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(roger taylor x y/n)
No lock in the studio
tw: NSFW and explicit language!
word count: 2,790
tags: fem! reader, big age gap, unprotected sex, sex in the work place, dirty talk, sassy roger, quickie, oral sex (giving), penetrative sex, nipple pay, aftersex care
You're 24, you work as a sound engineer for a famous label but you didn't realise today would be the day you'd be left alone in a studio with Roger Taylor.
Peter. I need to find Peter, you think to yourself. You're frustrated and it shows. I'm not a fricking secretary. You're walking through the hallways of the studio looking for the sign S-16 on the door. It's the best studio in the building, which makes sense because Peter is very respected here. It's also the furthest and the longer you're walking, the more annoyed you are. You're really hoping he's alone in there right now. The whole reason why you're walking in the first place is because he cut his phone line off. He really hates to be disturbed.
After hopping for a good 5 minutes through the endless hallways, you finally find the said S-16 door. If he was recording right now, the big red sign above the door would be on. You still discreetly check though the small round window and only see him sitting on his chair, his back turned to you, so you knock.
"Come on in.
- Peter, I'm sorry to disturb you, but Carl is out there fuming about god knows what and obviously he sends ME because I've got nothing better to do than run around like his secretary."
He looks amused, which is reassuring for Peter, but you quickly understand when you hear someone coughing behind you. This day isn't getting any better. You sigh and turn around only to find a familiar face smoking a cigarette on the couch behind the door. It takes you a minute to realise who's standing up to greet you and you feel embarrassed for showing your bad temper in front of a client, especially this one.
You know you should get used to meeting artists and act professional but you weren't expecting to meet Roger freakin Taylor.
He smiles at you and you proceed to shake hands.
"Y/N, please meet Roger, Roger, this is Y/N, our very promising sound engineer.
- Very promising, you say? Nice to meet you, Roger greets you.
- Well, I wouldn't go that far, but it's a pleasure to meet you Sir, you smile back trying to keep it cool.
- Sir? God, don't ever call me Sir, I'm not that old, am I?"
Roger and Peter laugh while you stare in disbelief. You stutter and try to take it back but they seem to forget about it when Roger sits next to your colleague. It took you only two minutes to embarrass myself and insult the greatest drummer of all times, great.
"Y/N, what does Carl want that is so urgent?
- A client is freaking out up there and he thinks it's your fault, but this is all I could understand before he sent me off to fetch you like his little pet."
Now, Peter looks pissed. He gets up from his seat with little to no conviction and says:
"I think I know what this is about.. Rog, let me go check on him really quickly. I'm sorry but Carl can be a real pain in the ass sometimes and he won't let it go unless I come find him."
Roger nods and looks understanding. Peter proceeds to go out, so you start following him outside, eager to watch him put Carl back in his place, but a voice stops you.
"Y/N, can I ask for your opinion?"
The drummer looks at you from his seat, waiting for an answer, but all you can think about is how Roger Taylor wants your opinion.
"I'm sorry, he adds sarcastically, I should have called you Miss, I knew I was moving too fast."
Your laugh lights up the room and the tension your previously felt vanishes.
"Much better, thank you, Sir."
Gosh, he looks handsome when he smiles. And when he doesn't smile. Or when he laughs. Of course, you know who Roger Taylor is, you've seen him before on pictures and on the telly, but now that you're face to face with him, you only have one word on your mind and it's gorgeous.
He doesn't look like he needs much to look good. He's wearing a plain white shirt and somehow looks like the most beautiful man on earth. Although, you have to admit that the way he's wearing it, rolled up sleeves, not fitted, with a button that shows a little more than it should, is very suggestive.
"I would like you to hear this demo I recorded with Peter. I think it's missing something but I don't know what."
The music resonates in the studio and you carefully listen to the arrangement. It's got a rock vibe, with a bit of grunge. For a full two minutes, you're focused on the song, so much that you forget about Roger's presence. The music stops but you hit play again.
