#motionless in white fan fic

[blxckdragonfly]

Daylight (Darkness Finds You Universe #11)

(Song: "Daylight" by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: Mention of Grief and Illness, Hurt/Comfort.

Pairing: Chris Motionless & Lycia Winters "Pronunciation of her name-- Lai-shuh" (played by Ana De Armas), featuring Malakai Black and Lyra Crowe Budgen (Lilith Czar-- played by Mothica)

Word Count: 6,333

Synopsis: While Chris and Lycia are doing their first photoshoot together, Lycia gets an emergency call from her brothers and has to hurry back home to Baltimore.

And we're back! I hope you enjoy this one, this is the first part of another three part piece! Co-written with @blackrose-92! x Tiger)

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Photoshoot: September 8th, 2023

Today, Chris and I are at a secret location to do our first photoshoot together for Halloween since I’ll be tagging along with him when his band headlines “The Touring The End of The World” tour, and these photos are also going to be another confirmation that we’ve been together. Usually, I’m the one behind the camera and not in front of it, so I feel a but shy and nervous, because the last time that I’d been in any type of photo, was when my relationship with Chris was leaked to the public during Motionless In White’s headline of the Trinity of Terror Tour with Black Veil Brides and Ice Nine Kills last year. 

I can feel myself beginning to be quite uneasy as I’m getting my makeup done by Chris’s friend, Angela Undead. I can’t stop shaking and my breathing heightens. A few moments pass and I feel a hand on my lap, I open my eyes and I see Chris– who looks incredibly attractive in his all black suit and black vinyl gloves, his purple hair being the only splash of color in contrast to his suit. 

“You okay, baby?” Chris asks as I look into his calm brown eyes, I sigh and nod as my hand moves toward his. His hand curls into mine, our fingers intertwine in perfect sync. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’ve just never been in front of a camera before, I’m the one who’s usually behind them,” I confess as I look away from his tender gaze. Chris’s hand slips from mine and I feel it against the side of my face, his finger tracing my cheekbone. 

“Hey. Look at me,” He whispers and I turn my head to face him, I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. “You have nothing to worry about, Lycia. You’re gorgeous and I’m right here with you. We can do this together.” 

“But, I’m afraid of how the public’s going to react to these photos when they’re out in the world.” My voice is small and quiet but Chris can still hear me. Chris leans in closer to me, his breath hot against my skin. 

My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in

Everyone looked worse in the light

There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven

I'll tell you the truth but never goodbye

“Fuck the public. This is about us. About you and me, Lycia. Not them,” He murmurs, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “We’ll face the world together, no matter what.” 

My heart begins to race as I feel Chris’s hand on my waist, pulling me close to him. I can feel the strength in his arms, it makes me feel safe and protected. I pause for a moment and wrap my arms around his tattooed neck, my dark red nails running through his purple hair. 

“You always seem to never have any doubts about us,” I whisper as I look into Chris’s brown eyes. “How do you do that?” 

Chris smiles at me and runs his fingers through my caramel brown and purple hair before it moves down my neck and rests on my shoulder. 

“Because, Lycia, our love is one of a kind. It’s not something that happens every day and when it does, you hold onto it with all your might. I know what we have is special and I don’t doubt it for one second.” Chris murmurs as I feel a warmth spread throughout my body. 

I know that he’s right. We have a connection that’s deeper than anything I have ever felt before, even more so than what I felt back when I was still with my first love, Marcus before he died. I couldn’t help thinking about Marcus, I wonder what he would say about me and Chris if he were still alive. I suddenly feel guilty for betraying the love I had for him. Chris notices the change in my demeanor and pulls away slightly, searching my face for any sign of distress. 

“Lycia? Are you okay?” He asks, concern etched on his face. 

I shake my head, my eyes filling with tears. “I’m sorry, Chris. I don’t know why I thought of him.” 

Chris pulls me closer, his arms wrapping tightly around me, offering comfort. “It’s okay, Lycia. I understand. Marcus was a big part of your life and he always will be, but he’s gone now and you need to focus on us right now. The present. The future.” 

I nod, my tears dampening Chris’s black suit jacket. I sniffle and look up at him, my eyes red and puffy. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just that sometimes, I can’t help but think that I’m betraying him by being with you.” I admit, feeling guilty once again. Chris’s expression softens and he wipes my tears away with his vinyl gloved thumb. 

“Honey, you’re not betraying him. What we have now is completely separate from what you had with him. You’re allowed to move forward and find love again,” Chris says, his eyes boring into mine. I nod, my breathing starting to even out. “And besides, if Marcus were here, he would want you to be happy. He would want you to find someone who loves you just as much as he did.” 

“You’re right,” I say, my voice steady. “I’m not going to let my past hold me back from being happy with you. I love you, Chris. I want to take these photos with you and show the world we’re together.” 

Chris smiles and leans down to kiss my temple. “That’s my girl.” He says, his voice laced with pride. “Let's go take some damn good photos and show everyone what they’ve been missing.” 

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night

And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

“And I can make your photoshoot just as special,” Chris and I turn our heads after hearing the familiar Dutch accent of our friend, Malakai Black, who walks on set with Lyra by his side. My eyes widen in surprise at hearing this. “I’ve taken plenty of photos of Lyra for BlxckMass, my clothing line when we were first starting out.” 

Excitement and gratitude fills my whole being as I look at Malakai and at Lyra, who nods in agreement with him. 

“Are you serious?” I ask, my eyes shining with anticipation as Malakai nods. 

“Of course, it would be my pleasure,” Malakai replies with a smile, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I beam with excitement, feeling happy to be surrounded by such a supportive group of friends. 

“Thank you so much, Malakai. You have no idea how much this means to me,” I reply, feeling tears of joy prickle in the corners of my eyes. Malakai gives me a warm hug before stepping back and getting to work. I feel Chris’s hand slip into mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“You ready, babe?” He asks me with a smile. I nod, feeling a sense of calmness wash over me. I know I can do this, with Chris and my friends by my side. 

“Yeah, let’s do this.” Chris’s smile widens as he places a soft kiss on the back of my hand. 

“Okay. I’ll see you on set,” Chris murmurs as he places a soft kiss on my lips as a grin crosses my face as he, Malakai and Lyra leave so I can finish getting ready. 

Angela finishes up my makeup, which is a smokey and vampy look– black eyeshadow and burgundy lips. I change into my dress, which is the “Anaya” dress from Fashion Nova– the dress is made of black faux leather with cut-outs on the side and showing off my fox and deer antler tattoos on my sides and showing off my phoenix tattoo on my hip. 

I complete the outfit with a pair of black fishnet stockings and my black faux leather heeled boots from Lamoda. I have my hair curled and I adjust my golden wolf necklace on my neck. I walk out of the dressing room, my heels clicking on the floor. 

I walk on set to see Chris, who’s sitting on the black and gray gothic couch that we’ll be using for the shoot. His jaw drops to the floor when he sees me, and I can see that he’s trying to hold himself back because he’s turned on by me. He continues to stare at me until Lyra snaps her fingers in his face to get his attention. 

“Hey, save it for your Werewolf performance, dude.” Lyra mutters and Malakai snickers softly as Chris pinches the bridge of his nose, being reminded of how he would thrust his hips near his mic stand when he’d be singing Werewolf on stage. 

"Why are you talking about that performance again?” I ask as I glance over at Lyra, Chris meets my eyes and shrugs his shoulders. 

“You look stunning in that dress, honey,” Chris murmurs, his voice husky with desire. My eyes widen as I realize what he means and I facepalm. I hear Malakai and Lyra laugh in the background. 

“Please tell me that your pants are still dry,” I mutter as Lyra leans in and her hand covers my ear. 

“They almost weren’t,” Lyra whispers as Malakai realizes what Lyra told me and he bursts out laughing. 

“Can we please get this fucking shoot over with?” Chris grumbles as he glares daggers at Lyra and Malakai nods in agreement. 

“Sure, man. Alright, you two. Let’s get started,” Malakai told us as he instructed us to pose. Chris pulls me into his lap, my chest against his back as he nuzzles his face into my hair. I can’t help but feel a little giddy at the thought of being so close to the man I love. My favorite pose is when I lean back to look at him and Chris moves his face close to mine, our noses barely touching as I breathe him in– cologne, coffee and pumpkin spice filling my nose. 

I close my eyes as I feel his warm breath on my cheek, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. The way he looks at me makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world that matters to him. I feel Chris’s hands slide down my arms, as he pulls me closer– our lips just inches apart. 

But before our lips could meet, Malakai clears his throat, causing Chris and I to jump slightly apart in embarassment. He captures the perfect shot, our love and chemistry evident in the way we look at each other. 

“Okay, that’s a wrap,” Malakai says, smiling at the two of us. “You guys were amazing.” 

“Thanks, man,” Chris says, grinning from ear to ear. “Can’t wait to see the finished product.” 

I look at Chris, feeling grateful and happy. I feel a sense of contentment in my heart and know that, with Chris by my side, I could face anything that comes my way. I lean in and kiss him, my lips soft and supple against his. As we pull away, I see the love and adoration on his face and we hug each other tightly, feeling the warmth and love only we can give each other. 

“I love you,” Chris whispers softly, his hand on the back of my head as he strokes my hair. 

“I love you too,” I reply, feeling tears of happiness roll down my cheeks. Suddenly, as our lips are about to meet again, my phone starts ringing. I sigh, pull away from Chris and get off the couch. Lyra hands me my phone. 

“Hello?” I speak and I hear a small pause on the other line as I stand, crossing one leg over the other. 

“Hey, sis,” It’s my brother, Nicholas. Nicholas has been trying to call me a few times while Chris and I’ve been at our photoshoot. Our conversation switches from English to Portuguese quickly as he tells me that Adrian is in the hospital and isn’t doing well and Chris has a look of worry on his face as I pace back and forth on set. 

I end the call ten minutes later and I start to cry, I bury my face in my hands. Chris stands up then and he walks over to me. 

“Honey? Is everything okay?” He asks, I look up at him with tears streaming down my face. 

“That was my brother, Nicholas,” I say. “Him and my middle brother, Colin, just called to tell me that my little brother, Adrian, isn’t doing well.” 

Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky

And so I became the butt of the joke

Chris’s eyes widen as he remembers when I told him how close I am with my three brothers, including Adrian, who had found me after I had overdosed on heroin and had gotten me the medical attention I needed when I had lost Marcus. He takes my hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

“Is he okay? What happened?” Chris asks, concern etches on his face. I shake my head, tears still streaming down my face. 

“I don’t know yet. They said he’s in the hospital and it doesn’t look good. I have to fly back home to Baltimore and see him.” I say, my voice is shaking with emotion. Chris wraps his strong arms around me, holding me close as I cry into his chest. 

“I’m coming with you,” He says firmly, his voice filling up with determination. I look up at him and I’m touched by his offer. 

“You don’t have to,” I say with a shaky voice. “I don’t want to burden you with my family drama.” 

“Hey. Stop it,” Chris murmurs sternly, wiping away my tears with his thumb. “You are not a burden to me, Lycia Rose and you never will be. I love you and I’m here for you, no matter what.” 

I look up at Chris and I know deep down that I love him more than anything and the fact that he’s willing to be here for me during my family’s crisis is all I need to know. 

“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice is full of emotion. “I love you so much.” 

Chris smiles down at me, his brown eyes filled with love and tenderness. “I love you too, Lycia. Let’s go see your brother.” 

Without another word, we grab our things and head out of the studio, hand in hand. As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for Chris and the love and support he always gives me. I know that no matter what, we would face it together. 

Baltimore/Washington International Thurgood Marshall Airport: Baltimore, Maryland– September 9th, 2023. 

The journey back home to Baltimore was exhausting so I wear a simple outfit of a black bomber jacket, a red baby tee from Nasty Gal that says “She Devil” on it, a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and my Vans, filled with silent moments that were cut only by the sound of me sniffling every now and then. 

Chris, despite being an anxious mess when he goes on flights, holds my hand and rubs his thumb over the back of my knuckles, his eyes never straying from my face. He knows he has to be strong for me, be the rock I can lean on when things get tough. He knows that the next few days are going to be difficult, but he knows that he has to be there for me. 

When we arrive in Baltimore, my brothers are waiting for me at the airport. Nicholas, my older brother who has my brown hair and green eyes and a half sleeve of traditional tattoos on his left arm, wore a white button-down shirt and a pair of gray jeans and converse on his feet. My middle brother, Colin, has his black hair up in a bun, hazel eyes bright and wears a Scream shirt from Saints of The Undead that has Ghostface on the front of it, a pair of skinny jeans and boots. 

