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HEAD OVER FEET | Beau Maxwell

Summary: For a girls first date, there’s no one she would have rather gone out with than Beau Maxwell.

Pairing: Beau Maxwell x Inexperienced!Reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff!! Some first date jitters and minor talk about a deceased family member. Beau is such a cutie pie.

Authors Notes: Welcome back Inexperienced!Reader! You guys loved her so much that I decided to write a part two to She’s Lost Control! I hope you guys love this one even half as much.

The room was old fashioned, the bed adorned in a hand stitched quilt. But the decorations were truly her own: the picture frames on the dresser, the pictures tacked to the cork board covered in castaway floral fabric. The books filling the heavy oak shelf.

Hannah sat on her bed, cheering her own as she held up different dresses in the mirror. It was her first date with Beau Maxwell, and her first date in general.

No pressure, right?

“Go with the long denim one.” Hannah insisted. “It makes you look angelic. And it makes your boobs look good.”

She laughed as she hung up the other dress, ducking behind the paper screen in her room to change into the long denim dress.

She stepped out from the screen, doing a little twirl for Hannah.

“I have to send pictures to Allie.” Hannah squealed, clapping her hands. “Beaus gonna love it.”

“I hope so.” She sighed. “Hannah, let’s face it, I’m a virgin at twenty-one, I live with my elderly grandfather and my highest level of education is community college.”

“You’re a catch, YN. You live with your grandfather because you have a big heart and didn’t want him to be left alone when your grandmother died, and you’ve already got a job offer waiting for when classes finish.”

“I notice you didn’t say anything about the virgin thing.” She pointed out, brushing her hair in front of the mirrored closet doors.

“I was a virgin until Garrett.” Hannah pointed out. “You just had other priorities.”

She frowned, throwing her hairbrush down on the bed. “Ugh, Hannah, I can’t do this!”

Hannah shook her head, getting off the bed to grasp both of YN’s hands in hers. “Yes you can.” She insisted. “Garrett said that Beau is a really good guy. You’re young and you’re hot, and so is Beau!”

Hannah grabbed YN’s car keys from the dresser, pressing them into her palm. “Here’s something that Garrett said to me. You’re the real catch. So act like it.”

The two girls headed down the grand staircase, and YN ducked into the living room to say goodbye to her grandfather, who was watching Premier League soccer with a pint of Guinness in his hand.

“I’m heading out, Papa.” She came up behind the recliner, pulling him in for a hug. “Garett is picking Hannah up across the street.”

Hannah had become as much a part of the family as YN was. She’d spent numerous weekends and holidays at the townhouse, especially during major holidays where she didn’t want to go back to Indiana. It was part of YN’s plan to make sure that her grieving grandfather didn’t spend too much time alone.

Her grandfather turned around in the chair. “Hannah, you know Garrett can pick you up at the house. You don’t have to walk to the plaza.”

Hannah laughed, kissing the side of his head. “I’ll be fine, Mr. McIsaac. Thank you for having me.”

“You know you’re welcome here any time.”

The two girls exited the front door, heading down the front steps to the driveway. After YN’s grandmother had died, her mom worried about him staying in his big house by himself, and out in the middle of nowhere to boot. So, when he downsized and moved to Hastings, and YN couldn’t afford rent in her college housing building, it was only logical that she moved in with him.

Her grandfathers Kia Soul was parked in the one-car driveway, YN’s ten year old Golf parked in a space around the corner that she rented from the condo corporation while she was staying at the house.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride?” She asked Hannah again as they approached the car. “It’s no hassle.”

Hannah shook her head, pulling YN in for a hug. “Garrett’s already here. Good luck. Be yourself. And call me when you get home.”

She hooked up her phone to the stereo, pulling up the patchy Volkswagen map for directions as to where she was supposed to meet Beau. She pulled into the parking lot of the small park, trying to decipher if she needed to pay for parking or not, when Beau knocked on her window.

She jumped, almost dropping her phone.

“Beau! What the hell, dude?”

“Sorry.” Beau blushed. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I don’t know what should concern me more: the volume at which you were listening to your music, or the fact that you’re listening to Velvet Revolver that loudly.”

She laughed, turning the music down. “Hard rock calms me.”

“You’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met.”

Beau opened her car door, helping her out and paying for her parking before leading her further into the park. He had set up a gingham picnic blanket, small cartons of individually wrapped grocery store sandwiches arranged around plastic flowers on the middle.

“Oh, Beau.” Her stomach was doing somersaults as they sat down on the blanket.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you. I thought you might prefer something lowkey and low stakes.” Beau said nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve got sandwiches, and sodas and some LEGO flowers for us to build while we talk.”

She felt a flush rising on her neck as Beau reached for a cooler, opening it reveal every flavor of OliPop she could have imagined.

“I didn’t know which one you wanted. So I got all of them. Cost me a damn fortune.”

She laughed, reaching for the cooler. “I’ve never had OliPop before.”

“So try each one. See, I’m a genius. What do you want to do first? Food or LEGO?”

“Food.” She didn’t realize how hungry she was. She had been so nervous all morning that she couldn’t eat, and now she was feeling it. She reached for one of the chicken and bacon sandwiches, carefully peeling the wrapper open.

“So,” Beau asked, popping open a root beer. “What do you study?”

She groaned, hiding her face. “You’re going to laugh.”

“No I’m not!” Beau insisted. “I’m genuinely curious. You know I play varsity football. But did you know I’m majoring in history?”

“History?” She gaped with a small laugh. “You couldn’t have picked something useful?”

Beau shrugged. The way he draped himself across the picnic blanket was distracting, and frankly should have been considered public indecency. “Hey, it’s interesting. And when you’re a football player, things like practicality don’t really matter.”

“Criminal justice.” She answered the original question. “A three year program at the college next to Briar. We share some of the same facilities, but none of my classes were ever on the Briar side. It was really interesting, and I actually have a job lined up back home to work as a civilian in the police department. Body camera footage analysis, records, that kind of stuff.”

Beau’s eyes widened. “That sounds absolutely fucking fascinating. Where’s back home?”

“Cottage country. About an hour and a half from here. I used to live with Allie and Hannah, but then one of my grandparents died and my grandad downsized, moved to Hastings. It made more sense to move in with him. We didn’t want him to be on his own.”

“That’s good of you. I don’t know many people that would have done that.”

“And I regret it every time I try to do homework and he’s in the living room shouting at the tv because Manchester United are losing.”

Sandwiches finished, Beau held up the LEGO box. “Now, there’s over a thousand pieces here. Do you think we can handle this?”

She grinned. “Hell yeah we can.”

As it turns out, building LEGO roses on a picnic blanket is harder than it looks. Every time they dropped a piece, it would bounce into the damp grass, and they would have to go digging for it.

She really liked Beau. She liked how calm she felt around him, and how he made her laugh. Of course, it helped that she found him devilishly handsome.

The sky was cloudy and overcast, and when the first drops of rain fell, they initially ignored it, continuing to build the pale pink LEGO roses. But when the rain started to fall quicker and heavier, Beau wasted no time in offering up his football letterman jacket for her to use as a shield from the rain, bundling everything up in the picnic blankets as they ran towards his car. He unlocked the trunk, and they squeezed into the cavernous trunk of the SUV.

“You drive a Land Rover?” She shouted as they squeezed in. “Not fair.”

Beau shrugged. “It’s six years old.”

“Still a Land Rover, and still newer than my car.”

“I love your car. It’s like someone took your personality and crammed it into a hatchback.”

She burst out laughing as the rain continued to pelt the car. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Of course it does.” Beaus face was covered in water and his hair was stuck to his forehead. “I’m sorry we got rained out.”

“It’s not your fault.” She reminded him. “And it’s been pretty damn great so far.”

Beau smiled shyly, reaching for her hand. “I’m glad.”

In the cozy trunk space of the Land Rover, she leaned over the bundled up picnic blanket, softly and slowly pressing her lips to Beau’s. He smiled as he kissed her back, a little bit deeper than her kiss, which was barely a brush of the lips, his hands reassuringly moving to rest at her waist. Not gripping, not grabbing. No pressure, just resting there over her dress.

