#motionless in white fanfiction

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heal me when i’m broken

pairing: ricky olson x fem!reader

content warning/tags: 18+ MDNI!! mentions of nightmares, panic attacks, comfort, fluff, shower sex, fingering (female receiving), unprotected p in v sex.

word count: 1.6k

tag list: @deathblacksmoke @concretenoah @tearfallpixie @meekahy @cookiesupplier @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sitkowski @collective-heartbreak @catharsis-in-darkness @undead-ahead-wh0re @to-be-written @collapsedglasshouses

authors note: i wrote this from an anonymous request i received where reader wakes up from an intense nightmare and ricky comforts her. fluff and smut were requested. i hope i made your request exactly what you wanted, love. please enjoy 🩷

also big thanks to my bestie/beta reader @deathblacksmoke 🫶🏻

Screams echo around the room as you wake up in a panic. Your body thrashes underneath the sheets, attempting to escape from the horror that had been chasing you in your sleep. A muffled voice repeats your name, but you can’t focus on it. You open your eyes but you’re too blinded by fear, your chest aching from gasping for air.

The voice gets louder and a figure appears in your still cloudy vision. You feel hands grab your wrists and you fight back to break free. The figure pushes your wrists to your stomach with one hand and the other comes to your face. The thumb rubbing at your temple feels familiar. The soft lips that delicately press to your forehead despite your violent movements are not from a stranger or a monster from your nightmares. It’s him.

As his voice breaks through the ringing in your ears, your body stills. Your vision clears and his stormy eyes stare back at you dejectedly. His eyebrows knit together with concern as he pets your sweat soaked hair out of your face. He lets go of your hands, both of them instantly wrapping around him.

“I’m so sorry, Ricky.” You sob into his neck.

He places featherlight kisses to your collarbone, running a finger up and down your arm. You feel your breathing slow down; your heart no longer pounding in your chest.

“Was it the same one as last time?” Ricky whispers.

You nod, whining. He squeezes your arm comfortingly, moving his mouth to your bicep. Ricky watches you as he thoughtfully kisses the tips of each of your fingers until they stop shaking.

“Is that better?” He asks, placing his face in your hand and smiling.

You’re uncertain of how he does it. How naturally he takes the darkness inside of you and chases it away with the lightest touch. You avoided spending nights with him for so long at first — terrified he would witness your nightmares and leave. The memories that haunted you weren’t his burden to bear after all. He finally persuaded you to stay with him, all but getting on his knees to convince you.

You had one of the worst nightmares you’ve ever had that night. He didn’t bat an eye, just held you until the screaming stopped. Every tear was wiped away as they fell. Consistent reassurance was whispered in your ear that you were safe – he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Finally, you fell back asleep some time later, sleeping in until late morning. You found out later that he had stayed up the rest of the night to keep an eye on you, soothing you back to sleep anytime you stirred unpleasantly.

Being loved by Ricky Olson is the easiest thing you’ve ever done.

You gently move him so that you can swing your legs over the edge of the bed. All of your muscles ache and your bones crack as you stretch. You sigh loudly, feeling Ricky’s hand come to the small of your back. He sits beside you, pulling you into him.

“Why don’t I turn the shower on for you?” He asks, propping his chin on your shoulder. “I’ll throw in one of those lavender shower steamers. Maybe that and the hot water will help you relax.”

You lay your head against him, humming in contemplation.

“Will you join me?”

“I will never say no to that question.” Ricky punctuates his statement with a peck to your shoulder, pushing himself off the bed towards the bathroom. He stops at the doorway and looks back at you. Without a word, he holds his hand out for you, gesturing for you to come to him.

You do so without protest, following him into the cold bathroom and sitting on the counter as he turns the shower on. He ensures the water is at the perfect temperature before he sets the lavender scented disk on the floor.

Ricky helps you out of your sweat soaked tank top. You hop off the counter and wiggle out of your shorts and underwear. The water burning against your skin is pleasant. You let it run down your back, the smell of lavender permeating your senses. Ricky steps in not long after, wrapping you in his arms and burying his face in your hair.

