#MIW imagine

[yournecessaryevil]

Imagine...

...Chris and Ricky trying to get you to finally fall asleep after a long day while on tour...

• fluff; language; very light NSFW (if you squint)

"But I don't want to go to bed yet!"

You let out a quiet huff, clutching the pillow tighter against your chest as you cast a pleading look at the two men in front of you. Both gave you a raised eyebrow, neither one of them seeming to be impressed by your whining.

"Babygirl, you look so fucking tired-" Ricky began. "Yeah, you need sleep," Chris cut in, nodding in agreement. You stuck out your bottom lip in a slight pout as you continued to give them your best pleading look.

"Do I have to?" you asked, earning an immediate synchronized response of "Yes!" from both of the guys.

Ricky reached up to adjust his beanie before shaking his head at you, a smile playing at his lips. "It's been a long day for all of us, but especially you," he pointed out.

Chris grinned, the piercings in his bottom lip briefly catching the light from the dim interior of the bus. "Yeah, you're not used to the tour life like we are," he teased you.

This earned an eyeroll from his bandmate, who lightly elbowed him in the side. "It's been years, dude, and I'm still not used to it," he retorted, though his former smile still remained in place.

Chris shrugged, before winking at you. "I'm telling you, sleep's gonna be your best friend while you're with us."

You buried your face in the pillow, grumbling to yourself. "Slp fckng sks..."

"What was that?" Chris laughed.

You raised your head, scowling at him.

"I said, sleep fucking sucks."

"True, but-" Ricky began, before casting a sideways glance towards Chris, who returned the gesture. A smirk slowly appeared on both men's faces before Chris turned to look at you, leaning forward until his face was a foot away from yours.

"-If you be a good girl for us and go to sleep like you're supposed to-"

"-Like we want you to-" Ricky cut in.

"-Then we'll make sure to reward you for it," Chris finished, his smirk growing a little.

This caught your attention.

It was no secret (especially to the rest of the band) how much of a certain... fondness... you'd developed for Chris and Ricky.

Although at this point, anyone would say it had become a little bit more than that...

You sat there in silence, contemplating the idea Chris had now planted in your mind.

"I think we've got her," Ricky laughed, exchanging a conspiratorial look with his bandmate, who nodded in agreement.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris get up from his spot on the couch, moving to sit behind you. You glanced down to see tattooed arms and hands grabbing the pillow out from between your fingers, placing it behind you on Chris's lap, before those same arms were pulling you closer to the man himself.

"Come on, Y/N," you heard Chris purr softly in your ear, "be a good girl for us, for me. Stop fighting it and just give in, go to sleep for me."

His words were accompanied by a gentle kiss on the soft spot behind your ear, followed by another a little further down, along the side of your neck, and yet another on the back of your shoulder.

Chris's hands slowly moved down to splay flat against your lower belly, his thumbs tracing soothing little circles along the inch or so of skin that lay exposed there, due to your sleep shirt riding up a bit.

The way his hands moved, the gentle seduction of his words in your ear, all of it was much too nice, and you felt your blinks slowly getting longer, almost against your will.

"Oh, Chris, man, she's dozing off," Ricky observed in a soft whisper, a grin playing at his lips. His bandmate gave a soft hum of agreement, gently tugging you down so you were now lying in his lap, your head resting on the pillow.

His hands moved up, grazing lightly over your stomach, your breasts, stopping at your shoulders. Again, his thumbs were tracing little circles along the skin there, slowly coaxing you off into sleep.

But wait, sleep- you didn't want to sleep-

You struggled to keep your eyes open, fighting back a yawn. "But I don't wanna go to sleep-" you mumbled.

Chris softly shushed you, leaning down to place a kiss against your forehead. "Shh, don't fight it, Y/N. Be our good girl and go to sleep."

"Yeah, we'll still be here tomorrow, I promise," you heard Ricky agree, his voice getting closer. Out of the corner of one half-open eye, you saw the guitarist reach down, pulling a blanket over you and tucking the edges in around you. "Get some sleep, babygirl. We're not going anywhere," he murmured.

You watched as he took a seat on the floor next to you, leaning back against the couch, his head resting against your thigh.

"Ricky's right, we're not going anywhere. Get some sleep for us, baby, please?" Chris said softly. You let out a soft grumble in response.

You really didn't want to fall asleep, but fuck, Chris's lap was so comfortable, and ugh, the way Ricky smelled right now-! Everything was so nice, too nice...

Maybe an hour or two wouldn't hurt...

You yawned, before allowing yourself to relax and sink further into Chris's lap, pulling the blanket closer around you.

As your eyes fell closed, you could've sworn you heard Chris murmur, "That's our good girl..."

And as sleep finally claimed you, your mind drifted back to his and Ricky's earlier words, a smile gracing your face.

They better live up to their promise and reward you good for this tomorrow...

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[ricky-horrors-whore]

Vinny Mauro Headcanons

Because I love him

I am small please be kind

He will get you to film him doing stupid shit if Ricky's not around (like peeling off his callous then eating it...).

You start to get a little apprehensive when he gets excited and goes "Hey, hey, film me real quick, watch this-" but you do it anyway. Your camera is filled with little clips of him.

Will also take your phone and leave you surprise pics of either goofy ass faces, or little smooch faces and making little hearts with his hands.

Always signs off texts and ends calls saying "I love you" (he says this so much he's such a sweetie I can't guys)

Loves if you make him playlists, or help make him playlists.

He will randomly sending you a playlist he made for you, and it'll either be favorite songs, or sappy songs cause he's trying to be sweet, but then there's be something random as hell like Big 'n' Chunky or Carl Poppa thrown in just to smack you.

Do the same to him and he'll look at you so betrayed before laughing.

Big fan of nicknames, will come up with the goofiest, mushy ones when he's trying to get your attention. It gets worse if you try to ignore him. Pookie? Angel? Gummy Bear? My favorite tree frog? Dragon cookie? just anything until you HAVE to at least side eye him.

Normally just sticks to one though, 'Mama' (@foliosriot killing my sweetly here)

Actually loves when you call him 'Babygirl'.

He will answer to anything you call him, ridiculous anything, but he gets a little giddy smile with that one.

Gets sad when he doesn't get to see you for awhile and just wants you to join him on tour.

Doesn't matter if you have no way whatsoever to be helpful on a multi-month trip.

"Yeah but you make me happy, moral support." with a cheesy grin.

So many jokes. inside jokes. random jokes. He loves making you laugh so much and he's so good at it.

So much to the point he'll turn to you with a look and you can't help but giggle and it annoys everyone else what is this about.

His place is always well stocked with the best snacks, your favorites included.

Will share the best with you, including his ice cream, then try to say he's not playing favorites.

Loves if you feed him snacks while he streams. Like he is not paying attention to anything and you'll just feed him whatever.

He fully trusts you doing this too.

Not long after he said he doesn't like twizzlers "But you look like such a twizzler boy??" "What does that mean?? chat help", a few stream later, you look directly into the camera and start feeding him a twizzler to see the truth.

He munches away mumbling "thanks" and is very confused once he's done and you just say "Liar." while chat's going ballistic.

Loves when you join him on streams, whether you play anything or just hangout with him, he's happy you're there :)

He's pretty private besides his stream knowing you, but talks about you all the time.

His mom knows about you and thinks you sound wonderful, keeps asking about you too and he's happy to talk.

The guys know all about you before you meet any of them. Chris asks you about something that happened to you the other day before you're even introduced.

Vinny is a cuddle bug and your personal teddy bear. He will just come up and wrap his arms around you and snuggle up to you, not PDA shy, he wants cuddles.

If you're sitting or doing something he'll come up behind and press his chest to your back with his arms around you and just contently snuggle up and sigh with a smile resting against you.

Or flop onto your lap and try to demand attention (favorites being playing with his hair, and kisses.)

He runs especially warm! your personal heater coziest of hugs especially when you're cold.

Just walk up to him for a hug and soak in the warmth. He knows you're doing this and just grins and rocks you both back and forth.

For that reason cold temps while sleeping are a must.

Both for cuddling at night and nearly kicking you off the bed.

There is either a hand in your face and Vinny sprawled across the mattress or you're stuck wrapped in his strong arms and occasional snoring beside you for the foreseeable future.

Sleep talker, he just mumbled nonsense in your ear or whatever's happening in his dreams. He also gets talking like that when he's really sleepy especially when he's up far too late gaming and you'll ask what he just said and he tries to recall through brainfog and has no idea.

When he's sad or just feeling down he'll hug your stomach and you pet his hair softly and it's his favorite way to be comforted.

Very playful and goofy but loves tender moments like that.

Strikes me as a guy who would be SO impressed and in awe if you took your bra off without removing your shirt.

You're just chilling together and sick of wearing it and now he's staring at you, not even for tiddies, just WHAT.

Might steal a bra to try it himself when you're not home.

[littlehatefxxk]

⛧ Ricky Olson x Reader ⛧

“Quickie” (Smut Oneshot)

Themes: Oral sex(giving & receiving), Kissing, Fingering, dirty talking, deep throating

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It was a hot summer day and you had just finished doing your makeup and hair. Usually you’d stay back home but Ricky wanted to spend more time with you so he brought you along for their summer tour.

The band didn’t go on until later tonight but everyone was still busy. As of right now Ricky was outside doing an interview leaving you alone on the bus which was rare. Finally some peace and quiet than the usual chaos you thought.

You went through your luggage trying to find an outfit to wear. The weather today felt like it’d melt off your skin so being half dressed seemed the way to go. You ended up picking a red bikini set and wore that with some high waisted black demin shorts that were maybe just a little too short. To accessorize you wore a few necklaces, some rings, and sunglasses all paired with your favorite pair of combat boots.

You pulled out your phone to take a couple selfies until you heard Ricky answering questions & laughing. You went over to the window and looked outside seeing him. Fuck, he looked so sexy. His ran his hand through his hair fixing it back. That always drove you wild. Without realizing you were just watching him the next few minutes, daydreaming of every position he could put you in.

He then waved bye to the camera and hugged the interviewer goodbye. He than started to make his way back over to the bus and suddenly you became so very excited. Just for laughs you decided you’d mess with him. You quickly made your way to the back of the bus where there was a small room. You hid behind the door out of sight trying to hold in your giggles.

Just then you heard the tour bus door opening and then closing.