God, it would be so easy to fall for Beau Maxwell. And now, she wasn’t sure she minded. In fact, falling for Beau Maxwell could be the best thing that ever happened to her.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

I do not write to be the greatest writer out there. I write because...

I LIKE it

someone else might LIKE it

it is FUN to do

I get those THOUGHTS out of my head

it's fun to look BACK on

have I mentioned it's FUN?

it's CATHARTIC

it's nice to see what I CAN DO

And also because I just like it.

[lovelytsunoda]

HEAD OVER FEET | Beau Maxwell

Summary: For a girls first date, there’s no one she would have rather gone out with than Beau Maxwell.

Pairing: Beau Maxwell x Inexperienced!Reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff!! Some first date jitters and minor talk about a deceased family member. Beau is such a cutie pie.

Authors Notes: Welcome back Inexperienced!Reader! You guys loved her so much that I decided to write a part two to She’s Lost Control! I hope you guys love this one even half as much.

The room was old fashioned, the bed adorned in a hand stitched quilt. But the decorations were truly her own: the picture frames on the dresser, the pictures tacked to the cork board covered in castaway floral fabric. The books filling the heavy oak shelf.

Hannah sat on her bed, cheering her own as she held up different dresses in the mirror. It was her first date with Beau Maxwell, and her first date in general.

No pressure, right?

“Go with the long denim one.” Hannah insisted. “It makes you look angelic. And it makes your boobs look good.”

She laughed as she hung up the other dress, ducking behind the paper screen in her room to change into the long denim dress.

She stepped out from the screen, doing a little twirl for Hannah.

“I have to send pictures to Allie.” Hannah squealed, clapping her hands. “Beaus gonna love it.”

“I hope so.” She sighed. “Hannah, let’s face it, I’m a virgin at twenty-one, I live with my elderly grandfather and my highest level of education is community college.”

“You’re a catch, YN. You live with your grandfather because you have a big heart and didn’t want him to be left alone when your grandmother died, and you’ve already got a job offer waiting for when classes finish.”

“I notice you didn’t say anything about the virgin thing.” She pointed out, brushing her hair in front of the mirrored closet doors.

“I was a virgin until Garrett.” Hannah pointed out. “You just had other priorities.”

She frowned, throwing her hairbrush down on the bed. “Ugh, Hannah, I can’t do this!”

Hannah shook her head, getting off the bed to grasp both of YN’s hands in hers. “Yes you can.” She insisted. “Garrett said that Beau is a really good guy. You’re young and you’re hot, and so is Beau!”

Hannah grabbed YN’s car keys from the dresser, pressing them into her palm. “Here’s something that Garrett said to me. You’re the real catch. So act like it.”

The two girls headed down the grand staircase, and YN ducked into the living room to say goodbye to her grandfather, who was watching Premier League soccer with a pint of Guinness in his hand.

“I’m heading out, Papa.” She came up behind the recliner, pulling him in for a hug. “Garett is picking Hannah up across the street.”

Hannah had become as much a part of the family as YN was. She’d spent numerous weekends and holidays at the townhouse, especially during major holidays where she didn’t want to go back to Indiana. It was part of YN’s plan to make sure that her grieving grandfather didn’t spend too much time alone.

Her grandfather turned around in the chair. “Hannah, you know Garrett can pick you up at the house. You don’t have to walk to the plaza.”

Hannah laughed, kissing the side of his head. “I’ll be fine, Mr. McIsaac. Thank you for having me.”

“You know you’re welcome here any time.”

The two girls exited the front door, heading down the front steps to the driveway. After YN’s grandmother had died, her mom worried about him staying in his big house by himself, and out in the middle of nowhere to boot. So, when he downsized and moved to Hastings, and YN couldn’t afford rent in her college housing building, it was only logical that she moved in with him.

Her grandfathers Kia Soul was parked in the one-car driveway, YN’s ten year old Golf parked in a space around the corner that she rented from the condo corporation while she was staying at the house.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride?” She asked Hannah again as they approached the car. “It’s no hassle.”

Hannah shook her head, pulling YN in for a hug. “Garrett’s already here. Good luck. Be yourself. And call me when you get home.”

She hooked up her phone to the stereo, pulling up the patchy Volkswagen map for directions as to where she was supposed to meet Beau. She pulled into the parking lot of the small park, trying to decipher if she needed to pay for parking or not, when Beau knocked on her window.

She jumped, almost dropping her phone.

“Beau! What the hell, dude?”

“Sorry.” Beau blushed. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I don’t know what should concern me more: the volume at which you were listening to your music, or the fact that you’re listening to Velvet Revolver that loudly.”

She laughed, turning the music down. “Hard rock calms me.”

“You’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met.”

Beau opened her car door, helping her out and paying for her parking before leading her further into the park. He had set up a gingham picnic blanket, small cartons of individually wrapped grocery store sandwiches arranged around plastic flowers on the middle.

“Oh, Beau.” Her stomach was doing somersaults as they sat down on the blanket.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you. I thought you might prefer something lowkey and low stakes.” Beau said nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve got sandwiches, and sodas and some LEGO flowers for us to build while we talk.”

She felt a flush rising on her neck as Beau reached for a cooler, opening it reveal every flavor of OliPop she could have imagined.

“I didn’t know which one you wanted. So I got all of them. Cost me a damn fortune.”

She laughed, reaching for the cooler. “I’ve never had OliPop before.”

“So try each one. See, I’m a genius. What do you want to do first? Food or LEGO?”

“Food.” She didn’t realize how hungry she was. She had been so nervous all morning that she couldn’t eat, and now she was feeling it. She reached for one of the chicken and bacon sandwiches, carefully peeling the wrapper open.

“So,” Beau asked, popping open a root beer. “What do you study?”

She groaned, hiding her face. “You’re going to laugh.”

“No I’m not!” Beau insisted. “I’m genuinely curious. You know I play varsity football. But did you know I’m majoring in history?”

“History?” She gaped with a small laugh. “You couldn’t have picked something useful?”

Beau shrugged. The way he draped himself across the picnic blanket was distracting, and frankly should have been considered public indecency. “Hey, it’s interesting. And when you’re a football player, things like practicality don’t really matter.”

“Criminal justice.” She answered the original question. “A three year program at the college next to Briar. We share some of the same facilities, but none of my classes were ever on the Briar side. It was really interesting, and I actually have a job lined up back home to work as a civilian in the police department. Body camera footage analysis, records, that kind of stuff.”

Beau’s eyes widened. “That sounds absolutely fucking fascinating. Where’s back home?”

“Cottage country. About an hour and a half from here. I used to live with Allie and Hannah, but then one of my grandparents died and my grandad downsized, moved to Hastings. It made more sense to move in with him. We didn’t want him to be on his own.”

“That’s good of you. I don’t know many people that would have done that.”

“And I regret it every time I try to do homework and he’s in the living room shouting at the tv because Manchester United are losing.”

Sandwiches finished, Beau held up the LEGO box. “Now, there’s over a thousand pieces here. Do you think we can handle this?”

She grinned. “Hell yeah we can.”

As it turns out, building LEGO roses on a picnic blanket is harder than it looks. Every time they dropped a piece, it would bounce into the damp grass, and they would have to go digging for it.

She really liked Beau. She liked how calm she felt around him, and how he made her laugh. Of course, it helped that she found him devilishly handsome.

The sky was cloudy and overcast, and when the first drops of rain fell, they initially ignored it, continuing to build the pale pink LEGO roses. But when the rain started to fall quicker and heavier, Beau wasted no time in offering up his football letterman jacket for her to use as a shield from the rain, bundling everything up in the picnic blankets as they ran towards his car. He unlocked the trunk, and they squeezed into the cavernous trunk of the SUV.

“You drive a Land Rover?” She shouted as they squeezed in. “Not fair.”

Beau shrugged. “It’s six years old.”

“Still a Land Rover, and still newer than my car.”

“I love your car. It’s like someone took your personality and crammed it into a hatchback.”

She burst out laughing as the rain continued to pelt the car. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Of course it does.” Beaus face was covered in water and his hair was stuck to his forehead. “I’m sorry we got rained out.”

“It’s not your fault.” She reminded him. “And it’s been pretty damn great so far.”