The warmth from his body heat and the water eases the pain in your body. You slump into Ricky’s arms and he chuckles as he peels you off of him to wash your hair. He lets you wash your body, now having enough strength to do so. You watch his eyes wander, following the soap suds as they fall down the slope of your breasts and descend to your stomach.

It’s obvious that he’s trying his best to keep his hands to himself. You can see the inner workings of his mind as his tongue darts out to swipe at his bottom lip. He’s unsure if this is an appropriate time given this morning’s events.

You place your hand on his chest and he glances up at you. There’s little communication necessary, just a squeeze of your waist and a slight nod from you has him lurching forward. Your lips are consumed by his, nearly knocking the air out of you when you collide together.

He backs you against the shower wall, lips attached to your neck. The hot water beats down on your bodies as you tangle together. You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your chest upwards. Ricky takes the hint, smirking, and dips his head down, wrapping his lips around your breast. Carding your fingers through his hair, you give a playful tug. He groans, gripping the flesh of your ass. His mouth is back on yours instantly, desperate to taste you more.

Ricky’s hand drifts up the side of your thigh, then between them, his fingers running through your slit. Gasping into his mouth, you grab onto his shoulders; the sensation causing you to lift onto your toes. He swirls your swollen bud with the pads of his fingers, slotting his knee between your legs.

“Open up a little more for me, baby.” He breathes, nudging your leg gently.

You do as you’re told, giving Ricky the room he needs to slip a finger inside of you. His pace is brutally slow, languidly drawing a single digit in and out of you. The pleasure is too much, yet not enough, and has you begging him to go faster – for more, anything he’s willing to give. All he does is softly shush you, his lips firmly against yours, hips thrusting against you in an attempt to sate his own need for the time being.

Ricky curls his finger inside of you and your vision goes white. As you clench around him, he speeds up his rhythm. You cry out his name, your entire body bucking in his arms as your orgasm rushes through you. He moans in your ear telling you how good you’re doing, moving and bending with your body as you do.

“Fuck..” Ricky pants, his hard cock twitching against your leg. “Turn around, baby. I can’t wait any longer.”

Turning around, you press your body against the tile of the shower wall. Ricky grabs you by the hips, pulling you back to meet his own. He bends over you, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your spine as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

His moans are deafening as he rocks into you. He starts out slow with shallow half-thrusts. You would complain about him teasing you, but from the quiver in his breath, he’s just as affected by it as you.

You call out his name, desperate for him. He runs his hand up your stomach and to your chest, pulling you back against his own. Ricky pumps his cock deep inside of you but his pace is still devastatingly slow.

He swallows every whimper that falls from you, one hand resting on your throat while the other returns to your clit. He increases his pace inside of you only a little, but it’s enough for the coil in your belly to start tightening.

“God, I can feel you, baby.” Ricky grunts in your ear. “Let go for me.”

His words make you clench around him. His resolve crumbles a little as he fixes his arm across your chest, driving his hips into you harder. He bites down on your neck as he spills into you, your orgasm following quickly behind his.

Ricky rinses you off with the now cold water and helps you out. He wraps a towel around you and you sit on the counter per his instructions so he can detangle your hair. He combs each strand with care making sure he doesn’t pull too hard. You watch him with heavy eyes, admiring his dedication. He catches you staring, doing a double take when he notices.

“What?” He asks, huffing out a laugh.

“Thank you.” You reply simply.

“For?” His eyes don’t meet yours this time as he’s too focused on a particularly stubborn tangle.

“For being my safe person.”

Ricky stops dead in his tracks, placing the comb down next to you and focusing his entire attention on you. His eyes search yours for a moment, a small smile on his face. He places his hand on the back of your head, bringing your forehead to his lips.

“Thank you for being mine.” He whispers.

[yournecessaryevil]

☆These Games We Play☆

🖤 CHRIS MOTIONLESS X READER ONESHOT 🖤

Summer has officially started, and to kick off the season before their tour, Ricky's decided to throw a party for you and the guys at his place. But you decide to test Chris's patience halfway through the party, and... he isn't having any of it. Then again, maybe that'll work in your favor...

