#Rufus Taylor

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Queen + Adam Lambert rehearsal short compilation!

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Rufus's HBD to his dad

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Roger and Adam backstage with Rufus Taylor and The Darkness

📸 by Mark Surridge (via Justin Hawkins)

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Seeing this made me wonder: is Rufus Taylor the same height as Brian? Is he a bit taller? Imagining Roger realising this if so…

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Further along the dock was author Leslie Thomas with his wife Diane, no doubt contemplating future plot of his own.

Strolling along the boardwalk came an unusually domestic-looking Roger Taylor, drummer from Queen, with his girlfriend Debbie Leng and five-month-old son Rufus Tiger. "We've just bought our boat Adamus up from Cornwall," he told me.

Later, I spotted the happy trio buying a replica of their police-launch-like cruiser in an antique shop. "One for the bath, perhaps!" he jested.

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Midnight snack.

A/N: Smut ahead.

Your eyes wander from the television screen to the small furry face looking up at you from the dog bed, and you roll your eyes with a tut.

“Well I don’t know where he is!” you sigh, “it’s no good looking at me for answers. Have a nap and hopefully he’ll be back by the time you wake up.”

You’re met with a look of disdain that you didn’t think possible from a dog, and he shuffles around in a circle before flopping down with an audible huff before closing his eyes to get a break from your nonsense.

“Fine, be like that… but don’t forget who gave you extra chicken from their own dinner earlier,” you turn back to the telly and cover your face with your hands with a laugh, “why am I talking to the dog like he understands me?!”

This had been your routine for the last few weeks now while Rufus was away touring; get up, walk the dog, go to work, come home, walk the dog again, dinner, then talking to yourself for a couple of hours before heading to bed alone and getting a rushed text or call from your other half before you fell asleep.

He was finally coming home tonight though, and you were trying your best to stay up for the big return but the way your eyelids were fluttering shut after a busy week at work was not a good sign at all. You couldn’t lie, it wasn’t the easiest life to live being with someone whose work schedule was as erratic as his was, but those sweet moments when you were reunited made the months of being apart absolutely worth it. It was just the time in between, when you had the typical looks of pity from friends and family when you turned up at a gathering alone again, that the loneliness managed to creep in.

“Argh!” you yelp, almost falling off the edge of the sofa after drifting off during the film you’d put on, “oh shit.”

Your heart is racing as you sit up and fumble around for your phone to check the time, and when you see it’s past one in the morning you decide to finally give up and head to bed instead of attempting to force yourself to stay awake. The curled up bundle of fur on the plush cushion by the side of the TV cabinet signifies you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stay up for the long awaited return either, and you tiptoe past him to the bedroom, gently turning off the light as you go.

“Night little one,” you whisper.

It doesn’t take you long to give your teeth a quick brush then throw on an old t-shirt, and you’re within the cosy confines of the bed within a matter of minutes, snuggling under the duvet with a satisfied sigh after switching the bedside lamp off. Within a few minutes you’ve returned to the deep sleep you’d fallen in to on the sofa, and it’s another two hours before you’re awoken by an arm snaking around your waist and a pair of lips tenderly pressing against your cheek.

“Hmm?” you mumble as you try and figure out if you’re dreaming or not.

“It’s me,” Rufus whispers through the dark.

“The man of my dreams?”

“Yep.”

“Jason Momoa?!” you gasp.

You look to the side and can just about make out Ru’s unimpressed expression in the moonlight that seeps through the partially shut blinds and he tuts, “hilarious,” he states flatly, “I’m so sorry to disappoint but it’s the second choice… y’know, the one with blonde hair who plays the drums?”

“Oh right, R-”

“Don’t even think about saying Roger,” he warns.

You laugh aloud before rolling onto your back so you can see him properly, then you place your hands on his cheeks and take in the sight of his handsome face properly, “I wouldn’t dream of it,” you smile softly.

He leans over to your side of the bed and clicks the lamp on then you both stare in wonder at one another for a while, the soppy grins on your faces making you both giggle like giddy teenagers. You needed this time to take in each other’s appearance in person after such a long time apart; you’d seen each other through screens of course, but nothing could come close to the sheer joy of being together again in person, and it was your moment to notice all the subtle little changes in the other.

“You look tired,” you sigh gently, sweeping your thumbs beneath the dark shadows of his eyes.

“I’m fucking shattered,” he laughs, “but I’m finally home and I couldn’t be happier.”

You bring his face down to yours until your lips meet in a long awaited kiss then he moves over so that his body is hovering above yours, and your arms wrap around his torso, needing to feel the familiar comfort of his body weight that you’d missed so dearly over the last few weeks. Hands wander, the covers are displaced as your bodies wriggle around underneath them to switch positions every now and again, and short pants are the only noise when your lips reluctantly part for breath.

