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Motionless in White One Shots/Preferences

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

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Thirty-Five (nsfw)

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, online bullying, panic attacks, stalking, mental health issues.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.

To read from the beginning, check out the Masterlist Here!

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Once dinner was over, Talia went back to Vinny’s, staying with Chris and Ricky was not going to happen. Being around the two of them was entirely far too tempting for her, and it wasn’t just physical. Being around them, she was drawn to them, both of them. Sitting there in her bed thinking back to the last couple of weeks, when she was around Chris, she always felt so vibrant, so alive. He made her feel joy in living again, when she realised now that for so many years, she’d just been going day by day, just putting one foot in front of the other. She’d been living her life, as if she were, an echo of herself, ever since she managed to leave the institute. 

What did that say about her life, everything she’d done? Her friends, her family? Oh, no, she knew what it said about her family. Her blood family anyway, they hadn’t mattered to her since before they’d forced her into that institute. Looking back, she felt like she was a better person for that. Her family had always put too much stock in money, and where people stood in the social classes, it was one of the reasons that they weren’t allowed to bring friends on their snow trips. Saying family only might have seemed a bonding experience, but from her memories, it always felt like a way to push down those that they felt were ‘lesser’ than they were. Talia would have preferred to stay home for her holidays with her friends, any time, but she never got that choice, always dragged along, every year. Sure, there were plenty of trips that she actually enjoyed, but that didn’t mean she didn’t wish she didn’t wish for things to be different.

Her life before the institute, her life before everything had been turned on its head, before her family questioned her sanity, had always been privileged. Sometimes admitting that made her feel, disgusting. It made her feel, repulsive, like she didn’t deserve anything that she had in her life, anything that she’d had before.

For Talia, while her tattoo had destroyed her life in so many ways, it had also freed her from her family too. Freed her from them, from their expectations, from the way they would bind her and trap her to their ways, without any escape from the way they wanted her to live their lives. The problem was, looking back now, she hadn’t really, had she? She’d been living for so many years, under that shadow, the shadow of what they had done to her, hiding in herself, and withdrawn from how she really felt about it all. Not telling a soul? How was that free at all. She might have gone out, looked like she was living freely with her friends, her found family, her new life, her new home, her new freedom, but she’d still been trapped.

She’d blamed the tattoo and how other people reacted to it for so long, first there had been the jealousy at school, high school, college. Whether they believed her or not didn’t matter, people that once called her friends suddenly treated her like she was a freak, like she was mental. Oh, Talia thinks always thought she’d better than us, she has to have a famous soulmate, and went out of their way to crush her down, each and every day. It went from person to person, and she had felt so alone if it went for Ava, Jordan and Kyle, why they’d stuck by her, she’d never really understand, but they had. She asked them once, and all Ava had done was shrug and say that when she’d needed her, Talia hadn't blinked, nope, she hadn’t blinked about helping her. Sure it hadn’t been about soulmates, it had been about losing her parents, but Talia had always been there for her, supported her, so why wouldn't she be right by her side when she needed her too, no matter whatever the reason, ever.

Yet she’d been hiding, hiding in the shadows of her life, hadn’t she? Telling herself it was because everyone treated her differently because of her tattoo had been far too easy. When she tried to meet new people or date, most of them were just looking for their soulmates, and she could never be that, so it was, always, wrong. There was always an excuse not to put herself out there, not to take risks, and yet, now here she was. She was terrified, not sure if she was ready to take such a risk on Ricky, and Chris.

While Ricky didn’t want her, her soulmate tattoo was just as it had always had been, nothing but a nuisance to her. Now with the change that Chris might be involved, she wasn’t sure what that was going to do to the situation. Ricky seemed to think Chris would want her, but Ricky had kissed Chris himself before even considering they’d be connected, right? Chris certainly didn’t seem to have had a problem with that either, what if she didn’t need to be a part of the equation at all? The very thought sent a searing feeling she could only consider contributing to pain to her tattoo, breathing through it, it hurt more than it ever had before. Talia didn’t want to lose… she didn’t want to lose either of them. Yes, she knew Ricky didn’t want her, and what Chris wanted, she didn’t know that yet. Yes he'd kissed her so eagerly, but that was a kiss. A kiss was easy, a soulmate? A soulmate was so much more than a kiss. They didn’t even know what was truly happening with his soulmate tattoo. Maybe it would have no connection to their, but considering the sensations involved, it seemed unlikely.

Just thinking about this afternoon with them, the joy, laughing over cooking dinner, teasing Ricky over his dessert, it calmed her down enough for the scorching pain in her tattoo to ease. Considering how painful it had been, she was sure that it had happened faster than ever before. She shivered, however, just thinking about the dinner, and everything that had happened during it, most noticeably, the end… dessert. Ricky bringing out his dessert. 

Thanking about that moment, that moment that they’d sat there eating his dessert, those messily decorated strawberries, the chocolate smearing her lips. Remembering the way she had spied, the way Chris watched as she licked over them, his eyes following the movement of her tongue over her lip as she swiped at the chocolate. Talia felt her face flush with a tingle of warmth flush through her all over again. Only this time it felt like so much more than her just her face when she’d blushed seeing Ricky watching her lick her lips as well. Both men had had their eyes trained on her last night, and laying there in her bed, all she could think about, was imagining them watching her now.

The need that rushed through her now was like a thrum of heat, and the tingle in her tattoo was no match for it this time. Before, Talia had been struggling to handle the feelings in her tattoo when this happened, the intensity. This time, she swore that thinking about the way both Ricky and Chris looked at her last night, closing her eyes with a soft groan, her fingers slipping down into her slip shorts, it was no match. A whimper escaped her at the aching throb she felt burning between her thighs, her fingertips slipping under the flimsy material to find herself already wet just thinking about them. Gasping, why was she so surprised, these men had been consuming her thoughts for, for far longer than she wanted to admit.

Stroking her thumb over her clit, her thighs confined in her shorts but far too wrapped up in this feeling to give thought to taking them off right then, so just gave in to how far she could move. Her fingers rubbing along her slit, on sliding into her with a groan as she rubbed over nerves as thought about the feeling of Chris lips on hers. How would it feel to have him be the one touching her like this? Thinking about his finger pressing inside of her, his tongue circling her clit instead of her thumb.

“Chris.”

His name escaped her with a moan as she pressed a second finger inside herself. Feeling the way her inner walls fluttered just at the thought of Chris fingers inside of her. Of course, as the sensation washed over her completely, the fingers of her other hand twisting in the sheets of the bed, a shudder running down her spine. Talia’s hips arched slightly into her touched as she pumped her fingers inside herself, rubbing against her sensitive skin, moaning, chasing her pleasure. Her eyes fluttering closed as she just gave herself over to the thought of it being Chris there with her, Chris fingers inside of her. Ricky kneeling on the bed beside her, her other hand moving from the bed and massaging her breast over her top in his place, his voice low, and rough whispering against her ear,

“You like that Sweetheart, look at you, such a good girl, going to come for us, aren’t you?”

Keening at the sound of his voice, oh god, it was so different hearing it now, so different when she wasn’t fuelled by the panic of the tattoo. The tingle in her neck was still there, reminding her, but it wasn’t ruling over her body, it didn’t feel like it was controlling pushing her this time. Not when her fingers curled inside of her and she heard Chris this time.

“Going to come for us, aren’t you, Baby?”

The moan that ripped from her throat at his question, hearing that, would Chris even call her that, oh god, please, please,

“Daddy, please!”

Rubbing at her clit furiously, imagining Chris mouth on her, his fingers inside of her, pressing at that spongy spot against her inner walls as she cried out when she almost wailed as she came undone on her own fingers.

Panting for breath, blinking her eyes open as she came crashing back down to earth. While consciously Talia knew she’d been alone this entire time, all the same, the effect was jarring as she glanced to where she had imagined them for those barest of moments, wishing they were there, and her bed was empty. Her hand slid from her breast, the other slipping out of her shorts with a whimper. She to god, if that was the tattoo making her hallucinate, that was a whole new layer of freaky, and she was going to scream. No, no, she wasn’t going to consider that, it was just her over active imagination and two irresistibly sexy men staring at her over chocolate covered strawberries, that was what had done it.

Oh god, she needed to cool off.

After a few deep breaths, she climbed out of bed, took a moment to change her underwear for comforts sake and made her way to the bathroom. Washing her hands in some cool soothing water, she then continued to splash some against her face, looking at her flushed warm features in the mirror.. What had she gotten herself into?

It was as she's walking back to her room, that was Talia runs into Ava, who seemed to making her way towards the kitchen.

“Can’t sleep either? Just getting a glass of water.”

Shrugging her shoulders a little,

“Bit of a strange dream actually, needed to splash some water on my face.”

Smiling softly to Ava then, but at the same time, her stomach twisted at yet another little white lie. She was always doing that, twisting the truth just enough to be tell the truth, but not tell her the entire truth..

“Actually, no.”

Sighing, no she couldn’t keep doing this, she needed to tell her the truth, she needed to tell her everything, finally. Maybe even Kyle and Jordan, but she could have those conversations later, this one she needed to have first.

“Not quite anyway, Ava, can we talk?”

Dividers: @saradika-graphics (roses) @cafekitsune (MDNI)

[argentangelhelps]

hi! i was wondering if i could get some faceclaim help. this may be a little too difficult to answer, so i'll understand if you come back with no response. it's fine, i'll completely understand.

i was wondering if you could help me with a faceclaim that would go well with chris motionless/chris cerulli. i was really in between claire estabrook, evelyn claire, cervena fox, or krista keehus. but, none of them really speak to me that much - so preferably i'd like someone around the ages of 26-35 years old with tattoos. though, i should also mention that the character will be a 🌽⭐️. though, that doesn't mean i need models/actresses who have experience in that field. if you could help me, that would really mean a lot, but if not thank you for helping regardless.

i should also mention i would like for the faceclaim to be either goth or alternative. though, i am extremely picky. i don't really like taylor momsen nor do i like the egirl aesthetic. i would also like to mention i would prefer for the people in the response to have plenty of recourses.

honestly the hardest part here is probably having resources!

maika monroe specifically in her role in god is a bullet, might work. it's her only role where she has tattoos but her character is heavily tattooed.

i hesitate to say halsey might work, whether or not you consider her look to be alternative is really up to you.

chloe cherry doesn't have the alt aesthetic, but she does have the sex work experience so i'll put her here as im scrapping the bottom of the barrel.

unfortunately other than that, i'm not sure i know of anyone who fits the bill. sorry i couldn't be of more help.

if i come up with anyone else or someone submits other options i'll reblog this post with a follow up.