• NSFW; Daddy kink; adult themes (Dom/Sub relationship); fluff; language

☠️ TAGLIST: @synthetic-wasp-570 @darigyu @veroxbarnes @nixwolfe

Summer.

It was the one season people looked forward to the most, a season holding the promise of adventure and other good things to come.

And oh, were there ever so many good things to come for you this time of year. You were getting ready to embark on yet another tour with your boyfriend and his bandmates, and this was sure to be the best one, yet.

But that time wouldn't arrive for at least another two weeks, so to kick off the season (and to give you and everyone else a chance to unwind and take some time off), Ricky had decided to host a backyard gathering at his place.

You had immediately taken a liking to the idea; a break from the stress of touring was much needed, not just for you. Everyone had been rather on edge lately, despite the good show they were all putting on to hide it.

No, today would be a day to just relax, unwind, and share some good laughs... and maybe something else, too. You and Chris were as close as ever, but lately you'd been feeling rather... neglected, if you were being perfectly honest. You knew he couldn't help it, his music was one of the most important things to him, it was what drove him, he needed it.

But lately, you'd been really needing him.

The two of you had a rather unconventional relationship when it came to the bedroom. He had a bit of a dominant streak, not that you minded, of course. You yourself were known to be kind of a brat both in and out of the sheets, something that drove him utterly crazy in all the right ways.

He knew (most of the time) how to tame your inner brat, he'd proven this to you on more than one occasion. It was one of the many things you loved most about him, the way he always knew how to leave you both satisfied and wanting more, all at once.

And it was that very thing you'd been craving all week from him.

So today, you had a plan.

Was it a good one? In retrospect, probably not. Would it get you in trouble with him? Most definitely. But was that exactly what you wanted? Fuck, yes.

It wasn't even a want, at this point.

No, it was a fucking need.

So today you were going to see just how far you could push him, before that dominant side of his would come out to play, before he'd snap and give you exactly what it was you needed: Chris putting you in your fucking place.

A slight grin turned up the corners of your mouth as you snuck a glance over at the empty driver's seat, your mind running through all sorts of scenarios as to how today would go for you. He had no idea, the poor guy...

Leaning over, you laid on the horn for a few seconds, until you saw Chris emerge from the house you two shared, your boyfriend giving you a raised eyebrow as he got into the car. "Someone's impatient today," he teased you, turning the key in the ignition.

You stuck your tongue out at him, unable to hide your grin. "Not my fault you walk slow, old man," you shot back. That earned you a look from him, the look, in fact. It was the look that was a warning, a threat, and a promise all rolled into one.

"Do not be a brat today. I mean that, Y/N. I want you on your best behavior while we're at Ricky's party. Play nice, or it's gonna be a long fucking night for you," Chris warned you, as he pulled the car out of the front driveway.

Ha, you knew that side of him would eventually come out to play! Although, you were more than a little surprised by how quickly it had happened. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment to hide your grin before you reached across the center console, resting your hand atop Chris's.

"No promises," you teased him.

You could practically feel the look he gave you then, and you had to try your hardest to hold back your laugh as the two of you drove out to Ricky's place. Today was going to be something else, that was for damn sure...

"Two more weeks, man. And then we leave."

Chris's answering groan brought a smile to your lips as you sat there by the edge of the pool, your shoes off and feet buried in the water.

"Come on, dude, I don't want to think about that right now," he answered with a shake of his head. Ricky shot him a grin, raising one eyebrow. "Sick of tour life already, are we?" he asked.

"No, see, if that was the case, I'd be like 'Who are you and what have you done with the real Chris?'" you interjected with a grin of your own. Laughter rang out from around the pool, and you winked at Chris, his answering smile creating a sense of warmth in you, a feeling completely different than the warmth brought on by the sun beating down on you all.

He shrugged, running one hand through his blonde hair. "I don't know, I mean, don't get me wrong here. I'm beyond thrilled to be doing another tour with you guys, but... two weeks. That's gonna come fast," he said.