“Hey babe, I’m back!”

You smiled hoping you’d get him good. Footsteps slowly approached closer and closer and then you took your chance. You jumped out quickly yelling ‘boo’ as he jumped getting scared.

“Haha I so got you!” you teased.

Ricky immediately glared at you as he got closer to you. You continued laughing at his reaction as he was now inches away from your face. Your back now against the wall he took his hand to hold your chin up to look at him.

“You think that’s funny?”

You laughed saying yes but Ricky stayed serious. His eyes met yours again and it was at that point you realized the situation. He was going to punish you for it. But not here right? Not right now at this moment? Someone could walk in you thought. You stopped laughing now but still giggled. Ricky brought his mouth to your right ear as his hand held your throat.

“Do you see me laughing hmm? You think I’m messing around? We’ll see how funny it is to you when I fuck that mouth of yours right here.”

You swallowed hard hearing those last few words.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry for scaring you. I won’t do it again.”

His grip tightened a little.

“Apologize all you want. Nothing is going to change what I’m going to make you do. Now be a good girl and get on your knees.”

He took a few steps back giving you space as he started to undo his pants. You got on your knees as you looked down the corridor of the bus hoping no one would walk in.

“S-someone could walk in Ricky…”

His cock was freed and he was hard already. You just looked up at him a little concerned.

“Well then I guess you better make this quick huh? Now stick your tongue out.”

You did as you were told offering your mouth to him. Your tongue circled the tip of cock teasingly just how he liked it. Your hands pumped from the base as you took it into your mouth now. His hand rested on the back of your head as he moaned.

“Mmh just like that baby. Such a good girl all for me hmm?”

He knew calling you that drove you insane. Especially during sex. That alone made you wet. Now you were taking his cock deeper into your mouth as you bobbed your head back and fourth. His grip now within your hair keeping that pace as you moved.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well. I think you can take it in deeper..”

He pulled out for a moment as you quickly wiped the excess saliva off from your mouth and took a breath. Relaxing yourself he entered your mouth again, now deeper. His hand gripped your head as he slowly began to fuck your throat.

“Oh fuck baby, just like that…”

He went faster as your hands gripped his thighs taking him all in. You wanted nothing more than to please him. A couple more fast thrusts and he pulled out giving you time to breathe. Moments later he entered again going fast. You hummed, the sound being muffled as it reverberated around his cock. Saliva was falling out from the sides of your mouth but at this point you didn’t care. His breathing was now heavier.

“Fuck, I’m so close already baby. You gonna be a good girl a swallow it?”

Your hands gripped his thighs tightly as you moaned with him still in your mouth. Your eyes watered but you tried your best to stare back up at him as he face fucked you. A few more fast thrusts and he moaned loudly releasing himself into your mouth. He pulled out as you swallowed his cum and gave yourself a moment to breathe and wipe your face.

“I just finished my makeup Ricky..now it’s ruined.”

Now he laughed.

“Aw my poor little baby. You can always fix it.”

“He pulled his pants back up as you sat on the bed now grabbing your makeup bag.

“I’m not finished with you yet baby..”

Now he knelt on the floor in between your legs.

“Let me make it up to you..”

He kissed your inner thighs as you set your makeup bag aside. God, he drives you crazy. You quickly undid your shorts as he helped you undress. Ricky couldn’t wait a second longer so he just moved your swimsuit bottoms to the side as his tongue licked between your wet folds.

“Mmm Ricky…”

His hands wrapped around your thighs as you pulled his hair back watching him attack your pussy. You felt his tongue circle around your sensitive clit as you felt that feeling start to build up. As his tongue flicked your clit he inserted a finger earning a moan from you.

“You taste so good baby. All wet for me..”

Just then you could hear few of the members outside talking and cracking jokes. You look over at the window but it’s closed and thankfully has blinds. Somehow almost getting caught excites you.

“Ricky, the guys are outside…”

He pulls away a moment from eating you out.

“So? If they hear, they hear.”

He goes back to sucking your clit as he now inserts 2 fingers.

“Fuck…Ricky, what if they walk in?”

He laughs as he looks up at you.

“Let them fucking watch.”

He starts fingering you now seeing your face fall back feeling so good.

“You want them to watch don’t you?”

You say nothing as his fingers rub your pussy earning a whimper from you.

“Tell me,” he says right up against your ear.

“Mmmm”

All you focus on is his voice and fingers rubbing you.

“Such a bad girl. Wanting the rest of the members to hear and see you. You fucking want that don’t you?”

He’s practically growling into your ear.

“Yes,” you say softly.

His fingers stop rubbing earning a whine from you.

“You can do better than that baby. Otherwise I’m not going to give you what you want.”

Just then you hear Vinny’s voice.

“Anyone see Rick actually? He’s been gone awhile.”

“Saw him doing an interview awhile ago. Not sure where he is now,” Chris responds.

Ricky just smirks at you as his fingers rub you slowly and teasingly. You want him to go faster but instead you just whine wanting release.

“Come on baby, tell me. You want them watching you? Seeing how much of a naughty girl you are?”

“Hey Rick you in there?!” Vinny yells at the bus knocking the side of it.

Ricky picks up the pace as you start breathe heavily.

“I want them…”

“You want them to what?” Ricky purs against your ear.

The members outside laugh at whatever they’re talking about and just the thought of them hearing or walking in gets you more excited.

“I want them to watch me…I’m so close..please Ricky..”

“Moan my name when you finish, I want them to hear.”

Ricky brings his mouth back to your pussy flicking his tongue against your clit. You lay back moaning as you grip the sheets feeling so close to your climax. Moments later you cum your legs closing around Ricky’s head but he doesn’t stop.

“Mmm Ricky!”

Your body shakes finally climaxing as he pulls away to look at you.

“Good girl.”

He kisses your mouth as you taste yourself. You catch your breath before going to the bathroom to clean up and put your shorts back on. The door opens to the bus and Vinny walks in seeing Ricky on his phone while sitting down on the couch.

“Bro I’ve been looking for you. Did you not hear me knocking on the bus earlier?”

“Sorry guess I didn’t hear you. Been waiting on (Y/N) to get out of the bathroom.”

“You don’t have to lie, you guys were fucking huh?” Vinny teased.

“Shut up, no we weren’t.”

Ricky was about to throw the water bottle that was next to him until you finally walk out.

“Oh hey Vinny. I’m finally ready babe. Let me just get my bag.”

You walk to the back room to get your stuff as Vinny shoots Ricky a glance.

“Oh yeah you guys definitely fucked.”

“Not even, shut up.”

“Why is her makeup smeared then?”

Vinny smirks as Rick is left speechless.

“Don’t worry man, I won’t tell anyone haha. If I were you I’d do the same. I got your back bro. Anyways all of us are outside wanting to get food so I’ll go wait back outside.”

Vinny leaves and Ricky comes to see you fixing your makeup.

“So uh..”

“What’s the problem?” you ask.

“Nothing just uh, Vinny know we fucked.”

You go silent feeling a little embarrassed.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been so loud.”

You hit Ricky’s arm as he sits next to you.

“It’s your fault.”

“Yeah yeah, but you enjoyed it didn’t you?”

You feel your face go red.

“It’s okay, I enjoyed it too. Maybe later after the show I’ll fuck you right here with door locked and have everyone hear you.”

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Aahhh! Hope you guys enjoyed reading you little sickos haha. I haven’t written in years but it feels good to write again honestly, I missed it! I still have so many more ideas for one shots I wanna do so I’ll definitely be writing those next. Let me know what guys think though, I’d love to know. Hope you are all doing well! Stay hydrated, take ur meds, be kind to one another🖤

[horrorolson]

Deal

The man, or I suppose not really a man but let's call him a man anyway, sat in the center of your living room floor staring up at you, his legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned back on his hands.

“Did you miss me?” The smirk is audible in his voice. You laugh at his dramatics, tossing your bag into a chair.

“Sure Chris. Now get lost, I have company coming.” You laugh, walking back into the kitchen only to find him sitting on your counter waiting for you.

“What do you want now?” you sigh, moving past him and pulling the things out of the fridge to start making dinner.

“You know exactly what I - Are you cooking?” Chris asks from his spot on the counter, stopping short, Friday has always been takeout night.

“Do you have a date?” He stares at you in disbelief, betrayal playing slightly at his features as he looks at you.

“I mean, I have a guy coming over for dinner, and I think-”

“But-” You look up at Chris, perched on the counter, and freeze, taking in the look on his face.

“Chris, what-” You take a step towards him, only to find him on the other side of the kitchen from you, standing in the doorway to the living room, facing away from you. You stop, taken aback that he’s running from you, when usually he’s the exact opposite, taking any opportunity to crowd your space.

“Chris?” You take another step towards him only for him to vanish entirely. You quickly look around the house before figuring he really had left. You sigh, shaking your head, thinking about his strange behavior as you go back to your cooking.

Dinner went well. Your date brought flowers and a bottle of wine, and you enjoyed listening to him talk about a book he had just finished.

And then things start to fall apart. The light in the dining room refuses to stop flickering. The speakers start blasting static until you whine about it hurting your ears, at which point it abruptly stops. By this point, your date has started to panic, and you have started to fume, absolutely furious with Chris for whatever tantrum he's deciding to throw now of all times. You try salvaging things, moving into the living room, hoping for a reprieve, only to find the TV turned on and flashing “GET OUT” repeatedly.

Your date promptly bolts from the house, the door slamming shut behind him, and the lock sliding into place, all the electronics abruptly turning off.

“Christopher! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You fume in the absolute silence that suddenly seems thick in the air.

“Chris, get your ass in here so I can yell at you properly!” After another moment of silence Chris appears in front of you, the height difference leaving him looking down at you in such close quarters.

His hair is a mess, clearly having been running his hands through it, his pupils blown wide. His breath falls heavy on your face.

“You called?” His voice is shockingly soft given his appearance, and your breath catches in your throat as you fight the urge to reach out to touch him, knowing your hand would meet with empty air.

“What the fuck was that about?” You finally ask.

“I don’t share.” His lips hover over yours, torturously close, before pulling back. “You’re mine.”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly before opening your eyes again, looking up to meet his.

