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born-to-lose · 4 years

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Dear John

Pairing: Dealor (mainly platonic)

Summary: Since John left the band following Freddie's death, Roger keeps writing to him, knowing he'll never get a reply.

Tags: angst, death mention, implied relationship

Words: 1,476

A/N: This one is for Dealor Week 2020, hosted by @freddiesfreak! It's really not the best as I didn't have enough time to write this as I would have liked, but I hope it's alright.

Tag list: @warriorteam1924

Tip me if you want!

"On 2 July 1971, Queen perform at Surrey College; their first ever concert with John Deacon on bass!"

That is the caption of a picture of Roger and John backstage at the Rainbow in 1974. The person who runs the official Instagram account of Queen really had to pick the one of John standing there shirtless and Roger looking up at him in his white robe and black pants, didn't they?

Scanning the comment section that's full of fans dropping various ship names and meltdowns expressed in emojis, Roger realizes the photo could give impressions, but they certainly aren't wrong. At least back then when the picture was taken. Now things are vastly different. John got married and so did Roger. John broke off contact, but Roger has always attempted to keep in touch, even after the bassist retired following Freddie's death. But he doesn't seem impressed. It's been years since he got a reply and Roger almost gave up on trying to reach out to him. Still, he feels guilty whenever he doesn't send him a message on a special day, even if he has no right to feel this way.

Seeing the anniversary post on his feed is enough to write his friend an email. It's not like he has forgotten it's the 48th anniversary of John being a member of Queen. On the contrary - Roger keeps well organized photo albums with the exact date and location as well as his old diaries where he wrote everything down, for instance a paragraph about John when he joined the band. He was talking about how talented this new guy was and that he was sure they'd be big soon with their new bassist. But even without that, he's good at remembering anniversaries, which leads to him writing to John on his birthday, his and Veronica's wedding anniversary and the like. He never gets a simple "thank you" and it breaks his heart because of how close they used to be.

Roger sits at his desk and opens the mail programme on the laptop. This time he tries to keep his message short because maybe his long and elaborate emails are the reason John isn't in the mood to respond.

"Happy Queen anniversary, Deaky! Miss you. Roger x"

He would like to write more about his thoughts when he first met him at the audition and how he knew right away they wouldn't have to make any changes regarding the band members, but he knows it's no use writing long essays when he won't get an answer anyway. This isn't him being pessimistic, it's just the truth. It seems like John doesn't want anything to do with his old mates anymore. He still manages the band's finances, but he doesn't even reply to every new suggestion they tell him about, which Roger and Brian read as a sign of approvement.

With a sigh, he leans back in his chair and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. They were best friends once. Inseparable, basically. And before that, there had been a time when they'd been more than that. Until they decided to take a break because the whole situation with becoming famous that came with the typical rockstar lifestyle got overwhelming. Not much later, John had a girlfriend, who got pregnant and they married soon after. It was a bit of a harsh ending for Roger, but he wasn't in the place to be jealous. Their pause had seemed more like a breakup anyway and they were both free men now, so he couldn't regard it as cheating, but seeing John have a family with somebody else really tugged at his heartstrings. It still does every now and then, but it's much rarer because a couple of years after John's wedding, he found happiness with his own family.

While Freddie was still alive, they stayed very close friends, even if they weren't dating anymore. They'd ended on good terms, so it wasn't difficult to be best friends again. But after the Tribute Concert and the making of Made in Heaven, they've steadily grown apart, right when Roger thought they all needed one another to cope with their loss. When John officially left the band, they kept the bare minimum of contact, yet it has become less and less over the years to the point of complete silence from the bassist's side.

That didn't stop Roger, though. He keeps sending him cute and funny emails. Sometimes they are sentimental too when he reminisces on old times and the moments they shared. But even then, it has more the character of a monologue than of an actual conversation.

Roger gives John two weeks until he replies - which he knows won't happen but he is used to that by now. His youngest sons have an Instagram account, but he doesn't want to use them to get to John. He surely has his reasons to distance himself…

After those two weeks, which went by too slowly, the drummer checks his inbox - and finds nothing. He doesn't know why he ever thought his friend would reply to this one if he had the chance for over a decade.

"That's it," he mumbles, a heavy lump in his throat. He isn't even attempting to ruin their marriages and be with him again; he wants him back as his best friend, not his lover. Is that too much to ask? All this has to stop. He's writing one last time to him and then it's over. He won't harass him anymore if that's what John thinks of it as.

Roger is pretty sure his address is still the same as it was the last time he visited, so he decides to write him a letter. Something John can hold in his hands and keep to reread later as a reminder why he kept sending him those messages. A handwritten letter is more personal, too. And maybe he will reply for once, but Roger doesn't want to get his hopes up.

"Dear John,

these past years I've been sending you emails in an attempt to get in contact with you again. I know it was a difficult time for us and I understand why you retired - I don't judge you for that, you worked hard for it. What I'm trying to say is, I only wanted to win you back as my best friend. We used to be so close and I never wanted to give that up. We were like brothers. Since our last meeting it always feels like something is missing. There are too many memories attached to get over you and shut my mouth. You know I was never good at that.

It wasn't my intention to be intrusive or annoying, I just wanted to talk to you again. Writing to you, knowing you won't reply is the hardest thing, but I couldn't stop - until now. This is the last one, I promise. Then you won't hear from me again unless you want to.

