#freddiexreader

It finally happened. The one thing you always wanted but in the most unexpected of times.

Your parents kicked you out, though yes you always wanted to leave their toxic ass but you never thought it'd be them kicking you out and that be during such an extreme weather. It was raining as hell and even though you enjoy the thunder and rain, right now wasn't the ideal time to stare in awe at it.

Looking back at the closed wooden door you sighed as you adjusted your small bag, only having a limited time to collect some of your belongings as your parents shouted down your neck, belittled you, but it was normal by now and their words did not even touch the surface of your emotions. You were as numb as you could ever be.

Wearing a bored expression you began your journey, to wherever. Maybe you die from starvation on these very streets, come to think of it there was no point in packing, it's not like you had somewhere to go.

After walking for about half an hour the weather just got as worse, the rain did not even want to stop as thunder boomed ahead of you, lighting graced the sky, even if your situation was dragged deep into the gutters, you still let a small smile play on your lips as you stared at the scenery before you, it was indeed gorgeous.

"A walk in the rain? You really do love getting your clothes soaked, don't you?" A voice spoke behind you, you stopped as you turned back.

There stood a guy, average height, slim, long raven hair, his choice of clothing was of a higher taste - it suited him.

"Dear, you could stare at me all day if you'd like but I don't think you're quite fond of getting pneumonia out here." He smiled as he put his hands on his hips.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him before rolling my eyes, "I was admiring your clothing style, no need to flatter yourself over it." I said in a monotone, shaking my head I carried on walking, ignoring the fact that he still stood behind me.

Faint footsteps echoed behind me before I saw him next to me, he looked at me and smiled before looking forward,"Well, I do appreciate that you love my clothing style, dear, but don't mind me asking, why would you ever think of being out right now? It's q-"

"Well, Mister, I didn't decide to take this walk. In case you can't see this bag on my back, I'll make it easier for you to understand that I've been kicked out and I shall wonder around till God knows how long. Maybe I'll be a mercy for the rats and let them feast on me."

I adjusted my bag once again before I stared at him, he wasn't looking at me but he did cringe a little at my last sentence.

He looked back at me, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes before being wiped away by a look full of concern,"Why don't you come and stay with me? I mean, I live alone and most of the time I'm at the studio so you'd have the house to yourself, it won't be uncomfortable, well I hope it wouldn't."

"I don't even know you, for all I know you could be a murderer, planning for your next prey right now." I scoffed as I took a right turn, the rain got heavier and the thundering became unbearingly loud, my face was painted with fast droplets of rain running down on my cheeks.

"You're right. I could be a murderer, but do you think a murderer could wait to lure its prey in the rain for this long? Darling, I'm soaked! If I was a murderer I'd a) would have picked you up and be done with it or b) just leave. I don't like getting wet."

I laughed as I thought about it. I mean, either I stay at a complete strangers home or get feasted by rats today. As much as I loved creatures and feeding them, I guess today was not the day. I looked at my right towards him and bit the inside of my cheeks as I pretended to think, he looked nervous, as if I'd say no or worse, yes.

"Well I guess you're right. If you're going to kill me though, do make it quick, and i better not die in a boring old fashioned way."

He placed his hands over his mouth as he laughed, I smiled at his cute gestures but I also noted how insecure he felt.

"Don't cover them," I said as I stopped and put my bag down, he looked at me confused and was about to speak up again but I beat him to it, "Your teeth, they actually suit you and make you look cute."

He chucked nervously and was about to cover them again but I grabbed his hand halfway and stared at him dead in the eye, "If you cover it once more, I'll chop your hands off." He looked bewildered as he laughed, he didn't get to cover them as I grabbed both of his hands, he bent forward as he laughed harder and soon I was laughing too.

"And you call me a murderer?" He said in between laughs, he stood up straight and removed some stray of wet hair away from his face, smiling at me he shook his head, "Let's just go home. I don't know about you rain lovers, but I'm freezing as hell, God!" He said as he tried to straighten his shirt under his floral jacket.

