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Fanfic: Star Star

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.

You can reblog if you want, I would appreciate it more than you could think… So, if you feel like reblogging don’t hesitate. Much love…

[itsrogerbaelor-blog]

Ohhhh I like dirt and gossip about Queen... Brian did what ???? (Asking this while writing a BrixReader fic btw, way to go me!!! And now I wonder how wrong this relationship could go, thanks)

Hhah I live for dirty gossip! They're all dirty and "problematic" (as all humans are) John and Brian both have their cheating scandals (Brian has several) I don't know about Roger's sex scandals though, apart from the Famous Tape 😂😂 Freddie, let's not even go there. He was promiscuous but I don't know if he ever cheated on anyone in that way, I think that before he met Jim he had quite open relationships: "I'm doing everything with everyone" like he said.The most problematic thing Freddie did was to be reckless despite being aware of the risks, but it's impossible to hold that against him nowAnyway yeah I just love digging up the dirt

[the-easy-lay]

Nooooo !! You don't suck !!! Hon, I'm supposed to be writing a BriXReader fic since November or December but I never really do... I don't find the time and I said I'd do it in summer... Guess what. I did not 😑😑😑 I really have to do a bit some days, but maybe I need a laptop so no one has access to it or the file... Which I don't 😒 Anyway there is no rush, I just wanted to know what to expect. Not when. Lots of loveeeee 💞💝💞💝💞💝💞💝💞💝💞💝💞

Thank you, you are so nice!! I have a lot of ideas but I usually can't go through with them, I'll try not to let it happen to any of my fics right now hahaAlso good luck with your work! It does take time and inspiration to write, sometimes it just doesn't happen for a long time, I hope you can get it started soon :)

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Fanfic: Did You Notice Me? (Prequel)

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

Prompt: Feb 5: A song that is a remake/remix/cover of another song

Song: Teasin’ Around - Brian May

Pairing: BrianxSusan, BrianxReader

I know what you’re thinking… DYNM? Again??? Does that girl not have any ideas??? Hmmm… No. I really don’t. Oh and brace yourselves. There is a sequel as well.

My sincere apologies if your name is Susan, I needed to use a name.

This obviously takes place before Did You Notice Me?

Brian singing the blues while feeling blue. (I know. Why did she have to write that as a fic description? That is exactly what I am thinking too)

“I don’t want nobody teasing around with me. No, nobody, I don’t want nobody teasing around with me. I may be weak, I may be strong, I may be right, lord knows, I may be wrong, but I don’t want nobody teasing around with me. I’ve been in love lately, I’m not a fool you see. You left my heart aching, a lonely, lonely melody. So say you want me, you want me back. Darling, I’ll give you loving, baby, you’ve never had. Oh, I don’t want nobody teasing around with me. I may be deaf I may be blind, baby, I can talk, and I’m sure gonna speak my mind. Oh, I don’t want nobody teasing around with me.”

The other three had just entered the studio, and found their guitarist in the recording room, belting out the blues, with such an emotional burden, it was hard to bear hearing him like that. They didn’t even seem to have a glimpse into what was going on. The three guys hadn’t seen him since the previous morning, but they could tell something was definitely wrong when Brian was singing the blues with such passion, even more when recording such a song.

When he finished the song, the curly man was calmer and, as always, composed. The other three didn’t say a word and just complimented him on the song and got on with their day on the studio, working, composing, recording one song after the other. John kept a closer eye on Brian, trying to figure out what was bothering him, but couldn’t quite make it up. The younger boy was sure of one thing though. The lanky guitarist was distant and a bit absent-minded.

After many hours of productive studio work, the four guys called it a day, and as they were about to separate ways, Freddie spoke up. “I’m famished and feel like eating japanese. Care to join me?” while adding in his mind, the fact that in that particular place they could have a quiet and private conversation.

Exclamations in agreement arose from the other three bandmates and the four of them headed to that small, dimly lit place they had grown to love.

The band had entered the place and placed their order, then spotted a quiet and empty table where they could easily talk.

“So, Bri, what’s bothering you?” Roger asked, not able to wait any longer. Brian was taken by surprise.

“Me? Nothing! How was that idea formed in your blonde head?” Brian teased him, almost succesfully hiding the uneasiness in his voice. He was expecting their frontman to speak this time, and the taller guy knew how dodge the frontman’s persistent questions, but Brian was in bad luck.

“Brian who are you kidding? We hadn’t seen you since yesterday morning, and the first thing we saw you doing this morning was singing, recording actually, a blues song with such passion. You really did mean those lyrics you were singing. How many people have you met singing first thing in the morning blues songs? And even worse, how many times have YOU been singing the blues first thing in the morning? And okay, let’s say the song stuck in your head and you wanted to record it, there was clearly something bothering you, in fact still is, the whole session. You were distant and absent-minded. You didn’t even get in a single fight about even the slightest detail in one of our songs. You. The guy that won’t shut up unless he has got his way and everything is perfect. You wish to tell me there is nothing wrong.” John concluded, making Brian want to vanish. The taller guy was sure his cheeks had turned crimson red in the meantime.

“Dammit John! Why do you have to be so observant?” Brian exclaimed slightly frustrated he had been ‘caught’ and should explain it all to the other three.

“Thankfully he is. So tell us now, or I dragged you over here for nothing.” Freddie added and Brian looked at him surprised.

“So this was a whole plan of yours?” the guitarist inquired but the other three wanted to hear the story so the singer just hummed rushedly in agreement.

