#roger taylor smut

[itsshawtyfellas]

I'm still not over how fucking hot Ben looked as Roger Taylor in borhap.

#the hair does something to me #he's so fucking pretty #I'll let him do unexplainable things to me #fucking hell #him in this pic>>>> #it's a shame that they cropped me out of this pic #ben hardy #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor smut #ben hardy!roger taylor #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #ben hardy x reader #queen

[illfoandillfie]

Late 80s Roger x Reader making love (a bit kinky if you want, anything really, just something sexy and cute) and having to keep it quiet bc of their kids.

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 7

Ahhh thanks anon this is a great prompt! Hope you like it for day 7 of the advent calendar!

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), implied p in v sex, implied unprotected sex

Neither your or Roger had ever been anniversary people. You had friends who were. They made big deals celebrating it at expensive restaurants or big parties and got each other gifts corresponding to how many years they’d been together. But neither of you had ever been like that. It wasn’t that you didn’t care or didn’t want to acknowledge the date, you just didn’t need to make a fuss. You kept things low key. Half the time Roger was away on tour anyway so there was no point making a big deal of it. It’d just lead to both of you feeling bad you couldn’t celebrate it together. When he was in town you might have dinner out or buy a bottle of champagne to accompany whatever you ate at home. Or sometimes you just counted it as celebrated if you got to have sex. Especially since the kids had come along. You used to try to make the sex different to normal in some way – a position you’d read about and wanted to try, and act normally reserved for special occasions – but you hadn’t even bothered with that recently.  

Admittedly, it was easier to have some alone time now they were all a little older, but still, three kids under the age of seven did not an especially active sex life make. Mostly it happened very late at night, right before you went to sleep. You were almost counting the days until your youngest would be at pre-school so you could manage a day at home with Roger, even if you had to take sick leave to do it. The kids were all generally sleeping through the night, but you did still have to contend with them sometimes stumbling into your room after a bad dream or a wet bed. More than once they’d managed to interrupt you at inopportune moments. So, when you realised your anniversary was coming up, you decided your present to both Roger and yourself should be a decent shag. One where you could actually finish without stopping first. Where you wouldn’t have to throw a robe on and show your daughter there was no monster in her closet and then stay with her till she fell asleep while Roger’s hardon deflated back in your room. Of course, Roger was in very strong agreement when you mentioned your idea, and during the lead up made sure you knew how much he wanted it with little squeezes and comments that made you blush muttered quietly to you while the kids were distracted. Which just made you more determined to have a good night. You considered palming the kids off their grandparents for the night but your parents weren’t free and Roger’s lived just a little far away for it to be worth the trouble. But hiring a babysitter would mean also getting a hotel room and eventually you agreed to make it work at home, you’d just make sure not to get too loud.  

The key, Roger confidently assured you, was making sure all three kids were completely worn out before you tucked them in. Bad dreams were the biggest risk but there wasn’t a whole lot you could do to prevent that. You just made sure the night light in the girls’ room was working and hoped it would be enough. But Roger took charge of exhausting the three of them – instigating tickle wars, playing whatever silly games they came up with, and then, when he wanted to sit down, coming up with objects for them to search the house for like some sort of scavenger hunt. When they were all looking sleepy you herded them off to do their teeth and get them settled. Roger read to the younger two in their shared room while you got the eldest settled with a warm milk that sent him to sleep quick. You hurried back to your room and stripped down to your knickers to save some time, settling on the bed, impatiently waiting for Rog. Almost absentmindedly you began touching yourself through your panties, but you figured things would go a lot smoother if you were even just a little bit ready by the time Roger was finished with the girls.  

He entered about 10 minutes later, pulling his fly down as he walked, pausing only to drag a chair under the doorknob just in case. If one of the kids did try to come in you’d get up but you didn't have to worry about being barged in on.   “You ready?” he asked, throwing his shirt across the room, “Because this is it, this is our shot.”  You giggled, trying to stifle the sound with your hand, “shhh Rog, we have to be quiet. If we wake them we’re screwed in the not fun way.”  “Well the girls were practically snoring before I got through the third page of Clive Eats Alligators so I think we’re good but sure,” He held his finger to his lips, somehow making the action feel sarcastic.   “Oh shut up,” you laughed settling back against the pillows and opening your legs more.   Roger took one look at your parted thighs and hastily kicked off his underwear, crawling toward you on the mattress.   You giggled again as he hovered over you for a kiss but too soon he moved away again, settling himself between your legs.   “Oh, okay really?” you asked, surprised as he kissed the front of your knickers, “Thought we were just going straight for the main event. Been touching myself to get ready.”   “I could tell and the wet spot made me want to taste you. So just stay quiet and let me.”  You squeaked a little as he licked over the wet patch, earning a little nip on your thigh before he pulled your underwear off and pressed his lips to your cunt.  

It had been a little while since you’d last managed any sort of oral but the way Roger so enthusiastically went about it made it seem like he’d been denied your pussy for years. Which made it all the more difficult to keep your pleasure to yourself. Small moans and whines escaped your throat every so often and, despite how hard you tried to keep them quiet, Roger seemed to enjoy telling you off for the smallest whimper. He’d hum in warning which would inevitably make you more inclined to moan again. He’d catch even the softest sounds, giving you little bites as punishment. You tried to deter his teasing by smothering your whines with your arm, something that clearly amused Roger and only seemed to encourage him. His attention on your clit became even more focused, until he drew another string of sounds from you.   “Do I need to stop?” He asked playfully, though it was hard for you to recognise the joke when you were so worked up.   “Please don’t. So close,” you managed to get out as Roger returned his tongue to your slit.   “Good,” he said against you, “Want to get you off like this.”   He made it hard for you to keep quiet, all his focus on your cunt until you gasped, a hand tightening in his hair as you came. That’s when it was Roger’s turn to moan, though he muffled himself easier than you managed.  

The shifting of the bed brought you back to the moment. Before you knew it, Roger was easing himself into you, biting his own lip at the feeling. After a few inches, he distracted himself by leaning forward and kissing you, stealing what little breath you had, groaning against your lips as you tightened around him at the slight change of angle. Slowly he sank deeper, filling you inch by inch. You grabbed his arse, encouraging him to go faster, and he grunted into your neck at your eagerness.   “I’m trying to be gentle, love.”  “Just fuck me, Rog.”  He chuckled at that and kissed you again and he let the last few inches of his shaft be swallowed by your cunt.   “Better,” you moaned.   “Alright, gonna start moving,” he grunted in warning.  The bed creaked as Roger moved but he didn’t find it as funny when you told him to keep it down.   “Do you want to be fucked or not?” he grumbled, giving another tentative thrust, making the bed creak again. Your laugh was cut short by a gasp at the way it felt as he moved within you. 

For a little while you both lost yourself in the sensations, ignoring the creaking as you chased your highs. And then you heard a cough from somewhere down the hallway.   Roger stilled instantly, and you bit back a whine at the abrupt end to the stimulation.   You both listened for more noise – small footsteps, a cry for one of you, the jiggling of your doorknob. There was a squeak from a different bed and you willed it to be nothing more than it’s tiny occupant rolling over.  “Swear they have some sort of sixth sense for when we’re trying to fuck,” Roger breathed out, “You think that’s it?”  You shushed him and strained to hear more but everything was quiet again, “Yeah, false alarm.”  Roger sighed against your throat, “If I didn’t love your pussy so much I’d regret spending so long going down on you.”  You batted his shoulder, “Just hurry up before one of them wakes for real. Want to feel you cum in me.”  Roger was laughing softly as he kissed you, only to eager to do as you asked.

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[rogertaylorshbb]

"after concert" roger Taylor x reader imagine

hi, this is just a short imagine I have been working on. I've been trying to work and get better on my smut writing skills. the smut I've written in the past has been Absolutely horrible, don't know how anyone actually even read it. if you wanna tell me your thoughts about if its good smut or not, please comment!! but anyway enjoyy!!♥♥

Roger came up from behind you, his loud footsteps and heavy breathing making his presence known. You could see his sweat dripping down his chest as he whipped his sweat with a towel. Roger groaned, staring at you, he walked over to you gently placing his hands on your shoulders. “You look nice,” “Mhm, you like this outfit?”. “Yea, makes you look so fuckable” he groaned desperately. Roger smiled, his tongue grazing the top of his teeth. “Hey, why don't you be a good girl for me?” he whispered. You nodded, guessing what he had in mind.

Roger slowly started to undo the buttons on your shirt, his hands sloppy with frustration but once he got the buttons undone he was fast to cup your breast desperately as he softly let his fingers wander passionately. You moaned over the sensation of Roger's overworked hands gripping at you. He Lightly took your nipple between his teeth as he trailed down your body.

You slid your skirt off and Roger smiled.

 “Good girl,” 

He reached for the sides of the chair you were on, kneeling to the floor.

Roger sensually glided his fingertips along the inside of your thigh, a shaky gasp escaping your lips.

“fuck-”

“Already so wet,” Roger groaned.

roger let his hands grip your things sucking on the soft skin, you could feel there was gonna be marks the next day

You whined because of his teasing. 

“Don't worry, by the end you'll be a soaking incoherent mess” 

Roger then slid two fingers into your cunt slowly, then Sucking harshly over your sensitive clit. 

You moaned uncontrollably. 

His perfect stamina and speed makes your drip onto his hands. 

He smirked seeing you frantically gasp and tremble. 

You could feel his fingers pushing into you as his swollen lips and wet tongue roughly sucked at your clit. 

You could feel yourself reaching climax but to your disappointment he moved his mouth away from your clit, and pulled his two fingers out from you as a wet sound followed.

“Roger please” you desperately begged. 

“Don't worry I'm not gonna stop, just figuring out what way I should let you finish”

You tilted your head back. “God” you breathed.

Roger placed his hands on your hip-bones pushing himself up. You melted yourself into the chair as he looked deeply into your eyes. 

