hi guys! i'm ann. i'm a newbie writer. i'm open to writing any kind of fanfic at the moment, my requests are open, feel free! (english is not my first language, if you notice any mistakes or have any suggestions, let me know)
MY MASTERLIST <3
personal info: bisexual woman. 18 year old. enfp. poc
artists i can write about: wallows boys (braeden lemasters, dylan minnette, cole preston), 5sos boys (calum hood, michael clifford, luke hemmings, ashton irwin), dominic fike (and euphoria's elliot), sabrina carpenter, chappell roan, charli xcx, olivia rodrigo, the regrettes members (lydia night, genessa gariano, brooke dickson, drew thomsen), declan mckenna, kit connor, evan peters.
shows/movies i can write about: the 100, euphoria, arrowverse, shadowhunters, supernatural, modern family, shameless, bottoms, the hunger games, harry potter.
if you have a request for a character that is not on this list, you can send it and i will do my best!
a braeden nsfw alphabet like the dylan one perchance 😋
NSFW Alphabet | BRAEDEN LEMASTERS HEADCANONS
warning: NSFW content, unprotected sex. a little stalking without consent.
author's note: Helloooo, I want to apologize because I've had this request for months and although I started writing it months ago I never managed to finish it :( I've managed to make some time in my life to get back to writing, and HERE IT IS! I hope you like it. Again, I'm so sorry for the wait. xx
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a = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
i won’t lie to you—this man loves you, no doubt about it. But when it comes to relaxing after sex, he won’t last long before falling asleep. it’s not your fault, that’s just how he is.
b = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he loves your ass. He’ll look at it all the time, touch it all the time. he likes to feel it in his hands, against his crotch, on his tongue. He’s obsessed.
as for himself, Braeden knows he has a handsome face. he subtly grooms his beard and keeps his haircut on point to best complement his features.
c = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
inside you. If you ask him not to, he’ll respect it—but until then, that’s the only answer. Cumming inside you turns him on like crazy.
d = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
my boy can get a little stalker-ish when he really wants something—I can totally picture him going through your underwear looking for a pair of dirty panties… just smelling them would send him to heaven.
e = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
mhmm, I think he was definitely with two or three girls before you, but he’s still a bit shy when it comes to being in bed with you.
f = Favorite position
MISSIONARY and LOTUS. this man is a romantic—he loves feeling your whole body rubbing against his while you’re doing it, loves moaning in your ear while resting against you.
g = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)
this man is never serious—he never stops talking. But surprisingly, there’s a point when you won’t get a single coherent word out of him. he’ll be so overwhelmed by what he feels that his brain won’t process anything else. I won’t lie—it’s cute. It’s adorable seeing him so wrecked by the pleasure you give him that he’s left in a daze for minutes.
h = Hair (how well groomed are they?)
he definitely has hair down there, but not enough to bother you—or for him to do anything about it.
i = Intimacy (the romantic aspect during the moment)
i don’t think Braeden is able to do much else in that moment besides admiring you with everything he has. he might not say it with words, but his actions say it all.
j = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
oh my godddd, he loves masturbating. He loves it when you do it for him. He loves thinking of you while doing it. when he’s on tour and you’re not around, no matter how much he tries to resist, he ends up in his hotel bathroom moaning your name while gently massaging his balls.
k = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Orgasm control: Do I need to say it? You’re the dominant one here. Braeden loves when you make him beg to come—and you love hearing him whimper in your ear.
Underwear fetishism: Like I said before—he LOVES smelling them.
l = Location (favorite places to have sex)
probably the car. You underestimate Braeden when it comes to picking places to fuck—it could be anywhere: a women’s bathroom, an elevator, his old bedroom at his parents’ house. Anywhere works. But the car is different—the idea of possibly getting caught turns him on even more.
m = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
everything. you touched his leg? He’s turned on. You wore a tight dress? Turned on. you're just watching TV in short shorts, completely unbothered? Yup—still turned on.
n = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
sexual degradation. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like feeling like he’s offending you, and he wouldn’t want you to offend him either. what can I say? He’s a gentleman.
o = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he loves both. He loves pleasing you, loves how you pull his hair while he licks your clit in the passenger seat of his car at night before dropping you off.
But he also loves when you go down on him in the middle of traffic at 2pm.
p = Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
i don’t think Braeden can be rough and fast during sex—you could be, but he’d be so overwhelmed by the pleasure that he’d just let you do all the work.
q = Quickie (opinions on quickies)
whenever you can. whenever there’s time. Any small opportunity. in fact—can you right now?
r = Risk (how willing are they to experiment?)
he loves it. he’ll tell you, “What’s the worst that could happen? What would they say? We’re a couple,” to justify wanting to fuck on the tour bus.
s = Stamina (how many rounds? how long?)
two or three in one go—let him rest a bit and he’ll come back to finish all six.
t = Toys (do they use them?)
i don’t know about you, but he loves when you use them on him.
u = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he won’t. he’ll tell you straight up—it’s on you if you want to make him wait.
v = Volume (how loud are they?)
he’ll moan, gasp, sigh—he’s not ashamed of being heard. You’re the reason he sounds like that.
w = Wild card (a random headcanon)
He doesn’t like using condoms.
at first, he’ll always use them. But after dating for a while, he’ll ask to look into other birth control methods, and he’ll be totally open to frequent STD testing if it makes you feel safe.
x = X-ray (what’s going on under those clothes)
average length, a little thicker in the middle, but overall on the slimmer side.
y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I think you can figure that out yourself, can’t you?
hey guys, I want to apologize for being so late with the requests. it's been a long time since I last wrote here, but my busy life hasn't allowed me to :( I'll be around for a few days, and i'm already writing something, but im wondering, what do you want first? Let me know xx
<3
cole fluffy
braeden fluffy
braeden spicy
cole spicy
Voting ended onApr 15, 2025
im not considering dylan this time because i have almost no requests for him (unbelievably), lol. But yeah, let me know!
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 ! there will be both sfw and nsfw content in these headcannons but there will be a warning beforehand!
𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ! i hope you enjoy :) thank u for your patience
𝐬𝐟𝐰 !
bf!braeden who loves to bring you around during band practices and can’t help but interrupt himself in between singing just to kiss you.
bf!braeden who is super clingy. like this man can't be away from you for more than ten minutes.
bf!braeden who you have had a thing for since high school and hed always tease you for it.
you were on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you felt braeden’s presence behind you. before you could react, he snatched your phone out of her hands and held it high above his head. you whined for him to return it to you but he couldn't help but take a peek.
he smirked, tilting his head. “say ‘braeden is the best boyfriend ever, and i’m obsessed with him.’”
you had given up at this point crossing your arms. "never." you smiled.
he raised an eyebrow. “okay, guess ima just have to read these texts out loud — ‘omg, braeden looked so good today, swear he gets cuter every time i see him —’”
you gasped, tackling him onto the couch. “oh my, i did not write that." you lied between your teeth.
he cheesily smiled down at you, "mm baby c'mon we all know."
bf!braeden who always has you cuddled next to him when you sleep.
his hand was wrapped around you hugging you tightly in front of him and somehow you ended up on the edge of the bed. so he wrapped his arm around you again pulling you closer to him and rested his hands there. “stay right here, baby.” he whispered half asleep, kissing your cheek.
bf!braeden who always kisses you in the morning.
you wake up groggily to braeden nuzzled in your neck. you smiled lightly letting your eyes flutter open despite the blinding light shining through the curtains.
braeden lightly places kisses to your forehead, cheek. then finally lips. “morning beautiful.” he muttered with a raspy tone. you tried to push him away muttering something about morning breath but all you heard was a chuckle. “don’t care.” he kissed you again.
bf!braeden who would show up when you least expect it.
you had a long day and just wanted to go home and relax. you couldn’t stop thinking about your bed and right as you were finally walking out of the door to from your class you were surprised to see braeden.
he was always there. surprising you by your car, in your house, outside of your class. holding your favorite everything in hand. “surprised.” he’d always say, with a endless grin on his face.
bf!braeden who when you guys first started to talk during high school would try to hold your hand, even in public.
“what are you doing?” you whispered, looking up from your book and to the side where braeden sat. you were both sitting on the floor in the library studying when his hand reached over and put his over yours.
you shook your head trying not to blush so hard. “what?” he asked, trying to act oblivious and innocent when you both let it go, and his hand was still wrapped around yours.
bf!braeden who always loves to call you his girl, like he’s privileged.
his friends and him were at band practices tuning their instruments when they noticed braeden’s wallpaper changed. “woah braeden, who’s that?” one of them questioned.
as if braeden knew, he responded in a split second. “that’s my girl.” he smiled to himself. you guys weren’t even dating yet.
𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 !
bf!braeden who likes to tease you, especially in public.
you had been running errands and braeden’s hands kept wandering. he’d slip his hand on your waist but not in a stagnant way. he smoothed his hands down your waist. he’d also slip his hand in between your thighs while sitting down.
anything to keep you wanting more and feeling needy but the only thing it got him, was feeling needy himself unable to stop himself from thinking of what he could do to you later on.
bf!braeden who loves to see you get flustered
you clutched braeden’s shirt as he kissed up your neck earning a light laugh from him. “what’s wrong baby?” he noticed how you tugged on his collar. all he got in response was a shaky breath. “gettin’ shy on me angel?” he questioned kissing further down to your chest.
bf!braeden who is definitely a possessive boyfriend
you were looking through the racks of clothing when he noticed someone behind you having a lingering eye. in response, he grabbed your waist pulled you closer, and whispered something he couldn’t say aloud into your ear earning a grin from you.
bf!braeden who doesn’t mine if he’s running late to anything if it’s because of you.
your hips moved back and forth on top of braeden quick and with force. “please — need you to touch me.” you begged him.
he grinned kissing your lips passionately. “we’re gonna be late.” he mumbled but all you did was whine leaving him no choice but to give you what you wanted. “fuck— you’re going to be the death of me one day.”
⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 — you go to schaefer's party and unexpectedly meet a really cute guy...and he's in a band?
⭒ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 — follows music video . suggestive kissing . fingering . oral male! receiving . curly fries!!! .
you were walking through the crowd at schaefer's party, searching for any type of drink. and curly fries. you had told schaefer you would be a no-show if he didn't promise to get curly fries, so the entire night you were on a mission to find the delicious food.
you scrambled through the kitchen before setting your eyes on a small jack in the box carrier of curly fries. you held in your squeal as you grabbed the box and began to devour the food you had been craving for the past hour, a satisfied sigh being exhaled from your nose with a matching hum.
you also found a 'tasty beverage', a nice soda to wash down the fries. and when you were done, you began to walk around in search of your friends. you saw schaefer's younger brother speed by you before you caught up with two of your friends by the pool outside.
"god, you reek of curly fries." one of your friends said. "because schaefer came through with them!" you replied happily. "see, i told you he'd get them. when in doubt, trust the old faithful schaefer." your other friend chirped in. the two of them were handed pool noodles by schaefer's brother before he ran off again, his older brother calling him out and diving into the pool instead of running around to catch him.
"what a terrible shortcut." you comment, making your friends laugh as they tossed the pool noodles away.
right when the foam left your vision, you saw him. and he was staring right back at you.
it felt like you were floating. like your world suddenly got brighter and clearer as you zeroed in on him, him doing the same.
you absentmindedly twirled your hair with a smile, a faint shade of pink rising to your face. he was entranced by you, staring like he was put under a spell.
he began to make his way to you right as one of your friends whispered about something going on inside the house, making him and your other friend push you away towards said house, all while your gaze lingered on the cute guy staring at you.
braeden seemed completely devastated by your sudden absence. he made it a mission to find you and actually speak to you. his heart was thumping fast as he watched your friend grab your hand into hers, dragging you away from him. unintentionally, of course. i mean, they didn't know.
your friends let go of you as they entered the house first. you stood by the door and turned, seeing braeden come from around the house looking for you. he turned his head and saw you smiling at him before you made your way inside, him following soon after, trying to catch up with you.
you sneakily grabbed another batch of curly fries from the kitchen as your friends walked you around the house to meet up with the rest of your friend group that had shown up….with a mannequin?