Beau smiled shyly, reaching for her hand. “I’m glad.”

In the cozy trunk space of the Land Rover, she leaned over the bundled up picnic blanket, softly and slowly pressing her lips to Beau’s. He smiled as he kissed her back, a little bit deeper than her kiss, which was barely a brush of the lips, his hands reassuringly moving to rest at her waist. Not gripping, not grabbing. No pressure, just resting there over her dress.

God, it would be so easy to fall for Beau Maxwell. And now, she wasn’t sure she minded. In fact, falling for Beau Maxwell could be the best thing that ever happened to her.

[lovelytsunoda]

OFF CAMPUS MASTERLIST!

GARRETT GRAHAM

dumbest girl in the world

f the prom

DEAN DI LAURENTIS

dancing with myself

her aura was blue

red right hand (series)

JOHN LOGAN

no hard feelings

JOHN TUCKER

paralegal!reader

until the sun explodes

highway tune

lay your hands on me

the burnout

heaven sent

my body ft your lips

hotel flamingo

don’t look back in anger (blurb)

BEAU MAXWELL

she’s lost control

when someone asks me who’s my favourite batman, I’ll think of you and say christian bale

head over feet

JUSTIN KOHL

guitarists do it deeper

[ririsaltar]

✮ Dean doesn't fit in you after a week away :< !

“ow.”

“i haven’t even put it in yet.”

“then why does it already hurt?” you pout.

you’re flat on your back, legs hiked up, hands gripping the sheets like you’re about to be launched into orbit. dean is between your thighs, hovering on his elbows, his chest still heaving from the five minutes of frantic kissing that got you here. he’s golden all over—tanned skin, sweat-slick shoulders, that stupidly perfect hair already falling into his eyes. and his dick. hard. thick. pressing against your entrance like it’s trying to negotiate entry.

you haven’t done this in a week. not ‘cause anything’s wrong. he just had a match, a week long one. and now he’s here. saturday morning, sun bleeding through the curtains just right and he’s got that look in his eyes. the one that says: 

‘i’ve-been-thinking-about-this-for-seven-straight-days’

except.

it doesn’t fit.

“did you get bigger?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

he blinks down at you. “what, like my dick went to the gym while i was gone?”

you smack his shoulder. “i’m serious! it never felt like a fucking pillar before.”

“maybe your pussy got shy. it missed me. it’s clamping up like a clam.”

“maybe your ego expanded so much it pushed all the blood flow south.”

he grins, slow and lazy, and kisses your collarbone. “god i missed you.”

you soften,smile curling your lips again. “i missed you too. just not...like this. impaled on a pillar.”

he snorts, then drops his forehead to your chest, groaning dramatically.

“this is tragic. my girl can’t take my dick anymore. how will we survive.”

“we could just cuddle. like normal people.”

he lifts his head, scandalised. “cuddle? baby.  fuck no. i literally flew nine hours. i ate airplane pasta for you. you can’t take this from me.”

you burst out laughing. “what? what does airplane pasta have to do with anything?”

“everything. it was ass. i suffered. now i need my reward.”

you wipe your eyes, still laughing softly. “you’re so dramatic.”

but then you look at him proper – messy hair, pink cheeks, that sharp jawline, the way his eyes are soft even when he’s teasing. and you want him. even if it hurts a little. even if you’re tight and out of practice and your body forgot how to relax around him.

you bite your lip. “what if...we just leave it in. for a bit.”

his eyebrows shoot up. “you mean cockwarming?”

you roll your eyes. “don’t make it weird.”

“you want to sit on my dick like a lil’ space heater. say it.”

“dean.”

“fine, fine.”

he laughs, but he obliges. slowly – agonisingly slowly – he pushes in just the tip. then a little more. you hiss, and he stops immediately, his voice dropping soft.

“you okay?”

you nod, breathless. “just....thick. too thick. you’re like a freaking light post.”

he snickers. “and you’re a stale croissant. tight and unyielding.”

“that’s not sexy.”

“you’re not sexy.”

“take it back.”

“no.”

but then he leans down and kisses your forehead with a loud smooch. his hand comes up to stroke your hair, fingers threading through the tangles. and he doesn’t move – not a single thrust – just stays there, buried inside you to the hilt, his weight a warm, solid pressure.

“this is kinda nice,” you whisper.

“i know. you’re warm. like a little oven.”

you flick his forehead, but you’re smiling. his eyes are closed, his breathing evening out. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he hums, content.

you fall asleep like that – him still inside, you curled around him, both of you finally still. and when you wake up the next morning?

oh yup.

it fits juuuuuust fine now.

© ririsaltar

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💌: you can't convince me dean would not call you a stale croissant.

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HEAD OVER FEET | Beau Maxwell

Summary: For a girls first date, there’s no one she would have rather gone out with than Beau Maxwell.

Pairing: Beau Maxwell x Inexperienced!Reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff!! Some first date jitters and minor talk about a deceased family member. Beau is such a cutie pie.

Authors Notes: Welcome back Inexperienced!Reader! You guys loved her so much that I decided to write a part two to She’s Lost Control! I hope you guys love this one even half as much.

The room was old fashioned, the bed adorned in a hand stitched quilt. But the decorations were truly her own: the picture frames on the dresser, the pictures tacked to the cork board covered in castaway floral fabric. The books filling the heavy oak shelf.

Hannah sat on her bed, cheering her own as she held up different dresses in the mirror. It was her first date with Beau Maxwell, and her first date in general.

No pressure, right?

“Go with the long denim one.” Hannah insisted. “It makes you look angelic. And it makes your boobs look good.”

She laughed as she hung up the other dress, ducking behind the paper screen in her room to change into the long denim dress.

She stepped out from the screen, doing a little twirl for Hannah.

“I have to send pictures to Allie.” Hannah squealed, clapping her hands. “Beaus gonna love it.”

“I hope so.” She sighed. “Hannah, let’s face it, I’m a virgin at twenty-one, I live with my elderly grandfather and my highest level of education is community college.”

“You’re a catch, YN. You live with your grandfather because you have a big heart and didn’t want him to be left alone when your grandmother died, and you’ve already got a job offer waiting for when classes finish.”

“I notice you didn’t say anything about the virgin thing.” She pointed out, brushing her hair in front of the mirrored closet doors.

“I was a virgin until Garrett.” Hannah pointed out. “You just had other priorities.”

She frowned, throwing her hairbrush down on the bed. “Ugh, Hannah, I can’t do this!”

Hannah shook her head, getting off the bed to grasp both of YN’s hands in hers. “Yes you can.” She insisted. “Garrett said that Beau is a really good guy. You’re young and you’re hot, and so is Beau!”

Hannah grabbed YN’s car keys from the dresser, pressing them into her palm. “Here’s something that Garrett said to me. You’re the real catch. So act like it.”

The two girls headed down the grand staircase, and YN ducked into the living room to say goodbye to her grandfather, who was watching Premier League soccer with a pint of Guinness in his hand.

“I’m heading out, Papa.” She came up behind the recliner, pulling him in for a hug. “Garett is picking Hannah up across the street.”

Hannah had become as much a part of the family as YN was. She’d spent numerous weekends and holidays at the townhouse, especially during major holidays where she didn’t want to go back to Indiana. It was part of YN’s plan to make sure that her grieving grandfather didn’t spend too much time alone.

Her grandfather turned around in the chair. “Hannah, you know Garrett can pick you up at the house. You don’t have to walk to the plaza.”

Hannah laughed, kissing the side of his head. “I’ll be fine, Mr. McIsaac. Thank you for having me.”

“You know you’re welcome here any time.”

The two girls exited the front door, heading down the front steps to the driveway. After YN’s grandmother had died, her mom worried about him staying in his big house by himself, and out in the middle of nowhere to boot. So, when he downsized and moved to Hastings, and YN couldn’t afford rent in her college housing building, it was only logical that she moved in with him.

Her grandfathers Kia Soul was parked in the one-car driveway, YN’s ten year old Golf parked in a space around the corner that she rented from the condo corporation while she was staying at the house.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride?” She asked Hannah again as they approached the car. “It’s no hassle.”

Hannah shook her head, pulling YN in for a hug. “Garrett’s already here. Good luck. Be yourself. And call me when you get home.”