"Listen here. Great beginning. But how about you take out some of the guitar harmonies to have a much clearer sound in the first verse to build it up towards the end."
Roger frowns and nods, he is focused on what you're saying. You go on about rhythms, musicality, what adjustments he should make to your opinion. He looks surprised, like he didn’t expect you to be invested like this. When you're finally finished, he gives you an impressed look.
"Now I get what Peter meant when he said promising."
You're flattered but can’t hide your smile.
"How long have you been a sound engineer?
- Well, I'd say for about two years.
- Two years and you talk just like Peter.
- That's because he's kinda my mentor and he's the reason why I came here.
- Wait, hold on, how old are you?
- I'm 24, you were not expecting him to get personal with you this quickly which makes you smile.
- Shit, I'm way out of your league then."
You both look at each other with a hint of challenge in your eyes.
"And you're like what? 40? you tease him.
- Try 36, he takes out a cigarette and stares at you while he breathes in.
- I don't mind, you say, looking straight in his eyes with a smirk.
- You don't mind?
- I don't mind, no, you say with a softer voice, never breaking the eye contact."
You don't understand how the mood shifted so quickly, but the room is now filled with an invisible tension. His eyes linger on your body and lurk you up and down. You love how he doesn't even try to hide his attraction to you. He fully looks like he could devour you right now.
You stand up from your seat to come closer to him and sit on the corner of the control table. You're only inches away from each other. His leg is slightly touching yours and this simple friction is almost too much to endure.
You're looking at him from above but his stare makes it so hard to maintain. His gaze is burning your skin. He’s sitting down, full of his cocky attitude, looking up with his doe eyes.
"I think that Peter, you pause, might be coming back, you almost whisper.”
He stands up and slowly pulls you closer with every word he says, his eyes locked into yours at all times.
“Yeah, he says, I think he’ll be back soon.
- We shouldn’t stand so close to each other, then.
- No, you’re right, we shouldn’t.”
But he doesn’t move. If anything, the tension makes it hard for you to not get any closer. His face is only a moment away from touching yours. His eyes, his piercing blue eyes, move between the tip of your nose and your eyes because you’re so close that he can’t even see your lips anymore.
A warm feeling arises from your lower back. It’s his hand, placed on your Venus dimples. It tickles you, very slightly, and the feeling grows on your stomach. The warmth climbs to your chest and shrouds your bosom.
Roger’s raspy voice suddenly brings you back from wherever you were mentally. You almost forgot about where you were.
“What should we do? his hand slowly lingers on your body.
- Maybe, lock the door? you ask with a smile.
- Or maybe not, says Roger.”
He loves the surprised look on your face. There’s something in his eyes - he’s provoking you. It’s impossible to look away, you are entirely focused on him and start to feel dizzy from the heat. His hand, previously placed on your lower-back, embraces your hip while finding a way under your tee-shirt. You shiver. His hands feel so cold on your burning skin.
With his other hand, he lifts your chin up then cups your face to get a good look at you. He tucks his fingers between your ear which makes you feel the need to gently rub your cheek against his palm. The scent of his perfume mixed with cigarettes completely takes over your analytical judgement; you give him one last look before you lose yourself and lean in, gently placing your lips on his.
Your hands find a way to bury in his neck while his right palm brings your hips together. The kiss is slow, very slow, so slow but so wet. It didn’t take you long to find the way to his pink muscle and yours are now dancing in each other’s mouth. Fingers buried in your hair, tongue caressing yours, pelvis pressed against his very tight pants; it’s almost too much to bare, you want more. No, you need more, you need him whole.
The kiss escalates quickly, making you whimper at how well he explores your mouth. His hands linger around your body, teasing you by caressing your sensitive breast, although he doesn’t yield to your moaning; he seems to like to torment you by grabbing you everywhere else. The feeling gets too overwhelming. You find your way to his shirt and start unbuttoning it until his chest is bare. You sense him smile against your lips. He must like your initiative.