They rush to me as soon as they see me with Chris, hugging me tightly and telling me how much they love me as Chris steps back to let me have my moment with my brothers but stays close in case I need him. I then turn to Chris and I wave him over toward me and my brothers, Chris walks up to me and he takes my hand in his. 

“Nicholas, Colin. This is my boyfriend, Chris. Chris, these are my brothers.” I say. Chris shakes hands with Nicholas and Colin, his face solemn and serious. He can see that my brothers are also worried about Adrian’s condition. 

“Thank you for coming with Lycia,” Nicholas says, his voice laced with gratitude. “We appreciate it.” 

“Of course,” Chris replies. “I’m here for her.” 

Colin put his hand on my shoulder, looking at her with concern and love. “Let’s go to the hospital, sis. We need to see Adrian.” 

I nod as I wipe away tears from my eyes as I walk alongside my brothers toward the exit, Colin takes one look back at Chris as he walks next to me and says to me softly: “Your boyfriend looks so familiar. What does he do professionally?” 

“My boyfriend’s the lead singer of Motionless In White,” I reply as Colin’s eyes widen in recognition. 

“Wait, Chris Motionless? THE Chris Motionless?!” Colin whispers as I chuckle lightly at his reaction. 

“Yes, that Chris Motionless,” I tell him with a smile on my face. 

“Wow,” Colin says, impressed. “I had no idea you were dating such a famous musician.” 

I blush, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the attention. “He’s just Chris to me,” I say softly, feeling Chris’s hand squeeze mine in reassurance as we head for the hospital. 

I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked

Clearin' the air, I breathed in the smoke

We reach the hospital, University of Maryland Medical Center and my heart is racing. I can’t bear the thought of losing my baby brother, I already have lost my first love and the grief nearly killed me in the past. I’m thankful that Chris is here with me, holding my hand tightly, giving me the strength I need to face anything that comes my way. 

We enter the hospital room and find Adrian hooked up to multiple machines, my heart aches at the sight of seeing my little brother like this. I rush to his side, tears stream down my face as I hold his hand tightly. Chris stands behind me, a hand on my back as he offers me some silent support. 

The hours ticked by as my family and I wait for updates on Adrian’s condition. Chris stays by my side the whole time, never leaving me alone. He knows how difficult it is for me to watch my brother struggle like this, and he’s determined to stay there no matter what. 

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the doctor comes in to give us all an update. He explains that Adrian has contracted some strain of pneumonia after being infected with COVID and is in critical condition but the hospital staff are doing their best to keep him alive. The news hit me hard and I burst into tears again. Chris wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly as I cry into his chest. 

It was a sleepless night for me and my family. We all have barely slept, all of us taking turns by Adrian’s side, watching him breathe through the machines. I sigh and wipe away my tears as I glance into the window of Adrian’s room. Nicholas walks up to me and gives me a side hug, I lay my head on his shoulder as I listen to the beeps of the machines in Adrian’s room. 

“So, how’s Chris treating you?” Nicholas asks as I pull away from the hug. “You know, since Marcus died?” 

“He’s wonderful,” I explain. “He’s been my rock through all of this, I have never had someone love me the way that he does, he always makes me laugh and he surprises me when I don’t expect him to.” 

“Like right now?” Nicholas and I turn to see Chris walking towards me with a pumpkin spice latte and food for my brothers from Starbucks in his hand. He kisses me on the cheek as he hands me my coffee and food. “And something to brighten your day.” 

Chris pulls out a single Queen of The Night tulip from behind his back, I feel tears spring into my eyes at the sight of my favorite dark purple flower in his hand. 

“Chris, you didn’t have to do this,” I say softly. 

“I know, honey, but I wanted to,” Chris replies, smiling at me. “I’d do anything to make you feel even a little bit better.” 

I lean in to kiss Chris, grateful for his unwavering love and support. As I pull away, Chris takes my hand in his. “Let’s go for a walk. Some fresh air will do you some good.” 

I nod and follow Chris out of the hospital, taking my coffee and food with me as we walk in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth of the sun on our skin and the cool breeze blowing through our hair. 

As we walk, I can’t help but still feel guilty. Guilty over any type of happiness while Adrian’s fighting for his life in that hospital bed. Chris senses my distress as he squeezes my hand gently. 

“What’s the matter, my sweet Lycia?” He asks. “Talk to me.” 

“It’s just not fair,” My voice shakes with emotion as I speak. “Why did this have to happen to Adrian? He didn’t deserve to be going through this.” 

Chris pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly as I cry into his chest. His fingers run through my caramel brown and purple hair, his heart aching as he listens to my sobs. 

“Honey, look at me,” Chris put both of his tattooed hands on my face, lifting it up so our eyes met, yellow-green hazel and brown. “I know it’s not fair, but we can’t change what happened. All we can do now is be there for him and hope for the best.” 

“I can’t lose him, Chris,” I sniffle. “I’ve already lost Marcus and that damn near killed me, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my baby brother too.” 

Chris wipes away my tears and pulls me into another embrace, his chin resting on the top of my head. 

“You won’t lose him, Lycia,” He whispers. “Adrian is strong, just like you are. He’ll pull through this, you have to trust me. I know you’re worried and I know you’re scared. But you have me, baby. You will always have me.” 

Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down

Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town

Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now

It's brighter now, now

I feel a flicker of warmth ignite in my chest as Chris speaks, his words sinking in and calming my nerves. I look up at him, my yellow-green hazel eyes meeting his calm brown ones and I see the sincerity and love behind them. I know he’s right, Adrian is strong and he will pull through this. 

I pull away from Chris slightly and smile weakly at him. “Thank you, Christopher Cerulli. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

Chris places a gentle kiss on my forehead and wraps an arm around me. “You won’t ever have to find out, Lycia. I’ll always be here for you, through thick and thin.” 

We continue on our walk, taking peaceful steps through the grassy park adjacent to the hospital. I inhale the scent of my dark purple tulip and feel the comfort of Chris’s touch as we walk. The sun’s setting, painting the sky with hues of pink and purple as we sit on a bench. 

I feel a wave of peace wash over me as I look over at my Chris Motionless, whose purple hair matches the purple of the sunset sky, his jawline and neck tattoo and his brown eyes which hold so much love for me, I feel my heart flutter in my chest. 

As we sat there, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for Chris’s love. I know it’s rare to find someone who loves you unconditionally, accepts and supports you through everything and cherishes every moment with you. I found that in Chris and I’m grateful for it every day. 

But as the sun sets and the sky darkens, my thoughts turn back to Adrian and his condition. My heart aches with worry and fear. He notices my distress and pulls me closer, his arm protectively around my shoulders. 

“Hey, now.” He says softly, cupping my chin and tilting my face so I look at him. “Don’t worry so much, my love. Everything’s going to be okay.” 

I nod but my fears continue to plague my mind. I lean my head against Chris’s broad chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and drawing comfort from it. In this moment, I know I’m safe with him and he would do anything to keep it that way. 

As we sit there, a cool breeze picks up and sends a shiver through my body and I left my bomber jacket inside the hospital with Nicholas and Adrian. Chris notices and immediately stands up, taking off his leather jacket. Without a single word, he drapes it over my shoulders, his fingers lingering on my skin for a moment. 

I stare up at Chris, struck by the tenderness of his gesture. I could feel his warmth through the jacket as well as smell his cologne too. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, smiling softly at him as I shake my head. 

“What?” Chris asks as he looks at me and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. 

“I just love being in love with you, Christopher Cerulli,” I whisper. Chris grins at my words, feeling a rush of affection towards me. He leans in and kisses me deeply, his lips moving with mine with a passion that makes my heart race. 

“I love being in love with you too, Lycia,” Chris murmurs against my lips when we finally pull away. “You mean everything to me.” 

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

(I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

(Things will never be the same)

My smile widens as I lean in to kiss him again, our lips meet in perfect sync. As we kiss, I hear my phone go off, I break our kiss and look down at my phone to see a text message from our friend, Malakai Black. 

Malakai: Hey Lycia. I have a few photos from the shoot I took of you and Chris the other day. Sending them to you now. 

I feel a sudden excitement surge through me, eager to see the photos. I show the message to Chris and we both look through the photos, admiring the stunning shots Malakai had captured. 

“You look so beautiful,” Chris says, his eyes fixed on the photo of us sitting on the black and gray gothic couch, him sitting up against the wall with me in his arms. 

“You’re not too bad looking yourself, Motionless,” I tease, a playful gleam in my eyes. Chris chuckles and pulls me close in his arms, kissing my forehead sweetly. 

“Let’s go check on your little brother,” He says, his tone more serious. I nod and stand up, Chris following suit with his arm still wrapped around me. As we walk back through the entryway of the hospital and go up to Adrian’s room, I pause when I see my parents, Daniel and Sophia, sitting with Nicholas and Colin. 

“Honey? What’s the matter?” Chris asks. I look over at Chris, my eyes fill with angry tears as I grit my teeth, remembering the years of verbal abuse my parents put me through after I was sexually assaulted at fourteen. I go to confront them but Nicholas steps in front of me. 

“Mom, Dad, I know you’re here to see Adrian, but if you say anything negative towards our sister, you both can leave right now.” Nicholas says. 

I give my brother a small hug before turning to my parents. “You don’t get to act like everything is normal. I’m glad you’re here for Adrian but don’t even think of minimizing my feelings. I know what you’ve said to me in the past and I’ll never forget it.” 

With that, I turn away so they couldn’t see the tears falling down my face. Chris put his arm around me and pull me close to him. 

“You don’t have to talk to them if you don’t want to,” He whispers before leading me out of the room. 

Once we’re in the hallway, I cry into his shirt as Chris holds me close, not saying a word. He just wants to make sure that I’m okay. When the tears stop, Chris tightens his arms around me, not releasing me until I’m ready to talk. When I step back, he looks into my eyes and wipes away my tears. 

“I’m so sorry, baby,” He says. “I know your parents hurt you and that just can’t be erased. But I’m here for you and will do anything I can to help you heal.” 

I give him a warm smile and hug him again, my arms wrapping around his neck and my fingers stroking his purple hair. When our eyes meet again, my heart melts. 

I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night

(Now I'm wide awake)

And now I see daylight (Daylight), I only see daylight (Daylight)

“Thank you, Chris.” I say softly, leaning in for a kiss. “Thank you for being here for me, holding me when I need you to. I love you.” 

Chris smiles and kisses me back before taking my hand in his and leading me back to go check on Adrian. Through the rest of the visit, I’m grateful to have Chris by my side, understanding my pain and comforting me when it got to be too much. 

The next day, after being in the hospital with my brothers and worrying so much about Adrian’s condition, Chris decides to take me out on a date in Baltimore. I’d been woken up by feeling Chris kissing all over my skin. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” He says as he looks into my eyes, his bare tattooed upper body on display. I smile and hug him tightly, thankful for his undying support. I know I can rely on him when things get rough and he understands me like no one else. I know I’m lucky to have him in my life. 

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me and continue to do for me,” I say as I kiss him on the lips sweetly. Chris blushes and smiles at my words. 

“You don’t have to thank me,” He murmurs. “I just want to make sure you’re happy and you’re able to enjoy life even during tough times. Now, let’s get dressed and go have some fun, okay?” 

I nod and get out of bed and change into my outfit– an oversized Scooby Doo graphic tee from Nasty Gal, a pair of black wet look leggings from Black Milk Clothing as well as one of Chris’s faux leather jackets, I’m now ready to revisit my old stomping grounds in Baltimore with Chris by my side. We start our day with Chris surprising me by taking me to go get some lovely vegan breakfast, as well as taking me back to my favorite place and escape– Edgar Allan Poe’s Home & Museum. 

As we walk through the rooms of Poe’s house, I can’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia– remembering when I used to come here to escape when I was growing up, how it became one of the first places I took photos of when I started out in the photography field. Now, with Chris by my side, the experience’s much sweeter. I take Chris’s hand in mine and led him into one of the smaller rooms with a nook. 

“Can we sit here for a moment?” I ask as I point to the cushioned nook. Chris nods and sits down, pulling me into his lap. 

“You know, this place has always given me a sense of relief,” I say as I lean my head on his shoulder. “I used to come here to escape everything that was happening in my life. This place is actually one of the first places that I took photographs of when I was first starting out as a photographer.” 

(Now I'm wide awake)

And now I see daylight (Daylight), I only see daylight (Daylight)

I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight

I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight

Chris rests his chin on my shoulder as he listens to me, he knows how much this place means to me and he’s glad he could be here with me. 

“I remember you telling me on our first date,” He says softly. “You’ve come so far since then. You’re an amazing photographer, Lycia.” 

I smile as I feel a rush of pride wash over me as I look into his loving brown eyes, my hand reaching up to caress his tattooed jawline. 