I miss being around you and I'd really like to meet you again. Somewhere private, just the two of us. It's totally okay if you don't want to see me. I just think it would be nice to reunite one last time.

Love, Roger"

Writing this letter, he has to stop at times to keep his tears from falling onto the paper. This is goodbye. He knows it. Why would John respond this time? He'll probably read it, acknowledge it and continue living his life just like he did before. It wouldn't surprise him.

Roger reads the letter once again and puts it in an envelope. He'll dispatch it later before going out for dinner with Sarina.

He has almost forgotten about his letter when his wife comes into his studio with today's post. "This one's for you, Rog," she says with a smile, putting a letter on the piano.

Roger stands up behind his drumset and walks over to find out what it is. The moment he reads the sender he gets oddly nervous and excited at the same time. With shaky hands he opens the envelope and unfolds the letter.

"Dear Rog,

I'm sorry about ignoring you, but I'd like to talk things through in person. How does Tuesday, 11 a.m. at my house sound?

Love, John"

Roger isn't entirely sure if this is actually happening. It feels too surreal to finally hold a reply from John in his hands. The first one in years. Tears are welling up in his eyes, but this time they are happy tears. And he even agrees to seeing him! He's very anxious about Tuesday, but he can't wait for it either, so he rushes to his office to confirm the date.

"Dear John,

thank you for your answer! Tuesday sounds good.

See you then,

Rog x"

#mel writes #dealorweek2020 #dealor #joger #dealor fic #joger fic #john deacon x roger taylor #roger tayloe x john deacon #roger taylor #john deacon #queen #queen fic

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guiltypleasurefandomface · 3 years

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Based on the prompt:- "the pair acting like the intimacy they shared at night never happened the next day"

Established John/Roger.

Trigger Warning: Mildly graphic description of an imaginary car crash.

#Queen fic #Dealor fic

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hudsteith · 4 years

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My fics

Just promoting my Dealor fics. Always reminding english isn't my first language.

1) A Life of Lies

They knew they've being cheated on, but never expected to find out with who.

2) Dealor Love

Collections of Dealor one-shots.

3) When I See You Again

“So you think we should do this often?” asked Roger, when he’s breathing calmer.

“Do what?” fired back John, looking to Roger.

“Bring Rina back.”

4) A home for a heart

Just another love story.

5) Match Made

Looking up at Tinder during a domestic flight can change John's life.

6) Miracle on Us

A view of Roger and John growing up together.

7) You Can't Say Ain't Right

Time was a tricky thing. For him it had been only yesterday when he was crossing a street at noon on August 19th, 1977, going to buy a birthday cake. He remembered as if it were happening now the pain he had felt when the car hit him, and the weird sensation of flying for a couple of seconds, thrown forwards by the impact. But, according to the calendar on the wall, for the rest of the world it was now July 9th, 1981.

8) I don't want my freedom

...there's no reason for living with a broken heart.

9) Back to Home

Something about the way he talks to him makes Roger believe in him – I mean, nothing makes sense right now, so why he wouldn’t believe on that? “But why would you do that? What makes me special?”

He put his hand on Roger’s shoulder, squeezing a bit. “You’re not special. Your love is. A love that crossed time, space and death? Those are rare, so I did what I had to do.”

10) Our Parents

Joe and Ben's relationship makes the Deacon family and the Taylor family to finally meet. But their parents had a story before they were born.

#dealor #joger #dealor fic #joger fic #roger taylor #john deacon #ao3

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jessahmewren · 5 years

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“i didn’t know it could be like this” Chapter 6: Turning Point / Queen / Bohemian Rhapsody Fan Fiction

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Summary: Something happens that proves to be a turning point for future events.

Rated E: Explicit themes, warnings for Rape/Non-con

Chapter 6 of ?

Pairings: Brian May/Roger Taylor / Roger Taylor/John Deacon

Words: 1972

Also on AO3

Tagging @another-random-girl and @morewyckedthanyou

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Roger’s fingers were numb, his hands tingling from being bound behind him for too long and by ropes that were far too tight. He grunted, trying to wiggle some feeling into them, but a sweaty palm pushed his head into the mattress.

“Quiet bitch,” the man growled out between thrusts, “or I’ll stuff a sock in your mouth.”

Roger bit his lip, his eyes shut tight. A few tears escaped his lashes, running down the tip of his nose. He thought of John, of Freddie and Brian, and the pain was a little less.

The man dressed in silence, watching Roger as he sat on his knees on the bed. He approached him then, his touch strangely gentle, fingers trailing down his face. “You’re a pretty thing,” he whispered, something masquerading as fondness tingeing his voice. “You want me to get you off?”

Roger shook his head, his lips pressed tight. He did not want his hands on him again. Not ever.

The man gripped his chin, roughly this time. “Suit yourself,” he said as he snatched his hand away. He was out the door before he did anything else. Roger followed him out with his eyes. On the dresser by the door, he had left a tip.

That’s when the tears came.

Brian entered the club, anxiety eating away at his usual excitement to see Roger. This would be the first time he had seen him since he and John were over at the flat, and his nerves were getting the best of him. He didn’t want to take things too fast with Roger, especially after having talked with John afterwards.