[dracomalfoyswifey]

Motionless In White Preferences

(P.S. Inspired by @alilpunkrock by her amazing MIW Preferences that is her series on her page. I’m in no way or shape a great writer like her or other fanfic authors but I’ll try my greatest to deliver my best writing to you Creatures. Enjoy!)

How they asked you out...😁

Justin: He will always remember how you came up with the idea of pranking Vinny by putting hair dye in his shampoo bottle the day before they went home from touring. Vinny freaked out and blamed it on Ryan who took the fall and blame thinking it was funny as hell. By the way, Vinny should never have black hair. That’s when he knew he was in love with you.

Chris: That one time where you two were just hanging out and there was a couple of fangirls following the two of you so you’d thought you’d give them a show. He loved how you pinned him up against the side of the bus and smashed your lips against his. Ever since then you two were a couple.

Ricky: It wasn’t a happy moment but it definitely made him think of you more than a sister kind of way. It was a normal day and everything was ordinary when your boyfriend broke up with you. In a text. Ricky happened to come back early from the lunch he and the guys had to check up on you when he found you crying in a puddle of tears and tissues. He comforted you and confessed his feelings.

Vinny: It was during the show day when Vinny found a abandoned basketball outside by the bus tire. He thought he’d be all slick and a show off to impress you. Well he failed miserably and fell on his butt. You rushed over to make sure he was fine and he will never forget how the sun shined in your eyes and your hair glistening beautifully around your gorgeous face that he loves to kiss so much. When he asked you out on a date, you though he had a concussion but he proved you wrong with a kiss.

Ryan: Of course, being a gamer takes concentration and determination. He was in his final round in Halo playing against AJ. He wasn’t listening to you as he had asked about your day when you sat by him watching him play. You decided that enough is enough and kissed him to grab his attention. He was taken back but kissed back. How could he say no to his crush? He asked you out when you two pulled away.

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You Don’t Scare Me (Chris Motionless) (Motionless In White)

Word Count: 720

CHRIS

I loved y/n, she was perfect. Ever since her cousin Vinny set us up we’d been inseparable. We knew everything about each other, including our likes and our fears. But y/n had one fear I couldn’t quite understand. She had a fear of car washes, whenever her car needed cleaning she’d make me go.

“Hey, Vinny I have a quick question about y/n. Why does she have a fear of car washes?”

Vinny shushes me before closing the kitchen door cutting us off from y/n and the rest of the band who were watching a movie.

“It’s a touchy subject for her. But I guess if you really want to know Chris then I’ll tell you.”

I nod and Vinny hops up onto one of the stools.

“y/n was really close to her parents and stuck to them like glue. One day she fell asleep in her car seat and her parents went to a car wash. They left y/n sleeping in the car while the car went through. y/n woke up and got scared, it also didn’t help that one of the wipers malfunctioned causing the car to be shaken around. y/n’s been afraid of them ever since.”

I assumed it was going to be a silly reason behind her fear, but it sounded like y/n was affected pretty badly. Now I felt like it was my mission to help her get over this fear.

~Next Day~

Y/N

Chris said the two of you were going out for a drive which you didn’t mind because you liked driving around with him.

“Chris you really need to get your car washed at some point.”

Chris nods from the driver seat before turning into a gas station. You saw on the dashboard that the car had enough fuel, so you couldn’t understand why Chris was here. But before you could question him he locked the car doors and drove towards the dreaded car wash.

“Chris this isn’t funny. I really don’t like these things.”

You clutch your seatbelt for dear life.

“Vinny told me what happened years ago y/n. This time, you won’t be alone because I’m by your side.”

Chris reaches over the console and takes one of your hands and draws circles which always calmed you down. It was a nice gesture but you were still internally freaking out.

“If anything bad happens in there Chris I’m throwing you in first and running.”

“Deal y/n.” He chuckles while steering the car into the car wash.

The machine comes to life and you’re transported back to your childhood. Your parents didn’t want to wake you up so they left you in the car. Shutting your eyes, you try to get your breathing under control as loud noises erupt all around you.

“It can’t hurt you y/n. I won’t let it hurt you, don’t let it scare you anymore.”

You try to focus on the calmness in Chris’s voice if he wasn’t scared maybe everything would be okay.

“You don’t scare me…you don’t scare me…you don’t scare me…you—“

“You don’t scare me.”

Chris cuts off your chant making you open your eyes. He smiles warmly at you, most guys would have made fun of you but Chris wasn’t mocking you. No one else had ever tried to help you get over your fear, but Chris was giving up his time to make you feel better.

“Why are you helping me, Chris?”

“Because I love you y/n, and together we help each other through difficult times.”

Forgetting where you were for a second, you take off your seatbelt and lean over the console to kiss Chris. He laughs against your lips before kissing back. You wrap your arms around his neck and part your lips so Chris could deepen the kiss.

The car comes to a stop a couple minutes later forcing you to pull away from Chris who was grinning like a mad man.

“You did it, babe, you just conquered your fear.”

You look around the car and see that it’s still intact as were you and Chris. The car wash hadn’t hurt you.

“If making out with my boyfriend in a car wash helped me overcome my fear, then we should have done this much sooner.”

Chris laughs as you throw your arms in the air dramatically.

[the-house-of-the-nine]

Looking for Contact: Lazarius Kash’ebahl

NAME: Lazarius Kash’ebahl

NICKNAME/TITLE: High Inquisitor, The Serpent

AGE: 288 RACE: Sin’dorei / Quel’dorei ( Ask its a long history. )

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Hetero

MARITAL STATUS: Single

SERVER: Wyrmrest Accord

FACE CLAIM: Chris Cerulli AKA Chris Motionless

Physical Appearance

HAIR: Dark Chestnut Brown

EYES: Pure Black

HEIGHT: 72″

BUILD: Slender / Gaunt / Lithe

TATTOOS: A helix pattern looking like scales covers his enter upper body, neck to wrist.  Scattered throughout are runic markings much like the Shal’dorei but void in nature.  Several words written in Shath’yar are also on his back and stomach.

PIERCINGS: Four Silver Hoops in each ear long the lobe, a gauged plug in the lobe with a fifth silver hoop through that.  His ears are sheathed with a pair of sterling Shal’dorei ear covers.

JEWELRY: Left hand: Silver braided pinky ring, Silver braided thumb ring, and an onyx braided middle finger ring with a violet amethyst stone. Right hand: A sterling silver sheath covers his index finger, it is clawed with a razor edge.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A scar runs from his clavicle to his belly button where his chest was opened during surgery.  Both hands are wrapped in an ethereal shimmering void cloth.  If he were to remove them, the left hand is missing and the right hand is missing half the pinky and ring finger.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:  None

Personal

PROFESSION: Philanthropist / Economist / Owner and Operator of “Curiosities & Collections” an rare book, antique and unique item shop within Old Town: Stormwind.  Heir of the Kash’ebahl Estate one of the largest Silk, Spice, and Artifact distributors in Quel’thalas.

HOBBIES: Playing Hearthstone, wood carving, playing the lyre.

RESIDENCE: Stormwind City; Old Town //   The Bastille; Azjol Nerub

BIRTHPLACE: Quel’thalas

PATRON DEITY: The Void

FEARS: Drowning (He can’t swim.)

Relationships

SPOUSE: None

CHILDREN: Brinys Duskflame (Unknown to all but Verzatea Duskflame)

PARENTS:  Father: Pytharius Kash’ebahl (deceased), Mother: Avarina Kash’ebahl (deceased),

SIBLINGS:  Twin Sister: Pyravari Kash’ebahl (deceased; raised) Brother: Valla Kash’ebahl (SEEKING SOMEONE TO RP, missing presumed deceased), Sister: Siida Kash’ebahl.

OTHER RELATIVES: None Known

COMPANION:  Rash’jahla; a hex eyed serpent that is always near him, though you may not see her.

Traits

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / callous / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

Additional Information

Lazarius is a very diverse character.  His roleplayed life has stretched from TBC to Current WoW.  The being he is now is a result of the 10+ years he has been written.  As such, yes he has multiple alias’ and yes he does operate within Horde and Alliance.

He’s surprisingly loyal to those who have gained his trust and have either joined his order, or become a well respected member of his personal life.  Lazarius does not just jump into a relationship or friendship with anyone.  He takes his time to begin learning about them.  But once he has earned you loyalty and you his, he will in return be fiercely protective.

RP HOOKS

Old Gods- Not as much these days due to his shift in tone, but Lazarius has always been a follower of N’Zoth and the Old ones.  He still respects the power that they command and ultimately will advise caution to anyone who associates with them.  But he does still know quite a large deal of information on them.

Void Teaching- Lazarius has taught many students over his lifetime.  Some of the most recent are Meiona Briggs, Sennaris Dal’talah and Zalra Azurestar.  Lazarius is an authoritative figure in the realm of gravitational / dimensional / and construct magics.  A side of void energy and shadow that is vastly overlooked.

Shadow Ops- As an Inquisitor and former hand to the Mistress of The Nine, Lazarius keeps a series of what he calls “Shades” at his disposal.  He is always looking for new informants who seek to earn coin and distribute their information. 

Anything! - I am always willing to start an RP with an idea.  Lazarius does have a softer side.  And is not just a gloom and doom villain. 

Availability

Most weekend nights after 7:30 PM EST in game

Tumblr is Always Available and Encouraged.

Discord is my preferred method because I am actively writing with other members of The Nine constantly.  And my activity level there is much quicker thanks to mobile.  Please feel free to drop me a friending! thehouseofthenine#2795

[join-anchorage]

We have a wide variety of wanted connections available from familial to platonic and even intriguing miscellaneous connections like psychiatrists and ex-roommates are needed to foster some brilliant relationships within our group and we’d love for you to join us! We are in search of muses from the ages of 21-50+ and many diverse, POC faceclaims have been requested, and some faces members are looking for include —

DAVEED DIGGS, VANESSA MORGAN, THANDIE NEWTON, DICHEN LACHMANN, ALISHA BOE, ZAZIE BEETZ, LYRICA OKANO, PARK SOOYOUNG ( JOY ), KIM TAEYEON

ALEXA DAVALOS, SYDNEY SWEENEY, LILY JAMES, ANDY BIERSACK, CHRIS CERULLI ( CHRIS MOTIONLESS ), YUNGBLUD, HUNTER SCHAFER, ANNE HATHAWAY

For as long as anyone can remember, the tourist town of Primm, Nevada has been stifled by its founding families. Its citizens discouraged from their expression of individuality, their every move is carefully watched. Or else, they might be abducted into worlds unknown behind the doors of the dreaded Mental Estate, dubbed for its hearsay effect on the mind. Of those who have gone missing, only one has ever come out. Many rebellions have tried and failed, one of which Alister Warhol crushed in his own dreaded hands. But Primm is not without its blind spots. Those who work against them come out in the night, fueled by the belief their voice should not be stifled and following the code of 747: a number of divine existence that reminds them they are on the right path and that despite their struggles, the journey is well worth it. While the Warhols and Lieseils hide behind their wealth and the blood   feud rages onward, mysterious tourists pour in with curious intentions   and the residents uninvolved remain oblivious to the obscure   malevolence.