“You can’t be mad at me for trying to find someone I can actually be with, someone I can touch, who can kiss me goodnight and make pancakes with me on the weekends and hold me during scary movies. Someone who can hold my hands when they're cold, and push the cart at the grocery store.” He paces circles around you while you rant, which normally would make your heart race, and cause you to stumble over your words, but right now you’re simply too frustrated to play this game with him. “I deserve that!”

He pauses for a moment when your voice breaks, his face suddenly soft again, “You do deserve that. I could be that. I want to be that for you.”

“Maybe you’ve forgotten Chris,” You sigh, shaking your head, “but you need my soul to gain an actual body again.” He stops directly behind you, completely in your blind spot, and you bite your lips, fighting not to squirm.

“Need a deal, not a soul.” His lips just at the shell of your ear makes you shiver despite your efforts, as your heart lurches in your chest and your mind races out of control. “Your soul’s just the most… traditional option.” He corrects. You stare blankly ahead, thinking through the new information, asking yourself if you’re actually considering this.

“Say it again.” You blurt, even though you’ve really only half thought it through. His eyebrows draw together in confusion as he comes to stand in front of you, his head tilting to the side as he considers you, and then he inhales sharply, his mouth falling open slightly as understanding dawns. His voice comes out as a whisper when he responds.

“You’re mine.” He stares at you, licks his lips, stares at you for another moment, “Be mine.” His condition, his only condition.

Your eyes meet his, lips curving into a smile. “Deal.”

Part 2

[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 1 of ?

Hi guys! Long time no see.

I missed writing so much and here I am, trying to make a comeback. This will be a Ricky Olson/ Horror love story and we will see together how many parts it will have.

NOTE: Ricky will not be present in the first part, being more of an introduction to the story.

Warnings: none.

I hope you'll enjoy it and by box is open if you think I can put your ideas into something nice.

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“Lexus, you’ve got 5 minutes!”

“Alright, I’m coming!”

I am rushing to the stage while trying to dodge the many people that were on my way. Today was a big day for us, our second studio album being released on the last day of our American tour. We tried to keep it a secret and tonight the fans are going to hear one of the singles.

Being a little nervous is a misunderstanding, because I am terrified. The whole band united to make something better than the first album, where we tried different things to show we can do more. We are not dreaming of going #1 on the charts, we only want to hear our fans saying they are proud of what we want to become.

Now I’m in the backstage, waiting for the guys to prepare my entrance. We always try to do something different and today, Seth, the drummer, came with an idea. He will play a little solo, giving a little hint about the first song on the setlist. After that Andrew, who plays bass, will do the same thing. In the end, Xander, the guitarist, will be the last one to have his moment which will mark my entrance. And that moment is happening now.

I only hear screaming and I can barely see any faces from the lights. But I always feel like home while on stage. In that moment all of my fears disappeared, being replaced with excitement for doing what I love.

“Let’s rock this place out!”

If there is a thing I hate about myself is that I will never be a morning person. My alarm started to ring so loud that I could feel the vibration in my brain. I tried to stop it and I failed miserably when the phone fell on the floor. When I reached out for it I saw a message from Xander:

~ Wake up you piece of sunshine, we have business to do. ~

Getting out of bed was my main business at the moment. I went to the bathroom and saw that I completely forgot to take my make-up off last night. Tried to repair the damage and made myself look a little more presentable I made my way up to Xander’s room.

“Look who finally decided to show up looking like a mess.”

“Such a sweetheart. I’m sorry I did not get all glammed up for your poor little eyes.”

“At least you are not losing your sense of humour when you barely sleep.”

Well, that’s true. About both things, of course. My sense of humour? One of a kind. Sleeping schedule? A completely mess. This tour got all the life out of me but I know now we have a couple of months free to prepare the international tour for the new album.

“The manager called and apparently we are going to play some shows.”

“Where? Last night we finished the tour, isn’t that enough?”

“Don’t give me this attitude cause you’ll love it. It’s about Warped Tour.”

We had a thing that I hate and now a thing that I love. I always loved Warped Tour because I don’t see it as a job I have to do, but as a place where I can hang out with my friends every day. Maybe I will not regret that much the sleep I will still not get.

“Oh and a little birdie told me your boyfriend will be there as well.”

“Then it will be one hell of a summer.”

[holding-on-to-smoke]

ello luv 🖤

[fandombandomfics]

Motionless in White One Shots/Preferences

Collection of Motionless in White One shots/preferences. Still on going and has 18 chapters so far!

Ao3

[runningincircl3s]

Sinematic

Vinny Mauro x Reader

Chapter 7

chapter warnings: okay this is a little nsfw! (mentions of masturbation)

I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS LAST NIGHT BUT IT WAS STILL IN MY DRAFTS WHAT??? i'm sorry lmao, but i remember this chapter was so fun to write and then when i came to edit it i was like huh that's not as fun as i remember, so i hope it's not too bad!

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It had become a routine now, you’d get up and go to work, then stop by Vin’s on the way home. If you didn’t have work the next day, or you didn’t start until late, you’d stay over. It was weird how natural it felt, unlocking the door, slipping your shoes off and setting the keys down on the side, like this was your own home. It wasn’t like much needed doing here, you had tidied and cleaned for the first couple days, but coming over and just sitting there for a bit gave you something to do, and it made you feel closer to Vin. 

It was finally the day before Vinny came home, and you had come by just like any other day after work, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but when you opened the door you were met with the postman. You hadn’t seen him yet, you always arrived after he came, taking Vin’s packages in for him and setting them down on the dining table like he had asked. 

You took the package, thanking the man as you took it in, shutting the door behind you with your hip. Vin hadn’t told you he had anything else coming, but you assumed he must’ve forgotten, so you set it down with the rest and was about to go about your day… when you suddenly caught sight of the name on the package. 

It was for you?

You were almost certain the writing looked like Vin’s, but you sent him a text anyway, asking if he had sent you something. 

“I dunno. Open it and find out :)” Was his reply, and you sighed, playfully rolling your eyes as if he could see you. 

You took the package into the kitchen, found a pair of scissors and carefully opened it. 

Inside was a shirt from the tour Vin was currently on, with the dates printed on the back. You smiled as you ran your fingers over the print, and then you realised that wasn’t it. He had sent you some snacks from whatever country he was in at the time, and a bracelet? It was only then that you noticed there was a note tucked into the box too, so you unfolded it and began to read.

(I hope this comes soon. I paid a shit ton for fast shipping) This is just a little thank you for keeping my house safe, I hope you’ve been fighting away any burglars! But seriously I appreciate it so much, thank you thank you thank you. I’ll see you soon :)

(PS I thought the bracelet looked cool so I got it for you, but then I couldn’t help myself and bought one for me too so I guess we have matching ones now?)

You felt your heart warm at the note, and the thought that had gone into his gift. You just held the note for a moment before looking closer at the bracelet, and putting it on. 

It was pretty cute, you smiled as you picked your phone back up and gave him a call, wanting to thank him properly. 

It rang for a couple seconds before he answered, greeting you with a yawn. 

“Hello?” His voice was a little raspy, sending heat straight to your lower half- you shook your head. Not now. 

“Hey, have you just woke up or something?” You chuckled. 

“Yeah… I was taking a nap.” He said with a yawn, and suddenly you felt a little bad for waking him. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you I just-”

“Oh no, you didn’t! I’m on the bus, I need to get to soundcheck soon so if anything you’re helping me out.” 

“Okay well you’re welcome,” you smiled, “I just wanted to thank you for the package, you really didn’t have to.”

"I know," he said simply. "But I wanted to."

That made your stomach flip in a way you weren’t prepared for. You looked down at the bracelet again, tracing your fingers over it. 

"The bracelet’s cute," you admitted. "Matching ones, huh?"

"Yeah," Vinny said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. "Now if you ever miss me, you can just look at it and pretend I’m there."

You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see you. 

"That’s stupid." But you couldn’t help the grin on your face.

“Yeah, yeah, just admit you love it.”

You hesitated for a second before muttering, 

"Maybe a little."

Vinny hummed in satisfaction. 

"Knew it."

There was a comfortable pause after that, and it didn’t feel awkward at all. You could hear faint sounds in the background on his end, people talking, the low hum of the bus engine, someone shouting something you couldn’t quite make out. It was weird how hearing all that made you miss him more, even though he had only been gone a week. 

“Looking forward to coming home?” You asked. 

"Yeah," Vinny answered without hesitation. "Tour’s been great and all, but I’m ready to sleep in my own bed. And maybe see a certain someone who's been keeping my house safe."

You laughed softly, shaking your head. 

"Oh yeah? Can’t wait to inspect? Make sure I didn’t throw any wild house parties?"

"Nah, I trust you." His voice was easy, warm. "Besides, you wouldn’t throw a party without me."

You rolled your eyes, but your fingers toyed with the bracelet on your wrist, heart skipping at the way he said it—so sure, so familiar.

"Seriuosly, though," he added after a beat, his voice quieter now, "I appreciate it, y/n. And, uh… I missed you."

Your breath caught in your throat.

Vinny wasn’t one to throw those words around lightly, and hearing them now—soft, sincere—sent a warmth spreading through your chest.

You swallowed, willing your voice to stay steady. 

"I missed you too, Vin."

There was another comfortable silence between you, but this time, it was heavier. The kind of quiet that carried something unspoken.

"I should probably go," he said eventually. "Gotta get my ass to soundcheck before Ricky starts yelling at me."

You smiled, though a part of you wished you could keep talking. 

"Yeah, okay. I’ll see you when you get back?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smile, you could hear it in his voice, “I’ll see you when I’m home.” 

After you hung up, the quiet of the house settled around you again. You sighed, staring at your phone for a moment before setting it down on the counter. The bracelet on your wrist caught the light as you moved, and you found yourself tracing over the beads absentmindedly.

You had missed him. More than you were willing to admit.

Shaking off the thought, you ordered takeout for dinner and then after eating you decided to take a shower before heading to bed, since it was starting to get late. It had been a long day at work, and there was something about washing away the exhaustion that felt almost ritualistic. Plus, Vin wasn’t meant to be home until tomorrow night, so one last night at his place wouldn’t hurt, right?

The water was warm as it cascaded over your skin, easing the tension in your muscles. Your hands glided over your body, routine at first- but your mind, traitorous as ever, lingered on him. The ache in your lower belly was only growing the longer you thought about him, and the warmth of the shower was doing little to soothe it.