As if he had conjured him out of the vapor, the pretty brunet smiled at him from across the club and then, as if thinking about beforehand, stepped into his space and gave him a warm hug.

Brian hugged him back, basking in the sweet feeling of the young man in his arms. “Hello John. It’s wonderful to see you.”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling cutely. “You too Brian.”

“And you’re alright tonight?”

He nodded. “Just waiting on clients. Had two so far. Bit of a slow night.”

Brian nodded tightly. “Have you seen Rog around?”

John pointed skyward. “His client’s already gone, but he hasn’t come down yet.” He shrugged. “I don’t know why though. I was just about to go check.”

The hair bristled on the back of Brian’s neck. “You stay here John,” Brian said. “I’ll go check on him.”

John smiled gratefully. “Thanks love. I really appreciate it. And tell his lazy ass to get back to work, yeah?” He laughed, walking back to the few men in the club who were looking for company.

Brian walked up the stairs, pausing in front of the room he was told Roger was in. He stood for a moment trying to listen for any sounds inside. It was deathly quiet. He knocked anyway.

No response. “Roger? It’s Brian.”

His heart beat faster as the silence stretched. Could he be sleeping? He knocked again.

When he got no response, he twisted the door handle, and it gave way under his grasp.

The room was humid, and a shower was running. Puffs of steam were emanating from the small bathroom off to the side, but there were no other sounds present…no sloshing of water, no cheerful humming…just the steady stream of a showerhead.

The uneasy calm of the room filled Brian with dread as he slowly walked toward the small bathroom. He eased the door open, almost afraid of what lay inside. “Roger?” he called out tentatively. The steam was so thick inside he could barely see anything.

“In here Bri,” came a small muffled voice.

Relief washed over Brian as he pushed further into the bathroom, only to be instantly replaced by overwhelming concern. Roger was seated in the tub, his knees drawn up to his chest, being pummeled by the hot spray.

Brian dropped to his knees, his hands slipping over the edge of the tub. “Darling, what’s the matter?” He reached out to brush the wet hair from Roger’s forehead, but the young man instantly withdrew.

“Can’t get warm,” he murmured. “So cold in here.”

A sickening feeling started curling its way to make a home in Brian’s gut. He clenched the edge of the tub, his knuckles white. “Roger, let’s get you out and get you dry love. So you can get warm.”

Roger was somewhere far away for a moment, then he slowly nodded. Brian helped him out of the tub, noticing a few bruises and abrasions blooming on his hips and thighs. He swallowed thickly.

“Come on sweetie, step into this towel.”

Roger shivered in his arms as Brian toweled him off, his thin body racking with tremors. Brian led him to the edge of the bed, grabbing more towels for his hair and the rest of his body, making sure he was dried thoroughly.

He knelt in front of him, trying not to touch him. Roger’s hair had dried in wispy tendrils tangling around his face. He was staring at his hands where they lay limp in his lap. He wouldn’t look at him.

“Roger, sweetheart, tell me what happened. What’s wrong?”

Roger’s hands began to shake, and he clenched them into fists, fighting against it. Brian could tell it was taking every bit of his strength for him to hold together, and Brian silently lent him some of his own.

“I told him no,” Roger said through gritted teeth. “I told him no and he did it anyway.”

Brian blinked, processing what he said, then instantly felt his stomach drop. His hands went up to cup Roger’s face, and this time he didn’t pull away.

“I told him I would suck him off, just no sex,” he mumbled as he stared into his open palms. He looked up at Brian finally, tears spilling out of his large blue eyes. “I told him no,” he said again.

A choked sob was wrenched from his chest as he fell against Brian, clutching him tightly. Brian soothed his hair, his own tears wetting his cheeks. “We’re going to the hospital,” he mumbled vacantly, his voice barely a whisper.

Roger pulled away, shaking his head. “No hospitals. Just take me home Bri. I want to go home. I’m so tired.”

Brian pressed his lips together, a boiling rage starting in his gut. “You need medical attention. You know the bastard who did this?”

“No.”

Brian’s hand’s shook against Roger’s back, and he imagined them wrapped around the man’s throat. He took a few steadying breaths. “I’ve got the van tonight. How far do you live?”

“Just a few blocks.” He looked up at Brian pitifully. “I want to go home.”

He helped him get dressed, threading stiff limbs through shirt holes and automatically leading him downstairs. Brian didn’t see John anywhere, nor did he see the club manager, so he hustled Roger out of the club as quickly as possible.

They said nothing on the way to Roger and John’s flat. Roger sat in the passenger seat in a sort of a tight, huddled silence, looking out of the window into the darkness. Brian stole little worried glances at him, wondering if he should just take him to the hospital instead of back to his flat. He continued any way, his thoughts a whirl of warmth and rage and raw grief.

Roger pulled the string on the bare bulb above them, revealing a small, sparse living space with little to no furniture. It was neat and clean, with a mattress on the floor and a blanket pulled up over it. There was a small kitchen with nothing on the counters…no objects of any kind. There wasn’t a table. John and Roger had a couch, but no TV, and from what he could tell, no other bedrooms.

“The couch or the bed love,” Brian asked softly. “Where would you be more comfortable?”