She hooked up her phone to the stereo, pulling up the patchy Volkswagen map for directions as to where she was supposed to meet Beau. She pulled into the parking lot of the small park, trying to decipher if she needed to pay for parking or not, when Beau knocked on her window.

She jumped, almost dropping her phone.

“Beau! What the hell, dude?”

“Sorry.” Beau blushed. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I don’t know what should concern me more: the volume at which you were listening to your music, or the fact that you’re listening to Velvet Revolver that loudly.”

She laughed, turning the music down. “Hard rock calms me.”

“You’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met.”

Beau opened her car door, helping her out and paying for her parking before leading her further into the park. He had set up a gingham picnic blanket, small cartons of individually wrapped grocery store sandwiches arranged around plastic flowers on the middle.

“Oh, Beau.” Her stomach was doing somersaults as they sat down on the blanket.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you. I thought you might prefer something lowkey and low stakes.” Beau said nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve got sandwiches, and sodas and some LEGO flowers for us to build while we talk.”

She felt a flush rising on her neck as Beau reached for a cooler, opening it reveal every flavor of OliPop she could have imagined.

“I didn’t know which one you wanted. So I got all of them. Cost me a damn fortune.”

She laughed, reaching for the cooler. “I’ve never had OliPop before.”

“So try each one. See, I’m a genius. What do you want to do first? Food or LEGO?”

“Food.” She didn’t realize how hungry she was. She had been so nervous all morning that she couldn’t eat, and now she was feeling it. She reached for one of the chicken and bacon sandwiches, carefully peeling the wrapper open.

“So,” Beau asked, popping open a root beer. “What do you study?”

She groaned, hiding her face. “You’re going to laugh.”

“No I’m not!” Beau insisted. “I’m genuinely curious. You know I play varsity football. But did you know I’m majoring in history?”

“History?” She gaped with a small laugh. “You couldn’t have picked something useful?”

Beau shrugged. The way he draped himself across the picnic blanket was distracting, and frankly should have been considered public indecency. “Hey, it’s interesting. And when you’re a football player, things like practicality don’t really matter.”

“Criminal justice.” She answered the original question. “A three year program at the college next to Briar. We share some of the same facilities, but none of my classes were ever on the Briar side. It was really interesting, and I actually have a job lined up back home to work as a civilian in the police department. Body camera footage analysis, records, that kind of stuff.”

Beau’s eyes widened. “That sounds absolutely fucking fascinating. Where’s back home?”

“Cottage country. About an hour and a half from here. I used to live with Allie and Hannah, but then one of my grandparents died and my grandad downsized, moved to Hastings. It made more sense to move in with him. We didn’t want him to be on his own.”

“That’s good of you. I don’t know many people that would have done that.”

“And I regret it every time I try to do homework and he’s in the living room shouting at the tv because Manchester United are losing.”

Sandwiches finished, Beau held up the LEGO box. “Now, there’s over a thousand pieces here. Do you think we can handle this?”

She grinned. “Hell yeah we can.”

As it turns out, building LEGO roses on a picnic blanket is harder than it looks. Every time they dropped a piece, it would bounce into the damp grass, and they would have to go digging for it.

She really liked Beau. She liked how calm she felt around him, and how he made her laugh. Of course, it helped that she found him devilishly handsome.

The sky was cloudy and overcast, and when the first drops of rain fell, they initially ignored it, continuing to build the pale pink LEGO roses. But when the rain started to fall quicker and heavier, Beau wasted no time in offering up his football letterman jacket for her to use as a shield from the rain, bundling everything up in the picnic blankets as they ran towards his car. He unlocked the trunk, and they squeezed into the cavernous trunk of the SUV.

“You drive a Land Rover?” She shouted as they squeezed in. “Not fair.”

Beau shrugged. “It’s six years old.”

“Still a Land Rover, and still newer than my car.”

“I love your car. It’s like someone took your personality and crammed it into a hatchback.”

She burst out laughing as the rain continued to pelt the car. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Of course it does.” Beaus face was covered in water and his hair was stuck to his forehead. “I’m sorry we got rained out.”

“It’s not your fault.” She reminded him. “And it’s been pretty damn great so far.”

Beau smiled shyly, reaching for her hand. “I’m glad.”

In the cozy trunk space of the Land Rover, she leaned over the bundled up picnic blanket, softly and slowly pressing her lips to Beau’s. He smiled as he kissed her back, a little bit deeper than her kiss, which was barely a brush of the lips, his hands reassuringly moving to rest at her waist. Not gripping, not grabbing. No pressure, just resting there over her dress.

God, it would be so easy to fall for Beau Maxwell. And now, she wasn’t sure she minded. In fact, falling for Beau Maxwell could be the best thing that ever happened to her.

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DON’T LOOK BACK IN ANGER: A John Tucker x Paralegal!Reader blurb!!

For what he knew the tickets cost, he really should have been paying more attention to the stage. From where they were standing, the stage was barely visible.

Fenway Park was packed, and as general admission ticket holders, John and YN had spent hours lined up outside the venue. She had even taken the day off work just to get there early and look at the pop up merch shop.

John Tucker had never gotten the Oasis hype. Sure, he could slam a drunken Wonderwall sing along at Malone’s, and he knew some of the words to Slide Away, but he was more of a grunge and country rock guy himself.

But his girlfriend loved the Gallaghers, and that was what mattered. That was why they were here.

She’d never thought she’d get to see Oasis. Their breakup had been the stuff of legend. So when the 2025 reunion tour had been announced, she had to get tickets.

She didn’t expect on having a steady boyfriend by then.

Tucker watched her throw her hair back and forth as she screamed the words, looking radiant under the stadium lights.

Her eyes looked misty, almost like she was holding back tears. She cheered when the song finished, and John reached reassuringly for her hand.

“You alright?”

“More than alright!” She laughed. “I’m at a fucking Oasis concert!”

When the next song, one he recognized as Don’t Look Back In Anger began to play, the first ear began to fall down her makeup-streaked cheek. He watched her stand on her tiptoes to try and see the stage.

“Get on my shoulders.” He offered, crouching down and offering his shoulders for her sit on. He lifted her body as if she weighed nothing, hefting her above the crowd so she could see the stage properly.

“So, Sally can wait, you know it’s too late as you walk on by!”

Tucker looked up at her in wonder. At the joy on her face an emotion in her voice as she waved her phone camera, her frame dwarfed by the overpriced tour shirt she was wearing. Her fingers gently played with his hair, and he thought that he might have found a new favourite song.

“Please don’t put your life in the hands, of a rock and roll band, and throw it all away!”

He felt so content, and wished that he could have lived in that moment forever, frozen in time like a snow globe.

He was already mentally planning what concert he was going to take her to next. Tucker wanted to see Econoline Crush, but wasn’t sure he’d be able to get on board. But it didn’t matter who they went to go and see, as long as she was there with him.

“So don’t look back in anger, I heard you say!”

[cactusjuzereads]

Ugh I love them sm

[lovelytsunoda]

So do I 🥺🥺 they’re my favourite pairing to write. So many of her experiences are based on my own, or on things I’d like to experience one day, so I hold her very near and dear to my heart.

[eightiesgalaxy]

Bonnie Tyler 1951-2026 RIP

[lovelytsunoda]

DON’T LOOK BACK IN ANGER: A John Tucker x Paralegal!Reader blurb!!

For what he knew the tickets cost, he really should have been paying more attention to the stage. From where they were standing, the stage was barely visible.

Fenway Park was packed, and as general admission ticket holders, John and YN had spent hours lined up outside the venue. She had even taken the day off work just to get there early and look at the pop up merch shop.

John Tucker had never gotten the Oasis hype. Sure, he could slam a drunken Wonderwall sing along at Malone’s, and he knew some of the words to Slide Away, but he was more of a grunge and country rock guy himself.

But his girlfriend loved the Gallaghers, and that was what mattered. That was why they were here.

She’d never thought she’d get to see Oasis. Their breakup had been the stuff of legend. So when the 2025 reunion tour had been announced, she had to get tickets.

She didn’t expect on having a steady boyfriend by then.

Tucker watched her throw her hair back and forth as she screamed the words, looking radiant under the stadium lights.