I laughed at his gesture, "Touching it like that won't make it dry, and cold hearted people like us," I said as I pointed towards myself, "don't feel cold at all, in fact me love it, but yes, for your sake I'll let you take me to your house."

He rolled his eyes before grabbing my bag off the ground, "Not too heavy, you sure didn't plan anything for the long term." He said as he inspected my belongings, only to be met with a whole load of books and some cash.

"Well, I already told you that I had expected to be mauled my rats and God knows what other animal, so yes, I did not plan for the long term. Didn't even think I'd make it past midnight."

He looked up at me, looking a bit concerned before he clicked his tongue and zipped the bag back up and slung it over his shoulder.

"Dont worry, dear. You're coming with me, I guarantee you that you won't be mauled by any creature whatsoever tonight, unless you have a kink for those things then I apologise for the dissapointment."

I hit his arm as I scoffed at his remark, he laughed once again as he grabbed my hand into his, leading us back to God knows wherever.

Maybe being with a complete stranger isn't so bad, even if he is a murderer, at least I won't be alone.

"Y/n." I said softly as I stared up at the sky, loving the feeling of the cold drops of rain on my face, it had got a bit softer now but it was still raining.

I felt his stare on me as I heard his voice escape through the loud thunder that had just made itself apparent.

"Freddie."

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A/n

Challenge: 2018 VDay Chalenge by the amazing writer and my friend and proofreader @prettyxlittlexwriter

Prompt: Feb 9: A kinky song

Song: Star Star - The Rolling Stones  and here is a live version of it, where you can see Mick riding a giant cock on stage

Pairing: FreddiexReader, BrianxReader, JohnxReader, RogerxReder

Third and final fic for today! More to come from tomorrow.

Warnings: sex, sex, sex and….sex.

The actual title of the song is Star Fucker and the reader is a groupie, do I need to say more??

That night’s gig was coming to an end. You winked at Freddie and the singer approached the front row, where you were standing, your arm extended and you passed him a note saying “Can I come backstage?” Freddie nodded almost invisibly.

After the band’s bows, as you were heading backstage the security guard wouldn’t let you go through. “Please miss, you are not allowed go in there!!”

“Freddie gave me permission to go backstage, please let me pass!” you pleaded.

“I am not notified, I am sorry.” your plan was falling apart and you were about to get disappointed when Freddie appeared out of nowhere, heading to your destination as well.

“What is going on darlings?” the singer asked with a cheerful but tired-sounding voice.

The security guard spoke before you could utter a syllable. “Freddie, have you invited this girl backstage ??”

“Well, yes I have. Is there a problem?” Freddie inquired.

“I couldn’t let her pass since I didn’t know if she was telling the truth, but now you can go in there young lady.”

“Thank you!” you exclaimed and walked alongside Freddie Mercury.

“So what’s your name love?” Freddie had a very relaxed breeze accompanying him. Being around him felt very natural.

“I’m (Y/N)! Nice to finally meet you Freddie!”

“Nice to meet you too (Y/N)!” the frontman replied.

He led you all the way to his dressing room, where you made out. Freddie had taken the lead, kissing and exploring your mouth when you led him to the small bed that was in the room. That, resulted in an emotionless sex session, just you two seeking some pleasure, or in your case, looking to make your way to another band member.

The following day, you returned for that night’s gig, and faced no problem making your way backstage. As soon as the concert was over, you were hanging out with the band and the rest of the groupies. This time, you managed to catch Brian’s attention and the tall man led you to his dressing room.

The seemingly shy and composed guy transformed into an animal in bed. It was a rough sex session, him pounding in and out of you with extreme force and speed and you were grunting, panting and shaking along Brian with the strain. The guitarist seemed to be trying to let off steam he had gathered over some time period that made you wonder what it must be like in his brain.

