#happy halloqueenevent

[jmeddows2]

You (Roger Taylor x fem!Reader)

This is my Halloqueen gift for @mezzomercury​ Happy belated Halloween! I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it on time,but here it is. I’m really nervous about it ARGHH  @dtfrogertaylor​ Summary: Reader is an opera singer, with a chaotic manager with just the right contacts in the industry  Warnings: only a bit of swearing, else we have Fred and Reader become best friends, fluff Word count: 2k+ Notes: sorry for mistakes, english is not my first language Roger is single and childless in this story! The Duck House really exists and Queen used to stay there quite frequently when recording in Montreux :)

You were supposed to get a real job with a purpose, regarding the field you were actually educated in, but Steve, your manager had quite the reputation. Especially in terms of missing dates and mixing things up, making him the chaotic mess of a man that he naturally was. As an opera singer, that’s just started out, you struggled with auditions. Steve’s lack of time management was rather poor, that sometimes he wouldn’t tell you about the most important auditions in time, or miss most of them, because they just weren’t on his radar. If it wasn’t for all the contacts in the industry Steve apparently had, you would have run for the hills ages ago. One day, when Steve waltzed into the office to your meeting, which of course he was again late to, he was restless, jumping from one foot to the other. "I have it. This is going to be IT for you.” He explained it as a project. To 'expand’ your horizon, to fill your CV with something, that would make your future opportunities skyrocket from 0 to 100. .....to stand in for the band Queen as a background singer (in case of use)...... living, food and drinks provided.... is what the contract read ...should not be opposed to beer and fun. Must be flexible and be available to fly out during the time period of recording from June 1981 - March 1982. Place: Montreux, Switzerland. The few black letters on white seemed to get even more ridiculous throughout the over 100 page contract. But also funny. Mainly ridiculous though. Being crammed up in a recording studio in Montreux, Switzerland as an "option of use” wasn’t exactly your idea of a job. Or at least not what you were aiming for at the moment. The numbers with a 5 digit payment that crested the contracts last page, made you rethink the whole deal though, much to Steve’s joy. So you agreed. Your first encounter with Freddie, Brian, John and Roger was weird. Well, not with Freddie, Brian and John. They were all kind and excited to get to know you better. Roger was another thing. He didn’t even look at you or recognize you when you all gathered in one of the temporary Queen offices, to go over all the details. He was too distracted reading through the schedule for the upcoming months. It felt more like he pretended to be interested in the schedule on his lap, while absentmindedly toying with the pen between his fingers. You later found out, that he was dealing with the aftermaths of a really ugly breakup. Montreux, Switzerland You arrived at Geneva airport on a cold January morning, approximately 7 months after your first encounter with the band. Your personal driver was already awaiting you with a sign that read your name in capital letters. He had a wide grin plastered on his face. The exclusivity didn‘t stop there though. The one hour ride from the airport straight to the recording studio in the black limousine felt more like 10 minutes. A bottle of champagne, a few snacks and the heated leather seats in the car that made you feel oh so comfortable, may have been the reason why time passed so quickly. The nervous feeling crept back into your mind, as soon as the driver dropped you off in front of the casino, in which the recording studio was located.  The recording studio was situated in the basement. As you pushed the door open, there was only a friendly security guard in the foyer, checking your ID.  "Hi love, are you lost?“ It was Roger. His hair was a bit shorter than the last time you‘d seen him. "Oh hi, no actually, I‘m supposed to be here. As a background singer“ The uncertain tone in your voice made it sound more like a question. "uhh, I received a call to come out here. We had a meeting a few months ago“ Roger looked confused, but not bothered by your presence at all. "Well, be my guest then“ he awkwardly shook your hand and gestured for you to make you feel comfortable. "Where are you from uhm?“ "Micaela. Born and raised in New York City“ “A NYC girl?  pretty sure you’ve got some stories to tell” he teased.  “I’m sure not nearly as many as you” You got right back at him. That was something Roger highly valued. The wit, someone who’s not afraid to speak up. He smiled to himself and soon after Fred, Brian and John entered the studio as well. They each greeted you warmly.  Freddie was very excited to have you on board. When he wasn’t busy recording, as a fellow opera enthusiast, him and you always found something to talk about. Or it was rather having Freddie listen to all the stories you had in store, even if it was just a few. It almost felt like telling bed time stories to a child, seeing his dark, beautiful eyes light up, even at the slightest mention of words like ‘stage’, ‘orchestra’, ‘costumes’ or ‘opera’ in general. "I’m going to be honest with you, darling” Freddie said, as he took a seat beside you on the couch, while Roger was banging his drums frustratingly to the already finished guitar and bass backing track of ‘Las Parablas de Amor’ in the recording booth.  "We don’t actually need your beautiful vocals here” Freddie patted your thigh gently.  "You’re kidding, right? Why am I here then?” "I thought you may enjoy a little holiday out here. You know, there’s great spa resorts around town. And you could do some small assistant work, nothing hard or bad, I promise! No, I promise on Montserrat Caballé, so you really know I’m not joking” he swore. Well, you couldn’t say no now.

Out of nowhere there was a loud crash. You turned around to see Roger tossing his drum sticks across the room, nearly hitting John in the head. Roger continued to throw casette tapes around, that were properly lined up on the shelf nearby. “I’m done with this. It sounds like a cheap piece of crap.” he stormed out of the room. The boys only looked at each other, as if they were communicating through their minds on who’s turn it was now to go after Roger. "I’ll go” you volunteered, seeing as no one else made a move and what could you possibly have to lose? Except for a huge amount of payment. Ok, maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but the other boys looked quite relieved when you got up from your seat. You prepared for the worst,  grabbing your coat from the hanger on the door on the way out. It was really cold outside. Roger wasn’t hard to find. He was just outside the building, a cigarette hanging from his lips and rubbing his hands up and down his arms. He certainly wasn’t clever enough to bring a jacket with him, after his dramatic, oscar worthy departure. "Hey” how exactly do you approach an angry person you don’t know, but find really attractive? "Did they send you out here?” a chuckled groan left his lips.   “No, I came out here on my own. Want to talk about it?” you suggested. He offered you a cigarette, but you declined. 