Her eyes looked misty, almost like she was holding back tears. She cheered when the song finished, and John reached reassuringly for her hand.

“You alright?”

“More than alright!” She laughed. “I’m at a fucking Oasis concert!”

When the next song, one he recognized as Don’t Look Back In Anger began to play, the first ear began to fall down her makeup-streaked cheek. He watched her stand on her tiptoes to try and see the stage.

“Get on my shoulders.” He offered, crouching down and offering his shoulders for her sit on. He lifted her body as if she weighed nothing, hefting her above the crowd so she could see the stage properly.

“So, Sally can wait, you know it’s too late as you walk on by!”

Tucker looked up at her in wonder. At the joy on her face an emotion in her voice as she waved her phone camera, her frame dwarfed by the overpriced tour shirt she was wearing. Her fingers gently played with his hair, and he thought that he might have found a new favourite song.

“Please don’t put your life in the hands, of a rock and roll band, and throw it all away!”

He felt so content, and wished that he could have lived in that moment forever, frozen in time like a snow globe.

He was already mentally planning what concert he was going to take her to next. Tucker wanted to see Econoline Crush, but wasn’t sure he’d be able to get on board. But it didn’t matter who they went to go and see, as long as she was there with him.

“So don’t look back in anger, I heard you say!”

[simplyvintagexx]

My heart is absolutely broken 🌹

Rest In Peace Bonnie Tyler, you will be so missed ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

[m1sanari]

John Tucker is a visceral need

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GUITARISTS DO IT DEEPER | Justin Kohl

Summary: Justin Kohl meets his match in the guitarist for a hard rock cover band playing at one of Beau’s parties.

Pairing: Justin Kohl x Guitarist!Reader

Warnings: smut 18+! sex on a bathroom counter, semi-public sex, kinda enemies to lovers vibes.

Authors Note: This is my apology for any emotional distress that Red Right Hand caused lmao. Time for something light and sexy. The cover referenced is Get Lucky by Halestorm.

The house was packed with scantily dressed women, and yet all the Justin Kohl could see as he stood next to the keg was her.

The band was playing a heavy metal song he didn’t recognize, and she was onstage with them, hair teased to perfection and dressed in cutoff shorts and checkered Vans, a beautiful tattoo on her ankle.

“Dude, close your mouth,” Beau Maxwell started. “She’s way out of your league, and you’re going to catch flies that way.”

“Fuck off, Maxwell.” Justin groaned, tearing his eyes away from the stage. She was playing on her own now, a guitar solo that would have made Slash proud.

Fuck, he was down bad.

“Hey, isn’t this the band you lost the Genre Swap to?”

Ah yes. The Genre Swap. YN and her band had played a loud, thundering hard rock version of Get Lucky, and Justin was still trying to wrap his head around how she had beat After Hours’ cover of Into You.

As if she knew exactly what he was thinking, she looked over towards the bar and winked at him while she took a sip of her White Claw before she started playing the cover’s opening bars.

Despite himself, Justin was mesmerized by her. Selfishly, he wanted to poach her for After Hours. Admittedly, he had asked her to join once, but she insisted that she was too punk rock to play in his poser band.

Watching her play a solo was like watching a siren song. She was one with the instrument, completely unaware of everything around her.

It was intoxicating.

After the show, Justin found himself wandering towards where she was chatting with the band, wearing a slouchy t-shirt that showed a hand holding a dagger coming out of a toilet.

She turned to speak to him, and Justin stared at the design for a minute, equally confused and concerned.

“Metal Up Your Ass was the original name for Metallica’s Kill ‘Em All album.” She pointed out, finishing off her can of alcohol. “Here to ask me to join After Hours again? I don’t know if I could doom myself to playing shitty pop punk covers. I need something with substance.”

“Like Pharell Williams covers?”

She shrugged. “I’m just a humble guitarist. They tell me what to play and I play it.”

“What can I do to get you to join After Hours?”

She grinned cheekily. “What are offering, Kohl?”

Justin raised his eyebrows. “Well, they do say that guitarists do it deeper.”

“And this one takes it deeper.” She winked back at him. “Do I get a test drive before I commit to anything?”

He choked on his beer. “Are you telling me that you have doubts about my cock?”

“Meet me in the second floor bathroom. Five minutes.” She gently raked her long nails over Justin’s cheek before she kissed him, biting his bottom lip.

All at once, his cock spring to attention, straining against his jeans. It was like his own personal sexy rock star fantasy was coming to life. Like the pictures of Courtney Love and Rachel Hanna that he had on his walls as a teenager had reached out and touched him, but only this time, it was better.

As soon as the bathroom door was closed, he had her backed against the wall, his tongue exploring her mouth as she jumped up, wrapping her toned legs around his hips. She raked her nails down the skin of his neck, moaning as he pressed his erection into her.

He growled as he pressed open mouthed kisses to her neck, huskily sucking a hickey on her collarbone. She moaned his name, arching her back and pressing her chest to his.

“Say it again.” He demanded, digging his fingertips into her ass underneath her but off shorts.

“Justin.” She moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair as he kissed the sweet spot behind her ear. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”

He grinded against her, messily kissing her as he pressed her further against the wall. Her fingers scrabbled over his shoulders as she tried to push his leather jacket over his shoulders. Justin laughed, drawing back to take off his jacket and white tank top.

“Holy fuck.” She murmured. “The nerdy guitarist is built like a Greek God. Who fucking knew.”

She didn’t wait for Justin to acknowledge her statement, pulling him in by the silver chain around his neck and mashing her lips against his. His large hands squeezed her ass before slipping down to her thighs and lifting her on to the counter.

She pulled her shirt off, smudging her lip gloss and mussing her hair. She tossed it, and it ended up in bathtub somewhere. Justin fumbled with the button on her shorts, trailing kisses across her collarbone and nipping at the flesh protruding from her bra.

She gasped, pressing against him. “Justin, stop fucking teasing and touch me, goddamn it.”

Justin laughed, slipping his hand down the front of her shorts, rubbing her through the soaked seat of her lace panties. “Why so needy, baby? I’ve got you, pretty girl.”

“God, fuck, Justin.” She whined, breathing heavily as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders, throwing her head back as her body bowed off the granite counter.

“You’re so wet, love.” Justin growled. “I can’t wait to get inside of you.”

“Then stop wasting time, Music Man.”

Justin gripped her thighs, tugging her off the counter before her spun her around, pressing his hard on against her. All at once, Justin Kohl was everywhere, overwhelming her senses. From the way his body weight felt against her to the way his cologne smelled.

She needed him badly.

Messily, she tugged her shorts and panties off, and behind her she could hear Justin undoing his belt.

“Condom?” She asked breathlessly.

“I think there’s some in the top drawer. The frat is surprisingly big on safe sex.”

She groped the top drawer, fingers scraping against the wooden bottom until she gripped a small foil packet. She ripped it open with her teeth, passing the condom behind her to Justin.

The sound she made when he pushed into her was better than any guitar solo or high note. Justin felt like he was in heaven as she clouded his senses, begging him to fuck her harder.

The small bathroom filled with the sounds and smells of sex as he pounded into her tight pussy, balls slapping against her ass.

“You take me so well, love.” Justin cooed. “Like you were bloody made for me.”

“Fuck, yes, right there.” She panted, gripping the counter as she watched the reflection of Justin fucking her in the mirror, her tits bouncing with each thrust. “So good, Justin. Feels so fucking good.”

“Louder, baby. Let the whole party know who makes you feel this good.” He purred, hands trailing up her plush thighs and squeezing her hips as he pulled her back against his rock hard cock.

After a particularly hard thrust, she screamed his name, one of her hands reaching back to grab purchase on his ass, scratching hard enough the lave marks on the tanned flesh there.

“Good girl.” He groaned. “That’s my girl. You gonna come for me, angel? Come all over my cock, make a bloody mess of it.”

The hand that was scraping against Justin’s backside quickly relocated to her front, rubbing tight circles on her swollen clit as she clenched around him, throwing her head back in pleasure as her eyes fluttered closed.

“Open your eyes, love.” Justin encouraged. “I want you to watch yourself let go.”