Primm HQ is an appless, psychological thriller-southern gothic small town roleplay group based in Nevada and inspired by Palaye Royale’s lore. Focused on character development, plot drops and relationship-building, we offer a plethora of skeletons ( with semi-app ) and equally encourage OCs to join us -- and no prior knowledge of the lore is necessary in order to join. We’re looking for writers and muses who would like to witness character growth in an environment comfortable for those with lax and busy schedules alike, plotters and those who prefer organically-composed connections. We would absolutely love to welcome you and send you as much love as possible!

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[vinnymauro-chenzomauro]

Can we see some of your writing? You don't have to post it if you want.

Sure, here you go. It’s from a fan fiction, if you don’t mind:“I’m Vinny. I can feel what you’re feeling right now. I can feel the feelings of this entire room. Very tense. Very, very tense. I can also influence feelings as well. The only cool thing about me is that I’m part dragon. I’m the last of my kind,” The smallest male said. He was about 5’5” with shoulder length light-ish brown hair. He had light hazel, greyish eyes that looked almost snake-like as they shifted under certain lights. He had a slight tan from being in the sun so much, as I presume. His smile was as bright as, if not brighter, than the sun. He wiggled his nose like a bunny and looked to the guy Andy introduced as Chris.“I’m Chris Cerulli or Motionless whichever you prefer. I’m a vampire,” The tallest one smiled at me and showed vampire-like teeth. He was tall and lanky with jet black hair that looked like that of a dog’s when you give it a bath, greasy and messy all at the same time. Behind him were four or five others just like him.“I’m Joshua Balz. B-A-L-Z is how you spell my last name. I know, I know, you can tease me about it but that’s my real last name. There’s no getting around it now that the government has fallen due to that douchebag president, Donald trump. All of my friends call me just plain Balz. I am just really strong,” A bald, tattooed man said, stepping out from behind Chris. A woman stepped out from behind him. She was just as tattooed as him. “This is my wife Ryan-Ashley, she’s just a normal human being.” “I’m Ryan. I’m normal too,” A man with dark black hair and piercing brown eyes told me. He smiled as a woman stepped out from behind Ryan. She was a little heavier set with straight brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She had an amazing smile and she seemed nice enough. “This is my girlfriend Samantha. But you all can call her Sammie.”“I’m just a normal person as well. My name is Richard Olson, people call me Ricky. But only my friends can call me Ricky,” This man had the same piercing blue eyes as Sammie. He was small and lanky. Ricky had dark hair with blonde roots. He looked around the warehouse and tapped his foot against the ground.“Come on Rick, stop being so nervous. This place is amazing and Phoenix seems like a nice enough woman. Come on Rick, calm down or do I have to calm you down?” Vinny shot a glare at Rick and he stopped, straightening up. I flinched at the sound of the word woman.“Phoenix is actually one of our male members. He’s an amazing warrior and can not transition because of the war. He was going to transition once but the hospital we were at was ransacked by a whole bunch of criminals on their way to Seattle a few years back. But he’ll get his transition one day. We’re sure of that. But for now, he’s an amazing, bigender soul with the body of a much more feminine person,” Jinxx wrapped an arm around my waist and I nodded lightly. The group nodded back and smiled.“I’m Devin Sola. I can see and hear ghosts. That’s why my friends call me Ghost. You guys can call me Ghost as well. Actually, I’m like Phoenix, except I want to be a female. So if you would be so kind and use feminine pronouns for me pease,” A small-ish man with a whole bunch of Tim Burton tattoos waved at me. I nodded and looked at all of them. They were all seemingly good people and I hoped for the best that they didn’t have to stay here long, a large crowd around me is never a good idea.“So, what’s your story bodyguards? It seems like all of you have a story that you want to tell,” I walked them over the a set of tables and chairs. Balz pushed the heavy-they were roughly a hundred pounds of industrial strength steel-tables together. He brought up all of the chairs necessary for my new bodyguards plus Jinxx and I. We all sat down in unison and I waited for someone to start the story. Finally Chris opened his mouth to speak. “We came here all the way from Canada, originally from Pennsylvania. We were sheltered by the Wild Ones up there. To be quite honest, I don’t know why I chose Canada, I just did. It seemed like the best option for us. We could be tracked down through CODIS and NDIS or some software like that. I couldn’t take that risk, so all of our fingerprints have been burned off. All of us escaped, and are escaping, persecution in Pennsylvania. I was going in for charges of murder. Apparently I had killed a police officer while trying to escape the psychiatric ward I was in. Balz and Ryan Ashley were going in for assault. They had apparently beat up a woman who had been calling Ryan Ashley names all night,”“She called me a cunt and a bitch what else was I supposed to do? Just walk away? I had to do something. So, I decked her in the face. There is no apparently about it. I decked her and it meant something. That whore deserved it. She even called Balz a fucking freak of nature. I didn’t need that skank bringing my baby down. He was a world champion weight lifter. He’s not a freak of nature. He’s my pumpkin and finance,” Ryan Ashley interjected and Chris rolled his eyes.“Can I continue my story hot stuff? Or do you want to tell it,” Chris bared his fangs and hissed lowly, like an angered cat. Ryan Ashley shrinked up and went quiet. Balz stood up slightly and Chris hissed at him as well. His eyes became red and snakelike. “Why do you have to talk to her like that, Chris? Do you really hate her that much,” Balz looked at Chris and Vinny made a gesture. Chris and Balz went misty eyed before they sat back down in their respective chairs. Even Ryan Ashley went momentarily misty eyed. Jinxx widened his eyes and nodded a bit. Like he was making a mental note of something.“As I was saying, Ryan was going to trial for assaulting a police officer. Both Ricky and Ghost were picked up on prostitution and murder. Vinny was picked up for some random drug charges. F.E.A.R was ready to prosecute all of us for crimes we didn’t commit,” Chris paused for a moment, looking between Ghost and Ricky. “Hey, it’s not my fault I’m fucking sexy as all hell,” Ghost licked her lips sexily and leaned forward. Her ample breasts sat on the table, spilling out of her shirt and onto the table. The were tattooed and beautiful. From my position at the table I could see that Jinxx had pitched a tent.“That you are baby, that you are. You’re gorgeous. You’re a modern day Aphrodite. Now let Chris tell his story sweetie. These kind people need to know our story,” Ricky touched her hand and smiled. She went quiet, shifting in her seat a little bit. Clearly they had some type of sexual or romantic relationship going on.“Well, all of us except for Ghost and Ricky were accused of crimes we hadn’t committed. They were actually selling their bodies to random Johns and Janes. The Janes loved watching Ghost and Ricky go at it,” Chris sighed and looked to the pair again.“It was demeaning Chris. It was absolutely disgusting. Women like that should not be fertilizing our relationship. Real male loving males do not need that in their lives. We do not need that or women loving women. We are not some fangirl’s little wet dream,” Ricky pulled Ghost to his side. “It may look like we’re straight, but when we first met, Ghost was not in the form she was now. But we were happy and those cunts used her…illness, or whatever they want to say instead of using the word transgender, as a way to jack off. It was disgusting.”“Anyways, we were a relatively good band before all of this happened. We’d like to think that we were going to become mainstream. We called ourselves Motionless In White. We were going down the drain for a while, that’s why Rick and Ghost turned to prostitution. Our entire house was raided for evidence. Luckily, we salvaged a few thousand of our CDs before the police raided the studio. We’ve been selling them on the road for money and we’ve been recording up in Canada. We’ve been working a new album up there in our spare time. It’s an album for Valentine’s Day, songs for our lovely partners. Jamie and Gaia were taken too soon from us. They were killed way too soon for any of our likings. Jamie was killed in a car crash. She was luckily killed on impact. We were so glad that she didn’t have to suffer through any pain. Gaia was trampled to death by some crazed fans. It’s not like we couldn’t control our fans. It’s just that Gaia was accidently pulled into the mosh pit and everything went downhill from there. It happened so quickly, too. I-I mean we- had no time to react. W couldn’t save her. Ricky and I wanted to honor our lost loves. Ghost wanted to honor all of those who had died for love, who died because of who they love. It was quite a nice album and concept. All we need is Vinny’s testimony of love and then we’ll be done,” Chris looked at Vinny and he blushed a bit.“There is a guy, no one really liked that I was guy who pined over a guy I saw once in another life…in another timeline. Where none of this happened and we were a huge band that was going to release an album called…Graveyard Shift, I think. But no one will believe that I actually love him so much,” Vinny smiled at me and I looked down, avoiding his glance after it had become awkward.“That’s because alternate timelines do not exist. It’s just a figment of your imagination. You made it up to relieve the pressure of being in this war. We all do it and you’ve taken it way too far. We all know it. You’ll speak his name in your sleep. You’ve gone batshit Vincenzo and that’s it,” Josh spat at Vinny as Vinny shrunk back into his seat. Vinny pulled at the edges of his torn sweatshirt. “We really did lose a lot of people on the way, sometimes our own minds. It was too big of a group I guess. We lost two of our former drummers on the way up to Canada though. Angelo Parente and Brandon Richter. We don’t know what happened to the other former members, but we assume that they’re dead or dying. We’ve had to kill a few group members because they literally lost their minds. That’s why we had to kill Angelo. I really loved him and I was pretty unsure of my feelings. So I never told him until he had a mental breakdown. He was shaky, violent and completely suicidal. I told him how much I cared for him and he became better for awhile. Then Angel literally broke and“We barely made it to Canada. We almost lost Ghost on the way. The Shadows burned down our safehouse. They chased us all the way to the border. Ghost barely made it out of the house alive. She had severe burns all of her body. They’re still there, all up and down her left side. The fire never touched her face. Though she did get blinded by one of the Shadows. We were at a loss to be honest with you. I had no idea how to lead a team after all that has happened to us. We weren’t Wild Ones, technically at least. I mean, we are powerful in our own rights, but we didn’t have the numbers to start our own chapter from where we were. No one really wanted to follow us into battle. We had lost too many people along the way to even consider having people follow us, especially me. That’s when we got picked up by the Toronto chapter of the Wild Ones. Casey, Olivia, Catherine, Justice and Tatiana have been very nice to us. But sadly, they too, have moved on. The Shadows burned down the building we were staying at and this time, they got Vinny. He was burned quite badly as well. But we were able to save him in time before any of his burns got too serious. That was about a month back and we are all still recovering from that event,” Chris sighed and looked over to Ghost an Vinny. She stood up and peeled off her shirt without any hesitation. It was like she had done this before in many different situations. Vinny, on the other hand, moved more slowly. It was like he was insecure of his own body and it made a lot of sense for him to be that way. He was a burn victim and his body was proof of the war we were still fighting to this day. We didn’t need for this war to happen and both of them were proof of why we didn’t need this war at all. They were the reason that we needed to stop fighting over stupid, little, idiotic problems.Her pale skin was contrasted by bright pink burn scars that reached up towards her neck. She twisted her head up to the light and showed a continuation of the burns on her chest. Jinxx and I looked on in awe. I never noticed that one of her eyes was paler than the other. That is what Chris must have been talking about. She looked over at Balz, who nodded. She put her shirt back on and sat down. Our eyes moved to Vinny’s smaller body. Vinny’s body was much more red than Ghost’s and showed how recently he received the burns. His burns didn’t stretch as far up as Ghost’s and his burns were more concentrated on the right side of his torso. His skin was peeling and red. Some burns were still greasy and wet looking. Soot clung to his skin in some spots and gave him an eerie, sickly glow to his skin.“The Shadows took my little brother. They killed him in cold blood. They killed my older sister too. Right after I went to join Motionless, they killed my whole family. Those damn Shadows tried killing me too. But they couldn’t really kill the last of the vampires,” Chris looked over all of us and sighed. “We needed help, specifically your help. No one actually wanted to help a bunch of misfits like us. You’re a bunch of misfits and misfits help misfits.”

