Smut straight from the fingertips of a virgin, someone send me some holy water

Wouldn't you like to know, darling? :) You're a normal seventeen year old girl when suddenly your life changes forever. You are sent back in time and are faced with a quite confused Freddie Mercury.

1964. You couldn't possibly be in 1964. In England, 1964? The last thing you'd known you were living in 2017 with a love for the music of Queen and a passion for the charisma that lie behind Freddie Mercury's smile. Now you were trapped, trapped in a time no longer your own. A new life you've been learning to love and a new love that could never possibly be a life. In the end time waits for no one, but maybe just maybe ...no one but you. _______ This is my first and most-likely only attempt at fanfiction. I'm hopefully going to keep this one going for a bit. I am just trying it out. It will probably get more mature later on, but we'll have to see. I'm doing this for my other Queen friends who said I should go for it, so here I go. ADDED NOTE: I know the first few chapters have a lot of spelling and grammatical errors that I need to go back and edit. I am slightly dyslexic and I wrote those chapters rather quickly when I started this a few years back. I'll go back and edit those hopefully eventually. At some point I'll be rewriting the first twenty chapters or so, but that's probably when I finish the fic. So sorry!

You've been following Queen's gigs for a while and took a liking to their frontman, Freddie Mercury. However, he seems to have taken a liking to you too. An extreme liking.. [Warning] contains subjects that could be triggering such as knives and harm, this book is not meant for those who could be triggered easily. Please, proceed with caution.

"You're lying!" I shouted at his face. "You're fucking crazy!" "Oh, my dear, I never lie," Freddie replied, smirking. "You're right about the crazy part though." The eyes are considered the gateway into the soul, but sometimes, a soul can have multiple sides. A young, twenty-something year old woman named Lily stumbles into a mysterious man during a sticky situation one chilly evening in a local bar that almost ends up costing her life and dignity. Fortunately, she is saved, but her savior isn't everything that he seems to be. He possesses a power that only Gods can wield, and he may be the cause of the attractive, strange and witty British voice that pounds inside her head every night, crippling her fragile mind to the point of insanity. His god-like aura is slowly fading away with every minute he spends on Earth and her willingness to live in this cruel world is rapidly deteriorating, both must find love within each other's injured hearts to restore balance to their lives and to the rest of the world.

"You give me this feeling..."

˗ˏ*ೃ˚₊ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 | ❝i'll be yours and you'll be mine, i'm gonna break her fucking spine❞ ⤷ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ! .. i write dream smp headcanons, oneshots & reactions but in yandere edition/style because i have no life. 【 ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ sᴍᴘ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs & ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs & ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs 】 【 ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ !! 】

" sour little boy . fragile masculinity . " ✍︎︎ | DRAMATIXX © 2020

Imagines com os personagens de BNHA Aviso: Palavras de baixo calão Conteúdo sexual Cenas de sexo explícito

#EM CORREÇÃO# Eu nunca imaginei que precisaria de Harry Styles, capitão do time de basquete e eleito o rei do baile, para ser meu namorado de mentira. * Essa fanfic é de minha autoria, e não está disponível em nenhum outro site.* PLÁGIO É CRIME.