“Thanks, Chris. You always know how to make me feel better,” I say. Chris leans in to kiss me deeply, he loves the way my lips feel against his and how my body seems to melt in his arms. He would do anything for me. 

After our visit to Poe’s house and seeing his gravesite, Chris and I decide to take a boat ride out on the water. It’s a beautiful day, despite it being a bit chilly out and the water is calm and sparkling. As we board the boat, hand in hand, Chris can’t help but look over at me– I’m a sight to behold, my caramel brown and purple hair waving in the breeze, my yellow-green hazel eyes gleaming with excitement. 

Chris knows that he’s lucky to have me in his life and kept the promise to make sure that I’m happy every day that we’re together. The boat ride is a peaceful one, the two of us sitting close by as we watch the water go by. I lean my head on Chris’s chest and I let out a contented sigh. 

“This place is so beautiful,” I say. “I’m glad we decided to come out here, I’ve missed it so much.” 

Chris smiles and wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. 

“Not as beautiful as you are,” He says. “I just want to make you happy, Lycia and to clear your mind today. You mean so much to me.” 

I smile and look at Chris, my eyes piercing his soul as my fingers caress his face. 

“You make me happy every day, Chris. There’s no one else I’d rather be than with you.” I lean in and capture his lips with mine in a passionate kiss, both of us savoring the moment. Chris holds me close, never letting go of me. 

We pull away from the kiss, where Chris proceeds to place small butterfly kisses on my face, making me start to giggle. He wanted to hear me laugh, he hadn’t heard it since we’d arrived in Baltimore because I’ve been so worried about Adrian being in the hospital. 

As our laughter died down and we sit down in comfortable silence, I begin to fiddle with the bottom of my shirt, pulling at the fabric nervously. Chris can tell that something is on my mind. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Chris asks, gently. I sigh and meet his calm brown eyes. 

“I’m just worried about Adrian,” I say, my voice filled with sadness. “I feel like I should be there with him.” 

Chris reaches over and takes my hand in his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

“We’ll go and see him after this,” Chris murmurs. “But for now, let’s just enjoy this moment together.” 

I nod, a small smile crossing my face. We continue our boat ride, the sun beginning to set over the horizon. It’s getting colder but Chris didn’t want to let go of my hand. He knows that there are tough times ahead and he also knows that he and I are in it together, no matter what. 

And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me (Intertwined)

I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)

As the boat ride comes to an end, Chris leans in to whisper in my ear: “I love you more than anything in this world.” 

I turn to him and with a smile on my face, whispered back: “I love you more than anything in this world too.” 

We share another sweet kiss together before we head back to the hospital together to see Adrian and as long as I have Chris with me– I can face this and get through it. 

And I can still see it all (In my head)

Back and forth from New York (Sneakin' in your bed)

I once believed love would be (Burnin' red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

Like daylight, daylight…..

[ghoulbat666]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

When Chris loses a bet with his friends, he gets more than he bargained for.

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[synthetic-wasp-570]

HEY GUYS!! 🙌💞

If there is one thing I fucking love, it's reading Chris motionless Fan fictions!! If you're like me, check this new story out, and all the others that Desi has wrote, she's amazing!! 💞

[freerebelmentality]

If you want a good Motionless In White Fic, here is the link and enjoy reading.

The writer is awesome 👏🏼

[ilovejoostklein]

heyy idk if you like ski aggu too but could you write a reader x ski aggu x joost fic with the reader being a rich, spoiled groupie who wants to hook up with them? tysm 💕

i love this omg.

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I Want It All

You’re a rich, spoiled international student who wants nothing more but to meet your favorite musicians

nsfw: smut

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You were bored, with too much money to know what to do with. You were an international student in Germany, spoiled rotten your parents hoped that being in a new country and acclimating yourself to a new environment would teach you some independence. In a way they were right, you’d come to this show completely alone, just telling your friends you’d done it spontaneously as a white lie. 

The truth is you’d planned to go to the concert for weeks in excruciating detail. Obsession was an understatement for what you felt for these two singers, Ski Aggu and Joost Klein. Your studies had bored you, school was always too easy thanks to your private school background and rigorous expectations set throughout your life, hard work came naturally to you and became more like a routine than a conscious effort. Spring was turning to summer, the heat, the flowers in full boom, vibrant green trees, and endless possibilities excited you to no end. You had your daddy’s money to waste, the world was like your playground and you’d become accustomed to getting what you wanted no matter what. 

You’d gotten tickets on a balcony to avoid getting overly crowded and to be under the bright lights for too long. You wanted to keep your distance from others, watching closely, singing along to some songs, and recording half the concert to have something to watch back on and show your friends. When the concert ended, you were probably the only one who wasn’t upset it was over.

You carefully snuck past the crowds and approached a security guard who was by the backstage area. After a bit of failed negotiation, it took slipping a few hundred euros into his hand you asked him if he could do you a favor and see if he could get you backstage. You embellished, saying that you were a huge fan and just wished that you could get a few of your CDs signed. It was partly true, you were a fan and had the CDs in your ridiculously expensive purse, but you had other intentions, or rather hopes. 

The security guard escorted you to the backstage area. It was quiet, the walls making the sound of the music that continued to play as people left muffled. All you could hear besides that was your footsteps and the heavier ones of the security guard, who was one of the tallest and scariest men you’d ever seen. It failed to intimidate you though, money always worked wonders to make a scary man sweeten up and tuck his tail between his legs. 

“What do you work as?” The man’s accent was a bit thick and he was forward, you noticed he was eyeing down your outfit

“My dad owns a company.” You answered with a smile, making the man chuckle and shake his head. “But I’m just a student.”

“You are wearing very expensive clothes, so forgive me.” He explained a bit apprehensively, worried he’d accidentally offend you, “Are you sure you just want CDs signed?”

You could tell he was asking as an offer, not over suspicion. You can see that he was willing to pull some strings for you, but you were confident you didn’t need extra help. You only smiled, nodding your head innocently before he led you to a door, knocking three times. You could hear the commotion coming to a halt, the loud conversation of two men, and the sound of a football match. 

“There’s a fan here for you.” The security guard announced loudly. “Very beautiful.” He winked. 

You felt your heart fall to your feet. It felt like an elevator crashing, dramatic and terrifying you stood there motionless as you saw your distorted reflection in the colorful glass the man across from you had. They were up on his forehead now, exposing his eyes that he’d kept hidden for the show. They were beautiful, murky blue like the middle of the ocean. 

“Sprichst du Deutsch?” He asked immediately, you shook your head a bit embarrassed. “Oh, so sad.” He frowned. 

You introduced yourself impulsively before asking your question, “I was wondering if you could sign some things for me.” You asked nervously, pulling out the CDs and a sharpie, one meant for Joost and one for himself. “Please.”

He hesitated for a bit, “Ja, sure.” He took his CD, signing it quickly. “Joost!” He called loudly out over his shoulder. 

Joost sat up from the couch, he had a cigarette between his fingers, grey smoke lingering around him. He looked better up close, taller than you’d expected, His eyes lingered on you, they weren’t invading or judgmental, but slightly confused. You didn’t speak and just gave him the CD just as nervously, watching as they scribbled their signatures. 

“You smoke?” Joost asked, as he handed you back the CD you felt his fingers graze yours. 

“No.” You felt that you were already disappointed, seeing his face make the same expression that Aggu’s had. “Sorry.” 

“Oh no, that’s good.” He suddenly smiled, stepping aside you felt your heart begin to race, blood rushing to your face and ears. “Do you want to come inside for a bit?”

You felt yourself enter almost a trance as you stepped inside the dressing room, smelling of expensive men’s cologne, pungent tobacco, and beer. You glanced over to see the security guard had since left, leaving you completely alone. You didn’t understand why you were so apprehensive now, regret creeping in confused you, after all, this is exactly what you wanted. 

“Did you come here all alone?” Joost asked, walking over to one of the couches and beckoning you over. 

“Yes.” You answered, smoothing down your skirt as you sat down, with both men at either side of you. The couch was warm and plush under your skin, you tried to relax by leaning back as you faced one of the handsome men seated next to you. “I got a ticket last minute.”

Joost smiled again, his eyes looking you up and down before settling on your purse. “You must be a rich girl.” He joked, “Are you studying here in Germany?”

You nodded, distracted by Aggu reaching over your thigh and putting a beer bottle in your lap. You winced at the coldness, holding it in your hands as he opened it for you and pushed it to your lips. 

“Here, you must drink if you don’t smoke?” Aggu asked, you felt his arm settle near your waist, his fingertips hardly touching your exposed skin. “It’s good, German beer.”

You hated beer, but you felt you were already starting on the wrong foot, making how spoiled you were too apparent. “I’ll try it.” You took a sip, grimacing a bit from the bitter, earthy flavor. “It’s fine.” You said when you realized they were anxiously waiting for your response. 

They chuckled, eyes fixated on you to the point it almost felt like you were naked. They looked down at your figure, wrapped away inexpensive, pristine clothing you looked completely out of place. They thought of their cheap CDs stuffed in your bag worth thousands, the blush on your cheeks, and mascara brushed on your lashes probably from luxury brands. They wondered why you of all people were at one of their shows. 

“You must have a boyfriend, no?” Aggu asked suddenly. “Why would he let you come here alone?”

You shook your head, and just like that a shared fantasy began to manifest itself. Aggu nodded with a strained smile, instinctively looking at Joost who was focused on his beer and crushing his cigarette, then at the door to tell him that he needed a moment of privacy. 

The two men excused themselves as politely as possible, saying that they wanted to go out to have a smoke instead of doing it rudely in front of you, but to help yourself to any more beers in the meantime. Joost shut the door quietly, leading Aggu to the closest exit. 

They stood outside, the night was a bit eerie, hardly any stars were visible as they were in the middle of Berlin, nothing was heard but the rustling of trees, and all they felt was the cool and against their skin that was quickly heating up. They were nervous, desperately needing a moment to gather themselves and decide what to do about you. It seemed like an opportunity fell into their laps, but it didn’t mean that it would be wise to take it. 

Even if there was tension between them, almost a sort of unspoken desire that they wanted the same thing, no one spoke. They smoked in silence for a while, the only sound of their breathing. 

“I want to fuck her,” Aggu said suddenly. His tone was shockingly, almost offensively casual as he lit his cigarette. 

Joost hesitated for a moment, flicking the lighter over and over as his cigarette burned and wasted between his fingers. He thought of you again, wondering what you were doing in the room all alone, and what thoughts were racing through your mind. He was strung out tonight, the show allowed him to get pent-up energy out, but never all of it. He smoked until he couldn’t bare it and drank enough to calm his nerves, but he realized that nothing would make him feel better than to fuck someone, it’s been so long, and seeing that you, how beautiful you were, and knowing you probably had enough money to buy him made you more attractive.

“I do too.” Joost finally answered, taking a short drag from his cigarette, wondering if Aggu was serious or just saying it as a vulgar compliment.

“We can fuck her together.” Aggu’s tone was still overly casual, it intimidated Joost as much as it began to excite him. “I think she’d like that.” 

It was subtle, his face was still as he felt overtaken by disbelief and reluctance as he’d never been in this situation before. He thought of it, a spoiled girl like yourself getting fucked by two men was beneath you, and knowing that only made him desire it to the point it was almost torturous. He didn’t realize he could want something this much, the fantasy replaying in his mind was tempting, and he didn’t want to let you slip through his fingers.

“How do you know that?” Joost questioned, his demeanor becoming standoffish. He couldn’t imagine the humiliation he’d feel if you turned them down, or worse preferred Aggu over himself. 

“Don’t be stupid.” Aggu threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. “Let’s go, I’m getting cold.”

Joost did the same with his half-smoked cigarette and trailed behind Aggu, watching from just outside the door as he entered back into the room. Your eyes lit up immediately, looking up at him with stars in your eyes he began to suspect that he’d been right about you. Closing the door behind him, he still stayed in the same spot, his back leaning against it.

What came next shouldn’t have surprised him. He watched as Aggu sat down beside you, a drunken smile on his face, hands smoothing down on your arms before he leaned over and kept his face close to yours. 

“Are you sure you don’t have a boyfriend?” Aggu’s voice had softened, his hand grasping your thigh making you instantly grow cold. “You’re too pretty.”

“I don’t.” You mumbled, staring directly at the floor you couldn’t find it within yourself to face him. 

You were allowed a moment away from his burning gaze but soon felt his fingers hold your chin and force you to turn your head. It was a bit jarring to see him without the ski goggles, but still, you couldn’t help but wonder why he’d willingly cover up such gorgeous eyes.

