#dude i literally have that red bralette

[bookwormbynight]

bookworm-san, dear mutual. do you happen to have any more fem! light headcanons/thoughts? for healing, for the soul……… 😌

Darling. Gimme just a second to reread my posts on the AU and get my brain juices going again 🙏

(Also, fun fact: I do actually have my name in my lil bio bit lol! I don't think most people notice.)

Fem!Light during the Yotsuba Arc may have been more aggressive than canon Light about separating herself from a relationship with Misa, simply because it isn't assumed that "well, I'm the one who must have asked... I just can't figure out why" because that's not how her relationship dynamics work. She doesn't remember saying yes, she can't imagine why she would have said yes, Misa is clearly delusional and can fuck right off. Her aggression might be the only reason why Misa wouldn't white-knight his way into stopping the mutual lawlight murder attempt on their first "date" lmao. I can clearly imagine him trying to heroically interject and protect his girlfriend only for Light to shriek "fuck OFF Misa" so 'unfemininely' that it takes Misa a full fifteen minutes to reboot lmao.

This is me projecting because I'm a 100 pound girl with a-cups but I want Light to have small boobs (also canon Light has a flat ass anyway). Let me sexualize my body type for once, gimme that. Tiny lace bralettes, zero cleavage through a shirt neckline, barely a handful of titty and you can probably fit most of the boob in your mouth, but anybody who's interested in her either doesn't notice or actively likes it.

On a related note, average-ish height, like canon, so like 5'4 or 5'5, but small person. If that makes sense. I want people to be able to just pick her up with minimal effort because that means it would happen more often (I have friends who literally just throw me over their shoulders and walk away without asking me first) and she would fucking hate it and I think that's hilarious.

Flats-only girlie. Coward. Until L bullies her into heels for fetish purposes ONCE and Light has trouble walking and it makes her red-faced angry embarrassed which does NOT deter L in the slightest.

I think she'd wear her hair half-up half-down in a neat little clip in the back with bangs, it's very Professional and Pretty and intentionally chosen. She pigtail braids her hair at night Cinderella-style to keep it nice and L finds it annoying. The only time we would see it down in the canon timeline would be in solitary confinement, and the rain + foot scene and proceeding death scene (because that was immediately after).

For her death scene in particular, I think her hair would start up, as it usually is, but it would definitely have gone really askew and fallen out of the clip by the time she dies.

I really can't decide how exactly her relationship with Ryuk would change based on her perception of gender dynamics but I'm absolutely sure it would, whether or not we genderbend Ryuk as well. Idk, someone else help me flesh this one out bc it's all just a nebulous feeling in my head.

The daddy issues. Dude. The daddy issues would be so bad. Like, we already had "I desperately want my dad to think I live up to his expectations of me + dad is too busy with his job all the time to feel like a legit regular part of the family". Now imagine that combined with the fact that Soichiro just assumes Light has Woman Brain. "It's wonderful that you're top of your class and you're getting a degree, all capable women should go to college, but don't you think you should pick a less demanding career path so you won't have such a hard time having a family one day?? It's really sweet that you want to follow in my career path honey but I don't know if this job is good for girls like you". That scene with Namikawa would happen and L would praise her like canon and Soichiro's jaw would fucking drop. Ugh.

On a similar note I absolutely do not think Light would be able to stomach playing up the "I'm JUST a GIRL I CANT be KIRA 🥺🥺🥺" schtick even to draw some of the suspicion off of herself because canon Light already had such a hard time literally just not showing off and now add in fem! Light's inferiority complex. She would get so salty every single time people suggested it's not possible for her to be Kira ""even though I'm not"". The ONLY times she would be willing to play up the canon ditz act is when it makes her look a little careless, NEVER stupid.

[babyboibucky]

Project V: Pierced

Pairing: College!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky convinces you to get matching nipple piercings.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, mention of oral, piercing pain lmfao, these two being dumbasses as usual

A/N: Maaaaaaaan, seeing Seb with them piercings really hyped me up to write shit lmfao

Project V Masterlist ||  MAIN MASTERLIST

“Let’s get matching something.”

Bucky proposed as he lounged on your bed, his notes against his chest. You just got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your chest with water droplets dripping from your neck down to your cleavage. You saw how Bucky’s eyes followed the droplets until it disappeared into your towel.

“Matching what?” You asked and started applying lotion all over your body.

Bucky’s ears turned red as he watched your hands slide up from your calf up to your thighs, the hem of your towel riding up a bit to expose your skin beneath. You snapped your fingers right in his face and made a face, “My eyes are up here, why the fuck are you so horny all the time?” you complained.

“You’re in a fucking towel and I can literally see your pussy from here. Of course I’m gonna feel horny!” he defended. “Anyway, matching something. What do you think?” Bucky asked again, turning to his side as he watched you continue with your post-shower routine.

You shrugged, “How about bracelets? Rings?” you suggested as you slipped on your underwear.

“Too basic.” Bucky said.

“Matching tats?” you asked and then gasped when an idea struck you. “Get a tattoo of my pussy and I’ll have your dick inked on my butt cheek.”

Bucky deadpanned at you, “Are you for real?” he asked. “Also, I don’t want matching tattoos. It’s too common. And Steve and Sam got matching tattoos. We gotta stand out ‘cause we’re not just regular best friends.” he explained, finally sitting up on your bed.

You were now clad in a loose shirt and skipped on the shorts. Turning around to face Bucky, you placed your hands on your hips. “You’re just jealous that Steve decided to get matching tats with Sam and not you.” you teased and sat down next Bucky on your bed.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” he dismissed and thought about what else the both of you can get.

You were combing your hair when Bucky found himself staring at your tits, noticing your pebbled nipples straining through the thin fabric of your shirt.

And then had a eureka moment.

“Let’s get our nips pierced!”

-

“Can I still back out?” you asked, tugging Bucky’s hand as the both of you entered the tattoo parlor.

You refused to get your nipples pierced, you clearly remembered shooting that idea down as soon as Bucky suggested it. But Bucky, Bucky, Bucky...he had a way with his words and his tongue that made you cry out yes to his suggestion.

Fucking Bucky and his talent at cunnilingus. If that man tried to convince you to help him hide a dead body by eating you out, you would’ve started digging a grave as soon as he was done with you.

He was that good at it.

“Pussy.” Bucky teased.

“Using ‘pussy’ as an insult doesn’t make any sense because this pussy can take a pounding. You should know that better than anyone.” you spat back with a scowl.

Bucky frowned at you, “Okay, fine. I take that back. But no one’s backing out. C’mon, we’d be the coolest BFFs in town with these piercings.” he insisted.

You were about to retort back but was immediately cut off when a guy called both your names, confirming the appointment that was made a week ago. Bucky took your hand and pulled you with him further into the parlor, leaving you with no choice but to give in.

“Alright, so nipple piercings huh?” the guy asked. “Are we gonna do both...or?”

You raised your hand, “What’s the aftercare like?” you went straight to the point.

“Oh well, just don’t touch it for as long as you can. It takes about 6 months to a full year for it to completely heal. Wear a cotton bra or skip on it if possible. Try not to tug at the piercings so when doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples.” he explained so casually.

You turned to Bucky, “When doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples. You sure about this, Buck?” you asked, knowing how much Bucky loved playing with your tits during sex.

Bucky swallowed, “For how long should we avoid the nipple play?” he asked shamelessly.

“Couple of months to a full year.”

“Fuck!” Bucky hissed, ignoring how the piercer burst out laughing at his disappointment.

“So what? We still gonna do this or?” you asked.

Bucky pondered for a couple of seconds before letting out a sigh, “I really want us to be the coolest BFFs out there.”

-

The both of you decided to show off the piercings back at the dorm, wanting it to be a moment of surprise. The Uber ride was quiet for some reason, tension thick in the air.

“You screamed like a bitch back there.” you said, finally breaking the silence.

Bucky looked offended when he snapped his head towards you, “My pain tolerance is low, okay?” he excused. “And it really did hurt. At least I didn’t whimper like a whore.” he said.

It was true though, you did whimper like a whore getting fucked by three dicks all at once. You always thought you tolerated pain pretty well, getting a Brazilian was a regular thing for you and it never made you flinch. Nipple piercings though? Jesus fucking christ, you couldn’t even explain how much it fucking hurt.

