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Hormones - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader FanFiction
Summary/AN: I initially intended this to be smut or implied smut, but it came out rather fluffy. I might write a part two if people are interested. The reader is horny and on her period, and has something to share with Roger.
Warnings: mention of periods and pregnancy (non-descrip.), sexual innuendos, etc. Mainly fluff.
Word count: Aprox. 700
Only four months into your relationship you had a pregnancy scare with Roger. Luckily, it was just your period acting up due to stress, but you still decided to go on birth control. Birth control is more acceptable these days, so you were able to get prescribed it rather easily.
Your doctor said, if you’re lucky your period will stop completely. You still got yours but the pill helped regulate your cramps and lowered your flow a bit. You still had horrendous mood swings. Whenever you were in your period you would get insanely horny as well. Hormones are hormones, what would you expect?
You got your monthly yesterday and let Roger know. He always seems a little bummed when you get it, partly because that meant most sexual things were off the table, but also because it pained him to see you in pain.
Roger was sat on the couch, T.V. on a low volume as he flips through a magazine. “These reporters are rubbish. They aren’t reporting anything!” he scowled as he read through the article about the band.
You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving his cheek a quick peck. “Whatcha doing?” you ask, and Roger tosses the magazine away.
“Just reading complete and utter lies,” he mumbles, giving the magazine a side eye. He brushes off the ill feelings about the article and turns his head to meet yours, quickly kissing your lips.
“What’s up?” he asks, and you smile. “Nothing much,” you explain. You find your way around the couch and land in Roger lap.
“I know you’re in your period, Y/N,” he says. “You know how I feel about that stuff.” Roger wasn’t entirely grossed out by menstruation, but he felt that you should be taken care of and rest while on your period, not handled like some one night stand.
“Okay, Mr. Jumping-to-conclusion,” you huff. Roger rolls his eyes with a smile. “I’m not saying that you had that intention, but you know how riled up I get when you sit on my lap like this,”
He was right. If you were him, you wouldn’t be able to resist when you had a breathtaking girl straddling your hips who wouldn’t hesitate to start grinding on you at any moment.
You shrug. “Well sorry that I want to show my beautiful boyfriend some love and affection,” you say, crossing your arms in a dramatic way, and Roger laughs. “Don’t be like that,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss which breaks you out of your bit.
“What can I help you with, love?” he asks. You wrap your arms around his neck again, gently gazing into his.
“I want to have a baby,”
Rogers' soft gaze turns wide. “Y-you want to have a baby?” he stammers his words as he confirms your question. You nod and your smile slowly fades. “Do you not want one?” you ask. Roger quickly shakes his head. “No, no. Of course I want a baby. I’d love to have a baby,” his hands slowly move down to your stomach where your child would be resting. “I just- got caught off guard,” he explains.
You smile at his hands on your stomach, imagining you round with his child. “I want your baby.”
“Is this because you’re horny?” he questions. “Maybe,” you say. “But who says a baby has to be made out of pure, non-sexual love, and not lust?”
Roger nods at your point. “Well you’re going to have to stop taking your pills if you’re serious about this,” he explains. “I’m serious,” you tell him.
You've been thinking about this for a long time, actually. Even before you began dating you imagined yourself round with Rogers child, and his strong arms wrapped around to cup your stomach.
His lips suddenly crash with yours. He smiled against the kiss, humming as his hands moved up to grip your hair lovingly. You breathlessly part from the kiss. Roger leans his forehead against yours. “We’re gonna have a baby…” he whispers, and you smile. “Mhm…” you hum as his hands gently hold the non-existence fetus in your stomach. “You’re gonna be the best daddy there ever was…”
You hear a small snicker from Roger. “Trying to get me even more riled up?” he jokes. You hit his shoulder and laugh. “Shut up,” you say. He grins and gives you another kiss. “And you’re going to be the best mommy in the world, I promise…”
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90sheartsclub · 6 months
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Freddie Mercury with his cats.
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freddie-mercuryy · 13 days
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Queen in 1977
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my feed could not have had better timing
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killerqueen509 · 1 month
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chaoskirin · 2 months
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A stained glass window design featuring the best band in the world, Queen! This is one of my favorite pieces.
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sabrinasideblog · 2 months
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this is objectively the funniest picture of queen on stage because
1. what the fuck are they wearing??? roger in frills??? john serving hot dad???
2. what is freddie doing and why is brian just standing there
3. the stage is so big and yet they are SO close to each other
4. no seriously why is brian just looking at him like that
5. there is no song in their entire discography that requires freddie to be doing that much but i love him for it
6. idk the context but i’m guessing they’re not playing live??? rogers drum kit is so tiny you can actually see him behind it
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rogers-rainbow-radio · 2 months
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Roger 'known for the hugeness of my gong' Taylor
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queenband · 3 months
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I can’t with these two
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Friends will be friends - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader (Chapter One)
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Summary: Roger and the reader are best friends, and friends must always be there for each other, even if stronger feelings come into play.
