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I have no idea how these headcannon things work. But I do wonder how the boys (either borhap or original) would react when you ask for a back massage

I went with the queen bois since I haven't done as many for them :')

Brian:

He'd come home all tired and sore from spending the day at the studio, hunched over his guitar, formulating complex melodies and rhythms.

You'd notice as soon as he walked in, a sleepy half smile on his face as he flopped onto the couch, a groan escaping his soft lips.

You'd make your way over to him, getting down on your knees next to the couch and showing him in soft kisses.

The look he gave you said it all. He adored you in every way possible. You knew what he wanted but he wasn't about to ask you to give him a massage. He wouldn't want to make any extra effort for him.

You let your hands glide over his thin shoulders, working softly at the tired muscles, trying to get out all the aches and strains.

His let out a content sigh as you worked your magic on him, your gentle hands working all the pain out of his back.

Before you finished you pressed a few soft kisses to his shoulder blades. He gave you a sleepy half smile before whispering, "I love you."

John:

John would never, ever admit he'd want a back massage. He thought it was silly for him to ask you, and he'd much rather give you one instead.

But when he came home, bags under his eyes, looking more dead then alive, you decided to treat him to a massage. There would be no ifs, ands, or buts.

You took his hand and led him into the bedroom, kissing him softly as you stripped his clothing off of his worn out body, pushing him gently onto the bed.

He murmured a quiet thank you, as you kissed his bare shoulders, practically melting into your touch.

You brought your hands to his shoulders, shocked at all the kinks and knots you found. You worked them out slowly, singing a soft lullaby to him as he started to drift off to sleep, barely keeping himself upright.

After a little bit, you eventually heard a light snore. You gently leaned him down in the bed, pulling a blanket over him and kissing his forehead gently as he snoozed away, calmed by your soft touches.

Roger:

He'd come home in a huff, grumbling to himself as he walked into the kitchen to grab a beer. You immediately knew it was a bad day.

You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a tight hug as you rested your head on his back. You could feel him ease up a bit.

"I missed you, bub," you said quietly, continuing on to tell him how much you loved him and how everything was good to be okay.

He remained silent but his resolve was softening with every sweet word. Soon enough, as your put your hands on his shoulders and started to work his taut back, he let out a quiet moan.

"I'm sorry I was rude baby girl," he sighed as you continued your efforts. You reassured him that it was fine and we all had our bad days.

You stood there like that for a little bit as you continued to massage him, the stress of the day quickly leaving him.

Soon enough he turned to face you and started to kiss you, which became more passionate, his body pressed tightly against yours. As things often did with Roger, you two ended up making a quick escape to the bedroom, which ended with him slowly making love to you.

Freddie:

He wasn't shy about asking for what he wanted at all. He'd waltz in dramatically complaining about the aches of his back, giving you a big pouty frown.

"Darling, would you mind terribly giving me a hand?" he'd sit on the bed as often did and you sat behind him, working over his sore back.

He'd sit there and let out all his moans as you worked pure magic on his body. You giggled as he flattered you, promising you the best shag of your life when you were done. You rolled your eyes - according to him any shag with him was the best of your life. But it wasn't a lie...it was always good.

Once you were satisfied that your were done, Freddie turned around and kissed you, quickly discarding your shirt and and and turning you around so he could give you a massage.

His massages also seemed to send in a shag - not that you minded of course. He whispered all sorts of dirty things in your ears as he used his large hands on you.

It wasn't long before he had you begging him to stop and take you then and there. And he did.

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