“The bed,” Roger said quietly. Brian led him to the edge of the mattress, pulling the blanket back for him so he could stretch out beneath it. Instead, he curled up on his side.

“Will you…will you stay with me Bri? Just until John gets home?”

Brian leaned down, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. “Did you think I was going to leave you alone Rog?” He managed a smile. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

Roger smiled, rolling over so Brian could spoon up behind him. Brian wrapped his arms around him, finally feeling him relax.

Then Roger heard sniffling behind him and realized Brian was crying.

“It’s ok,” Roger whispered, rubbing his hands up and down Brian’s arms where they crossed over his middle. Brian buried his face in his hair, feeling ashamed of his tears, of Roger comforting him rather than the other way around

“It’s not ok,” Brian said finally, pressing a light kiss into the top of his head. “What happened to you is not ok Roger. Do you understand?”

Roger nodded against him. Brian swallowed, afraid of what he would ask next, of what it would mean, but something within him needed to know. Brian tightened his arms against him. “Has this happened before?”

Roger grew very still before he breathed out a small and barely imperceptible “yes,” and Brian ached with it.

The admission seemed to chill Roger, a light tremor vibrating through his body. Brian rubbed his arms. “How about I make you something warm, hmm? Have you eaten dinner?”

Roger shook his head. Brian stood, walking to the small kitchen. It was impeccably clean, but bereft of any warmth. He opened the fridge where two bottles of milk and some deli meats stood lonely and cold.

An inherent sense of wrongness seeped deep into Brian, sank its claws in and wouldn’t let go…not just for what had happened to Roger, but for how he and John had to live. For what they had to do to live that way, for all of it.

He opened the can of soup he’d found in a cabinet and dumped it into a saucepan, his thoughts buzzing. Roger was curled into himself, moonlight streaming down from the window over where he lay. He looked small, Brian couldn’t help but think, smaller than usual, and so vulnerable.

He nearly scorched the soup thinking about how he wanted get his hands on the man who hurt him, how he would do anything to protect the blond in that makeshift bed, how it used to be just him and Freddie but now he thought in fours…Freddie, Brian, Roger, John…and when one of them was hurt, they all were.

“Sit up now Rog,” he murmured. “Drink this. This will warm you right up. Then we’ll have a cuddle. John will be home soon, too.”

Roger’s blue eyes peered up at him over the bowl as he took small sips of the hot liquid from the spoon Brian offered him. He closed his eyes against the warm feeling, seeming to settle more into the pillows behind him.

“Thank you,” he said, smiling for the first time that evening.

Brian just grabbed his hand, tears prickling his eyes. “Anything for you love. Anything at all.”

A few hours later, John came into the flat, half in a panic. “Rog? Where did you get off to? Ray was really put off, and I’ve been worried sick!” He stopped halfway from the door. “Brian, what are you doing here?”

Brian stood, meeting the young man on his way to Roger. John could see him, but apparently he was asleep because he hadn’t turned to look at him or stood to greet him like he usually did.

“John,” Brian began softly, “something happened tonight. I think you and Roger need to have a long talk.”

And so do Freddie and I, he thought.

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queen-writing-sideblog · 5 years

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hello! can you please do joger where Roger has a thing for John being humiliated/embarrassed (not in a mean way), where he loves seeing his boy bright red and he loves teasing him mercilessly! I hope you don’t mind this prompt, thank you :)

Roger loved the way John looked when he was embarrassed, how much he blushed, how beautiful it was. How the red went from the tips of his ears all the way down to his neck. Truly beautiful, he thought.

He was lucky enough to be seeing it then. It wasn’t the most.. Conventional place to be having a shag, but it was working. They were always full of adrenaline after a show, ready to have a good hard fuck.

Apparently today that meant Roger pulling John into a closet as soon as he’d set his bass down in it’s case. It didn’t even have a lock, but it seemed that neither of them cared all that much.

It didn’t take long before he had him shoved up against a wall, fucking into him so hard he went up onto the balls of his feet with each thrust, punched out moans falling out of his mouth.

“Fuck, John, such a dirty boy, aren’t you? Letting me fuck you in a closet with a door that doesn’t even lock, not even bothering to try and be quiet.” He breathed out against his ear, the only response he got being a beautiful flush to his cheeks and long, drawn out moan.

“Anybody could come by and open the door and find us, or hear you and know that we’re Queen’s dirty little secret, that the drummer fucks the bassist, and then that would be everywhere, just because you weren’t patient enough to even let us get to the dressing room.”

“R-Roger.” He let his fingers dig into his biceps.

Roger reveled in the fact that John had gone bright red, and that he was the one that had been able to cause that.

“You close, darling? Gonna let everyone nearby hear you come for me?”

That was all it took before John was coming with a warbled cry of Roger’s name, hands gripping onto his arms tightly.

The sight and sound of it proved to be too much for him and he was soon to follow, letting the pair of them ride out their highs.

“How was that.”

“I’d say it was just okay.”

“Only just okay?” Roger made a face of mock offense.

“Okay, fine, maybe a little better than that.”

“I guess I’ll take that.”

“We should definitely do that again sometime though.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

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atenementfunster · 5 years

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Is the ridge farm porn just joger? Also... could we maybe have a little more of it ? ;)

It’s a good thing John’s room is in the basement, Roger has time to realize, as he moans prettily into his neck, loud and uncensored as Roger squeezes his ass and slips a finger between his cheeks. John jumps a bit in his arms when he does, but the gusto in which he bites the line of Roger’s throat leaves a pretty positive message.