“Please, roger, just fuck me”. 

“sit on the make-up desk”

You quickly stood up propping yourself up onto the desk.

He carelessly took his clothes off. 

As he walked close to you, you ran your fingers over his hard penis. “Uh uh” he tutted “you can suck me off after if you want to, but now, I just wanna be inside you”. 

Roger looked into your eyes.

He grabbed you hips needlingly and slid himself into you, your loud gasp making him chuckle. 

Roger's head fell forward to your chest, his hair falling in front of his face as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

He started to pound into you recklessly but still so loving at the same time. Letting his hair fall onto his face and he groaned louder. 

“I- fuck- it feels so- jesus christ” you stuttered. 

Roger roughly grunted as his fingertips dug into your hips.

You reached your orgasm, your fingernails digging into his back as his warm breath breathed into your shoulder.

Roger then jolted as he came into you, his soft groans and whimpers.

“Fuck, your so amazing” he whispered his eyes scanning your body.

He slowly slid out of you, his fingertips touching your wetness. Roger examined your cum covering his hands. “I'll get you a towel”.

Roger picked up a clean towel and carefully whipped all the mess off you including his cum. After he picked up his pants and underwear sliding them back on. 

You walked over to him. 

“Are you tired?”

“A bit” Roger chuckled, “why?”

“Well remember what you said earlier? About me being able to suck you off…..only if your still-” 

“y/n, i'm never too tired for that”

He slid his pants back off falling into the chair. 

I've tried my best with this, but I still think it feels a bit awkward 😭. I hope it is good to the person reading this. I'm also gonna write part 2! anyway, again, hope you enjoyed!!

@sarcastic-sourwolf

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[rogertaylorsprettyvoice]

(roger taylor x y/n)

No lock in the studio

tw: NSFW and explicit language!

word count: 2,790

tags: fem! reader, big age gap, unprotected sex, sex in the work place, dirty talk, sassy roger, quickie, oral sex (giving), penetrative sex, nipple pay, aftersex care

You're 24, you work as a sound engineer for a famous label but you didn't realise today would be the day you'd be left alone in a studio with Roger Taylor.

Peter. I need to find Peter, you think to yourself. You're frustrated and it shows. I'm not a fricking secretary. You're walking through the hallways of the studio looking for the sign S-16 on the door. It's the best studio in the building, which makes sense because Peter is very respected here. It's also the furthest and the longer you're walking, the more annoyed you are. You're really hoping he's alone in there right now. The whole reason why you're walking in the first place is because he cut his phone line off. He really hates to be disturbed.

After hopping for a good 5 minutes through the endless hallways, you finally find the said S-16 door. If he was recording right now, the big red sign above the door would be on. You still discreetly check though the small round window and only see him sitting on his chair, his back turned to you, so you knock.

"Come on in.

- Peter, I'm sorry to disturb you, but Carl is out there fuming about god knows what and obviously he sends ME because I've got nothing better to do than run around like his secretary."

He looks amused, which is reassuring for Peter, but you quickly understand when you hear someone coughing behind you. This day isn't getting any better. You sigh and turn around only to find a familiar face smoking a cigarette on the couch behind the door. It takes you a minute to realise who's standing up to greet you and you feel embarrassed for showing your bad temper in front of a client, especially this one.

You know you should get used to meeting artists and act professional but you weren't expecting to meet Roger freakin Taylor.

He smiles at you and you proceed to shake hands.

"Y/N, please meet Roger, Roger, this is Y/N, our very promising sound engineer.

- Very promising, you say? Nice to meet you, Roger greets you.

- Well, I wouldn't go that far, but it's a pleasure to meet you Sir, you smile back trying to keep it cool.

- Sir? God, don't ever call me Sir, I'm not that old, am I?"

Roger and Peter laugh while you stare in disbelief. You stutter and try to take it back but they seem to forget about it when Roger sits next to your colleague. It took you only two minutes to embarrass myself and insult the greatest drummer of all times, great.

"Y/N, what does Carl want that is so urgent?

- A client is freaking out up there and he thinks it's your fault, but this is all I could understand before he sent me off to fetch you like his little pet."

Now, Peter looks pissed. He gets up from his seat with little to no conviction and says:

"I think I know what this is about.. Rog, let me go check on him really quickly. I'm sorry but Carl can be a real pain in the ass sometimes and he won't let it go unless I come find him."

Roger nods and looks understanding. Peter proceeds to go out, so you start following him outside, eager to watch him put Carl back in his place, but a voice stops you.

"Y/N, can I ask for your opinion?"

The drummer looks at you from his seat, waiting for an answer, but all you can think about is how Roger Taylor wants your opinion.

"I'm sorry, he adds sarcastically, I should have called you Miss, I knew I was moving too fast."

Your laugh lights up the room and the tension your previously felt vanishes.

"Much better, thank you, Sir."

Gosh, he looks handsome when he smiles. And when he doesn't smile. Or when he laughs. Of course, you know who Roger Taylor is, you've seen him before on pictures and on the telly, but now that you're face to face with him, you only have one word on your mind and it's gorgeous.

He doesn't look like he needs much to look good. He's wearing a plain white shirt and somehow looks like the most beautiful man on earth. Although, you have to admit that the way he's wearing it, rolled up sleeves, not fitted, with a button that shows a little more than it should, is very suggestive.

"I would like you to hear this demo I recorded with Peter. I think it's missing something but I don't know what."

The music resonates in the studio and you carefully listen to the arrangement. It's got a rock vibe, with a bit of grunge. For a full two minutes, you're focused on the song, so much that you forget about Roger's presence. The music stops but you hit play again.

"Listen here. Great beginning. But how about you take out some of the guitar harmonies to have a much clearer sound in the first verse to build it up towards the end."

Roger frowns and nods, he is focused on what you're saying. You go on about rhythms, musicality, what adjustments he should make to your opinion. He looks surprised, like he didn’t expect you to be invested like this. When you're finally finished, he gives you an impressed look.

"Now I get what Peter meant when he said promising."

You're flattered but can’t hide your smile.

"How long have you been a sound engineer?

- Well, I'd say for about two years.

- Two years and you talk just like Peter.

- That's because he's kinda my mentor and he's the reason why I came here.

- Wait, hold on, how old are you?

- I'm 24, you were not expecting him to get personal with you this quickly which makes you smile.

- Shit, I'm way out of your league then."

You both look at each other with a hint of challenge in your eyes.

"And you're like what? 40? you tease him.

- Try 36, he takes out a cigarette and stares at you while he breathes in.

- I don't mind, you say, looking straight in his eyes with a smirk.

- You don't mind?

- I don't mind, no, you say with a softer voice, never breaking the eye contact."

You don't understand how the mood shifted so quickly, but the room is now filled with an invisible tension. His eyes linger on your body and lurk you up and down. You love how he doesn't even try to hide his attraction to you. He fully looks like he could devour you right now.

You stand up from your seat to come closer to him and sit on the corner of the control table. You're only inches away from each other. His leg is slightly touching yours and this simple friction is almost too much to endure.

You're looking at him from above but his stare makes it so hard to maintain. His gaze is burning your skin. He’s sitting down, full of his cocky attitude, looking up with his doe eyes.

"I think that Peter, you pause, might be coming back, you almost whisper.”

He stands up and slowly pulls you closer with every word he says, his eyes locked into yours at all times.

“Yeah, he says, I think he’ll be back soon.

- We shouldn’t stand so close to each other, then.

- No, you’re right, we shouldn’t.”

But he doesn’t move. If anything, the tension makes it hard for you to not get any closer. His face is only a moment away from touching yours. His eyes, his piercing blue eyes, move between the tip of your nose and your eyes because you’re so close that he can’t even see your lips anymore.

A warm feeling arises from your lower back. It’s his hand, placed on your Venus dimples. It tickles you, very slightly, and the feeling grows on your stomach. The warmth climbs to your chest and shrouds your bosom.

Roger’s raspy voice suddenly brings you back from wherever you were mentally. You almost forgot about where you were.

“What should we do? his hand slowly lingers on your body.

- Maybe, lock the door? you ask with a smile.

- Or maybe not, says Roger.”

He loves the surprised look on your face. There’s something in his eyes - he’s provoking you. It’s impossible to look away, you are entirely focused on him and start to feel dizzy from the heat. His hand, previously placed on your lower-back, embraces your hip while finding a way under your tee-shirt. You shiver. His hands feel so cold on your burning skin.

With his other hand, he lifts your chin up then cups your face to get a good look at you. He tucks his fingers between your ear which makes you feel the need to gently rub your cheek against his palm. The scent of his perfume mixed with cigarettes completely takes over your analytical judgement; you give him one last look before you lose yourself and lean in, gently placing your lips on his.

Your hands find a way to bury in his neck while his right palm brings your hips together. The kiss is slow, very slow, so slow but so wet. It didn’t take you long to find the way to his pink muscle and yours are now dancing in each other’s mouth. Fingers buried in your hair, tongue caressing yours, pelvis pressed against his very tight pants; it’s almost too much to bare, you want more. No, you need more, you need him whole.

The kiss escalates quickly, making you whimper at how well he explores your mouth. His hands linger around your body, teasing you by caressing your sensitive breast, although he doesn’t yield to your moaning; he seems to like to torment you by grabbing you everywhere else. The feeling gets too overwhelming. You find your way to his shirt and start unbuttoning it until his chest is bare. You sense him smile against your lips. He must like your initiative.

He pulls you out. You instantly feel the need to reconnect with his lips.

“I want you so bad, doll.

- Do you want my mouth too? you say with your doe eyes.

- It’s already mine.”

The heat in your lower stomach migrates to your inner thighs and you can’t ignore the wetness anymore. Your hands brush his chest until they find a way to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. When you look down, you wonder how his pants did not explode. It’s so big you can’t wait to feel it inside of your drenched walls. But you’ve got something else in mind for him.

