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Dirty little secret (Present! Roger Taylor smut)
Summary: Roger finds you pleasuring yourself when he gets home and decides to fuck you like a whore
Warnings: Smut (18+), Unprotected sex, dominant Roger and Daddy kink, female masturbation and use of toys, spitting and choking. I didn’t proof read forgive me x
Words: 2,228
Notes: I just wanted to do something fairly short with little context, enjoy! I hope to get back to writing more frequently when all my deadlines are out the way so pls be patient with me, love u all! x (these pics are hot af so there u go)
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Forbidden (Roger x F!Reader)
Summary: Asking your mother if you could meet your biological father didn’t seem like such a bad idea at first…until he turned out to be Brian May. Rock legend, activist, astrophysicist…best friend and bandmate of your celebrity crush.
Words: 10k
Warnings: SMUT! drinking, bit taboo stuff, age gap (23 years), degradation, humiliation, daddy kink, semi-public sex, thigh riding, oral (m and f), throat fucking, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight exhibition
A/N: Freddie lives in this au bc im too sad to write an au where he doesnt. also even im a lil embarrassed to have written this so please validate me sdjflksdjfl
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Fuck ‘em
Summary: Roger teaches his daughter how to swear, much to your disdain. Notes: Here, have this comedic fluff.
Roger sat back with his feet up on the mixing desk. His eyes were weary, hidden behind dark sunglasses. Not even the vodka and cigarette in his right hand could help to revive him. His daughter, Maeve, was nestled in the crook of his arm. Similarly pooped. They could have been twins had it not been for her small stature. And her lack of sunglasses. It turns out they don’t make sunglasses for one-year-olds. But if they did, Maeve Ferrari Taylor would be wearing them.
“You know, Roger, you really shouldn’t be smoking around her like that,” Brian said, leaning forward into Roger’s field of vision.
“Oh really,” Roger began, scowling. He turned his attention to his daughter, whose big blue eyes beamed up at him. “What do we say when Uncle Brian’s a complete tosser?”
Maeve’s teeth sank into her lip as she blew out a series of “ffffffff’s.”
Roger began to mouth the response at the one-year-old. “Fuuuuu-“
“Fuck ‘em!” She squeaked, giggling hysterically.
Roger grinned, giving Maeve a hug, before turning his attention back to Brian. “Yeah, Brian…fuck ‘em.”
“Fuck!” Freddie exclaimed, emerging from the vocal booth.
Roger slipped his glasses down his nose to scowl at his bandmate. “Fucked up again, Fred?”
“Fuck ‘em!” Maeve squeaked.
Freddie’s eyes widened, looking down at little Maeve with wonder. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, Mavis?” He said, lowering himself into Maeve’s line of sight. “Do you?”
You burst through the door red-faced and struggling with Maeve in your arms and heavy shopping bags looped around your wrists. “Roger!”
“Dada,” Maeve chirped.
Peering down the hall, you saw a mop of shaggy blonde hair emerge from the room towards the end. Roger’s mini studio. “There’s my girls!”
“Dada!!” Maeve repeated, stretching out her tiny, chubby arms.
“Dada’s got a lot to bloody answer for,” you mumbled, handing over the tiny offender to Roger, who held her up like a lion cub being presented to her pack.
“What did you get up to?” He cooed, beaming up at the small blonde haired girl. “Did you get anything nice? Did you?”
Folding your arms, you cleared your throat loudly.
Roger’s eyes snapped to you.
“How did she learn it?”
“Learn what?” Roger asked, shaking his head.
“She swore in front of a sweet old lady in Sainsbury’s today.”
Roger’s face was awash with pride, hoisting his daughter into the air again. “Did you say a naughty word to an old biddy?”
Maeve gnawed on her fingers, trying to take in what her father was asking her. “Fuck ‘em.”
“That’s my girl!” Roger babbled, holding Maeve close to his chest, burying his nose in the wild tufts of her hair.
“It’s not funny, Roger!” you pressed.
“Oh, sure it is!”
“She can’t just go around swearing at people. She can’t even string together a bloody sentence yet.”
Roger grinned. “I think you’ll find… she can.”
“It’s not a…” you began, flouncing past Roger. “Oh, I give up!”
He was quick to call after you. “It’s a complete sentence, darling.”
“Fuck ‘em.”