You laughed sarcastically at Bucky’s rebuttal, “Better than screaming as if you were being pegged with no prep.”

As soon as you arrived at Bucky’s dorm, he scrambled to lock the door in hopes of Steve not coming home any time soon. He’d already seen you wearing Bucky’s boxers, he doesn’t need to see the both of you showing off your newly pierced nipples at each other.

“Okay. You ready?” Bucky asked as he stood in front of you.

“On three.” you said before starting off the countdown.

As soon as the countdown was over, Bucky reached for his shirt from behind, removing it at the same time you removed yours, followed by the thin bralette you wore underneath.

“Oh my god, we actually did it.” you snorted, looking closely at the ball closure ring that Bucky went for.

“Shit, I didn’t know you got straight barbells on yours.” Bucky asked, his eyes glued on your slightly red nipples. “Fuck, your tits look so good with piercings.” he grunted breathlessly.

You licked your lips and groaned at the confession you were about to make, “Look, I’m gonna be honest. I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

Bucky groaned, “Me too. Jesus, I thought I was gay because I got an erection when the dude pierced my first nipple. I mean, he was pretty handsome too.”

“I’m sure we can fuck but we just have to avoid the nips so just hit me from the back.” you said and quickly shimmied off your pants together with your panties.

Bucky rushed to remove his and went over to his bed, kneeling behind as you positioned yourself on all fours. You got so wet at the thought of Bucky’s nipples having piercings that you didn’t need that much foreplay to get ready. Bucky slid his fingers along your folds, gathering more wetness from your entrance before smearing it.

“Fuck, just get on with it!” you moaned and gripped the bedsheets tightly.

Bucky jerked his cock a couple of times before finally sliding easily into your cunt. He choked on his moan at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around his hard cock. He had been hard too on the way home, no wonder there was tension in that Uber ride.

“Go fast and hard, I’m not gonna last.” you urged, pushing your ass back to meet Bucky’s thrusts.

Placing a hand on your neck and the other on your waist, Bucky fucked you the way you wanted. Thank goodness you started taking pills because Bucky didn’t have the patience to even put a condom on. He felt like he was going to nut as soon as his eyes landed on your pierced nipples, so perky and still swollen.

“Oh shit, fuck. I’m so fucking horny.” Bucky said, his jaw tensing as he watched your ass bounce every time he slammed back inside of you.

A couple more thrusts and your entire body trembled, a soft moan slipping past your lips when you came hard. Even without being touched, your nipples felt sensitive because of the piercings, the sensation only adding to your pleasure when you reached your orgasm.

“Shit, fuck. I gotta see those tits bounce. I can’t cum without seeing them.” Bucky said and pulled out to gently turn you around.

Now on your back with your legs spread open, Bucky slipped inside and continued to fuck you. His hands gripped the pillow beneath your head for leverage as he jackhammered you onto the bed, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as you felt another orgasm approach you.

You lifted your head up to meet Bucky’s lips in a kiss, moaning into his mouth when you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Your vision blacked out momentarily when you came for the second time. Just as when you regained your senses, Bucky got lost in his own orgasm that he completely forgot about the piercings. He grabbed your left breast and pinched your nipple, your scream joining his loud moan when he came.

“Fucking hell, Bucky!” you cried out, the pain too much to bear that you also didn’t notice that your hand clawed at Bucky’s right pec with your middle finger getting caught in his piercing, accidentally ripping it out in the process.

“Motherfucker!”

-

“What the hell happened? Are you both okay?!” Steve worriedly asked as soon as he arrived at the ER of a nearby hospital.

Upon getting Bucky’s voicemail about rushing to the hospital, Steve panicked and went there as soon as he could. He had been Bucky’s emergency contact for a long time now and he was used to receiving calls from police stations due to how often Bucky got himself in trouble, especially when drunk. But Bucky calling, sounding like he was in immense pain, telling him that he needed to go to the hospital?

It was the first time it ever happened so it was understandable for Steve to panic like a husband who got a call informing him that his wife was going into labor.

You and Bucky exchanged glances, faces red from embarrassment before nodding.

“We’re good.” you curtly responded, scratching your neck.

“What happened?” Steve asked again, brows furrowing as he looked at you and Bucky alternately.

You nudged Bucky’s ribs with your elbow, widening your eyes at him as you urged him to do the explaining.

“We uh...werippedouteachothersnipplepiercings.” he murmured to himself.

Steve frowned, “I didn’t catch a word that you said.”

“We ripped out each other’s piercings by accident.” you repeated, clearly and slowly this time.

“Did your earlobes get ripped off or what?” Steve asked, taking a closer look at both your ears.

Confusion washed over his face when he noticed that your ear piercings were still intact and that Bucky didn’t even have his ears pierced. Steve straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the both of you like a reprimanding father.

“What did the two of you do this time?”

A nurse stepped into the scene and offered Steve a kind smile before turning to you and Bucky, handing over a prescription.

“Make sure to follow the instructions when applying the ointment and both your nipples should heal properly.” she explained before walking out.

“Nipples?!” Steve gasped out.

Bucky sighed but shrugged in response, “At least we’re the coolest BFFs out there with matching nipple piercings.”

-

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[hermannsthumb]

nsfw prompt: hermann in lacy boxers. newt is verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry into it

Anonymous said: Follow up to the hermann's lacy briefs ask: newt wears tacky neon briefs and Hermann is Just As Into It

loosely inspired by a conversation I had with @k-sci-janitor the other night 👀 second part isn't AS incorporated, but, I did try. not sfw below cut! (but it's more of an M)

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“Well, shit,” Newt says.

As far as lab accidents go, it’s not as bad as it could be. Neither of them are bleeding, for one thing. All their limbs are still intact. And only a very small portion of the lab is on fire, not even anywhere near Hermann’s shit, and Newt manages to deal with it before it spreads by deploying the emergency fire extinguisher in record time. True, their clothing is splattered with a very mild (non-lethal!) amount of kaiju blood, and true, it does sizzle worryingly at first (kaiju blood will apparently eat through cotton like nothing), but Newt’s grown very adept with dealing with these sorts of things. (He kind of has to—they happen every other day.) “In ya go,” he says to a stunned Hermann cheerfully, tugging him along to the decontamination shower by his elbow. “Don’t be shy.”

It takes Hermann a few seconds of pleasant silence to get over his initial shock, and then he begins bitching. “This is the final straw!” he declares, along with stuff like “I can’t take your incompetence much longer!” and “I will be submitting several complaints to the Marshal about this!��, and even smacks Newt’s ankles with his cane a few times. Once he realizes that there’s now a neat little hole burned into the front of his sweater, though, and an even larger one spreading by the shoulder, his complaints fade away into weak sputters, and he doesn’t make as much as a peep when Newt shoves him under the freezing spray.

“Sorry, dude,” Newt says. “How was I supposed to know kaiju blood was combustible?”

Hermann growls at Newt.

As per lab containment protocol, once the shower is turned on, the lock is engaged, and they’ll only be allowed to exit once they’re deemed sufficiently toxin-free by the...toxin-censors, or something. Newt's still not really sure how it all works. That, or, you know, if one of them punches in the override code. But that kind of takes a while, and Newt kind of did need a shower anyway, so he decides to just roll with it and let himself be sanitized. Better safe than sorry. Even though he’s pretty sure that blood was neutralized. Probably. It is a little worrisome that it was dissolving the fabric that fast, since Newt hasn’t had that happen to him before. “Okay, warning,” Newt says, “I’m gonna take off my clothes. You might want to, too. I’m not sure why that had the reaction it did but we probbbbably don’t want to get it on our skin.”

“No,” Hermann says.

“Tough luck, I’m gonna get naked,” Newt says. “It’s happening. You need to, too.”

“Absolutely not,” Hermann says.

“Safety protocol!” Newt shouts.

