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Anonymous asked:
We all know Andy is the best Subs rights lawyer ever. I’m sure Andy has so
many subs at his feet begging to be claimed by him. Can we get a little jealous
James ranting to his mom and John about it?

“Andy got another love letter the other day,” James sighs, staring into his tea. “From one of
his clients.”
Roger gives John a knowing look, before stroking his son’s hair. “What did he do with it?”
“He threw it away. But still, that’s his fifth one this year. It’s getting bloody ridiculous.”
“Are you worried about it?” John asks gently.
“No.” James bites his lip. “I trust Andy and I know he loves me. But he meets so many
gorgeous subs in his line of work…and then he comes home at the end of the day to find me
wrestling the kids into their PJs and looking like shit.”
James’s face falls and he lets Roger wrap his arms around him.
“You know, Andy’s dad was just the same,” John says with a soft smile. “He always used to
get fan letters from subs begging to be claimed, and the most gorgeous subs would come up
to him after concerts. I always used to think I was rather plain-looking compared to them…
but Freddie always reassured me that I was the one for him.”
“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart,” Roger adds. “Andy’s been in love with you forever. No one
could ever replace you in his heart.”
i belong to you forever
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Anonymous asked:
IBTYF and Brian decides to use the French maid punishment again, but this
time Roger is a bit too conscious of his pudgy tummy and his skinny legs and
and really doesn’t want a spanking but he’s so *tired* and he has to bend and
stretch to clean the awkward places and Brian looked so *disappointed* and he
*should* be punished and he’s *not* crying, he’s *not*, and Brian doesn’t
realise and tells him he’s missed a bit...

“Rog?”
Roger can’t look up; if he does, then Brian will see he’s crying. He bends over lower and
continues dusting, praying that the sight of his dress riding up and revealing his knickers will
be enough to distract his Dom.
“Roger? Look at me please.”
Roger sighs to himself, before quickly wiping his eyes and turning to look at Brian.
“Colour?” Brian prompts.
“Red,” Roger says, feeling utterly miserable.
Brian opens his arms, and Roger goes to him as quickly as his heels will allow, settling into