[earpeeler]

Metal Wani – MOTIONLESS IN WHITE's Chris Cerulli on 'Graveyard Shift', Inspiring People & Touring (2017)

Metal Wani – MOTIONLESS IN WHITE’s Chris Cerulli on ‘Graveyard Shift’, Inspiring People & Touring (2017)

Metal Wani’s Barrett Stephens had a quick chat with Motionless In White frontman Chris Cerulli. He discusses the upcoming album “Graveyard Shift”, fan response to 2 new songs released so far, why the band preferred to focus more on the vocals for this record as compared to previous ones and inspiration behind the recently released music video ‘Loud (Fuck It)’. He also talks about the irony of one…

[dracomalfoyswifey]

Motionless In White Preferences

First fight and the makeup

Ryan: “Can’t it wait?” He asked annoyed and in a bad mood. “No. I already asked you three times to do the dishes Ryan.” You said crossing your arms over your chest watching him. One, two, three, four. You counted in your head. You gave him a minute to get up but he didn’t. That’s it, you thought unplugging his monitor from his tv. Ryan’s face was not happy. In fact, pissed off. He cussed under his breath and took off his gaming head set slamming it on the table. “God dammit.” He mumbled with a loud frustrated sigh getting up and storming out of the room not even acknowledging you as he walked by you. “I didn’t want to do it but I can’t be the only one who does the house chores.” You told him. “I know and I’m sorry. I overreacted. I should be helping you around the house.” He said holding you close after he cleaned the dirty dishes and washed his hands of course. Ryan leaned down to seal the space between the two of you with a soft kiss. He just had to ruin the sweet moment by scooping a handful of bubbles and blowing them in your face which lead to a bubble fight.

Chris: “No Y/N. I can’t do that. The band has a meeting that time.” He told you on the phone. His voice very serious stern and strict. He was under fire by his boss for the lack of songs the band had written over the time span the label company has given them. “But Chris, we’ve been dating for 7 months now and I haven’t seen you since the first two. Can’t you reschedule it? Please?” You begged desperately. It wasn’t a discussion. Chris put the band first and you second and it sucked. You hung up after a few minutes of you begging and crying. The day of the meeting came and Chris decided to skip it. Yes it was going to bite him in the ass later but he missed you. He knew work got his attention and stole it from being a boyfriend. He stopped by your favorite restaurant and got your usual to go before showing up at your place unannounced. “I hope this is a step forward of my making up duty.” He told you with a kiss on your lips. Oh he did a lot of making up for the time that was lost that night 😏

Justin: So you were running late for work and you had a lot of dirty laundry to do since Justin just got home from a very long tour the night before. You thought you’d be nice and let him sleep in instead of getting up to put a load in. Well to find out later, you accidentally washed one of your red shirts with Justin’s whites and they turned pink. He called you to tell you what had happened when he got around. “Well I’m sorry that I tried to be a good girlfriend and help you with your dirty laundry.” You spat to him angrily when he was bitching about being upset over it. You hung up and carried on working. Justin felt remorse and regret. He should’ve never talk to you like that. Justin spent all day cooking you dinner and surprised you when you walked through your front door. “I’m sorry.” He said with his infamous puppy dog look. You can’t deny his cuteness.

Vinny: “Tom Cruise!” He said guessing who you were. You two were having a dinner party with his band and crew members and some of your friends from work. The game was Charades. You shook your head doing a few more tries but he never guess the correct answer. “Argh! Man I totally had that! Work on your game next time. The game isn’t trying to lose.” He said throwing his hands in the air. “Hey I was doing my best and you suck at guessing!” You told him glaring at him. You excused yourself and went to pour another bottle of wine in the kitchen. Vinny walked up behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. “I’m sorry Y/N. Forgive me?” He asked softly. You nodded and kissed his cheek. Needless to say, you two never played Charades again. You two are just too stubborn and hardheaded for that.

Ricky: “What did you spend $300 on?” Ricky asked you looking at his receipts from this months expenses. “Uh I don’t remember.” You asked stupidly or atleast tried to act as if you had no idea what he was talking about. Well you knew what you bought but didn’t want to tell him. His birthday was this weekend and you bought him the new collection of HIW X Blackcraft. Ricky just frowned deeply and wrote down in his notebook another cost for this month. A few days had passed and you handed him your gift to open. The look on his face was priceless. There’s no money in the world that can replace him or your love for him.

[dracomalfoyswifey]

Motionless In White Preference

Their favorite thing about you...

Chris: Your height. Your tiny compared to him but he loves that.

Ricky: Your smile. It brightens his darkest days in a instant.

Ryan: Your lips. He loves kissing you no matter where and when.

Justin: Your style. You don’t have one style and he loves that.

Vinny: Your voice. It’s like music to his ears.

[writingismyhappytime]

Professor Cerulli (Part 4)

Chris Cerulli x Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Romantic Angst

This is probably a bad idea, but you're here now and won't go back on it.

Cerulli's apartment is nice, definitely nicer in comparison to yours. He has big windows that look out over the street, gray curtains pulled to the side so he can see the nightlife. His furniture keeps the same gray tone, from his sofa's to his end tables, his TV perched above the fireplace that looks like it's never been used. The carpet is a pale white, so he's going to have fun keeping it that color, but it's definitely soft beneath your bare toes. His kitchen is immaculate, a hanging rack for pots and pans above a shiny marbled island, the breakfast bar holding his briefcase and other things from school. His black table just has a few chairs, and he has a simple one bedroom, but it's large, twice what yours is.

You're jealous he can afford something so nice, but he is a college professor.

You're just a student.

You sigh where you lie on his bed, still in your underwear. Your hair hangs off the edge as you wait for him, stretching your arms above you. He'd been kissing you a few moments ago, had basically seduced you right off the bat, but he'd left the moment he got you onto the bed.

You look over, letting your fingers brush against the black bed post, the lights gleaming off the shiny surface. You exhale, glad you'd at least wore some pretty underwear, the lacy color perfect to accentuate your skin tone.

Although you're not sure Cerulli really appreciated it.

Where is he, anyhow?

Did he break his hip or something? This is what you get fucking around with older guys, he's probably having a heart attack in the kitchen, coughing up dust, or ---.

"Alright, here we are."

Oh, there is he, definitely not stroking out on you.

You push up onto your elbows curiously, absently crossing your ankles behind you as he enters the room, still in his boxers. Your eyes light on what he's carrying, lips curving.

"Is that a tie?" You ask in amusement, seeing the glint in his eyes as he approaches you. He admits, the swell of your breasts are quite a sight in that bra, he wants to run his tongue against every curve of them.

"Yes." He sits down beside you on the bed, but you barely feel it dip with his weight, it's one of those super comfy ones.  It's gray, silky smooth, and oh does it bring back some memories for you. You let your fingers brush across the material, propping your chin on your hand.

"What do you intend to do with it? Oh, are we going to roleplay? You be the professor and I'll be the student!"

"Such a smart ass tonight," he clucks, refusing to admit he's amused. You're much more humorous now than before, he'll give you that.

He was a little worried you wouldn't show tonight, that you'd cancel on him. You'd seemed intimidated at the idea of trying new things, but he had been desperately hoping you'd agree. He doesn't mind vanilla sex, but he likes more, wants more, and he's been craving someone to... well, meet his standards.

"Do you trust me?" He asks suddenly, and you purse your lips. Well, that's a heavy question, isn't it?

"Yes." You say after a moment, but you're wary. You do trust him with the sex stuff, you suppose. "Why?"

"Because I want you to wear this," he replies.

"Like before?" You blink, he but shakes his head.

"A little different this time."

"What do you mean?" There's only so many ways you can wear a tie.

"Lie down, on your back." he orders, flicking your shoulder. You swat at him, frowning, but you do roll over. He brushes your hair out of your eyes, shuffling so that it trails over the edge of his mattress. "Close your eyes."

Oh boy.

You hesitate before your lashes lower, and you feel oddly vulnerable. Every urge is telling you to open your eyes, to see what he's doing, but you're doing best to be obedient. You chew on your lower lip as you suddenly feel the material around your eyes, lifting your head just enough where he can tie it below.

Great, now you can't see anything.

"Are we pretending we're in Bird Box?" You ask after a moment, and you know he rolls his eyes.

"I don't even know what that is." He doesn't care much for movies, he prefers books. You start to speak, but stop yourself, deciding to just file your comment away for later. You're a little anxious about what he has planned, especially since now you can't see.

You can hear him stand, take a few steps away. You tap your fingers nervously against your stomach, your knees pressing tightly together.

"What are we doing?" You ask after a few seconds.

"I'm going to teach you how to deepthroat," he replies, and your brows furrow.

"While I'm blindfolded?"

"Yes." That's just for his own amusement, to be honest. "I'm also going to bind your hands."

Oh.

Uh.

"Not too tight though, right?" You ask, your throat tightening as he takes one hand from your stomach. You let him wrap something soft around it, doing the same with the other until your wrists are bound together, but not so tight that you can't get out if you really want too.

"Not too tight," he agrees, letting them rest against your stomach. He presses a kiss against your forehead, pleased you haven't freaked out on him yet. "Now are you going to behave for me?"

