#concept time

[queenscoolcat]

All of them love being taller than their Significant Others

Brian May

For Bri it wasn’t that new that people were shorter than him.

And there were days when he hated being so tall.

But when you came in the picture, he started to come to terms with it.

When he holds you, your head always end up laying in his chest.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” you said making Brian move to look at you.

He wanted to ask you about it, but when he saw how calm you were, he decided to leave it that way.

Brian adore hugging you, his frame was always larger than you, so when he wrap his arms around you, it was so nice for both of you.

Sometimes you would climb on top of thing to be on his height and kiss him.

You would be a couple steps above him on the stairs or sit on the kitchen counter so you could place your arms around his neck pulling him to kiss you.

Once both of you were drunk and heading back to your apartment.

“Do you like being tall?” You ask Brian.

Brian frown at the strange question though he started to think of a right answer.

“Not much until I met you,” he finally said making you giggle like a little girl.

“How’s that?” You continue asking wanting to hear his voice and sweet answers.

“It just feels right, your body fits just perfect with my tall self,” he mutters starting to feel self-conscious about his cheesy answer.

You move closer to him, giving his hand a little squeeze as you continue walking.

“I love that your tall too,” you suddenly said making Brian turn to look at you “sometimes I feel like you could stand on your tip toes and touch the stars.”

Brian chuckle at your answer and how he started to realise you were more drunk than he thought, but still he smile widely and kiss your cheek.

“That’s the best compliment I have ever received,” Brian whispers as he stops waking and turn you to stare into your eyes.

He starts to lean closer to kiss you, bending himself just as you stand on your tip toes to finally touch his lips.

Roger Taylor

He had tall friends, so it was rare when he feel tall around someone.

So he adores being taller than you.

Sometimes (almost everyday) he would place stuff on places you would need his help to grab.

He adores when you call his name and ask him to grab them.

The best part of that was that you would always kiss him.

You would stand on your tip toes and pulling him closer you would crash your lips on his or his cheeks.

He adores the feeling of you making an effort to kiss him.

Roger adores teasing you.

You always knew those were jokes cause if someone adore that you were shorter than him, it definitely was Roger.

He adore hugging you from behind and placing his chin on your shoulder or the top of your head.

The boys adore having you on the recording studio with them.

Specially cause Roger would be so smitten by you.

On the breaks he would make you sit on his lap as he shows you how to play the drums.

“It’s like we fit perfectly,” once Roger said while he was on a break and you were learning some new beat he was showing you.

You stop your drumming, and turning to look at him you couldn’t contain your smile.

“What?” You ask making Roger blush.

“Nothing,” he mutters quite shy from what he said.

Your eyes meet with his and not wanting to say anything more, you cup his cheek pulling him for a kiss.

“You know?” You mutter when the kiss was over “I love being in here cause it’s easier to kiss you.”

Roger laughs at your comment as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“It does feels like we fit perfectly,” You whisper for him to hear.

And before he could say anything more, you turn around and continue drumming the beat he just show you.

John Deacon

John was really tall, and for some reason there were time when you couldn’t notice it.

But when you started dating, both of you begin to see it.

Kissing was a funny sight to see.

Cause you would be on your tiptoes while John had to bend himself to meet your lips.

But you wouldn’t change that for anothing.

John adores cuddinling with you.

Cause of the height difference, John felt that when you lay in bed he could wrap you in his arms.

He always wanted to pull you closer to feel your body press against his.

Though from time to time he wanted to be the small spoon.

At first it was a little awkward to find the position you wanted to be.

But when you were comfortable it was just lovely.

Whenever he had the chance, John would kiss the top of your head or your forehead.

You would giggle like a little girl, making John blush a little.

John adore staring at you.

From watching you do your things without noticing he was staring at you to watching you as you fall asleep next to him.

Specially when you stand in your tip toes to grab something.

And no matter what he was doing, he would stop to help you.

John would place a hand on your hip while the other grab the thing that you needed.

Just before he gave it to you, he would kiss your cheek and smile sweetly at you.

“There you go, love,” he whispers with a tender smile.

“My hero,” you joke, winking at him before you continue doing your thing.

Only for John to continue watching you with heart eyes.