“Did your parents pay for your ticket?” Aggu questioned, your chest ignited with a combination of shame and excitement, you knew exactly what he thought of you.

“Kind of, they send me money often.” You admitted the look on his face made you instinctively squeeze your thighs together. Lust had completely taken over any sense you had.

“That’s cute.” Aggu’s hand squeezed down on your thigh, his thumb tracing circles against your soft skin. 

Everything about you was begging to be ruined. Your skin was almost unrealistically soft. He couldn’t imagine how high maintenance you were, how expensive your self-care products and your trips to the spa were. All for him to be able to hold you and eventually have his way with you. As he continued to touch your thigh, his eyes hadn’t left yours, leaning over he finally caved into his desires.

Joost couldn’t help but stare. He watched as your glossy lips parted and your eyes fluttered shut.  Aggu’s lips were plush against you, he watched as he brought you closer, his lips parting from yours only for his tongue lying flat against your neck the feeling made you squirm in his arms. The sight entranced him, he wanted to touch you but couldn’t find it in himself to move.

“Joost,” Aggu spoke against your neck making you squirm. “Stop watching, come here.”

He sat down next to you nervously. Aggu stopped kissing your neck for a moment to position you perfectly in the center so that Joost wouldn’t just have your back turned to him. 

You felt too many hands on you, squeezing your breasts, grazing over your waist, caressing your thighs. You couldn’t hold in the sounds you were making, the feeling of getting your neck kissed and their strong hands touching you was too much all at once. 

You couldn’t tell whose lips were softer, a minuscule detail you forced your thoughts to center on so that you had some sense of control. It was an empty effort, you were taken over by need and found yourself leaning towards one of the men for a kiss. 

You peeked through and saw you were kissing Joost, but the way his mustache scratched against your upper lip had given it away at first. The kiss didn’t last as long as you’d hoped, Aggu, impatient and a bit jealous moved your cheek so that you’d kiss him instead. 

“Don’t make us fight.” Aggu teased, one strong hand squeezing down on your breast as he kissed you.

You felt Joost press his lips against the corner of your mouth, the two men had become so desperate it intimidated you how strongly they were coming onto you. You began to wonder if you could handle going any further, two men kissing you at the same time was already overwhelming. 

You watched as their lips accidentally grazed each other’s, hearing them chuckle before they took turns kissing you on the lips. It cooled the tension for a moment, you were surprised that they could get along so well. 

You felt Aggu kiss your neck as Joost held your chin in his hand and brought you into a much softer kiss. Aggu was the first to begin to undress you. He carefully slid down the strap to your shirt, as eager as he was, when he saw that you slid the other down for him he took it as a sign to continue. 

You practically felt your clothes torn off your body by them both, stripping you bare as if you were teasing them for hours on end. Joost had left your lips puffy from his greedily passionate kiss, and the delicate skin on your neck throbbed from how many love bites Aggu left. They took everything off except for your stockings. They were black, slightly sheer, and sitting atop your lingerie. It wasn’t blatant with garter and intricate designs, but it was clear you’d made an effort.

“This is very nice,” Joost remarked as he squeezed down on your breasts, you felt yourself burn at the slight smirk on his face and the way he glanced at Aggu. “It’s very nice, isn’t it?” 

“I feel bad for your boyfriend, waiting at home for you.” Aggu teased, “Do you always wear things like this under your clothes?”

You couldn’t answer. You felt Aggu rest his hand on the back of your neck and guide you down so that you were now lying on your side. Your cheek rubbed up against the rough fabric of his dark jeans, you could smell the faint cologne and cigarette smoke, it nauseated and excited you.

Joost’s hands held your waist, gently moving you to the side so that you’d be lying on your stomach. He heard him sit up, the blood abandoning all your limbs to rush towards your head. You felt the room spinning as Aggu played with your hair, alternating from smoothing it down his gently to twirling a few strands around his fingers and tugging at it.     

Joost was behind you, his hands running down your back like stones skipping in the water, you shivered under his touch with anticipation. His fingers grazed against you softly, soon settling on your ass and grabbing and kneading down. You heard the two men share a laugh, Aggu leaning over to spank you a few times. Internally, that was the final moment of sanity you had left. You were never so desperate to be touched, you felt like it was almost cruel and were moments away from begging them. 

“Are these stockings expensive?” Joost asked softly, his hand rubbing down to soothe where Aggu had slapped.

“Uh,” You began, trying to remember where they were from, “I think they were a hundred euros or something.”

The room fell silent for less than a second before erupting in soft laughter. It was mocking, you felt ridiculed but strangely from the way they held you, Joost’s hand rubbing down on your back as Aggu continued to gently pet your hair the shame excited you. 

“You’re crazy.” Joost chuckled, staring down at the stockings he felt an intrusive thought naw at him. “You can get them for 5 euros at any store you know?”

Of course, you knew, and of course, Joost did as well. It shouldn’t have come as such a surprise how fixated he was on your stockings when after a while of his hands running up and down the sheer, thin material he bunched them up as his hands and soon you heard the first sound of the threads snapping loose. 

The sound of tearing had again silenced the room but was intertwined by Joost’s first sound of pleasure. He groaned softly as he watched the fabric tear and split, like a present revealing your soft skin underneath. It invigorated him, relinquishing the power you had over to him and having complete freedom to make you a part of his fantasy. 

“I’m sorry.” Joost offered the apology, not necessarily regretting it but he didn’t want to upset you. “I’ll get you new ones.”

“The ones that cost five euros?” Aggu chuckled, getting a slap on the side of his arm in response. 

Joost finished undressing you completely, and soon everything had completely settled into reality for you. The coolness of the room should’ve helped to prevent how you burned up inside, a fire deep in your stomach and rushing over your body. You had lost a bit of sense, positioning yourself in a way that better to be fucked, and with your free hand, you tugged on Aggu’s belt.

“Zo wanhopig, so desperate,” Joost mumbled, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you back. “Are you comfortable like this?”

You looked back at him over your shoulder, nodding a bit apprehensively. As much as you wanted it you didn’t feel quite ready, but it was as if Joost heard and granted your internal wish. As Aggu continued playing with your hair and letting you palm him through his jeans, you felt Joost’s breath against your backside. 

He drew apart your thighs gently, leaning down, he kissed the backs of your thighs before he began to lick against your pussy. You couldn’t help but become immediately vocal. You whimpered with every movement, writhing your hips against his mouth selfishly. He didn’t seem to mind if anything he encouraged it as his fingers dug into your hips and kept them in place.

Aggu could only see Joost’s head from behind, but the only way thing he wanted was to watch the blissful expression on your face. As nice of a sight it was, paired with the sounds you were making soon made him grow impatient. It was like his body had a mind of its own, before he knew it his clothes were thrown messily in a pile near the couch and he was pushing his cock into your face.

He nudged it on your cheek to encourage you to open your mouth. You couldn’t describe the feeling that completely engulfed your senses. It was as lustful as it made you feel overly exposed. You’d never experienced anything close to this, and the fleeting thoughts of what your friends and your family would think if they knew. You couldn’t help but feel invigorated by the fact that it was so wrong and unlike you. 

Aggu could tell you were trying to maintain whatever poise you had left as you sucked him off. It was cute at first, you felt as he smoothed your hair out of your face and softly praised you, but as you withdrew too often as Joost eating you out was too overwhelming. Just like Joost held your hips in place, Aggu’s hands pulled your hair and shoved his cock into your mouth as softly as he could. 

The way you gagged against him drove him wild, it took every bit of constraint not to fuck your mouth as hard as he could. He relinquished some control, letting you take the lead. It soon dawned on him, from the look in your eyes that was far from begging but satisfied that he was just feeding into how spoiled you were. You came for CDs and now had Joost on his knees eating you out and Aggu aching for when it was his turn. 

As much as you didn’t want this to end, you felt your orgasm build steadily and you leaned desperately into chasing that feeling. Your legs grew unstable, you pushed yourself against Joost’s mouth and felt the enthusiasm reciprocated from how he hummed against you and sunk his fingers into your flesh. 

You cried out incoherently, Aggu’s cock hanging out your mouth as he let you ride out your orgasm against Joost’s tongue. He didn’t stop, the overstimulation sending electric bolts through your spent body. Your body ached with pleasure, every muscle relaxed, your heart pounding into your ears as your mind settled into a heavenly state. 

“You taste so good.” Joost’s face was now next to yours, you felt his breath against your neck making you shiver. “Give me a kiss.”

He brought you into a quick, sloppy kiss. His tongue shoved into your mouth, filling it with the taste of you. It was strange, not unpleasant but you’d never had anyone kiss you directly afterwards, especially like this. 

“Let me see.” Aggu pulled you up and kissed you a bit most gently, tasting remnants of yourself on your soft lips. “Get back on your knees and help Joost out.”

He was authoritative, yanking your hair and manhandling you before he spread your legs the same way Joost had, 

“Wait-“ You protested, overwhelmed, your head foggy and confused as you felt Aggu press a kiss against your sensitive clit. 

You were melting under their touch, your lips wrapped around Joost’s cock as Aggu ate your pussy just for the sake of tasting you. Once he was satisfied, you heard the sound of plastic tearing which made you burn with anticipation. 

“You want me to fuck you, Schatz?” Aggu cooed, his hand delicately smoothing down your back. “Hm?”

“Yes,” You withdrew from Joost’s cock before he guided your head back to pleasuring him. “Please, I need it.”

It was quick and sloppy. You felt completely used and you loved it. Aggu’s tip stretched you out, it burned with pleasure with every movement, matter how much you winced and grunted from the discomfort it was all worth it when he bottomed you out. He filled you up perfectly, the way his big hands felt against your hot skin made you grow weaker. The two men had made indentations of your hips, their infatuation with you, your body, the way you were like a little gift from the universe dropped into their lap.

You were an absolute dream. Joost watched as you gave him head, not being able to focus completely on the obscenities in the room. He listened to you spit on his dick and suck him off, the sound of your groans entertained with his own, and skin slapping from Aggu pounding into you. It was nothing less than a fantasy. He wondered how many people would kill just to get to watch.

“I’m gonna cum.” Joost sighed, breaking the tension momentarily, “Just like that, such a good girl.”

You felt it was almost rewarding to have them both in the palm of your hand. It was better than your climax to bring them both to that point, the two men panting and mumbling incoherent praises as they fucked you. They took turns kissing you just to see how you tasted. You began to truly believe there wasn’t anything in this world you couldn’t have. 

Joost came in your mouth without warning, bringing you back harshly to the reality of the room. Hearing his groan and cry out your name as he desperately bucked his hips into your mouth was the most incredible feeling. You swallowed without a second thought, eagerly licking against the shaft and tip as he watched a bit dumbfounded. 

“Oh, god.” Joost sighed, his eyes and voice weary. “You’re perfect.” He pinched your cheek lovingly before giving you a tired smile. 

Aggu’s pace at first was controlled, he didn’t want to make you overwhelm you as you took. care of Joost, he was a good friend after all. He wished he wasn’t so close, but seeing you suck Joost off and lap up his cock when he was done was too erotic, he wished he’d looked away, but the sounds alone could’ve gotten him off.

He tried to last longer, thinking of something to turn him off,  like the hangover he’ll have the next morning, the thought of packing up all his shit to get on a plane to the next show. It was all an empty effort when you looked over your shoulder. The way your eyes met his immediately, big, pleading with your eyebrows knit together in bliss. He put you on your back, with a few quick motions treating you like a doll so he could finish himself off. 

Aggu’s hands molded into yours, like hot glass,  so delicate and vulnerable. You didn’t notice how many hands were on you, Joost helping Aggu and positioning himself at the side of the couch. His lips suddenly pressed against your nipples, drawing out a pathetic sound. Two fingers pressed onto your clit, rubbing down as Aggu’s pace became punishing. 

Your body moved with his, staring up into his eyes you never wanted to look away. Your body was no longer yours for a few seconds, you’d completely surrendered to their touch and pleasure. Your orgasm had built up as quickly as it washed over you. Your body convulsed with pleasure, unexpedelyh which made it that much more intense. Aggu felt you clench around him, watching your blissful expression and feeling you soak his cock he couldn’t take it. 

He soon followed after you, being far more vocal than both you and Joost. His moans were deep and drawn out, pumping himself inside of you a few more times before he practically collapsed beside you. 

It was a tight fit, Aggu’s body was muscular, warm, and a bit tacky with sweat. Joost’s hands rubbed up and down your body to soothe you. Their tenderness was comforting, despite the fact this was all purely out of lust. 

Your body felt heavy, wrapped in Aggu’s arms you watched as Joost got up and went over to the corner of the room. You watched a bit confused as he took some crumbled bills from his wallet and stuck them in your purse, not before leaning down and kissing you. 