Diamonds and Pearls [Sugar Daddy!Roger x Reader] - SMUT
🚨 IMPORTANT!!!!!! 🚨 As you may or may not have noticed, I have changed my URL from hystericallyqueen to redspecialty!!! I’m still the same old C but I felt like it was time for a bit of a change!
FIC NOTES:
15.5k+ words…mmmm beefy
This lovely gif is by the equally lovely @hallucinogenicdrowse, thank you so much!! ❤️
Sugar Daddy AU (Reader is 23, Roger is 41, this takes place in the 1980s), Queen’s not really a thing in this fic but Roger’s still a musician? Deaky is a bartender? Just roll with it lmfao
THIS CONTAINS SMUT, SO 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!! This fic gets really filthy, so please take that into consideration before you interact with this post, thank you!!
Alrighty, get comfy, grab a snack and enjoy!!
If you’d done your math right, you had about a week before your funds ran out. That’s what you always called the money you got from older men. Funds. You weren’t a charity case, but it would also be a bit of a stretch to say you worked hard for your money. Looking pretty, flashing a smile, and providing what the posted ads always referred to as “comfort” wasn’t exactly a hard day’s work.
When you heard the words ‘sugar daddy,’ you thought first of the cavity-inducing, far too chewy suckers from the candy store down the street from where you grew up. It was always the yellow wrapping and bright red letters you pictured, and it wasn’t until you were older that you even learned the other meaning of the phrase. When you did learn what a sugar daddy was, though, you knew immediately that you wanted one–however saccharine and saffron the words tasted on your tongue.
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The Game Part 4 (Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader)
W/C: 2,900-ish Warnings: None that I can think of. Kind of angry and aggressive Rog? Maybe a little angst-y?? Summary: After spontaneously taking a job offer she would have never if she were sober, y/n hits the road with the band. Y/n found herself in a bit of a game with Roger, well that’s how it started anyway, a game, just to see who would give in first, but once feelings get involved things get a little messy…
A/N: I am NOT good at summarizing the story itself is probably much better than the summary.I used Ben as Roger Taylor when writing this, however you are of course free to imagine actual Roger Taylor. Anyway, read and enjoy! This is unedited so please ignore my awful grammar.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
I don’t typically push my way to the front to watch the boys perform, but tonight I felt like it. One thing that was made perfectly clear tonight, was Freddie was right, (shocker there). There’s a lot of sexual tension between Rog and i. I couldn’t sleep with him though, once we crossed that line, there’s no going back, and I don’t think I want to do that.
So instead we would both have to settle with the teasing/prank war that’s been going on since my first day, when Freddie needed a stupid button.
Their show was good, great actually. I stood in the front humming, singing, and dancing along to every single song. Anytime Roger glanced at me I was sure to ruffle my hands in my hair and sway my hips just a little bit more, to which he would reply with a small shake of the head and continued drumming away.
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Dad!Roger Headcanons
THIS IS GARBLED NONSENSE BECAUSE I’M DRUNK, IT’S WAY LONGER THAN I WANTED IT TO BE AND IT CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ONE OF MY FICS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO…
With you being a little bit younger than Roger, he can’t help but feel guilty when you first tell him. Harbouring the news until he gets home from a tour, all he wants is to make up for lost time with you… in bed. But you’re quick to stop him in the heat of the moment. He feels rejected. You argue. And the news comes out. “I’m pregnant!” you blurt, on the verge of tears.
Roger’s demeanour instantly changes. He’s always so quick tempered, but just as quick to soften up. Soon enough, his eyes are looking glassy too, wide with shock as he pulls you close. “And you’re certain?” he asks.
“I don’t know if I want to keep it,” you’d admit. A child was far too much of a burden at your age, but another part of you felt like Roger was perfect for you. You couldn’t imagine anyone else to have by your side, for life.
Roger’s disappointed and wracked with guilt. He feels like he’s ruined your life. But Queen are nearing the end of their ability to tour constantly, and he’s aching for the next big milestone in his life. Kids. Preferably with you. He keeps his thoughts to himself, while you deliberate, but he’s always reminding you that he’s right there if you need him.
You never really decided on what to do. Your pregnancy just got further and further along. Roger was always there. And everything just seemed to fall slowly into place. Before you knew it, you were waddling around the house, wondering how the hell the time had passed so quickly. Roger absolutely loves the way your body keeps changing.
Not just sexually. Roger tends to address your bump directly, reading aloud to it whenever he’s settled on the sofa with a book. He’ll lean over and read entire chapters at a time to the baby.