"Talk about what? about the crap we’ve been recording lately? It’s disco.” he grimaced a pained face. “It sounds like the music they play in gay clubs. I mean don’t get me wrong, I support everyone’s sexuallity, but not everyone’s taste in music! I’m just not made for Disco music. It’s a load of bollocks. God, now I’m just venting” he threw the cigarette on the ground, putting it out with his boots. "I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m actually an opera singer. Not really Rock 'N Roll, is it? Yet I’m here in a recording studio with one of the biggest rock bands.” "Ok you have a point. Why did you agree to do this anyway?” he was shivering, while lighting another cigarette. "Sometimes you make sacrifices for the sake of others, but only as long as you’re feeling comfortable in your own skin ”  "God,I hate that you’re right.” he sighed, unable to hold the pout anymore, that was was replaced by a smile forming on his lips. "Now let’s better get back inside before you freeze to death” you gestured for the door. "Just a minute” he grabbed you gently by the arm. "Thank you” Roger hugged you tightly, nuzzling his face into your neck. The feeling of his cold cheeks in contact with your warm skin made you jump a bit.  “ Now let’s go and make some disco music” he laughed, grabbing your hand.  Expecting another fight and argument by Roger, Brian, Freddie and John were surprised to experiece as calm as he ever was. Stil, you decided to put the recording on hold for the day and locate back to the house, in which you all stayed. "Welcome to Duckingham Palace” when entering the house, you quickly noticed why Roger called it like that. There were hundreds of wooden duck statues situated all around the house. They were evrywhere, quite creepy, but as time passed, they became pretty much invisble to you. Believe it or not.

You all had gathered around the living room with a hot drink in hand, when John lit the fireplace, creating a cosy atmosphere. It felt like you’d known Freddie, Brian, John and Roger since forever, as you seemed to pretty much share the same or at least similiar interests and humor. "Ok now Micaela. Tell me. What’s your favorite Queen album?” John asked curiously while pouring a generous amount of rum into his hot chocolate. "Easy” Freddie answered for you. “Has to be A Day At The Races” you nodded in response. "See? we’re besties already, you guys better step your game up” Freddie threw his arm around your shoulders.  Roger couldn’t stop giving you little looks while having a conversation with Brian, who as expected also wasn’t a fan of the new direction in music they were headed at. “ how did you tame the lion, darling?” Freddie chuckled into your ear. " you know..How did you get Roger to calm down so fast? I know how he can get when he’s in a mood” "The cold outside did the job actually” you tried to sound nonchalantly.

"Of course yeah, that’s also why he’s been eyeing you up, ever since we left the studio. Did something happen?” Freddie kept pressing, but in a playful way.  "He never gives in so easily. Usually not even to pretty girls like you when he’s mad” Your only answer was a light blush of cheeks. At 2 am, John was the last one to go to sleep. Roger and you literally had to drag him up to his room. He was so plastered, that he didn’t even recognize his own song on the radio. Roger and you decided to sip on one last ‘good night drink’ to reward yourselves for all the hard work of tucking John into bed like a little baby. There was a silence upon you, but it wasn’t awkward at all, just relaxing. "Thank you again for today” Roger broke the silence. "Nothing worth thanking me for” "It is actually. Y'know I’m glad you’re here. You’re going to make this much more bearable for me" you snorted out with laughter, not realizing how serious he was about the words he said. "I’m being honest, love! I really fancy you and I want to get to know you better.” he was so close to you now, you could feel his warmth. "the seaside promenade is really beautiful, almost as beautiful as you.” Roger brought his hand to your hair, to brush a few strands behind your ear. "So, it’s a date then” you nervously drew a circles with your fingertips on the surface of the wooden kitchen counter, while looking into his ocean eyes. "Yeah it’s a date” he smiled at you. You both took your last swigs of your drinks.    "Good night Roger” you hugged him tightly and gave him little peck on the cheek, before wandering off to bed, thinking of all the beautiful scenarios the following day would have to offer. Roger followed closely behind, entering his own bedroom. The feeling of your kiss on Roger’s cheek lingered with him, until he fell asleep, thinking of his newly found happiness. You.

[softtdaisy]

Roger Taylor during the News of the World era This is my gift for the lovely @asupersonicwoman for the Halloqueen event, I hope you like it! It was apleasure to talk to you these past weeks ♡

[acdeaky]

fright night ‘85

warning: fluff

note: happy halloqueen to the lovely @picking-up-the-glass ; i’m so excited for you to read this! i know it’s only short, but it’s cute and halloweenie. happy halloqueen one and all! 🎃

word count: 1.1k

halloween of 1985 was new and exciting. costumes had become more popular and were less about safety and more about appearance. children where running around as early as four pm to cram in as much trick or treating as they could before it was too late. the amount of parents being dragged throughout the neighbourhood was humorous as you and roger watched from your front window.

of course, your house was decked to bottom in as many decorations as you could fit (and what looked presentable). you had hanging ghosts, lights, pumpkins lining the steps to your porch (with a few crowded beside your front door) and bloody hand prints on the window. this display had been up since october 24th, with many children, and adults, stopping and admiring the glowing lights in the dark and the creepy ghosts which swung gently in the autumn wind more often than not.

it was the first year that you and roger had a house. you had lived together before, but that was only in an apartment building between tours and album recordings. after getting married, before even, you had decided to move into a house, a proper house with more than one floor, more than one bedroom and a proper kitchen where you would cook meals for your family of five (or eleven in roger’s mind).

once you were pregnant (curtesy of roger declaring that you had to ‘break in’ the bedroom the first night of officially moving in), the prospect of a large family filling your home was more than likely. after an autumnal wedding, a warm two week honeymoon and starting on moving in as quickly as possible, you were soon close to your one year anniversary and close to your seventh month of pregnancy.