You kneel. He stares at you from above which makes him sexier than ever. He grabs your hair into an improvised ponytail. You take his member with your hand, slowly lick every inch of it, bottom to its wet tip, before shoving it in your mouth. Roger groans and lets go of the tension. You start moving a little bit, your hand follows your movement and you let your tongue play with it. It feels so freaking good. How can it feel so good? It’s unreal.

You look up to find him already looking down on you, mouth open, eyebrows frowned, wild blonde hair that he keeps pushing from his face. You want to hear his voice again, so you really shove it, deeper, until you feel it in your throat. The most beautiful sound comes to your ear while you’re trying to stay still. You would be moaning so loudly if he wasn’t in your mouth.

“Love, may I help you with my hand?”

You know exactly what he’s referring to because the grip on your hair gets tighter. You nod obviously, eager to see a glimpse of dom Roger.

You resume your sucking and moaning. You’re so dirty, he says, and with that, he thrusts his hard cock deep into your throat. You’ve never been taken care of like this. He’s intense, but not too quick, enjoying your wet mouth between each thrust. You can’t ignore it anymore; you’re drenched.

He gives it a little more strength before he finally pulls out. You can finally breathe. You hadn’t realised you couldn’t, you were too focused on the way he filled your mouth. You’re both panting - not for the same reason though.

“Come here, Y/N.”

He helps you back up, but doesn’t spare a second to pick you up and place you on the edge of the control table. He undresses your lower body, throwing your underwear in the room, and you lift your shirt to unravel your perfect tits, as he says.

“Roger, please, I need you in me, you whine. - Fuck, Y/N…”

He brings his hard cock towards your entrance and moans at the wetness of it. Slowly, he goes in while leaning in to kiss you, but you can't stop moaning, even against his lips. For a second, he intensifies the kiss and goes as deep as he can inside of you. You grab him by the shoulders, by his neck, ready to exhale due to the pleasure but he surprises you when he starts going faster, deeper, and groans while he fills you in really good. He grabs you by the back of your neck and goes faster. He doesn’t miss one opportunity to make you scream.

He slows down and locks his eyes into yours. His movements are like torture. So slow. The wet sounds fill the air and mix with your heavy breaths. He resumes kissing your lips then slowly goes down your neck. Oh my God, he's so hard. You're so hard, Roger. His lips go down and finally find their way to your breast. He licks your hard nipples and you let out the loudest moan while he's fucking you good. He licks them again and grabs your tits in his hand before whispering in your ear:

“You're such a little cunt…”

You don't think you've ever been this wet at the sound of someone's voice. Roger just knows how to make you horny for him and the thought of being his little cunt makes you so aroused that you forget how to breathe properly. The thrusts fill you again, and again, and again before you eventually feel it coming; your hands grab tightly onto him and you desperately look for his eyes before you manage to say:

“I'm coming, Rog…”

The world stops turning for a second. But he doesn’t stop. He’s harder than ever and your mind is completely empty. Your stomach tightens as well as your inner walls The air has left your lungs and your heart just might come out of your chest. 

And then the tension just explodes in a loud moan. He's still going hard, frowning his eyebrows and you suspect he's not too far either. Every movement he gives you is like an electric choc that makes the pleasure last longer. It's like a wave of relief that takes over your whole body. You take his hand and place it on your tit before locking eyes with him.

“Don't stop looking at me, you tell him.”

He doesn't. In fact, he's as deep in your eyes as in your pussy and he feels like he's losing control over his own body. He’s going fucking crazy. Absolutely feral for you. He gives you a few more powerful thrusts before he pulls out and spits his thick semen on your stomach. You hear again his raspy voice groaning and he finally stops moving.

His forehead is pressed against yours and for some reason you both can't stop smiling. He leans in and kisses you, softly this time. His lips are so soft, gosh.

Roger helps you clean up and picks up your clothes on the floor to help you with that too. How was this man a literal beast moments ago and acts like the sweetest man alive?

You're both fully clothed now, cheeks still pink, and he takes it upon himself to make your hair look presentable. Roger grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer to him.

“I wish I had more time to actually taste you. You were so wet for me.”

But you don't have time to answer because you both hear footsteps approaching, and the door opens with Peter. A little bit disappointed, you let go of each other but not without a shy smile.

“Y/N? You're still here? Don't you have work to do?”

You hurry to the door, worried he might notice the state of your hair and make-up. 

“I asked her to stay so I wouldn’t get bored.”

You don’t need to see him to picture the smirk on his face. Although, before you go, you look back and catch him already smiling at you. 

#smut #70's #70's smut #rogertaylor #roger taylor #bohemian rhapsody #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor smut #roger taylor Y/N

[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…”

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[groupiewhoreee]

can I have a Roger Taylor smut, where he fucks you in public on his beloved car?

pretty please 🥹

ah, rogers beloved car. yes, i'd love to write this! thank you.

Praise

Warning: Smut smut smut! (MDNI)

Summary: Requested by an lovely anon. <3

roger gripped ur hips, his grasp firm. the cold metal of the car piercing ur back. you whimpered, your legs quaking at the slightest. "dumb whore," he muttered, his hot, lustful breath hitched against ur neck. you couldn't help but arch ur back slowly at the pleasure roger was giving you. it felt as if electric shocks were running thru ur body. "this 'whatcha wanted? stupid slut. only did it cause you knew this would happen, right?" he repeated to you. all you could answer with was soft moans and breathless whines. he moved his hands to ur neck while he pounded into you relentlessly. he started to choke you.

his grasp wasn't firm much, but it turned you on. you felt as people were watching. the car bounced hesitantly. he leant down, moving his hands and kissing down ur neck and leaving small, but noticeable, purple hickies. he moaned quietly, it sent chills down ur spine. he moved his hands again, bringing them to ur ass. he smacked ur ass, you gasped. "roger," you breathed out, a hiss purring thru rogers wet lips. he mounded you, not stopping.

you felt urself close to coming. roger went sloppier. your heat felt bruised, and ur insides felt as if they were on complete fire. "fuck," roger mumbled. you felt cum shoot into ur womb. you let out a faint gasp. you soon came, cum dropping down ur legs. roger got off you, pulling his pants,and boxers up. you breathed heavily. he helped you get ur clothes back on. "get in the car," he said simply. you nodded, getting into the car.

"you don't say anything about this, ok?" he told you. "okay.." you nodded. roger also nodded his head, before starting the car and driving off. roger taylor sure is in love with his car.

#request #smutty #anon <3 #smut #queen band #roger taylor smut #roger taylor #brian may #brian may smut #freddie mercury smut #freddie mercury #john deacon #john deacon smut

[lvrleha]

﹒⪩⪨﹒ LVRLEHA INTRO 🥯 ʬʬ

hello, my name is leah!! I’m 19, black, and I love Metal. I’ve “been” a metalhead for a year now and my first metal band was Metallica. My bands are megadeth, Metallica, black sabbath, Ozzy Osbourne, Pride and glory, misfits, queen, black label society, zakk sabbath, Alice In Chains, dio, and the Beatles. ﹒⪩⪨﹒

RULES & WRITING 👡

I’ll write for … ✎

Zakk wylde

Alice in chains (Jerry Cantrell, Mike Inez.)

Metallica (Cliff, Lars, Jason, James, Kirk, Rob.)

Megadeth (Dave only..for now 🫶🏾)

Queen (Brian May, Roger Taylor, John Deacon)

Ozzy Osbourne (Randy Rhoads Only.)

Eddie Munson

What I’ll write … ✎

(WARNING: CNC, SOMNO, DUBIOUS CONTENT, DARK CONTENT)

Smut, angst, fluff.

Yes, I will write age gaps, (NO AGEPLAY😭), dark content such as: somnophilia, dubious content, dark content such as stalking or things of that sort. // Also more “taboo” topics too. If you’re uncomfortable with those things please DNI. (All previously discussed if established relationships)

I WILL NOT write for Public sex, band member x member, whips/chains, bdsm (depends idk), blood (with an exception of vampires and period sex), minors or high schoolers.

Anything else I did not put out just ask if I’m into it/write for it. Depends, if it doesn’t correlate with my rules I’ll just put my own twist on it. Still enjoyable for everyone ♡.

SHITPOSTING MAIN: @wyldegrrl (I’m more “popular” there. 😉)

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[l0vem3n]

I feel like my mental health has definitely gotten better since I downloaded tumbler but my smut addiction has gotten worse. You win some u lose some

#john deacon #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #queen deaky #deaky #queen #john deacon smut #Roger Taylor smut #Brian may smut

[bohemiansweede]

Birthday Party

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor & Reader

Warning smut

A/N Rogers POV

Please like and give a comment

And i would love if you reblog it

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Yet an other birthday party

Yet a year older

Yet even more frustrated

I was now 40 years old...

40!!!!!! You saw right

Not that the actual number gaved me panic, but at this age you were supposed to have your own family right?

I haven't even started

Dominique and I broke up after arguing over having kids or not

She yelled at me, said that I was a young brat, even tho I was over 30

Then the years and years followed of partying and consuming booze and women

Two years ago I met Debbie, I fell for her beauty and we had an amazing time together

But

Now it was a reversed situation

I was ready to have a family, she wasn't

I looked at her getting ready for the party, adjusting the boobs in her slinky dress

She was absolutely beautiful, it wasn't that I was complaining about that, but..

- Are you really going to wear that Debbie?.. You look like..

- A slut?, you can say it Roger, am I an embarrassment for your friends and family huh? You want me to look like a bored housewive?

- Ehhh.. No.. But

I felt stupid now, like a complete moron

- We have discussed this before Roger, I'm not ready for the next step, to have a family, not yet, maybe.. in 10 years

Did she say 10? That means I'm 50 then

I freaked out inside, my palms started to sweat and I dried them off on my pants

I saw her pack down her toiletries in a bag she already had under our bed

- Debbie?