It’s hard enough to shimmy out of his skinny jeans bone-dry, but in the shower it may as well be impossible, especially since he forgot to take off his boots first. Also, it’s hard to move even a foot without bumping his ass against Hermann, and Hermann growls (like, seriously, what?) again each time he does. Newt finally succeeds in stripping down to just his undershirt and neon-green boxers, and since a quick once-over confirms his skin seems to be totally burn-free, and he can't feel any sort of excruciating pain that would suggest otherwise, he decides he’s fine to just stop there. No reason to needlessly flash Hermann his junk. When Newt turns around, he’s almost surprised to see Hermann in the exact same position as before: clutching the shower railing for dear life, his eyes fixed directly at the ceiling.

Oh—Newt’s dumb. Hermann left his cane outside. A wet shower is already potentially treacherous, but a wet shower without anything but a crappy railing to properly stabilize himself definitely is. “Okay, look, don’t take this the wrong way,” Newt says, “but can I help you undress? I just mean—it’ll probably be hard for you to do it like that.”

He points to Hermann’s iron grip on the railing. Hermann shakes his head.

“I would rather you not,” he says. He looks down at Newt's briefs, goes red in the face, and looks back up.

“Hermann, seriously.” Newt steps forward with a sigh and tugs on Hermann’s blazer. “It’s a safety thing. I promise I won’t look at your old man bloomers or long johns or whatever, you just seriously need to take this all off so I can make sure you’re not hurt.”

“Stop it, Newton,” Hermann grumbles, and then, when Newt gets the top few buttons undone, full-on snaps “Newton!” and pushes Newt away. "Get off of me."

Newt is not dealing with this shit right now. It's one thing for Hermann to be pissed at him when they have a whole lab between them and plenty of space to cool off, but crammed in to a tiny shower together where he's within arm's distance of a grumpy Hermann, who would probably joyfully throttle him at any moment, is just not how Newt wants to spend the next twenty or so minutes. Especially not when all he wanted to do was make sure Hermann wasn't getting literal acidic burns. It's a completely un-cool way to repay a kindness. “Fine!” he says, and throws up his hands. “Whatever! I don’t care. You always have to make everything weird."

Hermann glowers at him, which looks pretty silly, because it's hard to take him seriously with his hair plastered to his head like that. Then, (to Newt's surprise) he reaches a trembling hand up to his top button. “I will do it myself,” he says. “But please look away. I need—privacy.”

"Privacy," Newt echoes with a snort, but obliges. Anything to get Hermann to cooperate is a-okay with him. Once he's got his back to Hermann, he hears Hermann's clothing hitting the ground with a series of small wet splats against the tile. Blazer, sweater, button-down, pants. His belt jingles when it drops. Despite the chill of the water, Newt feels the back of his neck grow warm. Hermann is practically naked behind him. Newt doesn't think he's seen Hermann any nakeder than his pajamas before, once when they dragged themselves to LOCCENT at three in the morning for a kaiju alert system test run and he got an eyeful of Hermann in a dressing gown and slippers. Even that was almost too much for Newt. "Any burns?" he says over his shoulder.

"Er," Hermann says. "I think—"

"Well?"

Hermann is silent. "I'm not quite sure," he finally says.

Newt sighs. "Okay, just let me—"

Newt's scientist mode kicks in over his holy shit Hermann is semi-naked next to me mode (and, okay, maybe his protective over Hermann mode kicks in just a little too), and he turns to Hermann unthinkingly to assess any possible damage. And then freezes in place. Because, well. He's not sure what he expected—maybe Hermann scowling and shivering in some dorky little striped boxers and an undershirt, or maybe that he layers up on undergarments just like he does sweaters.

He is absolutely, one-hundred percent not expecting to see Hermann in a lacy blue pair of underwear and a matching bralette.

And, well. At least the water is cold. Newt doesn't like to think about what sort of physiological response his body might have otherwise.

As it is, Newt just sort of stares at Hermann. And his sexy underwear. Or maybe he gapes. He definitely does when he realizes that it's not just plain sexy underwear—both pieces have little gold stars embroidered across them—and it's simultaneously so cute and so much sexier that his knees begin to wobble, and he's worried he might pass out. Hermann stares back, chin raised almost defiantly, his jaw set hard. Neither of them speak.

Then Newt clears his throat and makes an attempt at it, because he's not sure what else to do if not play it cool. "Um," he squeaks. "Um. I don't—I don't see any burns." Newt does not look anywhere else on Hermann's body, so there's a good chance that's a lie. It's kind of hard to pull his eyes away. "Are you—do you—" He takes a deep breath. "Do you always...?"

"No," Hermann says. He works his jaw back and forth. "Well, go on, then."

"Go on what?" Newt says. Is Hermann sensing the (frankly) pornographic thoughts racing through Newt's head at a mile a minute and giving him permission to act on them? Because Newt doesn't have a problem with that. He 100% does not have a problem with dropping to his knees and begging Hermann to let him put his tongue on him through the lace, or groping Hermann's chest through the top...

"Tease me," Hermann says. In a sexy way? Newt wonders, because he can do that, and he's all set to start grabbing Hermann's ass or something when Hermann clarifies "I know you want to tell me how silly I look."

Oh. That's dumb. "Why would I do that?" Newt says. Before he can help himself, he blurts out, "Dude, you look fucking hot."

"What?" Hermann says.

The shower shuts off, and an alarm beeps twice as the door swings open. The emergency protocol seems to have ended. Neither Newt nor Hermann make a move to leave. "What?" Hermann repeats again, a little quieter. He's looking at Newt like he's grown a second head.

"It looks," Newt says, "um, hot. I like—" He feels himself blushing furiously. He's not sure where to stare—still at Hermann? Or does he force himself to turn his gaze to the floor or over Hermann's shoulder or something? He can see one of Hermann's nipples through the lace top. Oh, my God. "I like how it looks on you." (Insane understatement.)

Hermann falls silent again. "You do?" he says.

"Yeah," Newt says. "Do you—like, every day? Or?"

Hermann shakes his head. He's watching Newt with a carefully guarded expression, like he's still skeptical that Newt is telling the truth and isn't about to just start laughing at him or something. "Not at all," he says. "Er. This was rather unfortunate timing. It's—well, it's a way to feel more confident, I suppose, when I've had a rotten week."

Newt doesn't start laughing, of course. Newt inches closer. He likes the contrast of the dark blue against Hermann's skin, and he wonders how soft it is. He wonders if it would feel soft to him, too, if he touched it, or dragged his palms up and down Hermann's chest. He wonders if Hermann would like that. "I often," Hermann says, and then his voice trails off.

"Huh?" Newt says, somewhere to the vicinity of Hermann's belly button.

Hermann clears his throat. "I often think of you. What you would do, if you saw me this way, and..."

Newt finally snaps. "Can I touch you?" he says.

Hermann nods, the smallest, shyest little smile on his face. "If you'd like," he says.

[kniesyswrld]

Bfb• d.strome

(You have a crush on your brothers best friend and it leads to some risky decisions)

Warnings: Smut

Dylan’s daughter and girlfriend doesn’t exist in this

Song Inspired By: Best Friends Brother by Victoria Justice

My stomach rumbles telling me that I was hungry, so I decided to get dressed and then get food. I changed into a red thong and a matching bralette, then I put some booty shorts on and a Chicago Blackhawks shirt.

“Come on, Bear.” I said to my puppy and pick him up, he lays his head down on my shoulder and I walked downstairs. I heard my brothers, Alex DeBrincat, friend and I groaned.

I look at saw him and Dylan playing video games, “Hey sis.” Alex said and Dylan turned his head to look at me, “Hey boys.” I said, “Hi.” Dylan blushed and Alex looks at me.

“If you’re hungry, we’ve ordered pizza. It should be here in about 5 minutes.” Alex said to me, “Ok.” I smiled and walk into the kitchen, I bend down and fill Bear’s bowl up.

I looked behind me and Dylan was looking at my ass, I smirk at him and he quickly looks away. Dylan was always hot to me, especially when he had no shirt on in the summer.

“So Alex, any of your hotter friends single? I’ve been wanting some dick and a boyfriend for a while now.” I asked my brother, “Half of them are taken, and even if there are some single ones, you can’t date them.” He said.

I scoffed, “You single Dylan?” I said, completely ignoring my brothers stare, “Yeah.” Dylan said to me and I smiled, “Cool.” I nod.