“Sorry about the stockings.” 

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guys i’m sorry for being inactive! i had some summer courses i was finishing up. i’m working on recs so ty to everyone for ur patience :)!

[senditcolton]

If You Want It Done

summary: after a disappointing playoff loss, brady reappears on your doorstep eight months after he ended things. and he has nothing on his mind but taking out his frustrations by having you desperate and keening for him once again. however, you aren't about to submit without a fight.

song inspo: NFWB by Hozier & Rats by Motionless in White word count: 5.1k warnings: feminine reader. smut! hair pulling, fingering, unprotected penetration, spanking, slight choking, oral (m receiving), and - as always - a healthy amount of dirty talk. plus somewhat toxic and insanely cocky brady.

a/n: no tricks here. just a sweet treat in the form of long- awaited Brady Skjei smut. technically it's a continuation of this blurb, but i just combined the original and the addition into one fic for you all. enjoy and happy halloween.

Sadness. Humiliation. Shame.

Those should be the emotions running through Brady as the plane lands back in Carolina after Game 4 of the Eastern Conference Finals. Because he wasn’t back ready to fight for another win. He was here to pack his bags and go home.

The best team in the Metro. Swept. By a wild card team who barely made the playoffs.

It was a disaster, an embarrassment. And Brady should feel the heavy weight of that failure, even if he might only be responsible for one-nineteenth of the blame. Or, at least, he should feel the waves of sadness crashing over him about the way it ended, or the mere fact that it did end.

But he didn’t. Perhaps he had earlier, when that final buzzer sounded and the fans in South Florida cheered. But now, having sat with those feelings for the better part of 24 hours, he was no longer sad.

He was angry.

And so, when the wheels touched down in Raleigh and he collected his car, he didn’t drive home.

Instead, he drove to yours.

~

A tired sigh leaves you as you pull up to your quaint cottage-style home. A long work week was cause for an even longer relaxing weekend and you were ready to start that weekend by getting inside and having a long nap. Or a strong drink. Or perhaps both.

However, after hopping out of your car and wandering up the small path that leads to your front door, your plans placed on a momentary hold when you see someone leaning against your siding, their baseball cap pulled low.

“I’m not interested in whatever you’re selling,” you call out, ready for this stranger to flash you an award-winning smile and tell you all about how their company could save you money on roofing repairs after last week’s storm.

But when their head lifts, you stop in your tracks as you recognize the face staring back at you.

Hell, you used to wake up to it every morning for eight months. Until he ended things.

“Brady.”

His name falls from your mouth in complete practiced apathy. You didn’t need him to know how much time you spent crying over him in the last month. You especially didn’t need him to know how your heart still skipped a beat when his eyes connected to yours.

“Did you see the game?” he asks.

“I heard.”

“And?”

“And what? Do you want to cry for you?”

There’s a humorless chuckle that comes from Brady as his head falls before he takes a step towards you.

“You always knew how to make me feel better,” he says, the sarcasm lacing his voice. And when you hear it, that dry scathing tone, you realize that you didn’t recognize the man in front of you.

Brady was always soft, gentle, welcoming. It made the dichotomy between you even more obvious; you all sharp edges and harsh words and burning fire. It was part of the reason the two of you broke up.

But this Brady… there was something different. Something dangerous. it intrigued you. But not enough for you to give in.

“I’m not going to coddle you, Brady. You should know that by now.” 

“I don’t want your sympathy.”

“What do you want then?” you ask, finally taking a few steps forward, closing the gap between you and your front door. “You want my pity? You want me to say ‘poor you, poor Brady’?”

It’s your turn to let a scoff fall from your lips as you reach into your bag for your keys, Brady now behind you.

“If you wanted someone to feel sorry for you, you came to the wrong fucking house,” you explain, unlocking the door.

Before you can even reach the handle, you feel Brady step forward, his hands falling on your hips as his body crowds you into the smooth wood. You attempt to take a deep breath to calm your heart but it doesn’t help because when you breathe in, your senses are filled with the smell of his cologne. A smell so familiar. One you missed.

Brady moves closer, his body almost pinning you to the door and you can’t stop your knees from trembling as you feel the heat of him behind you.

“I came here because I missed you,” he whispers into your ear.

“And it took you getting your ass kicked to realize that?” you shoot back. Although, the waver in your voice betrays you, revealing how much your body was responding to him; his touch, his words, his warmth. Brady just lets his previous sentence continue, as if he didn’t even hear you.

“And because I know you missed me just as much.”

You couldn’t let him do this – let him come crawling back to you when he was broken or bored. You no longer belonged to him. It was a recipe for disaster.

“I think you’ve forgotten that I’m not one of those girls that would fall on their knees for you.”

“You seemed to enjoy being on your knees for me when we were together.”

“And we’re not together anymore. So, find someone else to fuck your frustrations out on.”

“Is that what you did?”

“None of your business.”

You feel his grip on your hips tighten and you barely have time to react as he effortlessly spins your body until your back is pressed against the wood of the door, your eyes now looking up at him.

“You’re lying.”

Brady almost spits out the words, as if even the barest suggestion that what you said was true was poison to him. Your eyes follow the movement in his temple, the clenching of his jaw, the storm in his eyes. This wasn’t the side of Brady that you knew.

But it was a side that you were always curious to discover. Throughout those eight months, you wanted to know if Brady had that same fire hiding within him – a passion and intensity that could match yours. And now, you could finally see it peeking through.

You wanted it to come out completely. 

“And you can tell?” you ask, wielding your words with edge and precision. “Does that make you feel worse? If I told you about all the other men that ended up in my bed?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I wouldn’t? Are you sure? You knew what you giving up when you left. Can’t blame me for moving on.”

“You wouldn’t,” Brady repeats, one hand falling away and you barely have time to comprehend where it had gone when you feel the steady weight of the door fall away from you.

Your body lurches back, the momentum pulling you until it is abruptly stopped by Brady’s strong arms, pulling you close and lifting you over the threshold. Your feet find the hardwood of your floors before Brady is spinning you again and you find yourself pressed against the door once more, this time inside your house instead of without.

“You wouldn’t,” he reiterates, “because no one could make you feel as good as I did.”

You hear the deadbolt click, the sound causing the heat pool in your stomach. Brady’s hand moves back to your hip, pulling you close again as he leans in until your lips are barely touching. It’s intoxicating, having him this close to you once again. You are about to surge forward, connect your lips to his, let your fire burn with his. Until Brady speaks again.

“No one could make you feel as good as I’m about to.”

That statement pulls all rationality from you and you don’t hesitate to close the gap between you, crashing your lips onto his. Brady returns the kiss with as much intensity, his hands gripping you tighter while yours move to trace over his arms, his broad shoulders before tangling into that salt-and-pepper hair. The kiss is frantic, all teeth and tongues and it takes a moment before Brady finally pulls away, connecting those brown eyes to your own

“You’re mine,” he whispers. “You always will be.”

The words cut right through you; as a threat or a promise, you weren’t really sure. But the instant that Brady crashes his lips back into yours, you find that you don’t care.

God, you missed this. You would be lying if you didn’t spend many restless nights reminiscing on how his hands felt on your body. How his lips felt on your skin.

But you wouldn’t tell him that. The words would never leave your mouth, not while Brady is standing in front of you. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. At least, not yet.

Instead, you get lost in Brady’s kisses, your hands coming to tangle deeper in his hair, pulling him closer to you as your hips roll up to meet his. You think you can hear a dark chuckle rumble from Brady and vibrate directly into your body, sending sparks of electricity flowing through you. His hands roam across your body, up from your hips to the soft material of your blouse before landing on your breasts, giving them a squeeze, causing your head to fall back.

“Missed these perfect tits,” he mumbles, his movements against your chest continuing in response to the soft moan falling from your mouth. Your moan turns into a sharp gasp as Brady grips the center of your shirt and tears it open. The sound of the buttons scattering across the hardwood floor floods your ears and it inexplicably turns you on even more.

If this was any other man, you would be pissed off at him for ruining your one of your favorite shirts. But this was Brady. A new Brady.

In those eight months you were with him, he was nothing but a gentleman, both outside and inside the bedroom. And he was more than satisfactory. But you knew there had to be something underneath all that charm. An untamed animal just waiting to be unchained.

And if this was the key to its cage, you weren’t about to stop everything to cry over a few buttons. But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to complain at all.

“You’re buying me a new shirt,” you mutter against Brady’s lips. Brady swiftly removes his mouth from yours as he looks down at your newly exposed bra.

“Gonna buy you something new to wear under it,” comes his response as his thumbs trace over the edge of the plain nude material and this time, you can stop your eyes from rolling in annoyance.  

“Do you really think I wear lingerie to work?” you quip, staring up at him.

You can see his eyes harden and it is in that moment that you realize he was enjoying this. The chase, the tease, the dare, the push and pull between the two of you.

“If you don’t like it,” you continue, your voice taking on a sultry tone as you continue to meet his dark brown eyes, “then take it off.”

The quick sparkle that appears in his brown eyes makes you think that he has taken the bait, that you might have gained some control over the situation at hand – a situation that you were wholly unprepared for but welcomed none the less. And when Brady leans back in to lock you lips together once again, his hands wandering around your ribcage towards your back, the confidence grows.

However, it takes a sharp plummet when you feel his hands drop from your frame. If Brady had given you a split second longer, you would have broken the kiss to question or quip him again. But you have barely any time to miss the sensation of his hands on your skin before you feel them grip the back of your thighs as Brady uses his athletic strength to effortlessly lift you off the floor.

You gasp, a gasp that Brady gladly swallows before he spins, tearing his lips away from yours to look around your house. There is a part of you that wants to tell him nothing has changed from the last time he was there – the furniture is the same, your bedroom is still two doors down on the left – but your lips have already busied themselves marking the smooth skin on his neck.

There was also a power in your decisions; forcing him to find his way through your space all while doing your best to distract him. And it seems to be working as you feel Brady’s pulse shudder underneath your mouth.

You feel him take a lurching turn right and a slight flash of confusion runs through you until you feel his body lowering. The soft material of your couch hits your knees and the skirt you had on flows out around you as you now straddle Brady.

“Forgot where the bedroom was?” you chirp into his neck, feeling his desperate hands return to your torso as he removes the tattered remains of your blouse from your waistband.

It seems that it takes a minute for your words to register but when they do, Brady’s hand lifts to tangle in your hair. Another gasp escapes from your chest as his fingers tighten before pulling your head away from his neck. He quickly reverses the roles, his own lips moving to your newly exposed throat, your breath transforming from gasps to soft sighs as his mouth works against your skin.

“Who says I’m not going to take you there after I’m done here?”

“Who says I would let you back into my bed anyway?” you retort to keep some semblance of control.

Your pathetic attempt is clearly read by Brady, who makes you falter once again as the hand not tangled in your hair effortlessly unclasps your bra. His lips depart from your neck as he helps slide the material down your arms, throwing it carelessly somewhere in the room. You both hate and love the smirk that appears on his face as he takes in your heaving chest, your pebbled nipples. His dark eyes dart back up to you briefly before he is tugging you into him for another animalistic kiss.

“Seems that you like it so far,” he whispers into your open mouth before he pulls away again, lifting your body upright and pulling you closer. “I’ll take my chances.”

You wish that you could say something back, something to knock his arrogant confidence down a peg but your mind goes blank as his lips move to your collarbone, leaving faint hickeys against the taut skin before moving down to your chest. His lips close around one of your nipples, tongue moving to tease the sensitive peak as his hands rest on your ribcage, his thumbs running across the delicate skin on the underside of your breasts. Your hands fly to the back of his head, keeping him close and you can feel his lips curl against your skin. The action both turns you on and pisses you off, a combination that you weren’t sure could even work until now.

You fly into action, hands moving down to grip the fabric stretched across his broad shoulders, tugging at the material and pulling it upward before he finally breaks away to help you remove the shirt entirely, tossing it away to join your clothes on the living room floor.

His lips return to your chest, moving to leave no skin unmarred with his love bites as your hands drop to his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle in silent encouragement. Brady’s hands lower before coming to grip your ass and you gasp as he pulls you forward, the action causing your hips to roll. You both let out moans at the sensation of you grinding against him and it turns you on more to feel his erection against your core.

“And here I thought I was the masochist,” you joke, moving your hips of your own volition, pressing deeper into him. The grunt that your actions pull from his chest has you grinning. “Who’d know you get this hard from getting your ass kicked?”

You must’ve struck a nerve, prodded at the memory he came here to forget, because the only thing you hear in response is what could best be described as a growl before he lifts you off of his lap enough to slip out from underneath you. Your brain recognizes the weight of his body disappearing from the couch and you attempt to turn, just to keep your eyes locked on him but Brady doesn’t give you a chance.