"dude, what's up with the chick?" one friend commented, making the group laugh.
the one holding the plastic woman shrugged, "dunno, i found her in the living room. i'll name her…" his voice drifted off as he and the rest looked at the mannequin, trying to come up with a name for her.
"delores," you spoke, a half chewed curly fry in your mouth, "name her delores. she looks like one." one of the people in the group opened their mouth as they were about to speak but you held up a finger, "don't ask, she just does." you cut them off and stuffed another delicious curly fry into your mouth.
braeden searched everywhere for you, finding no luck. he then went back to the pool, telling dylan and cole to get ready to perform.
"wait- perform? like we're gonna play? dude. the van exploded, how are we gonna-" cole started but was cut off by braeden.
"dude, chill out, i got this. we still saved the instruments and those shirts, right?" he asked. the two in front of him shared a look before slowly nodding with dragged out 'yeah's'.
"okay, awesome." braeden then walked away to find their stuff, leaving his bandmates confused.
"is he okay?" dylan questioned, turning to cole, who just shrugged in response. "like, he's being weird."
"yeah…he knows we're not supposed to play tonight, right? did he even ask schaefer?" cole asked as he and dylan began to follow after the brunette.
the trio were now in matching white shirts with blue lettering spelling out 'wallets', cole was hanging up a banner with the same design.
"cole, i think it can be a little higher?" braeden pointed to his curly haired friend as he raised up the banner, "a little higher on the- on- y'know what, it's good, it's perfect. you can go back to the drums. it's great. looks great. love it." he dismissed, letting cole sit at his drums.
"wait, so which one do you want me to play?" dylan motioned a hand to the keyboard in front of him while his other held his guitar to his body.
"just play both," braeden pointed at the instruments. "oh- alright, alright." dylan nodded. "yeah, just play both. great. okay." braeden exhaled slowly, nervously strumming the strings of his guitar with his plectrum.
schaefer then walked into the room and glanced at the setup, a pitcher of some tasty beverage in hand. "yo, brae-boy, you're not on setlist, man. what is this?" he questioned, making dylan and cole share a look.
"it's okay, man, i'm just getting stoaked. i'm just getting stoaked." the brunette excused. schaefer nodded in understanding, "you are the curly fry, my guy," he patted braeden's shoulder, "say no more." he began to walk away. "yeah, okay." braeden sighed while dylan did a rock hand to the disappearing schaefer.
braeden then looked down at his shirt. "cole, why is this 'wallets'?" he asked. the other two looked down at their shirts, reading the exact word on them. "our band name isn't wallets? this changes everything." cole responded. "i like it." dylan added.
"okay, it's fine, it's fine. are you guys ready?" braeden pointed at the two, with cole nodding and dylan giving a small "yeah."
"alright, here we go," all three of them held their respective instruments, ready to play. "one, two, three, four!" braeden counted down.
cole began to play the drums as dylan played the keyboard, leaving braeden to mess with his hair, face, and the goggles on his head before playing his guitar and singing into the mic.
"we only just met tonight," he sang, eyes scanning the room for you as everyone began to look at them.
"but I think we'll put up a good fight." you sang—in braeden's head, that is. in reality, you were simply bopping your head along to the song, your eyes locked onto his again. mutual grins were plastered onto both of your faces as he continued to sing.
after performing their song, braeden immediately left his guitar with his friends and made his way towards you.
"hi." he grinned.
"hey." you beamed back.
"i'm braeden," he stuck his hand out and you shook it with a response of your name. "i think you're really, really, really beautiful, and i've been looking for you all night, and i hope that...that isn't weird?" he chuckled.
you let out a soft giggle at his slight ramble but adorable and dorky charm. "not weird at all, brae." you spoke, the nickname falling from your lips smoothly, as if you had said it everyday of your life before tonight.
stars practically sparkled in his eyes as he stared at you, taking in every feature of your face under the mix of warm house lights and vibrant colors of rotating party ones.
"would you wanna- no that's stupid," he quickly shook his head and looked down with a chuckle. "no, no, what?" you giggled again. god, he was so cute. he even had a small hint of a blush on his cheeks, just from standing in front of you. and you were sure that you had a matching one, too.
"uhm," he looked back up at you, losing his voice slightly from meeting your gaze. he never knew someone's eyes could be so pretty. sure, he had gotten multiple compliments on his own, but damn. yours beat his in every way possible. the hues of your irises behind dilated pupils that were identical to his own—they were gorgeous, fitting every color of the lights, no matter what shade they turned into under them.
"do you wanna do- or go do- or uh- try out seven minutes in heaven? possibly? maybe? not- not like in- in a, uh, a weird way but-"
"i'd love to, braeden."
and your hands quickly found refuge together. he led you all the way upstairs and to the designated closet, a sign that quite literally said '7 minutes in heaven' with puffy clouds around it making itself known. he opened the door and allowed you to step into the confined space first before closing and locking the door behind himself.
for such a big house, this was the tiniest closet ever. good on schaefer for thinking of this.
your chests were smushed together, noses touching. his hands landed on your waist and yours on his shoulders as if it was instinct. the air switched into a tension full of need, and the mingling of heavy and excited breaths fueled it more.
you tilted your head upwards and to the right, feeling him do the same against you until you were both at the right angle. braeden was about to ask for permission to kiss you but couldn't formulate the words fast enough; you smashed your lips against him in the sweetest way you could muster. your lips were soft against his. and he could feel the remnants of whatever easy lip combo you decided to put on before the party.
you tasted the birthday cake chapstick that smoothed his pink lips, a small smile finding you at the thought of him choosing that flavor. you could feel his own lips twitch into a smile against your own. one of your hands traveled up to his beanie and goggles covered hair, carefully removing the items to thread your fingers through his soft and fluffy brown hair.