Still, Roger likes absolutes. “Alright?”

John nods, breathing a bit heavy. When he leans back, his eyes are half kidded, bangs askew, but he’s smiling even as he gives a shaky exhale. When John leans in and gives him a close-mouthed kiss, following it with a little “yeah,” breathed against his lips, it probably shouldn’t flip Roger’s stomach over the way it does.

“Good,” he says, craning his neck so he can press his open mouth to John’s throat, licking and nipping as John presses down into him.

The shag carpet rucks his shirt up and itches unpleasantly against his sweaty back, bringing a realness to what’s happening that has Roger’s thoughts derailing as soon as they form. He could get addicted to this, the feel of John shifting above him, pressing him into the carpet, hands petting his hair and neck and shoulders as he kisses every inch he can reach. If asked, Roger would have said he’d prefer their roles reversed, but John is confident as he slides Roger’s shirt up over this head and leans back, assessing. When Roger blinks up at him, John’s hair is curtaining his face, cheeks rosy and eyes contemplative, as if he’s trying to decide what word would give him the highest point value.

“You like what you see?” Roger throws in an eyebrow waggle, just to be an ass. John cuffs him lightly on the side of the head, eyes narrowed in mirth.

“Not quite,” he says, surprising Roger, who wrinkles his nose and opens his mouth to retort. John’s hand cupping his dick shuts him up real quick, and he can only let out an embarrassingly shaky breath as John unzips his pants and slides his hand into his boxers with little preamble.

“Much better,” John says, lips quirked as he takes Roger in hand and gives him several languid strokes. It’s all he can do to not let his eyes close, but the look in John’s eyes has him locked on, mouth slightly agape as John jerks him off, his own hips rolling carelessly against Roger’s thigh.

“You make everyone here crazy, Rog,” John says, slight tremor in his voice betraying his casual candor. “I think about it, the way you stare. When I see the way you look at me, at Brian and Freddie, I get hot all over. All I can think about.”

Roger’s self control is out the window and over the countryside by now, moaning filthily up at the ceiling as he stares at John, mouth watering and body shaking. To his credit, John isn’t faring much better, face and neck slick with sweat, shirt half unbuttoned and pants tight over his straining dick. Roger’s anchor is the carpet beneath him and the soft skin still in his hand, and while he can’t summon the words of encouragement he wants, he squeezes John’s ass and pulls him closer as confirmation.

John’s eyelids flutter, mouth parting so prettily, but when he opens his eyes and finds Roger’s again, there’s a sharp look in them that Roger doesn’t often see.

“This isn’t a one-off for me, Rog,” he says, hips still against Roger’s waist, long fingers cradling his dick with the deftest touch. “You’re important to me.”

Roger pulls his hand out of John’s pants and props up on an elbow, sliding the other hand into John’s hair to cradle the base of his skull. “I would never,” he starts, pressing a wet kiss to the underside of John’s jaw, “ever,” then to the corner of his mouth, “want you to think you’re not important to me.”

John smiles into the kiss, and thumbs over the head of his dick, laughing when Roger makes a noise against his mouth. “I don’t.”

“Good,” Roger says for the second time that night. “Now can I please put my fingers in your ass?”

John’s affronted noise is barely overpowered by Roger’s laugh, and even though John’s shove gives him a bit of a rug burn, he easily ignores it when John’s cupping his balls and shoving his tongue back in his mouth to shut him up.

(the ridge farm porn started as maylor and I’m preeeeetty sure its devolving into ot4 territory (like 95 percent of what I write, let’s be honest)

BUT ask nicely and you shall receive!)

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queen-hospitality · 3 years

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~ Fic preview ~

This is a brief, non-explicit extract from what will very definitely be an explicit, 18+ smut scene. Please use discretion.

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"Kiss her, John." Roger's voice was gentle, but quite assured.

Your hands remained on John's torso whilst you allowed your eyes to meet with Roger, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. There it was. The same excitement you'd been experiencing over the last few days was written across Roger's face too.

You now knew your hunch was at least half correct, and that was enough to spur you on as you turned back again – nervous, but hopeful.

John had been holding onto his composure for dear life. He didn't want to get ahead of himself and spook you or lose the moment. But when you both turned to face each other again in complete synchronisation, John felt such a spark that it threatened to send him tumbling into a burst of the giggles. Instead he held his breath and tried placing his focus elsewhere.

You were on tenterhooks as John's smiling eyes left yours and swept down to watch himself take one of your hands in both of his. He then looked to Roger again, and back to you.

"Well," he said. "Only if you want me to."

Hiya 👋 you have been reading a preview of my reader x john x roger fic

and I have been: absolutely plagued by the thought of writing this for the last few days.

I thought I'd better get on and put something out there.

If you're 18+ and think you'd be interested in reading more then let me know and I can tag you when it's written!

In the meantime I could always ~reveal~ some more details about the context and direction if that's of interest?? Idk. Also if you want to shoot me any feedback I'd love that.