AN: I randomly thought of this while getting something from the fridge. Chapter two coming later today.
Warnings: Mention of breaking up, sad Roger, comforting, no swearing (surprisingly?), hidden feelings, friends to lovers
Word count: <1k
Enjoy!
On a Saturday night, you sat alone in your flat, slumped on the couch with a fashion magazine. You were expecting a drunken call from your best friend, Roger, complaining about how you didn't come and how you were missing out. You've known Roger for a long time. You were the best of friends.
Your girlfriends, and even some guys, have questioned how you are able to befriend such an attractive man while not attempting to date him. The truth was that you had feelings for Roger. You tried to deny your feelings for him, but there was nothing you could do about who you were and who you weren't attracted to.
You promptly answer the phone when it rings. "What's up?" you say into the receiver, assuming it's Roger. On the other end, you can hear heavy breathing, as if the person was hyperventilating. “Roger? "Are you there?" you inquire. "Jo... she..." he sobs, his breathing becomes uncontrollable. "Can you tell me what happened? Take your time," you say as you guide Roger through his breathing.
"She- she broke up with me," he mumbles. Would Jo really do something like that? They appeared to be a happy couple from your perspective. What could have caused that to happen?  "I'll be there right away. Are you home?" you inquire, and he hums. "Y-yeah, yeah, I'm back home." You say your goodbyes quickly and walk out the door. You speed over to Rogers, almost hitting three red lights in the process. 
You gained entry into his flat. Roger is curled up on the floor below where the phone is hung on the wall. You sprint over to him, taking him into your arms and letting him cry into your shoulder. You whisper soothing words of "It's going to be okay," and "I've got you."
Roger's agonizing sobs made your heart ache. Roger has never been struck by such emotion before. You had no notion that he could be so vulnerable.
You managed to get him onto the couch and off the hardwood floor. You take a pillow and place it on your lap while he rests his head on it. "I thought she loved me..." he murmured. As he speaks, you try not to cry. "Some people simply lose love, and there is nothing we can do about it. We're all human, and people change. But that doesn't mean there isn't someone else for you out there."
You adored Roger wholeheartedly. He had been your shoulder to cry on all these years, and now he had yours. You could confess your feelings for him and pour your heart out to him, but you wouldn't allow yourself to do it. You had feelings for Roger, but you were also his best friend. He could have called one of the guys, but instead, he called you because he knew you were always there for him.
Roger sniffles and wipes his eyes away as his sobs subside. "What if I don't find somebody?" 
"Perhaps they're looking for you." Your fingers run gently through his hair, and he hums at the soothing sensation. His breath smelled strongly of alcohol. You weren't surprised he was drinking. Roger had a minor drinking problem that coincided with his love of partying.  "Come on, let's get you up and into bed." He groans like a child, but you manage to get him to his room and put him down. "I should go home now, but I'm always around to talk. Okay?” 
“Stay,” he says. “What?” you ask, genuinely confused. “I- I can fix up the extra room if you want. I just don't want to be alone. Please don't leave me.” the desperation in his voice brings tears to your eyes. The room was far too dim for him to see. 
“I’ll stay. Roll over," you say. You lie down behind him as he rolls onto his side. You spoon him gently from behind, and he melts into your embrace. “Get some sleep, okay?” Roger gives a nod. You exchange a quick 'goodnight' before he drifts off to sleep. But you stay awake, staring into the back of his head as tears well up in your eyes with the fear of being only seen as a friend. Read Chapter Two -> Here
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stressoutlet · 8 months
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I feel like so many good omens fans are headcannoning Crowley being friends with Freddie Mercury, that they're forgetting the way funnier option: the Bentley being obsessed with Roger Taylor after hearing that man sing I'm In Love With My Car
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Queen in The 70s - 80s
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I love how Brian always tries to sugarcoat his statements or look for the silver lining while Roger just Does Not Care
Brian: Top of the Pops that was a great opportunity that really helped us, oh and this video was quite cool despite the tunnel, oh and this song was maybe not our strongest but I’m proud of it, I’m really glad the people like this other song even if it reminds me of an uncertain or questionable time
Roger Taylor: oh god Top of the Pops that was AWFUL, it was run by OLD PEOPLE who knew NOTHING, TERRIBLE, and god I HATE this video we all look so stupid oh and we have a musical so enjoy that or don’t, I don’t care I hate musicals and THIS GUY we had an interview with was an ASSHOLE by the way also here’s an extremely angry letter written to an entire magazine on a plane motion sickness bag basically telling them to F off
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Freddy and cat 🤴🏻🐈‍⬛
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Queen at ridge farm with dogs 1975 🐶
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