He pulls you out. You instantly feel the need to reconnect with his lips.
“I want you so bad, doll.
- Do you want my mouth too? you say with your doe eyes.
- It’s already mine.”
The heat in your lower stomach migrates to your inner thighs and you can’t ignore the wetness anymore. Your hands brush his chest until they find a way to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. When you look down, you wonder how his pants did not explode. It’s so big you can’t wait to feel it inside of your drenched walls. But you’ve got something else in mind for him.
You kneel. He stares at you from above which makes him sexier than ever. He grabs your hair into an improvised ponytail. You take his member with your hand, slowly lick every inch of it, bottom to its wet tip, before shoving it in your mouth. Roger groans and lets go of the tension. You start moving a little bit, your hand follows your movement and you let your tongue play with it. It feels so freaking good. How can it feel so good? It’s unreal.
You look up to find him already looking down on you, mouth open, eyebrows frowned, wild blonde hair that he keeps pushing from his face. You want to hear his voice again, so you really shove it, deeper, until you feel it in your throat. The most beautiful sound comes to your ear while you’re trying to stay still. You would be moaning so loudly if he wasn’t in your mouth.
“Love, may I help you with my hand?”
You know exactly what he’s referring to because the grip on your hair gets tighter. You nod obviously, eager to see a glimpse of dom Roger.
You resume your sucking and moaning. You’re so dirty, he says, and with that, he thrusts his hard cock deep into your throat. You’ve never been taken care of like this. He’s intense, but not too quick, enjoying your wet mouth between each thrust. You can’t ignore it anymore; you’re drenched.
He gives it a little more strength before he finally pulls out. You can finally breathe. You hadn’t realised you couldn’t, you were too focused on the way he filled your mouth. You’re both panting - not for the same reason though.
“Come here, Y/N.”
He helps you back up, but doesn’t spare a second to pick you up and place you on the edge of the control table. He undresses your lower body, throwing your underwear in the room, and you lift your shirt to unravel your perfect tits, as he says.
“Roger, please, I need you in me, you whine. - Fuck, Y/N…”
He brings his hard cock towards your entrance and moans at the wetness of it. Slowly, he goes in while leaning in to kiss you, but you can't stop moaning, even against his lips. For a second, he intensifies the kiss and goes as deep as he can inside of you. You grab him by the shoulders, by his neck, ready to exhale due to the pleasure but he surprises you when he starts going faster, deeper, and groans while he fills you in really good. He grabs you by the back of your neck and goes faster. He doesn’t miss one opportunity to make you scream.
He slows down and locks his eyes into yours. His movements are like torture. So slow. The wet sounds fill the air and mix with your heavy breaths. He resumes kissing your lips then slowly goes down your neck. Oh my God, he's so hard. You're so hard, Roger. His lips go down and finally find their way to your breast. He licks your hard nipples and you let out the loudest moan while he's fucking you good. He licks them again and grabs your tits in his hand before whispering in your ear:
“You're such a little cunt…”
You don't think you've ever been this wet at the sound of someone's voice. Roger just knows how to make you horny for him and the thought of being his little cunt makes you so aroused that you forget how to breathe properly. The thrusts fill you again, and again, and again before you eventually feel it coming; your hands grab tightly onto him and you desperately look for his eyes before you manage to say:
“I'm coming, Rog…”
The world stops turning for a second. But he doesn’t stop. He’s harder than ever and your mind is completely empty. Your stomach tightens as well as your inner walls The air has left your lungs and your heart just might come out of your chest.
And then the tension just explodes in a loud moan. He's still going hard, frowning his eyebrows and you suspect he's not too far either. Every movement he gives you is like an electric choc that makes the pleasure last longer. It's like a wave of relief that takes over your whole body. You take his hand and place it on your tit before locking eyes with him.
“Don't stop looking at me, you tell him.”
