Costumes!
uhm...bandom has eaten my brain somehow? And reading through fic and stuff I got inspired! Yeah...*coughcough*
This was partially inspired and/or written for iphignia939 's story Rhyme "girl" with "girl"
by: it_mightbe_love
fandoms: Fall Out Boy
kinks: Costumes
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The box; when it arrives is remarkably inconspicuous. Which is to say that it it plain brown and a little on the large side, but slender and so she can pass it off as some new accessory for her guitar and keep Peyton and Andy and Joe out of it.
(A feat deserving of some sort of miracle because if anyone is more nosy than Peyton it's Andy and Trish has never actually been able to figure out how the hell that happened).
They've been on tour now for a few months (three weeks longer than she and Peyton have been dating/fucking/being something more than what they were before except now with mutual orgasms), and Trish has been planning this for approximately fifteen minutes after she made the promise to Peyton; sprawled naked on a hotel room bed with Bob peering into their room with a look of baffled amusement on his face.
They're stopped in some small town, it's a hotel night for which Trish is thankful because she can't believe she is actually going to do this and because frankly...there isn't really a whole lot she's going to be wearing around.
The box has a pair of strapless slip on gold heels, short. maybe three inches (which will put her just a little under Peyton's eye level) a black lace teddy and garters with stockings. because she's really evil and she figures if she's going to do this she's going to do this all the way, she throws a sheer white button up dress on over the whole thing. Anytime she sits or moves, the fabric stretches taut across her shoulders or breasts and shows hints of what she's wearing underneath.
The stockings and heels make her feel sexy, mostly this is the stockings. Silk rubbing against her smooth thighs and she's already wet as she treks down to the small restaurant the hotel boasts to meet her band for dinner.
She'd spent the better part of an hour on the phone with Alicia figuring out how to get her hair to curl right, and she's grateful now she did. it's messy and tousled and in big soft curls around her face and shoulders. Her glasses are on the vanity table in her room along with a plethora of cosmetics she had Alicia buy for her (Trish has never been and probably never will be a huge girly girl. she plays guitar and sings in a punk band, she likes wearing boxers and vintage band shirts and trucker hats).
The costume though; fits her like a second skin and when she slides into a chair across from her band mates she can feel herself flushing under the thin layer of makeup. Cherry red lipstick bright and drawing eyes to her mouth like a beacon.
Peyton's jaw is somewhere in the vicinity of their shoes and Trish grins smugly before ordering a milkshake from the stammering waiter.
For Peyton; dinner feels like an unmitigated disaster. She can barely form a coherent thought through most of the main course and when Trish orders some sort of...ice cream dish type thing that requires way too much spoon licking for her comfort Peyton feels entirely justified in standing and dragging the redhead off in the direction of the elevators.
The ride up takes too long and Peyton's hands stay under the hem of Trish's dress the entire ride up, teasing along the silk and lace edges of her panties, tugging at the elastic straps of her garter and fingering the smooth frill of her stockings. Her mouth stays hard and vicious at the redhead's collarbone and it isn't until she's backing Trish into her hotel room that Peyton realizes she hasn't said a word beyond Trish's name the entire time.
She gets the dress unbuttoned and just stops to stare for a minute before, "Where the hell did you even get your hands on something like this? her hands sliding to cup Trish's breasts almost reverently. (Peyton's never really been one for tits, but she can appreciate that Trish has a seriously amazing rack).
Trish manages a whimper before twisting up into Peyton's groping, "Had some help from Mikey's girlfriend..." Whimpers when Peyton's mouth closes over one lace covered nipple and bites down firmly, wedging her knee up between the redhead's thighs and steadying her there for a moment.
Peyton makes a mental note to send Alicia a great thank you gift before she wiggles down and unhooks the garters from Trish's stockings, and pushed the panties out of the way so she can get her mouth on Trish's clit.
It's not exactly what she asked for, but Trish is gorgeous sprawled out across the sheets, white dress tangled around her shoulders, black lace against her flushed skin. She set the flat edge of her teeth to Trish's clit and fucks two fingers into her body and listens to Trish shriek and come around her, fingering her until Trish is trembling and bucking up into her mouth and making these high, tight keening noises that have Peyton shoving a hand into her own jeans so she can get off while sucking Trish's clit.
She collapses against the other girl's thighs a few minutes later, panting and one hand still trapped in her jeans when Trish laughs.
"Okay...so I'm guessing this was a total success." And Peyton just sort of gurgles her agreement and pushes up to kiss Trish sweetly on the mouth.