She didn't answer

I looked on my empty whisky glass and to her again

- Did you plan this Deb?

- I'm going to my sister, think through if you want to wait for me Roger, otherwise there is no point to continue this

She walked through the door in her high heels and I was left alone in my big mansion

My head was both full of thoughts and empty at the same time

I took down one more whisky and wrapped the tie around my neck

*knock knock*

On the other side of the door stood the most beautiful girl I ever seen

I was frozen to the ground and for once in my life quiet

- Mr Taylor?

- Mmmm... I eyed her from up and down, up again and scratched my jaw

- This is the Taylor residence, am I right?

- Oh, sorry mam... Please forgive me, yes.. it is.

I continued to stare

- I'm Y/N, I own the catering firm you hired for the party

- Sorry mam, you are correct, I behave like a fool, please.. Come inside

- Oh it's alright Mr Taylor, but I have my staff outside waiting with all the food

She fired of a beautiful teasing smile

I followed her outside like a lost puppy

She turned around and looked at me

- And.. btw .. It's Miss..

I shewed on my bottom lip and swallowed thick

Her crew had already put up tables with food and drinks

I had totally forgotten that my neighbour had offered to help arrange everything

My head was a mess I couldn't think clear at all and SHE did NOT make it easier for me

I guided her around and when everything was done in the garden I showed her the way to the cellar

- That was an impressive amount of wine Mr Taylor

- Yeah?, I have collected a little

It got silent

Like an invisible force I felt drawned to her, it was something special about this woman

- Taylor??? Are you down here mate?

It was Brian

I let out a heavy sigh, was it already time for the guests to arrive?

We took a couple of more bottles each and went up

The food and party was a huge success, and no.. It wasn't my idéa to have a school theme, but everyone seemed to like it

My eyes went constantly over to her

I raised my glass in the air and she nodded and smiled back to me as an answer

The drinks went down quickly and soon it was almost empty on the tables

I saw her go down to the cellar to collect more

- Need help Y/N?

She stood on a chair and took down a bottle from the top shelf

When she saw me she almost fell, she wiggled a little

- Ohh.. Ops... That was close

Her soft giggle made it buzz in my belly

I stod below the chair and held around her hips

- You ok there?

She looked down and placed her hands on my shoulders

I lifted her down from the chair

It was silent again

We just stood and looked at each other

I placed a piece of hair behind her ear

- Y/N .. I almost whispered

Slowly our lips met

- I... I can't..

- Why?

- You hired me, you are my boss

- I can assure you that you won't get fired for kissing this boss

Our lips met again and my grip around her hips tightend

She moaned, took a step back

and bit her lip

- I.. I have to work

I took her hand

- Hey... Wait. Do you trust your employees?

- Yes, she nodded, very much

- Let them do the rest, it's only drinks from now on.. They can manage that I'm sure

- But...

- The cake? I believe they can put that on the table too

Her hand felt small and soft in my hand

- Join me.. Be my company, mingle around, drink and dance with me all night.

As I could read her mind when she looked down

- Maybe she left a few dresses upstairs... Please.. I would lo..

- Yes.. I would love to, it's going to be an honour

As my eyes followed, I saw her go after my directions up the stairs

- John? Can I talk to you a minute?

He was totally waisted but I just needed to know

- Look... When did you know that Veronica was the one?

- Oh.. Right away, as soon as I layed my eyes on her. If you know, don't waist any time, go for it. Debbie have waited long enough don't you think?

- Thank you mate, ohh..no... It's not Debbie

I saw her walking towards me in a dress that hugged her perfect curves

I wrapped her up in my arms

- What is this about Roger?

I just smiled like a goofball

- John.. This is Y/N

Before he could react I scooped her away with me

Holding a glass of wine in her hand I introduced her to all my friends, to my mother and my sister.. Everyone

My arm never left her lower back

We chatted a long time with Freddie and Mary

And we even took a swirl on the dance floor

I scented her perfume and my lips nibbled on her soft skin below her ear

- You want me to stay with you tonight?

It was like she knew.. I knew

We knew

We finished each others sentences

We belonged

Hours went by and people began to go home

She stayed by my side when we waved goodbye to the last person to leave

And like it was the most natural thing, we walked inside my house hand in hand

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked at her

It was a sheer glimmer in her eyes

- What are you thinking about Roger

I kissed her softly and a tear builded up in my eyes

- Can I be honest?

- Please be...

She rubbed my neck with her thumb

- I feel... I feel my life is running away from me, I don't have time to stop and smell the roses like I should. Freddie is sick, I don't know what is going to happen tomorrow.. I want to live today.. now.. Not waste it away.. Not another minute

- Roger, you have to slow down, live in the moment yes, but also allow yourself to be sad, to be dreaming, don't loose hope, there are many roses out there

- I know.. But. I want, I want this one

I kissed her again and again

With strong arms but wobbly legs I carried her upstairs

I didn't stop until I had the bed under her

Her eyes looked big up at me

I kissed her while I kneeled between her legs, slowly taking down the straps on her dress, kissing her neck, her shoulders, down the soft skin above her breasts

The nipples hardened at once and I nibbled at them looking at her

Her head was thrown back, exposing her long neck with a slight shimmer of sweat on it

I kissed down her belly and stopped

- Please.. Roger.. Please go on..

I just looked at her soft skin and smiled for myself

- In a minute, I just want to adore you for now

She smiled and pulled my head closer

I kissed her belly again and as I thought out loud..

- I cannot wait to see a baby grow inside of here

A tear fell on her skin

I continued to kiss down her hips

She lifted her bum so I could pull down her underwear

Without hesitation she widened her legs for me

I held under her thighs and buried my face into her heat

I kissed her folds one my one and just breathed into her core

- Ahhhhh

Her soft moans were like music to my ears

I licked her slit up and down and up towards her clit again while I entered two fingers inside her

Slowly slowly I fucked her in and out over and over again

Soon her walls started to tighten up around my fingers I continued to fuck her, just slowly

- ROGER.. OHH GOD

I let out a hoarse laugh and felt her intense contractions squeezing my fingers

I took them out and pushed in my tounge, licking her faster than the knew was possible, my fingers pinched her clit hard

She came with a scream

I licked her pussy clean from her sweet nectar

- I want you Roger.. Please.. Now

I stood up and took out the drawer next to the bed

She abrupted me and took my hand

- No... I want to give a baby to you

She laid back down on the bed and smiled at me

I crawled down next to her and adjusted myself between her legs

She took her hand around my cock and placed it in her entrance

My eyes locked with hers and bit by bit I felt her stretch out from me

We moved together just feeling ourselves out carefully until we couldn't hold it back any longer

I kissed her deeply and moved faster and faster in and out of her

- Y/N.. I want you.. I want..

- I'm yours Roger.. I'm yours

I held around her trembling body and locked my eyes with hers

I felt she was close to yet an other climax and I met hers with mine

An intense cascade of my seed rushed into her body like a spring flood

She held around me, pulling me closer with her legs, wanting every single drop from me

Still remaining inside of her I fell to the side, pulling her with me

Her big eyes looked at me while she laid on my arm

I tangled my fingers in her hair and kissed her nose

No more words were needed

I didn't need to search any longer, I had found my soulmate and she wanted me.. now.. Not waiting

I smiled and saw her eyes, glossy from all tears

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On my 41st birthday I woke up and heard her rumble around in the kitchen

I pretended to sleep

Her light footsteps in the stairs came closer and closer

Soon I heard her soft voice next to me

I peeked up with one eye and saw her... HER

A BIG tray with flowers, tea, Eggs Benedict, the Union Jack flag and a long shaped box

I thought for a second that not all her money were going to a new watch

She leaned down and kissed me

- Open it

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[skylartamiko]

Maylor Fanfic 18+

it was at least 10:00 at night, according to the bright red analog clock on Brian’s nightstand. “Rog, I think it’s time we get to bed. We’ll have a lovely time in town tomorrow.”

Roger was pouty and quiet as of right now. His mission, to Brian’s disappointment, was to lay a finger on some girl to fuck. Which, to some relief, hadn’t happened yet.

“Brian, I’m horny as hell right now! Leave me alone!”

“Go take it out in the bathroom.” He dismissed. This was typical Roger behavior. You could never tell the difference between horny and angry.

But of course, he’d just stated that, so..

“Unless..” Brian rang out.

“Unless what?!” Roger snapped quietly.

“I could help..” Brian hesitated with that response. Roger turned so quickly, and a shade of light pink covered his pale, sweaty skin.

That was out of the ordinary. Brian would never offer something like that. Feeling flustered, he tried to think of something to say back but-

“I’ll do it. Only if I give something in return, Bri,” He paused. “If I fuck you so hard your legs will snap in half..”

“Don’t do that,” He said, trailing a harsh grip on Rogers hip. He gives a chuckle. “I won’t snap your legs, love.”

Maintaining a grip on Roger, he slowly moves to his trousers, feeling the bulge of his member slowly grow. A few whimpers here and there, nothing to special. He tugs at his waistband, and strips off his pants.

Brian squeezes gently at his member, and begins to slowly rub at it. “Oh~!” Roger exclaims, taken aback by the precision of Brian’s hand. “F-fuck~!”

He pulls the blonde into a warm, passionate kiss. Soon, Brian strips off Rogers shirt, leaving sloppy, warm heat all along his chest.

Roger finds a way to Brian’s boxers and begins to stroke him off, too. The new feeling of Brian’s tongue on his lower belly made him feel the urge of an orgasm even more. “Ngh~~!” Roger let out a small grunt before cumming onto Brian’s thigh.

He was panting, sweat smeared all over his forehead. “Are you-”

But Brian was lost, a blur in his on mind as Roger kept rubbing and licking on through the thin fabrics of his boxers. “Come on,” Roger teased. “This wouldn’t be fair if you weren’t naked, my dear..”