“Justin, fuck, I think I’m-“ her words were cut off with a sharp, guttural moan when she looked in the mirror and saw how wrecked she looked, Justin’s ring-clad fingers tugging her hair back.

Her legs threatened to buckle as she spilled around him, and she collapsed back against his chest for support.

Justin was breathing heavily as he continued to thrust, sloppy and quick in an attempt to reach his own high. She watched in the mirror as he cursed, low and seductive, throwing his head back as she felt his warmth spill in the condom.

“So,” he panted, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his chest to her back. “Was that enough to convince you to join the band.”

She laughed, running the tips of her nails along his arm. “I’ll consider it.”

“Goddamn it you guys! Some of us actually have to piss!”

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MY BODY FT. YOUR LIPS | John Tucker

Summary: John Tucker makes her feel safe. And now that she feels safe, there are a slew of other things she can feel as well. One of which is unbearably horny.

Or, the fic where Paralegal!Reader and Tucker sleep together for the first time, and we find out the origin of the Man In The Box inside joke

Pairing: John Tucker x Paralegal!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, first time for reader, Tucker being a sweetie, fingering, very much consent-focused and heavy on emotional intimacy.

Allie had once asked her offhandedly what would be in her sex room if she had one. Admittedly, her cousin had been very drunk and had just finished watching Fifty Shades Darker. Humouring Allie, she had taken a sip of her drink and answered.

“A king sized bed. A damn good stereo system. Maybe a scented candle or two. Nothing crazy. Just a man who loves me.”

“You love love!” Allie had squealed. “But seriously, that’s it? No sex swing? No handcuffs or blindfolds?”

“Nope.” She’d laughed nervously. “None of that has ever appealed to me. I just want to feel loved. Be romanced a little bit. I want a man to make the effort.”

Allie had never forgotten that conversation. So when John Tucker called her one afternoon and asked what he could do to make YN’s first time special, Allie knew exactly what to do.

What Tucker didn’t expect was to be sent a detailed checklist over Apple notes.

“Allie,” he’d asked nervously “why are silk boxers on this list?”

“Just trust me!” Allie had insisted. “She wants to be wooed! And romanced! Make her feel special!”

“And dressing up like Hugh Hefner is going to do that?”

“Try less playboy mansion and more Tom Cruise in Risky Business.”

When Dean walked past the open door of the bedroom while Tucker was setting up, he couldn’t hide his smirk.

“Seriously? Dude, you are so fucking whipped.”

“Shut up! I just want her to feel safe with me.”

“Tuck, I don’t know a single person that wouldn’t feel safe around you. Just be yourself, and make sure she feels like she can also be herself.”

He spent ages getting ready. Picking out the right collared shirt, the right pair of Levi’s jeans, the right cologne. He even put curl cream in his hair, which happened so rarely that Garrett almost passed out in shock.

Tuck came down the stairs with his phone, wallet and keys, yet still somehow worried that he missed something.

“What?” He asked cautiously, pausing in the living room when he noticed the other three hockey players staring at him with shit-eating grins.

“Nothing.” Garett smirked “we’re just wondering why you have an entire IKEA’s worth of tea lights in your room.”

“And why you smell like a rich asshole who’s just been arrested for embezzlement.” Logan laughed.

“First of all, fuck all of you.” Tucker glared. “Second of all, I want you all out of the house tonight. She’ll feel more comfortable if she’s not worried about you jackasses listening in. Third of all, can one of you please turn on the tea lights before you leave?”

Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “We got you, bro. Just promise the rest of the house will get to meet her eventually.”

The night had gone perfectly. A great dinner at a new resto-bar that her boss had given her a gift card for, and a phenomenal showing of the Briar theatre department’s rendition of Shrek: The Musical, in which Allie shined as Princess Fiona. YN looked beautiful in her strapless polka dot dress and red heels.

The house was eerily quiet when they returned. Thankfully, the others had heeded John’s warnings and fucked off for the night. Tucker led her upstairs, gently rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

When Tucker opened the door, even he had to admit that he was pleased with what he had put together. One of the other players had lit up all of the LED tea lights before they left, illuminating a path from the door to the double bed, which was sprinkled with wrapped Hershey’s kisses and confetti hearts. A teddy bear sat on the nightstand, innocently hugging a fresh box of condoms.

YN wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry as she looked at the setup. “Tucker,” she breathed, fingers feeling tingly. “what is all of this?”

“I wanted your first to be special. I mean, it’s my first with you, which makes it special for me as well, but you deserve perfection. You deserve to feel comfortable and relaxed and like your best self.” Tucker explained, hooking his phone up to the Bluetooth speaker on his desk.

Marcy Playground’s Sex and Candy started to play as she sat on the bed, a bright smile on her face as she played with the sparkly confetti.

“It’s perfect.”

Tucker beamed, moving to sit next to her. “I thought the music would help you relax. Quiet some of the noise in your head. I know you’re nervous, but I promise I’m going to take really good care of you.” His touch was gentle as he combed her hair behind her ear, leaning in for a soft kiss. “Hang on one second, I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared down the hallway, and she unwrapped one of the small chocolates, softly singing along under her breath. While she waited, she sent a quick text to Allie.

This was all you, wasn’t it? That conversation we had after you watched Fifty Shades? He’s just brought it to life!

When Tucker came back, she had to bite her lip to stifle her laughter. Tucker was wearing a ridiculous leopard print silk bathrobe and a pair of aviator sunglasses. His chest was bare, and he wore shiny black silk boxer shorts. He struck a dramatic pose in the doorway, peering at her over the lenses of the glasses, and she found that she couldn’t hold back her laughter any more.

“What are you wearing?”

“Can’t a man dress up for his woman?”

“Like a character in the Godfather?”

Tucker groaned. “I was going for Risky Business!”

“You thought I wanted Tom Cruise?” She raised her eyebrows. “Honey, I’ll only ever want you.”

He rejoined her on the bed, where she carefully pulled his sunglasses off, folding the arms in and placing them on his nightstand. He gently caressed her sides through the fabric of her dress, his chest warming when she leaned into his touch, exhaling softly.

“Let me take care of you, baby.”

She smiled, leaning in to kiss him, fingers coasting along the lapels of his ridiculous bathrobe. She tastes like chocolate and smelled like vanilla, two contrasts that made his head spin. Testing the waters, he gently slipped his tongue into her mouth, trailing his hands further up her sides, staying respectfully clear of the zipper on her dress.

She gently scraped her nails against the skin on his neck, and he could feel her smile into the kiss as he started to gently play with her hair. Feeling bold, she nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth, blushing almost immediately afterwards.

“I like that you aren’t shy right now.” Tucker said softly, trailing one hand up the hem of her dress. “It tells me that you trust me, and fuck, baby, I feel so honoured that you trust me to do this for you.”

“You’ve ruined me for anybody else.” She laughed nervously, running her hands up and down his arms. She didn’t quite know what to make of her feelings for John Tucker.

He made her feel safe and protected, like she could be herself instead of one of the many faces she had to put on in order to get through her day. He was someone who made her feel valued, and made her laugh. Someone she couldn’t imagine ever losing.

It felt too soon to say she was in love. That was an emotion that felt too big and too scary to voice, almost as if she was subconsciously hoping that he would say it first, making it okay for her to admit the same.

She could feel him smiling as he started kissing her neck, gently squeezing one of her boobs over her dress. He loved the way she inhaled, and how her fingernails dug into his skin around the same time that he squeezed. “Tucker.” She breathed.

“I know, baby. You’re so good. So perfect.”

She tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding his face back to hers. “I might get clingy.” She warned in a breathy whisper.

“Then it’s a good thing I like clingy.”

Laughing, she kissed him again, sliding her hands behind her back to undo the zipper on her dress, letting the fabric fall and reveal her bare chest.

“Holy shit.” Tucker breathed, reaching out to touch her with shaky hands. “You fucking undo me, baby.”

She swore she could hear her heart pounding in her chest, louder than the soft rock playing in the background. His thumbs trailed gently over her peaked nipples as he stared at her in wonder.

“C’mere darlin’” He drawled softly, pulling her closer and twisting her body so her back rested against his firm chest. He ran his hands over her breasts, kissing her neck deeply and breathing her in.