“Welp me and Bear will be in my room, tell me when the pizza is here.” I said and grabbed my dog before going to my room, I go through my junk drawer to find my weed pen when my door opened.

I hear a gasp, “Sorry.” Dylan said and I turn around, “Dude you just totally saw my asscheeks, knock next time.” I acted like I cared, “I’m so sorry.” He said and I smirk, “I was kidding, Dyl Pickle.” I winked and he laughed.

“Pizza is here.” Dylan smiled, “Already?” I asked him, which he nods. “Don’t go down yet, hold on.” I said and he sat on my bed and laid back so he can pet Bear, I grabbed the pen and held it up.

He smirks, “Good idea.” He said and I grabbed his hand, “Come on, Dyl Pickle.” I said and we go downstairs, Bear just sat on my bed to sleep some more.

“Hey Al.” I said and he rolled his eyes at me, “Don’t call me that, that name reminds me of an 80 year old man.” He said and I laughed, “Old men are hot.” Dylan joked, “So you’re an old man?” I asked with a grin.

He blushed and I patted his arm, I reach for the plates and I grunt trying to grab them. “Help me.” I said and I heard foot steps coming, I see a long arm grab them and place them on the counter.

“What would I have down without you?” I asked Dylan and he laughed, “Honestly I don’t know, cause Alex is super short too.” Dylan said and Alex scoffed, “Yeah right, 5’7 is tall.” Alex said.

I chuckled, “Not for a grown man.” Dylan said and he rolled his eyes, “And not when Dylan is literally 6’3.” I laughed and he flipped me off, “You’re the shortest!” Alex said to defend himself.

“Do not bring my height into this.” I said to him and Dylan looked down at me, smiling, “How tall are you, Y/n? I mean how short are you?” Dylan smirked.

I scoffed, “4’11.” I admit and he laughed, “I think it’s pathetic.” Alex said and I flipped him off, “I think it’s adorable.” Dylan smiled, “Thank you, Dylan.” I smiled up at him.

“Eat, you two.” Alex said and I laughed, “Forgot about the food.” I said and giggled. “Yeah.” Dylan said and I go to the table and sit in between the guys and begin eating the pizza.

We all finished eating and I sighed, “Let’s watch a movie!” I said, looking around, “Can’t.” Alex said and Dylan shrugged, “I’ll watch one.” He said, “Great! Where are you going Alex?” I asked him.

“Lyndsey’s for the night.” He said to me and I nod, he smiled and grabbed his stuff that was packed and walks back in the kitchen. “Dylan, if my sister is weird call me and I’ll come back.” Alex said, Dylan smiled at me then looked at Alex and nods.

Alex waved and then leaves quickly, “Ooh lets watch Fifty Shades Of Grey.” I suggest, he looked at me and laughed, “You know that movie makes most people horny?” He asked and I smirked.

“I know.” I giggle innocently and hopped up, he smiled to himself and shook his head before following me to the living room. I put the movie on and cuddle into Dylan’s shoulder.

He stiffened a bit so I look at him, “Is this too much?” I asked him, “No it’s fine.” He smiled and I smiled back before digging my face into his hoodie some. “You smell good.” I said to him and look up at him.

“You do too.” He smiled and I chuckled, a really intense sex scene came on and he shifted a little. I smirk to myself and sit up, I act like I’m leaning over him to grab my water but I ‘accidentally’ touch his hard dick.

His breath hitched, “You okay?” I asked him and he shook his head. “My cock hurts, it’s so hard.” He said and I lick my lips. “It looks really big, daddy.” I said to him and look back up into his eyes.

“You want me to suck it?” I asked him, “You don’t have to.” He said and he moved my hand off his thigh but I place it on the waistband of his sweatpants, “I want to.” I said and he smiled.

He leaned back into the sofa and laid his head back on the back, “He’s so happy to see me.” I said to him with a smile and point as his long dick, “Yeah and happy to finally have your lips on him.” He smirked.

“Ready?” I asked him, he nods and I put my mouth on him, he groaned. My tongue swirls around the tip and his hands make their way to my hair and I bob my head up and down.

His moaning encourages me to go faster and to keep looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Fuck.” He moaned softly, “Mmm.” I moaned against his cock and his hips jolt.

“Shit Y/n, don’t do that.” He chuckled and I smiled around him, I gagged around him and he moaned a bit. His hips roll in my mouth and it caused me to keep gagging.

I look up at him through my eyelashes and smirked, he grunts and I somehow knew he was close. “Fuck, keep going baby, let me cum.” He breathed out and I gave him that Gluck Gluck 12,000 (ew 😂).

“I’m cumming, shit.” He said and I felt warm liquids go in my mouth, I swallowed and open up my mouth and he smiled. “Thank you.” He says to me, “What about me?” I asked him.

He smirks, “I didn’t forget about you.” He said and picked me up over his shoulder and walked me up to my bedroom.

“Ouch!” I said as my back hit the door with force because he used me to open the door. He placed me on the bed and smiled, “This is so wrong.” He said to me, “He isn’t home.” I said to him.

He smiled, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I wasn’t gonna stop.” He said and I bit my lip, he kissed my lips slowly and I pull him into me more, to get some friction between us.

“Patience.” He said and I whine, “Dylan.” I said and he sighed, “Ok.” He said and kissed my thighs, he looks at me once more, “Do you know how many times I thought about ripping these off of you?” He said and pulled my booty shorts off.

I smirked, “A lot?” I said in more of a inquisitive tone, he nods. “A lot.” He mocked and I bit my lip, “The underwear choice is just amazing.” He said to me and I chuckled.

“Awe thank you, wore them just for you.” I said to him and he laughed a bit, “Sure.” He said and I smiled at him. “You make me happy.” I said to him, “You make me happy too.” He said to me.

He snapped out of his trance and took my panties off with his teeth, I muffled a moan with my arm and he smirks. “Dylan, I can’t! Fuck me, I don’t want my pussy ate right now.” I said to him.

“You got it, boss.” He smiled and I chuckled, I took my shirt and bra off while he took all his clothes off too. “So gorgeous.” He said to me and kissed my nipples.

I moaned softly, “You have huge tits for your short body.” He said, “You have a huge dick for being so skinny.” I said to him, “Condom?” He asked me, “Pill.” I said to him.

“Good.” He said, “You have no STD’s right?” I asked him, “Nope.” He chuckled, “Same.” I replied and he nods, he flipped us over and I was on top. He looked up and then looks back at me with a smirk.

So I looked up, “You can watch me ride you.” I said to him, it was a mirror above my bed. “Yes.” He smiled and I guided his cock inside my pussy and slowly rocked back and forth.

“Fuck.” He moaned loudly as my pussy clenched around him tightly, “You are so tight.” He said to me and I moaned, “So big.” I moaned quietly as I gripped his shoulders to have something to hold on to.

His grip on my waist tightened and he thrusts his hips into mine making my back arch. “Dylan please, I can’t.” I moaned loudly, “Yes you can, princess. I believe in you.” He said to me and I kiss his lips.

He looks up at the ceiling and grinned, “Wanna watch me rail the hell out of you?” He asked and I nod, he switched positions so he was now on top of me.

“Ready?” He asked me, I can only nod and he grabs my left leg, wrapping it around his waist as he slowly enters in my pussy. “Oh fuck.” I moaned softly and he grins.

He rocked his hips harder and I think I felt him in my guts, “Shit.” He grunts as my moans got more louder and higher. He put his head in the crook of my neck and thrusts harder.

“Dylan, baby.” I moaned softly in his ear and he made a tiny hickey in my neck, “I’m going to cum soon.” He said to me, he reached between my legs and plays with my clit to help me get closer.

I gasped out a moan and our bodies got closer as I arched into him, my moans got more consistent and I knew I was going to cum. “I’m gonna cum.” I said to him and he nods.

“Good.” He said and I looked in the mirror seeing him crush my insides, “Mmm.” I moaned into his shoulder and I felt my body spazz, “I came.” He said and I couldn’t even feel it cause of my own euphoria.

My vision blurred and my whole body shook, “Fuck.” I moaned loudly, my eyes go back to normal and I saw him staring at me in astonishment. “You just squirted.” He said, I turned on my stomach and buried my face in the pillows.