So he strips down Brian, utterly shocked at the air touching his newly exposed skin. Roger locks his mouth against his tip and hesitantly sucks for a minute. At this point, both men are tired, but still making good pacing.

“I- fuck~” Brian came onto the hotel sheets, a few inches away from Rogers member. ***

Roger was surprised when he woke up on Brian, naked, no remembrance of what had happened the night before. He slid on a pair of sweatpants, and snuggled back into Brian’s chest.

#minors dni #18 + only #maylor smut #brian may smut #roger taylor smut

[same-structure-carry]

https://lisa-283.mxtkh.fun/b/yiqUTMP

#sukuna smut #herbs #ninjago #funny content #outer banks #arizona #dave grohl #cryptids #metalhead #roger taylor #raven #ereri #sports

[certain-when]

https://jessica-591.szhdyy.com.cn/i/ZgY1meN

#cryptids #metalhead #roger taylor #ereri #buddhism #amanda elise lee #jack wolfe #solidaritygaming #ahego face #exposed faggot #paleo #sentimientos #ripped #cher #skz smut

[illfoandillfie]

Heyy, i know this is so cheesy and such a trope but can i request 'stuck in a lift' in maybe like a fancy hotel where queen are hosting an afterparty, reader is somehow connected to the band and obviously fancies rog despite thinking he's a bit obnoxious, is heading up to bed, and Roger is going to get something from his room, when bad, they are stuck in the enclosed space for quite some time leading too... 😆

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 21

Okay i've had a vague notion of writing a stuck in a lift fic for like years because someone had requested one when i was doing blurbs another time but i didn't really know what to do with it. So thank you for giving me a reason to think about stuck lifts again! Your ideas were perfect and exactly the jumping off point I needed to actually write it!

Warnings: Roger the flirt, it ends before the real smut because otherwise it would have been too long, so apologies for that, but references to p in v sex and oral sex and handjobs/fingering,

If someone had told you that you’d be attending Queen’s end of tour party, you’d never have believed it. Of course it wasn’t really so mad to suggest you’d get your name on the list. Your dad worked as a roadie, specifically on Queen’s latest tour, so you had an in. The problem was he could be a little protective of you, even though you were a grown woman. Especially around hot young musicians who liked to flirt with anything in a skirt AKA Roger Taylor. As it was when he’d brought you backstage to meet the band he’d watched Roger closely. You’d gotten a bit of a tour of the stage and all the work that went on behind the scenes and Roger had even shown you what the interior of the tour bus looked like. It had made your brain whirl with ideas of what might happen there but those thoughts were dampened by your dad standing to the side glaring daggers at Roger whenever he so much as breathed in your direction. It was a shame since Roger was easily the cutest of the band and the one you found easiest to talk to. He could be a little bit obnoxious sometimes but he was usually sweet and funny. If you were being honest, you were a little pissed your dad had probably scared him off. You wouldn’t have minded something happening if the chance arose, but that wasn’t likely to if he’d been warned off. All the same, once your dad had invited you, you were determined to have fun. Even if you didn’t get to make out with the drummer.  

You’d gotten there a little early so you could check in, dump your bags and get changed before heading down to the rapidly filling party. The glitz of it all was almost overwhelming. The band had coopted their hotel’s event spaces entirely, people milling between the three halls and spilling into the main foyer. You were suddenly very thankful your dad had been able to get you a room for the night otherwise you might have been tempted to hookup with someone just to make the night a little easier.  

The party ended up being a lot of fun. You ran into a few people you knew – roadies you’d met through your dad, girls who hung around the band – some of them groupies, some not. You had a few drinks, danced for a bit, talked to whoever you bumped into. You even managed to run into all of the boys during the course of the night. Freddie, life of the party as always, was surrounded by a group of people you didn’t know but he pulled you over all the same just to check that you were having a good time. The other three were almost as equally sought after so you barely got to say more than a few words to each before they were whisked off. Still, it was a good night as you bounced around from room to room, taking drinks from the roving waiters, turning down lines from the party animals. But, by one in the morning you’d had your fill. The party was in full swing though the guests had dwindled a little. But you felt as if you’d drunk enough and danced enough and talked to enough people. Making your way across the foyer you bid a few people goodnight and grabbed the first lift heading upstairs. Once inside you breathed a sigh of relief that it was miraculously empty. But that didn’t last long. The doors were beginning to shut when you heard someone call out for you to hold the door. For half a second you contemplated pretending you hadn’t heard but you manners won out and you were glad they had. Roger Taylor was jogging towards you.  

He looked a little worse for wear but bright eyed and bushy tailed nonetheless.   “Thanks,” he puffed, a little out of breath, “These things take ages for the next one to come,”  “No problem. Good party?”  “Yeah really good, might be the best we’ve had. You leaving already?”  You laughed, “Well not all of us have tour buses we can sleep on while we’re driven around. I have to get myself home in the morning.”  He hummed, “You might have more brains than the rest of us then. Sensible girl.”  “What are you doing then?”  “Oh, getting a pack of smokes. Must have left them in my other jacket and no one wanted to bum me one. Something about me being rich enough to afford my own.”  You giggled at Roger’s less than subtle brag. Coming from him it didn’t sound quite as arseholeish as it might have from someone else. Roger was an easy conversationalist and you were happily chatting about what he’d be doing now the tour was over when the elevator made a strange grinding noise.   “Well that makes tot- fuck that was a weird nosie.” You said, glancing up at the roof though there was nothing noteworthy there.”  Roger seemed as if he were about to say something, hopefully reassuring, when the whole lift jolted and everything went dark.”  “What the fuck?” You asked the black space where Roger had been a second before.  “Don’t worry,” his voice said from the darkness, “probably just a problem with the electrics in the building. It’s an old hotel and the party’s lighting is probably fucking with things.”  “Yeah, you’re probably right,” you said, feeling a little spooked all the same.   “They’ll have a backup generator, probably just takes a minute to switch over though.”  You counted the seconds in your head as both of you waited to see if he was right and then let out a sigh of relief when moments later the lights flickered back on, though a little dimmer than before. The lift didn’t move but you weren’t too worried. The mechanism probably forgot what floor it was heading to with the power reset and just needed the button pressed again. Roger must have had the same train of thought because he leaned over and hit his floor’s number again.   “Get floor 10 for me will you?”  “Fuck,”  “Yeah good one,” you laughed, “we stuck are we?”  Roger turned, for once seeming a little fazed, “Uhh, I think we might be.”  “Please tell me you’re joking,” You stepped around him so you could reach the buttons yourself and began hammering the tenth floor button.  “I wouldn’t joke about this. But it’s okay, there's an emergency help button. Someone will come for us soon.”  You felt less reassured when he pressed it an absolutely nothing happened, “Is it meant to do...nothing?”  “I don’t actually know. I was expecting more but maybe it just sets off an alarm somewhere?” He looked over to you, “You’re not claustrophobic are you?”  You shook your head.  “Okay, good. We might be in here for a little while.” Roger shrugged, back to his usual unflappable self.  

“No. No, we can’t be stuck in here.” You moved towards the door and banged a fist against it.   Roger watched as he slid down to sit on the floor in the corner.   You banged a few more times until Roger finally told you to stop. “People will come when they come. We’ve done all we can. Just sit.”  “Jesus Christ. I can’t believe I’m going to die in a dodgy lift with Roger Taylor.”  “We’re not going to die, don’t be dramatic. And I’m a little offended thank you very much. There are worse people you could be stuck here with. At least I’m easy on the eyes.”  You rolled your eyes before sitting down against the back wall beside Roger.  Roger laughed at your reaction, “You’re not bad yourself, by the way. So, y’know, there are ways we could kill some time...” his hand stroked against your calf and you jolted like he’d given you a static shock.   “Are you really hitting on me? Now? While we’re stuck in a broken lift?”  “Well why not? Just us, a bit of mood lighting, and who knows how long it’ll take them to find us...” his hand rose a little higher.  “Aren’t you scared my dad’ll kick your arse?”  “Oh terrified. He's much stronger than me. But, well, that’s the beauty of being trapped in here alone. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, or make him hurt me.   You laughed again, feeling calmer.  “I’m being serious, in case I wasn’t clear. I’ve not hit on you properly out of respect, and maybe fear of your father, but I do think you’re fit. And I think fucking would be a fun way to kill some time in here.”  You weren’t really sure what to say so settled for just staring instead.  Roger took that as encouragement, “I don’t have any condoms on me but I promise I’ve not got anything. I’m also, not to sound too up myself, a fucking good lay. And I suspect you’ve thought about shagging me before in which case I’d be more than happy to show you my cock for real. It won’t be the most comfortable fuck ever but it’ll be fun and take out mind off our current predicament and we can always move it to my room once we’re out of here.   You were still gobsmacked, “I don’t know what to say.”  “If it’s the condom thing putting you off I’m happy just to do mouth or hand stuff. Or if you don’t want to do anything that’s fine too, we can find something to talk about instead. But who knows how long we’ll be waiting.”  “I’m....fuck it, okay.”  Roger broke out into a grin, “I knew you were into me. You definitely wanna?”  “Nothing fucking else to do is there,” you laughed, scooting a little closer to Roger, not quite sure how he wanted to go about it. 

Roger shifted forward too, angling himself to be in a better position so he could cup your cheek and lean in for a kiss.   “Hey,” there was a bang against the door that made you jump apart before your lips had even touched, “You okay in there?”  Roger sighed and let his hand drop before he answered, “Yeah, we’re okay.”  “Just sit tight, we’ll have you out a jiffy.”  “Terrible timing,” you murmured and Roger laughed derisively.  There was a lot of talk and banging from the other side and Roger’s gaze flicked in its direction, back to you, to the door again. He shrugged when he next looked at you, “Fuck it, we’ve got time.” His hand was on your cheek again and he was pulling you close, stealing your breath as his lips landed on yours.  