His hands moved, sliding under her dress and over her bare thighs. “You’re so beautiful.” He hummed, gently nipping at her earlobe. His hand came to rest gently over the crotch of her panties, the other tracing hearts against her thigh.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked softly, kissing her shoulder.

“Good.” She breathed. “Nervous, but good.” She laughed, moving her skirt aside to lace her fingers with his. Her chest heaved with anticipation, her dainty cherry necklace resting at her breastbone.

Tucker smiled softly against her skin. “This first bit isn’t anything we haven’t done before. You’ve got this. And I’ve got you.”

He gently started to rub against the soaked seat of her panties. She relaxed into his touch, sinking back against his chest with a sigh. Her thighs fell open for him, allowing Tucker to slip his fingers inside, curling them gently.

Her breath hitched, a moan escaping as her lips curved into a smile, fingers tangling in his hair. Even though they had done this so many times before, something about this time made it feel so much more intimate. Bigger.

“There’s my girl.” Tucker beamed, kissing up her neck. “Breathe with me. Let yourself feel good.”

Every curl of his fingers sent shockwaves through her body. She moaned harshly, her grip tightening in his hair. As her fingernails grazed his scalp, he practically purred, nuzzling into her neck. She giggled, a bright smile on her face before his free hand came back to one of her breasts.

“I love your fucking laugh. Drives me absolutely insane.” He rasped, curling his fingers faster.

“Tuck, shit, right there.” She breathed, shaking under his touch. His thumb came down on her clit, rubbing gentle circles. She felt like her body was on fire, her chest filled with love.

“Atta girl. Let go for me.” He breathed in her ear, his free hand lacing with hers. She dug her nails into the back of his hand, moaning harshly as she clenched around his fingers. “I’ve got you.”

Her grip on his hand loosened as she came down, breathing heavily in his arms, cradled against his strong chest as he peppered gentle kisses along her cheek, jaw and neck, gently removing his fingers.

“You did so good, baby.” Tucker beamed. “So perfect.”

She smiled lazily, leaning back to look at him. “It’s so not fair that I’m basically undressed and you’re still wearing that dumbass robe.”

Tucker laughed heartily, tightening his arm around her waist as she turned around to kiss him softly yet deeply.

He helped her to her feet, smiling cheekily as she stood in shaky legs, allowing him to help her step out of the dress and panties. Her chest swelled as she watched him reverently hang the delicate dress over his desk chair before taking off his own clothes. His hands were soft and warm, guiding her towards the bed and under the warm layers of blankets. Tucker settled on top of her, reaching for the box of condoms on the nightstand.

“Tonight has been perfect.” Tucker exhaled, running a hand up her thigh. “I feel so close to you, it’s unreal.”

She smiled up at him, fighting the inexplicable urge to cover up. This was Tucker. He’d already made her fall apart on his fingers for fucks sake. Why the hell was she still so nervous?

There was a brief pause in the music, and then the beginning of a deafening grunge riff. She recognized it instantly, bursting out into uncontrollable laughter.

“Fucking Smart Shuffle!” Tucker cried.

“Is this Alice in Chains?” She laughed. “Why are we listening to Man in The Box?”

Despite himself, Tucker laughed with her, weakly draping his body over hers. “I’m so sorry. This wasn’t supposed to be in the playlist. I swear, it was all soft rock and adult alternative.”

“Don’t apologize.” She giggled, softly kissing his cheek. “It’s very us, don’t you think?” Just hours earlier when Tucker had picked her up from her parents house, they had cruised towards the theatre building at Briar while singing Econoline Crush’s You Don’t Know What It’s Like at the top of their lungs.

“At least there’s no Nickelback.” He smiled, burying his head in her neck.

“You know how many aura points I’d have gotten for losing my virginity to Animals?”

“How many do you get for Man In The Box?”

She smiled, kissing him softly, carding her fingers in his hair. “Not telling.”

He took one of her hands in his, gently drawing circles on her palm with his thumb. Layne Staley continued to croon about the man in the box behind them, but all he could see was her. His heavy cock rested against her thigh, and he could see her cheeks start to blush faintly. Almost as if she hadn’t stopped blushing the entire time.

“Still with me, pretty girl?” He asked softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Still with you.” She confirmed. “Just go slowly.”

Tucker smiled. “I’ve got you, pretty girl. I’m not going anywhere.”

He started to slowly push in, feeling her nails dig into his shoulder blade. He hissed in pleasure, trying desperately to keep all of his focus on her, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She fought the urge to hide her face in his chest, overwhelmed at the feeling of his cock inside her.

“Doing so well, baby. Almost there.” Tuck encouraged, gently pushing in the rest of the way, pausing to let her get comfortable.

she opened her eyes, which she had previously closed in something akin to pleasure. “Okay. So, you’re bigger than I expected.”

Tucker bit his lip, trying hard not to laugh. “Don’t inflate my ego, darlin’”

“Shut up and start moving.” She laughed, drawing a deep moan from Tucker when her walls tightened around his throbbing dick.

His thrusts were gentle yet deep, and she could tell he was holding back with her comfort and safety in mind. Her toes curled with each thrust, nails leaving angry red marks on his shoulder.

“Oh, shit.” She moaned. “You feel so good, Tucker.”

“This is all for you, baby.” His voice was gravelly as he said it, dropping his head down to kiss her neck. “You drive me insane. In all the best ways.”

She locked her legs around him, connecting her ankles over his back, moaning uncontrollably as his thrusts got deeper. Tucker knew she was t going to last long, especially on her second orgasm of the night, but he had hoped that he would have more composure. But alas, he could feel his own thrusts faltering as she tightened around him.

“Feel so warm and tight, baby, I think you’re going to make me come prematurely.”

She giggled. Well, it was a half giggle half moan, and when she clamped down on Tucker once more, he was a goner. His eyes rolled back, arms buckling where he was holding himself over her. He cursed loudly and repeatedly as he spilled into the condom, hips jerking like they had a mind of their own.

Despite the exhaustion that had crept into his bones, he kept thrusting, messy and shallow, in an attempt to get her closer to her own edge. His free thumb started to draw messy circles on her clit, and her high-pitched, needy moans were enough to get him half-hard again.

“Come on baby, do it for me.”

“Fuck, Tucker, I don’t know if I can.”

“Yes you can.” He encouraged. “I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to keep making you feel good.”

She shrieked as she clamped down again, harder and tighter this time, both of her arms coming to wrap tightly around his neck and shoulders. She buried her face in his shoulder while she came, looking for any kind of comfort and security she could find. Tuck’s thrusts slowed down, gently easing her through the high as she spilled around him.

“That’s my perfect girl. So good, sugar.” He breathed, pressing kisses to the top of her head. “So, so good.”

He pulled out, discarding the condom and offering her one of his Texas Longhorns shirts before he disappeared momentarily, coming back with a wet cloth, gently running it over her skin to clean her up. He pulled the blankets over them, disrupting the confetti and the chocolates, which were now squished and half melted.

She didn’t care, picking up on if the chocolates and popping it in her mouth before she kissed John softly.

“How do you feel?”

“Exhausted. A little sore. But emotionally, I feel fantastic.” She could feel her eyes getting misty. “I never thought I’d ever feel this comfortable and this safe with another person. Thank you for making me feel safe.”

“Baby, you don’t need to thank me.” Tucker breathed, tucking her body into his side. “I’m always going to be here to make you feel safe.”

And that was when she knew.

She was hopelessly in love with John Tucker.

[lovelytsunoda]

thank you so much for all the love on this one. this fic is incredibly dear to my heart, and I’m so glad that you guys are loving it (and paralegal!reader) as much as me ❤️🤍💗

[lovelytsunoda]

GUITARISTS DO IT DEEPER | Justin Kohl

Summary: Justin Kohl meets his match in the guitarist for a hard rock cover band playing at one of Beau’s parties.

Pairing: Justin Kohl x Guitarist!Reader

Warnings: smut 18+! sex on a bathroom counter, semi-public sex, kinda enemies to lovers vibes.

Authors Note: This is my apology for any emotional distress that Red Right Hand caused lmao. Time for something light and sexy. The cover referenced is Get Lucky by Halestorm.

The house was packed with scantily dressed women, and yet all the Justin Kohl could see as he stood next to the keg was her.