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped unbidden from your mouth at that moment. Apparently you weren't the only one; both Vinny and Ricky snickered from across the pool as soon as they got the joke, each of them exchanging a furtive look with you.

Chris shot you a questioning look, and a slow grin spread across your face as you quickly raised both eyebrows at him. "You know what else is gonna come fast?" you began, exchanging another sly glance with the boys before your gaze slid back to Chris.

In that moment, it must've finally clicked for him, because he gave you a warning look, similar to the one he'd given you in the car.

"Y/N..." he started, raising one dark eyebrow at you. His eyes remained locked on yours, but the longer you stared back, the more you noticed certain things, little things.

One corner of his mouth twitched up briefly, like he was fighting back a smirk, as he continued to stare at you. Oh, so he had found it funny, though, hadn't he? Your grin widened a little as you scooted closer to him, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

"I bet you can make me come fast."

The timing couldn't have been better; you leaned back just in time to see Chris's mouth fall open in shock, those brown eyes widening, a barely audible gasp the only thing being heard above the faint music drifting over from the small portable speaker by the pool.

"What? What'd she say?"

"Dude, what did she tell you?"

The guys' questions went ignored as Chris sat there, stunned and speechless for a moment. He wasn't the only one; a quick glance around the edge of the pool showed you that every single one of his bandmates was watching, waiting to see what Chris's next move would be... or what your next move would be.

"You did not just go there, not here, at Ricky's-?" Chris started, trailing off for a second.

"Y/N, you-" he began again, but like before, he stopped mid-sentence.

"Damn, Y/N, I think you broke him," Justin suddenly spoke up, trying not to laugh.

"Dude, he's fucking speechless!" Vinny laughed.

"What did you say to him?" he added with a grin, raising a brow at you.

You grinned back at him, shrugging.

"Ask Chris," you answered, sneaking another glance at the man in question beside you.

He was still staring at you, but now there was a hint of something darker in those brown eyes of his.

"Say it again, I'm gonna toss you in the pool," he warned you. And yet, despite the warning, there was that same hint of a smirk from before.

"Go ahead, I'll pull you in with me," you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him with a cheeky little grin.

One dark eyebrow arched up, and he leaned in to whisper in your ear this time.

"At least then you'll already be wet for me."

Now it was your turn to be rendered speechless for the moment.

Chris leaned back with a satisfied smile, looking all too pleased with himself.

Shooting you a wink, he got up from the edge of the pool, nodding over at Ryan.

"I need to go help him with food prep, do me a favor and behave, Y/N," he told you.

You were still too stunned to speak, merely nodding in response and watching him walk away.

Game fucking set and match on his end, then. You'd have to get a bit more creative...

Ricky's laugh broke through your thoughts, as he sat down next to you.

"Sounds like someone's in trouble," he teased you, lightly nudging you with his shoulder. You snuck a glance behind you, watching Chris, unable to help the soft smile that made its way onto your face.

There was just something about the way he moved, gods, you could watch him all day.

And then he happened to look up at that exact second, his eyes meeting yours. A slow smile spread across his face, and he winked at you before going back to helping Ryan with getting lunch prepped for the day.

Turning back around, you nudged Ricky with your shoulder. "Hey, don't tell him this, but... I've been kind of a brat today because I'm actually sort of hoping he'll reach his breaking point and... you know," you told him.

He grinned, casting a quick glance in Chris's direction before his eyes met yours again.

"Ah. Yeah, no, I get it. We've been kind of busy with touring and I know you guys haven't exactly had any time to be alone together," he started, an awkward little smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.

"I mean, I will say this: if things do work out for you today, I've got the extra guest room you guys can use, just so you know. Just... clean up when you're done," he said, trying not to laugh.

"Also, if you really wanna get him to his breaking point quick, let me know, I'll gladly help you out," he grinned. You were unable to keep from laughing at that, the sound drawing Chris and Ryan's attention.

"What're you Girl Scouts laughing about over there?" Ryan asked. His question only made you laugh a little harder, you and Ricky exchanging a furtive look with each other.

