I think the winner is the one with a female protagonist, who describes the man’s penis as ‘small, sticky, and amusing’ before stating, as though we were confused, that ‘This is sex.’
Then again, are there really any winners here?
Oh you mean it’s not the one that compares the womans vagina to an “enameled pepper mill”?
That one was a close contender, if for no other reason than that it contains the phrase ‘vaginal ratchet,’ but the closing line of ‘This is sex’ just… when read with a voice full of ennui, really captures how I feel about the entire passage.
IDK i’m kind of a fan of the guy who somehow went into orbit over another planet because he sucked a tiddy
A paraphrase: “As I suck this tiddy, I harken back to the days when I sucked my mom’s tiddy and that in no way makes this weird.”
AN: This one was a request! I hate to admit how much I love writing angst, and hopefully this lives up to the expectation. Let me know what you think!
Warning: Angst, injury, mentions of being sick
Request: I love love loovveee you’re writing I am currently obsessed with your current Roger Taylor fic oh my gosh. I was wondering if I could request a little angsty one-shot with him?? Maybe the band is on tour and the reader broke up with him but he hears that they got hurt and he flew back to see them or something idek I just love angst oof.
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Realistically, it had been a long time coming. The months apart, the constant rumors, and the hurried phone calls had become too much for you to bear. You loved him, of course you loved him. But after the recent string of events, you just couldn’t handle it anymore.
He had been on tour for about two weeks now, and in that time, he had only managed to call you a handful of times. Every time you picked up the phone, you could hear a raging party in the background, and you could always tell that he had been drinking. He was having the time of his life, he would tell you, and you would try to find it in yourself to be happy for him. He was out living his dream. However, it wasn’t fair to you to be stuck waiting for him to come back to you.
John, who called you almost every day, tried to convince you that Roger was being faithful. He swore up and down that he never once allowed a girl to go farther than hug him, but the news seemed to become more and more convincing. There wasn’t a single picture that he was in where he wasn’t surrounded by beautiful women. You weren’t the most secure person in the first place, and the jealousy just made everything worse.
You knew that he should be calling any minute. It was early for you, but you knew with the time difference that it would be late for him. You had asked John earlier in the day to make sure that he called. You had something important you needed to talk to him about. You tapped your foot nervously against the wood floor, and almost jumped out of your skin when the phone finally rang. You felt like your stomach was in your throat as you picked up the receiver to answer.
“Hello?”
“Hello, love!” His voice was loud, but you could still barely make it out over all the background noise. He was at another after party. You sighed as you twirled the phone cord around your finger absentmindedly.
“How are you?” You asked quietly. You wanted to skip the small talk, but it didn’t seem fair to start the conversation with all your emotions.
“I’m fantastic! The show was amazing, and this party is ridiculous. But John said that you needed to talk to me about something.”
You could hear a girl scream in the background and Roger laughed. Your mood plummeted further. He sounded so happy, and you knew that what you were going to tell him was most likely going to ruin his night.
“I did. Roger, listen. I don’t think that I can do this anymore.”
You could feel the tears building in the silence that followed. There was still the loud party in the background, but Roger didn’t say anything. You weren’t sure that he had even heard you until you heard some shuffling and suddenly the noise got a little bit quieter.
“What… what do you mean?” His voice was much quieter, and you had to swallow the lump in your throat before you could speak again.
“I don’t think I can be in this relationship anymore.”
More silence. A tear slipped down your cheek and you tried to hold back the sob that was building in your throat. You didn’t want to do this, but you had to think about yourself for once. You weren’t happy anymore, and you couldn’t deal with the constant uncertainty as to whether Roger was going to come back to you.
“Please, don’t do this. I love you, YN. I haven’t done anything with anyone else, I swear-“
“It’s not just about that, Roger.” You interrupted, unable to listen to his pleas. “I didn’t want to do this over the phone, but I thought it was best that I do it sooner rather than later. I’m so sorry.”
You were choking on air now, trying to breathe through the sobs that were now wracking your body. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle the sound. You could hear a sniffle from the other end, and the sound caused a new wave of tears to form.
“YN…”
“Goodbye Roger.”
You quickly hung up, not wanting to hear what else he had to say. You continued to cry for what felt like hours afterward. It wasn’t fair. You wanted to be with him, but the way that you were now was not what you needed. You needed stability. You needed comfort. And when he was far away on tour, he could give you neither of those things.
It wasn’t long before it was time for you to start getting ready for work. You welcomed the distraction, and hoped that you were busy so that you wouldn’t have time to think about your broken heart. You slipped on your work clothes, and avoided the side of the closet where Roger had been keeping some of his things. You continued your regular morning routine and when it came time to leave, you grabbed your keys off the kitchen counter.
Your office was only a few blocks away, but with the rain you decided you would drive rather than walk. You climbed into your car, and almost as soon as you were buckled inside, the rain started coming down even harder. You couldn’t help but think that it was like the sky knew exactly how you were feeling. Slowly, you pulled away from the curb and started on your short journey. It was difficult to see, but knowing London, you were fairly used to it.
You had no sooner started across the intersection down the street from your house when you saw the headlights. You didn’t have time to react before there was the deafening sound of metal hitting metal, and everything went black.
x.x.x.x.x
It was early morning when the hotel phone started to ring. Roger was sharing a room with John, and groaned at the noise as it roused him from his slumber. His head was pounding and his body ached. He couldn’t remember what had happened earlier in the night or how he had gotten here, but he could remember the conversation. His head seemed to pound even harder at the memory.
The phone started ringing again, and Roger reached over and hit John against his back.