He doesn't. In fact, he's as deep in your eyes as in your pussy and he feels like he's losing control over his own body. He’s going fucking crazy. Absolutely feral for you. He gives you a few more powerful thrusts before he pulls out and spits his thick semen on your stomach. You hear again his raspy voice groaning and he finally stops moving.
His forehead is pressed against yours and for some reason you both can't stop smiling. He leans in and kisses you, softly this time. His lips are so soft, gosh.
Roger helps you clean up and picks up your clothes on the floor to help you with that too. How was this man a literal beast moments ago and acts like the sweetest man alive?
You're both fully clothed now, cheeks still pink, and he takes it upon himself to make your hair look presentable. Roger grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer to him.
“I wish I had more time to actually taste you. You were so wet for me.”
But you don't have time to answer because you both hear footsteps approaching, and the door opens with Peter. A little bit disappointed, you let go of each other but not without a shy smile.
“Y/N? You're still here? Don't you have work to do?”
You hurry to the door, worried he might notice the state of your hair and make-up.
“I asked her to stay so I wouldn’t get bored.”
You don’t need to see him to picture the smirk on his face. Although, before you go, you look back and catch him already smiling at you.
#smut#70's#70's smut#rogertaylor#roger taylor#bohemian rhapsody#roger taylor imagine#roger taylor smut#roger taylor Y/N
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Granny Takes A Trip (I love this one) 👑💖
#velvetpants#queen#queenart#queen fanart#freddiemercury#freddie mercury fanart#brianmay#brian may fanart#rogertaylor#roger taylor fanart#johndeacon#john deacon fanart#art#artists on tumblr#digital#digital art#fanart#my art#my post
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Today, on 9th september, 1969Ibex band played 'The Sink', Liverpool, UK
- Freddie's first gig, with Brian May and Roger Taylor in attendance and taking the stage together for first time for the encore
(Ibex was a pre-Queen band consisting of Freddie Bulsara (Mercury) on vocals, Mike Bersin on guitar, John Taylor on bass, and Mick Smith on drums)
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Save a prayer Duran Duran
#duran duran#duranduran#simonlebon#johntaylor#nickrhodes#rogertaylor#andy taylor#80smusic#80s icons#80s#80s music#80s aesthetic#80s rock#new wave#new romantics
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𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴
After cuddling on the couch watching a movie, it becomes more intense when multiple kisses get involved.
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(nsfw!)
I was laying on John's chest, continuing to watch the movie that we both had put on. I could hear his giggles when he found the movie funny. It made me smile. I could hear his breathing and his heartbeat as I continued to watch the movie. Once the movie had ended, I got up from his chest, noticing his eyes looking straight at me instead of the television screen. He had a small smile, it was as though he was admiring me. “Are you tired, darling?” He continued to admire me, it made me feel like a mess. I shook my head no, smiling back at him. “No. Was someone distracted while watching the movie?” John went red a bit, throughout watching it, I could feel as though someone was watching me, and by then I instantly knew it was John. He let out a quiet “Maybe” looking away to hide his face. I made him look at me, locking eye contact with him before giving him a small kiss on his lips.
Once I had pulled away he pulled me back in for more. Instead of laying on him now, I was sitting, with one of his hands caressing my hip. My hands cupped his face, with the one kiss I gave, turning into more. His other hand lay on my hips as well, it was as though we couldn’t pull away from each other. I know for certain I didn’t want to pull away, and neither did he. He was wearing sweatpants and a black tee. He slowly started to move my hips, rubbing on his sweatpants, and with every kiss, I could feel it getting harder. He looked up, a flustered mess, trying to not make eye contact with me. I couldn’t help but be a mess when I saw it. I touched it gently, and his whimpering got louder. I could hear a soft “Y/n…” leave his lips. I can’t lie, I loved seeing him like this. He was a mess. He was usually the dominant one, but now, the roles had switched.