in turn, his hands gripped at your waist—your shirt slowly lifting under his needy fingers, separating from your skirt to reveal heated skin. the moment his fingers made contact with your side, sparks ignited. or at least it felt like it.
you tugged on his hair slightly, a soft moan breaking out from his lips and into your mouth. the kiss soon fell into a passionate fight of tongues and wandering hands, the room filling with sloppy sounds of lips meshing and disconnecting over and over again.
one of braeden's hands slowly trickled down below the hem of your skirt. he pulled away from your mouth with a smack and saliva string, "can i touch you? please?" he whispered. your swollen lips transformed into a smile at his small beg. "only if i can touch you after." you replied, seeing his eyes light up as he nodded, you giving one back.
his lips crashed onto yours again, building back up to where you once were. your skirt was lifted and bunched up at your hips in an instant. his slender fingers rubbed over your clothed clit as you spread your legs as much as you could muster. "fuck, brae," you moaned, tilting your head back.
"mmm, yeah?" he grinned against the warmth of your neck, planting kisses across the delicate skin. his lips puckered on a small spot a bit under your ear, humming as you shivered at the touch. "there we go," he whispered. his hand moved your underwear to the side, slipping his fingers through your slick folds. you couldn't hold back the moans that easily flew from you, getting slightly louder at the feel of him sucking at your neck, occasionally nipping at the skin.
"brae, please," you whined, grabbing his face to look into his eyes. he knew what you wanted. and god, did he provide. he eased two fingers into you, curling them once he set a good pace. you moaned right at him, his pretty light green eyes were now taken over by lust-blown pupils, staring right back into your own. the noises you made while he pumped his fingers went straight to his hardened cock, straining against his jeans.
braeden stuffed a third finger inside you. and the way your back arched off the wall while you mewled made his dick twitch in his pants. he felt you clenching around him, signaling you were close.
"c'mon, baby, you can do it," his fingers moved faster, the wet and squishy sounds filling the room alongside your moans. his name flew from your mouth like a mantra as your orgasm crashed over you. your hands gripped onto his shoulders as you pulled him into another kiss, trying to muffle your own sounds—although the party outside already had you two covered. but he swallowed your moans gladly, pulling away to focus on fingering you through your orgasm, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
"yeah, yeah, that's it, baby," he breathed against your slightly open mouth. he quickly pecked your lips as you whined. "that's it, good girl, honey, doing so good. fuck, yeah." he cooed.
you whimpered at the loss of his fingers when he pulled them out, agonizingly slow—gathering as much of your arousal off your gummy walls with his fingers. your hooded eyes gleamed as he began to suck on his fingers, letting out a groan at the taste of you.
"fuck, you taste amazing," he moaned, his fingers sucked clean of you. you grabbed him and spun him around as quick as your shaky legs would allow. you pinned him to the wall where you once stood, kissing him once more. your tongues tangled immediately, allowing you to taste yourself on him.
"let me taste you." you spoke. your voice was more demanding than asking. and god, did that turn him on.
braeden mumbled multiple whiny 'yes's' while his head hazily nodded. you bent down onto your knees, dragging your hands down his body. you placed a chaste kiss over his denim-clad bulge, feeling him twitch against you. "mm- please- please, no teasing. need you." he whimpered, the sound making you wetter.
you obeyed his begging, undoing his belt and pants before quickly pulling his jeans and boxers down. his cock, long and thick, sprung out. his tip was pink, bordering on a red flush of pure need. a bead of precum sat on his slit and you gave a kitten lick to take it off. you then enveloped him into your mouth while he moaned and tipped his head back against the wall. you practically swallowed him whole, letting out a gag once the tip of your nose hit the trimmed hair at his base.
you began to pull back, your tongue sticking out to lick a stripe up his shaft as you did. his hands reached over and grabbed your hair while you began to bob your head on him. he didn't move you, just made sure your head was stable as you took him, your own hands propped on his thighs.
his fingers began to tangle into your hair as you continued, your pussy clenching from his spew of praises. your nails pressed crescent moons into the skin of his thighs from gripping him harshly as you choked on his dick. braeden began to push your head down while thrusting his hips up, shoving himself deeper down your throat.
he was a consent guy all the way, so he didn't mean to do that without asking, but the full control he had suddenly taken made you moan—the sound vibrating on him.
"fu-ck! close, so close, oh my god," he began to ramble, your name slipping in the middle of his flurry of moans and whines. you hummed against him through hollowed cheeks, letting him know it was okay to cum inside your mouth.
and he did.
white, sticky ropes of his essence spewed down your throat, completely filling your mouth. you tasted his slight saltiness on your tongue. and you swallowed all that he gave, sucking him a bit as he was still in your mouth. when he pulled out and you looked up at him, you saw his chest heave. you had left him breathless.
you licked your lips with a smile. "i think that was more than seven minutes," you commented as he helped you up before stuffing himself back into his pulled up boxers and jeans.
"was still heaven, though." he added, making you laugh and lightly slap his chest. he pulled you into a sweet kiss, less temptation and lust, and more just savoring you.
you hummed as you pulled back, "i could really go for some curly fries right now. you?" and the moment the food's name left your mouth, he somehow fell harder.
his mouth fell open and his eyes went wide, "i think i'm in love with you." he said, making you giggle and peck his lips.
⭒ 𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘴 — i hope at least 2 of you got the tua reference in the beginning :3 anyways, braeden lemasters is my fav wallows member so i felt compelled to write for him first, but i'll write for dylan and cole eventually!!
also i hope its okay that i used my regular taglist for this! the only other person ik that really knows wallows is millie and both her and faith know i'm obsessed with braeden (hence the braedenslover account lmfao 🙏🙏)
a/n: felt like writing a halloween themed fic as halloween was coming up! and i noticed a lack of wallows fics on here!!! so i thought id write one for braeden :)
happy halloween to those who celebrate <3
pairing: braeden x reader
summary: you hadn’t been to many social gatherings since your break up quite a few months ago, braeden thinks going to a halloween party with a small amount of drinking may do you some good. although, that may come with an unexpected confession.
warnings: drinking alcohol, reader feeling negative about herself
word count: 2.4k
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Halloween.