The kiss continued until a particularly loud bang reminded you that people would be bursting in imminently. But you didn’t want it to end at all. You wanted to keep kissing Roger, for as long as you could, more if he was still up for it.   “Y’know,” you said softly, glancing at the door to make sure no one was about to burst in, “Being trapped in a broken lift if a good excuse for an early night. Maybe we could continue this in your room?”  Roger raised his eyebrow at you but then grinned again, “I like the way you think.”  You had just enough time to smile conspiratorially before a loud scraping sound made you scramble to your feet and you saw the doors being forced open.  

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2023 #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #i could maybe be convinced to do a part 2 at some point in the new year

[rogertaylorshbb]

"poor thing" roger Taylor fanfic

sorry I haven't written in 10 days, just been busy with school!! i hope you enjoy this, it was inspired by a photo I saw on tumblr of roger pouring milk for a cat.

you sat down with your favorite magazine on a lazy Sunday. you finally got to relax after all the running around you did all week. you opened the magazine when you heard something. "meowww" a quiet meow called out from your left. you turned your head looking for the cat that was making the sound but your eyes saw nothing.

your head then slowly went down to your magazine, then again you heard the meow, you looked saw nothing, then again, then again, then again. the 6th time you heard the meow you snapped.

"where the fuck is that coming from" you whispered annoyingly shutting your magazine. you got up a glanced outside and that's when you saw the cat. the poor little cat had its paw stuck in a crack on the fence.

"awwww, poor little thing" you said walking over to the cat. you began to very slowly pull the cats paw out. it hissed but you eventually got it out. the cat must of had a good feel about you and started to purr at you.

"what's all that racket y/n!" roger called out walking outside. he looked at you and smiled, "y/n, before you ask, we are not keeping it"

you had a look of disappointment on your face, you were gonna ask him that but then again it probably wasn't a great idea. "roger is mean" you said in a baby voice to that cat "no mean roger" you laughed putting on a pout face. "shut up" he chuckled going back inside to watch television.

you picked up the cat and carried it inside, you then had a look at its paw, wasn't anything major, just a small scrap. you cleaned it up which the cat didn't at all like. you knew that cleaning it up still wasn't gonna heal it so you were gonna take it to the shelter.

you carried the cat in your arms over to were roger was sitting. "hey rog" you giggled with the cat in your arms.

roger rolled his eyes "I'm trying to watch the ascent of man, y/n please get that cat away" "meanie" you whispered to the cat.

"well I need to ask a big favor, I'm just gonna head out for 5 minutes-"

"y/n c'mon" he interrupted

"just listen, just 5 minutes, I need to get balloons for Freddie's birthday, john asked me, ill be back i promise, I need you to hold the cat, she's hurt" you explained.

he rolled his eyes and picked up the cat with a disgusting face, placing it down on his lap. you then grabbed your keys and ran out.

*20 minutes later*

you had taken longer then you expected, but picking out the color was hard, you felt as if you had to pick everyone, you eventually just went for the yellow. you opened the door and turned to rogers chair where he watched the tv. he wasn't there, so where else could he be. you then walked in to the kitchen to see something that made you giggle.

you witnessed roger patting and pouring milk into the bowl for the cat, smiling to himself. "roger" you said. he jumped. "uhhhhh, I'm just- I'm just- the cat was being annoying so I-" he stuttered

"just admit you like the cat rog" you chuckled throwing the balloons on the table coming to bend down next to him.

I know this a bit shorter then the ones i normally write, sorry, but I'm planning on writing a long one on Friday!! hope you like this cute short one.

@sarcastic-sourwolf

#roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor fan fic #roger taylor x reader #queen fanfiction #queen band #queen smut #funny cats #fan fic #fluff

[rogertaylorsprettyvoice]

nda: I have no idea what I'm supposed to say, there's no title, no description, no end to this kinky piece, enjoy (maybe).

TW: drug use, very explicit.

He was blessed with the voice of an angel, he sounded like a mythical creature, the favourite of the Gods. I was mezmerised by the rasp of his low voice and the clear sound of his falsettos. He was hitting the notes just right. He was hitting me just about right. Everytime he opened his mouth and came close to the microphone, I felt on the edge of a cliff, and I had only one thought in mind : falling. Please, I was begging, I want to fall. In your voice, in your arms, in your soul. Bring me down with you, I can’t bare the edging. Everytime a sound would leave his throat, I could feel, for just a singular moment, not one more, him inside of me, overwhelming me with his grandiosity. The feeling was burning me, eating me alive. The warmth between my legs would not stop intensifying because I refused to look anywhere else than his wet mouth. When he stuck his tongue out, I grasped for air. I could only imagine what he was capable of doing with his lizzard-like tongue. And his hands. Oh my god. I did not notice his hands. Nor the way he was holding the long sticks so firmly. I felt the muscular tension in his entire body, hitting his drums, moving his head on rythm with the song, performing with his whole body and all of it, this building tension, came out as the most perfect high pitch sound. I felt like I could die, right now, looking at him, feeling him all over me, his sweat, his soul-cracking voice, both of his veiny hands holding me in the air as I’m waiting for the sky to fall upon me.

I was wondering how this man could have ended on Earth. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to feel what I was feeling, but I just couldn’t stop myself, nor did I want to restrain myself. His wild blonde wavy hair covering his face as he played brought some of the tension up to my chest, a strange tinggling feeling covering my breast. I was not wearing a bra, and I could feel my nipples harden through my tee-shirt. I just knew by looking at him that it would turn him on. He would not be able to look away from my white slightly see-through crop top. Maybe it would turn him on so much that he would want me to keep it, but he seemed like the kind of guy to like looking at boobs while he fucked you. I was drooling. Fuck. Fuck me right now. Please. Use that pretty voice of yours to tell me obsenities. But I just can’t look away now. The only sound resonating was the beat of the drums, he was hitting them so smoothly and yet with so much strenght. And when the music stops, he talks, and I feel like he’s looking at me with his big blue doll eyes saying “The next one is really loud”, like he knows how horny I am right now, telling me “Hold on tight, love. Soon I’ll make you go loud.”

And that’s what he did. He did not seem surprised at all when I found my way to his dressing room. I saw Roger’s name and knocked. He had been waiting for me all this time. He was still in his attire, a red open shirt sitting nicely on his shoulders, revealing his flesh. On the opposite side of the room, I was standing still, closed door behind me, with my hard nipples pointing right at him through my shirt. I was right, he couldn’t look away. He kept staring at me, stripping me with his gaze. Without a single word, he invites me to sit on his on one of his laps, his legs were so open, directing his crotch at me. So I sit down, quitley, I nod, he reaches for a glass plate covered in fairy dust. I could still see my reflection through the white lines he drew just a second ago, like a true artist. He sniffs one line, hands the mirror plate to me. I sniff too. One big line. I feel some pressure in my cavities but it doesn’t take me a long time to fucking feel everything. I am so horny right now just by the way he's staring at my lips, I feel how he wants to shove it deep inside my throat, feel the wetness and warmth of it. He brings his hand to my pretty face and uses his thumb to clean my poudered nose. He then puts it in my mouth. He puts it deep, deep, deeper, and I suck it because oh my god I am loving this I don’t ever want it to stop. “Hearing my voice made you this horny, love?”

I let out a sigh while he’s still in my mouth. He must have noticed because he raises an eyebrow and smiles very slightly while taking it out. He puts his two veiny hands, oh my god his hands, on my broad hips and grabs me so I can climb on top of him. I feel my pulse pounding in my pussy as soon as I sense how hard his crotch is. Yet all I can seem to think about are his beautiful soft lips. They look so silky and pink, and they must taste so good. “Roger, I would give anything for just one kiss.” I whine and he looks satisfied knowing how much power he has on me. He humidifies them. It’s like he’s doing it to my lips, my lower lips, but no, he’s only licking his own and stares, once again, at my chest. Just like I imagined, he is tourmented : hard nipples pointing through a see-through tee-shirt, or bouncy naked breast while fucking. I can feel how worked up he is by now. His pants are looking dangerously tigh, like he’s about to explode right now. And as I was staring at his crotch, he holds my breast with both of his hands and brings his wet mouth to me. I feel his tongue on my hard nipples, I fucking feel him making me wet. He lets his saliva all over my shirt and gives me a taste of what torture means to him. I look down on him and meet his vicious eyes, I am whining, I want him to suck on my tits. He must feel this unbearable tension because he lifts my white shirt up and I let out the most beautiful moan when his tongue encounters my pinkish nipple. I moan, and I touch his hair, his beautiful blonde hair, I can't believe I'm touching his gorgeous hair, and it's so soft, like foam. My boobs feel so big right now in his mouth. He is licking all over them with his very long tongue. I moan again and let out a whine when I feel him bite my nipple. It's so much, too much, and yet it doesn't feel like I���ve had enough. I haven't fallen yet. I want more from him, I want his filthy hands all over me.

“You look so good” he says with his raspy voice. I didn't know my cheeks could feel any hotter but my face was burning. I glance at him while I can't help to let out louder moans but I want more. I need more. I need to feel him. He seems surprised when I hold his face while I get up to face him. My boobs feel so tight and my nipples so hard and wet, but looking at him makes me forget about everything. I get down on my knees and observe him while I open his pants, his very tight pants. But I can't look away. He is staring at me with his pretty eyes and he looks so fuckable with his blonde messy hair. Before I even realize it, he gets up and rips off his pants to show me his cock. It really feels like he wanted to show me how big it was and how good looking and how gorgeous and so him. His cock looked so slutty and needy. I found that little drop of precum so so hot. It's like it was whining for me. He takes his penis in his hand and points it at my mouth, already open and wet and warm for him. He stared deep into my eyes before asking “Do you want me to fuck your pretty mouth pretty hard?” and it made me drool. “Yes Roger” was all I could say and it was enough for him to shove it in my throat.