“What do you want, John? Tell me.” I could tell he couldn’t speak for a second, he was a mess. I couldn’t help but smirk a bit. “You aren’t going to tell me? Fine…let’s watch another movie.” I went to grab the remote before he spoke again. “T-touch me.” I couldn’t help but be speechless. “What?” “Touch me, please.” I felt my cheeks go red. I was frozen. It wasn’t until he moved my hand lower, and lower, pulling his sweatpants lower and putting my hand on it. It wasn’t until then his whimpers became moans, as if the slow strokes were enough to please him fully. He was looking away, he was fully red, it was beautiful to see him such a mess. He couldn’t even form full sentences. “Look at me John,” I couldn’t help but like being dominant. “Or I’ll stop, I could leave you easily like this.” He moved his head, looking directly at me. I couldn’t help but mumble “fuck” under my breath. I wanted all of him. I went near him, giving him small kisses. It wasn’t until he stopped me stroking him, pushing me on the side, making him go on top of me now. He smirked, I knew what was going to happen. I wasn’t the one in control now.
He took off my underwear and shorts, positioning my legs on the side of his hips. “Did my girl think she was in control?” I didn’t even know what to say. He put himself inside of me, with a loud moan leaving my mouth before he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to make you feel good, darling.” Thrusting after those words left his mouth. He was kissing and sucking on my neck, leaving hickies. I tried to cover my mouth, but before I could he had pinned my arms to the side. He wanted me to moan loudly. When he knew I wouldn’t move my hands, he brought one down, rubbing me so I could climax. I couldn’t handle it, I wanted all of him. My mouth was left agape, he moved from my neck, making eye contact with me, before going down and kissing me. I was trying to kiss back, but with every thrust, it was difficult to. I was moaning into his mouth. I could feel his deep breaths, his hair had gotten messy quickly. Instead of having my hands by my side, I had them on his black and blonde mullet, gripping it. I couldn’t even begin to describe how I felt. “J-john..please-” One hand had trailed to his back, gripping his shirt. “You’ll come when I do, do you understand?” “Y-yes..” He had smirked again, he knew his power over me.
I could tell either way he was gonna cum sooner or later, and I was right, and I knew I was too. He had stopped kissing me, and pulled out, moaning into my neck. He pulled his sweatpants up, before sitting up and grabbing my shorts and underwear, which had been on the floor. He put them back on. We were both out of breath, smiling and blushing messes. He placed a kiss on my lips. “Are you okay?” It was astounding how quick he could change from dominant to the sweet, loving boyfriend. “Yea.” I smiled, catching my breath. He gave me more small kisses before saying “I love you.”
I was on his chest, cuddling him again. Only this time, I was actually tired. I could hear John quietly say “You’re so beautiful.” I looked up at him, while he looked down at me, with a smile. “Even when I’m a mess?” He giggled. “Even when you’re a mess.” I couldn’t help myself but smile. I moved up to give him a small kiss. He had made me feel like the luckiest person in the world. “Especially if it’s me making you a mess, no?” I giggled into his chest, covering my face, nodding. I knew he was still staring at me. “It’s a question, y/n.” I looked up, smiling so full it could hurt. “Yes, especially that. Can I rest now?” He nodded, with his hands holding me tightly. I laid on his chest, hearing his heartbeat and his breathing again, it made me feel like I was home. It was then I slowly fell asleep, and when I woke up, I saw a beautiful boy asleep as well. I didn’t want to move, because if I did I could’ve woken him up easily. So I just laid there, admiring him.
#duranduran#johntaylor#andytaylor#simonlebon#rogertaylor#nickrhodes#80s#duran duran smut#john taylor smut#john taylor x y/n#john taylor x reader
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I love him so much. Even more than he loves his car🤭
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One of my favorite moments from my favorite Queen concerts. Wembley 1986 2nd night
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John Taylor & Roger Taylor, Circa 1980s.
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Queen playing tennis in 1975 at Ridge Farm
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nda: I have no idea what I'm supposed to say, there's no title, no description, no end to this kinky piece, enjoy (maybe).