Probably not.

"I want you to relax," he murmurs, his cool hands caressing your shoulders. His eyes focus on your chest. "You can take a cock, I know you can."

He likes how your cheeks heat.

"Scoot forward just a little," he urges, and you wiggle forward until your head is just slightly off the edge of the bed. You don't like the rush of blood to your skull, and your fingers curl, wrists shifting against the bonds. "Good girl. Now open your mouth."

You reluctantly do so; you really don't think a training session is necessary, you're good enough at blowjobs, aren't you? Like you get the job done and that's what matters! Besides, most of the time it's just foreplay anyway.

Your heart races as you hear his clothing drop, and it's strange not being able to see. It's as if it does heighten your other senses, but you feel so vulnerable too. You're trusting Cerulli not to get too out of hand, to take it easy on you, like he said he would. You know how he gets though when he's really into something.

Cerulli likes what he sees on his bed, the way your lips are parted for him, your body completely his for the taking. He let's his boxers drop to the ground, his hand curving around his cock. He gives himself a few firm strokes, gaze lowering to your soft mouth.

"Just relax," he says, seeing you shiver as he touches your cheek. "If it gets uncomfortable, just tap your stomach."

Okay, you can do that. You don't want to do that, because you want to do good. You know how much he likes it, and you're irritated with yourself that you can't take it. If you can do everything else that pleases him, why not this? You just don't like the gagging, what if it makes you sick? That would be mortifying!

You feel the head of his cock against your lips, and it's automatic for your tongue to trace his slit. His grip flexes around his shaft, watching your tongue welcome him into your warm mouth. His free hand curves around his bed post, positioning himself perfectly. He watches his head disappear into you, and slowly he rocks himself a little deeper.

You're not sure you like being upside down like this at all, it's so disorienting! All the blood rush, not being able to see, it makes you squirm! His cock is familiar, brushing against your tongue, and you can hear him stroking himself, feel him getting harder.

Right, you're supposed to be helping here.

"Relax your jaw," he orders, and you do your best as he pushes deeper. So far so good, he's just lightly moving against your tongue, not even reaching your throat. Your lips are sealed around him, but that won't last long when he gets some momentum.

"Fuck," he sighs as you suck, letting him move back and forth, and he feels you swallow slightly, his cock gleaming already. He doesn't want you too prepared for him to push forward, you get all tense, which is why he blindfolded you.

"Good girl," he murmurs; he's picked up that you like being told you're doing well just after a few times in the sack, it seems to motivate you. He's perfectly fine giving you praise if that's what you like. "Just like that."

He goes deeper, meeting your throat, and you automatically hold your breath. You try so hard not to choke as he cups your jaw, his fingers tracing down your skin. He holds himself there before slowly pulling out, giving you a second to inhale before pushing back in again, repeating over and over until you can feel your saliva starting to build --- you really need to swallow, but if you do ---.

You choke around him, and Cerulli groans immediately at the pressure, feeling your throat squeeze him. He pulls out, but then he's back, and you can feel water start to build in your eyes the deeper he pushes with each stroke. He's being easy but it's just uncomfortable!

"You're doing so good," he says softly, still trailing his fingers against your cheek, and you find it sort of comforting. "I'm going deeper, remember your jaw, good girl," he purrs, and you helplessly swallow around his cock as he thrusts his hips, your nose nestling against his base for the barest of seconds ----.

"Fuck!" There you go, perfect! You jerk on the bed, your throat constricting, but he's pulling out already. You cough the instant his cock is out of your mouth, feeling him wipe at the corner of your lips. "See? Not so hard, is it?"

Definitely hard!

His fingers slip forward, tracing down your chest until he's nudging your bra out of the way, cupping your breast. He squeezes, molding the mound into his grip. He's stroking himself again, not that he really needs it, toying with your chest. You have such wonderful tits, he can't wait to have his mouth on them. He loves sucking and toying with them, and you squirm as he pinches your taut nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. His cock pushes against your lips, urging you to part them wide once more.

Your nose scrunches, but then he's inside your mouth again, hand cupping your face as he begins to rock back and forth. You force yourself to relax, for your jaw to widen so it's not so uncomfortable, so it doesn't hurt. He's not too bad, he's not going hard, for which you're grateful. Your fingers are clenched tightly against your stomach, nails pressing into your skin.

You feel so... naughty, actually. It's weird that you get off on that, letting a man a decade older than you fuck your mouth while you're tied up, his cock choking you on every thrust until you actually start to get used to it.

If your parents had any idea...

You jerk as Cerulli goes deep again, your nose pressing against the base of his cock as you swallow, your muscles convulsing and causing him to curse very creatively, his hand clenching around your breast until it stings. He keeps his cock still, letting you choke around his length until your throat starts to ache, until you seriously can't take any more of it lest you pass out! It's weird! Having your air cut off like that, knowing you're completely at his mercy, that you have no control ---.

Cerulli pulls out, and your throat burns as you cough, starting to reach your limit. All you can taste is him on your tongue, all you can smell is his aftershave. You can barely hear over the rushing in your ears, but you know his breathing is ragged, that he's enjoying himself. Does he really like it that much? Could he cum just from fucking your mouth?

"You're doing so well," he compliments you, seeing you swallow hard. He doesn't want to push you too far, he can see the tie is damp from your  eyes watering, he's a little surprised you've lasted this long. Still, he doesn't want you to burn out too quick, he wants to do this many more times.  "That's enough for today."

Good!

You squirm, and reach to jerk the tie off your face, but he stops you, his hand curling around your wrists; he's not done with you just yet! Not when his cock is throbbing, gleaming with your saliva. You've been taking his cock like a champ, but now it's ready for a little more action. Every constrict of your throat, every brush of your tongue, it's as if you sent electricity running through his body. You turn him on so easily, make him want to completely lose control and have his way with you, and if he keeps this up, maybe one day he can and not scare you.

"Christopher ---," you start to croak, but he tsks you, urging you to be quiet.

"Didn't you say you would behave for me?"

No, you don't recall ever agreeing to that, actually. You almost pout, but you let him sit you up, immediately feeling woozy. His arms curve around you, and he presses a knee against your hip. You can feel his erection against your back as he leans into you, nuzzling your throat.

"You make me so hard, (Y/N)," he murmurs, his breath hot in your ear. "I want to fuck you, in every way that I can. I want your body to be mine," his fingers trail down between your breasts, feeling the rapid beat of your heart against his fingertips. "I want you to trust me, and let me have my way with you."

"I, I do trust you," you whisper, your throat tight. You lean back into him, knowing without doubt that you really do, even if it is foolish. "It's already yours."

He was your first lover, the first man to make you orgasm, to kiss you. You might not be ready for a lot of things, but maybe in time, so long as he takes it slow.

He sighs at yours words, pleased.

He takes your wrists, and moves your body again. You feel your arms rise above your head, and he hooks your bonds over his bedpost. His hands close around your hips, shuffling you until you're lying flat, unable to touch him.

Your fingers flex, but your bonds are soft to the touch, and they don't hurt your skin whatsoever. You squirm though, hearing them clink against the black bedpost, your professors hands sliding over your body, removing your panties.

Time for your reward for being so good.

You chew your lower lip nervously, unable to stop squirming as he positions your hips. Man, the bed is extremely comfortable, you really like it. You could lie here for hours, which you suppose is what's in store for you tonight --- you're slightly glad you did show up, although you had had some second thoughts about it. You'd wanted awesome sex again, it's just...

Cerulli peels your thighs apart, his fingers biting into the flesh below your knees as he pushes them towards your perfect chest. He doesn't say a word to you, just exhales heavily against your heat. You shiver, realizing he can see every inch of you, you're completely exposed to him! You pull thoughtlessly against the bedpost, but it definitely doesn't give any.

His fingers slip down, gripping your inner thighs as he inhales your scent. His hand moves forward to stroke your folds, a single digit slipping forward to your clit. He lightly prods the sensitive bud, caressing circles and massaging as he feathers your thighs in kisses. Your skin flushes as he toys with you, his lips making their way to your bundle of nerves. He sucks gently as he slips a finger inside of you, stroking in and out, starting to feel you grow wet.

You wish you could see him, watch what he was doing, it makes you so --- hot. Fuck, you're burning up, your stomach a bundle of nerves that feel on the verge of snapping!  You moan hoarsely as his rough tongue lavishes you with attention, your breathing growing harder. Your fingers clench.

Cerulli gently slips a second finger inside of you, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly, his tongue flicking against your clit until your thighs are twitching. He wants to hear you moan and beg him to cum, and he wiggles his tongue before flattening it against your body, wrenching a loud moan past your swollen lips.

"I want you cumming against my tongue, and I want you to ask me before you do," he says, feeling you start to soak his digits where he thrusts inside of you, his pointer and middle finger curling and twisting. "Understand?"

"Y-yes!" You're not sure if you'll have the sense to even do that, but sure. You've never asked him if you could cum before, he's always, you always just have.

You suck in a tight breath as his tongue dives inside of you, his fingers taking over at your clit. They pinch so hard your thighs immediately clench, and you jerk forcefully against the bedpost, your fingers itching to bury in his thick hair. He chuckles at your struggle, thrusting his tongue against your heat, massaging your clit until it hurts! Your back arches off the bed as you cry out, ripples of heat shooting through your veins as you squirm, your hips begging to grind against his talented lips as he sucks and prods and thrusts.

His touch is so addictive! Your body craves more of it, your skin tingles, and he's so damned relentless! Oh, why do you have to ask him to cum? You almost don't want too, just to see what would happen, but you'll play his game tonight, however he wants it.

He pushes hard on your bundle of nerves until you whimper, your gleaming lips permanently parted. His tongue curls against your folds, lapping at the wonderful desire waiting for him, feeling your muscles quivering. He slowly runs his tongue to your clit, and you groan as his fingers are abruptly inside of you again, your hips jerking against his touch, bucking of their own accord.

He sucks on your clit, so hard you grind your teeth, your entire body tensing! You're pulsing around his thrusting fingers, and you realize you're on the verge, you're about to cum, he's almost got you there! He grinds his palm against your body, knowing just how to set you off, how to make you lose total control of yourself.

Dammit!

How does he do this to you? How does he set your bones on fire, make you melt and squirm and feel so fucking good? It's like you're insides are liquid, yet you're tense, ready to plummet over an invisible edge into a pool of unbelievable pleasure, just at the command of his tongue!

"I'm going to cum!" You gasp, arching your back off the bed, thrashing your hands against the post.

"That's not asking," he clucks, making you whine as he smacks your inner thigh, the sting sharp and immediate.

He's really going to make you ask? How mortifying! You don't want too!