Usually you’d be the first person to be wanting to go out and buy a costume to go to a gathering or party with your friends.
You loved halloween. It’s the time of year you get to dress up however you want, in whatever costume you want, and you always found that thrilling.
The past couple of years, you would match costumes with your boyfriend, go to some stupid party and most likely get laughed at by his friends. It wasn’t all that fun for you now that you think back to it.
This year would be very different. You and your boyfriend broke up back at the start of the year. Which meant, no matching costume, no shitty halloween party.
Instead, you would get to spend the day with your friends. Especially, your longtime friend, Braeden. You’d turned down his halloween plans since being with your boyfriend, which was mostly his doing, so this year would be a breath of fresh air.
In your opinion, Braeden had stayed friends with you for longer than he should’ve. For reasons out of your control, you didn’t talk to him as much, you skipped plans, you practically avoided him. All because of your ex.
Braeden repeatedly told you that it wasn’t your fault. That he knew what was going on, that he wasn’t mad at you over it whatsoever.
He could never be mad at you, he cared about you way too much for that.
Since your break up, Braeden had been with you almost every day. He’d be at your apartment, cooking you food, watching movies with you, letting you borrow his clothes, sleeping over with you more than being in his own house.
You hadn’t been out much since everything happened, so Braeden put in extra effort to get you to have a good time. He took you out to eat, took you to your favourite ice cream spot, everything a boyfriend would do.
He was the perfect guy. And maybe he’d wished you’d seen that sooner.
Now, you were sat on Braeden’s bed. Legs comfortably crossed in front of you as you waited for him to change into his costume in the bathroom.
He’d told you about the halloween party Dylan would be throwing at his place, suggesting that it might be a nice time for you to see friends and relax for the night.
It didn’t take long for him to walk into the room, standing with his arms out for you to see the full outfit.
“So, you’re meant to be a… magician?” You asked, the black pants, white shirt, cape and hat made that obvious.
“And I have the props to go with it,” he enthusiastically held out a deck of cards and a magic wand. “Maybe I can magic a rabbit out of my hat.”
“You have a rabbit?”
He had an odd expression on his face. An almost unreadable one. He went to his drawers, pulling out a headband… with bunny ears on it. He raised his eyebrows.
You realised at that moment why Braeden had suggested for you to wear your most hated white dress to this halloween party. You’d even put on a hoodie over it because you hated it so badly.
“You’re not serious,” you folded your arms. “You really want me to be the bunny?”
“I just thought i’d might be nice to have a matching outfit,” he defended himself.
“But, I only used to do matching outfits with—“
You sighed, running your hands through your hair. Braeden, put the headband down on his cabinet, slowly sitting down next to you.
“I thought us doing a matching outfit could take your mind off of it,” he explained. “Give you some new happy memories for halloween.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” you looked at him, seeing the sorrowful look on his face. “I know you’re doing this for me, it’s just that it’s the first halloween since everything happened.”
“And I probably should’ve asked about these outfits before calling you over here,” he truly did feel bad. He didn’t want to make you do this if you didn’t want to. “I’ll take you home so you can wear something you want to wear.”
You contemplated for a moment. Looking at this thought out costume that Braeden was wearing. You didn’t want to ruin something else for him.
He did this for you, he wanted to try and make you happy, make you forget about your ex. Another example of how much he cared, that he was willing to take you home now if you really didn’t want to do this.
“Give me the bunny ears,” you held your hand out.
“You’ll do it?”
“I’ll do it.”
He abruptly stood, grabbing the bunny ears to give them to you. You stood up too, standing in front of his mirror to place them atop your head.
The ears looked ridiculously large on you. Either way, you turned around to show Braeden who was waiting patiently behind you to see. He let out a quiet laugh, coughing to cover it up after.
“Don’t laugh!” You folded your arms over your stomach. “You’re the one who wanted me to do this.”
“No, no, you look great,” He straightened up the ears on your head, staying close to you afterwards.
You looked up at him, the sweet expression on his face, the way he was looking at you. There was meaning in that look, there must’ve been.
“Um, we should probably get going,” he stepped away, finding his phone to check the time. “I have a pair of white gloves for you too, where did I put them?”
He rummaged through his drawer, finding them after a few moments. He handed them to you, watching as you slipped them on.
“Okay, I’m ready,” you smiled, Braeden raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Your hoodie.”
“What about it?”
“Aren’t you gonna take it off?” He asked. “For your dress.”
“Oh, uh, totally.”
You hesitated for a moment, taking your bunny ears off before slowly pulling the sleeves over your hands to go to take it off, but you stopped. Your dress was thin, slightly clingy. Did you have to do this?
“I always think you look beautiful in your dresses,” Braeden leaned against his wardrobe, noticing the unsure look on your face.
“it’s just—“ you closed your eyes, shaking your head. “It makes me look—“
“Pretty?” He spoke over you. “Gorgeous?”
“Come on, stop,” you chuckled.
He raised his hands in defence, looking away as you eventually pulled your hoodie over your head, placing it on Braeden’s bed before turning around.
He went to speak, no words coming out. He’d underestimated how much he’d missed getting to hang out with you, getting to do things like this with you. With his best friend. Perhaps the person he saw more as a friend.
“You look beautiful,” he smiled softly. You rolled your eyes. “I’m serious, we look good together, huh?”
Together.
You looked down at your dress, over to his magician costume, “we match well,” you finally agreed. “Good job thinking of this.”
You both discussed final arrangements for Dylan’s party, making your way over to his house soon after.
It didn’t take long to get there, Dylan greeting you at the door in his priest costume before grabbing drinks for you both to have for the start of the night.
You passed Cole in his pumpkin outfit on the way to the living room, enjoying himself as much as everyone else here.
Braeden knew you had a tendency to drink to forget about your problems, so he was making sure to watch you didn’t over do it, not wanting you to end up feeling sick.