TW: drug use, very explicit.
He was blessed with the voice of an angel, he sounded like a mythical creature, the favourite of the Gods. I was mezmerised by the rasp of his low voice and the clear sound of his falsettos. He was hitting the notes just right. He was hitting me just about right. Everytime he opened his mouth and came close to the microphone, I felt on the edge of a cliff, and I had only one thought in mind : falling. Please, I was begging, I want to fall. In your voice, in your arms, in your soul. Bring me down with you, I can’t bare the edging. Everytime a sound would leave his throat, I could feel, for just a singular moment, not one more, him inside of me, overwhelming me with his grandiosity. The feeling was burning me, eating me alive. The warmth between my legs would not stop intensifying because I refused to look anywhere else than his wet mouth. When he stuck his tongue out, I grasped for air. I could only imagine what he was capable of doing with his lizzard-like tongue. And his hands. Oh my god. I did not notice his hands. Nor the way he was holding the long sticks so firmly. I felt the muscular tension in his entire body, hitting his drums, moving his head on rythm with the song, performing with his whole body and all of it, this building tension, came out as the most perfect high pitch sound. I felt like I could die, right now, looking at him, feeling him all over me, his sweat, his soul-cracking voice, both of his veiny hands holding me in the air as I’m waiting for the sky to fall upon me.
I was wondering how this man could have ended on Earth. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to feel what I was feeling, but I just couldn’t stop myself, nor did I want to restrain myself. His wild blonde wavy hair covering his face as he played brought some of the tension up to my chest, a strange tinggling feeling covering my breast. I was not wearing a bra, and I could feel my nipples harden through my tee-shirt. I just knew by looking at him that it would turn him on. He would not be able to look away from my white slightly see-through crop top. Maybe it would turn him on so much that he would want me to keep it, but he seemed like the kind of guy to like looking at boobs while he fucked you. I was drooling. Fuck. Fuck me right now. Please. Use that pretty voice of yours to tell me obsenities. But I just can’t look away now. The only sound resonating was the beat of the drums, he was hitting them so smoothly and yet with so much strenght. And when the music stops, he talks, and I feel like he’s looking at me with his big blue doll eyes saying “The next one is really loud”, like he knows how horny I am right now, telling me “Hold on tight, love. Soon I’ll make you go loud.”
And that’s what he did. He did not seem surprised at all when I found my way to his dressing room. I saw Roger’s name and knocked. He had been waiting for me all this time. He was still in his attire, a red open shirt sitting nicely on his shoulders, revealing his flesh. On the opposite side of the room, I was standing still, closed door behind me, with my hard nipples pointing right at him through my shirt. I was right, he couldn’t look away. He kept staring at me, stripping me with his gaze. Without a single word, he invites me to sit on his on one of his laps, his legs were so open, directing his crotch at me. So I sit down, quitley, I nod, he reaches for a glass plate covered in fairy dust. I could still see my reflection through the white lines he drew just a second ago, like a true artist. He sniffs one line, hands the mirror plate to me. I sniff too. One big line. I feel some pressure in my cavities but it doesn’t take me a long time to fucking feel everything. I am so horny right now just by the way he's staring at my lips, I feel how he wants to shove it deep inside my throat, feel the wetness and warmth of it. He brings his hand to my pretty face and uses his thumb to clean my poudered nose. He then puts it in my mouth. He puts it deep, deep, deeper, and I suck it because oh my god I am loving this I don’t ever want it to stop. “Hearing my voice made you this horny, love?”