roger wanted you to rest, said that he would hang the decorations and hand out the sweets to the neighbourhood kids, but you refused, insisting that you hung the decorations and atleast helped answering the door. reluctantly, roger agreed, which lead to you hanging off a three step ladder, roger footing it, with a ghost on a string in your hand.

the lights were controlled by roger - but you told him where to put them - while you laced the door in cobwebs before lining your porch with multiple pumpkins. it took a few hours, but the house looked festive. the darkness that had settled allowed you to show off the lights for the full effect.

that was the week before. now, you’re both sat on the sofa facing the window, watching children and parents walk by and admire the house, getting up more often than not to answer the door with a smile and a bowl full of sweets and treats.

the most exciting part was seeing all the costumes. many kids were dressed as star wars characters, or their favourite book characters. there were a few of the typical monsters: vampires, wolves, frankenstein’s monster, etc. you tallied the amount of kids showing up with a white sheet over their head with holes where their eyes peaked through.

it was two. roger owed you £10.

as well as you marvelling at the children’s costumes, both you and roger received many compliments, and giggles, for yours, too. roger’s idea of sticking baby doll’s legs and arms onto a white t-shirt and adding fake blood went down well with everyone. your idea of roger being a bloody chef also went down well, but roger prided himself in the fact that more people complimented you than him.

“i still can’t believe you roped me into buying full size chocolate bars.” you sighed as another bowl was emptied, the door shutting before you complained.

“it’s fine, the kids love ‘em.”

“i bet their parents don’t, all that sugar at this time of night? it’s too much.” you huffed as you collapsed back onto the sofa, a hand subconsciously resting on your growing belly.

“love, it’s only eight o’clock.” roger chuckled as he knelt down beside you, one hand over yours on your belly.

“which means little lady and i should be in bed.” you turned your head to face roger as he concentrated on rubbing circles onto your knee with his free hand. he was glancing between your connected hands and your lower stomach, his mind, obviously, thinking of your little baby inside there.

“if you go to bed,” he looked up to you, “you’ll miss all the fun.” and just then, the sound of knocking interrupted you. roger stood and headed over to the door, grabbing a new bowl of treats before answering. a chorus of “trick or treat!”s followed and roger marvelled at the new group of costumes.

after handing out the sweets and bidding the children a good night, roger shut the door and turned to you. “see, you missed luke, lelia, han solo and chewbacca. that will happen more often if you go to bed.” he jokingly accused you, dropping the bowl onto the credenza next to the door.

“okay, okay, i’ll stay. just for you, rog.” he smiled at that just as another knock came from the other side the door. roger smiled, putting his hand in front of him, gesturing for you to take it. you did and he pulled you up before walking hand in hand to the door.

“trick or treat, uncle rog and auntie Y/N!” two little voices came as soon as you opened the door. there brian stood in his outfit from freddie’s 35th birthday party, fishnet tights and all.

“well, look at you two! don’t you look amazing?” you smiled at brian’s kids, their faces beaming and hands holding their bags tightly. “and you, brian, i love the recycling you’re doing.”

“ha ha, very funny,” he frowned sarcastically, “at least some of were creative this year, did you do this?” he pointed towards the plastic legs ‘sticking out’ of your belly, am impressed look on your face.

“yeh, i-”

“it was my idea.” roger butted in, a proud smirk on his face.

“but i made it. you could not have done this,” you giggled, pointing at your belly. “all you had to do was get some chef’s clothes and put blood on them, i worked with glue.”

“alright, kids, let’s leave rog and Y/N to argue like the old married couple they are, say thank you.” two little thank you’s followed as they each grabbed a treat from the bowl. you all said goodbye before waving them off and closing the door again.

“i can’t wait to do that when lady in here comes along. i haven’t been trick or treating for years.”

“who says we have to wait for lady?”

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[hearts-hunger]

Sweeter than Candy || Freddie Mercury x Reader

Summary: At Queen’s Halloween party, you and Freddie find that there’s something even sweeter than candy to celebrate with.

Pairings: Freddie Mercury x Reader

Genre: Smut, porn with feelings

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Smut (18+ only please!) oral (m/f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids)

A/N: This is my Halloqueen event gift for @mrbadguymercury​ - a stunningly talented artist, a whole sweetheart, and the self-proclaimed queen of Freddie’s chest hair! Every time I went on her blog to send her asks, her gorgeous header made curly, red-suspenders Freddie more and more irresistible - and, et voilà, this fic features that very Freddie with a few minor Halloween tweaks. I really hope you like it, Taylor! Happy HalloQueen, honey! 🎃🖤

“Enjoying yourself, my darling?”

You downed a shot of tequila as you felt your boyfriend’s mouth on your neck, pressing kisses right where your pulse beat, his breath warm on your already flushed skin. You smiled and reached up to put a hand to the side of his face, feeling his sweat-dampened curls holding him close for a moment so you could drink him in, pressed against you with his hands on your waist. You were about to say something flirty when you felt his fingers at your sides; he tickled you until you fell into a fit of giggles, leaning further against him as you tried to get away from his hands. 

“Freddie!” you managed in between gasps of laughter. “Quit it!”

He finally let you go after drawing out a few more seconds of laughter from you, chuckling as he kissed your cheek. “Couldn’t resist.”

You playfully nudged him with your elbow as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. The press of leather and warm skin against your back was heady, and you turned around to see him in his full costumed glory. Freddie had decided to get more use out of one of his favorite stage costumes of late, the sexy police officer dressed head to toe in shiny black leather. His pants were deliciously tight, his chest bare under the jacket aside from his red-hot suspenders and silver necklace. His police hat sat crooked over his curls, his eyes hidden behind his aviator shades as he grinned at you.

“How do I look?” he asked. You’d been helping set up for the party while Freddie got ready with the boys, wanting to make a grand entrance; you’d seen him at the beginning of the party, when he was fresh from the shower and newly made-up, and he’d looked a bit innocent in an endearing way, like a kid dressing up to go trick-or-treating. Now, though, with his cheeks flushed and his curls mussed and his walk just this side of a swagger thanks a couple shots of vodka, he looked positively ravishing. 