“Would ya’ answer it ‘lready?” he whined, his voice still slurring slightly. John mumbled something that Roger couldn’t make out, but leaned over to the table next to his side of the bed and picked up the phone. Almost immediately John shot up and out of the bed, startling Roger completely awake.
“Is she okay?”
Roger’s eyes snapped to his friend and his heart started racing. She who?
“Okay… okay… yes… thank you.” And then John hung up the phone. For a few moments, he just stared at the phone, wide eyed, as if it had just bitten him.
“Who was that?” Roger asked, his voice still hoarse from sleep and dehydration. John’s eyes slowly panned over to him.
“YN was in an accident. She’s in the hospital.”
It was Roger’s turn to jump out of bed, the room instantly tilting and his stomach lurching. He propelled his arms forward to steady himself against the bed as his hungover brain tried to process what was happening.
“Is she okay?” Roger mimicked the question that John had asked the person on the phone just moments before.
“They don’t know. It was pretty bad. They’re taking her into surgery now.”
The nausea he had been feeling before intensified and he quickly ran to the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if it was caused by the mass amount of alcohol or the news, or a culmination of both. He sunk to the bathroom floor, his head in his hands, as tears built behind his eyes. She was hurt and he was over 3,000 miles away. She needed him and he wasn’t there. Roger had never felt worse.
After several moments of sitting on the bathroom floor, wallowing in his own sadness, Roger finally pulled himself up and made his way back into the other room. John was pacing the floor, hand over his mouth, mumbling quietly to himself. Knowing that he couldn’t sit in the hotel room any longer, Roger walked over to his suitcase and started throwing all his things inside of it.
“Where are you going?” Deacy asked as he stopped pacing and turned to his friend.
“The airport. She needs me.”
His brain was still lagging slightly, but the more he thought about it, the clearer his thoughts became. He had to go back to London. No concert was more important than she was. Deacy didn’t protest or try and stop him, because he knew there would be no point. He would let Brian and Freddie know, and they would deal with their show that night in the best way possible. He would have even gone with him, but he knew that this was a trip that he needed to make on his own.
“Good luck, mate. Let her know that we’re thinking of her when you see her.”
Roger gave him a curt nod, and walked over to call for a cab. Surprisingly, even at 4 in the morning, it didn’t take long for his ride to arrive and then he was gone. He could only hope that he could get a flight back quickly.
x.x.x.x.x
It was quiet except for the sound of a faint beeping. You groaned as you tried to roll over away from the light that was shining in your eyes, but you felt a tug on the inside of your arm that prevented you from moving. Slowly, you opened your eyes and at first your eyes couldn’t focus. You could make out faint shapes, but it didn’t take you long to realize that you weren’t at home. The scene started to become a little clearer the more you blinked, and finally you could make out that you were in a hospital room. What happened?
Your eyes flickered down to where the tugging had come from and you could see an I.V. sticking out of your arm. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you tried to remember what happened. A sharp pain filled your right side and when you looked over, you couldn’t stop the gasp that fell from your lips. The skin of your arm was a mixture of dark purple and reds and it was carefully propped up on a pillow. You tried to move it, but let out a whimper at the pain that shot through it.
“Try not to move too much, sweetheart.”
Your heart jumped at the sound of his voice, and slowly your eyes fell on him. He was sitting in a chair on the right side of the bed up near your head. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked beyond exhausted. His blond hair was a mess, looking as if he had run his hands through it repeatedly, pushing it all in different directions.
“Roger? What are you doing here?” You winced again at the pain that spread through your chest when you spoke. His eyes filled with worry as he watched you struggle.
“As soon as I heard you were in an accident, I got on the first plane that I could.”
An accident? The memory slowly started to come back to you. The rain. The stop sign. The headlights.
“What about the band?”
Roger shook his head, and you watched as his hand hesitated over yours. He wanted to touch you, to hold your hand and provide some form of comfort, but he didn’t want to hurt you.
“The band will be fine without me for a couple of days. This was more important.”
Your heart swelled. He was here, now, with you and even though you were in excruciating pain, you couldn’t help but smile. Roger gave you a small smile in return, and leaned over the railings of the bed next to your head. He gently brushed the hair away from your forehead and pressed a small kiss against it.
“You gave us all quite a scare, love. Freddie, Brian and John send their love.”
He didn’t move to sit down, but instead continued to push little hairs away from your face and traced the skin along your jawline. You sighed into the touch and closed your eyes.
“I’m really sorry, Roger.” You whispered. You could feel the pain medication kicking in again and you started to drift out of consciousness.
“Shh… don’t worry about that right now. Just get some rest.”
You nodded, and within seconds you were asleep again with thoughts of the blond drummer running through your mind.
Hey! I was wondering if you could do a fic w brian x reader? Maybe something along the lines of them finally realizing that they’re in love w each other but neither of them can get it out bc they’re nervous? Just something fluffy and sweet but if you want it could turn smutty at the end (idk your request guidelines so it’s all up to you). Thank you so much!!
May I request a Brian x reader in which the reader teases him in various ways all day until he just can’t take it anymore ;D
Word Count: 1733 Words
A/N: So I decided to combine the two requests because I felt if I wrote them separate they would be very similar. I hope you enjoy them and thank you for sending them in! Keep the requests coming! 😀
It all started with a touch. It wasn’t a huge touch, but it was just enough. It all started when you were hanging out at Freddie’s place with the band. Freddie had invited you over because he wanted your opinion on a song that they were starting to write. You listened to them sing, but you never took your eyes off Brian. There was something about him, that mesmerized you, especially when he was playing the guitar. The look of concentration on his face, the way his fingers glided over the strings.
