed to write something down!!! i’m about less than halfway done with the first part of MFOA and it’ll probably be up sometime this week. 

Charlie Davis

- This specific look with freckles because I love her hair and she just looks like she would fit in in the 70s, don’t you think?

Brian May

- we all know what this tall glass of water looks like, it’s no surprise lol

(and the rest of the band, we know)

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[rogersdrumkit]

i’m with the drummer - part 3

a/n: i’m sorry this took forever i’m trying to get more consistent

warning: smut

previous chapters:

part 1 part 2

+++

You yawned as you walked downstairs into Roger’s kitchen. He was standing over the stove, making pancakes (you had been working on the cooking). You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face in between his shoulder blades.

“Good morning love,” Roger said. He was wearing simply his boxers and socks. You had stolen one of his shirts and a pair of socks; you were wearing nothing else but that and your underwear. You kissed his neck and hummed quietly. 

The two of you had been together - secretly - for about a month now, and it was getting harder to keep it a secret. Between stolen kisses, small touches, and quickies whenever you could find the time, the adventure was exciting, but you didn’t want to have to hide your relationship.

Roger turned around to look at you, pan in his hand, as he gave you a plate. “Watch this,” he said. Roger flipped the pancake from the pan and onto your plate. He winked and said, “Breakfast is served.”

You giggled and asked, “So while I was still sleeping, you were down here practicing that?”

He scoffed and shook his head no, but you knew the truth. Roger lives to show off, especially to you. “Come eat with me,” you suggested as you walked past him, heading over to the kitchen table, when you felt him slap your ass, and you yelped.

“Why eat pancakes when I can eat you...” he said in a low voice.

You put your plate down and turned towards him, knowing what was coming next. “Not even going to let me finish breakfast?” You asked in a whiny voice.

“Brat,” he huffed as he picked you up and set you on the counter, pinning your hands over your head. He leaned in to feverishly kiss you. You breathed heavily as Roger slowly worked his way down your neck while he slid his hand up your thigh, but you swatted it away.

“You have a meeting with the boys in a half hour, we don’t have time.”

“Well you’ll just have to join me in the shower,” Roger said as he smirked and picked you up.

Shower sex with Rog had become one of your favorite ways to do it, and he knew that. Seeing him naked with water running down his body did wonders to you, and the two of you were always so close you couldn’t help but touch every inch of his body. Roger turned the water on and you took off your shirt and socks, revealed lacy black underwear. “Eager are we?” He asked through a smile.

”Looks like I’m not the only one,” you teased, pointing at the growing tent in his thin boxers.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed you by the hair, pulling you in for a kiss. That was another thing. Sex with Roger was rough, and you loved it, but he always found a way to be gentle at the same time. You were putty in his hands every time he took control.

You ran your fingers just under the band of his boxers, making him moan quietly. Roger couldn’t resist and pulled down his boxers, letting his hard dick free, and stepped in the shower. You followed him by taking your underwear off and getting in, and he immediately had you between him and the wall. You gasped as he soon after started rubbing your clit. “Rog...” you moaned.

He looked at you through that signature sexy smirk of his, and began sucking on that sweet spot on your neck. You laced your fingers in the blonde boy’s hair and tugged on it, becoming a shivering mess. “Please, baby...I need you,” you whispered through moans.

”Please, what?” He asked, pulling your hair while slowing down the pace of his hand.

You whined and crooned, “Please, daddy.”

He loved being called this, and it had actually started as a joke when you two were fooling around one day. He had his head between your thighs and kept stopping in between small bursts of eating you out, as you kept pleading for him to let you finish. You called him daddy as a joke, and it made him stop dead in his tracks. “Say it again,” Roger had told you, absolutely in awe of the way it rolled off of your tongue when you were moaning. And since he loved it, you couldn’t help but say it every time.

Roger smiled at you in response to your plead and whispered, “So fucking beautiful,” as he inserted two fingers inside you, pumping slowly to draw out your moan.

You gripped his shoulders as he picked up the pace and moved to three fingers, and you knew you were leaving marks, but you didn’t care. He was finally all yours and you wanted everyone to know. As you were nearing your edge, he slowed down again, trying (and succeeding) to frustrate you, so you decided to take matters into your own hands, moving one down to rub yourself.

“Nope, let me do this,” Rog said, and moved your hand. He crouched down and hooked one of your legs over his shoulder. He pressed kisses in your inner thighs and worked his way to your center. His mouth and his fingers worked simultaneously, bringing you closer and closer to your edge. Your eyes were locked shut and you were practically screaming Roger’s name, which was music to his ears. You tugged on his hair and grinded your hips towards him.

“Baby...I’m gonna–” but he stopped completely, right before you had the chance to finish, and stood up to meet your flustered face. He had a big grin on his face, and he knew exactly what he was doing, teasing you like this. “That’s not fair!” You whined, and your lips were almost touching.

Roger bit your bottom lip with his teeth then said, “Sorry, I have to go. I have a meeting with the boys, remember?” He said, repeating your words from earlier. “Guess we’ll just have to finish this later, huh?” He said in an innocent voice, and stepped out of the shower.

You turned the water off and followed him in a towel to his room. “But you didn’t even finish yet either!” You said, exasperated.

He stole your towel, leaving you naked, and dried off quickly. “I have a right hand, remember?” He asked while putting on his clothes. Your jaw dropped as he walked past you. “Meet us at the recording studio, 3 pm!” He shouted as he walked downstairs.

+++

You opened your car door to head into the studio and stepped out wearing a maroon mini skirt, a cream colored sweater, and matching heels.

When you got inside, Freddie asked, “Where were you all dolled up like that darling?” This got the attention of Roger, who smirked when his eyes landed on you.

You hummed and said, “Just out with girlfriends.”

“That’s what you always say,” Brian said. “But I think you have a boyfriend you haven’t told me about...” He pouted his lips.

You threw a pillow at him and pointed to the studio. “Go record!” You said. Your brother snickered and stepped inside where he picked up his guitar.

You plopped down on the couch and Deaky said, “You must have really been going at it with that boyfriend of yours,” pointing down to your thighs where you saw hickeys and bruises from that morning.

Your face turned bright red and Freddie started laughing, along with Roger who snorted when he saw your look of embarrassment.

“Well I hope Brian didn’t see, otherwise you might be in trouble,” Roger said as he eyed you.

Freddie smacked him upside the head and said, “Shut it blondie, we know it was you, all of us except Brian.”

“What? How?” you asked and John laughed at you.

“How?” Freddie smirked. “You’re always disappearing at the same time, Roger hasn’t had any girls in the past few months, and you guys can’t seem to keep your eyes off of each other. Like teenagers.”

“Don’t worry,” Deaky reassured you, “we won’t tell Brian, but you should soon before he finds out the hard way.”