Concept time💕

[orwocolor]

Concept where Gwilym finds out that Ben has been flirting with you (his girlfriend - which you did nothing about because you were oblivious as you and Ben are good friends) and he fights with Ben but is still too wounded up and so takes you home where he shows you just how angry and protective he is (smut) thanks

Oops, I got carried away again, enjoy! All under the cut ‘cause smut (18+ only)

Gwilym is eyeing you the whole evening. Leaning against a bar with a bottle of beer in his hand, he watches you intently as you swirl around Ben, both of you out of breath as you dance like crazy on the dance floor.

It’s been a while since the guys had a get together, but finally, you all managed to find some free time in your crazy schedules to meet and go out for drinks. You opted for a nice cocktail dress, relishing in the way the purple silk hugged your curves. Gwil chose a classic; dark trousers and jacket with a pristine white shirt, letting a few buttons open to show a patch of skin and hair on his chest. You gulped audibly when you saw him and he gave you a knowing smirk.

But then you finally met with the guys and you were so excited to see them again that you shifted your focus on them, asking them about their families, friends, dogs, and new exciting projects. Eventually, you ended up in a local bar and when you heard the first notes of your favourite song, probably some 2000′s bop, you changed a delighted look with Ben as you leaped onto the dance floor.

Now you’re dancing, giving everything you can into your moves. Jumping about, twirling, sometimes accidentally bumping into other dancers. You sing the songs at the top of your lungs and laugh every time it’s clear as day that you actually don’t know the lyrics and you’re making the words up. And when you hear The Time Of Your Life, you immediately get into the position to do the fingers-running-down-your-inner-arm move, never being those who would waste such an opportunity.

But a pair of eyes don’t miss the way you hide your smile into Ben’s shoulder when his fingers tickle your sensitive skin. He twirls you and pulls you to him, swaying with you in a tight embrace, every now and then whispering something into your ear. He’s gossiping about the other dancers but your boyfriend can’t hear him. Gwilym’s grip on the glass bottle tightens and his knuckles go white.

You and Ben return back to the bar, both of you panting hard as you try to catch your breath, and Gwil’s eyes dart to the hand that Ben’s placed on your lower back.

“A cab is waiting for us, come on,” he announces, his words stinging as frostbites. Without another word, he turns on his heel, slamming the bottle on the bar countertop with a loud bang, and storms off.

You slowly turn to Ben. “I have no idea what’s gotten into him, but I’ll rather go and see if he’s okay.” You don’t like it. You don’t like it at all. No, you positively hate it, but you can’t tell why he’s being so angry.

“Sure, I’ll tell the others. See you tomorrow.” Ben wraps you in a tight goodbye embrace and you exit the bar. You find the cab parked at the curb waiting for you with Gwilym inside. You get inside and it pulls away. Gwil must have already given the driver your address as he remains silent. Speaking of the man seated next to you, he pays you no attention, not batting an eyelash as he looks straight out of the window at a London night.

“Care to tell me what’s happened?” you ask, annoyance apparent in your voice. But there’s no response. So that’s how it is going to be? With Gwil giving you the silent treatment? Well, two can play the game. Huffing, you turn to the car window on your side and stare out mindlessly, not caring a hang about your surroundings as the cab flies through the City. All you are painfully aware of is the abyss that has formed between you, punctuated by the distance put between your bodies settled on the car seats, the black leather resembling the darkness of a chasm.

Gwilym pays the driver when you reach your destination and gets out of the car in silence. You follow him, your back slouched as you drag your feet, since you have no desire to spend the rest of your night with this sulking stranger. It’s not like him at all!

He’s left the door open for you and you enter the front hall. As you close it, you hear keys rattling in a key bowl.

“What was he whispering to you?” he asks angrily out of sudden.

“Ah, now you’re talking,” you respond dryly and take off your shoes, happy to get rid of the high heels.

“Answer the question.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say earnestly, his behaviour still confusing the hell out of you.

“Ben. I’m talking about Ben. I saw you. He was whispering something to you when you were dancing. Although, I’m not sure you can call whatever you were doing on the dance floor as dancing.” He almost spits out the last words and the venom in his voice startles you. You can hear blood boiling in your ears.

“What? Ben and I are friends!”

“Yeah, really?” He starts slowly walking to you and you move a step back, then another, until your back hits the front door. “You’re so sure? Aren’t you something more than just friends?” He’s right in front of you and you need to raise your eyes to look into his face.