You bit your lip. “You look good enough to eat, Freddie.”

“Do I, now?” He grinned and took off his sunglasses so he could see you better. “So do you.” 

He leaned close to kiss you deeply, bracketing you in with his hands on the bar behind you. You sighed against his mouth and put your hands on his chest, loving the familiar and delicious scruff of the dark curls there.

“You know it’s Halloween,” you said in between kisses.

He chuckled. “Yeah? I couldn’t tell, since you dress up like a jungle cat every other day of the year.”

You’d picked a simple costume, a leopard-print dress and thigh-high black stiletto boots. You’d drawn a little nose and whiskers on your face with makeup, and a headband with two cat ears was lost somewhere in your teased hair.

“I don’t think you’d be complaining if I did,” you teased.

He smirked. “Not at all, honey, I think it’s dreadfully sexy. You won’t hear anything but contented Freddie-noises from me.”

You laughed, happily more than familiar with the so-called contented-Freddie noises. They were among your favorite sounds, closely matched by his singing voice and the way he called you “honey”. He gave a soft laugh as he nuzzled against your neck, his fingers glancing over the straps of your dress.

“I haven’t had any candy yet,” you said, a little distracted by his touch. 

“No?” He nipped at your collarbone. “That’s a shame. Not really Halloween without candy, hm?”

He nudged his thigh between your legs; you bit your lip and gave a soft groan and the feel of the leather against your skin and his warmth so close to your core.

“I don’t need candy, though,” he said in a low voice. “Not when I’ve got something so much sweeter.”

You gasped when his hand snaked down to glance under the hem of your dress, his fingers tracing slowly up your thighs. You felt yourself blush; you were in a room full of people, and if Freddie wasn’t careful, he’d have you an absolute mess in front of the whole party. Not that you minded, necessarily, but you felt a mischievous desire to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Maybe I want some too,” you said against his mouth. You moved your hand downwards, brushing over his chest, until you reached the waistband of his pants. “I can think of something I’d like to taste more than candy.”

He sucked in a sharp breath as you palmed him through the tight leather, feeling him respond instantly to your touch. You gave a pleased smirk and bit his bottom lip, tugging just enough to make him give a small whine.

“Take me somewhere,” you said.

He gave you a bemused look, a little blissed out already. “Take you somewhere?” he repeated.

You laughed. “As much as I want you, Freddie, I’m not blowing you in front of this entire party.”

His eyes widened. “Oh - oh, okay.” He grinned and gave you a quick kiss before taking your hand in his, pulling you from the bar and winding through the crowd. You giggled at his enthusiasm, giving red-faced smiles to well-wishers that offered their congratulations and wolf-whistles to those who could tell exactly what Freddie was whisking you away for.

He found a bathroom on the second floor of the massive house of whoever was hosting the party - you’d forgotten, and it was probably one of the dozens of filthy rich friends the boys had made over their career. It didn’t matter to you whose house it was, not at the moment; all you cared about was getting Freddie alone so you could have your way with him like you’d been wanting to all night.

You locked the door behind you and turned to your boyfriend, equal parts endeared and driven wild by the flush in his cheeks and the outline of his cock in his pants. He looked like a lovestruck teenager, and you wanted to hear his pretty moans and make him come undone.

“I love you, Freddie,” you said, walking over to him and kissing him deeply. You eased his jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind him, your tongue in his mouth as you put your hands to his chest.

“God, I love you too,” he said hoarsely. He took his hat off and tossed it across the room, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you close to him. He kissed you like he meant it, and you let yourself get lost in the headiness of it.

You traced your thumb over his bottom lip when you came up for air. “I’ll have you know I’ve been waiting very patiently for you.”

He grinned. “I appreciate that. Me too, though perhaps not as patiently as you.”

That was probably true; you could feel his cock as you pressed against him, and it made you nearly dizzy with pleasure.

“Maybe I can do something about that,” you said coyly. You kissed him again before sinking to your knees in front of him, tracing your hands down his body all the way down as you did.

“Fuck,” he breathed. You looked up at him with a cheeky smile.

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” you said.

He shook his head. “Exactly,” he said. “Just seeing you on your knees drives me absolutely wild, you know that?”

You worked on his belt and unzipped those tight leather pants, pulling him out and giving him a few strokes. “I can see that,” you teased.

“Oh, don’t be a brat,” he said, his voice sharp with desire. He gave a choked groan as you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, swirling your tongue over the tip, loving the taste of him. He was painfully hard; you realized he’d enjoyed your teasing at the bar more than you’d thought, and you liked the idea of making him that hard in front of God and everybody. 

“God, I’ve wanted to do this since you walked in,” you told him between kitten-licks and sloppy kisses to his cock. “This outfit drives me fucking crazy, Freddie. Every time you wear it I want to get on my knees for you.”

“That’s - ahh - that’s good to know,” he managed, his voice pitching up sweetly as you drew little gasps from him with your attention to his cock. You took the head of his cock in your mouth, tasting his precum, giving a hum of pleasure; his hands went to your hair, his fingers tangling and tugging. 

He gave an obscene moan as you took him in your mouth as deeply as your could, careful even in his desire to keep still and let you go as slowly as you needed. No matter how many times you took him, Freddie was always a bit of a challenge; you took deep breaths and took him slowly, concentrating on the delicious sounds of pleasure falling from his lips.

“Christ, honey,” he groaned. His hips bucked against your mouth and you relaxed and took him deeper, bracing yourself against his thighs. You could feel his heartbeat everywhere, under your palms, on your tongue, carded through your hair. His gasps went straight to your core, and you responded by moaning around his cock.

“Wait, wait,” he said desperately. You stopped and looked up at him, his cock still heavy on your tongue, and he moaned.

“Don’t look at me like that, fuck,” he said. “Not gonna last with you looking at me like that.”

Feeling flirty, you batted your eyelashes at him before swallowing around him, drawing a hiss of pleasure from him.

“Jesus, fuck, alright,” he said. He gave you a crooked smile that mixed amusement and such pure desire that you honest to God blushed, on your knees with his cock in your mouth.