When the boys finished, you couldn’t help but clap. You were sitting next to Brian on the couch, with the other three sitting opposite you. They had just given you an acapella version of the song, with Brian playing the guitar. Your hand found Brian’s shoulder as you talked, telling them how great it was. Brian’s eye darted to your hand, and he could feel his heart beat rise. It didn’t get any easier from there.
“Hey Roger, Freddie wants us to do the drum section again.” you said through the microphone in the studio. Roger was recording his drum solo for the band’s new song Bohemian Rhapsody. You had been asked to assist the boys in recording. You had been here for a couple of weeks and even though being in the recording studio with the boys was fun, when they weren’t recording, you were bored out of your mind.
“Again? Alright play the track again.” Roger said, sounding a little fed up. You all had been locked in the studio all day, and even though Paul was bringing you all food during the day, everyone’s tensions was high. Roger felt like he was on the verge of throwing his drumsticks at someone’s head. John was having a nap on the couch, and Brian was adjusting the cords on his guitar. You pushed the playback button and sat back in your seat, running your hands through your hair.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” you said as you rubbed your face in your hands. You were tired. You had been up half the night with Freddie, listening to all the playbacks that had been recording the day before. The rosters had woken you up early, and you had not been able to go back to sleep.
“You OK?” you heard someone say, and you turned around and saw Brian looking at you. You nodded, letting out a small yawn. Brian let out a small chuckle. He could clearly see you were tired, and even though you didn’t want to admit it, but Brian could see right through you. You looked at Brian and could see the concerned look.
“Bri, I am fine. I can make it through another couple of hours of listening to Roger bang the drums. It’s keeping me awake.” you explained, as you reached out and placed your hand on top of his. There it was again. A single touch. Brian looked down at your hands and once again, Brian’s heart started racing again. You gave Brian a small tired smile and turned back to watch Roger on the drums.
You had been so tired that night that you had slept in. The boys were sitting in the kitchen, eating their breakfast when John noticed that you were missing. Normally you were the first one awake and already in the kitchen, making everyone breakfast. When Brian walked in and saw you weren’t there, he was a little disappointed.
“Do you think we should save Y/N some breakfast?” John asked as he started to fill the sink up with water, getting ready to wash the breakfast dishes. They had cooked enough so that there were some left for you and a plate of food was sitting on a plate for you. It was almost 10am and you still hadn’t shown up.
“I might go wake her. We have to be in the studio soon and we’ll probably need her.” Brian said as he quickly stood up. All three of the boys looked at Brian but watched as he left the room. Brian headed upstairs and placed his ear to your bedroom door. He couldn’t exactly hear anything. He lightly knocked on the bedroom door and didn’t hear anything.
“Brian?” you said from behind him. Brian quickly turned around, pressing his back to the door. He looked at you and quickly looked away. You had just come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your body, your wet hair dripping down your left shoulder. You had been up for a good half hour, but had decided to take a long shower, needing to destress.
“Hey. We were just wondering if you wanted breakfast or not. We saved you some.” Brian said as you walked past him, opening your bedroom door. You looked up at him before walking in. Brian noticed that you were standing really close to him, your bodies almost touching. He could feel the heat from your body and he realized that he was starting to get hot.
“You guys are too sweet to me.” you said as you pushed past him and walked into the bedroom. Brian watched as you walked and his eyes trailed down your back and to your legs, which were glistening with wetness. Brian needed to get out of there before he did something he would regret.
“Good, so I’ll uh, see you down there.” Brian said and without waiting for a response from you, he turned around and walked away. You quickly turned around, wanting to say something, but he had already disappeared. You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. You were hardly ever alone with Brian, and wanted to tell him how you felt, but you didn’t know exactly how to do it.
Brian couldn’t stop thinking about you as he walked down the stairs. The way you came out of the bathroom in just in a towel. The way the water glistened off your body. His heart was racing, and he didn’t like this feeling. He just needed to tell you how he felt otherwise he might lose his mind. As Brian walked into the kitchen, still thinking about you, John was the only there. John glanced up and saw that there was a thoughtful look on Brian’s face.
“You OK Bri?” John asked as he finished up washing the dishes. Brian came out of his train of thoughts, only just noticing that John was standing there. Brian sighed as he ran his hand through his hair and sat down at the counter. “Is Y/N coming down for breakfast?” John asked as he placed your breakfast in the microwave.
“Yeah she is. She was in the shower.” Brian explained, as he ran his hand over his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about you in the towel and he couldn’t help but wonder what you looked like underneath. “I don’t know what to do.” Brian whispered, forgetting that John could hear him. Brian let out a frustrated groan as he looked up at John. John could only guess what was going on with Brian.
“Did you see her naked?” John asked, leaning in close to his friend. Brian quickly sat up and shook his head. John couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as he sat up straight. “You like her, and she likes you.” John said, more stating and not questioning. Brian looked up at John. He didn’t think his crush on you had been so obvious but it must have been.
“Not exactly. She was in a towel but I just wanted to-” Brian said, not exactly wanting to finish his sentence. John shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Maybe you just need to tell her how you feel. I mean, something good might come out of it.” John explained. Brian nodded as he sat back in his seat and thought about it for a moment. He was afraid of what would happen if he told you. You both had a great working relationship and you probably got on better with him than all the others. Brian didn’t want to ruin that.
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Again, it was a late night for all of you. Freddie wanted to keep going and it was almost midnight before you all went to bed. Freddie had decided to keep going a little bit longer, so it was just you and Brian walking up the stairs. As you walked with him up the stairs, you couldn’t help but keep glancing up at him. You wanted to talk to him, you wanted to get your feelings out in the open, but you couldn’t exactly get your words out.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” Brian said when the two of you finally reached the top of the stairs. Your room was opposite his. You looked up at him, not wanting to say goodnight to him just yet. That morning when he saw you in the towel, you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. You both stood there, looking at each other, not wanting to leave. You stepped forwards like your feet were in control of yourself. You stood on tip toe, as Brian was a lot taller than you and softly kissed his lips. Brian was surprised at this sudden gesture.