You could hear his voice in your head, the rasp of it when he was still groggy with sleep when he answered your call, the way your name sounded falling from his lips…

You let out a breathy sigh, fingers sliding lower, teasing along the inside of your thigh as you imagined what it would be like if he were here. If his hands, larger and rougher, were the ones touching you instead.

Vin had always been the type to tease, to take his time. He’d drag his lips over your neck, whispering filth in that low, knowing way of his, watching the way you squirmed beneath his touch. You miss me that bad, huh? He’d smirk against your skin, pressing you back against the cool tile, his fingers replacing yours, stronger and skilled, knowing exactly how to unravel you piece by piece.

Your breath hitched as your fingers brushed against the aching bundle of nerves, circling slowly, teasing yourself the way he would. The way he used to. 

So wet for me already, he’d murmur, dragging his fingers through your slick, groaning at the way you clenched around nothing. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?

Your knees nearly buckled as the pleasure built. You imagined the way he’d press against you, the heat of his body, the weight of him pinning you in place between his arms... The way he’d tilt your chin up, making sure you met his gaze as he sank to his knees, dragging his tongue along your inner thigh before finally…

A whimper escaped your lips, fingers working faster now, chasing the high that was just within reach.

Come for me, baby.

The phantom of his voice sent you over the edge, pleasure washing through you in waves so intense it nearly made you dizzy, almost lightheaded. Your body trembled as you rode it out, pressing your forehead against the cool tile, trying to catch your breath.

When you finally came down, you were hit with a sudden guilt. You had just gotten off to the thought of him in his own shower. 

You shook the thought away and let the water rinse over you, washing away the evidence of your thoughts, though the ache for him still lingered. 

It never stopped.

With a sigh, you turned off the shower, dried off, and padded to his room. 

You got dressed- slipped on a clean pair of underwear and pulled one of his hoodies over your head, keeping the hood up- before slipping under the covers. He’d be home tomorrow night. Less than twenty-four hours until you’d see him again. 

Excited was an understatement. You couldn’t wait to see him again, to carry on wherever you two left off. You weren’t too sure what he wanted the two of you to be, he’d give hints that he wanted more than a friendship, but there were also moments where he’d pull away. 

However, before you could let your mind wander too far, you were already fast asleep.

So you didn’t hear the front door unlock.

Or the footsteps heading up the stairs.

Or the bedroom door cracking open.

What did wake you, though, was the sudden blinding light flooding the room.

And then,

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

A scream. A man’s scream.

Your eyes flew open, your brain still foggy with sleep, 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Your own scream matched his perfectly, as if you were rehearsing for a horror movie.

Panic surged through your veins as you flailed, grabbing the nearest weapon, Vinny’s pillow, and hurling it toward the intruder.

“WHO ARE YOU?! GET OUT!” You shrieked, heart pounding out of your chest.

“WHO AM I?!” the figure yelled back. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”

You both stared at each other, frozen in a panic of who’s about to die first, when your vision finally caught up with reality.

Vinny?

Vinny.

Vinny, standing in the doorway, hair a mess, chest heaving, his pillow now on the floor beside him.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Your heart was still racing, but now it wasn’t from fear, it was from sheer, secondhand embarrassment.

Vinny’s expression mirrored yours as realisation hit. He let out a long sigh, dragging a hand down his face.

“Oh my god.” His voice was a mix of exhaustion and disbelief. “I thought you were a fucking burglar.”

“I thought you were a fucking burglar!” you shot back, throwing your hands up. “You turned the light on and screamed at me!”

“I live here!”

“You weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow night!”

Vinny groaned, rubbing his temples. 

“Yeah, well, I got an earlier flight. Clearly should’ve sent a heads-up text.”

“No shit.” You exhaled sharply.

For a moment, neither of you said anything.

Then, all at once, the sheer stupidity of the situation sank in, and you both started laughing.

Vinny leaned against the doorframe, shaking his head. 

“Holy fuck, my soul left my body for a second.”

“Mine too!” you choked out, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes. “I thought I was about to die!”

Vinny grinned, stepping into the room and stripping off his top half- you tried oh so hard not to stare/ 

“Scoot over.” He said, emptying his pockets onto his dresser. 

You blinked. 

“Huh?”

He nodded toward the bed. 

“I just spent hours on a plane and had the shit scared out of me. I’m exhausted. I’m not taking the couch. Now move your ass.”

You narrowed your eyes. 

“Hey, it’s my fucking bed!” He added. 

You huffed dramatically, but you still shifted to the side as he flopped onto the mattress beside you with a sigh.

“You’re never living this down.” You muttered, turning on your side to face him.

Vinny snorted, eyes still closed. 

“Yeah, yeah.”

A beat of silence. Then, his brow furrowed slightly, and he cracked one eye open.

“Wait.” His gaze flicked over you. “Is that…”

You followed his line of sight, looking down at yourself. Oh… Yeah.

You were wearing his hoodie.

You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling way too warm. 

“Uh. Maybe.”

“Unbelievable.” He scoffed, “I leave for tour, and you just help yourself to my shit?”

“You told me to make myself at home!” You argued.

“It’s my hoodie!”

“You have dozens of them!” 

“Yeah, but that one’s mine.” He grumbled, reaching out like he was actually considering taking it back.

You shrunk away, gripping the sleeves. 

“Nope. Too late. It’s mine now.”

Vinny huffed, but there was no real annoyance behind it. Instead, he shook his head with a small smirk, eyes scanning your face.

“You missed me that much, huh?”

Your stomach flipped.

You rolled your eyes, playing it cool. 

“Please. I just got cold.”

Vinny hummed, unconvinced. He shifted onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow. 

“Sure. That’s all it is.”

You opened your mouth to fire back, but then he really looked at you.

And suddenly, the room felt smaller. Your heart hammered against your ribs, pulse thrumming in your ears as Vinny’s gaze flicked over you, just a fraction of a second longer than it should have.

His voice was quieter when he spoke again.

“I did miss you, though.”

The casual, playful tone from before had softened, and something about it made your chest ache.

“Yeah?” Your own voice was barely above a whisper, the thoughts from earlier flooding your mind again. He was so close, you could just reach out-

“Yeah.” Vinny nodded, exhaling through his nose. 

Neither of you looked away.

Neither of you moved.

And then, in typical Vin fashion, he broke the silence. 

“Alright, move over.” Vinny muttered, breaking whatever that was as he shoved you lightly.

You let out a breathy laugh, the tension splintering just enough.

“Bossy.” You teased, but still shifted as he shuffled away from the edge of the bed. 

You turned your back to him, pulling the blanket up.

“Night, Vin.” You murmured, fighting back a yawn. 

“Night, y/n.” 

You did fall asleep eventually, in his hoodie, in his bed, with him beside you, so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him. 

And if your heart was racing just a little harder than it should’ve been?

That was nobody’s business but yours.

…

“Shit, shit, shit!” You scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over the sheets as you bolted for your bag.

The soft glow of morning light spilled into the room through the gaps in the curtains, but you were too busy panicking to appreciate it. 

You could hear Vinny groan, shifting under the covers, squinting against the sunlight as he watched you. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I have work!” you hissed, frantically digging through your things. “I forgot to set my alarm, I was supposed to get up early, but then someone decided to scare the life out of me last night, and now I’m- ugh, where’s my…”

Vinny propped himself up on one elbow, watching you with an amused smirk. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and he still looked half-asleep.

“Are you only wearing my hoodie?” He questioned. 

You paused. Looked down. Oh.

Well that explained why you felt so comfortable. 

“...Uh, yeah, sorry I wasn’t expecting you to come back,” you muttered, tugging at the hem like that would somehow make it less obvious.

Vinny huffed a quiet laugh, sinking back into the pillows. 

“No, I like the red thong, it’s cute.”

Your face burned. 

“Shut up.”

You turned back to your bag, digging through it like your life depended on it. You knew he was still watching you, and that only made it worse.

“Y’know,” Vinny said, voice still thick with sleep, “You could just call in sick...”

You scoffed. 

“I can’t just call in sick.”

He shrugged, entirely unbothered. 

“Why not?”

“Because I have responsibilities? And bills to pay?”

“Lame.”

You shot him a glare over your shoulder. He just grinned.

“Glad to see you’re having fun with this,” you grumbled, yanking on your leggings.

“Glad it’s not me running late.” He smirked. 

You threw a sock at his face, shaking your head, finally pulling yourself together. You needed to go. But as you grabbed your bag and started toward the door, Vinny’s voice stopped you.

“Hey.”

You turned. 

“Yeah?”

He ran a hand through his hair, smirking sleepily. 

“You wanna come over later, after work?”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“Why?”

“AJ and Emil are coming over for pizza Friday. We’re watching Sharknado, I was gonna ask if you wanted to join us?”

You blinked. 

“Sharknado?”

“We’re taking a shot every time they say ‘shark.’” Vin nodded. 

You snorted. 

“That sounds like a terrible idea.”

“Yep, it was AJ’s idea… You haven’t met him yet, have you?”

“Nope,” you shook your head, “I’ve heard stories about him though…”

“Oh…” Vin nodded slowly, “Yeah, if the guys have told you anything then ignore them. He’s a great guy, one of my best friends.” 

“Then I can’t wait to meet him.” You smiled. 

“Great,” Vin yawned, rolling onto his side to face you with a sleepy smile, “I can’t wait to have all my friends together.”

Oh.

All my friends

Friends

Yes, because that’s all you were to him. His friend. That's what you agreed on, that’s what he wanted. 

You forced a smile, nodding your head and reaching for the door. 

“Yeah. Can’t wait.”

…

It had been a long, painful day. You were already running late to your first job of the day, which made you late to the second, and all you could think about was what Vin had said this morning.

You had to remind yourself he was just flirty with everyone, but surely he didn't fall asleep on the phone to everyone? Surely he didn't just get into bed with everyone? Surely he didn't let just anyone stay at his house whilst he was on tour?

But then again, maybe he was just treating you like everyone else. You could recount the times he had fallen asleep with his head on Rick's shoulder, or how him and Angela would share food from the same fork, or how he'd be talking to one of his friends over the phone and tell them how much he misses them...

You were thinking too deeply about this. You were just friends.

Yeah. Just friends.

So you parked your car in his driveway, which already had a couple cars- you were guessing they belonged to Emil and AJ. You sent Vin a text to let him know you were here and began walking to the front door, shifting the six pack in your arms as you knocked on the door.

