Imagines and one shots about the legend himself who we all still love so much, (And with whom I have an incurable infatuation with,) Freddie Mercury :) Anyways, enjoy my dears!
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You had gone to the studio to visit Freddie and the band, who were filming the music video for their song I want to break free. An amused smirk formed on your face when you found all four members dressed in drag.
"Hello there ladies." You giggled as you took in their appearances.
"Hi Y/N."Brian muttered, and you laughed again at how miserable he looked. He looked like a mom, wearing a pink nightgown and his curly hair in rollers.
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"Whose idea was this?" You asked curiously.
"Roger's." John rolled his eyes. You snorted at his appearance. He looked like a pissed off grandmother and he had a newspaper in his hands.
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"Hey Y/N, like our new style?" Roger, who was dressed as a schoolgirl questioned with a smile. You couldn't deny, he did look very convincing and even pretty.
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"It's certainly different." You commented as you walked toward him.
"Does it look good?" He grinned, walking closer to you.
"You pull it off nicely Rog, you should try dressing in drag more often."
"See? Y/N agrees with me! It was a good idea!" Roger gloated to the other two while putting an arm around your waist, while the band sighed in response.
"You actually look like a girl Roger, let's hope no one confuses you." You teased, playing with the hair of the drummer's wig.
"The director actually said he could fuck him with how good he looks." Brian chimed in, making you laugh hysterically.
"Guess you weren't too bored without me, were you dear?"
You whipped around at the sound of your boyfriend's voice, who was also dressed in drag. He had his hands on his hips and he did look rather funny dressed as a woman.
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He glanced at you with a look that did not look happy by any stretch. He looked jealous.
"Of course not, my queen." You remarked sarcastically, making Roger snicker.
"Be nice to her, Fred. After all, she is just a maiden. A ravishing maiden too." Roger played along with a smirk, making you snort.
Freddie did not look amused.
"Oh, (sneeze) I'm sorry darlings, but I'm afraid I don't feel that (cough) well. Y/N, we had best go home." He sniffled, looking at you with an expression that told you he wasn't in the mood for games.
"You can go home if you want love, I think me and my new girlfriends were having fun." You joked, but then dropped your playful smile when you saw Freddie's face.
"Oh, but I'm so (Sneeze) tired and dizzy, I need you to help me, my love." He coughed violently.
You sighed, knowing if you denied him any longer it would only worsen his desire. To everyone else his coughing and sneezing sounded serious, but you had known him long enough to know he was faking it. If Freddie were truly sick, he would not be looking for sympathy. He would just push through it.
"Fine. Goodbye everyone." You waved, and then quickly followed the singer out the door.
You followed him into the car and as soon as you sat down, he was right next to you.
"I suppose you thought that was funny, don't you?" He murmured, looking you dead in the eye.
"All I did was tell Roger he was pretty." You replied innocently, although you could tell he wasn't buying it.
"Oh, just wait until we get home. I'll show you pretty. " He growled, looking at you with his arms crossed.
You gulped. You had gotten him jealous many times, and every time he either did it back with Mary or someone else to get back at you or felt really hurt and tried to be close to you so you didn't leave him. But now you had poked the bear too hard and this time was going to be different.
After what seemed like an hour of Freddie staring at you with both impatience and purpose in his eyes, the car had finally parked at garden lodge.
"Bedroom. Now." You heard in your ear.
You didn't need to be told twice. You went to the master bedroom unhurriedly but at the same time quickly.
He was right on your heels and then pounced on you once you had gotten on the bed. He had you stripped in less than a second, and then began removing his own clothes.
"You're mine," he hissed into your ear.
"All mine, and no one else's. Especially not Roger's."
"Ohhhh, you're jealousss." You interrupted sing songing.
"As I was saying," he glared.
"You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you remember it."
He propped himself up so he was hovering over you, smiling wickedly as he set to work.
"You're going awfully slow." You commented, making him look down at you with evil in his eyes.
"And whose fault is that?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yours." You scoffed.
"Then maybe you shouldn't have flirted with Roger so much, darling." He purred, the bitterness still in his voice.
(Smut scene happens-)
"Good girl." You heard distantly as your energy was drained.
Your head fell on the pillow, exhausted. Freddie pulled the blanket over you and kissed your forehead.
"Sleep well my dear, I love you."
You didn't bother to respond as you fell asleep. You weren't sure if the experience taught you to never make Freddie jealous again or to never stop making him jealous.
The end.
A/N: Well, that was the first time I ever wrote smut. I hope I didn't do a crappy job. Feel free to leave requests, love you darlings.