“God, you’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?” he said. He drew a deep breath. “Alright, pop off, then. No more candy for you, trouble.”

You smirked as much as you could around him and pulled off with a pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You pressed a light kiss to the tip of his cock before you stood, unable to resist giving it a little more love.

“It’s a little unfair,” you said. “It is Halloween, after all. Candy’s almost required.”

He only gave you a smirk, and before you could say anything else, Freddie picked you up and sat you on the counter. You yelped in surprise, unprepared for the sudden switch, and clung to his shoulders even as he settled himself between your knees.

“I didn’t say no candy at all,” he said, giving your a bruising kiss. You ran your hands over his biceps, gasping as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth.

His hands sneaked up under your skirt, pushing it up to your waist. “Just no candy for you. I can have all I want.”

You felt nearly lightheaded with desire as he got to his knees in front of you, flashing you a wicked grin. You barely had time to react to it before he was spreading your knees and pushing your panties to the side.

“Fuck, Freddie,” you moaned, already wound tight as a spring as he lapped at your heat. 

He moaned against you, the feel of it and his warm breath against your core making you gasp. His tongue worked at your entrance while he rubbed slow circles against your clit, enough to make you moan but not enough to bring you to the edge. You moved as close to him as you could manage, wanting him deeper.

“Keep making those pretty sounds for me, darling,” he said.

You obliged him, moans and gasps tumbling from your mouth as he worked on you with his. God, he was almost annoyingly good at this.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, cheeky. He took a moment to lick and kiss all over the inside of your thighs.

“Come back,” you whined, tugging at his curls.

You could feel his smirk. “Impatient little thing,” he mused. He tutted. “Very well, then, if you insist.”

He pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards in a come-hither motion as he sucked on your clit. You gave a sinfully loud moan at the pleasure that shocked through you, bucking your hips against his mouth and tangling your fingers deeper in his curls. 

“Oh my God,” you nearly sobbed as his tongue swirled over your clit. “Jesus Christ.”

You felt him grin, the cheeky bastard. “Just me, sweetheart.”

His fingers pumped in and out of you, gradually picking up their pace, making you see stars. 

“You taste fucking incredible, honey,” he said. “Sweeter than candy.”

You moaned as he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, tasting all of you. Without realizing you were doing it, you started to chant his name like a prayer.

“Freddie, oh, God, please, Freddie, Freddie,” you said, your breath coming in gasps and breathless moans. He turned his mouth to your thighs again, sucking love marks into your skin, as his thumb pressed deep circles against your clit.

“Fuck, Freddie, gonna cum,” you said. “Oh, God, Freddie, gonna cum, gonna cum - ”

“Cum for me, honey,” he said, his voice surprisingly tender as he nipped at your skin. “Good girl, go on and cum for me.”

You gave a sob of pleasure as he brought you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through your whole body. You threw your head back and saw stars, moaning as he worked you through your orgasm until you were spent. You straightened slowly as he pulled his fingers out of you and pressed one last kiss to your thigh before standing. He smirked and kissed you, letting you taste yourself.

“See how sweet,” he said, his voice almost lost in his heavy breaths. 

You hooked your fingers under his red-hot suspenders and pulled him closer to you. “I can think of something sweeter,” you said against his mouth. “I want you inside me, Freddie, please.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Anything for you, honey.”

He made quick work of your panties, pulling them down your thighs and tossing them over his shoulder like he owned the place. You gripped his shoulders tight enough to leave bruises as he pushed into you, sheathing himself to the hilt with a gasp of pleasure.

“Oh, Freddie,” you said, loving the feel of him filling you up. He gave you a moment to adjust, kissing you deeply, his hands roaming everywhere and sending sparks through you wherever they landed.

“I love you,” he said, his breath warm against your skin. “Christ, I love you so much.”

You carded your hands through his hair. “I love you, Freddie.”

You kissed him, drawing him closer, letting him know it was ok to move. He started slow but steady, his hips pushing against yours and drawing little pants and moans from you with every thrust. You could tell he wasn’t going to last long; he’d been painfully hard for a while now, and he’d been waiting patiently. You wanted to make it worth his while, and drew your legs higher up where they wrapped around his waist to draw him deeper.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he said, his breath coming in desperate gasps. He reached a hand between you to circle your already-sensitive clit, and both of you moaned when you tightened around him.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last,” he gasped, his hips snapping against yours.

“Me either,” you managed. His circles against your clit grew faster and you felt yourself nearing the edge in a matter of seconds, already a live wire from your last orgasm. Your grip on his shoulders tightened. 

“Oh, Freddie, Freddie - ” you moaned. “I’m cumming, oh, God, Freddie - ”

You tightened around his cock as you came for the second time, the drag of his cock inside you making you nearly dizzy with the pleasure of it.

“Gonna cum,” he said between moans. “Jesus, honey - fuck, gonna cum.”

“Cum for me,” you said breathlessly, kissing him as his thrusts grew sloppier and faster. He moaned into your mouth as he spilled inside you. You loved the feel of his heat inside and out as he pressed close to you.

He stayed inside of you for a few moments after he was spent, holding you in his arms and drawing you as close to him as he could. You draped your arms over his shoulders and brushed your fingers through his curls, giving a tired and satisfied smile as he kissed all over your face.

“I love you,” he said softly.

You giggled as he kissed the tip of your nose. “I love you too, Freddie. More than anything.” You smile turned a little cheeky. “I’m glad you liked your candy.”

He chuckled. “More than you know, my sweet.”

You met his eyes, more in love with him than you ever could have thought possible. You smiled. “Happy Halloween, Freddie.” 

He smiled and kissed you gently, tender and soft. “It certainly is, honey,” he said sweetly. “Happy Halloween.”

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[pigapigaaa]

It's late, but Happy Halloqueen~~

Here's My gift for @honestly-notforeveryone boo!! I'm your spooky santa~~ 😚😚😚

sorry for being late dear, I hope you Like it >u<) /

[j0ebay]

Happy Halloween - J.M.