“Don’t you want to sleep?” you question as he lifts the hem of your top and pulls it up over your head.

He shakes his head from side to side, “nah, not yet… do you?”

His lips trail open mouthed kisses from your neck to your chest and you melt beneath his touch, “nope, not now I don’t.”

His tongue laps at your skin to remember the taste of home which consisted mainly of a sweet cocoa thanks to your body lotion, and he works his way further down your body until you’re able to slip your hand underneath his chin and lift his head to look at you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his face now full of concern at you interrupting him.

“More than okay,” you reassure, “I think you should make your way back up here though.”

He moves back up your body leaving quick pecks as he does, then you carefully guide him onto his back and watch as his golden hair falls onto the pillow to reveal his beautiful face in all its glory. You give him a heartfelt kiss before mirroring the actions he took with you until you reach his boxers, and with one swift movement you hook him out of the underwear and place your lips on the tip of his hardening length.

“Oh, woah woah,” he groans, his entire body on fire thanks to the lack of intimate touch from you recently.

He briefly lifts his head to look down as your mouth moves lower, but he soon falls back onto the pillow with a loud moan of your name as you begin to bob your head up and down along his shaft, hollowing out your cheeks with each enthusiastic suck. It didn’t matter that it was almost four in the morning, he deserved the attention after such a long time away, and you were definitely more awake now thanks to him.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he exhales with stuttered breaths.

You hum in agreement with him and it jolts his overly sensitive body, bucking his hips into you and causing you to gag a little. He looks down apologetically but you simply give him a wink to let him know you were okay, and when you hear his pants increase in frequency you know he’s already close to letting go. You couldn’t blame him, you were feeling as though you could quite easily orgasm even though there was nothing directly stimulating you, and when he eventually spills across your tongue you find yourself moaning along with him at the sensation of it all.

“How are you feeling?” you sigh as you crawl back up to the pillow and flop down on it.

He stares at the ceiling in an elated stupor for a moment before smiling to himself and blowing a puff of air from his lips, “better than ever.”

You settle back into covers as you had done before he got here while he briefly leaves to clean up, but when he returns he’s quick to press his body against your back and wrap his arms around your frame, and you let out a contented sigh as you place your hand on his.

“So did you miss me?” he enquires softly, squeezing you to him.

“Not as much as that little furry fella out there, and I guarantee that you missed him more than you missed me,” you chuckle.

There’s a momentary pause as Rufus stares at the back of your head with a frown then he shakes his head, “he’s cute, but not as cute as you are.”

You wriggle around in his embrace until you’re facing him, “you’re only saying that because of what just happened,” you tease.

His lips turn up into that roguish smile that makes your heart race, “what just happened is simply a bonus to loving you,” he runs his fingers through your hair tenderly, “wow, it really is good to be home.”

Request: Maybe one where Rufus comes Home late from tour and reader is sleeping In bed but wakes up when cuddle her + more

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Welcome to The Darkness - Could it be Spinal Tap 2?

Welcome to The Darkness is a new documentary film that tells the story of the British rock band. It could well be Spinal Tap Part 2 and it is sure to be an unmissable watch for any of their fans. Welcome to The Darkness: A Rock Documentary for 2023 In 2003, The Darkness, the British rock sensation, stormed the music scene with their chart-topping hit ‘I Believe In A Thing Called Love’ and the…

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One way ticket to hell and back is the Darkness's best album, honestly the jokes, the tunes, it slaps so hard and has me headbanging to songs about male-pattern baldness, masterpiece

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Taylor Hawkins Tribute Concert -playlists on Apple Music

Two huge playlists for my favorite drummer of all time Taylor Hawkins. Playlists are collections of setlists at two massive Tribute Concerts for him in London UK September 3rd 2022 & in LA US September 27th 2022.

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Roger, Rufus, and Tigerlily from Tigerlily’s Instagram 💀

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Bob Geldof and Debbie Leng, with Pixie Geldof and Rufus Tiger Taylor, at the UK premiere of The Two Towers

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Roger Taylor live at the Roger's house in Surrey, UK (Deborah Leng's 40th birthday party) - April 6, 2004

Roger's home in Surrey was turned into Las Vegas. Rockers Bob Geldof and Brian May were happy to take a back seat as the younger generation took centre stage: Ed Pycraft was on lead guitar and Rufus Taylor on drums (dad Roger sang). Source: http://www.tatler.com/bystander/events/2004/november/deborah-lengs-40th-birthday#!/7027/image/2

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