I Want To Break Free

Fastidious and precise

[debdarkpetal]

[mrbenhardys]

Ben Hardy & Joe Mazzello being absolute savages on Gwil’s expense.

(This sounds like a summary for a fanfic and I ain’t even mad.)

[flickofthewrist]

“The whole album is a fantasy, ‘cause it sounds like the four of us are there altogether having fun and making the album, but for most of the time when you’re listening that’s not the case, you know, it is built to sound that way”. – Brian May about Made In Heaven (1995)

[readyfreddie]

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Queen in the studio in 1975 making Bohemian Rhapsody

[passthekey-deactivated20230920]

“FUCK.”

“Oh FUCK it.”

“Ha ha ha ha ha did you hear that?”

“It’s so fucking hot in here”

[ledgenhaal]

bUm cHuM PisH

[huttonmercury]

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Roger: We can’t slow down! Freddie: (laughs) Right, take two. Brian: I’m trying to slow it a little down— Roger: Well it doesn’t need slowing down, it’s— god, it’s creeping at the moment! Freddie: (laughs) Alright, try— Roger: God, it was so slow! And it was getting even slower. You always try to play this like I’ve never— Freddie: Take two! John: You’re playing the fucking twelve string. Freddie: Take two. John: (laughs) Roger: (fed up) ALRIGHT THEN, I’ll follow you! Brian: (mocks Roger by making crying noises) Freddie: Right, take two.

[captainkirbydach-archive-deacti]

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Roger: *does that thing with his voice*

Freddie: I hate you, bitch

[one-hysterical-queen]

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I know there are many people that have never listen to the recording of Bohemian Rhapsody, especially Roger’s voice so here are some of the parts he sang. Bless yourself and listen but be careful with the volume, we’re talking about Roger Taylor after all

[radio-ha-ha]

HOW IS HE DOING THIS

[meddrowse]

It feels like sex was invented in 1977 during this Queen concert in London. 

[just-my-sickly-pride]

Ask Nicely || Roger Taylor x fem!Reader

summary || you and Brian have been friends-with-benefits for almost five months now, and things are going great. and then his housemate Roger finds out your secret - that you like calling Brian ‘daddy’ from time to time - and things definitely take a turn for the worse. the relentless teasing almost unbearable, until you realise that maybe Roger’s just jealous. guess it’s time to find out. modern day au. college au.

rating || explicit. 18+ only. do not read if you are under eighteen. daddy kink, some dom/sub dynamics. there’s also some Brian x reader at the beginning of the fic.

word count || 18.8k. oops.

author’s notes || the sequel to ‘the old college try’ that no one, not even me, was expecting - but it can be read on its own. requested by @hannafuckingsucks​ about thirty years ago (i’m so sorry for the wait). i know it’s not exactly what you requested, but i quite like how it turned out in the end, so i hope you like it too!

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[just-my-sickly-pride]

Deep End || Roger Taylor x fem!Reader

summary || a week ago, roger asked you to be his friends-with-benefits. you invite him over to tell him your decision. things escalate, of course. modern day au. college au.

rating || explicit (18+). do not read if you are under eighteen. sub!roger, soft dom!reader, orgasm denial.

word count || 6.8k.

author’s notes || and here’s the next instalment in the try series! this one is set after ‘ask nicely’. i know, a lot of roger, but there’s more brian on its way too. if you haven’t read any other parts, it’s fine, this can be read on its own, if you don’t mind being a lil confused about certain details and conversations. there is mentioning of brian x reader. and i finally remembered to add on my tag list!

tag list || @drowseoftaylor​ @mrs-jack-murphy​ @bellas2silly​ @delilahmay39​

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[onegoldenglance]

Radio Ga Ga close ups

[stormtrprinstilettos]

“I know another secret about you.” - (Single Dad)Roger x Reader (smut)

Two in a week? Wow.

SERIES MASTERLIST HERE

Language. Smut. Age gap. Everything but angst. 18+ dammit.

Summary: Mr. Taylor hires you to babysit his two kids, and, well, you know… (Reader is of age!! – I know if I don’t clarify this someone will have something to say.)

[A/N: Okay so I guess we’re going to have an actual story here. Multiple people have requested some of this, so… here we go. You’re not getting another one until next week as long as this one goes over 300 notes too. 😉]

Dinner with your parents was never anything you looked forward to, but tonight was especially hard. The nagging was almost intolerable and it took everything in you to not cause a scene in the middle of the restaurant. Why your mother insisted on coming to The Ivy is beyond you, but you’re not paying, so you can’t complain too much. Of course, it gave her ammunition to use against you if you did complain about anything, like when you pleaded with them to stop asking a million questions about why you and your boyfriend broke up. “Y/N, we brought you to this fancy restaurant. The least you can do is talk to us,” she groaned. “He’s such a nice boy, and he comes from such a nice family…” You tune her out and your eyes start wandering around to see if there’s anything else to start a conversation about. And just when you take a bite of your salad, you start to feel nauseous, and it’s not because your father is talking about the polo-playing son of his business partner who just so happens to be single.

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[stormtrprinstilettos]

“I don’t like to share.” - (Single Dad) Roger x Reader (smut)

Here’s more of your filth, girls.

Summary: Mr. Taylor hires you to babysit his two kids. (Reader is of age!! – I know if I don’t clarify this someone will have something to say.)