(this gif kills me)

okay SO this is my halloqueen present for @acdeaky IM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE LIKE EVERYTHING HAPPENED AT ONCE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT LOVE

You see your boyfriend of 3 years come down the stairs dressed as the best-looking angel

“Oh my gosh, Joe you look so handsome!” You squeal and run over to him, peppering his face in little kisses.

Joe wraps his arms around your waist and holds you at arm's length.

“And might I say you are one sexy devil” He mutters kissing your jawline and sliding his hands lower and lower until…

Ding dong.

You rush out of his arms and to the door screaming “KIDS ARE HERE KIDS ARE HERE!!”

Joe laughs from behind you as you greet the first wave of kids with a gigantic bowl of candy. You open the door and hear the magic words in unison.

“Trick or treat!”

You squeal at the kids as Joe walks up behind you and puts his hands on your waist.

“Oh my goodness I see Baymax and a witch and Robyn from Stranger Things!” You say as you hand out candy.

“Have a good night you guys” Joe says as the kids walk away 

-

At 9 PM, your lights go off and your TV goes on.

“Joe, baby, you have the popcorn?” you ask while coming down the stairs, now in the comfiest clothes you own.

He walks out of the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn for the two of you and you smile, meeting him at the living room couch. Setting the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table in front of you, Joe leans back into the cushions and wraps his arms around you. Slowly & surely, you curl yourself into his side and grab the remote from the table.

“Scary movie time,” You ask, looking up at Joe with the biggest doe eyes possible.

He responds with a light sigh and a nod.

“If you insist, babygirl. But, I can’t promise I won’t scream the whole time” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You smile and nuzzle your face deeper into his side and click on the first horror movie you see, “The Shining”

“(Y/N) really?” Joe mutters to you, causing you to giggle.

“Um yes really it’s my favorite horror movie of all time” you smile sweetly at him.

 As the minutes drag by, along with the scenes of the movie, you catch your eyes droop.

“My girl falling asleep on me?” you hear, all you can do is grunt in response.

Suddenly something happens in the movie causing Joe to jump which causes you to jump.

Fifteen minutes pass and Joe looks down to see your sleeping figure curled into his side. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight sleepy girl. I love you”

[prince-rogers-nelsons-sensi]

|𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖓 |

𝔚𝔢'𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

𝔚𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

A little halloqueen gift I've made and dedicated for @someone-get-a-medic! Happy Halloween, darling! I hope you like this gothic moodboard I've came up for you! Also, it is, I, your secret santa!!! 🖤🖤🖤

[mezzomercury]

Watching Halloween Movies with the Queen Boys (Headcanons)

Written for @rogah-wrote-gaga​ for the HalloQueen event

Brian:

-Would want to watch old classics, like Nosferatu, Psycho, or The Shining

-Doesn’t want to watch anything too scary because he’s concerned about you.

-You assure him that you can take it and not to worry about you getting too scared.

-Splurges on all of your favorite candy to that both of you eat while watching.

-Gets a bunch of pillows and blankets from your bedroom so you two can cuddle during the movie.

-To some annoyance, he makes comments about inaccuracies or plot holes, but you find it entertaining after a while, as long as he doesn’t do it too frequently.

-Claims that he never gets startled by jumpscares, but is easily scared whenever they happen, even if he’s seen the movie dozens of times already.

-You can’t help but laugh every time he yelps.

Roger:

-Wants to watch the scariest movies you can think of. He keeps boasting about how he can withstand any amount of horror.

-You decide to marathon all of the movies in The Conjuring universe, since you want to give him a bit of a challenge.

-Roger practically fills the room with every junk food and candy known to man. He somehow manages to consume most of it just after the first movie.

-Gets scared and screams loudly at the first jump scare in the very first movie, which makes him spill his giant bowl of popcorn everywhere.

-When you decide to challenge him even further and watch The Exorcist, he accepts the challenge as if he wasn’t frightened the past few movies.

-This backfires on him because as soon as the green vomit scene happens, he starts throwing up immediately.

-You’re not sure if he threw up out of disgust, or if it was from the overconsumption of junk food. Most likely a 50/50 split.

John:

-Not really the biggest fan of scary movies. It’s not that he gets scared, they’re just not his thing.

-Instead he prefers family-friendly and comedic or goofy Halloween movies, like The Nightmare Before Christmas, Hocus Pocus, Young Frankenstein, and Coraline (his personal fave, as well as yours.)

-Starts involuntarily singing whenever any of these movies have a musical number.

-He unashamedly knows all the lyrics of “This is Halloween” from The Nightmare Before Christmas by heart.

-Also “I Put a Spell on You” from Hocus Pocus. 

-Preferred movie snack: CHEESE. ON. MOTHERFUCKING. TOAST.

-Even though nothing is scary, he still likes to hold you close and be a giant burrito blankie with you.

[b1ackvenom]

Watch it 💀🎃😈

[longestlegsinrock]

Happy Halloqueen! 

I made this for @jesus-in-a-life-boat for @dtfrogertaylor ‘s amazing Halloqueen event. I’m so sorry that it’s a couple days late, I couldn’t work on it last week, due to power outages. Thank you so much for hosting Halloqueen, I had so much fun doing this, and I hope y’all like it!

[jmeddows2]

ooh savory snacks! what kind?? - 🎃

I‘m the biggest sucker for Nachos with a cheese dip 😍😋

[rose-writes-prose]

Don’t You Hear My Call  HalloQueenEvent

Hi Noah! @just-my-sickly-pride​ 

Happy Halloween! I hope you enjoy this a lot. 

(Apologies for it being so late. I wanted to make it perfect, and perfect is the enemy of complete.)

Warning: mentions of ghosts, blood, loud noises, and death

Your first mistake was being so trusting. 