I let out a sigh while he’s still in my mouth. He must have noticed because he raises an eyebrow and smiles very slightly while taking it out. He puts his two veiny hands, oh my god his hands, on my broad hips and grabs me so I can climb on top of him. I feel my pulse pounding in my pussy as soon as I sense how hard his crotch is. Yet all I can seem to think about are his beautiful soft lips. They look so silky and pink, and they must taste so good. “Roger, I would give anything for just one kiss.” I whine and he looks satisfied knowing how much power he has on me. He humidifies them. It’s like he’s doing it to my lips, my lower lips, but no, he’s only licking his own and stares, once again, at my chest. Just like I imagined, he is tourmented : hard nipples pointing through a see-through tee-shirt, or bouncy naked breast while fucking. I can feel how worked up he is by now. His pants are looking dangerously tigh, like he’s about to explode right now. And as I was staring at his crotch, he holds my breast with both of his hands and brings his wet mouth to me. I feel his tongue on my hard nipples, I fucking feel him making me wet. He lets his saliva all over my shirt and gives me a taste of what torture means to him. I look down on him and meet his vicious eyes, I am whining, I want him to suck on my tits. He must feel this unbearable tension because he lifts my white shirt up and I let out the most beautiful moan when his tongue encounters my pinkish nipple. I moan, and I touch his hair, his beautiful blonde hair, I can't believe I'm touching his gorgeous hair, and it's so soft, like foam. My boobs feel so big right now in his mouth. He is licking all over them with his very long tongue. I moan again and let out a whine when I feel him bite my nipple. It's so much, too much, and yet it doesn't feel like I’ve had enough. I haven't fallen yet. I want more from him, I want his filthy hands all over me.
“You look so good” he says with his raspy voice. I didn't know my cheeks could feel any hotter but my face was burning. I glance at him while I can't help to let out louder moans but I want more. I need more. I need to feel him. He seems surprised when I hold his face while I get up to face him. My boobs feel so tight and my nipples so hard and wet, but looking at him makes me forget about everything. I get down on my knees and observe him while I open his pants, his very tight pants. But I can't look away. He is staring at me with his pretty eyes and he looks so fuckable with his blonde messy hair. Before I even realize it, he gets up and rips off his pants to show me his cock. It really feels like he wanted to show me how big it was and how good looking and how gorgeous and so him. His cock looked so slutty and needy. I found that little drop of precum so so hot. It's like it was whining for me. He takes his penis in his hand and points it at my mouth, already open and wet and warm for him. He stared deep into my eyes before asking “Do you want me to fuck your pretty mouth pretty hard?” and it made me drool. “Yes Roger” was all I could say and it was enough for him to shove it in my throat.
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Innuendo Roger Taylor 💫
#rogertaylor#roger taylor fanart#roger taylor queen#art#artists on tumblr#digital art#innuendo#my art#my post#queen#queen art#freddie mercury#brian may#john deacon
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Today - September 13th, 1973 - Queen Story!
Queen perform at the Golder's Green Hippodrome, London, UK
'Queen I' Tour
👉 It can be considered the opening show of their first promotional tour
👉 BBC recorded for later broadcast as part of their radio Concert series.
Pic: July 1973 - Queen posing
📷 Photographer © Michael Putland
#freddie mercury#queen band#london#zanzibar#legend#queen#brian may#john deacon#rogertaylor#michael putland#1973#queentour
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Roger Taylor looking insanely beautiful x
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February 27, 1984: Queen released The Works.
Interviews
📽️ https://youtu.be/6xOhAHdF96E 📺
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The original CIRCUS Magazine Official Website is👇
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Hi :)
I hope you are well. May I request a John Taylor x Reader where the reader is a bassist for a rival band and they meet during the Live Aid recording and he’s smitten on the spot and asks her out
Hello! Hope you are doing well as well :) So I totally LOVE LOVE LOVE this idea and this whole day I honestly couldn’t stop having ideas for it! I hope you do enjoy as I did writing this ! <3
"The Bassist"
words: 1k
It was 1984 and we were going into the studio with what you knew to be other bands. Bob had contacted us to join as well and how could we say no to it? It was for the right reasons and we wanted to help in any way possible. So when we first came into the studio seeing it full, coming into the studio surrounded by cameras, it wasn’t shocking. Bob was the first person to instantly welcome us and with open arms too. “Do you guys want anything before we start recording?” Bob said, I looked at my band members. “I think we’ll all take water.” I said, with a smile, and with that we followed his way to get water.