The door swung open, and there he stood. Vin, his hair still slightly damp from a shower, a dressed in a plain black tshirt and sweatpants. His eyes lit up when he saw you, flashing you a smile.

"You made it."

"You sound surprised," you chuckled, "Anyways, I come bearing gifts."

He took the beer from you with a grin, stepping aside to let you in.

"And that's why you're my favourite."

You didn't let yourself linger on how his words made your heart race, because it meant nothing. Of course it meant nothing.

Inside, Emil was already sprawled across the couch, a slice of pizza in his hand as he laughed at something the other guy had said.

That must be AJ, you told yourself. He was grinning like a menace as he saw you walk in behind Vin.

"So this is y/n?" He said, giving you an over exaggerated once-over, before turning to Vin, "Damn, dude you weren't kidding."

You raised an eyebrow. From what you knew about AJ, you thought he was a troublemaker, the guys all seemed to love him, and Angela had told you he was naturally very funny.

"Kidding about what?" You asked, playfully glaring over at him.

"Nothing." Vin sighed, "Ignore him."

AJ just smirked, but before you could say any more, Emil motioned to the only unopened pizza box on the table.

"We got your favourite, or at least Vin said it was your favourite."

You blinked in surprise, opening the box.

"You remembered?"

"Of course." Vin said with a smile, sitting down on the couch, patting the space beside him for you to join.

"Okay," AJ stood up, beginning to pour out some shots, "So the rules are: someone says shark- we take a shot, someone dies- we take a shot."

"This sounds dangerous." You smirked.

"Yeah, y/n doesn't handle her alcohol very well." Vin smirked, earning a shove from you.

"That's okay, take a shot of water!" AJ laughed, and the movie had begun.

And along with the beginning of the movie, came the beginning of the chaos. You were barely 30 minutes in, and you'd gone through the first bottle of tequila.

Everyone was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol now. Everything was turning into a blur of laughter and chaos, but the one thing that kept you grounded was the way Vin's knee pressed against yours whenever he laughed. You couldn't help the way your stomach flipped when you looked at him, the way your heart fluttered when he looked at you.

Keep it together, you told yourself.

As if sensing your internal battle, Vin turned to face you, his expression softening.

"You good?" He asked.

"Yeah," you smiled, "This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be."

“See, I told you.” He smirked, nudging you with his elbow.

As the movie continued its wild, over-the-top chaos, you realised AJ hadn’t actually said much to you yet. He seemed like a cool guy, Vinny’s friends usually were, but you didn’t know him like the others.

Finally, during a particularly absurd scene, you got up to get a glass of water, and AJ joined you. 

"So," he said, reaching for a glass in the cupboard, "I haven’t had the chance to properly introduce myself, you’ve probably heard of me.” 

“I certainly have.” You chuckled, feeling tipsy. “I’m sure you’ve heard all about me too.” 

“Not really,” he shook his head, “I know a little about you and Vin though… What’s all that about?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow. 

You paused for a second, wondering if you should explain. 

"I hurt him in the past, but he's given me a second chance. We’re just starting fresh as friends," you explained. "It's complicated, but we’re working on it. He’s a good guy, the best."

AJ looked thoughtful for a second before giving you a soft smile. 

"I can tell. The way he talks about you… He's been through a lot, and I can see he really cares about you. He’s loyal to a fault. And if he’s letting you in again, then that really says something."

You smiled at him, feeling a little more comfortable. 

"I guess I’m lucky then. But anyways, glad to meet you, AJ."

"Same here," he said, raising his glass. "Cheers to getting to know each other better."

You laughed, raising your glass with his before following him back to the couch. 

The movie continued, but there was now a sense of camaraderie between you, AJ, and Emil. Even though you hadn’t known AJ long, you already liked him. You found yourself laughing at the ridiculousness of the movie, the shots, and the overall absurdity of the night.

"I told you guys she doesn’t handle her alcohol very well," Vinny smirked as you let out a little giggle after another scene, clearly rather tipsy.

You shot him a playful glare. 

"Hey, I’m still good." Your words slightly slurred. 

“You’ll be fine, just have some more water.” Emil laughed, his words slurred too.

“Yeah… I should,” you admitted, rubbing your eyes. The buzz was fun, but you were definitely feeling the effects of it.

Vinny shot you a glance, his lips curling into a small, affectionate smile. 

“You good?” He asked once again, his voice gentle. You could feel your heart warm at the way he was looking out for you.

"Yeah," you smiled back. "This has been fun. Thanks for letting me hang out with you guys."

"You're always welcome on best friend Friday, y/n!" AJ beamed, making you smile.

As the night went on, you found yourself growing more comfortable with his friends, and the tension between you and Vinny had slowly started to dissolve. Everything felt fine between you two now, it felt normal. You just hoped it would stay this way. 

Vin noticed your eyes struggling to stay open, and a small chuckle escaped him. He stretched and stood from the couch, his voice light but with a hint of fondness.

"I think we should call it a night." He said, his gaze flicking over to you, who was clearly fighting to stay awake. AJ, half-watching, turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I think we’ve all had a good time... Same time next week?" AJ grinned, leaning back in his seat.

"Of course." Vin replied casually, picking up the empty shot glasses from the table.

"And will y/n be back next time?" Emil smirked.

Vin shrugged, looking over at you for a moment.

You were already asleep.

"If she wants to. I don't know what you guys think is happening here, but we are just friends. That was the deal."

Emil grinned, tapping Vin on the shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Just messing with you, man. It's good to see you smiling again, though."

The guys headed out when their taxi arrived, leaving you and Vinny alone. You were curled up on the couch, snoring softly. Vin’s eyes softened as he watched you, smiling as he crouched down beside you.

"Y/n?" He reached out, gently shaking your shoulder, his voice low and warm. "Y/n?"

You groaned, your eyes struggling to open but not quite succeeding.

"Yeah…" you muttered, your voice thick with exhaustion.

"You wanna stay here tonight? I can’t let you crash on the couch," he offered, a touch of concern in his voice. "Come on, I’ll help you to my bed."

"Mmm…" you hummed, clearly not registering much, your eyelids fluttering as you tried to stay awake.

He couldn’t help but smile a little, lifting you gently from the couch as he helped you to stand.

"C’mon," he said softly, guiding you up the stairs, careful not to jostle you too much. When you reached his room, he helped you sit on the edge of the bed, your legs still unsteady.

"Here," Vin said, handing you a glass of water. "Take a couple sips before you sleep, alright? I’ll leave it by the bed in case you need more later."

You smiled lazily, barely able to keep your eyes open.

"You’re such a good friend, Vin… You're the best..." you slurred, the words barely leaving your lips.

Vin smirked, leaning down to set the glass on the nightstand.

"Yeah, well, it's what friends do." He replied with a soft chuckle.

Once you were settled, Vin stood up, ready to leave you to rest. But just as he was about to turn away, you reached out, your voice quiet and slurred.

"Don’t go…"

He paused, brows furrowing in confusion.

"Huh? What’s wrong?" He asked, sitting back down on the bed beside you.

"I can’t… I've missed you... I don’t want to lose you again, Vin…" The words escaped you softly, as though you weren’t fully aware of what you were saying.

Vin’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol or if you truly meant it, but the vulnerability in your voice really struck him. Without thinking, he shifted closer to you, sitting beside you on the bed.

"Hey, I’m right here," he said gently, giving you a reassuring smile as he cupped your face in his hand, this thumb stroking your cheek. "I’m not going anywhere. Never."

You nodded slowly, your eyes drifting shut again, and he stayed by your side, just watching you for a while. He didn’t know what had caused you to say that, but something in his chest tightened.

As he sat there, unsure of what to do, he found himself laying down next to you, just to make sure you were comfortable. He didn’t want to leave you alone, even if it was a little messy, a little complicated.

You shifted slightly, and he automatically moved closer to keep you from rolling over too far. His heart beat just a little faster, but he tried not to focus on it. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol still buzzing in his veins, or if something real was happening between you two.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to leave, wanting to stay close in case you needed him. Without realising it, his own exhaustion caught up with him, and soon, he too drifted off to sleep beside you, the warmth of your body against his making everything feel a little bit simpler, a little bit easier.

And, for the second night, you had both fallen asleep next to each other, in Vin's bed.

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Underdog//Motionless one shot

The work below consists of fictionalized ideas and stories. It is an alternate universe story with only names and likenesses used in creation of a character. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction. Please review the content warning before proceeding.

CW: 18+ MNDI, Coach/athlete au, coach athlete sexual relationship [all parties regardless of being fiction are of legal age of consent. This does not mean that the behavior is ethical or acceptable in reality-does it happen, yes. Is that something I am going to go into? No. I am not an attorney. Per ChampionWomen Sexual contacts or “romantic” relationships between an athlete and a person who has a position of power over the athlete are prohibited. Person of power includes but is not limited to coaches, administrators, judges, referees, employers, staff, medical personnel, and even volunteers or older athletes and teammates.] the following one shot includes unprotected sex, P/V sex, fingering.

A.N: @mysticdoodlez and @ladyveronikawrites I present to you and owe you for this fucking piece of art.

Exhibition

Coach Cerulli stood off to the side in the coach's box, not saying a word, his legs shoulder-width apart as he swayed back and forth on his feet. He wears his disgustingly dark ensemble of worn high-top Converse and straight-leg jeans. Already obnoxiously tall, the dress style made him look even more intimidating. Glancing over him once, you notice an apparent sweat triangle starting at the collar of the black cotton tee he wore under his polyester team jersey. An electric green sea turtle was stitched on the right side of his chest, and Cerulli was stitched on the back. Trying to focus on your drill partner, Rachel, you steal quick glances after each ball toss. Under the black bill of his ball cap, Coach Cerulli's jaw clenched as he chewed the pale green gum between his teeth. 

Rachel rolled the neon yellow ball across the rust-colored dirt toward you; spreading your legs apart, bending at the waist, glove in hand, you dip to the ground, catching the ball on its roll, securing it with your other hand, you take a step, and toss the ball to her again. 

As a team, you'd been at this for an hour now; the humidity from the earlier rain made beads of sweat start at the back of your neck and under your cap. The gray storm clouds rolled over the Florida coast, looking angry; another storm was approaching.