“It was so sexy.” He said to me and I whined, “My legs hurt.” I said to him, he chuckled and he laid next to me. He pulls me on his chest and I smiled to myself, “I always dreamed about this.” I said to him.

He nods and laughed softly, “Alex is going to kill us.” He said to me, “Fuck him.” I said to him and he laughed, “Yeah.” He said and I smiled to myself again.

[shawnpetermuffins]

Stay the Night (decode finale)

A/n: was this supposed to happen? No. But neither was part 2, so here we are. The third and this time FINAL installment of Decode. (Also, it isn’t even really song based anymore, I just like keeping it in that same family to make it easier to navigate in my masterlist.

Summary: you're both moving on. But have you really moved on?

Warnings: fluff, slight sexual jokes

Word count: 2.5k

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"How's my favorite girl doing?" Brian asks when I answer his facetime call. 

"Your favorite girl is currently stressing over what to wear on this date."

"Why? You've been out a hundred times already."

"You've been out a hundred times," I mock. "Okay, but we never said those were dates. This one is."

"Dude, don't make it a big deal. It's just a night out. Where are y'all going? Dinner and drinks?"

I shrug. "He said something about maybe catching a movie at the drive in or something. I don't know. Brian, help!"

"Just wear what you're comfortable in. You already know he likes you in everything. I say you just go naked. Skip the date and take him straight to bed!"

"BRI!"

"What? Dates like these are usually just for people to get to know each other. You already know each other."

"Yeah, on a friendship level. We've never looked into the romantic aspect of our relationship."

"You mean you haven't. That's all he's been thinking out since the moment he laid eyes on you."

I still at that confession because that would mean he wanted me when I was with Shawn, and that breaks my heart a little. Knowing he was pining for me while I was pining for someone else.

"How's Shawn?" I ask, rummaging through my closet once again. "Why are you at his place?"

He clears his throat, "he just left. He's going on a date too."

"Different girl?" I hold up a too form fitting dress to me but quickly put it back in my closet.

"Same girl, actually."

I smile softly at that. "Good. And he's doing okay?"

"Yeah," he nods. "I think he was a little upset when he found out about your date. But if he's hurting, he's hiding it well."

I stare down at the two shirts in my hands. "I just want him happy, you know?"

"I know. He's lucky to know you still care."

"I'll always care. We just… we were we destined to break. The entire relationship was just upside down. Our choice of living was too different." 

Shawn and Camila called off the stunt shortly after mine and Shawn's "official" breakup. And from what Brian told me, Shawn fought like hell to end it, and he fought even harder to keep my name out of it, which I'm grateful for. But even eight months after the fact, people still bring it up, making it an uncomfortable situation for everyone. Especially because Camila doesn't keep quiet about it - and her numbers and streams just keep going up.

"Go with the grey one," Brian's voice cuts me out of my thoughts. 

"This one?" I hold up the thin sweater, the neck cuts pretty deep and it's like two sizes too big so it falls more as an off the shoulder.

"Yeah, it'll look good with the bra you're wearing." I look down at the red bralette I was currently sporting. I was so caught up in what to wear I didn't even remember I wasn't wearing a shirt when Brian called. 

I slip it over my frame and fix the shoulders so it looks like an effortless drop "well? What do you think?" I model the outfit for him and he chuckles at my absurd poses.

"You look beautiful. He won't be able to keep his eyes off you… hands either if you let him."

I roll my eyes. "And the sweet moment's over. I have to go finish my hair. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know how it went."

"You better. And hey, have fun!"

---

The knock on my door startles me a little - I'm definitely far too jumpy for this. It's a date. And as Brian so lovingly mentioned, we've been out hundreds of times. But it's not my date at the door. I should have known too, because he always lets himself in.

"Shawn? What are you-?" I clear my throat. I haven't seen him since we broke up, our friends having to intervene so he would leave. We've spoken since then, though. He apologized and even if we weren't friends, we could at least be civil with each other. 

"Brian told me you were going on a date."

I nod, "yeah. He told me you were too."

"I am. I don't have to pick her up for another hour." We're silent for a moment before he says, "You look pretty."

I cross my arms over my middle, nodding still; I felt like a bobblehead. "What are you doing here?"

"I don't know," he laughs. "I think I just needed to see you. You said that you're fine last time we talked, but I think some part of me is still holding onto hope that you want me. I'd drop everything if you said you still wanted me."

I sigh and shake my head, letting him in. "Shawn, it's too late. I've moved on - you've moved on. Right?"

He sighs and I can see just by the way his head tilts back that he hasn't. Not fully. "I thought I had. But then I heard Brian talking about your date and something clicked. I know I hurt you and I know that it could never truly be the way it used to, but I need to hear it from you. I need you to tell me that you truly are done."

I don't know what difference it would make if I tell him this, but I do. "I've moved on, Shawn. I'm in a really good place right now. With my health,my friends, my job, my family. I'm doing good. I want you to do good. I want you to find someone who makes you happy - someone who can give you those intense butterflies that you claimed to get when you first met me. I just want you happy, that's all I could ever want for you."

"Does he give you those butterflies? Are you happy, y/n?"

I nod. "He does. I am."

"Then I'm happy too. Because that's all I want. I want to know you're happy."

I sigh, "this isn't the thing you're supposed to tell your ex, but I don't think I've felt this good since you and I started dating."

I watch his Adam's apple bounce up and down as he swallows. "I'm glad." My front door creaks open and I know who it is before I even see them because Shawn tenses up just the slightest bit. It would go unnoticed by anyone else, but being with him for so long, I knew his body and reactions almost better than I knew my own. "Well, I should go. Have fun on your date; I need to go pick up mine."

"Right," I nod and without thinking, I wrap him in a hug. He's still stiff for a second, but then I feel him relax against me. I stand on my tiptoes and whisper to him, "I don't regret it, okay? I need you to know that."

He pulls away, his eyes shiny, but he blinks and it's gone. "Me either." He stands straight and looks between me and the boy who has made his way to my side, hand lightly resting on my hip now that I'm not hugging the man I loved so fiercely for two years. "Connor," he nods his head toward him once.

I turn my head to see any form of emotion on his face, and he's housing an open expression - no doubt, confused, but open nonetheless. 

"Shawn."

"Have fun tonight," he gives an awkward wave and makes for the door. "I'll see you guys around." And he walks out without another glance our way, closing the door behind him- literally and figuratively, I hope.

"What was that?" Connor asks, but he doesn't look angry, just caught off guard.

"Honestly? I don't know. He just… showed up."

"Are you okay?" He takes my hand in his, rubbing gentle circles over my knuckles. "Because we don't have to do this tonight if you need time to… regroup, I guess."

"No," I shake my head and with my free hand I gently hold the side of his neck, rubbing the spot just below his ear. "I want to do this. According to Brian, you've been waiting on this date for a long time."

He chuckles and lets out a soft groan. "God, Brian really needs to keep his mouth shut."

I can't help but laugh with him. "I second that. However, we should be thanking him."

His cheeks flush red, "yeah. We do… or I do, at least. Had he not pushed me - literally- into asking you out, I don't know if I ever would have."

I bite the inside of my cheek. "Well we can thank him later. What do you say? Ready to set the world on fire?" I hold out the hand that had found refuge in playing with his jaw.

The smile that transforms his face is one I wish I had captured on camera. It's sad really, my precious cameraman is never in front of it and no one gets to witness the beauty that is Connor Brashier. 

"Let's do this, pretty girl."

---

I'm attempting to throw my wet hair into a messy bun when I catch sight of a purple, frankly hideous mark on the base of my neck. After tying my hair with the elastic I move the neck of my shirt to the side and I'm met with more blossoming bruises. And I'm reminded of just how I got here - wearing Connor's shirt and nothing else while he's laying on his back in his bedroom. I see him from where I'm standing in his bathroom and let my mind wander off to the events of last night.

The movie was long forgotten by both of us as we kissed and nipped at any and all exposed skin that we could see in the dim light of the movie screen. I feel like a rebellious teenager, letting a guy feel me up at the drive in. His mouth latches to the base of my throat and I moan, loud enough that if the windows were cracked, you'd definitely be able to hear. "Stay the night with me?" He begs, licking a stripe over the now red skin.