It was hard for you to admit to yourself, but you had been having a good time here so far. For the first time in two years, you were having fun on halloween. Without your boyfriend, without his stupid friends that you never knew.
You were having fun with Braeden, your best friend who you suddenly felt the need to be overly thankful to. Perhaps the alcohol in your system taking effect after being half way through your second drink.
“You know,” you gained Braeden’s attention, sitting on the sofa in the living room. “You really didn’t have to do all this matchy outfit thing for me just to try and make me happy.”
“You know,” he mocked jokingly. “I’d do anything for you if it means you’re happy.”
“Well, I am, I’m very happy,” you shuffled closer to him. “I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend like you, or to keep you around.”
He sighed, glancing to your cup to see it was almost empty. You did tend to get emotional when you’re drunk, so that’s what this must be.
“I was always gonna stay around,” he leaned forwards, placing his cup on the small table. “I wasn’t about to lose you over some shitty guy.”
“He was shitty, wasn’t he?” You laughed with a shake of your head. “You’re not shitty though, you’ve never been shitty.”
“I try my best,” Braeden laughed with you.
As he sat back, you leaned that small bit closer, laying your head on his shoulder. You decided you liked him this close, feeling his arm go around your shoulders.
He noticed you fiddling with the top of your plastic cup, something you usually did if you had something on your mind. He took a deep breath, trying to slow his racing heart with you being so close.
From beside him, Dylan walked past, knocking his shoulder gently with a raise of his eyebrows. He knew how Braeden felt about you, so did Cole who was looking from the other side of the room.
“Why are they looking at us like that?” You asked, causing Braeden to abruptly look down at you.
You looked up at him, now realizing the close proximity you were in. Neither of you moved. It’s as if everything around you froze. Had his eyes always been this dreamy?
“Is it hot in here?” He suddenly questioned.
“what?”
“We should um, go and get some air,” he turned away. Glaring at his two friends as he stood up.
You didn’t know what was going on, but you followed his lead, stumbling slightly as you stood up, maybe you did drink a little too much.
Braeden immediately reached for your hand, steadying you before going any further.
“You okay?” He double checked.
You looked down at your hand in his, suddenly feeling your heart racing. This hadn’t happened before. What was going on?
“Drunk on halloween, how cliche,” you chuckled, forcing yourself to look up at him.
He shook his head at you, starting to lead you away from the living room, his hand keeping hold of yours.
You went to the back of the house, leaving through the back door. It was quiet in the backyard, peaceful, away from all the music and drinking.
You both sat down on the patio chair, now letting go of Braeden’s hand. It was a clear night, the bright stars glowing in the sky above you. Tonight was a perfect night.
Sitting in the quiet was definitely needed. Letting your mind settle, although, the only thing you could think about was all the moments you’d had with Braeden today.
The way he looked at you in his house when he adjusted your bunny ears, him calling you beautiful, his arm around you inside, the way he looked at you then, him holding your hand.
You were close to Braeden. He was your best friend. But things had felt different tonight.
Without thinking, your hand had started to edge closer to his. Pinky’s touching, linking yours with his as a little gentle touch. He didn’t move his hand away, didn’t ask what was going on.
Friends don’t act like this. do they?
“Thank you for getting me to come to this party,” you broke the silence. “It’s been nice spending this time with you again.”
“I’ve missed it,” he admitted. “It’s been a while since we’ve been together to have a good time, rather than you being upset.”
“yea, together.”
You took a long breath in, shuffling to look at Braeden beside you. He turned too, not knowing why you were looking at him the way you were.
You reached up, taking his hat off of his head to run your hand through his fluffy brown hair. The only look in his eyes was adoration, he couldn’t help but smile.
“I don’t know why I ever thought he was a good guy,” you said referring to your ex. “When I’ve had you the whole time.”
Braeden furrowed his eyebrows, he didn’t understand where you were going with this.
“I don’t know why I didn’t see it before,” you cupped his cheek in your gloved hand. “I think it’s been you for longer than I realized before.”
“Stop,” he moved away slightly. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not saying this just because I’ve been drinking, Brae,” you defended. “No one’s ever cared about me the way you do, you’re always here, no matter what.”
He knew you were serious after calling him by that nickname. He sighed, relaxing into your touch as you continued on. You felt ever so closer to him now, the closest you’re sure you’d ever been to him.
Close enough to notice his quick glance down to your lips.
“I pushed you away, when I should’ve been honest with you, with myself, from the start.”
Now it was Braeden’s turn. He brushed his thumb delicately across your cheek before tucking your hair behind your ears.
“I guess my whole plan for tonight was to give you some happier halloween memories,” he holds your chin between his thumb and finger. “Can I kiss you?”
You don’t know what you’d expected, but it wasn’t for him to say that. Judging by his initial reaction, you were expecting him to move away completely.
“I thought you would’ve noticed the signs earlier on,” he leaned in closer. “Maybe now’s finally the right time.”
Without another word, he moved forwards. His lips connecting to yours in a soft kiss. He slowly pulled away after, waiting to see your reaction.
You had the most lovestruck smile on your face. A blush rising on your cheeks before you quickly cuddled up to Braeden.
This Halloween had been perfect. And now you knew that he’s all you needed and more.
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Hi! I love your wallows fics sm!! I have a request for Cole and can you do one where the girl is a rockstar of her own band, I’m talking like beabadoobee aesthetic type of girl! Thank you!🤍🪽
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆we go together like the gum on my shoes｡˚🎤𖤐🪽
You first rose to fame after uploading a silly song on the internet. You didn’t think it would go viral overnight, and you certainly didn’t expect to be signed onto a record label because of it. Since then, you’ve made more music and have performed at a few festivals and events. Now, you were planning your first ever tour.
There was a bit of a debacle trying to choose your opening act until you decided to ask the fans. After hours of listening to music, there was one band that really stuck out to you. They were already pretty popular, but you had already become a fan of their music just by listening to one song.
So, you decided to contact them.