Balmy tropical air and classic South Florida smell were something you'd missed when you were on break. Some of the girls decided to pack up and hit the slopes of Colorado for a week; you were more than eager to go. It had been a celebratory and bittersweet season last year, and you were all due for a nice getaway. Coach Adams announced last season that she'd be retiring sooner than expected. Her youngest had just graduated High School, and she struggled to adjust.

Enter Coach Cerulli. 

He was overbearing and a perfectionist; he drilled and worked the team till he felt you were perfect. It worked, or maybe it was because you wanted to impress Coach Adams for her final season. Leaving the season last year, you were nearly undefeated. And it was no surprise now that he demanded the same perfection. 

"You're looking soft, ladies. Let's pick it up. I wanna see some sweat, some determination, act like you fucking want it." He crossed his arms, kicking up some of the dirt from the field before he dropped down, squatting on one knee as he stretched the other to its entire length. 

Several players on the team turned to look at the coach; it was no secret most of the team found him hot. He was older. Way older. But that added to the heat of the idea. You were aware of Coach Cerulli's attractiveness, his dark hair and eyes; the only part of his skin not covered in tattoos was his achingly beautiful face. Once you'd gotten close enough to see his three little scars on his bottom lip, it only added to the mystery of what had been his past. Fantasy is what it was; it was all fantasy. There was no room for error when your college life was riding on a full sports scholarship. 

The team continued to drill, the breeze from the water bringing a salty taste to the air. Soon, the sun started to get lost behind the gray cover, thinking it might rain you guys out; the team slowed on drills, looking to coach and back at the sky. Coach stands up to his full height, his powerful form casting a shadow over the field. Deep and commanding, his voice brought the team's eyes and attention to him. 

"I've high expectations for my team; this isn't just any season. I have my sights set on the championship title, and we won't settle for anything less." Clapping his hands, you can hear the friction of him rubbing the skin together, his tattooed fingers lacing and curling over each other in a frenzy. A low rumble of thunder sounded from the sky; Coach Cerulli pursed his lips and looked at the foreboding weather.

 "One scrimmage, and we'll call it a night."

The team scrambled to their gear as he called out names and positions. You adjusted your cap, pulling loose strands of hair around your ears and reaching for your glove when the coach's voice called out your name.

"y/l/n. You're batting." There was no nonsense in his voice, and when you turned to protest, he smacked his gum between his teeth, heading to stand behind home plate. 

You never bat, at least not first; the pressure is too much. You were a fielder on the team with the best reflexes and speed. Others were better at this than you. Grabbing the bat, you lower your cap and head to the base. Coach is droning on about how he demands perfection from all players.

"We won't be putting people in places of their strength. I want you uncomfortable; it's the only way you grow." He turns to look at you and nods his head. Stepping up to the plate, you take your spot, raising your bat, eyes locked on Sammi, who is pitching. She gives you a look of pity, and you know she'll take it easy on you, at least. 

"Bat up." Coach growls. 

"It is up," you snap back. 

"If 'up' means hanging off your shoulder. It needs to be up higher. Fix your grip." 

You tighten your hands on the bat's base, nails nearly touching your palms as your hands turn white.

"Too tight, you're not strangling it." 

You huff out the air in your lungs, rolling your eyes. Just let me hit the ball, goddamnit. 

Sammi pitches the ball. It's a simple pitch, and you swing, barely ticking the ball; it doesn't even get air, hardly leaving the home base as it rolls back to her. Just great, I look like a peewee player in front of the coach. 

"Jenson, if you're gonna pitch. Pitch." he snaps. 

You watch as her face turns apologetic; great, no easy out this time.

"Fix your stance." a smack of his gum between his teeth follows his command. You can hear the wet smacking sounds, throwing you off concentration. He continues to throw useless advice your way each time you miss the ball. 

"You're off center."

Your patience is running thin, and you can see the players on the field becoming bored from the lack of action, just standing in the field and talking back and forth. 

"Ladies, look alive!" Coach booms, and they jump into their stance. 

Sammi nods at you, winding up to pitch; you lose all of the coach's advice, squaring up how you want. The swing is powerful, but the ball still whooshes by your bat and hits the fence behind the coach. 

You let the air out of your lungs, turning around to see Coach Cerulli looking right at you, arms crossed over his torso. You can see his brown eyes sparkling under his ball cap. 

"Nice hit," he says sarcastically. 

Tossing the bat, you walk off the field, tears stinging the back of your eyes and starting to burn your throat. You've had enough for one night. 

You can hear him bark orders to the team as the practice continues without you. Walking from the field, you walked around campus once, then twice; on your second lap, you realized you were halfway to your dorm and didn't have any of your gear. Your hands drag down your face in frustration, pushing your cap off your head. Your hair is sticky as you put the cap between your teeth and readjust the ponytail. Throwing the cap back on your head, you turn on your heel and head back to the field. 

Making your way back, you pass several teammates; keeping your cap down, you avoid their eye contact, but the sudden silence as you pass and the sad voices that follow behind your back don't go unnoticed.

Rachel caught sight of you, jogging up to meet you halfway walking backward as you continued your walk of shame to the field. 

"What's up? You walked off?" She has such sadness in her voice. She knows that you are sometimes too hard on yourself. You only have a little social life between studies and sports; your trip out of state lets you loosen up and gives you a good one-night stand. But it made you realize how much you hated having unsatisfactory sex with some drunk frat boy. 

"Rough time, that's all," you confess.

"I know you hate batting. I'm sorry." you only shrug your shoulders in response.

Coach Cerulli is tossing bags of extra bats and gloves next to the storage shed; the way he lifts the gear bag, throwing it over his shoulder, you catch his shirt ride up just a bit to reveal his tattooed torso.

"Need me to wait?" Rachel asks, offering a soft touch on your shoulder. 

"No. I got this." She jogs back to the campus as you enter the field. Turning at the dugout, not meeting the coach's eyes as he looks your way.

You are gathering your gear in your bag, trying not to make eye contact with the coach. The thunder is rumbling overhead again, closer than before; you can smell the rain coming. A heavy set of footsteps, and suddenly, he's clearing his throat behind you, your shoulders dropping in defeat.

"Sorry, coach." You keep your voice low and sincere. Feeling the pain in your throat again. Don't cry. Don't cry. 

"What's up with you out there?" The way he sounds less demanding, and the friendly tone in his words makes a lump form in your throat.

"I just get choked up."

"Why, you're here on a scholarship. Adams said you were the most dedicated player."

"And I am." You don't bother turning around. Tossing your glove and a few extra things into your bag.

"Didn't look like it today."

"People aren't perfect; not everyone can play every position you know." You turn around to face him; he's leaning against the dugout rail, ankles crossed, hands resting on the dark blue rail. 

"So, what is it that holds you back?"

"I just…. It's the crowd, the ump, and the pressure. The crowd is watching me, the team is watching me, and you're watching me." He adjusts his cap, turning his head to spit his gum out in the grass. 

"Grab your bat."

"What?" He kicks off the rail, stopping till he is only a foot in front of you. 

"You heard me. Grab your bat."

You scrambled for the bat as he walked back onto the field. You follow close behind, with no other teammates around the field that looks like it goes on for miles. Taking up your space next to home, you get ready to bat. 

You are barely set before he criticizes you. 

"Okay, first, your grip is too much." He stepped forward, putting his hands over yours, pulling your fingers loose from the neck, his large hands encasing your own as he helped re-grip the bat properly.

"Loosen up, spread your hands out a bit. There," the last word comes out as a soft whisper.

His brown eyes softened as he looked into your face, calloused hands brushing your skin; they were surprisingly well taken care of, the tattoos accenting every knuckle. The sweet smell of wintergreen off his breath, the fragrance winding up your insides. 

"Your feet," he circled around till he was standing behind you, twisting your body around till you could see him again; he tsked, circling the air with his finger for you to return to where you were.

 "You're always on your toes,” he complained.

His words were almost lost to the electricity in your brain; he squatted down behind you, one arm sliding between your legs to wrap around your thigh, a hand bracing on your knee, as his other massaged down my calf to have your heel flatten on the ground. 

"Now, for your hips." Coach's words sound scratchy; you can hear him swallow hard behind you. His hands ghost over your hips, carefully not to actually touch you. "You must bend at the waist and practically fold yourself in half."

"Arch my back?" you offer. He clears his throat the way it sounded like he was uncomfortable.

"Yeah, sounds about right." 

You adjust your hips arching your back, with your feet firmly planted against the ground, your cleats into the dirt, pushing your ass back. You feel yourself brush against his body, and he hisses.

"Easy there, tiger." 

"S-s-sorry." you stammer as you try to step back. His hands grab your hips and place you back in your stance. His body is so close you can feel the heat building on your skin; suddenly, you aren't distracted by nerves but by something else. 

"We aren't done; just watch it," he whispers. "You want to keep yourself firm in this spot until you're ready to swing."

A drop of warm water hits your arm, then another, and another. The rain starts to pour down in a gentle storm. 

"Shit." Coach releases your hips as you both jog back to the dugout. Safe under the awning, you lose footing on the last step, stumbling into the coach. He catches you, arms around your waist, as he stumbles back.

"Sorry," your voice barely audible over the rain tapping on the metal awning; you place your hands on his chest, feeling the stiff muscles underneath. Trying to push off to create distance between the two of you. Coach Cerulli's hands don't move as he looks down at you, those dark eyes glistening under the shadow of his cap. This close to him, your senses are overwhelmed with the smell of him-palo santo and amber, a rich blend like a robust coffee in one of those expensive coffee shops. 

His hands slid up your back, gently caressing over the upper part of your arms, stopping at your wrists and taking them in a grip before pulling your hands off his chest.

"Let's work on your hips some more. It looks like we've got the time." The way he says the words suggests he doesn’t mean anything about batting anymore. 

He spun you around so seamlessly, releasing your wrists to take your hips in the vice grip of his tattooed fingers. Pulling your body toward him, you could feel yourself make contact with his chest; he was so tall, the feeling of what was unmistakably his own arousal resting at your lower back. 

Flames licked into your lower belly as his hands tightened, then loosened on your hips. He started to move you, sliding your hips from left to right in slow motions. "Keep your feet planted on the floor." The harsh whisper in your ear made every part of your skin tremble with anticipation. 

You tried to steady your breathing as he moved you in slow motion against his body. Was this all a dream? Were you asleep in physics and about to be highly embarrassed when you woke up?