His large hand finds the space between your shoulder blades and pushes you forward, your torso falling until your chest meets the back cushions. You can’t stop the gasp that falls, your arms lifting over the edge of the couch as your back arches, your hips pressing back towards Brady now looming behind you.

A dark chuckle echoes throughout the room in response to your actions as he pulls the material of your skirt over your hips, exposing more of your body to him. He doesn’t waste any time, doesn’t even bother removing your underwear, instead choosing to move it to the side before he slips two fingers into your already soaked core.  

You let out a moan, your head falling forward as Brady’s hand moves, winding you up and my God, you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the feeling. His thumb quickly finds your clit, pressing against the bundle of nerves and you can’t stop the way your body responds to his movements.

“That’s what I thought,” he laughs. “You have no right to that attitude when you’re this fucking desperate for me.”

He emphasizes his words with a curl of his fingers, the tips grazing your g-spot and the combined sensation of his hands skillfully moving against you almost has you falling over the edge. Brady doesn’t give you your satisfaction that easily though as he removes his fingers from your core. You whimper at the loss, listening intently to Brady’s movements behind you, impatient to feel him once more.

Brady doesn’t leave you wanting for long as you hear the rustle of his pants hitting the floor and before you can blink, you feel his hands practically tear your panties down your legs before he enters you in one swift, harsh motion.

The moans that you both let out are delicious and desperate. You whine as you move your hips back, pushing him impossibly deeper. Brady groans, his hands quickly finding purchase on your hips, gripping you tight before he begins to move.

“Oh god,” you moan out as Brady fucks into you with quick hard thrusts, showing no mercy, your ass rippling every time it meets his hips. You are grateful for the couch cushions in front of you, helping to support your upper body as your fingers dig into the fabric so deeply that an irrational part of you worries you might tear it.

“Not God, sweetheart. Just me,” Brady replies, his movements barely faltering. “Come on, say my name.”

You wish you could tell him to fuck off, make a quip about his cocky attitude but your mouth doesn’t seem able to form the words or any words for that matter. The only thing you want is for him to continue. A sharp smack against your ass jolts your body forward and your head whips around in surprise, eyes connecting to Brady.

“Say. My. Name,” he repeats, now more command than anything else, every word punctuated by another spank and you are helpless to comply.

“Brady,” you whine, your desperation painted on every letter, your eyes staying locked on him, drinking in his reaction. He groans, his teeth coming to bite his lower lip, his gaze dropping from your face to connect to where his cock disappears into your pussy.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart.”  

His quiet encouragement is all you need to continue moaning his name over and over. One of his hands falls from your hips to join yours in gripping the back of the couch, his body now completely covering yours, the new leverage only increasing the strength in which Brady thrusts into you. Your head falls to rest against the back cushion, the sounds of your staccato whimpers and breathy curses filling the living room along with the continuous depraved slapping of skin against skin.

You whine as you feel his hand disappear from your hip and slowly trace up your body, the softness of his touch a sharp contrast. The gentleness doesn’t last long and your whine turns into a gasp as Brady’s large hand wraps around your throat, pulling your head upwards.

“Keep saying my name,” he says, his hot breath fanning across the shell of your ear. “Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”

“You are, Brady.”

“Yeah? Can anyone else fuck you like I can?”

“No. Only you.”

“That’s right. Only me,” he growls in satisfaction, emphasizing his words with his rhythm.

“Fuck, Brady, please,” you plead, your voice strained from how much focus it took to pry the words from your mouth. “I’m close.”

“Well then, come on sweetheart. Touch yourself. Remind me how good it feels when you cum on my cock.”

The speed in which your hand falls is reckless, frantic to get that additional pressure that you were craving. As soon as your fingers press against your clit, your head falls back against Brady’s shoulder in relief. His praise is muffled against your skin as he peppers your shoulder with kisses, only interrupted by quiet curses as he feels your core flutter.

It is hot, so unbelievably hot – how he’s fucking you, how he’s holding you – that it doesn’t take long for you to finally fall over the precipice, your own hand faltering against you as your orgasm rocks through your body. A groan falls from Brady as he feels you clench around him; a groan that he muffles by sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, the additional sensation causing you to moan louder, hips rocking back against him as his motions halt.

The haze that pricked at the corner of your eyes slowly dissipates and you can feel Brady’s hand fall from your neck. The cool air cascades over your back as Brady lifts himself away from you causing goosebumps to appear. A small whimper escapes when you feel him remove himself from your core and steps away. The submissive part of your mind, still in control, panics in fear that he might leave. But the concern is short lived as Brady sits down next to you, pulling you back into his lap.

He wastes no time capturing you in another kiss, stealing any remaining breath from your lungs. Brady attempts to break the kiss but you don’t let him, hands lifting to cup his jaw and pulling him deeper into the kiss. He doesn’t resist and allows you to continue to kiss him, his own arms wrapping around your body.

Eventually your hands move, trailing down his throat, dancing over his chest and you smile against his lips as you feel his abs tighten in response to your fingers sinking lower until they finally reach the desired destination.

You gently take his still hard length in your hand and stroke him a few times, which was easy to do with your prior release clinging to the silky-smooth skin. You grin as you feel the vibrations of Brady’s soft moan in response to your ministrations. The cloud of your orgasm had lifted and, in its absence, your own confidence returned.

“Want me to take care of that for you?” you question, only moving far enough away to ask, your lips brushing against his occasionally. Brady doesn’t respond; you knew he wouldn’t. He had worked too hard to give up the dominance he held over you so easily. But you weren’t deterred.

You kiss him deeply one more time before your lips follow the path your hands previously traced: down his throat, over his collarbones, across his chest. An occasional moan and curse fall from Brady as you continue your descent and you grin, knowing that his resolve was slowly cracking. Your body moves, shuffling from being perched on top of his lap to kneel on the plush carpet between his thighs. Brady’s eyes are needy when your own eyes dart up to meet his stare. Your hand strokes him again but you make no attempt to put your mouth on him, the dare hanging clearly in the air.

“Baby, please,” Brady finally speaks, his hips punching upwards.

“Who’s fucking desperate now?” you quip, unable to contain your excitement at regaining the upper hand. Your jaw drops open in surprise as Brady’s hand darts out, grabbing your neck once more, his eyes growing dark.

“You want to repeat that sweetheart?” he asks, that dominant energy rolling off him again. Except this time, it doesn’t make you back down. Instead, it just spurs you on, that heat and elation as it returns – the battle, the chase. Your dropped jaw just morphs into a wicked grin and you are ecstatic to see a similar smirk twist onto Brady’s lips; a quiet confirmation that he was still enjoying the newfound push and pull between you two.

“Come on Brady. Admit it. You are just as desperate for me as I am for you,” you explain, your voice dipping again into your lower sultry timbre. “Tell me, do any of those other girls have a mouth like mine?”

You flatten your tongue against his shaft and lick a bold stripe up his length before moving your lips to leave a lingering teasing kiss on the head. Brady groans, his head falling back as his hand moves from your neck to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer in an attempt for you to fully wrap your lips around him.

“No one can fuck me like you can?” you continue, hand wrapping around his cock. “Well, you’ll never find someone who can give better head than I can.”

You don’t give him any chance to respond as you surge forward, finally taking him into your wet mouth. Your tongue traces every vein that you could feel as your hand moves against the rest of him. Brady’s moans sounding from above fuel you and you continue to work your sinful magic against his skin.

It may have been months since you two were in this particular position but you feel like a part of you will remember everything about Brady, including all the spots that make him groan and twitch and throb. Your lips move to suck on the tip, teasing the area where the head meets the shaft with your tongue.

“Fuck,” Brady curses, his hips jumping causing his cock to thrust into your mouth. You gag a little before withdrawing – not completely but only enough to catch your breath. Your eyes dart to his and find that he is already staring at you, his salt-and-pepper hair falling over his forehead. The moan you release at the sight vibrates around Brady causing an identical moan to escape him. You inhale deeply before lowering your head, relaxing your throat until the entirety of his cock is nestled in your mouth.

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking good at that,” he groans, his fingers twisting in your hair. You move, shallowly bobbing your head as you feel him pulse against your tongue, a tell-tale sign he was getting close. The assumption was only confirmed by the next word Brady spoke. “Fuck, baby, gonna cum.”

You pull your mouth from him, replacing it quickly with your hand and continuing the pace you had set.

“I won’t waste a drop,” you say, keeping your eyes locked to his as you wrap your lips around him once again, your hands moving to the side his thighs and pressing your fingertips up into them. Brady understands your silent request, hand once again tightening in your hair as he moves his hips upward, taking control.

“Yeah? You going to swallow it all like a good girl?”

You nod your head, keeping your mouth open and accepting everything he gives, moaning against his skin as he increases his pace. It’s only a few more moments before Brady throws his head back against the couch cushions, a long groan emulating from his chest as his own orgasm hits. You feel his cum hit the back of your throat and you greedily pull him deeper, determined to keep your word.

You let Brady collect himself and take a few deep breaths before you slowly raise your head, sliding off of his cock. You wait until his eyes connect to yours before you swallow, releasing a satisfied exhale afterwards. You can’t help but make a show of it, licking your lips before opening your mouth to show him that you indeed didn’t let anything go to waste.

Brady grins, a smile which you quickly mirror before his hands are on your body, hauling you off the floor and back into his lap. Your lips connect and you sigh, savoring the euphoric glow that surrounded the two of you. The two of you continue to make out for a few minutes, relaxing before you pull away, looking down at Brady.

“D’you feel better?” you joke, the remembrance of why he came to your house in the first place – and what it all meant now – nagging in the back of your mind. You aren’t sure if you can see sadness lingering on the corners of Brady’s smile as his hand runs soothing circles across your spine.

“A little.”

“Need anything else?”

“Maybe a shower,” he replies, looking up at you with those brown eyes that always made you weak. A sparkle that spells nothing but trouble for you flashes in his irises as his smile turns into a wicked smirk. “And perhaps a round two, starting with my head buried between your thighs.”

“Demanding, aren’t you?” you breathlessly chuckle, your head shaking in playful disbelief as your tear your gaze from his.

“I just know what I want.”

“Which is?”

“You.”

His quiet declaration has your head turning back to him, connecting your eyes once again. The emotions displayed in his own stare are unfathomable and you know that this isn’t the place to attempt to decipher them. You don’t have time to unwind and unravel the mess that defined you and Brady’s connection: your prior relationship, the subsequent break-up, and everything that happened today.

So, instead, you gently climb from Brady’s lap, standing upright before stretching out your hand towards him. He accepts your offer and you help lift him off the sofa before dragging him down the hallway to the second door on the left, back into your bed.

Like he always belonged there.

Like he never left.

tagging the skjei-sy sluts (affectionate) who asked for a continuation + a few others I think would appreciate this: @smileysvech @pyotrkochetkov @cellythefloshie @comphy-and-cozy @laurenairay

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Hey! So how do you think Alec would react to his mate being a metal head? 👀 like they listen to shit like Slipknot, Korn, Of Mice and Men, Motionless in White, Deftones, Black Sabbath, Motörhead and they go to concerts n all that. Like do you think him or any of the other members of the Volturi would vibe with it or nah? — 🕷️

So, this was a little hard for me because I'm not a fan of metal. HOWEVER, that doesn't mean that Alec or none of the other members of the Volturi aren't. And while this has some focus in metal, I tried to make it general for other genres too.

Music Headcanon - Alec

So, if there's one thing to know about Alec is that he is a huge collector of both books and music.

He even learned to play various instruments.

Although he does favor the piano since it helps both him and Jane relax.

Edward totally copied him.

He likes a wide range of music, alternative being his fav.

He loves collecting vinyls and was rather pissed when they stopped producing records for a while.

But he does enjoy having instant access on his phone now, too.

Now, metal in particular.

He could take it or leave it. It's neither here nor there.

He's more of an alternative person.

Metal was more of a Demetri thing.

Jane and Felix positively hate it.

However, since you've come along he's taken more of an interest.

It's still not his favorite.

BUT it's something his mate loves and enjoys after all.

He loves watching you bop around to your favorite songs.

He steals your phone all the time to search for new music.

He even sneaks a peek to add your favorites to his list.

He'll also send you new songs if he finds something he thinks you haven’t heard.

Which, let's be honest, is rare. You've heard quite a bit.

But you add it to the list you've made just for songs he's sent.

Anywho.

The latest album of your favorite band comes out?

It's in your hands the same day.

Want to go to a concert?

He's got you premium seating and VIP tickets to meet the band.

He'll even invest in the best earplugs he can find so he's right there with you.

The only thing he won't let you do is a mosh pit.