#rogertaylor #roger taylor smut #roger taylor fanfiction #smut #70's

[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

Welcome Home - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Summary: Okay so I know a handful of people have done this, but I am a sore sucker for hurt Roger.  Roger comes home from their first big tour and he's in pain from the constant physical demand of being a drummer. Also a little bit of angst but mainly fluff then soft smut near the end.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol, pain (none inflicted by anybody, but if you are not a fan of reading about people in pain then skip this one), anxiety, smut (penis in vagina sex, riding, dirty talk/mention of masturbation, unprotected sex, no aftercare), note: the smut is fairly vanilla/soft, so if you aren't a fan of having the vagina referred to as a 'cunt' then you're fine to read this.

Word count: 4.1k

Enjoy!

     The crowd which surrounded you was yelling like you had never heard before. You were so proud of the kind of fanbase the band had attracted for themselves. The boys hadn't appeared on stage yet, and you knew all four band members were freaking out. They were about to perform at The Rainbow Theatre in London. Groups like The Who, Genesis, Jimi Hendrix and David Bowie had played there in the past, all people who influenced the guys. You were nervous for them, but you knew they would do excellent.

     Roger sits on a fold-out chair, carefully removing the wraps from his fingers. Luckily his sores had healed since the last show. His back still aches along with involuntary tremors from anxiety. The Rainbow was one of the most famous theatres in London. In their eyes, if you played at The Rainbow, you made it.

     “Have a beer, Roger. Might calm you down,” Brian suggested. “Don’t want a fuckin’ beer,” Roger replied hoarsely. Not only were they about to play in front of a sold-out show of 2,802 people, but the whole set was also going to be broadcasted on The Old Grey Whistle Test and the radio, as well. Beer wasn't going to help the nerves.

     Brian let out a sigh before taking a sip of his Coca-Cola. “Well, at least you have Y/n to watch,” he said. You haven't been able to watch the entire tour while you were stuck at home in London due to work, so you were glad you were able to watch the last show. “That's the worst part,” Roger mutters. “What if I mess up? I’ll humiliate myself in front of her and half of fuckin’ London.”

     “You’ll be fine, Roger. We made plenty of mistakes on stage throughout the tour. And if you make a mistake tonight, who cares? Whos going to notice and print on next week's paper ‘Queens drummer Roger Taylor messed up on stage’?” Brian asks in his fake coach-like tone. “Nobody. And especially not Y/n.

     Roger slowly looks up at Brian, removing his face from his palms. “Youre right,” he says. “Now let's go up on stage,” Brian grins as he gives roger a hand and all four head out of the dressing room.

     You watch as the house lights begin to dim. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as the camera crew and radio men made sure everything was correct. You watch as a man in a white tuxedo comes out onto the stage, it was Bob Harris. You had spoken to him before, he was kind.

     “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Queen!” he says proudly before you hear the familiar sound of Brian's guitar. You were amazed by the show. The use of colourful lights and smoke was perfect. You hadn't seen the boys play on such a big stage like this. You were so proud of them. 

     As the show comes to an end, Brian begins playing strong power cords along with some feedback from the amps. Roger bangs hard on the drums, and you watch as he knocks them over. He furiously throws them off the drum risers, Freddie and John getting out of the way just in the nick of time. That wasn't like him. Sure, he had an anger issue and often had tantrums over things, but he never took things out in front of fans.

     You feed your way through the crowd, finding the side door which was guarded by a crew member. You flash your VIP card at them and you are quickly let in. You are greeted by Freddie cautiously sipping on cold water, while Brian was icing his fingertips. “You guys were great!” you praise them before addressing the situation on stage. “Thank you, my dear,” Freddie replies through gulps. He finishes his cup before he stands up and gives you a hug. “Roger can’t wait to see you,” he tells you. “About Roger. Where is he?” you ask since he wasn't in the dressing room.

     “You saw his little outburst. He might be in the bathroom or one of the dressing rooms down the hall,” he tells you, and you thank him. “Tell me everything about the tour later, I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit!” you say with a smile as you leave the dressing room on the hunt for Roger.

     You pass by his roadie and close friend, Chris “Crystal” Taylor. “Crystal, have you seen Roger?” you ask. “He’s in dressing room five. I tried to talk to him but he told me to leave him alone,” he tells you. “Thanks,” you reply and go down the hall to dressing room five.

     You knock lightly, unconsciously not wanting your knock to sound masculine so you wouldn't be sent away immediately. You hear a groan from the other side of the door. Roger was sat on a small couch, gripping his hair in anger while his feet stomped. He had already disorganized the entire counter along with kicking any piece of furniture he could find. “Roger,” you say as you slowly open the door.

     He perks up at the sound of your voice. “Y/n?” he asks. He stood up, seeing your worried gaze staring back at him. He hugs you with the force of a thousand lost men. “I missed you so much…” he whispered into your ear. His angered and broken voice rang throughout your head, and you hug him back.

     “I’m so sorry. I got angry on stage, and- and I broke the kit, and you had to see me like that,” Roger says. “I was just so nervous about playing in front of everybody, and I didn't want to disappoint you and I did exactly what I was trying not to do,” he whimpered into your neck. All his outward anger was gone. All that was in his heart was remorse.

     “Roger,” you say, taking his cheeks into your palms and looking at him. You use your thumbs to slowly wipe away the tears. “You didn't disappoint me,” you tell him. “You did amazing. I just knew you would,” you smile.

     Roger slowly smiles back at you as tears form in his eyes again. It was so hard to be away from you for so long. His strong and callused hands grip your waist and his shaky breath blew against your lips. He slowly kisses you, tears running down his face as his eyelids meet. You missed his touch. You missed his kisses. You wished that your welcome home to him was under different circumstances. He parts from the kiss, his face returning to the crook of your neck as he begins to cry. You heard his voice breaking as sobs come from him.

     “Baby, why are you crying?” you ask as you gently run your hands through his sweaty hair. “I just missed you so much…” he whispered. “And… and I don’t deserve you…” he confesses. Every day he questions why you haven't left him yet.

     It takes you every ounce of strength in your body not to start crying with him. “Don't say that, my love” you tell him. You place a kiss on his cheek as you feel his shaky grip become tighter around you. You have seen Roger in emotional states like this, but he had never presented himself to be this vulnerable before.

     You bring his gaze to yours, yet again wiping the tears from his eyes. “Let's go home,” you say. “But- the after party,” he says, and you shut him up with a single finger on his lips. “Your well-being is more important than an after-party,”

     After a couple of gentle kisses on the lips and forehead, and two or more tears shed, Roger agrees to go home.

     You arrive home with Roger. He sighs as he enters the apartment, and he slowly removes his shoes and jacket. “Are you hungry? I can order some food if you’d like,” you suggest, and he nods. “Japanese, please,” he says. “I was going to order that. I know it's your favourite,” you smile and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “You go get changed while I order it,” you tell him. Roger walks off and enters your shared bedroom. He hadn't been there in months. It was exactly as he left it, maybe a bit cleaner, but still the same comforting bedroom.

     He changes into a t-shirt and sweatpants. It had been ages since he wore comfortable clothes. Most nights he ended up sleeping in his leather pants and button-up because he was too exhausted or drunk to change.

     You walk into the bedroom, Japanese food in hand and you see Roger laying stomach-first on the bed. “The food is here,” you tell him as you shake him out of his half-awake state. “Oh,” he says groggily and sits up. He takes his portion of the food and begins eating after he thanked you.

     “Tell me all about the tour,” you tell him with a smile.

     “The fucking tour…” Roger muttered. “I was great and all, but physically it was horrible,”

     “What do you mean?” you ask as you slowly place a hand on his back. Roger hisses as you touch the sensitive muscles on his back. “That-” he says. You frown. “My whole body hurts. My back, my hands, my legs. Pretty sure I sprained my ankle. First I tried painkillers, but they only helped for a bit. I tried drinking, and I tried drugs. It helped for a bit, but when I come down from it everything hurts again. Fuck- jerking off didn't even help. Fred said it would but it didn't,”

     You could hear the pain and frustration in his voice. “Rog, baby, if you were hurting all tour you should have asked to go home early,” you tell him. “I wanted to, believe me, I did. But I couldn't, the band depended on me, just like I depend on them. Plus every show was sold out. I couldn't leave.

     “Why don’t I run you a bath?” you suggest. “The hot water might help ease your muscles, then we can go to bed,” you tell him.

     “You think that will help?” he asks. “It should help your muscles, at least. I’ll bandage your ankle up and if your pain gets any worse we can go to the doctor,” you say. “I’d like a bath, then,” he smiles softly. “Okay,” you tell him and gave him a kiss before you stood up and walked to the bathroom to run the bath.

     About 10 minutes later Roger looks up from his book when you walk into the bedroom. He rips off his reading glasses and puts away the book he was reading. He hated his reading glasses, you loved how they looked. He never believes you, of course.

     “Bath is done,” you tell him. He stands up from the bed and follows you to the bathroom. He sees as you put epsom salt and some bubbles into the water and mix it with your hand. “Thank you, baby,” he smiles and gives you a warm kiss before he undressed and got into the tub. You couldn't help but watch. You hadn't seen him naked in almost 3 months besides the naughty polaroid photos he left behind for you. But, right now was not the time for lust. Your job as his partner was to comfort him.

     Roger hisses as he leans down into the scorching hot water. “Too hot?” you ask worriedly. “Little bit, but that’s probably good,” he says. He slowly adjusts to the temperature and leans his head back onto the cold tile.

     The two of you had shared baths before. Roger had suggested it once a while back as a bonding moment. He made it quite romantic. There were much more bubbles than the current bath, and he poured you both a glass of wine with candles. Even if it felt a bit cheesy, you loved it.