I don't think about it, I just nod and bring him back to my lips because I'm pretty sure if I don't kiss him right this second I will combust.

"Whatcha doing?" He asks, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. His chin rests on my shoulder and he leans in to press a kiss to my cheek.

"Thinking about how I'm going to cover these hickies when I go to work Monday."

He laughs into the crook of my neck. "Sorry, honey. Got a little carried away, I guess."

I hum, "you could say that. But to be fair, I wasn't exactly gentle with you either.

"Yeah. I know, the scratches still sting."

I scrunch up my face in slight embarrassment, "sorry."

He nuzzles closer into my neck, "can I make you breakfast? Kinda hungry after last night's activities… and this morning's."

I hit his chest with a surprised gasp, "Connor, stop!"

He gives me a wicked grin. "That's not what you were saying earlier."

"I will leave," I threaten.

"Not without me, you won't."

The front door slams shut and he and I both look towards the loud sound. "Did you lock the door?"

He sighs, "yeah. I know who it is." He moves out of the bathroom and I follow close behind.

"You do?"

"Only one other person has a key to my apartment." He says just as his bedroom door opens. 

"Connor, y/n isn't answering her phone. Do you know where she-?" Brian stops short when he sees me standing next to Connor. The shock is evident on his face but then he's smiling. "You stayed the night?" The eyebrow wave was enough to set me on fire and I hid between Connor's bare shoulder blades. Finally catching sight of the red trails my finger left on him.

"I'm about to take my key from you," Connor says, one hand resting on me from behind.

"Well I am sorry to burst in like this. But I thought she was missing. She wouldn't answer her phone and she wasn't at her place. I was really starting to get worried."

I look over at the red-head, "I turned my phone off for the movie. I knew you would be texting nonstop."

Brian just laughs, "I see. Well," he plops onto the bed but immediately gets back up, causing both me and Connor to laugh. He dusts off the back of his jeans, a slight look of disgust on his face. "Judging by this morning's attire, I would assume the date went well?"

"You know what they say about assuming." Connor flips us around, his arms firmly around my waist, chin resting on the top of my head.

"Okay… then what is this? You a couple or what?"

"Have talked about it yet. Seems a little too heavy for a morning shower, don't you think?" I ask with a soft smile.

Brian nods, "You're right. My bad. But uh, what about a breakfast conversation? Let's go out. My treat?" He pats his chest sincerely. 

"I'll go... if y/n agrees to be my girlfriend."

"Yikes. What if I say no?" I look back at the pretty boy who's still clinging to me.

"Then I guess I wouldn't be eating and this would be super awkward. Could never take this shirt back from you."

I laugh, "well… why don't you ask me properly, Brashier?" I turn in his arms to face him fully.

"Okay," he rests his forehead on mine. "Y/n. Would you maybe consider being my girlfriend?"

I nod, biting away the stupid grin on my face. "I would love nothing more."

"Good," he kisses my cheek. "And would you maybe stay the night again?"

I run my thumb over his bottom lip, "we'll see. Might have you stay the night with me."

"I'll go where you go."

Brian gags from behind us and we separate, a definite blush on our cheeks. "Jesus Christ, I don't even know if I can eat after that." He shakes his head, "disgusting. Y/n, can you just put some pants on? And Connor, please put on a shirt. The only person enjoying the view is y/n."

"Well she was the only one I expected to see this morning," he says as I shimmy into my jeans from last night.

"Fucking hell! What happened to your back?!" He exclaims and I place my head in my hands. 

"Brian, get out!" Connor yells, but you can hear the amusement in his voice. The door shuts quickly after something hits the wall, probably a shirt - it was a soft thud. I draw the blinds open, allowing the bright sun to engulf the room. "Sorry about him."

I shake my head and make my way back to him, kissing his marked up shoulder blade. "I don't mind. But we should hurry up before he comes looking for us again."

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[angelic-holland]

Harry Dean // fratboy!th x reader college au

Summary: You’re tutoring Tom and he invites you to watch his band perform. You reluctantly agree. Interested to see where this goes.

warnings: nsfw, smut 

You’re halfway through the calculus homework when Tom groans, laying his head down on your kitchen table.

“What?” You sigh, rolling your eyes.

“Don’t wanna do this anymore,” he groans.

“You have like three problems left, come on, I don’t wanna be here either, I have other work I could be doing.”

“Well, damn Y/N if you don’t wanna be here you can go.”

“No I can’t, first off this is my apartment, and I’m getting paid to tutor you and students like you so let’s move this along.”

He lifts his head back up, resting his chin against his hand and looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“What do you mean students like me? Stupid students?”

“You’re not stupid, you just don’t apply yourself.”

“That’s what smart people say about stupid people.”

“Well if you think you’re stupid there’s no changing that but I think if you just put a little more effort into your school work instead of other things then-,”

He cuts you off, his foot reaching out to tap yours, “what other things sweetheart?”

“You know what other things, partying, your frat, literally anything but schoolwork.”

“Yeah but college is when you’re supposed to have fun, you gotta relax every once in a while.”

You push his foot away from yours and stand up, “you can have fun but college is literally where you’re supposed to get a degree. Your parents send you here to get a degree in beer pong?”

You move to grab a glass from your cabinet and hear him stand up, the chair scraping against the ground.

“No, they sent me here to get a degree in business so I can eventually take over their company, the beer pong degree is just for fun.”

He’s right behind you now and you don’t dare turn, knowing he’ll be right there.

“Well you need to pass calculus and that’s what I’m here to help you with.”

“You know sweetheart, it’s Friday, what are your plans for the night?”

“Was just gonna, finish-,” you falter as his hands rest on either side of you against the counter, boxing you in.

“What was that?”

“Finish my homework, maybe put together my study guide for the calc exam.”

“That’s in two and a half weeks, why the hurry?”

“I, I don’t know,” you can feel his breath on your neck and you shake your head, clearing any dirty thoughts from your mind, moving his hand and side stepping out of his way, opening your fridge.

“My band’s got a gig tonight, you should come,” he says, sauntering over to you. You fill your cup with water, sitting back down at the table.

“I don’t know, that’s not really my thing,” you shrug as he sits back down.

“Come on sweetheart, gotta have some fun, why don’t you think about it? Not until 10 anyways.”

“Fine,” you say, hoping your response will shut him up so you can finish the homework you had planned to do.

****

“So it’s at Radio Bean, just tell ‘em you’re with me and they’ll wave the entrance fee, I’ll put you down as my plus one.”

“Tom, I don’t even know if I’ll go, I said I’d think about it.”

“Come on sweetheart, you’re always so fuckin uptight, let’s cut loose, just this once, just tonight, for me,” he says, his eyes pleading with you.

You didn’t understand what his deal was, he was flirty with you since you started tutoring him, but he never made an actual move until now, if you could call it that.

“Fine but if you’re music sucks I’m leaving.”

“Oh sweetheart, don’t you worry,” he says with a shit-eating grin before leaving you in your kitchen.

You decide to take a shower to cool down, you weren’t going to lie his words did things to you, the way he called you sweetheart today had you practically dripping. He always gave you little nicknames but today you were already on edge, horny and you haven’t had sex in months.

You end up coming on your fingers with a small moan of his name while the water washes over you. You blush at the thought of him seeing you like this and quickly shake the idea from your head, shaving your legs and washing your hair.

You had set out a few different outfits on your bed and you groaned, you wanted to look hot, you didn’t know if anything would actually happen tonight but you wanted to be prepared if it did.

You had one dress, it was a blue floral wrap dress that went down to your ankles and you shook your head, that wouldn’t work. You had a short black leather skater skirt that your sister bought you and you’ve literally never worn, you paired it with a dark red bralette that matched a lipstick shade you had from ages ago. You set about getting your hair dry and doing your makeup before slipping into the outfit and damn if you didn’t look good. You usually wore jeans and a tshirt so this was way out of your comfort zone, you just hoped it paid off.

You finished up your homework and got started on that study guide despite Tom making fun of you for it. It was better to be ahead of the game and besides, your scholarship depended on you getting good grades.