Well, no. That's not entirely true. Being too trusting was more of a personal flaw rooted in years of optimism, rather than an action that could be categorized as a mistake. Your first actual mistake was trusting the weather report for a chilly evening and cloudless skies. While it was crisp on the trek to the university's "Unofficial Costume Party," the air was thick with the stony smell of a storm. Skies were only partially cloudy, and any visible stars pierced the inky sky. If the report was wrong, perhaps it was off an hour. A downpour came when you were too far to retrieve an umbrella. What should have been a simple walk was warped into hopping over puddles and seeking shelter, which was oddly scarce. The road was empty, with no cabs or buses in sight. The thought of running occurred to you, but tripping in your costume was inevitable. 

After too long, you finally made it to the front door of the party. A pulsing bass reached your bothered feet. Up the steps and through the door you went. It was very dim inside, and hardly anyone was recognizable in their costumes. 

A sudden ear-piercing cry filled the air. Your head turned to see what is the matter. But everyone was partying, too focused on the bottles or lips pressed against their mouths. Maybe it was the booming bass of the speakers, but no one seemed altered by what had just disturbed you. It came again, louder, another consistent wail that sliced through the air and into your head. Your hands flew to your ears, failing to muffle the sharp invasion to your head. Tears pricked your eyes, a substitute for the whimper barred from escape by your pursed lips. 

"Are you alright?"

A Gomez Addams placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of your trance. It felt warm compared to your now chilled body. 

"Did your costume get wet? I've got some more upstairs if you need it. Though it would be ghastly to hide this piece you have." 

Gomez led you up the stairs and down a hall to his dorm room, telling you about what other things he could offer you. A pile of clothes was falling out of the laundry bin, which he apologized for, and several loose papers were littered across the floor and bed closest to the window. After a minute of searching, he told you to wait there while he searched for his trunk of costumes, giving you a purple fluffy bathrobe to change into. "It must be in Roger's room. Oh, I'm Freddie, by the way. You're Y/N, yeah?" 

You struggled to say anything at first, but a patient nod from Freddie coaxed you to ask: "Did you hear it? The scream?"

The perplexed look from Freddie shouldn't have surprised you, but it did. He was barely able to hear anything downstairs, but he promised to ask around if it made you feel better. It didn't, but you thanked him anyway. Freddie left, yet solitude did not come over you. An untraced gaze was scratching at your skin, an itch digging deep for a place no one was supposed to know about. The shriek came again. Harsher. More overpowering. 

Closer. 

You looked through the window to check for the sound. Maybe a wounded animal. Unable to get a proper look outside, you opened the window; the wind had stopped, but the rain poured on, sheets upon sheets of water shooting to the earth. It was too loud to hear anything over its deafening whisper. 

Thunder shook the room, knocking out the lights. The door clicked behind you. You hesitantly turned your head back to look at the door. 

It wasn't Freddie. 

A tall figure loomed over you, intent eyes inspecting you from beneath a mop of curly shadow. His hands hung limp at his side, still as an autumn night. He had an ancient air about him, older than England, perhaps. With only his eyes, centuries of memories were sent deep within, none very happy. 

"I'm not the only one."

The figure approached you until you were nose to nose, and you nearly screamed. His face was terribly gaunt, horribly pale, hauntingly translucent. The eyes so fixated on you were bulbous and bloodshot over dark, sunken eyelids. A curtain-like mouth revealed pointed yellow teeth in a crooked smile. His clothes were torn and faded, a white robe that fell to his ankles. Only the shrowd over his head was intact, pinned to a mess of stygian hair. 

"Excuse me?" you choked out.

"You look just like me."

Oh, right. Your banshee costume, which had begun to conjure a foul smell. Your hair was heavy with rain that had streamed down your face, cleaning off any paint, which had stained your soaked ghost costume. It was a frightening sight. You weren't sure if that bothered you or not. It had to be you who was foolish enough to trust the weather report and leave their umbrella. It had to be you whose banshee costume, labor of copious love and intricate detail was utterly destroyed. 

"Yeah, I guess," you sighed, "I'm a banshee that got caught by the rain. At least you look like you meant to."

The ghostly figure knit his brow in confusion. "This is how I always look."

You appreciated his mock confusion at the moment. "Are you Freddie's roommate?" He shook his head. "What are you doing here? The party's downstairs."

"Looking for you."

Blunt and very creepy. Or was this only a character?

You decided to play it cool, hoping for the best. "Is that the only reason?"

His smile faltered as he stepped back. "I thought you would be happy to see me."

Your stomach dropped. If he was doing a character, he was taking it very seriously. Too seriously.

"Why?"

"Wouldn't you want to talk? It's been so long for me."

"Since you've talked to someone?"

"Yes!" he cried.

Your lip curled at his unwarranted desperation. The digging itch in your skin was sharper now, infiltrating your nerves. A call in the back of your mind told you to solve the mystery of who the hell is this creep. You listened. You didn't need some stranger in disturbing garb making your night worse. 

Without warning, he drew his hand forward to grab you. You pushed him away, somehow knocking him to the floor.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know why you came to find me. You have me mistaken for someone else."

Red eyes glowed with pain in the dark. You stared back, ignoring the heaving of your chest from the sudden outburst. No move was made between the two of you. He stayed on the floor, timid. Perhaps you were wrong to be so harsh.

"I really don't remember ever meeting." you offered the spooky man a hand. "I'm Y/N."

"We haven't, at least I don't think. Perhaps a long time ago." The pain in his eyes remained. "I'm sorry to frighten you. I'm Brian." 

You weren't convinced. "You could've just waited for me downstairs."

He shrugged. "It's louder than I'm comfortable with."

That was the first thing he said that you could empathize with. You decided to let your guard down and understand Brian. He lacked a few social skills, evidently, but was surprisingly charming. He was able to make you laugh a few times at jokes about music, which he knew a lot about. You told him about your interest in groups like Panic! At the Disco and the Beatles while he listened. The atmosphere was calmer than it was before. Brian appeared less ghastly as the night went on, less transparent or demonic. His eyes softened to a berry red. His crooked smile looked less menacing. The invasive itch was gone, the shriek long away from your mind. 

Freddie burst in, a trunk of clothes on his hip. "Why'd you turn the lights out?" With a flip of a switch, the room was bright again. 