"You gonna?" he asked in a voice low enough for only you to hear.

You grinned in response, merely nudging him in the side and nodding in Chris's direction.

Getting up from the edge of the pool, you turned to face Chris, your heart racing with anticipation of what you were about to do.

"Eyyo, Christopher! Lemme get that dick!" you called out, heat flooding your cheeks as you waited for his reaction.

And oh, was it ever the reaction you were hoping for.

He turned around to face you, his mouth open, eyes wide, and brows raised to the fullest extent.

"What did you just say??"

He took a warning step towards you, giving you that look you loved so much, his head tilted ever so slightly to the right.

But you weren't going to let him rattle you that easily. No, you were going to see this through.

"I mean, I can say it again if you'd like?" you answered, biting back a grin. He took another step forward, that warning look still in place. Silence once again settled over the group, the only sound being that of the music streaming softly from the speaker by the pool.

Your gaze shifted to land on Ricky; he was watching the two of you with a poorly concealed grin on his face, and when his eyes met yours, his smile only grew wider, like he was on the verge of laughing.

"Y/N."

Immediately, you glanced back at Chris, your eyes widening when you noticed he'd gotten more than a step or two closer to you still.

"First of all, wildly out of line of you to ask me that, here in front of the guys. And secondly... excuse the ever loving fuck out of you, that's not how you ask me, now try again," Chris spoke firmly, his eyes never wavering from yours.

You started to sneak a glance over at Ricky again, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris shake his head at you.

"No, don't look at him, he's not gonna help you. You wanted to start this little game of yours, now you're gonna finish it," he said. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.

"Oh, I'll definitely be able to finish, will you?" you grinned, waiting for his reaction.

Someone laughed, and Chris shot them a sideways glance, before those brown eyes met yours again. "That's one. Try again," he said, his voice dangerously low and smooth.

You bit your lip in anticipation, mentally weighing your options here.

On the one hand, if you played this his way, there was no guarantee that you would get what you wanted, what you needed. But on the other hand, if you played this your way... well, there was still no guarantee of that, either.

You supposed you'd just have to fuck around and find out, then.

"Er, um... may I please get that dick?" you repeated your earlier request, albeit a little more politely this time around.

The expression on Chris's face seemed to soften, and he took another step towards you. "There, see? Now wasn't that a much better way of asking me?" he said softly.

"Pfft, no," you answered, before you could stop yourself.

Almost immediately, both eyebrows were raised again, before he narrowed his eyes at you, though you could swear you saw him smirk for the briefest of seconds.

But then with three more steps, he was suddenly in front of you, picking you up and holding you over one shoulder, like one would with a disobedient child.

"That's two. You're done," you heard Chris say.

Your mouth fell open in protest, and you turned to look over your shoulder at him as best as you could.

"Wait, what happened to three?? You know, three strikes and you're out?? You don't play fair, Cerulli!" you protested.

"Nope, you're done. And I don't want to hear it, you don't exactly play fair either, Y/N," he answered.

You could hear the slight amusement in his voice, could practically see the smirk on his face, at this point.

Ricky laughed, getting up from the edge of the pool. "Tour update: Y/N is a brat, and Chris... is not having it," he teased.

"Yeah, not helpful, Olson," you heard Chris say, but even he couldn't keep the smile out of his voice. "You wanna finish helping Ryan out for me? I've got a brat I need to take care of," he added.

Ricky nodded, and you heard Vinny laugh from where he was sitting by the edge of the pool. "Ooh, you're in trouble!" he called out, grinning.

A few catcalls and laughs ensued from the rest of the group as Chris began heading towards the house, still carrying you rather unceremoniously over one shoulder.

As soon as the two of you were in the house and out of earshot of the others, Chris set you down, a dark look now present in those warm and (usually) gentle brown eyes.

"You wanna explain to me why you're being such a little brat for me today, Y/N?" he asked, casting a quick glance over his shoulder.

Ooh, did he really want the honesty? Or was it perhaps better not to clue him in? To be fair, you were already this far, it wouldn't make sense to back out now, right?