It was the first show on tour. You could hardly sleep the night before from excitement and nerves, so getting up early was a little difficult with only four hours of sleep. You still managed to put on a smile, though.
“Good morning,” you greeted the opening act band.
“Morning. Ready for tonight,” Braeden asked with a smile.
“Yeah. It’s your big night,” Dylan added.
You sighed. “I’m a little nervous, but I know that’s normal.”
“You’re gonna do great,” Cole assured.
You grinned at him gratefully. “Have you guys done soundcheck yet?”
“We’re about to go up right now. Are you gonna watch?”
“Yeah. I’m just going to make some coffee first.”
“Oh,” Cole revealed a second coffee cup, “I already made you some.”
Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Thank you. Is there—“
“Two sugars, three creamers.”
He knew your coffee order.
Off to the side, Braeden and Dylan exchanged knowing glances and left you two for the moment.
You took the coffee from Cole and sipped lightly, also trying to hide the wide set smile growing on your face.
“It’s perfect. Thank you,” you said.
Cole waved his hand. “I mean, I was a barista once.” You chuckled as the two of you walked out of the green room.
Since meeting the members of Wallows, the boys and the rest of the band had been very kind and sweet. You got along with all of them right off the bat. Since they had more experience touring and such, you often went to them for advice or any second thoughts. They were always helpful with their feedback to ensure everything went smoothly.
It was fun watching them perform. They all had that naturally confident stage presence. You always found yourself observing from the side. No matter how many times you heard the same songs being played, you didn’t think it was possible to get sick of them.
During a small break, Cole beckoned you over with a wave. The rest of the guys were busy with their own things as you walked over.
“Have you ever played drums,” he asked.
You shook your head. “I barely know a simple rythmn.”
He suddenly stood up and gestured to his seat. You laughed a bit while sitting down. He handed you his drumsticks. You felt a little bit awkward as you held them. Cole seemed to notice.
“Here.” He adjusted your fingers. Your jaw unconsciously clenched under his touch. “This is just one of the ways to hold them.”
“Thanks.” You had a hard time looking him in the eye.
Cole spent the next few minutes explaining the basics. You nodded along, listening intently. Every time he demonstrated a move, you did the same. It gained the attention of the others as they would glance back at the two of you. They all had the same thought with matching smiles.
“This is a lot to remember,” you chuckled and stood up, handing Cole back his drumsticks.
“Well, we have all of tour to practice,” he replied.
“Who knows, maybe one day I’ll come up and steal your spot,” you teased.
Cole scoffed jokingly. “I’d like to see you try.” You giggled while walking away, unaware of his stare on your lingering figure.
You could hear the chatter of the audience. It was a full house. Everyone was hyped after Wallows set, which made you even more nervous.
What if they didn’t like you? What if they only came for Wallows and left before you could go on stage? What if you didn’t do a good job like you thought you would?
All these questions circled your head. You felt like you were going to explode. There was that tight feeling in your chest and pressure on your head. It felt like you couldn’t breathe.
Someone knocked on the door, making you jump. Cole stuck his head in.
“Hey. We were looking for you. Are you okay?”
“No,” you immediately bursted. “I can’t go out there. What if something goes wrong? What I forget the lyrics? What if my voice cracks? What if—“
“Hey, hey,” Cole shut the door behind him and stood in front of you, “you’re gonna do amazing. All those people out there are here for you. And so are we.” He took your hands in his. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m nervous.” You breathed out a chuckle. “I don’t know why considering I’ve preformed before, but it’s different now because I have expectations to meet and I don’t know how it’s going to go. It could all go horribly wrong and then, my life is over. Maybe I should cancel—“
You gasped as Cole’s lips pressed against yours. You didn’t move. He pulled away after a few seconds. There was a look of disbelief on his face.
“I…I don’t know why I did that,” he admitted. “You were talking so fast and I had to make you stop. Not in like a rude way, but so you wouldn’t freak yourself out more. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep or anything—“
You surprised him and yourself as you lurched forward. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands settled on your waist. You could feel your body began to grow hot as the two of you moved in sync.
“Hey, guys— Woah.”
The two of you quickly pulled away and took a step back. Your guitarist looked back and forth between you and Cole.
“Um, we go on in five, so…yeah. I’m gonna go.” He shut the door behind him.
You pursed your lips. Cole scratched the back of his neck, his eyes darting from you to the floor rapidly.
“We should probably go,” he uttered.
You hummed while nodding. He held open the door for you to walk out first.
“Oh, and thanks, by the way,” you paused to face him. “I think you definitely helped calm my nerves.” You started walking away as Cole couldn’t help but grin.
hera speaks!
i’m actually so surprised at the amount of requests i’ve gotten these past few days! i promise i’m working on them, it will just take some time. thank you guys for the patience and support <3
also i loved these request bc i saw beabadoobee on tour and remember thinking that her songs definitely matched wallows vibes lol
I want to please you | DOM!DYLAN MINNETTE X FEM!READER
synopsis: you need to get the stress out of him...
warning: SMUT! p in v, unprotected sex, dom!dylan, thumb sucking.
author's note: FUCKKKK. a lot of people asked me for this and it took me way too long to develop it. i'm sorry because I know it's not my best piece of art, i'm still trying to improve. !!
wordcount: 10.8k
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The door closed softly behind Dylan, the sound echoing through the room, causing a quickening of the heartbeat in your chest. You knew what it meant: his day had been long, exhausting, and now he just wanted to get away from it all. You’d seen him arrive before, exhaustion etched on his face, but this time, the tension was palpable, as if all the stress of the week had been piled on his shoulders.
You watched him from the couch, your body already prepared for what was to come. He walked over to you, his blue eyes darker, heavy with silent need. Dylan let out a deep sigh, tossing his keys on the table without even looking at you. He plopped down on the corner of the couch, the leather of his jacket creaking as he slid it down his arms and tossed it aside.
“This week has been crazy,” he muttered, bringing a hand to his face. “I can’t keep going like this. Work is driving me crazy.”