Your hands rested on his, trying to prove to yourself that all that was happening was real. Leaning back into his chest, he groaned as he pulled you in closer. 

"This is so wrong." your voice trembles as you speak.

"Very," he growled, kissing the soft flesh of your neck. "Tell me to stop, and I will." 

Fuck, please don't.

It wasn't a good idea to continue, but the feeling, the expert way his hands held you without touching anything intimate, made you melt. 

Leaning your head back into his chest, your face turned to him, desperate for his kiss. Sensing your desperation, Coach took the bill of his hat between two fingers, spinning the cap on his head so it faced backward. Closing in on your face, his full lips consuming your own, two fingers brushing your cheek, tapping twice, asking you to open. 

The second your jaw relaxed into the kiss, his tongue was assaulting your own. He tasted so good, that gum he'd been chewing and something nutty at the end filling your taste buds. 

You let your arm snake behind his head, cupping the back of his neck to bring him closer. One of his hands takes your breast and squeezes the flesh through your clothes, your nipples sensitive to the touch even through all the layers. His other hand slides over the front of your shorts, pushing between your thighs; your hips start to grind into his hand, desperate for friction, earning a sound of approval from the coach.

Pulling apart from each other, lips wet, red, and swollen, you were panting to catch all the air you'd lost in the kiss. 

"Brace yourself, tiger," he warned. 

Pushing hard against you, he shoved you forward till you folded over against the railing, his body pressed tightly against yours. Forcing your hands to grip the rail.

"Remember your grip." he teased, releasing his hold. His hands slid slowly down your sides, thumbs hooking into the band of your shorts to tug them and your panties down to your ankles. You gasped being exposed like this, the adrenaline of being caught coursing through your blood, the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears. 

He kicked your feet apart, having your legs spread till you could feel the resistance of your shorts tight around your ankles. He took your hips in his hands, bringing your ass against him again, "Remember your stance." the words going straight to your center as he nipped at your ear. 

His hands disappeared, and you let out a whine from losing his touch. He shuffled behind you, dipping his head in the crook of your neck to place soft kisses on your pulse point. His hand slid up the inside of your thigh, and feeling the muscles quiver under his fingers, you paused to consider what you were doing, your mind telling you that this was wrong. You'd get caught, and you'd be a disappointment to your parents. The thoughts of calling it off stopped when two fingers slid inside your warmth. His fingers scissored open and closed, swirling around before opening and closing again, stretching your walls with expert skills.

"So tight." He continued to whisper dark and dirty words as his fingers buried into you to the knuckle. The rough pressure pushes you forward and off your heels. Feeling your release boiling just under the surface, you start to grind down on his fingers as they thrust up into you, whimpering for more. You have started to lean over the rail, seeing the field's dirt and glancing down more to see both your feet and his. His pants at his ankles like yours, and the thought that his cock was out and ready for you, made you moan. 

He wraps his hand around your hair, still pulled into a ponytail under your cap; rolling the strands around his hand, tugging you back so his chest is pressed tight to your back, fingers still buried deep inside you.

"Say the word, and I'll stop."

Past the point of no return, you moan, rolling your hips into his hands, still chasing your release. He presses his face into your cheek, nose running through the hairline above your ear as he inhales your scent; it's feral, it's animalistic, it's so fucking hot. His lips press into your ear, and you feel his hot breath against her skin. "You gonna come for me, tiger?"

You barely managed to nod your head before he curled his fingers, pressing on that soft spot inside you, making your walls clench around his fingers. He lets out a strangled sound of approval and surprise, taking the slick of your orgasm to rub on his erection. His left hand cupped your ass before delivering a harsh slap to the skin, making you rock up onto your toes. 

He slides his length between your thighs, coating the head in everything left of your orgasm. Muscles in his chest are tight with anticipation and what you hope is desire. "Listen carefully, tiger," his voice breathless as he pants in your ear. "This is the only time I want you on your toes for me. Got it."

"Yes, coach." you gasp as his length slides into your warm center. He pumps slowly as you stretch around him, the hiss from your lips echoing across the field through the rain. "F-f-fuck." you moan. 

Bottoming out with hard thrusts, Coach's hands rested on the railing on top of yours, his fingers lacing between yours as he held you and the rail in a vice grip. Your bodies molded into each other so well you felt the hem of his jersey wrap around your thighs; god, if only you could take it home with you as a trophy for this. 

"I should stop," he was panting, his voice strained. "I'm gonna get fired." 

"Please," you begged, turning your head to see his beautiful flushed face, mouth agape, tufts of his black hair sticking out from under his cap. "I won't say anything, just please don't stop." 

"Fuck." he groaned, continuing to thrust into you, the force pushing you practically over the rail still on your toes, the muscles in your calves straining. Your thighs shook, the rain coming to an end as another tight coil wrapped itself in your belly, ready to snap.

"One more, give me one more, tiger," he growled, nipping at your earlobe. The scream as you clenched around him echoed off the field, causing him to clasp a hand over your mouth. "That's it. Scream for me." 

Your noises were muffled by his hand on your mouth, and the hot breath as he panted on your cheek brought another orgasm on the wave of the first. One final snap of his hips and warm ropes filled your body, and all the tension of his muscles was released in one minute. 

The magic of whatever you two did was gone when he pulled his softened cock from you, reaching down to pull up your shorts and letting you get them back on the rest of the way; you barely turned around, seeing him taking a little bounce to get back into his jeans. 

"Head out, tiger. I'll see you at tomorrow's practice." 

You nod briefly, grab your bag, sling it over your shoulder, and bat in the other hand. Just as you are about to leave the field, you turn around to see Coach sitting on the bench in the dugout, hands running through his sweaty black hair. 

"Coach?" you let the rasp fall off your tongue, and he turns to look your way. "Extra practice tomorrow night?" giving a wink to let him know what you mean. He doesn't skip a beat, a smile tugging at his lips. 

"It'll be a late practice. You game?"

"Anything for you, coach." you leave the comment in the air as you walk back to your dorm. 

Crashing into your dorm with shaky legs, you throw down your gear. 

"Whoa." Rachel commented, "You look brutal!"

"Thanks," you meekly respond, flopping onto the bed before curling up under the blanket. 

"What did he do to you?"

"Who?" you mumbled, feeling your eyelids start to get heavy.

"Coach. You look like he had you do suicides for leaving the field?"

"Nothing gets past you, Rach." you smiled as your body drifted to sleep. 

Several months later, and one game win thanks to you and a home run hit, Coach Cerulli announced his retirement. Disappointed but not surprised you accepted the new coach with open arms. She was sweet and spicy, a good coach, making your focus back on the game. The rumors were Coach moved states, you’d had his number but the digits disconnected a few weeks after his departure. 

Just as well, you thought.

 It was almost winter break, and a final due in Psychology had kept you up most nights, your body riddled with tension from the stress. 10 p.m., and you hadn't even bothered to try and sleep yet, your phone buzzed with a new text. Opening it up, it was a number you didn't recognize, but the message was clear. 

How you been, tiger?

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[yournecessaryevil]

Imagine...

...playing video games with Chris during your downtime on tour, the two of you trashtalking each other's playing...

"No way, old man. I can totally kick your ass!"

You shifted in your spot on the couch, tucking your legs under yourself, PS5 controller clutched between your hands.

The two of you were currently going head to head at one of the old Call of Duty games Chris had downloaded onto his console, and so far... it had been a back and forth of the two of you kicking each other's asses and sniping each other.

You always preferred playing as "Ghost" Riley, he'd always been your favorite of the boys. You had once joked with Chris that he and Konïg had a lot in common, with the two of them being tall as fuck, and it had kind of stuck, the tall masked man now being Chris's character any time the two of you played each other.

"Oh, bullshit. I'm gonna make you eat your words, you know," Chris shot back, raising a brow at you. You stuck your tongue out in retaliation, noticing the way one corner of his mouth twitched up into a tiny smirk in response.

"Brat."

"Bully," you shot back, grinning.

Chris placed a hand against his chest, pretending to be offended, even though you knew better. "Me? A bully? How dare you?" he said, unable to keep from grinning.

"You. Fucking. Shot me!" you protested.

"You made it too easy, find a better hiding spot next time," Chris countered, shrugging.

"See? Bully. Imma kick your ass this round, let's fucking go," you retorted, letting out a huff as you tightened your grip on the controller.

Chris laughed, picking up his own controller and reloading the menu to start a new game. "Alright, small fry, you have a 20 second head start," he told you, casting you a sideways look. "But," he added with a smirk, "if I find you, I snipe you."

With that, he loaded up the new round, before reaching up to cover his eyes with one hand. "Anddd.... go. Tick tock, pipsqueak."

Rolling your eyes at the nickname, you focused on the screen in front of you. As soon as you had your hiding spot, you cast a sideways glance at Chris to see if he'd been peeking, which, ever the gentleman he was, he had not.

"Time's up, let's go," he announced, uncovering his face to pick up his controller and start hunting you down. As you sat there and watched him, there was a knock on the break room door, and you looked over your shoulder to see Ricky poke his head into the room.

"Hey, you guys need to get ready, we're leaving in 10," he informed the two of you. You nodded, turning back around to watch the screen. "Give me one second, hunting Y/N down," Chris answered, his eyes focused on the game.

"Okay, but just-" Ricky started, when he was cut off by a laugh from his bandmate. "Ha! Game over, tiny. I win!" Chris announced, his statement followed by the sound of a gunshot from the screen.

"What??? NO-! Again, are you serious???" Your mouth hung open in disbelief, Chris's laughter still sounding from next to you.

"Better luck next time, small fry."

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[horrorolson]

To Be Yours (Deal pt2)

Part 1

The man, because he is a man now, (again?) reaches out, and you sigh as his hand brushes against your arm, real skin against real skin. You lean forward, your forehead meeting a solid chest made from flesh and bone, with a heartbeat beneath it. His arms come up to hold you against him, and they’re warm against your back. His head comes to rest atop yours, and you can feel the weight of it. His chest rises with each inhale and falls with each exhale that moves your hair just the slightest bit. You wrap your arms around him in turn, hyper aware of the slight scratch of his shirt against them, the way it scrunches beneath your hands.

You just stand there like that, just holding each other, until your feet start to hurt from standing still for so long. You shift between your feet, trying to be subtle, hoping he won't notice and let go of you.