Biting back a smirk, you shrugged.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, I've been so mild today," you said, trying to remain casual.

On the inside, you were a mess. He was reaching his breaking point, you could feel it.

Just a little more...

"Besides, if I'm such a brat, why don't you do something about it?" you sassed him.

Something in his gaze hardened; this was it...

"Yeah, you know what, I think I will. Bedroom. Now. Go," Chris answered, voice firm.

Ha, this was it, finally...!

You stood your ground, waiting.

And he promptly picked you up, putting you over one shoulder again and carrying you down the hall, towards the guest bedroom Ricky had told you about earlier.

He tossed you down onto the bed, not giving you any time to catch your breath before he was leaning over you, quickly pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, the other curling gently around your throat.

"You gonna behave now?" he asked, his voice low and face mere inches from yours.

You stared back at him, your gaze rather defiant as you shook your head at him.

"Mm. Wrong answer, Y/N," Chris breathed.

He closed the distance between the two of you, his mouth finding yours in an instant, all tongue and teeth and dark seduction, the promise of being left unable to walk lingering behind every rough kiss he pressed to your lips.

A groan slipped unbidden from your throat, and you heard him groan in response, his mouth moving urgently against your own. "Mm, safeword?" he breathed out, in between harsh kisses. "Porcelain," you breathed back, earning a hum of approval from Chris.

"Good girl," he muttered, his words sending a chill down your spine. His grip on your throat tightened briefly before he let go, pulling back to admire the way you were still pinned beneath him.

"Fuck, I've missed seeing you like this," he sighed, running his free hand through his blonde hair. The hint of a smirk rested on that perfect mouth of his, a mouth that was as sinful and dirty as it was pretty.

Releasing your wrists, he stood up, staring down at you with that familiar look in his eyes.

You knew that look, it was only the same one he'd worn in the countless scenes you two had done together since you'd learned of his dominant side.

Fuck, did you love his dominant side...

"Stay still. We're gonna play a game, you and me. You're not allowed to move, you're not allowed to make a single fucking sound. Understand?" he said.

The minute you opened your mouth to answer him, he raised a brow at you.

"I mean it. Not a sound. Trust me, you make the prettiest fucking noises for me, but that's just it: they're for me. Not my bandmates. Got it?" he asked. You nodded, earning an approving little pat on the head from him.

"Better, that's my good girl," he murmured.

With that, he leaned down, leaving little kisses along the exposed skin of your throat, finding your sweet spot so easily. It took everything in you to hold back your moan, the noise instead escaping as a barely audible whimper.

And yet, Chris still heard it.

He paused for a moment, lifting his head to give you a warning look, before leaning down again, marking up that sweet spot at the base of your throat. "Better be quiet..." he warned you, in between kisses.

You were trying, honestly! He was making it ever so difficult, though. One more kiss here, one more kiss there... fuck, he really wanted you to suffer, didn't he?

Another small whimper slipped free from your mouth, and you could both see and feel the smile that briefly turned up the corners of his mouth as Chris glanced up at you again.

"Do I need to gag you? Is that what you want?" he asked. You shook your head at him, and he raised an eyebrow at you. "Then I need you to stop, and be quiet for me. Be a good girl, or you lose the game. Understand?" he said.

You nodded, Chris's answering smile of approval bringing a smile of your own to your face. "Up, now. I want this off," he told you, tugging on the hem of your shirt. You did as you were told, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. "Everything?" you asked, biting back another smile as you let the shirt fall to the floor.

"Everything, everything. All of it," came Chris's answer, his voice trailing off as he watched you undress for him. But when you went to undo the ties at the sides of your swim bottoms, he shook his head at you. "No. Down," he ordered you.

Lying back against the bed for him, you watched with baited breath, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, as he leaned down and took the ties between his teeth, tugging them free. Fuck, that had to be the hottest thing you'd seen him do all day...!

He did the same thing to the ties on the other side before standing up again, his hands making quick work of discarding your swim bottoms, casting them aside. You now lay exposed before him, every inch of you waiting to be ravished and ruined by him, just like you wanted, like you needed.