He's too protective if something were to go wrong.

Someone draws blood, even just a knick by accident, they're dead.

Eventually he makes you your own little corner in his music collection.

He'll be on the hunt for rare albums you want.

No price is too high.

All-in-all, if it makes you happy, he will do his best for you.

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Snippet of an epilogue to the main fic I’m writing

Ramattra/Reader, fluff

You don’t know who finally made the call to assign Ramattra temporary quarters at your base, but you would love to have seen that conversation. Because Ramattra’s voice is perfectly neutral as he comments that his quarters had not only a heavy duty, reinforced bed frame to support his weight, but also metal walls. Someone knew, and someone was smart enough to not say a single thing, which really made it all the better. 

Because, well, that’s ended up being your approach so far. Despite the frequency that he’d return to your doorway (and now you to his), or the repeated repair requests, you’d never explicitly asked what exactly was going on. What you were to him. 

And normally that would be fine! Soldier’s bond or some bullshit to say “logistically and emotionally easiest lay.” But you’ve never lazed about in a squadmate’s room hours after, never dozed lightly in someone else’s bed as they work at the desk a foot away- and never felt that perhaps that was still too far away.

You shift beneath his blankets, watch as he turns some kind of device in his hands, taps it occasionally with an electric soldering iron. His sheets are silky, a deep purple that ripples with every moment. Even the pillowcases match. Probably actual silk knowing Talon’s propensity to keep their board members happy. 

“Ramattra,” The question bubbles out of you before you can stop it. “Can I… kiss you?” 

He stills. But here, too, you must acknowledge how close you’ve gotten- because you can tell. Where someone else may feel that pang of fear, that his quiet is a wind-up to rage or impatience or condescension, no, you can read his shoulders perfectly. He’s contemplating the request. 

He looks to you, and he doesn’t need a face for you to see the incredulity in his faceplate. “You do understand I do not possess a mouth, right?” 

“I know.” You stand and sweep one thin blanket with you as you move to him. And here- he turns away from his project, sets his iron down, opens his arms for you. When you settle into his lap, he supports you- and when you reach for his face, his jaw, he lowers his head into your touch. You sweep a thumb across the lowest part of the white composite, feel the little crease between it and the purple of his jaw plate. “But I could still kiss you.” 

His whole face rumbles as he hums, considering this. “Alright, though I do not understand what you would gain from this.”

And that is a lie, though you’re not sure who it’s for. It’s alright though, you don’t call him on it. Instead, you guide his head down as you stretch up- until your breath ghosts against him, leaving little puffs of foggy condensation. And you kiss him. Right across the seam between his plates, your lips squishing into the gap, flattening against his metal. 

And it would be like kissing a bot, all cold, motionless metal against your lips- and that must be what he expects you to feel- except for <i>everything else.</i> Because his hands come up to the curve of your spine, to the back of your head, cradling you so gently- and even with such a small display, his fans kick up, a quiet hum purring a hair louder from his chest. Even without a mouth, he’s hardly unaffected- and against his faceplate you smile and pull away. His optics cannot, by design, be half-lidded and glazed, but you think they would be if they could. 

“Did that… satisfy you?” He rumbles lowly. 

“For now.” You grin and tuck yourself deeper into his lap. When he realizes you have no intention of returning to his bed, he makes a show of sighing and adjusting the stolen blanket so you’re well-wrapped and all the ends are tucked safely away before he returns to his work. 

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"Dog Days" Chapter 1

-Leah Clearwater Twilight Fanfic

-2500 words

A while ago I starting writing a fan-fic starring Leah Clearwater from Twilight because my wife told me one day that she wished there was more Twilight content out there. So, I wrote the first chapter in a few days. I was never crazy about the franchise but I would always watch the movies with her because she loves them (and I think the world building is very good!) This work is from the perspective of the werewolf Leah Clearwater and it's based on the movies since I never read the books. The dialogue is intentionally written in the style of the films which I found a little flat at times but always fun. If I got any relationships between the characters wrong I'm so sorry-- I'm not reaallyyy well versed and I've literally never in my life written fan fiction before. It was really so my wife could enjoy but I hope you do too! Please check out my published novel pinned to my blog if you do

The air was finally still by the time Leah woke up on the twisted dock overlooking the lake. What caught her eye was the stillness of the water. It was so calm and ignorant to all the pain welling up inside her head. She laid completely nude on that mangled hunk of wood, just staring off at the perfect reflection of the pale overcast sky, only to have that aquatic serenity interrupted by distant ripples. Leah propped her body up on her left arm to see what the disturbance was, spotting the two canadian geese that had landed in the lake nearby. A couple of lovebirds. 

     She splashed at the honking couple to shoo them away. The naked young woman couldn't stand the sight of another happy couple; not since what Sam and Emily did to her. It was then that all of the memories came flooding back to her; the scarring pain of deception, and of course, Dad. She splashed her fist into the lake again, only harder. Eventually, the dripping of the clear water from her arm began to turn a thick red.

     Blood? She wondered.

     Before she could make sense of it, the pale sunlight poking through the clouds onto the evergreens below became entwined with the flashing of red and blue lights. Then, the door to the squad car shut softly. Leah heard the boots make their way down to the end of the dock but didn't move an inch. Her eyes remained fixed on the lake, which had started to settle once again. She felt the warmth and the roughness of the blanket on her shoulders, and afterward, she smelled the morning coffee on his breath as he exhaled a long sigh. He helped her up, carefully ushering each step, as the dock had fallen into disrepair and was dangerous. 

     The golden badge reflecting the red and blue lights read "Tribal Police", encased in a seven-pointed star. Turning away from it, she finally witnessed the aftermath of what happened the night before. Practically a whole herd of brown and white cattle sprawled out on the shoreside. They were motionless, with eyes empty, horribly torn apart. Leah shook her head from side to side, not out of regret, but out of embarrassment more like. 

     "You know, you're lucky that I'm the guy that found you out here.", he said.

     The tall douglas firs with their thick, green needles flashed by the window at 60 miles per hour. 

     "Okay", Leah mumbled, indifferent to the situation she found herself in. 

     "I'm serious. If one of those knuckleheads from the other station found you out here naked, covered in dry blood from head to toe, catchin' Z's with a dozen mutilated cattle, they wouldn't be so gentle with you."

     "Mhm", Leah mumbled again, "I hear you, officer…" 

     "Rayfield" the officer introduced himself. "They probably would've shot you dead if they found you the way I found you too. All big, hairy, and snarlin'."

     Leah gasped.

     "Don't worry, I know who you La Push fellas are. What you are." Rayfield tried to assure her, "Old legend." 

     He pounded his chest, leaning toward her in the backseat as he said the words.

     "I didn't know you got so big when you shapeshift into those big… wolf things. Didn't know there were girls who did it either. You must be Sue and Harry's girl."

     The copper skin and braids gave away the native connection they had, but he was still an outsider. She didn't want to give anything else away.

    "It's alright, I knew your dad. Good man. One of the best, I'd say… Sorry to hear about his passing but… Look, I can work my magic down at the station but I gotta tell your mom about this."

     Leah made doubly sure to keep quiet for the rest of the ride after that. 

    "And another thing… These Summer dog days can really drag and get you into some wild mischief and such, but just do me a favor and try to stay out of trouble? At least the 'property damage' kind."

     The shapeshifter in the back of the squad car made no such promise. 

    "Speaking of Summer, can you roll down the window, here?" Leah begged.

    "As long as you don't stick your head out of it." Rayfield said through a smirk, lowering the warm glass to let the air in. 

     Shutting the cold water from the shower off, Leah could hear Mom and Rayfield's muffled voices in the living room. The gasps and groans were so typical of her mother, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Leah didn't care. That past year had seen turbulence, the likes of which Leah's life had never known before, climactically ending with the sudden death of her father, for which she blamed herself. 

     Eighteen-year-old Leah would feel utterly ashamed of spilling the blood of so many animals in such a reckless way. Her actions went against everything she had once believed in, whether it be putting the family, the pack, and the tribe at risk, or inflicting wanton violence on innocent creatures. She hadn't even thought about the poor farmer who lost all of that livestock in one fell swoop. Regardless of how disapproving eighteen-year-old Leah would be, nineteen-year-old Leah wholeheartedly did not care. She felt possessed by some vengeful spirit, and it seemed to her that no amount of cold showers would keep her blood from boiling over again.

     Leah finally showed herself when she was certain the officer left, dressed in a black tank top and matching jean-shorts cut off from the knee down. Outside her door, Seth took the last bite of his egg sandwich and made a peace sign with the hand he used to take it. It pissed her off to have a little brother so blissfully ignorant to situations that called for a little more grace and understanding, but she loved him anyway. 

     "She's really mad. Like-- seriously mad. What did you do now?", inquired the scrawny guy, mouth full.

     Leah was quick to shoot back a "None of your business" after a sharp grunt.

     She pushed past him and down the hall with creaky floorboards to where mom sat on the couch like a stoic eagle eyeing a far-off mouse. 

     "You really did it this time," Mom said.

     Leah expected that one.

     "I think what you need is a vacation."

     That one was admittedly a surprise. 

     "What? You're joking," Leah responded.

     "Nope, no jokes. I'll tell you what I mean," Mom went on. 

     "I understand how you feel about your father, but you're not the only one hurting. More than that, all of the Quileute business he used to take care of falls into my lap now, and I don't need your grieving getting in the way of what needs to get done around the tribe. Why don't you take the truck and drive down to see your cousin Dana in San Francisco?"

     Leah blurted out, "By myself?!"

     She had never crossed state lines before, much less taken in a big city like San Francisco. And Dana? She hadn't seen her since they were little. 

     Mom insisted, "The drive alone could do you good. I'll give her a call later this afternoon."

     "I don't know about all this." Leah said, thinking about the rest of the pack, and of course, Seth. 

     "I'm not giving you a choice," Mom finished.

     It was then that the last person Leah wanted to see backed in through the front door, carrying a crate of binders, folders, and documents. He didn't see her at first. 

     "Where do you want this, Sue?" Sam asked, struggling to hold the crate up.

     The sight of Leah caused him to lose his grip and it fell to the hardwood below. She wondered, after all the push ups and crunches she saw him do over the three years that they were together, why his massive and glistening arms couldn't keep a crate off the ground. 

     Leah couldn't keep her eyes from wandering despite the loud crash. He was wearing the sexy, red tank top she liked. Damn it. More memories came back. She could hear the crickets from when they would make out near First Beach. She heard the reeds swaying in the warm Summer wind. 

     "Sorry, Leah. Didn't know you would be here," he said with his annoyingly hot, deep voice. 

     She was flustered, but not so flustered that she couldn't respond with, "... At my house… where I live?" 

     "Uh, right," he managed to say after some aimless mumbling. "Sorry about that, Sue."

     "It's fine," Leah responded before mom could. 

     They both knelt down to pick up the spilled contents of the crate. 

     "I got it!" Leah said forcefully, her hand snatching a binder from his. 

     She was shaking so much she thought she might shapeshift into her wolf form right there in the living room. It was Seth's dumb grin from when he entered the room that kept her from losing it. 

    Mom cut through the awkward silence, "Seth, don't you have any more of those eggs you made? Fetch some for Sam here."

     "Oh, no, I can't stay, thank you, Sue. Going hunting with Quil," Sam replied modestly.

     "Which Quil?" Seth asked, hoping it was the younger one so he could tag along. 

     "Old Quil," Sam said bluntly, messing up Seth's hair. "Have a good one, Clearwaters." 

     He stepped out onto the porch, leaving Leah to tend to the mess, as well as the inner scar she felt had torn open once again. Sam seemed to have that effect on her lately. 

     "They're the last of your dad's documents from the office," Mom explained. 

     Leah blocked her out as she gathered the last of it and placed the crate on the kitchen table. A deep and much-needed sigh emptied out of her. Maybe Mom was right about her needing a vacation. The thought was fleeting, though, as she caught a glimpse of  a dark figure reveal itself from beyond the treeline through the kitchen's screen door. 

     Is it him? she thought. 

     Leah's feet decided to find out for themselves before Mom could ask where she was going. There was no time. The screen door shut with a light metallic creak. It was only a few long strides to get to the thick greenery just ahead, and with a sharp inhale coupled with deep inner focus, she could see the fur glistening upon her limbs. The Earth thundered beneath her four mighty and bestial paws. Shape-shifting at will was coming more naturally to Leah than it did the first few months she spent trying to control the ancient power. The most notable discipline she came to hone was her ability to pick up scents and track them without wavering. Jacob's was no exception. 

     After following that scent for over a mile, a loud bark made his presence known. Jacob strode out into the clearing that Leah found herself in on all fours. His dark oaken-hued fur glowed in orange stripes as he stepped into the sun's rays, which had finally broken through the clouds. 