Without any warning, Brian quickly grabbed you around the waist and lifted you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He carried you into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. You ran your hands through Brian’s hair as he carried you over to the bed and gently laid you down.
“Brian wait.” you said as you stopped kiss him. Brian stopped, looking into your eyes. You reached up and ran your thumb over his cheek, a small smile playing on your lips. “I’ve been wanting this for a while.” you whispered and with that you pulled him closer and started kissing him once more. Brian could feel his heart racing, and he had been wanting this for a long time as well. The way you talked to him, the way you touched him, even the little touches, it drove him crazy. He just wanted it to be the two of you against the world.
Author’s Note: Another part? Maybe? Probably? If you like it?
I groaned to myself as I flung the pillow that was once over my head across my bedroom and against the wall I shared with my neighbor. He seemed to have no regard for the fact that other people lived in this apartment building and was up at all hours on his drum set.
It was 4:30 am, and I had to be up in three hours to go to work. It was the last straw. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and rested my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands. Another groan escaped my lips as I stood up, wrapping my blanket around my shoulders. I yanked my front door open and stomped over next door. My other neighbor, Charlotte, was on the same page. She’s a 97-year-old woman who invited me in for dinner every once in a while. One of the sweetest women I had ever met, yet she had fire in her eyes as she stepped out into the hallway.
“I got it, Charlotte,” I told her, shooing her back into her apartment.
She muttered something to herself about an entitled asshole before slamming her door shut.
I pounded on the door with both fists, but it was to no avail.
“Hey! Asshole! Hey! Open the fucking door!” I screamed, continuing to hit the door.
Nothing.
“I swear to fucking god,” I muttered to myself before taking the bold move to reach for the handle on the door. To my surprise, it was unlocked. I swung the door open hard enough for the handle to hit the door behind it. The culprit was sitting behind his drum kit, a cigarette hanging from his lips with several empty beer bottles on the surrounding floor. Despite the fact that I had just broken into his apartment, he was still playing.
Since shouting hadn’t worked before, I reached for the light switch, turning it off an on a couple times.
“What the bloody hell!?” He exclaimed as his gaze finally met mine.
“You’re asking me that?” I hollered, “It’s 4 in the fucking morning, mate! What the fuck are you doing?”
“Is it?” He asked himself, glancing at the clock, “Christ, sorry. Must’ve lost track of time.”
“Our neighbor is 97 fucking years old, you’re gonna give her a heart attack and I’ve got to be up in 3 fucking hours so I’d appreciate it if you quit until then,” I growled, grabbing the door and slamming it behind me as I stepped out into the hallway.
I trudged back into bed, falling asleep once more as soon as I hit the mattress. I awoke again at 7:30 to the sound of my alarm clock. I swung wildly at my nightstand until I hit the snooze button. 8:30 rolled around, the sound of drums now continuing in the apartment next door. I silently thanked my noisy neighbor, if he hadn’t started playing again, I would’ve been late for work. I cursed to myself as I sprung out of bed and fumbled trying to get on the dress I had draped over my chair the night before. I slipped on my boots and staggered towards my front door, nearly tripping over the cup that was sitting on my doormat. I squinted, leaning down to pick it up along with a note scribbled on a paper napkin that was tucked under it.
“Sorry for last night. Maybe this will wake you up. -Roger”
It was from the cafe across the road from the apartment complex. They marked the cup as a coffee with one cream and two sugars. Not exactly the way I would normally take it, but I scooped it up anyway, taking a sip as I scrambled to the elevator. I recoiled after taking a sip, finding it was cold. He must’ve put it there a while ago.
A/N: hey sweet babies, im baaaaack with a little ben!rog fic full of all the angst xo love you, my babies ❤
so yeah, I just finished writing this and I kinda hate it, im so sorry eek
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“So, how often do you come here?” The brunette man shouted over the sound of Smile playing onstage.
“Oh, every weekend, almost.” You replied, trying to be polite but secretly hoping this man would just leave you alone.
“You’re not one of those groupies for the band, are you?” The man laughed, but the comment stung.
“No.” You replied flatly, glaring up at him. His face fell, realising he had offended you, and he became a blubbering mess trying to cover his tracks.
“I’m so- look, I didn’t mean anything by it, I swear-”
“It’s fine.” You huff, directing your attention back to your boyfriend and his three best friends performing a cover of one of their favourite songs, much to the crowd’s delight.
Request: I was wondering if you could do a jealous Brian fluff
Request: Could I request something where Brian likes the reader but Roger keeps coming onto her and giving her all the Roger Taylor charm (cause he will hit on anything in a skirt) but the reader is just like lol ok Rog. Brian however is incensed by it and it constantly being like ugh Roger go record, try to keep it in your pants, gross. And Brian x reader in the end! Thank you ❤❤
A/N: They seemed similar enough to combine. I did change it a bit, so I hope that’s okay. PLUS THERE’S SMUT!
Brian used to love when Y/N come out with him and the boys. It always meant adventure. But lately, it had been a bit more than he could handle. The guitarist had developed quite the crush and he felt like he was watching an her slip from his fingers.
He couldn’t blame Roger, well maybe a little. It wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose.
The bar was crowded, as always, but the four boys made it up to order drinks while Y/N made her way to the bathroom. He felt a little tightness in his chest, having decided earlier that he was gonna tell her. Tonight, all the cards would be on the table.