"You're not allowed to cum otherwise." He says firmly, and it's his goddamn tone, how commanding, how stern, it makes you drip. You whimper, squirming and nearly thrashing against his hold as he continues to finger you, relentless! You don't want to ask him! You're so tense, your lower half hurts with how badly you need to cum, it's a throbbing, pulsing you can't remember having so badly before! Is it because you're trying to hold back?

"Well?" Cerulli asks, amused at your stubborness. "Ask me."

You press your lips into a thin line.

No.

You simply refuse.

You're not asking him to cum!

"Fine, have it your way," he buries his face between your thighs until you're practically screaming, your voice growing hoarse as he sucks and thrusts, manipulating your clit until it's aching and you've soaked your thighs and his sheets below. You feel so helpless, you wish you could see him, touch him, do something! He just keeps going until he knows you're about to cum and just stops! He stops touching you and it hurts now!

"Christopher!" You're so fucking frustrated!

"Ask me to cum, and you can." His voice is muffled, but firm, and you suddenly hate it. You squirm unhappily, but you're growing desperate, your pride isn't worth it!

"Please let me cum," you finally rasp, giving up.

"What's that?" He lazily swirls his tongue through your heady cream.

"I want to cum!" You whimper. "Please can I cum?"

Your cheeks burn, you feel so childish asking, but ---.

"Yes, you can," he says smugly, and you hate it, you know he's smirking, the jerk! He doesn't have to do this to you, he doesn't --- oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh --- OH.

Cerulli's tongue laps at your cum as you finally give in to his whims. He's insanely pleased that it didn't take long to break you, and you're shaking, your loud cry enough to echo through the room as you give his mouth exactly what it wanted.

Your chest moves heavily, your skin gleams with sweat, you feel as if every piece of your body is done for. You're tingling all over, blood is rushing through your ears, your lower half is so insanely sensitive and throbbing still and, and how is that possible? How did he make that orgasm so damned explosive? Was it the anticipation? You're still trembling, still coming down, it's embarrassing how, well, how really good that felt! The anticipation, maybe? The build up? Damn if it wasn't ---.

"Now, don't you like it better when you behave?" Christopher clucks, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand. He pats your thighs as he shifts from between them, pleased.

"You're a jerk," you pant in response, pretty sure your body is liquid at this point.

He grins down at you; how precious.

He leans forward, pressing a kiss against your quivering stomach, slowly working his way up to your chest. He quickly unhooks the front of your bra, letting it completely fall away to reveal your tits, perky and ready for him. You groan as he shifts your body again, dragging you lower against the bed; he certainly doesn't want you bumping your head when he fucks you.

"Christopher," you turn your face against your arm.

"Mmm, I'm not done with you yet." he states, kissing between your breasts. He gives each one a brush of his lips before shifting forward, letting you feel his erection against your stomach. "We have a long way to go tonight."

Seriously?

You bite your lower lip, but you're not adverse to that, not at all.

For an older guy, he certainly can keep going. Your ex would have already cum at least twice by now, but he was also ---- no, you don't want to think about that asshole, not ever again. He's out of your life.

Cerulli casually runs the head of his cock through your cream, seeing your muscles jump as his tip playfully nudges your swollen clit. It's easy to coat himself, you came pretty good, and he's eager to be inside of you, feel you around him like before. His lips find your chest again, sucking on your breasts, nipping and tugging with his teeth.

He slowly sinks his length inside of you, filling you up until his whole shaft disappears into your tight slit. He groans deep within his chest as your heat consumes him, swallowing him easily. "Fuck, baby, you always feel so good."

Baby, there it is again.

Your cheeks pinken at the endearment, liking the sound of it. You moan as he begins bucking his hips, his fingers curving beneath your ass, urging you to lift your hips higher for him. All you can hear is the smacking of your wet bodies, and your head turns again, his grip tight on you as he rocks his body into yours, tracing circles on your flesh with his tongue.

It feels good and it's too much at the same time!

He grunts as he thrusts inside of you, his hands cupping your chest, keeping your breasts from bouncing with each deep grinding of his hips. You're tightening around him again, and the bed rocks lightly with the force of his body on top of yours.  His fingers run across your feverish skin, and he nips hard at your breast, covering the sting with a soft kiss.

"You're being such a good girl," he rasps in your ear, pressing his cheek against yours, feeling the dampness of the tie against his skin. He kisses your shoulder, his fingers curling around your thighs and hiking them higher against his hips until you're gasping out, squirming your hips desperately again.

Oh no!

He's hitting that spot again! Every thrust hits it, makes your lower half explode with electricity, and you can't, you can't ---.

"I'm cumming," you gasp helplessly, moaning so loud your heads rings. His pace almost instantly slows, and he grinds hard into you until you feel like you're going to cry!

"Then what do you do?" He demands, your hips bucking against his.

You jerk your arms in frustration, then, "please let me cum! Please, please, please!"

At this point, it really doesn't matter what he says, it's happening, and you can't stop it, but he's groaning and thrusting so hard into you ---.

"Cum then,"  He grunts, forcing your thighs a little wider and he drives into you, feeling you convulse beneath him. Fuck, your body is amazing, it's like heaven, your cunt is milking him, you're soaking both of your bodies, and you're so goddamn hot, and, and ---.

Cerulli groans, unable to hold himself back another second, joining you in pleasure. He braces his hands on either side of you, shuddering as he empties himself into your heat, but you don't even notice, still too lost.

He pants as he leans over you, trying hard to catch his breath.

Not bad.

There's definitely potential, if only you'd be a little more --- well, actually, he likes your attitude, how you want to be stubborn.  

He leans down onto his elbows, pressing gentle kisses against your face, nuzzling your cheek with his.

"You're perfect," he murmurs in your ear, feeling your thighs shift slightly.  "You're beautiful, stunning..."

Does he really mean that? You snort, doubting all of those compliments he's suddenly spewing. He's just doing the after sex thing most guys do, where they butter you up because they're high on the moment, but they don't really mean it.

You feel him reach over you, and you're immensely relieved when he unties your hands, when you can curl them back to your side, feeling them ache from being restrained so long! You rub your wrists, keeping your eyes closed as he removes the tie from your eyes. You hesitate to open them, finding that the light hurts a little after they've been closed so long.

They're bloodshot, but that's expected.

Cerulli kisses you lightly, proud of you.

"Was that so bad?" He asks after a moment, and you glance down as he slowly pulls out of you.

You slowly shake your head. It's definitely still better than some of the sex you've had, and if you hadn't liked it, you wouldn't have cum so hard, right? You feel like you should feel ashamed, that you should be horrified he restrained you, that you let him do that to you.

You just... why are you so embarrassed that you were kinda into it?

You give it a moment before you sit up, squeezing your thighs tightly together as you feel his cum start to ooze out of you. You really need a shower, all you can smell is sex, and you know your hair has to be ruined now, probably shooting in every direction!

"Would you like to do something like this again?" You're not saying anything, you're making your professor nervous. Did you not enjoy yourself? Should he have gone slower? Tried something different? Did he hurt you? He shifts, his hazel eyes not leaving your face.

"I..." You rub your wrists thoughtfully. "Maybe, I think."

"Maybe?" He quirks a brow at you. "Just maybe?"

You give him a tired look. "Christopher, I --- I mean, I..."

He sighs, reaching forward to cup your face, his eyes catching yours and refusing to let go. "Did you like it or not? It's simple. You came, so I'm assuming it felt good."

You hesitantly nod your head.

"Good. You did well with taking my cock," he compliments, his fingers suddenly tracing down your throat. "You'll be a pro in no time, you've always been a quick study."

"So you... just stuff like this? Is what you like?" You ask after a moment, feeling very tired. You curl your knees to your chest.

"Yes," he brushes his fingers through your hair. "I like this."

"Are you going to tie me, like, a lot?" You don't want to always not be able to touch him.

"Not always, (Y/N). We'll compromise." He gives your thigh a fond squeeze. "Whatever you're comfortable with."

He does hope you're up for anal, though, but that's not a topic he's going to bring up. He can see he's worn you out, you need a shower and some sleep. You did well tonight and he's not going to push his luck any longer.

Still, though, you did do well, his ex wife never tolerated anything like this, but you --- you're interested. You like it.

You're perfect.

~~~~~~~~

"So how does that sound? Meet us at the pub after classes are over, we can work on our group project there," one of the girls from your class says as you three stand in the hallway. You hate doing group assignments and having to work with other people, you'd much rather prefer to do it on your own. You force a smile at her, nodding your head, although you can't imagine the "pub" is going to be the best place to work on anything.

It's going to be loud and crowded, especially on a Friday night, and you think it's an absolutely terrible idea. The girls don't want to do anything, they just want to go and drink, party, meet cute boys, and you're not interested in any of that. You typically don't even talk to the people in your class, usually focusing on the lecture and taking notes, heading out as soon as it's over.

"We can finally get to know each other a little better, considering we've been in class for a few weeks now," you think her name is Tara says, looking excited. "It'll be nice to hang out and get to know everyone!"

She's way too enthusiastic, you don't like her.

"What time?" You ask, shifting uncomfortably. It's not as if you have any plans, you haven't seen Cerulli since last week, you've been too busy with classes and work, and honestly he just hasn't asked either, seeming distracted.

You'd much rather spend time with him then these girls, though. All you kind of want to do after class is go home and relax, but now you sort of feel committed to showing up. You don't want them to think you're boring, but at the same time, you'd rather read a book then listen to their gossip.

"Around eight sound good to everyone?" Maura suggests, looking through her schoolwork. "I mean, we have until next week to get this done, and it does have some individual sections we can complete, but we can at least get it all in order tonight. Plus, the pub has some amazing fruity drinks, and I always work better with a few of those in my system."

Ahuh.

Works better, or doesn't work at all?

Right.

"I'll see you guys then," you say, noticing the time, you have another class to get too. You say your goodbyes and then hastily head in another direction, grimacing as you fish your phone from your pocket.

You: I have literally THE WORST plans tonight 😦

Cerulli: Oh? Going to see your parents?😁

You snort, your eyes flicking up as you walk down the hallway. You're not sure why you're confiding in him what you're doing, not that it really matters, but you seem to talk on and off about your day usually, and it's nice having someone to talk so freely with, to not have to hide anything.

You: No, group assignment.

Cerulli: oh the cursed working together assignment, I see. Should I assign some for your class? 😉

You: don't you dare!

You: how about you give me extra homework so I can't go?

Cerulli: I wouldn't want to ruin your bonding moment with fellow classmates

Jerk.

You: but we're not going to get anything done at all! They want to meet at some stupid pub 😧

Cerulli: do to mean The Pub?

What? Is that the name of the place? Now you feel dumb.

You: I have no idea

Why would he know about it? He's been here less time then you have and he already knows the bar scene? You frown down at your phone as you walk, wondering who he's been going with.

You: wait how do you know?

Cerulli: I've heard the students talking about it. Seems like the place they like to go.

Oh.

Well now you feel lame for not knowing that. It's just... well you don't connect with the people your age and honestly you don't even try. Why bother? You won't be seeing them again after school anyway.

You frown, and slip your phone into your pocket, just about to your next class.

You're so lame.