After a minute of this he pulls back, raising an eyebrow in question. “My feet hurt.” You grumble in explanation, pushing your face back against his chest.

He laughs, pulling you closer against him, his arms squeezing you, strong, but obviously being careful with you. After another moment he pulls away, taking your hand. He leads you toward the sitting area, bypassing the couch and falling into the overstuffed chair you favor, pulling you down into his lap.

You smile and roll your eyes at his decision, though you certainly aren't going to complain. You settle into the chair with him, your legs thrown across his, your arms wrapped around his torso and head resting against his shoulder, your lips ghosting against the exposed skin of his neck. He sighs in contentment, one hand holding onto your legs, fingers spread across the skin of your thigh, the other moving to run through your hair, soothing you rather quickly to sleep.

After a few minutes of indulging in a good pout, perhaps even a slight mope, you pull yourself out of bed. As your brain finally starts to wake up a little, you realize you seem to have slept in your clothes from the night before and you can't seem to think of why you would have done that. In fact, now that you're actually thinking about it, you don't remember going to bed at all.

You wake the next morning tangled in the blankets of your bed just like every morning. You sit up, looking for Chris, wondering if the night before could have been just a dream. You flop back onto your mattress when you don't see him, glaring at your ceiling in your disappointment at waking up alone again.

You eventually wander toward the kitchen, in search of breakfast, and more importantly caffeine. You make it through the living room and are about to cross into the kitchen, when you freeze, backtracking as your brain catches up with your eyes.

Chris is asleep on your couch. While the couch is perfectly comfortable for you to lay on, Chris is taller than you by no small margin, leaving him almost comically squished onto the cushions. You stifle your laugh, thinking how sore he's going to be when he wakes up, and wondering why he didn't join you in the bed.

You turn and head back toward the kitchen, starting coffee, and taking stock of your breakfast options (you really should go grocery shopping soon). You settle for toast and spread, and a mug of coffee for yourself and the same for Chris, though you leave both his toast and coffee plain for now, not sure how he prefers them, or if he even knows himself.

You leave the food set out on the table and go to wake Chris. You kneel next to the couch, shaking your head again at how uncomfortable he looks. You reach out and brush a few strands of hair away from his face, quietly calling his name. His hand flies up to grab your wrist, his eyes snapping open. After a second he processes that it's just you and he relaxes, releasing your wrist, a smile sliding onto his face. You start to apologize but he shakes his head, waving it away. “Good morning.” He whispers into the space between you, his voice gravely from sleep, and you find yourself again wishing he was there when you woke up, though breakfast would have likely been much later in the day if he had been.

“I made breakfast.” You whisper back, “Well. I half made breakfast. I have no clue what you like to eat. So right now it's plain toast and black coffee.”

He laughs and unfolds himself from the couch, groaning as he stretches, his back making a truly impressive series of pops that you're certain would have made you lightheaded.

As he sets about fixing his breakfast to his tastes (you can't quite decide if he knows exactly what he wants or if he's just picking things at random), you sit and sip your coffee, feet propped up onto one of the spare chairs. After he finally seems finished and also sits, your curiosity finally gets the better of you, and you ask why he slept on the couch when he would have been much more comfortable in the bed.

He finishes chewing his bite of toast before responding, “You fell asleep, and I knew you'd be more comfortable in your bed. I didn't want to assume I would be welcome.”

You reach across the table and take his hand in yours. “It was very considerate of you, but I wouldn't have agreed to your deal, to be yours, if I didn't want you with me.” He squeezes your hand with a nod and a quiet, "ok." and you let go, both refocusing to your breakfasts.

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A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 10 of ?

Hi guys!

Apparently, I got more ideas, so who knows how many parts we have left, lol. Enjoy! <3

Warnings: none.

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“Why tell me first?”

Lexus’s point of view

That’s what I was asking myself before I did it, but now, hearing the question out loud, it was even more complicated to answer it. For the moment I felt like I could trust him with this secret, but now I realized it was a way to give me courage. Yes, the papers were already signed before he got here, but my mind couldn’t fully process that my marriage was officially done.

“Don’t think I did it so you could feel better about this situation. Or to give you any hints. You brought this up in our conversation and I had the need to let you know.”

“Do you want to talk about it? Maybe it will help you somehow.”

“It’s a lot to say, and now it’s not the time.”

“What about tonight at dinner?”

I expected him to shoot his shot, but not this fast.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Ricky.”

“Look, I promise you it’s not a date. We are just two friends who have a lot to catch up. And one more promise, I won’t try to do anything, without your consent, of course.”

A little laugh escaped my lips, which made his eyes shine a little with hope. That part of him that could win the heart of every woman did not change.

“Alright, I guess talking while having dinner won’t hurt us. But it’s not a date.”

“Noted. I’ll pick you up at 8.”

Ricky’s point of view

Saying that I was on cloud nine would not compare to the feelings I had at that moment. I closed the door of the office behind me, hoping it was not a dream. When I was close to the lobby, I heard a very familiar voice – it was Corey.

“Hey Ricky, didn’t expect to see you here.”

We know each other for some time now, so we were no strangers. I can’t count how many concerts or tours we did together.

“Happy to see you, man. Yeah, Motionless signed with Lexus today. We will be here a lot.”

I could feel how weird it was for the both of us. Lexus’s now ex-husband talking with her ex-friend with benefits.

“Congrats, but be careful, she will work the shit out of you.”

The whole thing was weird, and I waited patiently for him to leave me alone. But then I was stricken by a question – why was Corey here? I was trying to find something else to say, maybe to find the answer to this question, but I was glad he did it first.

“Well, I have to go now, need to get some documents from Lexus. But actually, I wanted to talk to you for a long time.”

“Talk about out?”

“There’s a lot to say, and I don’t want to risk being heard by Lexus. How about meet me at the café around the corner in 10 minutes?”

“Sure, I’ll see you there.”

He went towards Lexus’s office without adding anything else. There was nothing in my mind about what he wanted us to talk about. I get that he is upset, maybe angry with this situation, but I hoped he was not blaming their divorce on me.

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While I was waiting in the café, my mind made a lot of bad scenarios. What if he thinks she cheated on him with me? Does he know we lost contact for years, way before they got married? Did our contract make him think she knew we were coming and that’s why she signed their divorce papers today? I was truly afraid and for a moment I was about to go home, when I saw Corey coming in my direction.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting. It’s a really delicate situation.”

The only thing I did was to nod and to get a little sip from my coffee. It hasn’t been a minute yet, but my anxiety was over the top.

“I guess you know already that Lexus is going to be the star of our conversation. Don’t worry, you’re not involved in it. All I’m just trying to do is to warn you.”

“What do you mean?”

“As you were the only one to come out of the office, I’m sure she told you the news about our divorce. Again, I know you don’t have anything to do with this.”

“Yes, she said she signed the papers today.”

“Right… Let’s just say that if you want to try again with her, I don’t mind it. It hurts, of course, but if she’s happy, I will be happy for her as well. Especially because I haven’t seen her smile in a long time.”

“But she said that you both agreed to divorce. Because things were not working out between you two.”

“If it was for me, I would’ve never divorced her. I love her and our daughter with my whole being. She was the only one who thought this was the only solution.”

As I was hearing two completely different stories, I tried to see which one made more sense. Corey was devastated and even now he talked about Lexus with so much care and love, while she had no feelings left for this man.

“Look, Corey, I’m sorry for this. I never wished something like that would happen to you. The problem is, I truly don’t understand why am I here.”

“Because I analyzed everything from the moment, I met her until now. You know what I noticed? The things that happened between you two are still affecting her to this day.”

“This can’t be possible. In this case, she wouldn’t’ve married you in the first place.”

“She did it because she found in me something you did not have at the time: stability. I told her I wanted to get married, to have kids, and saw in me exactly what she wanted to have with you.”

Apparently, I was implicated in their marriage without knowing it. Maybe not even Lexus acknowledged it. I ran my hand through my hair, thinking how badly I fucked up her life.

“Ricky, listen to me. If you want her back, this time in a serious way, think really good about it first. She has a child now, my child. Fooling around is not something she would do now. Only do it if you are ready to love her and to make her happy. I don’t know if she can go through that pain again.”

“Why do you think she would actually want me back in her life?”

He laughed a little, even though he had tears forming in his eyes.

“Because she never loved me. Yes, she cared about me, but the feeling of love was reserved already by you. She married me thinking she would finally forget you, but apparently, it was not the case. Her heart is still full of you, Ricky.”

[holding-on-to-smoke]

thanks for the pic pookie @motionless-in-blue-socks

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MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK (Chris Motionless x F!reader)

I am currently sitting at the bar in a crowded night club. My boyfriend, Chris just got back from tour with his band, so I decided to come out with him and the guys. The problem is, he has been ignoring me all night. That is why I am sitting across the room from him.

Suddenly a guy with red spikey hair sits beside me. I simply ignore him, I mean he is cute but I'm not here to be hit on by strangers. Then again, making Chris jealous might just get me the attention I crave from him. So I strike up a conversation.

Ten minutes later, the guy isn't exactly flirting, but telling jokes, making me laugh my ass off. Apparently Chris noticed because I was suddenly pulled off my stool and yanked out of the club. 

" what the fuck, Chris?" I shout, yanking my arm from his grip.

" I should ask you the same thing," he retorts, gritting his teeth. " what the fuck are you doing, flirting with a complete stranger in front of me and my friends"

" well I had to get your attention somehow " I answer smugly 

"What?" He ask, looking genuinely confused " you did that on purpose, to make me jealous

" well, maybe. Did it work?" I ask holding in a laugh

He then steps toward me, grabbing hold of my chin and connecting our lips. I kiss back deeply, tangling my fingers in his dark locks. After a few minutes, we pull away for air.

" I'm so sorry babe, I didn't mean to ignore you. This past tour was crazy and we have to start on the new album. It's not you I swear" he says sweetly, still holding me in his arms

" I know. I've just been so lonely without you and I was looking forward to being alone with you for a while" I confess

" you're right. " he says looking down at me " maybe I need a break. We could get away for a few days"

" really?" I ask looking deep into his gorgeous eyes

"yeah, if you want to" he answers smiling

" I'd love that" I say simply

" good, let's get out of here " he says taking my hand and leading me to the car.

My boyfriend's back!

[sweeter0da]

Him and this god damn milk carton