When Y/N made her way towards the bar, Brian felt his heart start to beat faster.
“You’re drooling.” He heard Freddie tease.
Brian just flipped him off and made his was towards her. But his heart sank when he saw Roger get to her first. Her hand rested on his arm as he leaned in to tell her something and handed her a drink. She smiled at whatever he said and bit her lip. Roger’s hand traveled to her waist and pulled her close.
He was putting on a show. Like he wanted everyone to see what he had. Roger’s hand then slid to her lower back and led her out of the crowded bar area.
When they disappeared, Brian was livid. Roger knew how he felt, he must have. It wasn’t like he was subtle with how much he cared about Y/N. He was always inviting her out, always gushing, always stayed close to her. Of course, when the boys teased him about it, he would insist-
I only do it because I care about her
She’s my best friend, I do the same for all of you
It was a lie though. It was different, his feelings for the boys and his feelings for Y/N… well except Freddie that one night but that was something they’d agreed to never bring up or discuss.
Brian couldn’t take it. He had to know what was going on. So going beyond his better judgement, he followed the two- as discreetly as he possibly could. Out of the main bar area, through the hallway, and outside. When he got to the door outside, it instantly swung back open and he was face to face with Y/N.
She beamed at him, “Hey you. Where have you been?”
This girl had a way of melting him into a puddle, “Around. Do you wanna get a drink?”
But she held up the one in her hand. He offered out a deflated acknowledgement.
“Have you seen Roger?” He had no idea why he asked.
Y/N just shrugged, “Outside. Probably has his tongue down some girl’s throat.”
He looked at her and saw she was smirking.
“Do you need him for something?”
He shook his head. She had this knowing look on her face. Brian gulped, hoping she was just messing with him but he honestly couldn’t tell anymore. Y/N was so good at messing with him, with all of them.
“There’s this girl he likes to wind up. Apparently, she fucks better when she’s pissed at him.”
Brian chuckled. He nearly froze when she moved closer to him and pressed her body against his.
“And ya know… now that I know that, I’m curious.”
His eyebrows raised, “About what?”
“Do people fuck better when they’re jealous?”
This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. One of the things Brian loved about Y/N was how bold she was but never did he think that something like this would happen. Never did he think that-
Thoughts were cute off when he felt her move his arms to wrap around her, his hands sliding her ass.
He had to match her, “Do you wanna go find out?”
She nodded and kissed him.
Brian grabbed her hand and led her to the single bathroom. There was a line but he pushed his way through and pulled Y/N in with him, locking the door behind him. There were people yelling at them and pounding on the door, but neither of them paid them any mind. Nothing was going to stop this from happening.
Y/N peeled off her top and pulled Brian to her to kiss him. He pushed her against the wall and unbuttoned her shorts to pull them down. He went for her panties next but found none there.
“No panties? Dirty girl.”
She giggled and pulled his lips back against her, tangling her hands in his wild curls. She wanted this and she wanted this now. An excited squeal escaped her lips as he lift her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Brian then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
He gave it a few tugs before lining it up at Y/N’s entrance and pushing into her. She let out a rather loud moan.
“That’s right, princess, let them know how good I make you feel.”
She was against the wall, moaning as he fucked her. It felt so good, better than she ever imagined it being. Y/N had been into Brian pretty much since the met and when Roger let slip that he was just as into her as she was him, she started planning ways of how to get him.
His lips sucked at her neck, which drove Y/N even crazier. All she could focus on was how good he was making her feel.
Her breaths became heavier and her moans became whines as she got closer. He picked up his speed.
“Bri- I-”
“Cum baby, cum on my cock.”
She let out a scream of pleasure as he thrusted into her one last time. They stood there a moment before Brian pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants. Y/N had slid to the floor, her legs needing a moment before they could hold her up again.
Brian picked up the discarded clothes and helped Y/N to her feet. He keeled down and told her to step into the shorts before standing.
“Arms up.”
Y/N lifted her arms and Brian got her shirt back on her and kissed her forehead. She smiled and leaned against him.
Christmas Eve when they’re at the studio, they all agree to leave early to spend time with their family during the evening instead of being miserable at the studio. So you’re at home by yourself, thinking that he’s going to be so much later because that’s what he told you this morning. ‘Unsure of when I’ll be home, but late’, before giving you a kiss to the lips and heading out the door.
You had done all the last minute things before spending a quiet Christmas morning with your love, and then a party at Freddie’s during the evening. You’d washed the sheets on the bed and all the blankets so you could snuggle and hold each other in the morning without any sort of rush, wrapped up all of his presents which were sitting nicely under the tree in the corner of the living room, and now you were mindlessly dancing around the kitchen, a bowl in your hands as you stirred the batter for cookies. One of Roger’s black button-ups was draped over your shoulders, buttoned three times in the middle to give a teasing glance at your bare skin, a simple pair of black panties and fuzzy socks. You were comfortable humming and skidding around the kitchen to Christmas songs coming from the vinyl player. The cookies would be done hopefully right before your boyfriend came home, so things were good. So good, you thought to yourself, resting the bowl onto the counter.
Roger pushed the door open to the flat, the intense domestic nature of what you were doing hitting his senses right away as he heard the music and saw the lights on in the living room. He made note to shut the door gently so you didn’t hear him before pattering his way towards the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks in the doorway and leaned against it while watching you.
“Santa baby,” You sang along to the music into the spoon with your eyes shut. Roger lifted his hand up to cover his mouth. “Slip a sable under the tree, for me~. Been an awful good girl.” You made that sound more sultry than it needed, nearly theatrical in its presentation for you thought you were still alone. With an arm in the air, you turned and leaned back against the counter in a more sensual pose, “Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.” You slipped onto your knees in a silly way, but to you, it was more about the heat of the moment. You were having fun. And Roger was more than thrilled to watch you act this way. It was a gift upon itself.