~~~~~~~~

You sit uncomfortably at the round bar table, your chin propped on your hand. Not to your surprise, none of the girls brought any of their schoolwork with them, and conveniently you left yours behind because you, well, figured as much. They're all giggling and sipping on their fruity drinks their parents are probably paying for.

Okay, so you're also sipping on a fruity drink, you can't say a damned word about them. It does taste good, you like it doesn't have a strong alcohol taste, and it also might be your third.

"And I was telling him, like, you're just a guy off Tinder, I don't want to be serious," Maura snorts, slipping her glasses a little higher up her nose, her black hair in loose curls around her shoulders. You have her pegged for the more studious yet secretly kinky girl, especially the more time you spend with her tonight.

"I deleted the app, I couldn't take another dick pick," Tara the blonde groans, her eyes lined so heavily with makeup you're pretty sure it's not going anywhere for a few days. You kind of like her too, she seems pretty genuinely a nice person, but she's very giggly and it gives you a headache. "Like, why do guys think I want to see that? They're a little confused on their inches."

You snort into your drink, your eyes flicking up to look between the two of them. They've been complaining about guy issues all night, you're a little relieved you don't have the same issues as them.

"Oh, don't laugh, (Y/N)! You're lucky you like being single," Maura huffs, twirling her straw around in her margarita, salt lining the rim of her very large and almost empty glass. She's a little weavy where she sits, looking unimpressed. "I wish I could be like you. I'm so tired of trying to juggle relationship and schoolwork at the same time!"

Right, single.

"I just... try to focus on my future, on what's important." You hate the words coming out of your mouth, because you know they're something your parents would be proud of. They're good little girl, staying a precious virgin through college, getting her degree before she meets the right man and settles down. It makes you sick.

Or maybe it's the alcohol, you're not quite sure now.

"Oh come on, don't give me that line. You have a side piece somewhere, don't you?" Tara eyes you, pointing her plastic red straw in your direction, liquid dripping across the table. "You're getting some, you're just not letting it consume your life."

Oh goodness.

You don't want to have this conversation with these girls you barely know. You're not that drunk, although you are uncomfortably warm in your long sleeves now, and that song that something something makes her clothes come off is playing on loop in your head.

You just shrug, deciding to drink some more so you don't have to answer.

"Ugh, I wish I was like you." Maura sighs dramatically, propping her chin on her hand. "I just like to fuck too much. Honest."

Okay, well that's... candid. Are people really this blunt with each other? Is there some kind of girl code you don't know about? What you say while drunk is never to be mentioned again? Or is it just that alcohol makes it easier for people to speak without inhibition?

"Please, guys our age are pathetic. They can't even last four seconds in bed once you get their pants off." Tara sounds a little bitter. "I haven't had an orgasm in ages."

Yep, you're blushing, and you purse your lips as you look down at the table. Now the conversation is getting a little too personal for you, would it be rude if you left?

"You know, I once dated this older guy," Maura says after a moment, catching your attention. "He was like, dad older type, y'know? Not beefy, no super buffed up truck, just... an older guy."

"Gross." Tara wrinkles her nose, draining whats left of her drink.

"No, like, it was great. I mean he was totally married, sure, but like, the sex --- the sex is totally what made it worth it. You just need an older man." Maura sounds so certain, a mischevious smile on her face. "Trust me. They know what they're doing."

Well, you can't disagree there. The guys your age are total trash, at least the ones you've encountered.

"Really? What about like, old wrinkled balls? Doesn't that freak you out?" Tara shudders. "I don't want to screw a guy that could literally be my dad. That's all I would think about!"

"Okay, so the guy I was with, he was great. Totally neat, even shaved," Maura gestured with her hand to make sure you both understood where she meant. "Amazing. He taught me how to do so many things, like, way better."

You sip your drink.

"I dunno," Tara frowns. "I wouldn't even know where to start to find an older guy. I mean, what if he's not good?"

Jeez, it's not like picking a new outfit.

"Not every single one is great in bed, but you'll know when you find the right one." Maura nods her head resolutely, lifting up her empty glass to loudly cling it against the other girls. "When you find one that fucks your brains right out, that's a keeper right there, no questions about it."

Huh.

Your mind flicks to Cerulli, and you prop your chin on your hand as you think about him. What's he doing right now? Grading papers? On a date? Asleep? Well, it's only a little after ten, he's not sixty, so you doubt he's asleep. You hope he's not on a date, because, well, you don't want him to be.

But what if he is? The two of you never agreed to be exclusive, did you? You suddenly can't remember, you just know on your part you never considered anyone else. Would he still --- has he ever used Tinder? What if he uses Tinder?

What does that even matter? It shouldn't, but it totally does, and you don't like the idea of it. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the fact he's the only guy to fuck your brains out and you do want to keep him, you're not sure.

You just know he came back into your life when you least expected it, and you want him to stay. It's just... he's not interested in a relationship, he makes it sound as if he never will be. You don't understand how one shitty marriage can screw him up so bad he never wants to take a chance again! That was years ago, wasn't it? Is he that jaded?

"Hey," you blink as you realize someone is snapping their fingers in front of your face, and your eyes flick over, seeing both girls are looking at you. "Earth to (Y/N)! Where did you go?"

"Oh, sorry," you straighten, and glance down, realizing someone has given you a drink. You hastily reach for it, noticing the other girls have full glasses too. You quickly take a long sip through the straw, annoyed at yourself.

What does it matter? That's the thing that keeps nagging at you.

"What were we talking about?" you ask, looking at either girl, you can't remember. Or you just weren't listening.

"Boys. Men. Relationships." Tara sighs dramatically, tapping the end of her narrow nose. "Our bad luck in them."

Oh, they're bad luck.

"So, how's your love life going?" Maura asks you, slumping a little more over the table. "You've never said, you just keep listening to me and her bitch about ours."

"Oh, it's... complicated." You say, not knowing how else to explain and also knowing that you can't. You're not drunk enough to be that stupid, although, what would it hurt to run a slightly altered scenario by them? Since everyone is being so open and honest about their lives.

"Complicated, I like complicated." Tara's attention is on you, and you blink, suddenly feeling as if the table is a lot smaller then it was before. Why are they so focused on you? Have you always been sitting this close to them? "What's up? Who's the boy? Is he single? Taken? Married?"

"Ah, no. He's not. He was married once, but they divorced."

"And so the plot thickens." Maura steeples her fingers in front of you, her eyes slightly glazed. "So what's so complicated?"

"Well, we sleep together," you poke your straw into your icy fruit water, frowning at it. "But it's casual, not all the time."

"Sounds perfect, no strings right?"

"Right. He doesn't want a relationship after his marriage failed, so ---."

"Okay, how old is this guy?" Tara hiccups. "Like our age?"

"Maybe a... little older."

"Ha! See, I told you! Older guys are the best." Maura giggles, looking triumphant as she leans back into her chair so hard it tilts a little. "He's the best fuck ever, right?"

"The best I've ever had," you have to agree, he really is. "And the thing is, he's like, perfect. I don't have to worry about him telling, or anything, and he's always so sweet." You don't want to go into the fact he's like kinky stuff that you're still not sure about yet. You get the deepthroating, but the tying? "We have sex, we talk, it's like we're friends."

"Friends with benefits, okay. So what's the problem? Why'd he get divorced? What's wrong with him?" Maura asks the real questions.

"His ex wife wanted kids, he couldn't, y'know, give them, so she divorced him and moved on." You feel a little uncomfortable explaining his story, it really isn't yours to tell, but they're listening so intently and maybe you can get some advice on your situation! "But that's when they were our age! And he's like twelve years older than me, so ---."

"Oh wow, you're really going for the older guy thing." Tara tilts her head a little. "So both of you are fucking old guys and like it?"

"Not the focus right now." Maura waves her quiet, shifting her glasses again. "So are you, y'know, wanting a relationship with him?"

"I don't know," you sigh, running your fingers through your hair; your drink is half gone already, did you really inhale that so quickly? "I think I do sometimes, but we go to dinner, and we've been to each others places, and it's just so... comfortable. Nice. But then I get to thinking, when we're not together, what is he doing? Is he on a date with someone else? What if he decides I'm too young for him or ---?"

"Whoa, slow it down! What dude is going to turn down a young piece of ass? That's not going to be your worry," Tara snorts, dismissing that concern instantly. "How long have you been with this guy?"

Oh.

Uh.

You don't want to give too much information, so.

"A little over a year." You reply, and you suppose that's true if you shove four years ago and the present together. "So it's a steady thing."

"Ah. And has he ever seemed like he was interested in anyone else?"

"Not that... I can think of."

"Then you don't have anything to worry about," Maura states, slapping her hand against the shaky table. "If you guys have been at it this long, that means the sex is good enough he wants to  stay, and you obviously like it. So no worries. Unless you're in love with him."

You stare at her.

What?

"I'm not, I'm not in love with him," you protest, shaking your head. "There wouldn't be a point, because ---."

"Because he doesn't want a relationship after his ex hoe bag dumped his ass to go get knocked up, I gotcha. But just because he's jaded doesn't mean he's not relationship material. Girl, you just gotta work your moves on him! If you want a relationship with him, you gotta show that you're mature, and, and viable, and ---."

"Tara, do you even know what viable means?" Maura scoffs, and the blonde scowls.

"Shut up! You know what I mean. You have to show him that you're willing to go the extra mile to make it work if he is. How do you know he's not changed his mind on the stance but doesn't think you have?" Tara continues. "You gotta follow your heart!"

Jesus, it's getting way too cheesy for you.

Maybe you shouldn't have said anything, you don't even know these two.

"But isn't it weird? Our age difference?" You're in your twenties, he's in his thirties, and though you do look a little older for your age, it's still obvious.

"Fuck that. There's plenty of couples like that now. My parents had seventeen years between them when I was born." Maura states proudly; well, you figure that sort of explains why she likes older guys, maybe a daddy issue thing? Wait, no, you're not here to psychoanalyze this girl, you only took that class for like a semester and you thought it was stupid.

You don't like psychology.

"What you need to do is make him take you out on a date, where like people can see you." Tara informs you promptly, pointing a finger in your direction that wavers back and forth. "That's how you know if you're important or not, if they take you out to dinner, hold your hand, or at least acknowledge they're with you and you're not just the side bitch."