Neither of you want to know what you’re having. Anytime your doctor asks if you’d like to know, you both end up saying, ‘surprise us!’ in unison.
It’s not until you’re about eight months in that you start talking about names. Realising that you’re only a month away from meeting your new arrival, and that Roger’s been addressing the baby as ‘bump’ for as long as you can remember, you decide to discuss names. Lying together in bed, you decide to broach the subject. Roger has no shortage of suggestions. “What about Crystal. But with a K? Oh no, god forbid she becomes a stripper. Oh! What about… Porsche? Or Ferrari? I think we’re on to something.” “Also very strippery, Roger!”
Of course, when you go to register the birth, you think you’ve agreed on a normal name for your daughter. Maeve Taylor. However, just as you’ve left the registrar’s office, Roger decides to duck back inside, without you realising. “I’ll give you a tenner if you slip Ferrari in there for her middle name. Say nothing to the wife.”
Roger constantly refers to her as Ferrari, and you constantly have to remind him that it’s not her name. Until… he shows you her birth certificate which he’s been expertly hiding for months. “Actually, darling, you’ll see here, it’s one of her names.”
The baby is Roger’s TWIN. When Queen head into the studio, the band think it’s hilarious that she’s wearing a similar outfit to her dad - a jazzy shirt. He’s even gone to the trouble of having tiny baby sized sunglasses made for her. She’s always with Roger. He’s the only person who can get her to fall asleep or keep quiet - she’s a noisy little thing, just like her dad. Plus he secretly hopes that she might pick up a set of sticks and clobber Brian with them at some point.
When him and Freddie get drunk in the studio, they decide to teach Ferrari some important life lessons. Like how to swear. Freddie and Roger prop the one-year-old up on the edge of the mixing desk and start spouting the word, “Fuck.” It’s short enough that she can spit it out, despite her limited vocabulary. “Let’s try one better. What do we say when mummy tries to feed us veggies, Ferrari?” Roger asks. “We say ‘fuck ‘em,’ don’t we darling? Yes! Yes we do!” The little girl claps her hands together, grinning, “fuck ‘em.”
Roger’s bursting with pride at your daughter’s first sentence, even though you’re quick to remind him that it isn’t a complete sentence. Sometimes it feels like you’re trying to wrangle two babies!
When she’s much older, Roger’s still teaching her life skills. How to break a boy’s nose (he reminds her that it should be you teaching her because you were very good at it back in the day - it’s how you two met actually), and which universities are better than others (not fucking dentistry, anything but fucking dentistry? Politics? I specifically called you Ferrari to rule that out!). Also, drinking? He’s totally fine with it - just as long as you do it in the house. Drugs? He’ll definitely kick off about it and willl absolutely threaten to chuck his kids out if they do anything that’ll ‘seriously fuck you up.’
But he does come to blows over driving. He’d insist on teaching her how to drive and get so impatient with her that he makes her cry when she doesn’t get a manoeuvre right. He feels awful. His way of making it up to his daughter? Cooking her favourite dinner - even though you and your other kids hate Roger’s cooking. Maeve’s the only one that can stomach it!
All in all, I think Roger would be the most protective, and proud dad ever. He’d be so laid back in his old age though - I think he’d be really satisfied knowing that he’s raised a really well rounded, intelligent and fun loving family.
This is way longer than I intended - whoops!
The Game Part 5 (Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader
W/C: 3,500-ish, I got carried away. Warnings: Maybe a couple of sexual implications, uh some angst, grump soft Rog. Summary: After spontaneously taking a job offer she would have never if she were sober, y/n hits the road with the band. Y/n found herself in a bit of a game with Roger, well that’s how it started anyway, a game, just to see who would give in first, but once feelings get involved things get a little messy…
A/N: I am NOT good at summarizing the story itself is probably much better than the summary.I used Ben as Roger Taylor when writing this, however you are of course free to imagine actual Roger Taylor. Anyway, read and enjoy!
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Roughly 6 months later
I stood backstage with my hands on my hips. I didn’t know what to do, in fact there was nothing for me to do.
“Y/n!” Roger shouted peaking his head through dressing room door, “I could really use some help.” Finally, I hated just standing around when everyone else was busy.
I nodded before double checking nobody else needed me and going into the dressing room.
“What do you need help with?” I asked closing the door behind me.