“Wow, you look hot, babe.” Roger finally peeped up when you threw your head back to expose your neck and more of your chest as you followed the beat. “Kind of wish you were doin’ this for me, though.”
“Oh my god, Rog!” You screeched, sitting back and holding your make-shift microphone spoon close to your chest. “What the…” You glanced at the clock. 3 PM. “What are you doing home? I wasn’t expecting you until later! Well, later than bloody 3!”
It was his turn to drop to his knees in front of you, crawling rather seductively towards you. He still had his fur jacket on, still had his shoes on and he was also wearing a very dark smirk that you couldn’t put a meaning to. Well, you could, but you found yourself derailed at the fact that you could peer into his shirt and see the pale skin waiting to be touched by you later this evening. “We figured we’d leave early today. No sense in jolting around a studio when we all want to be at home, enjoying the holiday.” You gazed at him hesitantly as he grasped your legs and pulled you towards him slowly. You slipped across the wooden floor with ease, your breath hitching as you were now mere centimeters away from a kiss. Roger smiled cheekily, grabbing the spoon out of your hand and tossing it carelessly onto the counter. His blue eyes were darker than they usually were, dilated as he gazed down at you longingly. You were like a little present, waiting for him to unwrap you one piece of clothing at a time.
The song was still playing in the background, now just a noise as all you were paying attention to was Roger. “I didn’t think we were actually going to open presents until tomorrow, but you,” He uttered, “but I just can’t help myself.”
“Roger, I need to finish the coo… oh…” You moaned out lightly as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck before daringly baring his teeth there and scraping them along your sensitive skin. “alright, you win.”
And with that, your lover gave you one flashy smile before diving in for another open-mouth kiss as the song came to a gentle close, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his waiting lap as he fell back into a seated position on the kitchen floor.
( A/N: These drabbles are completely separate, not taking place in the same fic. Basically how all of the boys would go around teaching you if you were their significant other! Thanks! )
Title: Instrumental Solo. Pairing(s): Brian May x Reader, Roger Taylor x Reader, John Deacon x Reader. Words: 1,950. ( 3 Separate Drabbles ). Rating: T ( Mild mentions of Sex, language. )
Brian May:
Brian felt like hours had passed by but when he looked at the clock next to the bed, he noticed it had only been… Half of an hour. Not even that. Only… 28 minutes. Rolling his shoulders, he sat down in front of you in a chair that was brought in from the kitchen. A lot of Brian’s appeal compared to other men was his height, the bounce of his hair and his effortless attempt to look as good as possible, doing the most simple thing like trying to teach you how to play a guitar. Your fingers slipped over the frets of the guitar sitting in your lap as you looked up at Brian, a rather irked expression riddling over his features as you mimicked the sound of a guitar rather than actually playing it. Whether the expression was true to what he was feeling or if it were faux, you had no idea, but… He had spent the last half hour trying to teach you the C-Chord, but to little avail so perhaps his patience was running a tad bit thin at this point. “You need to focus, love.” He said to you and positioned his long fingers. “Like this, and then…” He strummed, letting the vibrations sink into the air in a rather pretty way. You had always seen the way that Brian played the guitar as extension of himself. The way he strummed, plucked notes, and let his fingers do the talking was another part of his personality that you adored. It was hard not to look at him with crazed love running in your eyes.
“I’m plenty focused.” You uttered under your breath and glanced down at the guitar strings and then at your hands which were awkwardly pressed to the frets. Brian pressed his lips together, raising his eyebrows and within seconds he was standing, resting his guitar down on the side of the bed and grasped your fingers.
“You’re too tense. You need to relax and trust your fingers to move the way you want them to love. Otherwise, you’re going to overthink it.” He bent down so he was crouching right in front of you. The smile on his face made you melt. He often fluctuated between annoyance and adoration, and that was very apparent today. Readjusting your fingers, his smile grew a small bit around the corners, “Like that, and now… Strum.”
You did as your love suggested, strumming the guitar lightly as if doing it too hard would hurt yourself. Music. You played music. You grinned, bouncing a bit in your spot as you looked down at Brian with pure happiness riding along your cheeks. “I did it!”
“See what a little focus can do?”
You rolled your eyes as he leaned in and pressed a hot kiss to your lips, lingering there for a few seconds longer than needed as a coy smirk hit his mouth. It started rather subtly around the corner of his lips before turning into a full-faced, cocky and rather appealing look. “Can’t we take a little break? My fingers hurt.”
“Oh, my poor baby.” He murmured sarcastically, letting his hand release from yours on the guitar to cup the side of your face. “No breaks until you get the C-Chord absolutely perfect.”
“You’re such a mean, unfair teacher.”
“Hm,” Brian laughed and pressed one more kiss to your cheek before standing up. “That’s what makes me so good.”
“You’re not that good.” You cooed, knowing fully well that your words were nothing more than a fib.
“Oh babes, I’m the best you’re ever going to have.”
“I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing anymore.” You chuckled.
Roger Taylor:
Every move that Roger produced you could feel. It tingled at the base of your spine before shivering downwards to sit very soothingly in your tailbone, his strong arms wrapped around you seeing as you were sitting in his lap while watching him play drums. Every so often you’d feel his breath on the back of his neck, pausing the moments he’d hit the snare of his drums before resuming after intense anticipation. The amount of focus and attention was astounding to even people just glancing and even more mind blowing for you were experiencing from his very spot. They were bigger than you had thought, but then again, you rarely ever spent time around his drums this close up. Shiny and perfectly set up within range for his outstretched arms to tap a beat. “Can I try?” You finally asked, half aware that you had actually said that out loud despite it being an idea inside of your mind. Roger was very peculiar about who touched his drums because he had them set up for himself, no one else; you knew that but still asked your boyfriend. “Can you teach me how to play something?”