     "What are you, spying on us?" Leah conveyed to him telepathically. 

     The words were sent with a snarl. 

     "Consider it curiosity", Jacob growled back. 

     The ashen colored wolf paced about the clearing long enough that the darker one began to mirror her. It seemed like an archaic dance of sorts, one in which two souls scorned by unrequited love and blinded by hatred found solace in each other's shared contempt for the objects of their desire. 

     Jacob was the first to break the quiet. 

     "You manage to keep your emotions in check even when Sam comes around. I envy that. It must be soothing to look the one you love in the eye and hope nothing but the best for them, even when the feelings you still have choke you so tightly. That could never be me."

     "It could, Jacob, if only you'd let it," said Leah.

     Jacob's claws tore at the soft soil below as he spoke.

     "Bella and Edward made their choice and they expect me to pick up the pieces. I want her. She wants him. It should be as simple as picking myself up and moving on but when I think of him… digging his claws into her… something in me wants to tear off his head as my jaws clamp onto it with all the strength I have."

     "That's the kind of thinking that'll get you killed, Jacob."

     "Maybe I want it to."

     "You can't mean that."

     "Can't I?!" 

     The fierce, guttural bark let loose by the dark wolf made Leah wince in fear. It was as though the man within was gone and the primordial spirit of raw savagery was all that was left in his place. Was this path that Jacob gave in to the same path Leah would follow? The thought made her hide quiver. 

     There was eventually a feeling of forgiveness when Leah learned how hard Emily fought Sam's advances, knowing she was hurting her friend by giving in to them. Though Sam's unbridled anger got the better of him in response and left Emily with a terrible facial scar, the wolf within him was simply not within his control when it attacked her. And though she wished for their death countless times over, telepathically feeling Sam and Emily's guilt and regret in the wake of what they did to her hurt worse than the hatred that Leah learned to let go of.

     The love triangle Jacob was caught up in seemed more difficult, sadly. He could not know what Jacob and Bella knew; could not feel what they felt with the wolf pack's gift of telepathy. All Leah could do was implore him not to wander further down that path of destruction she herself was lost on.

     "You may not be able to understand how Bella feels, but will you do me the kindness of sharing this grief I feel for my father, Jacob?" Leah begged, half for her own sake and half for his. 

     Perhaps it was because the bitterness Leah and Jacob spat at each other through the years had built up into a force that was too strong, or maybe it was just that Jacob's hatred for vampires like Edward and their hearts of stone had grown too ferocious for him to let anyone in, or perhaps the truth was simply that Jacob knew feeling Leah's sorrow was enough to make him abandon that path of destruction, whatever the reason, Jacob ran away deep into the forest instead, in the swift way that he was known for. He ran until he was far out of sight, scent, or hearing range, forcing himself further down that long and winding road. Leah's words fell on deaf ears once again, but this time the thought crossed her mind that Jacob's path was his own to walk, no matter how similar their paths seemed to be. She knew then and there that it was time to start making her way back from her own path of self destruction. Leah decided she'd walk home on two legs. 

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Weekly Tag Wednesday

Hi last week @creepkinginc and @deedala tagged me in this fun music-themed tag game. And yeah maybe I’m a week late, but I was on a plane and then in a foreign country and now I’m sitting in an airport.

Name: Keely

What is the most listened to artist in your music app of choice this month? How do you people know this?? I don’t know but last.fm says my top track is “Like a Villain” by Bad Omens.

What song do you know all of the lyrics to? “Oops I Did It Again” was the first song I consciously learned the lyrics to.

What song do you pretend to know all the lyrics to and sing along to even though you don't? Honestly most of them because I can’t understand a darn thing people say.

If you were to be crowned Queen/King/Royalty of listening to a band or artist, who would that be? I’ll take the Motionless in White crown.

What band/artist surprises you the most on your frequently listened to artists? I don’t know that I am surprised by any of them.

Favorite line from a song (or one you have been thinking about lately)? AH this is so much pressure. “Espresso” has been stuck in my head, especially “I’m working late, ‘cause I’m a singerrrr.”

Guilty pleasure band or song? I’m not even guilty about it, play this song at my funeral.

Okay let's talk fandom music:

Fave band or song you've discovered from a Fan Fic? I did not discover “I Believe in a Thing Called Love” from CG, but now I associate those two things together.

Fave Fanfic Playlist? I can’t just answer everything with CG.

Fave Gallavich song? Stop I have a playlist.

Do you listen to music recommended by the writer or an included playlist? Yes usually.

What song do you think is Gallavich coded? Half of Taylor Swift’s discography and “Treacherous” is stuck in my head.

What’s a bop you want to share with your mutuals today? I already shared the greatest of all bops above, you’re welcome ☺️

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hey can i request a freedom fries(soldier x spy) fic where spy gets sick and soldier helps him out and makes him soup(thank you in advance!!!)

Yes of course! Freedom fries forever!!

Warnings: none!

Rating: General

Spy coughs into her handkerchief, head turned to the side on her enormous pillows. His princess curtain is drawn to shield his sickly self from being seen. Another cough rips through Spy as she collapses like a drama queen. Medic had tried to heal him, but he refused. The attention from his beloved Soldier was just too good to give up.

Speaking of which, said man is stepping into the room. Spy fluffs her pillows before laying back against them. A hand is pressed to her forehead, demonstrating how utterly frail and weak he is. One more cough might be the end!

“Spy? I brought stew! It’s got beef!” Said stew was made with the help of Heavy. Soldier had made many attempts to add ingredients that, frankly, would have made the whole thing inedible. The whole carrot he wanted to shove into the pot was sliced, the tablespoon of onion powder replaced with a mere fraction, and much more. Spy should really thank the Russian for saving her tastebuds.

“You did? Oh, how kind—“ Another cough. Spy covers her mouth with the lace handkerchief and shuts his eyes with a weak groan. Despite the illness, his mask remained untouched. It would take a catastrophic world ending event for Spy to even consider slipping it off of his face.

“Eat up, son. I’ve seen this disease of yours before. They called it trench cough, and it claimed more men than the war!” Said disease is made up, of course. Soldier’s lead infused brain having made up the disease for his debated time of military service. Spy carefully takes a bite of her meal with the bowl in her lap.

“I’ll be fine, Soldat. I have you.” Spy is stricken with another coughing fit. She turns her head, not wanting Soldier to see his snotty nose. Dear god, is he a child? A sickly little girl in her canopy bed waiting to be doted on by the entire world? The answer is yes, of course he is.

“Forgive me. I feel so weak, but your cooking gives me strength.” Spy easily feeds himself despite acting so faint. Soldier, taking all of this very serious, takes out a bottle of pills.

“Medic said to give you two of these, but you clearly need more than that!” He pours a handful of white pills into his palm and attempts to shove them inside Spy’s mouth. The woman turns away, blocking the hand to not take so many at once. She forces Soldier to open his palm and retrieves two of the instructed medication.

“Do listen to the doctor.” Down they go with another mouthful of broth. Soldier stands beside the bed, back straight and hands at his side. He faces the door, motionless and waiting for Spy to give him an order.

“Darling, please, lay with me. I feel so cold.” Yet his body is burning hot. Boots are slipped off and set at the side of the bed pointing outward. Soldier then takes off his jacket, folding it to a square and placing it on the vanity. He slips into his side of the bed, quick to bring Spy against his chest.

“We will defeat trench cough together, and we will celebrate like its 1776!” Such inspirational words coming from the man. Spy raises Soldier’s hand, kissing his knuckles to not infect him with the cold.

“Oui, mon amour.” Spy turns on a fan Engineer set by her bed. Knowing how warm chested Soldier can be, he picks the high setting. The two snuggle close, content without a cough to be heard thanks to the medicine.

I love drama queen Spy sm -H

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My name is Melody. I'm 33. I've been a Stranger Things since early 2017 and an Eddie Munson stan since May 2022. Writing requests for Steddie x reader, Steve x reader, Eddie x reader, Steve x Robin x reader are open! (Platonic Robin and Steve only.)

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Works in progress/completed: My first Eddie/reader fic was rockstar Eddie x reader headcanons. I have also published 2 Steddie/reader holiday fics on ao3, an Eddie/Chrissy/reader oneshot, Stobin/fem!reader, and a cheerleader reader/Eddie 3 part series. My ao3 username is MelodyLangdon. My next fics to be published will be an Eddie/reader/Corroded Coffin groupie. Rockstar Eddie/fem reader fic series in progress.

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Older rockstar Eddie x younger fem!reader https://archiveofourown.org/works/47570314/chapters/119891428

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OKAY I'M SCREAMING

As a fan of Metal music I'M DROWNING INTO YOUR NEW FIC, OMG, CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTERS.

Okay sorry, i stop screaming XD just want to ask you something: is the title a reference to a certain song? Like "Werewolf" of the band called "Motionless In White" or is it a coincidence? Because I'm living for the fact that you used the lyrics of one of my favorite songs of one of my favorite metal band and this makes me love the fic more!

YAYYYY am so excited that you're excited!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH YIISSSSS Someone has picked up on that!!

It most certainly is! I LOVE MIW and not gonna lie this fic I can't stop picturing a Loki/Chris hybrid hahaha. The whole fic I kinda have in my head Angel Eyes by New Years Day ft Chris. That song I just love when I first heard it and the music video... jesus he about killed me. *swoons*

Anyway, writing this fic I have MIW on in the background and some other bands but mainly them. Some of their 'horny' songs are great for it, lol.

So excited that you're a fellow fan!

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[ghoulbat666]

hi i’m Ghoul and i write weird stuff. I made this blog for my RPF fan fiction but it’s also basically a MIW blog. I’d suggest reading the tags on any of my fics before just diving in because like I said, i write weird shit. I also talk about said weird shit that I write so you’ll see lots of me babbling about my writing, other random shit and simping for ricky olson.

before you continue

if you are under 18 please exit out. I do not want to interact with minors or have minors following me because like i said above, i write and talk about weird shit, and by that i mean taboo topics and kinks and just generally sexual things. you will find posts here of me talking about those things. I will block blogs that are under 18.

you can find me on ao3 here

tag list

my work - ghoul’s work

personal posts - ghoul’s text & ghoul’s rants

fic recommendations - ghoul’s fic recs

i’m 24, i’m queer, my pronouns are they/them or it/it’s, i’m a taurus sun, gemini moon & leo rising. i’ve written rpf in the past but i was like 13 and it was trash but here i am 10 years later saying fuck it and writing fan fiction again. some of my favorite bands are motionless in white, my chemical romance, chevelle, bad omens, system of a down and korn.

If you’re anti RPF might as well leave now as I’ll just make fun of you after i block you

terfs/swerfs, racists, homophobes/transphobes, fatphobes, republicans and other shitty human beings will be blocked immediately

[light-lanterne]

hi Angel!! how about 1, 7, and 21 for the wip asks :D

hi percy !! sorry for taking a couple days to reply :S hope you're doing well !! :D

i'm actually working on two things at once (it's the only way i can push myself to write anything these days x.x) so i guess i'll do the thing for both,,,

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🌷 the darkest eyes || 🔪 but here is one

1. give a 5-word summary of this chapter.

🌷 incredibly overdue mike & hopper angst x.x 🔪 chaotic teens create trouble then leave

7. what is your favourite scene you’ve written so far?

🌷 there's a very brief part where hop and joyce return home, only to find that el has acquired "a puppy" for herself so the adults freak out for a moment thinking that el has kidnapped someone's doggie :] it's silly and short but i really wanted to add a few more interactions between hop and his family ~ 🔪 again another brief moment, but in this story ted is very mean and he comes home to find mike hanging out with will, so he says some ugly stuff and will (who doesn't even know mike all that much at this point) comforts mike and helps him soothe down and is just very sweet and caring ;-;

8. share 3 songs that would belong on a playlist for this chapter/fic

oh god, music is my kryptonite >.< i can't really pinpoint specific songs that fit "but here is one" (other than sleep token's entire discography), so for now i'll only do it for tde :O 🌷 'hurt' by nine inch nails, 'voices' by motionless in white, and 'drown' by bring me the horizon (bonus: 'drown' by kim dracula applies too) (putting the actual songs under the cut because it gets long x.x)

🌷 the song is from the perspective of someone who believes themselves to only hurt their loved ones. the entire album is an amazing representation of addiction :(

🌷 this song was written by the lead singer (chris) after many years of talking to queer fans about their struggles. the music video even makes a little pride flag with the light :]

🌷 this song is also about depression and addiction, but it's more of a cry for help :((

anyway, thank you for the questions percy !! hope you have a great day or night <3