“My uh button fell off my pants…” he sighed and opened his hand, sitting in the middle of his palm was a small black button.
“Right cool, no problem.” I went over to small bag that had things that we might need, such as the sewing kit. I grabbed the kit before turning back to him. “Where are the pants?”
A giant smile slid across his face as he motioned to the ones he was wearing.
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Thief
Pairing: Roger Taylor x Female Reader
Summery: Roger wants his shirt back
Warnings: Smut (but nothing especially kinky)
Words: 2327
A/N: Most of this was written between midnight an 2am on my birthday when it was sad lonely bitch hours so it’s self indulgent as heck. Just some soft fluff with a little soft smut at the end.
(the shirt in question, i love it so much)
Taglist: @idontbelievethiss
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Game Over Part 1 (Roger Taylor x Reader)
W/C: 3,600 - ish Warnings: Cheating, cursing SMUT. ANGST Summary: An OPTIONAL angsty second part spin-off to The Game! If you didn’t read it, I highly suggest reading it before attempting to read this. I will attach links for it, as well as a link to my masterlist! Enjoy!
A/N: I imagined Ben as Roger Taylor when writing this, however you are of course free to imagine actual Roger Taylor. Anyway, read and enjoy!
The Game:
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7*, Part 8*.
Masterlist
Tonight was not all that different from any other party at Freddie’s house. The drinking the dancing, midgets, people nearly 8 feet tall, acrobats, basically if they were a little different from your standard human being Freddie invited them.
Roger sat with his arm draped coolly around my shoulder. I giggled every time Brian or John took a dig at him. It was all in good fun.
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Dancer || Part Two
Edit: this didn’t post in the tags so if you could help spread the word I’d love you sm 💗
Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader
Rating: E (18+)
Warnings: innuendo, language, masturbation (m&f)
Word Count: 6.8k
A/N: sorry this took so long!! i hope you like it, and if you want to talk abt what happened / what you think is gonna happen next, send me some asks lol! I have a math review to do (that i put off to finish this) so it’ll be fun to read while i work!
As always, reblogs/feedback are appreciated so, so much!!
Week Two, Lesson Three
“There she is, the shining star of the White Velvet!” Roger says through cupped hands as you walk through the door.
A grin creeps onto your lips as you roll your eyes, flipping him off before dropping your bags by the door. “Not in a practicing mood, are we?” You give a flippant gesture to his impractical outfit. “Because I know you remember what I said about the denim, Rog.”
He grabs a mug of coffee and shrugs. “I remember you saying that my jeans are pretty,” He says smugly. You shake your head and hop onto a barstool. “How’ve you been, love? Give any memorable lap dances?”
You think for a moment, bringing your finger to your lips before it hits you. “You know what, I did give his one,” you admit. “Young guy, quite handsome.” There’s a tick in his jaw as he tries to keep from saying something stupid. “Honestly, it’s the fastest I’ve ever made someone get hard.” You pause and put a hand on his arm. “But you should know that Rog, because you were there.”
A forced laugh escapes his lip before he occupies himself drinking coffee, obviously trying to fight the blush on his cheeks. “Well, you know, you were clearly doing your best work, so you should be flattered.”
It’s your turn to laugh, which makes his face go even redder. “If you think that’s my best work, you really don’t have a chance in hell at keeping up with me, in any way, shape, or form.” He grumbles something in response, but you can’t make it out.
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She Was Mine First (Roger Taylor X Reader)
PAIRING: Roger Taylor X Reader WORDCOUNT: 4,264 WARNINGS: Just Fluff SUMMARY: The band’s assistant has been a close friend of theirs for years. To Roger, she’s been more than just a friend. Will she ever allow herself to be something more with Roger Taylor?
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Every time I see this I just have to reblog!!! 😭
Forbidden (Roger x F!Reader)
Summary: Asking your mother if you could meet your biological father didn’t seem like such a bad idea at first…until he turned out to be Brian May. Rock legend, activist, astrophysicist…best friend and bandmate of your celebrity crush.
Words: 10k
Warnings: SMUT! drinking, bit taboo stuff, age gap (23 years), degradation, humiliation, daddy kink, semi-public sex, thigh riding, oral (m and f), throat fucking, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight exhibition
A/N: Freddie lives in this au bc im too sad to write an au where he doesnt. also even im a lil embarrassed to have written this so please validate me sdjflksdjfl
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