“You’d rather bang the drums than me?” The playful pout in his voice was very evident though you didn’t get a clear vision of his expression. You laughed, dipping a hand between your legs so you could grab his thigh and adjust yourself in his lap a small bit to face the drums more vividly. “Here, baby girl.” He said, holding his drum sticks out for you to grasp hold of, pressing his chin onto your shoulder so he could peer down at what you were doing. “Be careful though. We don’t need any broken pieces.”
You smiled cheekily, grabbing the drumsticks in a rather teasing fashion before holding one in each hand. “I would never.”
Roger rolled his eyes teasingly and whispered into your ear, “So, you know the snare?”
“This?” You tapped the sharp instrument strapped to your right.
“Yes, that.” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before murmuring, “Just tap a beat there. One and two and three and four. Slow.” You did as he said, following his words to build a beat. “Perfect, babe. Now go a little faster.” You did. “And with the other hand,” He let his fingers graze against your arm before stretching it out for you and pressing it to tom-tom style drum to the left. He lifted and pushed your arm back down, shadowing the beat of your right hand. “Just like that. Now with your right hand, speed up. One, two, three, four and with your left keep it one and two and three and four.”
“I have no idea how you do this on a daily basis.” You chuckled, trying to do what he was suggesting before dropping a stick. “Oh fuck.”
“Years and years of practice.” He laughed, watching you bend down in his lap to grab the lost drumstick. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he held you tightly so you didn’t go stumbling face first into the bass drum, like he had done a couple time with drunk or high. He would happily admit that this was a position he favored more than he thought he would. “Maybe you’re just not suited for the drums.” Roger suggested in a gentle tone of voice to make it seem less judgy.
“What do you think I would be suited for then? What would I play amazingly?” You groaned, grasping the stick and sitting back up.
You were suddenly pulled flush against Roger who thought it was a good idea to press a kiss to the side of your neck. Lifting his hands up, he grasped the sticks out of your hands before you dropped them once again. “Me.”
“Wh…What?”
“You play me pretty well, making me feel like a little schoolboy with the biggest crush on the prettiest girl in the schoolyard.” This was said against your skin, his hands tightening his grip around your waist to press you harder against him.
“I’m an expert when it comes down to you, babe.”
“That you are.”
John Deacon:
You were lounging on the couch, watching as Freddie and John talked to each other about a song that John had just written, Brian and Roger in the conversation as well but rather than speaking, they were just listening. ‘Another One Bites The Dust’ you figured was the name for that was the repetitive chorus. Catchy. It was sharp with a very intense and captivating bass line that John had been lulling about in his mind over and over again until he figured it out. Picking up his bass, he looked at Freddie and played the line again as Freddie just rolled his eyes. They were bickering and you could tell from the look on John’s face that Freddie wasn’t listening to what he had to say. “How about we take a break?” Brian suggested, setting his guitar down on its stand. Roger was quick to agree, murmuring something about having to use the bathroom before shuffling out of the room with Brian. Freddie sighed, giving you a rather forced smile before walking away. “He drives me absolutely crazy sometimes.” John murmured more to himself and sat down on the couch next to you, sighing deeply and pulling his bass into his lap. He plucked a few notes as you snuggled in next to him.
“That’s pretty cool, Deaks.”
“I’m glad you think so because no one else has faith in it.” John lifted a hand and brushed his hand aimlessly through his hair, messing it up a small bit. You felt yourself swoon ever so slightly. “They think it’s too much like disco.”
“They?”
“Well, mainly Roger and Brian. Freddie… I think is on my side. You know how he is.” Waving his hand rather dismissively, he rested his hands back onto his bass. An instinctual thing for John at this point. You tilted your head to the side. Initially, you thought that John and Freddie were fighting about the song but perhaps they were teaming up against Brian and Roger who thought it was too ‘disco’. You looked at your love’s hands as he played the bass line once more just for you.
“Bum bum bum…” You hummed to the beat of the song, “duh-nanananana.” That was such a perfect melody and it always surprised you that John had just beautiful music inside his mind. “Can you show me how to play that?”
John raised his eyebrows and laughed, “You want to learn how to play it?” You nodded to which your boyfriend hummed in contemplation. “Well, I suppose if Brian and Roger see you playing it, they’ll think it’s cool.”
“Perfect.” You slid the bass from his lap into yours and earned yourself a rather typical face from your love. He squinted at you before it turned into a smile. “Now, honey. Show me how to play so I can impress my friends.”
“Alright, alright.” He laughed, the smile creasing onto his cheeks perfectly. You found yourself fixated on that momentarily before he shifted, turning on the couch with one foot tucked under so he was sitting on it. “It’s very simple. And you just repeat it.” He showed you the notes to pluck, the melody slowly coming out of your fingertips. “That’s good.” John grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking down and taking his hand away from yours, allowing you to do it on your own. “Now, again!” You did it again, tilting your head to the side.
“It kind of reminds me of…” You glanced at the bass and played it once more, “It makes me want to pounce on you.”
“In a good way or a bad way?”
Your smile turned into a wide smirk as you leaned towards John, “A dirty way.”
“Ah, you cheeky girl.” He wiggled his eyebrows, placing a small but very passionate kiss onto your lips.
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YOU ASKED I DELIVERED. Here are just a few headcanons! If you guys like them, let me know! I’m down for writing more about Roger or the other boys!
Tongue kisses.