“You’re… jealous?” you ask slowly, and suddenly, it all makes sense. “Oh my God, you are! I can’t believe-”

The rest of your sentence dies in your throat as he presses his lips to yours and kisses you sloppily, biting on your bottom lip every now and then. You slide your tongue against his, and his hands roam all over your body. He grabs your breasts into his palms and pinches your nipples through the thin fabric as you tug at his hair forcefully. He moans into the kiss and deepens it, not allowing you to take a breath.

However, after a moment, he finally breaks the kiss. “Tell me you’re mine,” he says breathlessly and brings his hands down to your thighs, and grasps the hem of your dress, bunching up the fabric and hoisting it up to reveal your black lace knickers. He pushes his hand into them and dips a finger in your wetness that has formed there.

“Look at me.” He tilts your chin upwards and stares into your eyes. “Say that you’re mine,” he demands as he drags his finger to your clit, finding it with no problems and circling it with the finger.

“I’m yours,” you grunt out and throw your head back at the sensation when he starts rubbing at your clit harder, absolutely merciless in his actions. Your thighs are trembling and you hold onto his arms for dear life.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, you, only you.” You’re panting hard, squeezing your eyes in pleasure. You can feel his erection pressing into your thigh as he pushes a finger inside you, massaging your walls. You clench around the digit and let out a keen moan.

You bring your hands to his trousers-clad hardness but he swats your fingers away, grabs your wrists and pulls them up above your head, pressing them against the wooden panel of the door. “Naughty girl,” he whispers into your ear. Taking a hold of your wrists with one hand only and pinning them there, he snakes his other hand back into your panties and plunges a middle finger into your heat while his thumb circles your clit. A scream escapes your mouth and you toss your head around.

“Who do you belong to? Say it!”

“You, I belong to you! There’s no one else, God, just you, only you.” You’re turning into an incomprehensible mess, a moaning and gasping mess.

“Say my name,” he growls low in his throat and pushes another finger inside you, pumping them in and out.

“Gwilym!”

“Who’s making you feel this good?” His pace quickens.

“You, Gwil, you do, only you.” Your eyes roll back and knees buckle.

“Yeah, baby girl, are you all wet for me?”

You let out the filthiest moan. “Yes, yes, for you.”

“Can you hear yourself? Can you hear the wet sound your pussy’s making? You know why’s that?”

It’s hard to concentrate on your words, but you do your best. “Because of you. You’re making me feel so good.” The proud look on his face has you mewling in his arms.

“That’s right, baby girl, that’s right. You wanna cum? Wanna cum around my fingers?” He pushes his forehead against yours. With your mouths dropped open, your lips are touching as you share the hot air between you.

“Please, yes, please, please, I want to cum so bad, please.”

He adds pressure to your clit and you shake violently as you finally reach your high, your hips buckling and Gwilym’s finger not leaving your skin as he tries to prolong your orgasm.

After a while, you calm down a bit, still panting hard as your swollen lips remain parted.

Gwilym drops your arm and rubs at them soothingly, helping your blood return to your limbs.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asks with concern.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, your chest heaving with deep breaths.

“Good ‘cause we’re not done yet.” he smirks. “Go to the bedroom, strip, get on the bed, and wait for me on all fours.”

[demidorks]

Concept: The chat group of the Seven of the Prophecy plus Nico and Reyna is called ’Heroes of Olympus’ ironically and they know there is something there that they are not realizing.

[scritchingandscratchingonpaper]

A deity of the 'Void That Sings'...

[queenscoolcat]

can I request some Joe smut where you ride him hard?

You knew Joe was busy.

He had so many things to do.

But you couldn’t help to watch him as he frown in concern.

He looked so damn good, and as much as you wanted to let him be, you were so turn on, you needed to do something.

“Joe...” you mumble loud enough for him to hear.

“Yes?” he mutters not even turning to look at you.

“I need you,” you admit, letting a little whine out as Joe’s eyes move to stare at you.

He narrows his eyes as he studies your figure.

Only to sigh and continue with his work.

“I’m busy, love,” he mutters making you whine even louder “when I’m finish I’m all yours.”

There was a silence in the room just before you got the perfect idea.

Your hand starter to travel to unbutton your jeans just before you began to rub small circles on your clothed clit.