Language. Smut. Age gap. Everything. 18+ for god’s sake and if I find out you’re under 18 and reading or requesting anything I’m blocking you. 💕

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[A/N: Here’s more filth because I don’t think this series can offer much more than that unless more people start requesting fluffy stuff. Oh, and there’s more interaction with the kids in this one since I’m apparently not doing that enough. (Haha) Oh! And yes, backstage at Live Aid… it’s in here.]

“No, Roger,” you giggle. “I have to go.” You woke up to him playfully rubbing all over your body, really not wanting to get up because you’re still exhausted from last night. “I have things I need to take care of today.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t do another day,” he mumbles as his head is buried in your neck. “We aren’t practicing today so I’ll be home.” You’re trying to push him away… well, not really, but you’re pretending to make an effort. “Come on, the girls won’t be up for another…”

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[stormtrprinstilettos]

“Be a good girl, now.” - Roger x Reader (filthy smut)

Here’s more of your single dad Roger, ladies! 18+ only!

{Part 1 here}

Language. Smut. (Because I can’t seem to write without either.) Age gap. Everything.

Summary: Mr. Taylor hires you to babysit his two kids. (For argument’s sake, Reader is 18/19/20… whatever you want her to be, so she’s legal – I know if I don’t clarify this someone will have something to say.)

[A/N: Guess we have a series now. This is dedicated to all the thirsty bitches out there who encourage me to write filth like this. I hope you’re happy with yourselves.]

You should have been in class, but you can never say “no” to Mr. Taylor, which is why you begged your professor to let you take the exam with the class before yours. She was a hard bitch to deal with, but luckily for you, you can be quite the convincing actress when you need to be. Feigning some mysterious illness that you needed to have tests run for wasn’t you’re proudest moment, but she bought it, and you were able to finish early and rush to the Taylor household to take care of the kids while daddy goes and practices with the band. And since it’s warm out today, you can wear that cute new sundress you bought yesterday without any ulterior motive.

Don’t kid yourself. You wore it with a single purpose in mind, and you hoped like hell it was going to work.

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[stormtrprinstilettos]

“Will you please call me Roger?” - Roger x (fem) Reader (smut)

Here it is, girls. Here’s your single dad Roger story.

18+ only for God’s sake.

Language. Smut. (Because I can’t seem to write without either.) Age gap. And you know what else? Even a little bit of fluff. I’m combining everything that was requested into one story.

Summary: Mr. Taylor hires you to babysit his two kids. (For argument’s sake, Reader is 18, so she’s legal – I know if I don’t clarify this someone will have something to say.)

You’re nervous as hell as you walk up to the front door.

It was late June when he called you the first time. You were anticipating it, but it still caught you off guard when he actually called. The Bradford’s – they lived next door to him – had recommended you to watch the kids and asked if it was okay to give him your number. You didn’t mind at all. It was extra money, and, let’s be real. The money these rich people paid? Better than if you actually got a real job.

“Hi, I’m looking for Y/N? This is Roger. Roger Taylor. I’m neighbors with Anne and Peter Bradford,” he said when you answered the phone. His voice soothing with a slight raspiness. You knew who he was, of course.

“This is Y/N,” you replied, trying not to shriek like a stupid fan girl.

“Oh, good,” he said. “You came highly recommended and I was hoping you were free tomorrow night. I have two girls – they’re harmless, really,” he said with a chuckle. “Maybe around, say, 7 until… I’m not really sure how long.”

Of course, you agreed. No way were you going to turn it down. And now here you are, standing at the front door, the fourth time babysitting for Mr. Taylor’s girls, trying to calm your nerves with deep breathing. You ring the doorbell, and a few seconds later you hear a loud thump inside, deep toned monster roars and giggly shrieking noises. You try not to giggle, but you can’t help it. Suddenly, the door opens wide and before you is standing the cause of your nerves.

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[heavymetallibrarian]

I’ve Got You

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Word Count: ~4,400

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, mentions of domestic violence (but nothing terrible), fluff, handjob, blowjob, more fluff

A/N: (Photos from davidrfuller and trashforqueen) Okay, so, the idea for this fic came to me when @strangeandwonderfulconcepts sent me that first photo and I died. But, the white t-shirt photo is literally my favorite Roger look ever, so that’s what I imagined while writing this. It’s my first smut, so please be nice! Hope you all like it!

“Roger??” You tried to keep your voice steady so he wouldn’t worry. But he knew you far too well for that.

“What’s wrong.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Oh, Roger,” you breathed out, voice shaking.

“Talk to me, love. Are you all right?” His voice was firm, stern even. He always did get more aggressive when he was worried.

You exhaled slowly. “I’m all right. But, um, Andrew and I had a fight?” Your voice was a tiny squeak. “And he got really angry and, uh…” You trailed off as a fresh wave of emotion hit you. “Oh, Roger, I’m just so scared!!” You broke down sobbing into the phone.

Roger inhaled sharply on the other end of the line. “Sit tight. I’m coming.”

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[strangeandwonderfulconcepts]

Drumming Lessons (Part Eight)

A/N: This has been such fun to share with y’all. I’ve enjoyed every message, reblog, reply, meme, and emoji that you’ve shared with me. Thanks for sticking around and loving these two idiots as much as I do. I hope you enjoy the final chapter. (it’s nearly twice as long as the last one. whoops). 

“Why are you staring at it like that? It’s a coffee table,” Zoe asked. 

“It’s Roger’s,” You said softly, and placed a hand on the deep and richly colored wood. 

“Roger’s?” Zoe repeated. You nodded, still staring at the piece of furniture. Tears pricked your eyes and you had to take a deep, settling breath. Zoe said your name and you looked up to see her holding a piece of paper in her hand. 

“There’s a note.”

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