By the time you had finished it was around 9:30 which gave you enough time to walk to Radio Bean, you’ve been there before on dates, it was a coffee shop during the day, bar and music venue at night. You’d never actually heard of Tom’s band before, you looked it up from his Facebook, it was called “H.D.” and they mostly did covers of rock songs, lots of Led Zeppelin which you knew was Tom’s favorite band. He was the guitarist, sometimes sang, sometimes didn’t, but he always had fun on stage.

When you got there there was a small line to get in and you gave the person at the door your name, they checked the list, each person in the band had a certain number of free spots and they let you in. You looked around, wondering if anyone you knew was there. You couldn’t find anyone but it made sense, your friends were in the math club and the education majors, their parties consisted of cards against humanity and mikes hard lemonade in a dorm room. You got a soda, you wanted to be sober for his set.

You were relaxing at a stool near the back of the bar, the stage and the band’s equipment set up and waiting for them. You checked your phone, 9:55, they should be out any minute.

When the room erupted in cheers you looked up and saw Tom and his band mates walk on stage, he was wearing a black leather jacket, similar to the one you wore tonight and a tight white T-shirt, loose fitting black jeans adorning his legs. And honestly, he looked fucking great.

You stood up from your stool, moving with the crowd towards the stage, you didn’t get too close, watching Tom’s eyes scan the crowd.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” The main singer asked and the crowd cheered. You didn’t notice Tom had found you until the lead singer elbowed him, “Alright mate, I said you ready to go?”

Tom’s eyes were boring into your own, or more accurately staring at your chest, you had taken off your leather jacket and slung it over an arm, your bralette on full display.

He laughed at his friend, taking off his own jacket and picking up his guitar, “let’s do this.”

His eyes never wavered from yours as they started their first song, the familiar tune of “Thank You” by Led Zeppelin starting out on Tom’s guitar. It was a slower, more down to earth song and you swayed to the music. Closing your eyes and letting yourself get lost. They went straight into their next song, a cover of Green Day’s “American Idiot” and the crowd lost it, everyone was jumping up and down and you followed along, watching Tom watch you.

The next song was a bit slower and you moved your hips to the music, letting yourself get lost in the sound of the lead singer’s voice and Tom’s guitar. It wasn’t until you felt someone’s hands on your hips and body pressed against yours that threw you off your rhythm.

You quickly moved forward as much as the tight crowd would allow you, turning towards the source of the hands. A guy, probably a college student, grinning creepily at you, probably drunk, moved to pull you towards him again when you side stepped around him.

“Dude fuck off I don’t wanna dance with you,” you say, rolling your eyes at the sleazeball.

“Fuck you,” he grumbles, pushing through the crowd. You hear the guitar falter and pause before quickly picking back up again. You turn to face the band and see Tom’s trying his best to hide a scowl, it’s the same scowl he gets when you tell him one of his answers is wrong and he needs to work on the question again. You smile up at him, unsure if that interaction was the reason behind his frown but wanted to reassure him you’re fine.

They play some more songs, Tom’s voice surprising you in a few of them where he sang. An hour or so later they thanked Radio Bean for giving them the space and introduced the next band, another college group. You watched as Tom and his bandmates slipped out to a side room and you wandered back over to the bar, settling yourself on a stool.

“Y/N, are you okay? I tried to tell security about that guy in the crowd but they said they couldn’t find him, the description I gave was shit but-,” Tom said as he stood next to you.

“I’m fine, told the guy to fuck off, it’s whatever.”

“You sure?” He asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort or anger over the situation.

“It’s nice of you to worry but I can handle myself.”

“I don’t doubt that Y/N.”

“Good,” he says, holding his hand out. You hesitantly take it, letting him move you through the crowd.

“Didn’t know you had all that under those dorky shirts of yours,” he said, pulling you down a dark corridor.

“Oh yeah? Did you often think about what was under my shirts?” You joked but he bit his lip, blatantly staring at your tits and the way they bounced as you moved along the hallway.

“Only every day of my life sweetheart,” he says coming to a stop at a door.

“Where are we?”

“Performers only lounge, wanna join me?”

“Sure,” you say as he pushes the door open. It was a small space with a leather couch, a table, some chairs and a mini fridge.

“You know, when I saw you tonight, I nearly lost my mind, kept getting distracted.”

“I noticed,” you said as he leaned against the table.

“Subtlety isn’t my strong suit,” he shrugs, pulling you by the waist into him.

“Really? Cause that’s the vibe you’ve been giving off for the past few months.”

“I just, well you’re my tutor, and you’re a nerd, no offense, I didn’t wanna come off too strong and scare you off,” he says, his hands running up and down your sides.

“And what about now?”

“What about it?” He asks, his lips dangerously close to yours.

You couldn’t stand it, crashing your lips against his, your arms wrapping around his neck. You let him pull you flush against him, your hips slotted with his own. You felt his cock hard against you beneath his pants, they were so tight they left almost nothing to the imagination. One hand rested on your hip, the other hesitantly moved to your ass over your skirt. You grinded down against him, feeling your pussy soak through your panties.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he moans as you trail kisses down his neck sucking on a few points, causing him to slap your ass, “if I’d known you’d look like this I’d have invited you to a show ages ago.”

“Felt like bein’ a rebel,” you whisper in his ear and he groans.

“Can I touch you?”

“You already are?” You say, pulling off his neck and looking at him. Tom was red in the face, his hands playing with the edge of your skirt.

“Wanna touch all of you sweetheart.”

“Fuck, does this door lock?” You ask and he nods as you move to lock it, he’s behind you again, pushing you against the now locked door.

His hand grips your ass, the other moving between you and the door to play with your tits. You’re practically dripping as you grind your ass back against his hand.

“You want something sweetheart?”

“Touch me, Tom, please,” you whine, feeling blush creep up your cheeks.

You can practically hear his smirk as his hand tugs down your skirt and spins you around. You kick off the skirt and he kisses you as you try to pull off his jeans. He helps before pulling away to tug off his shirt.

“Fuck sweetheart you look so good like this, could just tug your panties to the side and fuck you right here.”

“Why don’t you?”

He groans, his hands pulling down his underwear and tugging at his cock a few times as you pulled the bralette over your head.

He leans down and grabs his wallet pulling out a condom and tossing the wallet back to the side.

“Look at you, all prepared,” you say, your hand reaching out hesitantly for his cock.

“Go ahead sweetheart,” he says opening the condom and handing it to you.

You roll it onto his cock and jerk it a few times. It looked how you imagined it, long, a little thick, perfect.

His hands had wandered to your tits, fingers pinching your nipples, hard from the cold air and how horny you were.

“You gonna fuck me now or?” You ask and he grins, pushing your hand off him, gripping the backs of your thighs.

“Jump,” he whispers in your ear and you do, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. The feeling of his cock against your panty covered cunt making you whimper as he pushes you back against the door, one hand supporting you under your thigh, the other tugging your panties to the side.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re dripping, this all for me?”

You nod as his thumb swipes through some of your juices, “been, fuck been thinking about you all night Tom.”

“What a coincidence, I’ve been thinking about having your pretty thighs wrapped around me all night,” he says, his thumb now in front of your lips. You suck it down like you would his cock, groaning around it as you taste yourself.

“Fuck sweetheart you look so good like that, wonder if that’s how you’d like sucking my cock.”

You moan around his thumb as he pushes into you, letting you get adjusted to his cock for a moment before fucking into you.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, his eyes watching your tits as you bounce on his cock, his fingers digging into your thigh.

“Fuck, Tom, feels so good,” you moan, crying out as he hits your sweet spot.

“Shhh, sweetheart, don’t want anyone to hear us, don’t want to get caught and have to stop do you?”

“No, Tom, don’t wanna stop, fuck,” you groan, your head leaning against the door, your hands gripping his shoulders.

“Feel so good around me sweetheart, love how wet you are already.”

“Oh fuck!” You cry out as his thumb rubs your clit.

“Shhh, what did I say about being quiet sweetheart?” He grins, his fingers resting on your lips, “I can keep you quiet don’t worry.”