“Not if I finish myself first,” you moan just above a whisper.

InmedItaly Joe’s glace was back at you.

“Stop it,” Joe said making you smile and continue with your actions.

“No,” you mutter closing your eyes for a second, loving the pleasure you were feeling.

“It wasn’t a question, it was an order,” Joe says with a firm tone, making you open your eyes and stop your actions.

Slowly you take your finger away, never breaking eye contact with Joe.

“Come here,” Joe orders in such a dominant voice, you could feel yourself grow even wetter.

Without saying anything more, you did what you were told just as you make sure to move your hips a little more than usual.

Joe was still sitting in his chair as his eyes scan your body.

With a swift motion, Joe removed your jeans and panties.

“Take the rest off,” he said while he began to unbuckle his pants.

You could see he was already hard when he pulled his cock out of his pants.

He didn’t remove anything else, he was almost completely dress while you were naked.

“You wanted to do the job, then you better do it good,” he mutters as his hands guide you to sit on his lap.

You lick your lips as your eyes stare at Joe.

You slowly move closer to kiss his lips.

And what started in a gently kiss, turn into a heated one.

Soon enough you were guiding his cock into your entrance.

Both of you moan each other’s names as you sink on his hard cock.

You began to move slowly, enjoying the feeling of having him inside you so much.

But Joe wasn’t having any of it.

So he grab your hips and started to move you even faster.

“Shit... Joe...” you moan closing your eyes and moving your hands to his shoulders.

Joe’s grip on your hips was so tight, but you didnt care, it felt so good.

“Joe... I’m so close,” you moan as you felt his lips starting to kiss your chest.

As soon as you said that, Joe turn to look at you before he started to kiss you again.

The pleasure was so much, and even though you wanted to feel Joe’s lips against yours, your moans were interfering.

“Cum, my love,” he mutters, making you nod and clench your walls as you start to cum.

Joe’s eyes remain looking at you, mesmerise by every movement and expression you made.

After you ride your orgasm, you let your head fall to Joe’s chest.

“Sorry I interrupted you,” you whisper as you hear Joe’s heartbeat.

“It’s fine,” he gently says while he caresses your cheek.

Concept Time💕

[queenscoolcat]

I’ve had this idea for awhile but Brian having a crush on his friend and getting off to the thought of her

Brian never intended that his crush towards you went to this direction.

But as he lay on his bed all he could think was in how nice you were looking with those short you were wearing.

He couldn’t stop staring at you, especially at your ass.

And now as he was stroking himself he couldn’t help but imagine how good you would feel around him.

With guilt he let his mind wonder on how nice your lips would feel against his and how tight you must be.

He imagine all the places he would kiss you and tease you until you would be screaming with pleasure.

As he moan your name he was glad you weren’t here to see the mess you made out of him.

“Just like that y/n,” Brian mumble closing his eyes “fuck it feels so good.”

“I bet it would,” you mutter.

Brian open his eyes just to watch you staring at him with a big smirk on your face.

You were leaning against the doorframe enjoying the show Brian was giving you.

“I.. I’m so... im so sorry! Fuck!” Brian started to yell as he tried to find something to cover himself.

But before he could do anything more, you started to walk towards him.

Not breaking the eye contact, you stranded Brian’s legs.

“Why don’t you tell me what you were imaging me doing,” you whisper in Brian’s ear.

Brian wasn’t sure if this was real, his eyes were wide open, and just as he loos at you still not sure what to do, you started to jerk him off.

Your movement was slow as you waited for any instructions on what to do.

“Come on, Bri,” you said with a devilish grin “I need to know what you want me to do.”

Brian nod and before he could say anything, he close his eyes for a second trying to organise his thoughts.

“I want to hear you moan my name just like you were doing,” you mutter before Brian interrupted you by kissing your lips.

You were so into the kiss that you didn’t notice Brian placing his hands on your hips.

He slowly started to massage your sides before he began to take your cloths off.

“Tell me What you want,” you mutter in between kisses.

“I want you in your fours,” Brian mumbles still feeling a little shy.

Without question it, you did as he told you.

Your move your ass a little as Brian moves to be behind you.

“Shit,” you hear Brian whisper.

Just as you were ready to tease him, you felt one of Brian’s hands starting to tease your entrance with the tip ojos cock.

You moan loudly, giving Brian even more confidence.