The band was playing a heavy metal song he didn’t recognize, and she was onstage with them, hair teased to perfection and dressed in cutoff shorts and checkered Vans, a beautiful tattoo on her ankle.

“Dude, close your mouth,” Beau Maxwell started. “She’s way out of your league, and you’re going to catch flies that way.”

“Fuck off, Maxwell.” Justin groaned, tearing his eyes away from the stage. She was playing on her own now, a guitar solo that would have made Slash proud.

Fuck, he was down bad.

“Hey, isn’t this the band you lost the Genre Swap to?”

Ah yes. The Genre Swap. YN and her band had played a loud, thundering hard rock version of Get Lucky, and Justin was still trying to wrap his head around how she had beat After Hours’ cover of Into You.

As if she knew exactly what he was thinking, she looked over towards the bar and winked at him while she took a sip of her White Claw before she started playing the cover’s opening bars.

Despite himself, Justin was mesmerized by her. Selfishly, he wanted to poach her for After Hours. Admittedly, he had asked her to join once, but she insisted that she was too punk rock to play in his poser band.

Watching her play a solo was like watching a siren song. She was one with the instrument, completely unaware of everything around her.

It was intoxicating.

After the show, Justin found himself wandering towards where she was chatting with the band, wearing a slouchy t-shirt that showed a hand holding a dagger coming out of a toilet.

She turned to speak to him, and Justin stared at the design for a minute, equally confused and concerned.

“Metal Up Your Ass was the original name for Metallica’s Kill ‘Em All album.” She pointed out, finishing off her can of alcohol. “Here to ask me to join After Hours again? I don’t know if I could doom myself to playing shitty pop punk covers. I need something with substance.”

“Like Pharell Williams covers?”

She shrugged. “I’m just a humble guitarist. They tell me what to play and I play it.”

“What can I do to get you to join After Hours?”

She grinned cheekily. “What are offering, Kohl?”

Justin raised his eyebrows. “Well, they do say that guitarists do it deeper.”

“And this one takes it deeper.” She winked back at him. “Do I get a test drive before I commit to anything?”

He choked on his beer. “Are you telling me that you have doubts about my cock?”

“Meet me in the second floor bathroom. Five minutes.” She gently raked her long nails over Justin’s cheek before she kissed him, biting his bottom lip.

All at once, his cock spring to attention, straining against his jeans. It was like his own personal sexy rock star fantasy was coming to life. Like the pictures of Courtney Love and Rachel Hanna that he had on his walls as a teenager had reached out and touched him, but only this time, it was better.

As soon as the bathroom door was closed, he had her backed against the wall, his tongue exploring her mouth as she jumped up, wrapping her toned legs around his hips. She raked her nails down the skin of his neck, moaning as he pressed his erection into her.

He growled as he pressed open mouthed kisses to her neck, huskily sucking a hickey on her collarbone. She moaned his name, arching her back and pressing her chest to his.

“Say it again.” He demanded, digging his fingertips into her ass underneath her but off shorts.

“Justin.” She moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair as he kissed the sweet spot behind her ear. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”

He grinded against her, messily kissing her as he pressed her further against the wall. Her fingers scrabbled over his shoulders as she tried to push his leather jacket over his shoulders. Justin laughed, drawing back to take off his jacket and white tank top.

“Holy fuck.” She murmured. “The nerdy guitarist is built like a Greek God. Who fucking knew.”

She didn’t wait for Justin to acknowledge her statement, pulling him in by the silver chain around his neck and mashing her lips against his. His large hands squeezed her ass before slipping down to her thighs and lifting her on to the counter.

She pulled her shirt off, smudging her lip gloss and mussing her hair. She tossed it, and it ended up in bathtub somewhere. Justin fumbled with the button on her shorts, trailing kisses across her collarbone and nipping at the flesh protruding from her bra.

She gasped, pressing against him. “Justin, stop fucking teasing and touch me, goddamn it.”

Justin laughed, slipping his hand down the front of her shorts, rubbing her through the soaked seat of her lace panties. “Why so needy, baby? I’ve got you, pretty girl.”

“God, fuck, Justin.” She whined, breathing heavily as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders, throwing her head back as her body bowed off the granite counter.

“You’re so wet, love.” Justin growled. “I can’t wait to get inside of you.”

“Then stop wasting time, Music Man.”

Justin gripped her thighs, tugging her off the counter before her spun her around, pressing his hard on against her. All at once, Justin Kohl was everywhere, overwhelming her senses. From the way his body weight felt against her to the way his cologne smelled.

She needed him badly.

Messily, she tugged her shorts and panties off, and behind her she could hear Justin undoing his belt.

“Condom?” She asked breathlessly.

“I think there’s some in the top drawer. The frat is surprisingly big on safe sex.”

She groped the top drawer, fingers scraping against the wooden bottom until she gripped a small foil packet. She ripped it open with her teeth, passing the condom behind her to Justin.

The sound she made when he pushed into her was better than any guitar solo or high note. Justin felt like he was in heaven as she clouded his senses, begging him to fuck her harder.

The small bathroom filled with the sounds and smells of sex as he pounded into her tight pussy, balls slapping against her ass.

“You take me so well, love.” Justin cooed. “Like you were bloody made for me.”

“Fuck, yes, right there.” She panted, gripping the counter as she watched the reflection of Justin fucking her in the mirror, her tits bouncing with each thrust. “So good, Justin. Feels so fucking good.”

“Louder, baby. Let the whole party know who makes you feel this good.” He purred, hands trailing up her plush thighs and squeezing her hips as he pulled her back against his rock hard cock.

After a particularly hard thrust, she screamed his name, one of her hands reaching back to grab purchase on his ass, scratching hard enough the lave marks on the tanned flesh there.

“Good girl.” He groaned. “That’s my girl. You gonna come for me, angel? Come all over my cock, make a bloody mess of it.”

The hand that was scraping against Justin’s backside quickly relocated to her front, rubbing tight circles on her swollen clit as she clenched around him, throwing her head back in pleasure as her eyes fluttered closed.

“Open your eyes, love.” Justin encouraged. “I want you to watch yourself let go.”

“Justin, fuck, I think I’m-“ her words were cut off with a sharp, guttural moan when she looked in the mirror and saw how wrecked she looked, Justin’s ring-clad fingers tugging her hair back.

Her legs threatened to buckle as she spilled around him, and she collapsed back against his chest for support.

Justin was breathing heavily as he continued to thrust, sloppy and quick in an attempt to reach his own high. She watched in the mirror as he cursed, low and seductive, throwing his head back as she felt his warmth spill in the condom.

“So,” he panted, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his chest to her back. “Was that enough to convince you to join the band.”

She laughed, running the tips of her nails along his arm. “I’ll consider it.”

“Goddamn it you guys! Some of us actually have to piss!”

[m1sanari]

John Tucker didn’t just love sex.

He loved the worship of it. While most guys were in a rush to get to the main event, he found his sanctuary between your thighs. He treated your pussy like a five-star meal, and he was never in a hurry to finish.

He had you pinned to the bed, your legs draped over his broad shoulders, leaving you completely exposed and shivering. Tucker didn’t say a word; he just looked up at you with those hungry eyes before diving back in. His tongue was a weapon, flicking rhythmically against your clit, swirling in wide, wet circles that made your hips jerk uncontrollably.

"Tuck... please," you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair, trying to pull him up for a kiss.

He ignored you, humming against your wetness, the vibration sending electric shocks straight to your core. He loved the way you tasted, the way your walls pulsed against his tongue, and the way you begged. He wasn't looking for a quick release. No, he wanted to drain you.

An hour passed, then two. Every time you reached the peak, every time you screamed his name and shook with an orgasm, Tucker didn't stop. He stayed right there, licking away the excess juices, teasing your swollen nub back to life until you were sobbing from the overstimulation.

He spent the entire afternoon buried in you, his jaw aching but his resolve firm. He only pulled away when you were a trembling, incoherent mess, your legs shaking too hard to hold him. He looked up, a smug, satisfied grin on his face, his lips glistening with your slick.

"I told you," he whispered, kissing the inside of your thigh. "I'm not stopping until I've had my fill."