I haven't shared this kind of thing publicly before and this is a v new sideblog so literally no one asked for this lmao – that also means that if you're looking for examples of previous work or evidence of whether this'll be any good... you will not find any :) :) :)

Something something, turning up 15 months late with a threesome...

My non-queen blog / main account I follow from is @thisisntwaterstones

#john deacon x reader #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x john deacon x reader #john deacon x you #roger taylor x you #dealor x reader #queen fanfiction #queen imagines #john deacon fic #roger taylor fic #joger x reader #mine #lap of the fuckin gods #queen fic #my writing

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a-froger-epic · 3 years

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My first ever Joger fic for @ivyyara! ❤️❤️❤️

Read here...

#Queen RPF #John Deacon #Roger Taylor #Joger #Dealor #Gift fic

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eileen-crys · 2 years

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RachelB's 50 fics celebration!

Hi everyone! By posting my latest fic for Queen Hurt/Comfort weekend, "I thank the Lord above, my life has been saved" I reached the count of 50 fics written and posted on AO3! 🥰

Yeah, I know, the count says 47, but the remaining three fics/oneshots have been posted as chapters in a couple of stories, namely "Please stay awhile" for Queen trough the seasons (2 fics in 1) and "The tales of John, Roger and Veronica" for Dealor Week 2022 (3 fics in 1). 👀🤭

I must admit I've never expected to come this far with writing, but reading and writing fics helped me SO much improving my English, as a non-native speaker. And I'm so happy to be able to tell stories not only through visual art but with writing as well, I'm very proud of how far I've come.

And most of all I'm grateful to everyone who is willing to read my silly stories, despite I'm very much indulging so much on a single ship with few exceptions; and I'm glad my own writing helped others to get interested in Johnica and inspired them as well, exactly as it happened to me after reading @kinole009x 's stories! 🥺💖

"I love the fact that I can make people happy, in any form. Even if it's just an hour of their lives, if I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile." - Freddie Mercury

⚜️ My Masterlist | My AO3 account ⚜️

The Game

To celebrate I'd love to share something with you and let you ask me about my fics, my stories, my opinions, etc.

Send me an ask with a number and/or a letter from the lists below, up to maximum 3 each. And/or you can add an extra from the third list!

Under the cut I'll put the ask games' lists, that I collected from various ask games around Tumblr or wrote myself.

NUMBERS (up to 3 in an ask)

1) What's your total AO3 kudos count?

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

3) How many fics did you write in (year among 2019/20/21/22)?

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

7) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

8) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

10) Have you ever had a fic gifted?

11) Have you ever had a fic translated?

12) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

13) What’s your all time favourite ship?

14) Do you have a WIP you've abandoned or will never finish? Why is that so?

15) What are your writing strengths?

16) What are your writing weaknesses?

17) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

18) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

19) What tropes you thought you wouldn't like but ended up enjoying?

20) What's something you'll never write?

LETTERS (up to 3 in an ask) (lots of these have been taken by the "Salty Asks list")

A. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?

B. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

C. Have you ever had heavy fights over a fandom opinion?

D. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?

E. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

F. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously disliked?

G. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

H. Do you read pairings you don't write?

I. What pairing would you try to write if given the occasion?

J. Which unpopular character you'd like to read more often?

K. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

L. What is the purest ship in the fandom?

M. What are your thoughts on crack ships?

N. Most shippable character?

O. Least shippable character?

EXTRA (one per ask! Copy and paste the question 😊) (This is meant as you asking me about a fic, to be clear 💕)

Suggest me... a fic of yours to start reading your fics, I'm a new reader!

Suggest me... the first fic you've read about Johnica!

Suggest me... a fic of yours to read if I'm not a huge Johnica fan. Either lull me into it or give me something different.

Suggest me... an old fic of yours you wish had attention again!

Suggest me... your favourite series from another author!

Suggest me... your comfort fic written by someone else.

Suggest me... a smutty fic of yours! ;)

Suggest me... an old fic of yours you would re-write, let's see if it's as bad as you say.

Suggest me... the fic that made you saddest while writing.

Suggest me... your fic with least Kudos!

Suggest me... your longest oneshot!

Suggest me... your shortest oneshot!

Special thanks are always a bit of an awkward moment for me because my memory is not that great and I'm always scared to forget someone, if I did please believe me I didn't donit on purpose 😔💕

To my beloved Johnica pals (who also are included in the following lists haha) @beydeaks @john-deacon-fucks @john-paul-george-ring0 @blossom-melina-burnickel @julescape @kinole009x and -maybe to a lesser extent abt johnica lately but still important- @deakysgurl , to my beloved friends and supporters @warriorteam1924 @finland-shoes @seventhmoonforreal @the-world-of-erit , to the whole writers Discord group, full of wonderful and super supportive writers such as @a-froger-epic @queenies-bug @freddie-mercury-rising @sokkas-first-fangirl @bambirex @sparkleslightlyy @quirkysubject @idontknowhowthisworked and more, who all helped me sooo much since I joined. And EVERYONE who reads, leaves kudos and comments on my fics, thank you. I love you all, truly. 🥺💖💕💜💖💕💜💖

#rachelb 50fics

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painandpleasure86 · 2 years

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Joger Week 2022 - The Masterlist

Here's the whole list of contributions of the event!! (updated to 2/8/22). If it has late contributions during this month, I'll update the individual masterlists, so check it up regularly!