     “I’ll be in the bedroom when you're done,” you tell him and stand up to leave. “Y/n,” he says, grabbing your dry hand with his wet one. “Don’t leave,”

     You look down at him, his wide, remorseful eyes staring back at you. “You're doing all this stuff for me, getting food, running me a bath. If I were you I’d be struggling to keep my hands to myself,” he says. “It's nice to have a welcome home like this, so stay. The last thing I want is to not be able to see you, or hear your voice, or smell you…”

     If you weren't his girlfriend, you’d be creeped out by the last sentence. But you had to admit, you felt the same. Even just a reminiscing smell that was similar to Rogers's cologne or sweat brought you comfort.

     “Okay, I’ll stay,” you smile. You sit down on the floor mat, still holding his hand in yours. “Is the bath helping?” you ask. “A bit. It does feel nice on my muscles,” he replies. “Maybe you could give me a massage after?”

     “Is that an excuse to have my hands all over you?” you tease with a smirk. “Partly,” he grins and gives you a superficial kiss as he purses his lips at you. You laugh and nudge him a bit. “Creep,” you joke. “You can't deny it, you love that creep,” he barks back at you. He always made you blush, even with the simplest of words.

     Roger slowly brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing your hand gently before resting his cheek against it. “I love you…” he whispers. You smile softly. “I love you too,” you whisper back. You lean over, giving him a slow and loving kiss. “Why don't you join me?” he asks, using his hand to tap the water a bit. “I already showered today,” you tease. Roger groans with a smirk. “You always play hard to get,” he chuckles.

     Roger stayed in the tub for almost forty-five minutes before he gave you the queue he was ready to get out. You handed him a towel and he wrapped it around his waist. “Don't forget that massage,” he grins. “Don’t worry, I didn't,” you giggle. He was always so needed sometimes.

     You lead him back to the bedroom once you grabbed the massage oil from under the bathroom sink. He lays down on the bed, taking off his towel as he did. You could feel the smirk on his face. “Cover your arse,” you tell him, even if it was cute. “You're no fun,” he laughs and puts the towel back on.

     You put the tiniest amount of oil on your hands, rub it between your palms to warm the liquid before gently rubbing it up and down Roger's back. “Where does it hurt, baby?” you ask. “My upper back, near my shoulders, and my spine,” Roger says while burying his face into his arms. You begin kneading his shoulders, digging your thumbs into his muscles. “Fuck-” he groans. “Hurts?” you ask. “Yes,” he mutters. “Sorry,” you reply, placing a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. “It's okay.”

     You knead his muscles slower, adding less pressure so you could ease him onto it. You worked on one section, and once Roger gave you the okay, you added a bit more pressure, and then more after. He groans again as you push harder. “I’m sorry,” you say. “No- no, keep going,” he whispers. “Fuck-” he growled.

     It felt so good but hurt at the same time. “You’re great with your hands, Y/n,” he tells you. “In multiple ways,” he smirks. “Oh shut the fuck up,” you laugh.

     After half an hour or so of massaging, you were finally done, and by the time you had finished, Roger was almost asleep. “You’re done, love,” you whisper to him with a gentle kiss on his cheek. That was able to wake him up from his light sleep. “Thank you, babe…” he mumbled as he pushed himself up. He sighs as he moves his spine. “It feels much better,” he smiles, and you smile back at him. “I’m glad it does,” you tell him, and give him a kiss on the lips.

     Roger sits up, taking the towel from his behind and wrapping it around his waist once again. “You know,” he says, looking over at the clock on your nightstand. “The night isn't over yet,” he smirks. You knew exactly what he meant. “You're right, it isn't,” you say. “I have another welcome home gift for you,” you hum before you kiss him. It was gentle and soft. You always played hard to get with him, even if Roger acted as if he hated it, it made the night feel even more erotic.

     Rogers' hands make their way to your waist, gripping your shirt before they venture under the fabric. “Somebody is needy,” you tease. “I haven't seen you… in months. Of course, I'm needy,” he says between kisses. You shiver at his touch. Even if you loved teasing him, you couldn't resist him either.

     Your hands run down his bare chest as the kiss becomes more sensual. Roger was always the first one to use his tongue, and you didn't mind, especially right now. “You know,” you begin through a small moment of a parting of your lips. “When you were gone…” you whisper, trailing your kisses down his neck to suck hot sores onto his skin. “I used to ride my pillow… pretending it was you,”

     Shivers went through Roger's body as you spoke. He held back a moan, letting out a soft groan instead. “Yeah? What other dirty things did you do while I was gone?” he asks against your ear while his hands tried to undress you. “I’d moan your name as if you were in the room,” you tell him, letting the lewd noises of your wet kisses echo through his ears. “I’d touch myself in the shower and pretend it's your hand…” you whisper. “I’d even go as far as touching myself while reading your interviews in magazines,”

     “Fuck…” Roger whimpered. He was already hard as a rock at the thought of you doing all those outlandish things just because you missed him. “Well, the real thing is here, now. No need to pretend,” he hummed. He takes off your shirt and shudders as he cups your bra. He bit his lip at the sight of your breasts. He had looked at them in the dirty polaroid you gave him, but finally seeing them in person, even with a bra, felt so rewarding. “I need you, baby…” he whispered.

     You push him down onto the bed. You were much more forceful than you had ever been. “I love when you beg,” you grinned. You begin undoing your pants after Rogers's many failed attempts. “Please…” he whimpered. “I jerked off almost every night to that little sexy photo I have of you… just wasn't the same-” he says breathily.

     Once your pants were off, which felt like forever for Roger, you straddle his hips. He hisses as your panties rub against his cock. “Baby- please…” he begs. “Please, what?” you ask in your menacing teasing tone. “Please fuck me,” Roger says. He wasn't afraid to beg. If he had to beg you to get what he wanted, he would. You grin. You slowly remove your underwear and toss them to the side. It took every ounce of strength in Roger's body not to grab your panties and smell them.

     You lift your hips, letting his tip run through your folds. You were already soaking wet for him. “Shit-” Roger mutters. His tip twitched against your wetness. You reach behind yourself, slowly unclipping your bra and sliding it off. The desperate and amazed look on Roger's face almost made you laugh. He looked like a child in a candy store. Rogers' shaky hands reach up to gently cup your breasts. His thumbs run over your nipples and he watches as they become pointy in his hold.

     “Are you ready?” You ask in a similar fashion to how he asked you the first time you had sex. “I’ve been ready,” he huffs. You smirk at the desperate look on his face. You feel Roger's hands slowly run down to your hips, ready in position to help guide you. You slowly sink down onto his cock once you aligned his tip with your entrance. You let out a whine as he finally goes inside you. You have used dildos occasionally while he was gone, but it never felt the same.

     “Fuck, baby…” Roger groaned as you squeeze around his length. His hands grip your waist, knuckles on the verge of going white. His hands and your body begin to move in unison. “Oh, Roger…” you whisper between soft moans. Your hips slowly move up and hit down onto Roger's pelvis. The first bounce of many made you whine and made Roger bite back a moan.

     “Faster…” Roger begs quietly, and you comply. You needed to be faster, you needed him. His hands helped your hips move as you rode him. You were weak with arousal, and it took great strength to move your hips.

     Every movement sent waves through your body, rewarding Roger with the sound of your sweet moans every time his cock hit just the right spot inside you. “You feel so good, baby…” Roger whispers before letting out a groan. His head was swimming. Every time he watched the way your breasts moved with your hips, or how his cock disappeared inside of you, he moaned almost femininely.

     By now, you were bouncing on Roger like it was your last day on Earth. And your moans were erotically loud. Roger shouted obscenities that would have his mother fuming from the unholy words, but neither of you cared. You needed each other more than you needed air. You needed each other's body and soul. You knew that after this night, not only would you both be sore, but you would have an angry note from your elderly neighbour the next morning.

     “Babe- fuck, I’m close…!” you moan. Your face was unpleasing to you, with your eyebrows scrunched together and your mouth hanging open. Roger loved the sight, but, he could barely look because he was engulfed in pleasure. It was a strain to open his eyes.

     “Cum for me, love,” Roger tells you. “Cum,” he repeats. You couldn't feel your body besides the constant pleasuring feeling of Rogers' length plunging in and out of you. You had lost full control of your hips, but the rewarding feeling was too strong to stop. “Cum all over my cock,” it was so erotic to say something like that, although it wasn't the worst of the dirty talk that Roger had in store. But, it was enough for you to finally go over the edge.

     You moan loudly as Roger's cock hits just the right spot, and you tighten around him. “Fuck!” you moan, along with multiple other forms of The Lord's name used in vain. Roger groans as your walls squeeze around his length. “Y/n…!” he moaned before his cum spewed into you. You were both wet and sticky with each other's arousal. It felt disgusting but you loved it.

     Roger pulled you against his chest, groaning into your neck as he gripped your hair. His arms were around you in a bear hug, chest heaving against yours with a silent promise to never let you go.

     “Rog…” you whisper. Roger took a moment to answer, he could hardly breathe. “Y-yes?” he asks. “I love you…” that made him smile. “I love you, too…” he whispers back.

     You didn't dare to move, and neither did Roger. “I don't have it in me for a second round, baby…” you whisper. “It's okay, me either,” he huffs. You slowly lift your head from the crook of his neck, you see the weak smile on his lips and you couldn't help but smile back. You kiss him, gently like before. “Want me to-” he hisses as you slowly lift your hips, removing his length from your pussy. “Want me to clean you up?” he asks.

     You shake your head. “No,” you tell him. You roll over, resting your head in your hand as your look at him. Roger's hand gently caresses your cheek, twirling a strand or two of hair around his finger. You noticed the sores on his fingers where calluses usually were, but you didn't comment on it.

      You were so beautiful, sometimes he didn't believe that you were his. He often questioned his religion because of you. He didn't understand how he could be given such a goddess-like being like yourself without the help of some higher deity to bless him with such a gift.

     “Now can you tell me about the tour?” you ask, and he smiles. “Sure,” he says, and he began rambling on about the great time he had in America, leaving out the parts about his pain. You had helped him with his wounds, and he finally felt at peace again.

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