When you felt him starting to enter you, you arch your back letting his name fall out of your lips.

Brian was lost in pleasure.

He never though having you would feel so good.

Both of you kept moaning and screaming each other’s name.

When Brian started to hit just the right spot, you couldn’t help it anymore.

Closing your eyes you move one of your hands to rub your clit.

“Shit... I’m cumming,” you announce before your walls began to clench around Brian’s shaft.

“Cum for me, you can do it , love,” Brian encourage you as he stares at the place where his cock was disappearing inside of you “cum all over my cock.”

Brian’s words send you to ecstasy, you scream his name over and over again as you ride your orgasm.

It took everything in Brian not to cum by hearing you say his name.

The moment he knew he was cumming, he pull out and covered your ass and lower back in his cum.

He was sure that if he hadn’t cum already, that sight would totally made the deal.

Both of you collapse in bed not being able to do or say anything more.

Brian’s hand move to caress your cheek and move a couple of strands of your hair behind your ear.

“That was so hot,” you mutter not wanting to close your eyes since seeing Brian like that was just amazing.

“It was,” Brian agrees as he moves closer to you and kisses your forehead.

“Was it just as you imagine?” You ask out of curiosity.

“Even better.”

Concept time

[queenscoolcat]

Roger and innocence kink

Sorry if you don’t like daddy kink, but it just call me with this concept.

You were on your knees in your bed watching how Roger stares hungrily at you.

You knew he had a rough day at the recording studio.

So you decided to surprise him with his favourite lingerie on you.

He couldn’t help but stop on his track as he watches you all ready for him.

You had the most innocent stare and a pout adorning your face.

“Hi daddy,” you mutter still acting as if you didn’t know what was going to happen next.

Roger stud there a little longer, letting himself enjoy the view.

Until his pants started to feel too tight.

He then started to walk to you without any expression on his face.

“What are you doing?” Roger asks as he places a hand around your neck.

“Nothing, daddy,” you whisper trying to suppress the moan that wanted to escape out of you.

“This doesn’t looks like nothing,” he says leaning closer to you.

You wanted to move closer to kiss his lips.

But Roger’s grip on your neck made it impossible.

He adore seeing you struggle to try to come closer to you, specially cause that look in your eyes never faded away.

“What you want, babe?” He asks with a devilish smirk on his face.

“You,” you simply mutter before Roger push you to the bed.

The little scream that escapes your mouth made Roger chuckle as he started to climb on top of you.

“I need you to be more specific,” he says as he starts to leave some marks on your neck.

You whine and moan his name loving how his hands were travelling all around your body.

But when he started to play with the band of your panties he suddenly stopped.

“You haven’t told me what you want, love.”

“Fuck...” you whisper trying to think of a coherent sentence to say.

Your face started to heat up, feeling quite shy all of the sudden.

“Don’t go all shy on me, babe,” Roger whispers as he starts to slid your panties off you “What a pretty sight we have here.”

You moan Roger’s name, buckling your hips already wanting more of him.

But he raise an eyebrow at you making you whine.

“I need you, Rog,” you moan, but as you stare at Roger, you knew he needed more “I need you to fuck me good.”

“I can definitely do that,” he mutters with a cocky smirk.

You needed him so bad, you didn’t notice how the rest of the clothes disappear.

All you could think was of how his cock was filling up you so good.

“You are so tight,” Roger whispers, placing both of his hands on each side of your hips to increase the speed.

Your moans grew louder by the second.

Roger couldn’t help but stare at you and all the expressions you made.

He was sure there wasn’t anything better than to see you underneath him, with you trying to hold back but the pleasure denying you that.

“Daddy...” you mutter pulling Roger closer “I’m so close.”

“Cum for me pretty thing,” Roger started to say, noticing how you bit your lip trying to be quiet“Don’t to that, I want to hear you.”

You nod eagerly as you let your lip free, almost inmidiatly you felt your climax hit you, and you began to scream his name.

When you were done, you move to stare at Roger’s face.

He only seemed tired and you were glad his worries were gone for at least a moment.

“Did you enjoy it, daddy?” You ask quietly making sure to stare at him with doe eyes.

“If you continue with that act I will spend all night long fucking you,” Roger says as he tries to control his breath.

“What act, daddy?” You ask already knowing what you were doing.

Concept time💕