Day 1 (1/31)

Day 2 (2/1)

Day 3 (2/2)

Day 4 (2/3)

Day 5 & 6 (2/4 & 2/5)

Day 7 (2/6)

Thanks again for all the effort you made to write stuff for the week and also thanks for the support. It counts a lot!!! <3 It was so fun. I hope we can have Joger Week next year <3

#JogerWeek2022 #john deacon #deaky #deacy #roger taylor #roger meddows taylor #queen #dealor #joger #queen fandom #queen fanfiction #queen fic #painandpleasure86 posts #painandpleasure86 scheduled posts

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rhyewritersstudio · 2 years

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Fic Rec Friday

Our troubles will be miles away by @john-paul-george-ring0

Author’s summary: Christmas doesn't feel like Christmas for John and Veronica. An unexpected pregnancy mixed with money problems leads the couple to question if they'll even make it through the holidays without complications. Maybe it will be better next year...

Ship: Johnica (John Deacon / Veronica Tetzlaff)

Rated Gen, 6784 words

Why the reader will love it: great dialogue, holiday themes, and a lovable OC.

⭐️ And ⭐️

Your Heart Is the Greatest Gift

by @ivyyara

Author’s summary: Roger finally gets the courage to put his heart on the line, but something goes wrong.

Ship: Joger/Dealor (John Deacon / Roger Taylor)

Rated Teen, 2000 words

Why the reader will love it: modern setting, resolved misunderstanding, and glorious fluff.

#Fic Rec Friday #johnica #queen fan fiction #queen band #john deacon #john-paul-george-ring0 #ivyyara #joger #dealor #Roger Taylor #Brian may #Freddie Mercury

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born-to-lose · 5 years

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Wedding Fever

Pairing: Joger

Summary: Roger has never been one to get married, but after a few glasses of wine at Brian’s wedding, he starts thinking about what life would be like if married John. But it takes two and his boyfriend doesn’t seem to get the hints...

Tags: fluff, some angst (?), drinking, implied sexual content

Words: 1,772

A/N: This is my contribution to day 3 of this year’s Joger week! I kinda combined two of the prompts (wine and weddings) and I hope that makes up for two weeks without any updates on my other fics xx (gif credit)

Tag list: @siriuslovesmarlene @somebody-to-rock-you @steveebabyyy-blog

Tip me if you want!

"One more please?" Roger pleads, making puppy eyes at John.

"Love, I think you've had enough wine for now," he chuckles and pecks his boyfriend's cheek before sitting down.

Roger whines and pushes his slice of cake around the plate as he keeps watching Brian slow dancing with Chrissie. He's happy for them, but there's this constant melancholic feeling gnawing inside of him all day long. He has never been the kind of man who needs to marry to prove his love. In his eyes, marriage was always an unnecessary concept that would give anxious people some kind of legal guarantee that their significant other loves them, yet his feelings about the idea of actually getting married have changed in just a couple of weeks.

Seeing his best friend and his wife makes him feel jealous of how in love they are. Of course, he and John love each other more than anything, but it's just not the same. He's not saying finally marrying John would make his life better, but he's sure it would. Right now there's not the same certainty that things won't end too soon. When you're married, it's like you automatically want to fix everything when things don't work out well. Honestly, he doesn't think they'll ever be more than boyfriends. John never shows any signs of wanting to stay with Roger forever. Hell, they've been together for three years already! It's about time something changes!

Roger could take things into his own hands and propose to John, but what if he rejects him? What if he thinks he's clingy and breaks up with him? No, it's too risky. He only hopes John notices and finally does the job, so he doesn't have to. It should be obvious how desperate Roger is for his boyfriend. The occasional hints when Brian talked about his upcoming wedding, the many times Roger stopped a little longer in front of jewelry store displays, the way he has been acting today and so on. He has wedding fever.

"Rog?" John's soft voice and brings him back to reality. "Do you wanna dance?"

Roger gives him a warm smile and takes his boyfriend's extended hand, pulling himself up from his seat. Another thing he loves about him - how he likes to dance at any given opportunity. "Anytime."

On the dance floor the younger man pulls him closer, one hand clasped with Roger's, the other on the blond's waist. John dancing like this in public is quite rare; he's more the disco type of guy when they go out, still they sometimes slow dance when they're home alone. It often involves a bit of alcohol, but there's not a single time Roger can't remember. These are the moments he loves most - when it’s just the two of them. They always give him a domestic feeling. He almost forgets they're not in private and all the other wedding guests can see them. "John?" Roger whispers, looking up into John's eyes.

"Yeah?"

He thinks for a moment about whether or not he should say what he's feeling. He decides to wait until they're back home and instead goes with the short and wider interpretable version. "I love you."

"I love you too." John spins him around and pulls him close to his chest. He stops swaying and leans down to kiss Roger, one of his hands tangling in his sandy blonde hair.

Roger laughs softly when they pull away. "You're so cheesy!"

"You know I'm not always like that," he replies with a smirk that makes Roger understand immediately what he's referring to. As innocent as the brunette seems on the outside, he's got a dirty dirty mind sometimes.