After that, we just talked to each other and if people came up to us, we would talk to them. I remember sweetly talking to George Michael, and he was the nicest person ever. He had my type of humor, and that made things only better. The energy in the room was beautiful, and it could only get better from there. You couldn’t help but smile all the time, everyone there was so amazing and I just honestly wanted to be friends with all of them. “Y/n, did you notice Duran Duran is here?” I could hear my guitarist say, I was silent. It seemed like for years now we had been fighting for #1 on charts when we had singles, which coincidentally would release sometimes around the same times, and I hadn’t talked to them at all. I sighed, “Should I say hi to one of them?” I took a sip of my water, if I was gonna say hi to one of them it would most likely be Simon. See, I had no clue where my drummer or keyboardist had gone, but what I assumed was that they were talking to other band members, or playing music with them. “I’ll come with you if you want to, I mean you have to admit, they have good music.” I nodded. “But it doesn’t feel bad to have a #1 against them does it?” My smile was large.
I walked my way with my guitarist to say hi to Simon and I could see that his band members were by him as well. They had been talking to each other and when they could see I was going their way, they had stopped their conversation. I can’t lie, I was a bit nervous. “Well, hello. How are you all?” Simon showed me a smile. “Well, I’m doing well, it’s nice to meet you. I didn’t think you would come and say hi to us.” I could feel all their eyes on me, which made me even more nervous, but I still wanted to look confident. “Well that would just be rude, wouldn’t it? Well, I just wanted to say hi.” I showed them a smile, before going away. I looked at my guitarist, “Could it show that I was a nervous wreck?” All she could do was laugh. “Didn’t you notice? It seemed like John had eyes for you.” I rolled my eyes. “You know what, let’s just focus on recording this single, hm?”
Once the song had been recorded, it was time to go. I remember putting my bass guitar away and waiting for the other members. I was saying my goodbyes to everyone, knowing I would probably see them again. That’s when I saw a tall figure with a striped shirt come my way, it was John. When he came my way, he had a cheeky smile, one that could make me smile myself. “I wasn’t able to speak to you after you left.” He kept his smile. “Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would want to talk to me.” He had a tall figure, so I was looking up to him for most of the time. “I did, I’m a big fan of your music.” I could feel my smile growing, no matter how many times I got complimented on my music, I couldn’t help but have a small smile on it. “Really? Is that why you were staring at me earlier? Because my music was so good?” I could see that once I said that, he was a nervous wreck. His cheeks had become flustered. He had become silent for a split second. “Maybe I just wanted to focus on you.” His eyes had been focused on me and me only from the second he had started talking to me, it made me feel nervous.
I didn’t know what to say, and I know he could tell I was speechless. I mean what was I supposed to do? Even then, it felt like I couldn’t think, I had no clue why I was this nervous, I was fine talking to Simon in front of him. I looked around for my band members, it seemed as though they were nowhere to be found. “I just wanted to know if you were willing to hang out with me one day.” “Are you asking me on a date?” He began stuttering.
“Yes, I am. When are you free?” “Follow me.” He followed my way as I searched for paper and a pen. When I did, I wrote my number. “We’ll discuss it…and maybe more…” I smiled, and he smiled too. That’s when our conversation got interrupted by my band members, it was time to go. “I’ll see you soon then, Y/n.” I smiled, before I left. I couldn’t help but smile so much. When we had left the building, that’s when the questions started flooding in. “Does someone have a date with John Taylor?” I covered my face. “Maybe I do, what about it?”
Once I got home, I changed clothes, and was finally able to relax. When the phone rang, I knew who it was instantly. “Hello?” I said, with a smile forming. “It’s John, are you free this weekend or next? I want to know when I’ll see you next time.”
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