His voice was low, and though he tried to sound calm, you could feel the weight of each word. There was something in his tone that turned you on, a mix of frustration and desire that was reflected in his tense posture. You wanted to relieve him, to make him forget about everything, even if it was just for tonight.
Your eyes followed him, and when he looked at you for the first time, you felt a rush of heat run through your body. You knew what he was asking for, and you bit your lip, trying to control the anticipation that was already taking over you.
“Come here,” he said softly, his hand coming up to brush your cheek.
You leaned into him, your heart racing as you moved closer. His thumb caressed your skin, and then, without another word, he brought it to your lips. You knew what he wanted. He didn’t need to ask out loud. You opened your mouth, allowing his thumb to slowly enter. The first touch of your tongue against his skin made you shiver. The taste of him, the heat, was exactly what you needed.
Your tongue ran slowly and deliberately over his thumb, tasting every inch as you sucked gently. Your lips closed around his finger, and the heat in your belly grew, a dull throb that echoed with every movement you made. Every time your tongue brushed his skin, you could feel his breathing getting a little heavier, though he tried to remain calm, watching the TV as if nothing was happening.
Dylan was relaxed, his head resting on the back of the couch, but his eyes followed you out of the corner of his eye. You knew that, although he seemed distracted, his attention was completely on you, on the way you sucked on his thumb, on how your lips slid wet and soft over his skin. You focused on the act, on the feeling of having something of his between your lips, on the way it made you feel more connected to him.
Time passed, and the heat in your body continued to grow. Every time you moved your tongue, a small moan escaped your lips, almost inaudible, but there, marking your surrender. Saliva began to pool in your mouth, and though you tried to control it, you soon felt it begin to drip, slipping down his thumb and onto the couch.
You didn’t care. You were completely absorbed in the moment, in the feeling of being at his mercy, in pleasing him. The world outside of that couch ceased to exist, and all that mattered was him, and the way he made you feel just by being so close to him.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Dylan moved his hand, removing his thumb from your mouth slowly. The wetness of your saliva glistened on his skin as he took in the mess you had made. His gaze lowered to the couch, where a small smear of saliva marked the spot where you had leaned in. You held your breath, knowing he had noticed.
“What is this?” he asked, his voice low but with clear intent behind it.
Your body tensed at his tone. You knew what was coming, and part of you was looking forward to it. Your cheeks heated, and your eyes dropped, following his gaze to the stain you had left behind. You didn’t know what to say, only that you had lost control, giving yourself over completely to this moment.
“I told you to be careful,” he murmured, his voice still soft, but firm. It wasn’t a real reprimand, but there was a clear warning in his tone.
Before you could respond, he took you by the waist and lifted you firmly, placing you on his lap. You felt the heat of his body beneath yours, and a shiver ran down your spine as he adjusted you, making sure you were completely under his control. You felt vulnerable, but that vulnerability only added to the intensity of the moment.
His hands slid to your hips, adjusting you on his lap as he held you still. His lips brushed your ear, his warm breath sending waves of desire through your body.
"You know what happens when you're not careful, right?" he whispered, his tone low, heavy with expectation.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice shaking slightly. You couldn’t hide the tremor in your words, a mix of nervousness and desire that ran from your stomach to the base of your spine.
“Sorry isn’t enough,” he said, a dangerous calm in his tone. His fingers slowly moved up your jaw, holding you gently but firmly, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes. “You have to learn to control yourself.”
You shivered under his gaze, feeling the control slipping completely from your hands. You were at his mercy, and that realization made you feel more alive, more aware of every little touch, every shared breath. Dylan leaned you in close, his lips so close to yours you could feel his hot breath, but he didn’t kiss you right away.
“Tell me what you need,” he said in a whisper, his low tone echoing in your ear like a soft command.
“I want to please you,” you replied, your voice shaking with desire. You knew that every word you said brought him closer to what you both wanted.
His lips finally found yours, deep, firm, and filled with all the control he had maintained up until that moment. The kiss left you breathless, and as his hands began to move over your body, you felt every inch of you respond to his touch, to his dominance.
Dylan stared at you intently, his blue eyes shining with a desire he could no longer contain. He held you firmly in his lap, his breathing heavy and his chest rising and falling with each quickening heartbeat. You knew what was going to happen, you felt it in the way his hands gripped your hips, controlling your every move. His control was absolute, but you also felt him vulnerable, given over to this moment as much as you were.
With a slow, determined movement, he guided you along, positioning you right above him. The heat between the two of you was almost overwhelming, and the air in the room seemed to charge with electricity. Your bodies aligned perfectly, and you could feel the tension building between the two of you about to explode.
“Relax,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear, his voice low and full of promise.
You shuddered at the contact, closing your eyes as you focused on every sensation. The moment you connected with him was gentle, but full of intensity. You felt Dylan plunge into you with a mix of slowness and firmness, the heat of his body invading yours in a way that made you arch your back. A moan escaped your lips, as he let out a stifled growl, feeling how you two fit together perfectly.
Every movement of his was measured, controlled, but at the same time filled with a desire he couldn’t repress anymore. His hands on your hips kept you in place as you moved to the rhythm he set, each breath synchronized with his, each sensation intensifying as you sank deeper into the moment.
The rhythm between the two of you quickened, and the heat grew, enveloping you in a feeling of absolute fullness. You could feel every part of him, and the way you clung to his body made you lose yourself even more in the connection you shared. The room seemed to fade away, and the world narrowed to those moments, to the caresses, the whispers, and the moans that filled the air.
Finally, when the climax came, it was like a wave that swept the two of you away. You felt complete, vulnerable, and strong at the same time, as he held you tighter, as if he didn’t want to let you go. Both of your bodies shook, and the air around you filled with the heavy satisfaction of what you had just shared.
Dylan held you gently, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He let you fall against his chest, his arms wrapping around you as you both let yourself drift away in exhaustion and satisfaction.
“That was just what I needed,” he murmured, his lips brushing your forehead in a gesture of tenderness.
You smiled against his skin, feeling the ease he had finally found in you, and you in him.