After the song ends, they make their way back to their table by the window. Back to watching everyone praise the bridal couple. He's not bitter or anything, he just wishes he could have the same with John. He wouldn't want as many guests as Brian, though. Only a nice, small wedding with close friends and family, not more. Why the fuck is he planning his wedding in his head when he's not even close to being John's fiancé? Damn, this day was supposed to be happy, but here he is, thoughts of a wedding that's not going to happen eating him up inside...

It's about midnight by the time the party's over. John's hand is constantly on Roger's thigh while he's driving, making his heart leap more than usual when he does this. When they get home, though, he immediately disappears in the bedroom. Time for a mental breakdown while John is taking a shower. Roger sits on the bed and rubs his temple, tears stinging in his eyes.

He feels like he's totally overreacting and he's pretty sure the whole situation isn't nearly as bad as he thinks it is, but he's desperate. Desperate for his boyfriend to finally show any signs that he's interested in building a future with him. Moving into a flat together was the first step, but then again most couples do that sooner or later and that was two years ago. Since then, Roger has either been bad at interpreting gestures or John wants it to stay just like this without any major changes. Then it hits him - maybe he doesn't want more to happen between him and Roger. Maybe he doesn't want him to be his husband. Does he really think their relationship is some 'side project' to Roger? John is the best thing that's happened to him besides Queen and he should know that, so if he did, it would really hurt…

Telling himself he's thinking too much only makes it worse because then he comes up with more what if questions.

Of course, you shouldn't move too fast and all, but he's one hundred percent sure about it. Literally all he wants is to be happy and make John happy for as long as they live, so why doesn't he get to do that?

He can only think about what life would be like if they did get married. He wouldn't have to worry about breaking up too quickly because they'd try harder to find a solution for any problem. He would take John on more dates than he could imagine. They would go on holiday every year. Maybe they'd even have kids - Roger sure hopes so at least. He'd give his husband everything in the world. He'd live the life he's always wanted since he and John started dating. Everything would be perfect. It would.

"Oh my God, Roger, are you okay?" Suddenly John is standing in the doorway, now wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants.

When the blond lifts his head, he can see the tears that Roger didn't even notice were streaming down his face. He really looks fucked up with his eyes on half-mast, the loose bow tie and the messy hair. John hates to see him cry, no matter the reason, but something tells him he isn't feeling good at all tonight.

"What's wrong?" he asks in a softer tone, sitting next to Roger when he doesn't get a reply.

This time Roger doesn't even think about finding an excuse. He just tells him what's going on in his head. "Are you sure you're ready for this conversation?" he mumbles, frowning at him.

The brunette nods and takes Roger's hand in his. "I only want to help you."

He straightens up a bit and sniffs. "I feel like you don't want us to be more than boyfriends. You don't seem to make a move to do something about it," he starts shakily.

"About what?"

Roger ignores John's question and continues with what he originally wanted to say. "You don't get my hints! I always stop at jewelry store displays when we go out and you just… I don't know, I wish you'd understand what I mean… You see Brian and Chrissie? I want that too! With you, for fuck's sake! I just wanna love you and make you happy and take you on dates and go on holiday together and have my own family-" He stops to wipe the tears away that are making his vision blurry. "I have fucking wedding fever, you idiot!"

"Wait a minute." John stands up and leaves the room.

Great job, Roger! Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut instead of yelling at his boyfriend for not wanting to marry him? God, he's so stupid… He prays he doesn't break up with him now.

A moment later John returns with his hands in his pockets. He looks down, nervously chewing on his lip. "That's not true, y'know?"

He takes a step closer to him and gets down on one knee. "I was planning to do this anyway…"

"Oh fuck, c'mon!" Roger cries, covering his eyes with his hands in frustration. He doesn't even know what's happening anymore. He's got to be kidding him!

John giggles and fumbles with the small box he's just pulled out of his pocket. "I was thinking of a better time and place to do this, but this idiot here does want to marry you..." Roger lets out a breathy laugh and looks down at his smiling boyfriend, his eyes wet. "Do you still want to marry me?"

The older man nods enthusiastically. When he is finally able to speak again, he whispers, "That's pretty much self-explanatory."

"So… no?" John teases, smirking.

"I don't know if I want to slap or kiss you," he mutters.

"How about kissing me first?"

Without hesitation, he pulls his boyfriend up, kissing him with more passion than ever before. He knows he loves him, even if comments like this are normal in the Taylor-Deacon household. It's what makes their relationship so weird to some strangers. "You haven't said yes," John murmurs against his lips.

"Well, how do you interpret this?" Roger pushes him on the bed and straddles his waist, leaning down to kiss his jaw as a hand wanders underneath his shirt.

“Hm… I’m not sure…”

“Yes, of course I do, dumbass!”

"At least don't leave the ring in the box!" He gently pushes his boyfriend away so he can put the diamond ring on his finger.

Roger admires it up close for a few minutes, absolutely speechless. “It’s beautiful,” he says quietly, his gaze leaving the ring to look into John’s eyes.

“A beautiful ring for a beautiful man,” he grins.

“Don’t get soft,” the blond replies jokingly before burying his face in the crook of his neck to hide the happy tears forming in his eyes. Maybe he was the oblivious one after all...

#joger #dealor #joger fic #dealor fic #john deacon #roger taylor #john deacon x roger taylor #roger taylor x john deacon #queen #queen fic #jogerweek2019 #mel writes

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