Did he not notice the blackout?

"Blackout?" he laughed, setting the trunk on his bed, "A blackout in only one room? And you opened the window! You've only been here five 

Five minutes? 

No, it felt like you'd been sitting with Brian for half an hour.

You turned to Brian for an explanation. He must have turned off the lights when he came in. You got no clear response from him. He was silent, glowering eyes on Freddie, sizing him up. His glowering then turned to you, a twinge of shock and betrayal picking through. And, not knowing quite why, you felt guilty.

"Y/N," Freddie broke you from your trance, "what are you staring at?"

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Freddie couldn't see Brian. The lights went out as soon as Brian had entered the room. His appearance, his attitude, the way his presence was physically affecting you. He reacted so strongly to your costume and Freddie being able to see you.

Holy shit, Brian was a ghost. 

And he thought you were a ghost, too.

"Alright, you're acting weird." Freddie shrugged, heading back to the hall. "See what costumes in the trunk you like, then hang your wet one in the bathroom."

The room was quiet again, but with the lights one, everything was more transparent. You looked at Brian, but for once, he wasn't looking at anything. His head was down, hair blocking his face. 

"You're a ghost, aren't you?"

"Banshee, actually," Brian corrected. "You're just wearing a Halloween costume, aren't you?"

"I take it as a compliment that my costume was this convincing."

You remembered hearing of banshees as a child. Banshees came in scary stories to explain strange noises in the night. Ghosts who would present themselves to someone before they died.

Oh.

Brian kept his gaze down to his lap, uninterested in anything around him. His hands were folded into each other, thumbs massaging each other. You weren't sure whether to hug him or run away.

"But I am sorry I'm not what you thought I was." You hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder before it passed through. "You're the last of your kind."

No sooner had your hand passed through his shoulder that an earth-shattering wail exploded through the room. You covered your ears, but it did nothing to silence the wail pouring into them. Tearing flooded your eyes, blurring your vision. The floor shook as everything went dark. Brian sharply turned to you, glowing red eyes dripping down his into his mouth or onto his chin. Those eyes. They were the last thing you saw before you collapsed. 

-

You awoke the next morning in your own bed. The haze of being partially asleep and partially aware that you're awake was still over you. The covers were twisted, leaving you to shiver. In a few minutes, you would will your body to sit up. But not now. 

The sky was still gray from the previous night's storm, splashing scattered raindrops across the window. You didn't remember coming home last night, but a few sniffles and a stuffed nose indicated that you had to walk. 

Strange how you couldn't remember a single thing from last night's party. No hangover muddled your memory, no texts on your phone revealed any interaction. But then you saw your hand.

There was a gigantic crescent-shaped scar on your palm. 

You sat up immediately. Where had the scar come from? You couldn't have gotten it from last night. It would still be a wound. It like a substantial dent in your hand. 

You still weren't convinced. 

You lept out of bed and walked to the bathroom. In the fluorescent light, the scar was more real than ever. What was more real to you at that moment was a pair of blood-red eyes staring at you through the mirror. 

Your blood-red eyes. 

On a gaunt, translucent face.

Under a white, pinned shroud. 

You screamed.

[dtfrogertaylor]

Happy HalloQUEEN

After reviewing the responses from the ANATF feedback questionnaire I have taken in account your suggestions and organised a Halloween Queen/Borhap Fandom event. Although this event is Halloween themed your gift does not have to be related to Halloween in anyway. 

This is my third time making this post because Tumblr keeps hiding and messing up the links. If you have previously filled in a questionnaire from those other posts you do not need to fill it in again, you are already entered.

What is this?

It is an event for the Queen/Borhap fandom where you will be gifting an imagine or visual (moodboard, gif set or drawing) to each other, basically a secret santa! Just fill in the questionnaire and follow the rules and you will be entered!

Before filling in the questionnaire please make sure you have read the event masterpost thoroughly and understand all the rules.

<<questionnaire>>

Dates: the questionnaire ‘officially’ closes the 27th September so all names and respective questionnaires can be given out by the 1st October giving you the whole month of October until the deadline the 31st October, Halloween.

The tag for this event is #halloqueenevent please make sure you are following this tag to ensure you don’t miss any announcements about the event!

If you have any further questions, suggestions or comments please feel free to shoot me an ask or message, but please make sure to go through the event masterpost and #halloqueenevent tag to see if it’s already been answered.

If links don’t work for you, the post with all the links that work is linked in my bio.

[acdeaky]

happy halloween! rebloging this cutie from last year so enjoy this again!

remember: stay safe, wear a fucking mask, wash your hands, listen to science and VOTE !

love you all, mwah 💋

fright night ‘85

warning: fluff

note: happy halloqueen to the lovely @picking-up-the-glass ; i’m so excited for you to read this! i know it’s only short, but it’s cute and halloweenie. happy halloqueen one and all! 🎃

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halloween of 1985 was new and exciting. costumes had become more popular and were less about safety and more about appearance. children where running around as early as four pm to cram in as much trick or treating as they could before it was too late. the amount of parents being dragged throughout the neighbourhood was humorous as you and roger watched from your front window.

of course, your house was decked to bottom in as many decorations as you could fit (and what looked presentable). you had hanging ghosts, lights, pumpkins lining the steps to your porch (with a few crowded beside your front door) and bloody hand prints on the window. this display had been up since october 24th, with many children, and adults, stopping and admiring the glowing lights in the dark and the creepy ghosts which swung gently in the autumn wind more often than not.

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[jmeddows2]

what’s your favorite candy?? - 🎃

I’m actually more a fan of savory snacks 🙈 but if I had to decide it’d be Reese’s or a Yorkie bar ☺️

[jmeddows2]

long time no chat hahah I know you said halloweeen’s not big in your country but what’s your ideal Halloween costume? - 🎃

I don’t have a preferance. I’m bad at this lol

Here are some of my previous costumes: woman that has blood running down her eyes (pretty bad I know 😂), Miranda Sings 😂😂, Taylor Swift and some skimpy stuff like nun and devil