Brian huffed to let out some of his frustration and picked up his story. “Do you guys remember Susan? Well. we broke up yesterday.” His band was about to say they were sorry and give him hope but the lanky guitarist cut them off. “No, no, no. It’s not that. You know I did love her, but lately her behaviour had changed and she turned out to be a bitch, revealing another side of her, one I did not like. So I told her I wanted to end it. What bothered, to be honest, still bothers me, is that she started saying things that were false, trying to make me feel guilty, saying it was my fault she behaved that way and tricking my mind into believing those things. I had honestly started doubting and blaming myself, when she gave away herself by accident, making a slight mistake in what she was saying. I was furious. I turned around and left immediately. My heart and mind were raging. I might have not liked how she behaved lately, but I still respected her and cherished our moments. That mind game has made me to hate her beyond belief. That was the reason I wanted to let out my emotions with that song. Are you contented now?” Brian concluded.

Brefore the others could give any kind of answer, the waitress appeared with their order, placed the dishes in front of them, and left.

This time Freddie was the quickest to answer. “Bri dear, you have a week tops to get over that. This time next we are playing a gig. Make sure you find a fan, a groupie, a girl in general to get along with, okay?”

Brian nodded with a hesitant smile tugging at his lips.

Brian was playing Keep Yourself Alive when he noticed you. Yes, you were standing in the shadows, but you had captured him without your knowledge. If you did, you’d be over the moon.

Brian was looking at you, not able to look away, when a sneaky smile spread on his face. He remembered what their frontman had told him a brief week ago, playfully, teasingly, yet, here he was. Having set his eyes literally, and his heart, and brain figuratively on you.

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

I really hope you liked this part, please 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.

You can reblog if you want, I would appreciate it more than you could think… So, if you feel like reblogging don’t hesitate. Much love

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Fanfic: Did You Notice Me? (sequel)

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

Prompt: Feb 10: A song released before you were born (all songs were released before I was born, apart from one...)

Song: I Saw Her Standing There - The Beatles

Pairing: BrianxReader (Brian May x Reader)

Here is the sequel to the original fic and the prequel and it also proves I lack original ideas. For today at least. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s fic, a naughty one I must inform you....

Another small fic, guys I have no time. I hardly manage to write these. I wanted to write more for this, but you will have to settle with what came out of 30 minutes I could spare.

Friaday the 14th 1975 is a day off for both you and Brian so you make the most of it...

When you woke up that morning, you turned around to hug Brian, but he had already gotten up a while ago. You looked out of the window gazing at the pouring rain, inwardly glad you didn't have to get out of the house that Friday. After a busy schedule both you, that just yesterday had finished your two-week long midterm exams and Brian who was touring UK with gigs every night, you just wanted to be with each other. You were in a relationship for one and a half month, tremendously infatuated but didn't have much time for each other due to your university and the band.

Just as you were about to get disappointed, the door was forcibly kicked open. It was Brian, of course, who showed up at the doorpost, with a breakfast tray and a bucket of roses.

“Good morning love !!” he greeted you, and proceeded to leave the tray on the nightstand as he made his way into the room.

The tall guitarist then leant in and kissed you, whispering “Happy Valentine's Day!” against your lips.

When you broke the kiss you smiled at him and replied “Happy Valentine's Day, love!”

Brian sat on the bed beside you, and first gave you the roses,and then took the tray from the night stand. The both of you had breakfast in bed, feeding and teasing each other.

After you had finished eating, you spent some time embraced under the duvets, just enjoying each others presence.

“Should we go to our living room? Listen to some music? What do you think, love?” Brian broke the long, but comfortable silence.  

You simply averted your gaze to his eyes and nodded in agreement. He helped you get up, he went straight to the living room to pick the record he had in mind and you headed to the bathroom to wash your face and teeth.

Brian went through his entire collection, consisting almost entirely of The Beatles’ records, until he found the one. Please Please Me. He placed it on the turntable just as you appeared on the doorpost. Brian sat on the couch and you lied with your head on his lap, him caressing your hair.

After the first song was over, you turned down the volume and discussed memories of each other.

‘And the way she looked was way beyond compare, so how could I dance with another when I saw her standing there?”’

“You know, when I first saw you in that fist gig you had come I was mentally and emotionally unstable. I had a bad break-up the previous week. You were a gift that made me forget everything.” Brian informed you, making you melt a little out of adoration for the tall boy.

‘Well she looked at me, and I, I could see that before too long I'd fall in love with her. She wouldn't dance with another…’

“Brian, I had no idea whether you were single, or if you liked you, hell I didn’t know if you knew my existence but I couldn’t think of another man when I had you in mind!” you stated, at which the guitarist pulled you in order to sit on his lap and made out with you for a long time, kissing you eagerly, your tongues fighting for dominance, expressing your love for each other.

‘Well, my heart went "boom" when I crossed that room and I held her hand in mine. We danced through the night, and we held each other tight and before too long I fell in love with her. Now I'll never dance with another…’

“Do you remember New Year’s?” you broke the kiss and asked breathlessly, panting for air.

“Did you really ask that? Of course (Y/N)! I will forever cherish this memory. How I followed you out, the way we talked and lost the time count, how you convinced me to dance…” the curly guy recalled, almost drifting off to that night.

“Hmmm, yeah! Our walk back to your house and our first moments together.” you added.

Brian revisited the kiss you had previously broken and wordlessly promised you some more of those moments right then and there...

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

I really hope you liked this part, please 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.

You can reblog if you want, I would appreciate it more than you could think… So, if you feel like reblogging don’t hesitate. Much love...