Is she talking from experience?

"We've been out to dinner." You defend Cerulli, because that first night you did go out. It's just not since then.

"Yeah? Once right, just once? See, that's where guys get you! They think if they take you out, wine and dine you in the beginning, they don't ever have to do it again! Where is the romance?" the blonde demands, looking frustrated. "I want to be romanced! I don't want chivalry to be dead, like open a fucking door for me, would you?"

Right.

This is getting rather heated, you should probably get on home before you end up divulging your entire history with Cerulli and getting yourself into trouble.

"I think I better get going," you decide, pushing your way to your feet and wobbling dangerously.

"What? No! Stay a little longer!" Tara whines, reaching for your hand. "We're not done talking about your love life yet! I want to know how it all began!"

"Maybe another time," honestly you think you're going to puke, and you'd rather do that in the safety of your own bathroom. You give a hasty goodbye to the two girls and make a hurried dash for the front doors.

Should you make a go at Cerulli? You really do like him, and it would be nice to actually date someone, it's just you honestly don't think he wants too. Plus, if you mention it, what if he breaks off what you have?

No, no you're not going to say a word about shit.

And you're not in love with him either!

He's just, he's just ---.

Yeah, you're about to be sick.

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You’re My Daughter (Chris Motionless) (Motionless In White)

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Y/N

You’d think being the kid of Chris Motionless would have been the best thing in the whole world, but you were kind of different to your dad and you knew he didn’t like certain elements of your life. You loved Dubstep music and moonlighted as a DJ, but you kept your gothic/emo roots which made you stand out when performing. You were also underage but had your trusty fake ID which fooled most people so you could DJ and no one was the wiser about your age.

It was easier to sneak out when your dad was constantly touring, but when he was home from tour it was a lot harder. Just last week he’d come across one of your fake ID’s and grounded you. But you had more than one ID and nothing was going to stop you from doing your passion. Tonight was a pretty big gig so you were sneaking out again.

Chris

I hated grounding y/n, but she was underage and had a fake ID. She didn’t know that I knew about her little DJ thing, but I hated that she kept breaking my rules. Without her fake ID, she wouldn’t be playing tonight. The rest of the band was over and I hadn’t told them my daughters secret yet.

“Oh my god it’s back on.”

I jump slightly as Ricky jumps up off the sofa.

“What’s on Ricky?”

“Don’t worry Chris it’s not your kind of music, it’s this amazing Goth DJ. The gig was cancelled but she just tweeted that it’s back on.”

I glance towards the stairs, y/n was up in her room sulking. The rest of the band was quite adamant about going. I excuse myself to go and check on my daughter only to discover that her bedroom was empty and her window was open. I was going to kill her when I got my hands on her.

~Club~

I left the guys at the house wanting to confront my rebellious daughter alone. The club was packed as I pushed my way to the front where y/n performed as her Goth alter ego. I didn’t like the music but had to admit that my daughter had talent and could get a crowd going.

y/n notices me and her eyes widen behind the coloured contacts she wore, she knew she was in some serious trouble.

“Sorry, I have to cut the set short guys. Keep on rocking through the night.”

The crowd boo her but quickly understand that she had to leave. y/n comes down from the booth and stands in front of me. I glare at her and point towards the exit, she walks ahead of me in silence.

The car ride back was silent. When I park she gets out and slams the door behind her, two things she got from me was her stubbornness and rage. I follow her into the house where the guys look up at her in shock.

“y/n, you’re the Goth DJ?”

“Surprise Uncle Ricky, but dads a buzz kill.”

y/n gives the guys a little bow in her entire costume before turning to glare at me.

“I’m not a buzz kill y/n. You’re underage and anything could happen to you at those clubs.”

y/n scoffs, “you tour ten months of the year dad and I get away with this every week. You leave me behind, Skyping once every couple of weeks and then it’s only for ten minutes. You don’t know anything about my life; you don’t even know your own daughter anymore.”

y/n’s words her like a slap in the face. I was meant to be the angry one but every word out of her mouth was the truth. I didn’t know my own daughter anymore. She was my flesh and blood yet she felt like a stranger around me, and as a dad that cut deep.

“Do you know why I do what I do dad? I DJ because it’s my passion and makes me happy. You tell your fans to do what makes them happy then shit all over what makes me happy. You hate my music choice but thousands of people support me. I can’t wait until I’m old enough to move out.”

Turning on her heels y/n runs up the stairs with tears in her eyes. I was gobsmacked; I never knew she felt that way about me. Yes, I disapproved of Dubstep music in general, but I really should be able to support my daughter.

Slumping on the sofa between Ricky and Ryan I put my head in my hands.

“She’s right, I’m an awful dad.”

“You’re not awful Chris, just stubborn and stuck in your own ways.”

Ryan pats my back; he was right about me being stuck in my own ways.

“y/n has some serious talent, Chris. She just wants her dad to love and support her.”

Ricky was right I needed to turn things around with my daughter before she hated me for the rest of her life.

Leaving the guys watching TV I head upstairs and knock on y/n’s door before entering. She’d removed the makeup, eye contacts and looked like my little girl again. She sniffles and moves over on her bed allowing me to lie next to her.

“Why can’t you see that this is my passion dad? I grew up watching you perform and making fans happy. I wanted to do the same thing.”

So my daughter looked up to me more than I knew; now I felt even worse.

“I guess my memories of you are still set in the past y/n when I toured less. I missed most of your teen years, but you’ll always be my little girl.”

y/n nods and crawls into my arms resting her head on my chest.

“I’ll always be your little girl dad I’ve just grown up. Do you hate me? I don’t want to stop making music.”

I stroke her hair and sigh.

“You can keep making your music but legally. Or you promise to let either me or one of your uncles escort you to future gigs. I just don’t want to see you get hurt y/n.”

“I love you, dad, sorry for yelling at you.”

y/n had nothing to apologise for. I hug my daughter, from now on I’d be in her life more.

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Primm HQ is an appless, psychological thriller-southern gothic small town roleplay group based in Nevada and inspired by Palaye Royale’s lore. Focused on character development, plot drops and relationship-building, we offer a plethora of skeletons ( with semi-app ) and equally encourage OCs to join us -- and no prior knowledge of the lore is necessary in order to join. We’re looking for writers and muses who would like to witness character growth in an environment comfortable for those with lax and busy schedules alike, plotters and those who prefer organically-composed connections. We would absolutely love to welcome you and send you as much love as possible!

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We have a wide variety of wanted connections available from familial to platonic and even intriguing miscellaneous connections like psychiatrists and ex-roommates are needed to foster some brilliant relationships within our group and we’d love for you to join us! We are in search of muses from the ages of 21-50+ and many diverse, POC faceclaims have been requested, and some faces members are looking for include —

DAVEED DIGGS, VANESSA MORGAN, THANDIE NEWTON, DICHEN LACHMANN, ALISHA BOE, ZAZIE BEETZ, LYRICA OKANO, PARK SOOYOUNG ( JOY ), KIM TAEYEON

ALEXA DAVALOS, SYDNEY SWEENEY, LILY JAMES, ANDY BIERSACK, CHRIS CERULLI ( CHRIS MOTIONLESS ), YUNGBLUD, HUNTER SCHAFER, ANNE HATHAWAY

For as long as anyone can remember, the tourist town of Primm, Nevada has been stifled by its founding families. Its citizens discouraged from their expression of individuality, their every move is carefully watched. Or else, they might be abducted into worlds unknown behind the doors of the dreaded Mental Estate, dubbed for its hearsay effect on the mind. Of those who have gone missing, only one has ever come out. Many rebellions have tried and failed, one of which Alister Warhol crushed in his own dreaded hands. But Primm is not without its blind spots. Those who work against them come out in the night, fueled by the belief their voice should not be stifled and following the code of 747: a number of divine existence that reminds them they are on the right path and that despite their struggles, the journey is well worth it. While the Warhols and Lieseils hide behind their wealth and the blood   feud rages onward, mysterious tourists pour in with curious intentions   and the residents uninvolved remain oblivious to the obscure   malevolence.

Primm HQ is an appless, psychological thriller-southern gothic small town roleplay group based in Nevada and inspired by Palaye Royale’s lore. Focused on character development, plot drops and relationship-building, we offer a plethora of skeletons ( with semi-app ) and equally encourage OCs to join us -- and no prior knowledge of the lore is necessary in order to join. We’re looking for writers and muses who would like to witness character growth in an environment comfortable for those with lax and busy schedules alike, plotters and those who prefer organically-composed connections. We would absolutely love to welcome you and send you as much love as possible!

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We have a wide variety of wanted connections available from familial to platonic and even intriguing miscellaneous connections like psychiatrists and ex-roommates are needed to foster some brilliant relationships within our group and we’d love for you to join us! We are in search of muses from the ages of 21-50+ and many diverse, POC faceclaims have been requested, and some faces members are looking for include —

DAVEED DIGGS, VANESSA MORGAN, THANDIE NEWTON, DICHEN LACHMANN, ALISHA BOE, ZAZIE BEETZ, LYRICA OKANO, PARK SOOYOUNG ( JOY ), KIM TAEYEON

ALEXA DAVALOS, SYDNEY SWEENEY, LILY JAMES, ANDY BIERSACK, CHRIS CERULLI ( CHRIS MOTIONLESS ), YUNGBLUD, HUNTER SCHAFER, ANNE HATHAWAY

For as long as anyone can remember, the tourist town of Primm, Nevada has been stifled by its founding families. Its citizens discouraged from their expression of individuality, their every move is carefully watched. Or else, they might be abducted into worlds unknown behind the doors of the dreaded Mental Estate, dubbed for its hearsay effect on the mind. Of those who have gone missing, only one has ever come out. Many rebellions have tried and failed, one of which Alister Warhol crushed in his own dreaded hands. But Primm is not without its blind spots. Those who work against them come out in the night, fueled by the belief their voice should not be stifled and following the code of 747: a number of divine existence that reminds them they are on the right path and that despite their struggles, the journey is well worth it. While the Warhols and Lieseils hide behind their wealth and the blood   feud rages onward, mysterious tourists pour in with curious intentions   and the residents uninvolved remain oblivious to the obscure   malevolence.

Primm HQ is an appless, psychological thriller-southern gothic small town roleplay group based in Nevada and inspired by Palaye Royale’s lore. Focused on character development, plot drops and relationship-building, we offer a plethora of skeletons ( with semi-app ) and equally encourage OCs to join us -- and no prior knowledge of the lore is necessary in order to join. We’re looking for writers and muses who would like to witness character growth in an environment comfortable for those with lax and busy schedules alike, plotters and those who prefer organically-composed connections. We would absolutely love to welcome you and send you as much love as possible!

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