You took the not so subtle hint and opened your mouth, letting Tom push three fingers into it. You put your focus on sucking them like you would a cock, tongue swirling around what you could as he picked up his pace, pounding into you. His fingers fucked into your mouth at the same pace, spit dripping out of your mouth when he pushed a little too far, causing you to gag around them.

“Fuck you look so hot like this sweetheart, choking on my fingers while your cunt takes my cock so well,” he groans, as one of your hands move to your clit, rubbing circles around it.

“You wanna come? You’re so wet sweetheart, think you’re going to come soon? Come all over my cock?”

You moan around his fingers, making as much noise as you could. You felt yourself get closer as his cock nudged against your sweet spot over and over again, your thumb making quick work on your clit. His lips work down your chest, leaving marks as he moved down, his lips wrapping around your nipples, looking up at you as you gagged around his fingers, pussy clenching around his cock. His teeth grazed your nipple and tugged it, which was all you needed to get pushed over the edge, crying around his fingers as you come.

The feeling of you pulsing around him and the view of your spit dripping down your chin onto your tits was enough to make Tom come with a groan of your name against your neck.

“Fuck,” he mutters, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, you suck and lap at them, trying to clean your spit off before he trails his hand down your chest, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“That was-,”

“Fucking fantastic,” Tom says as he pulls out of you and your legs drop to the floor, shaking slightly.

“Why didn’t you fuck me sooner?”

“Didn’t know you wanted me to fuck you sooner sweetheart.”

“Then I guess I’m the idiot.”

“Nah that’s still my title sweetheart don’t worry.”

“Tom? You in there?” Someone shouts, jiggling the door handle.

“Fuck,” he says as you two pull apart from each other and scramble to put clothes on.

When you’re both dressed he unlocks the door and his band mate barges in, the lead singer, you think his name was Harrison.

“Oh fuck, sorry was I interrupting something?” He says taking in the state of you two.

“Nah you’re good,” you say, kissing Tom’s cheek, “call me?”

You wink behind Harrison’s back and watch Tom fumble for words, Harrison making fun of the lipstick stains on his neck as you leave.

[raven-whisperer]

First Meeting [Lemon]

Yikes! I’ve been working on this for literal months - and by that of course I mean I wrote this while procrastinating, never bothered to proof or conclude it, and then left it sitting in my drive. Finally got back around to working on it thanks to winter break (although now I’ve got to deal with Thomas). Don’t think this is my best work, but I’m over all satisfied with how it came out. Maybe I’ll write more in the future, my twisted little brain is always working on weird ideas XD. Please enjoy!

Akira and Melanie belong to @electricpuke

It had started at an outdoor concert, a night out to get over her ex-boyfriend. Accompanied by her best friend, Melanie felt free in the throbbing crowd, energy and music filling the empty ache in her chest that would return in the morning. She had wanted to enjoy herself, get a little drunk, maybe even hook up with a stranger. It was a bad break up, and a latent part of herself wanted to get hurt, but it would by her choice - her own decision. And that’s when he showed up.

He was at the collapsable bar, a glass of half finished whiskey in his hand. He was seated at one of the three plastic tables for the inebriated, his heavy leather boots on the opposing chair. With the look he was giving to the world, even someone drunk off their ass wouldn’t have bothered him for the chair. His silver eyes seemed somewhere far away though, anywhere but here, his body language seemed to say. The man was wearing a leather jacket, battered and worn through years and open in the front to reveal a red tank top that showed off the hard curves of muscles beneath. Melanie decided to use that as a conversation starter.

“Is this seat taken?” Melanie asked, pointing to the chair.

That seemed to startle him for a second, his wide shoulders folding up and then down as he registered the girl in front of him. “No,” he said, pulling his feet down onto the grassy floor.

He raised a brow when Melanie pulled her short skirt beneath her and sat down on the white plastic chair. He had been expecting her to take the chair, not sit with him.

“That’s a nice jacket,” she shouted over the music. “Where’d you get it?”

The man shrugged, not interested in the topic of conversation. “I’ve had it for a while, I can’t remember.”

Silence in the form of music filled the space between them. Neither of them spoke for a while. Then, the young woman said, “I’m Melanie by the way.”

“Akira,” said the man. He took a sip of his whiskey. “This doesn’t seem like your kind of place, Melanie.”

“I was about to say the same to you,” she giggled. “My friend had an extra ticket and she brought me along. What about you?”

Akira smirked, leaning forward, “I snuck in.”

Melanie giggled, “Oh? So you’re a bad boy, then?”

“Worse than you know.” He finished his whiskey, setting the plastic cup on the table. “Melanie, would you like to accompany me anywhere else but here?”

The young woman smile, extending her hand, “I thought you’d never ask.” Akira took it and they both stood. His hand was cold and calloused, but there seemed to be a safety in its largeness.

She followed Akira to a sleek black car. He opened the passenger side door for her and she slipped in. It occurred to her then that she should text her friend where she was going. She pulled out her phone, typing a quick, “Getting lucky tonight???” She tucked her phone away and Akira started the engine, his car taking off towards his house. The car smelled like leather and cologne, some fast food wrappers in the back. There was another smell though that Melanie couldn’t put her finger on - she knew she’d smelled it before, but it kept alluding her.

Melanie didn’t have time to look at Akira’s house. Just as suddenly as they’d taken off, he was kissing her, those same calloused fingers that held her hand heartbeats ago, was now crushing her face to his. She could taste the whiskey and maybe a breath mint from earlier in the day when his tongue filled her mouth. She couldn’t complain, this was what she wanted, to get away from her problems for just a night, fuck a stranger and then have a hangover the next morning. Besides, Akira was hot, if things ended up being more, she still couldn’t complain.

Without breaking contact, Akira moved to her side, straddling her in the car and reaching down to what lay below. He took her soft breasts in his hand, feeling them through the thin bralette she had below. Her nipples were already hard, pushing out through the dual layers of fabric. He hadn’t meant to touch the buds yet, but his thumb brushed over one and she was moaning against his mouth.

He broke their kiss, his face reddening and heated. “Fuck, not in here.” He could feel himself getting hard as he climbed out of his car, pulling Melanie with him. He wasn’t gentle when he pushed her onto the hood of his car, finding her panties from below her dress and pulling them down and off. She wouldn’t need them.

Akira was impatient to get inside her, something about her stirred him on, clouded his mind and got his dick crying to be inside her. He reached down between her legs, searching for her entrance. He was pleased and surprised she was already wet. He pushed her legs apart to give himself space to enter. The man pulled himself out, his cock already fully hard and ready. He didn’t know why he wanted to fuck her so bad, and he didn’t care. With no resistance, he slipped inside, expanding her walls to fit him. “Oh fuck,” he groaned.

Melanie sank her fingers into his arm, “Dude, you’re huge.”

He couldn’t help but smirk at that. He grabbed Melanie’s ass, pulling her closer to him before he started moving himself. And then he was fucking her. He couldn’t even think of trying to tease her or get some head out of her - he just wanted to fuck her and he didn’t want to stop. The slick sounds of their joining filled their ears, Melanie and Akira’s grunts mixing into a chorus of need and pleasure. Akira bit into the skin exposed from her dress, along the top of her shoulder, not quite at the base of her throat. His fangs punctured her skin and she screamed beneath him, orgasm over taking her, but he didn’t stop. Akira kept moving his hips, grunting against her tightness before he reached his own end, a splurge of his seed exploding within her. He removed his fangs and cock from inside of Melanie, panting from his orgasm.

Akira grabbed Melanie, throwing her over his shoulder as he headed toward his house. Melanie was too tired to protest, her womanhood feeling worn and probably going to be sore in the morning. She’d call an uber or something in the morning when she wasn’t tipsy and didn’t want to bang the super hot guy carrying her over his shoulder.

He brought her into the house, passing by the living room and heading upstairs to his room. The moment she was on his bed, Melanie passed out.

In the morning, Melanie woke to find herself wrapped in Akira’s arms. She carefully removed herself, earning a groan of protest from the man before he rolled onto his stomach. Her head hurt and her womanhood was sore, but damn, she couldn’t get over how hot this guy actually was. She found a piece of paper and scribbled her number on it, also marking her name below for him. She would like to see him again, and even if he didn’t call, she knew she’d see him again. A man with a scar like that was hard to lose.