Though french kissing is something that Roger absolutely loves, he loves this one as well. It’s when one of you stick out your tongue and the other presses their tongue against it. Sometimes, that’s all there is in the action, and other times, it gets more heated.A more flirtatious sort of kiss that you both thoroughly enjoy. It started early on in your relationship by accident. Having just seen your first ever Queen concert, you were perched in Roger’s lap backstage, your fingers tangled in his hair, petting him gently. By the blissed out look in his face, he seemed to have been enjoying the moment of relaxation you were giving him. You were talking with the boys, listening and joking around. Freddie and John were snuggled near each other on a couch with Brian standing in front of them, and off the the left on a single sofa were you and Roger. “I’m just saying,” Brian held up his hands in what looked like defense, “if I were a girl, I would not throw my bra and underwear on stage no matter how much I loved that person. That’s valuable money. Why just toss it away?”
Tilting your head back in a small laugh, you understood where Brian was coming from. “It’s a gesture of…” You hummed, gazing at Roger for the word you were thinking of as it was right on the tip of your tongue.
“Lust?” He offered you which rewarded him with a bright smile. “Yes, lust! Brian, it’s a gesture of lust. Like,” You made a funny gesture with your arm as if you were throwing something, “‘here are my underwear. I want to shag you.’”
“That still makes no sense. Would you throw your clothes at Roger, not expecting to get them back in the end?”
“I would throw a lot more than just clothes.” You teased quietly, looking down at your love who had a cocky smile on his face, as if he were proving a point to Brian who then directed the question at John in the form of ‘would you throw your clothes away?’
“What else would you throw at me?” Roger finally inquired in a smooth voice, right into your ear. Turning your head to the side so you could look down at him properly, a shit-eating grin spread across your face as you thought of the answer.
“Rocks. They’d most definitely get your attention and they shout at you that I myself am seeking attention from my one and only.” You cooed, your hand now resting on his shoulder so you could turn in his lap a bit.
“Rocks.” He nodded, thinking that over for a few seconds.
“Rocks, baby.” You stuck your tongue out playfully, and without even thinking about it, Roger was leaning towards you and pressed his own tongue against yours with a soft laugh.
“Still,” He murmured, now pulling you in for a kiss, his tongue peeping out to lick your mouth momentarily, “you could throw something even worse.”
“And what’s that?”
“You could throw Brian at me.”
Keep-away kisses.
This is a more of a teasing sort of action, something that Roger doesn’t particularly like to admit to enjoying. Leaning in as if to give him a kiss, you’ll smile rather coyly and pull away instead of giving him a kiss to the lips like he was expecting. He’ll chase after you for an actual kiss, usually cupping the side of your face with some hope that maybe he can coax you into it.Sometimes you’ll continue teasing him and just kiss him on the cheek instead of on the lips, pulling back with a laugh as Roger stumbles a bit and laughs sarcastically. “Oh, that’s funny.” He’ll say, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him. Resting your hand on his chest, you can feel his heartbeat under your chest. “You don’t want to make me beg for a smooch, do you?”
Roger looks at you with his puppy dog eyes and you find yourself caving in and giving your love a soft kiss, his fingers curling around your ear and keeping you in place. His blond hair is tickling your face as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, a small sound peeping past his lips as he was the one to pull away. “That wasn’t too terrible, was it?”
I’ve had better.”
“Oh, ha. Ha. Seems we’ve got ourselves a joker. Come’re…” He mumbled, pulling you into another sweet kiss.
Collarbone / chest kisses.
Of course, these are some of his favorite sorts of kisses. He loves to kiss your neck, diving his head down and pressing a trail of pecks along your collarbone. He also loves to leave marks there, biting and sucking at your skin. Roger likes to tease, barely brushing his lips against your chest as you make love. He likes your reaction as your back arches in desperation for more than just that.
Imagine sitting in Roger’s lap, facing him with your legs wrapped around his waist as the two of you lounged in bed together. He’s got his back against the headboard to keep himself from slouching all the way down, knees bent as he conformed to being a chair for you as you let your fingers slip through his thick blond hair, tangling and detangling absentmindedly. The sun was draining into the room through the blinds, giving Roger the impression that he had stripes adorning his skin, and in the light, his hair seemed to glow like he had a halo. The only thing that was covering your two naked bodies was a white sheet that you had been using as a blanket for the actual duvet had ended up on the floor, across the room. Peaceful would be the way to describe how you felt as Roger’s head rested on your chest, ear down as he listened to your heart beating for a few seconds, his fingers tapping on your back to the beat as if he were playing the drums.
You swirled a piece of his hair between your fingers, sighing deeply. Roger shifted ever so slightly under you, tilting his head upwards so he could gaze at you. His eyes were shining in the golden strips of sunlight that warmed your skin. You returned his glance and felt heat hit your cheeks. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”
“I don’t know,” Roger shrugged his shoulders, giving you a small smile that spoke some sort of innocence as if he were falling in love over and over, his long eyelashes seemingly tickling his cheeks as he shut his eyes at the sensation of your fingers digging deeper into his hair, massaging his scalp. “I just like to look at beautiful things, is all. You’re like a bloody piece of art.” Pressing his hot lips against your sternum, Roger moaned quietly and whispered against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise, “You make me so weak.” Another kiss, this one was tilted upwards a bit more, towards your collarbone that was already littered with a few love marks that he had given you previously. Some were fresh and red while others were more a deep purple, older.
“That’s a bold thing to say, babe. You’re like, the prettiest.”
“Only sometimes.” He joked, giving you a cheeky smile as you tilted your head down to give his pouty lips a small peck. “Okay, most of the time but that’s beside the point. You’re the prettiest right now.”
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