This was partially inspired and/or written for iphignia939 's story Rhyme "girl" with "girl"
by: it_mightbe_love
fandoms: Fall Out Boy
kinks: Costumes
~~~
The box; when it arrives is remarkably inconspicuous. Which is to say that it it plain brown and a little on the large side, but slender and so she can pass it off as some new accessory for her guitar and keep Peyton and Andy and Joe out of it.
(A feat deserving of some sort of miracle because if anyone is more nosy than Peyton it's Andy and Trish has never actually been able to figure out how the hell that happened).
They've been on tour now for a few months (three weeks longer than she and Peyton have been dating/fucking/being something more than what they were before except now with mutual orgasms), and Trish has been planning this for approximately fifteen minutes after she made the promise to Peyton; sprawled naked on a hotel room bed with Bob peering into their room with a look of baffled amusement on his face.
They're stopped in some small town, it's a hotel night for which Trish is thankful because she can't believe she is actually going to do this and because frankly...there isn't really a whole lot she's going to be wearing around.
The box has a pair of strapless slip on gold heels, short. maybe three inches (which will put her just a little under Peyton's eye level) a black lace teddy and garters with stockings. because she's really evil and she figures if she's going to do this she's going to do this all the way, she throws a sheer white button up dress on over the whole thing. Anytime she sits or moves, the fabric stretches taut across her shoulders or breasts and shows hints of what she's wearing underneath.
The stockings and heels make her feel sexy, mostly this is the stockings. Silk rubbing against her smooth thighs and she's already wet as she treks down to the small restaurant the hotel boasts to meet her band for dinner.
She'd spent the better part of an hour on the phone with Alicia figuring out how to get her hair to curl right, and she's grateful now she did. it's messy and tousled and in big soft curls around her face and shoulders. Her glasses are on the vanity table in her room along with a plethora of cosmetics she had Alicia buy for her (Trish has never been and probably never will be a huge girly girl. she plays guitar and sings in a punk band, she likes wearing boxers and vintage band shirts and trucker hats).
The costume though; fits her like a second skin and when she slides into a chair across from her band mates she can feel herself flushing under the thin layer of makeup. Cherry red lipstick bright and drawing eyes to her mouth like a beacon.
Peyton's jaw is somewhere in the vicinity of their shoes and Trish grins smugly before ordering a milkshake from the stammering waiter.
For Peyton; dinner feels like an unmitigated disaster. She can barely form a coherent thought through most of the main course and when Trish orders some sort of...ice cream dish type thing that requires way too much spoon licking for her comfort Peyton feels entirely justified in standing and dragging the redhead off in the direction of the elevators.
The ride up takes too long and Peyton's hands stay under the hem of Trish's dress the entire ride up, teasing along the silk and lace edges of her panties, tugging at the elastic straps of her garter and fingering the smooth frill of her stockings. Her mouth stays hard and vicious at the redhead's collarbone and it isn't until she's backing Trish into her hotel room that Peyton realizes she hasn't said a word beyond Trish's name the entire time.
She gets the dress unbuttoned and just stops to stare for a minute before, "Where the hell did you even get your hands on something like this? her hands sliding to cup Trish's breasts almost reverently. (Peyton's never really been one for tits, but she can appreciate that Trish has a seriously amazing rack).
Trish manages a whimper before twisting up into Peyton's groping, "Had some help from Mikey's girlfriend..." Whimpers when Peyton's mouth closes over one lace covered nipple and bites down firmly, wedging her knee up between the redhead's thighs and steadying her there for a moment.
Peyton makes a mental note to send Alicia a great thank you gift before she wiggles down and unhooks the garters from Trish's stockings, and pushed the panties out of the way so she can get her mouth on Trish's clit.
It's not exactly what she asked for, but Trish is gorgeous sprawled out across the sheets, white dress tangled around her shoulders, black lace against her flushed skin. She set the flat edge of her teeth to Trish's clit and fucks two fingers into her body and listens to Trish shriek and come around her, fingering her until Trish is trembling and bucking up into her mouth and making these high, tight keening noises that have Peyton shoving a hand into her own jeans so she can get off while sucking Trish's clit.
She collapses against the other girl's thighs a few minutes later, panting and one hand still trapped in her jeans when Trish laughs.
"Okay...so I'm guessing this was a total success." And Peyton just sort of gurgles her agreement and pushes up to kiss Trish sweetly on the mouth.