By the third night the security guards would let you go wherever you wished. Tonight was the bassist’s turn. You were walking, seemingly absent-mindedly, when you met John going to his dressing room. You started talking to him, walking along and managing to convince him to have sex with you. The quiet boy had only one request. He wanted to go to a hotel to ensure your and his privacy. You agreed without giving it much thought. The two of you headed to a nearby hotel, got a room and discarded your clothes.

The young bassist was a romantic, and you moaned as he penetrated you so slowly and oh, so deeply you could cry from the sexual frustration. Still, this made your climax much more pleasurable and rewarding.

John was a gentleman, and insisted you slept with him that night. He wasn’t in love with you, he just believed sex should be this way. Thus, he cuddled you and you both fell asleep.

The next morning you took a shower, got dressed and the two of you parted ways.

You were heading to another Queen gig, fourth night in a row and you hoped it would be the lucky one. The one you would finally get to spend time with the man you desired. Roger Meddows Taylor.

The two of you were sitting on a couch in a living-room-like space, conversing. That was, until things started heating up and Roger ‘attacked’ your lips, getting on top of you and leaving bite marks all over your neck. He courted you, making out with you, leaving both of you almost breathless, while his hands worked to discard your clothes, unzipping your jeans and pulling them off your legs along your pants, then taking off your t-shirt, breaking the kiss only to take it off your head. He then unhooked your bra. Now it was your turn to unbutton his shirt and take off his stage tights.

You were lying, naked, underneath the blonde drummer with his huge, fully engorged cock right outside your entrance. He had buried his head on the crook of your neck, kissing you, his hand working on one of your erect nipples. He was doing everything he was capable of in order to make sure you were relaxed enough to take his length inside you, wet enough to not feel pain.

You were enjoying his treatment beyond belief, eyes closed, lost in pleasure and just as the drummer entered you, your eyes snapped open at the feeling of being suddenly like that. Indistinguishable pain and pleasure sparked through your body, when his full length had penetrated you.

The blonde boy was equally lost as he started moving inside you, eliciting moans from both you and himself that completed the atmosphere clinging around you.

A sudden gasp and then a scram of  bliss escaped you as he hit your G-spot continuously, and Roger whispered in your ear “Gonna make you scream all night…” in a low, promising tone that sent shivers down your spine.

Your bodies moved so well synchronised for an impressive amount of time, making you wonder and admire his stamina as you were uproaching the end of the first round.

A ‘Come for me!” in his earand his last push inside you on your sweet spot, was all it took to send both over the edge, orgasming at the same time, and Roger moaning “Ugh, starfucker!” before collapsing on your body.

You stayed like that for a couple of minutes to catch your breath and regain your composure before adressing him. “Why did you call me starfucker when you finished?”

“Hmm? Oh…” he turned to face you, “because you are. You fucked with my entire band, my three best friends. You are a starfucker, aren’t you?”

“Ughhhhh…” you couldn’t accept it like that, and Roger saw that, thus he got up, offered you his hand and led you to the turntable, searched through the vinyls until he found ‘Goats Head Soup’ the Stones’ album and played Star Star for you.

The words ‘You’re a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star’ echoed in your head, and you attacked Roger’s mouth, whispering in his lips “Honey, I’m open to anything, I don’t know where to draw the line…”

Roger reciprocated and depened the kiss on the course to round two…

I hope this didn’t have any spelling or grammatical errors, but I’m sure it does. Anyway…

This either made you cringe or I really hope you  enjoyed this……fic. Although, since you probably belong to the kinkiest, horniest and previest Queen fandom that obviously wants to fuck with all four members, this must have been heaven for you no matter what mistakes it had, or how poorly written it is….

Since smut fics are quite difficult for me to write, I am desparate for feedback. So pleeeeeeeaaaaase tell me what you thought of it with an ask (anon or not), private message, comment, even with a like. I don’t care whether it is bad or good, I wanna know if it’s worth losing so many hours of studying for school lately to write 14 fics.