Imagine teaching Roger Taylor how to whistle. After several failed attempts, he crosses his arms and lets out a small huffing noise through his nose. "I give up." He says stubbornly, pouting. You sigh softly and kiss his cheek gently. "Don't worry, love." You say calmly. "You'll get it." He snorts. "Yeah, right," he says, acting like a difficult child. You can't help but giggle and he glares at you, only causing you to giggle more. He growls playfully. "Oi, stop that!" He says sternly. You smirk and stick your tongue out mockingly at him. He smirks mischievously and pounces on you with the speed of a cheetah, tickling your sides mercilessly. "O-Ok!" You gasp out, laughing wildly. "Mauhahaha! Never!" He says in his heavy British accent, laughing. You're in tears at point and full-on guffawing. "Roger Meddows Taylor!" You tell through your laughter and push him off of you and onto the floor beside the couch you two had been sitting on. "Sorry, love." He says with a smirk. You glare at him. "What?" He says suggestively. "It's not the first time I've made you scream like that."
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Imagines
FanfictionJust a bunch of Queen, Led Zeppelin, and David Bowie imagines. Hope ya like 'em. (Warning: Some of these contain smut, so read at your own risk *devious laughter*)