"Fuck," he swore under his breath, staring down at you in awe, like a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time. "So fucking beautiful, Y/N," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. His touch was no less gentle than it had been earlier; he wanted this just as much as you did, he needed this too.

"Chris," you moaned his name, reaching down to grasp the hem of his shirt, but he stopped you before you could get any further than that. "Mm, no, Y/N, I thought I told you not to move," he murmured, breaking the kiss to stare down at you, those warm brown eyes holding you captive and scorching your very soul alive.

"But I want to touch-" you started. He shook his head at you, a hint of a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Only good girls get to touch," he answered. Leaning down, he whispered in your ear, his voice low and full of amusement.

"And you haven't been a good girl for me today, have you, baby?"

Before you could stop yourself, you shook your head no, staring up at him with wide eyes. Gods, he already had you tiptoeing the line into subspace for him. Fuck, he was good...

You watched as he stripped himself of his shirt, and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the inked up expanse of his bare skin. You wanted him so bad, you wanted to run your fingers over his ink, trace every line, every curve, you wanted to taste him, you needed him so fucking bad...!

A whine escaped unbidden from your throat, earning you a chuckle from Chris. "Aw, my sweet girl's all pent up, isn't she?" he teased you, before finally ridding himself of his swim trunks. You sucked in a rattling gasp, nodding frantically as he leaned over you, kissing up the side of your throat, eventually finding the spot below your right ear.

"It's too bad she's been a brat all day," he whispered in your ear, his words only working to pull another whine from the back of your throat. "Shh, lucky for you, I'm not mean enough to just leave you like this," he added, leaning back to look down at you, his gaze softening.

"But," he added with a grin, "I'm also not gonna sit here and just give you what you want, not that easily." Leaning forward again until his face was inches from yours, he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"You want this dick so bad, Daddy's gonna make you fucking work for it," he told you. His words sent a hot spike of arousal straight to your core, where you needed him the most, and it took every ounce of whatever self control you had left to not sink all the way into subspace for him.

"Oh, but it'd be so easy!" your inner thoughts protested, pleaded, even.

Fuck it.

You stared up at him, your gaze locked with his. Chris knew, too. He knew in that moment, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Fucking checkmate, right?

"You gonna be a good little whore for me, Y/N?" he asked, staring down at you. Fuuu- if he kept talking like that, you wouldn't last long around him. You nodded, too stunned and too far gone to speak properly.

Not that he minded, of course. No, he was in full Dom mode, he knew exactly how much power he held over you right now. "That's my good girl," he muttered, before reaching out and tapping you twice on your inner thigh.

"Up, I want you on your knees. Now," he told you. You complied ever so easily, the prospect of you getting what you want lingering around the corner, just out of your reach. He wanted you to be a good little whore for him, you could do that, no problem...

You knew what he wanted without him even having to ask, you two had done this dance many, many times before. That, and he was making it ever so obvious; he was already so aroused and so hard for you. Kneeling down, you took him easily into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat.

Fuck, you could already taste him, you'd missed this so much. The minute you had your hot little mouth wrapped around his dick, Chris released the dirtiest, ungodliest of moans, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head, his fingers winding themselves through your hair and holding you in place.

"Fuck, good girl, fuck, just... just like that," he groaned, watching you go down on him, take him, every fucking inch, all the way to the back of your throat-- fuck, you were doing so good for him-!

He watched with a mix of arousal and awe, his grip on the back of your head tightening slightly, his hips rising ever so carefully to meet you halfway. Brown eyes widened, Chris's head falling back as you moaned around him, an echoed groan of his own filling the hushed silence of the room.

Holy- how the fuck could you take him as deeply as you were?? Then again, he wasn't sure why this should surprise him, you'd always done so well for him, more than deserving of any and every ounce of praise he'd ever given you.

"There we go, good... fuck, good girl," Chris panted softly, every exhaled breath trembling on his tongue. "Not such a brat now, are we?" he added with a breathless laugh. You paused a moment, lifting your head to meet his gaze, making a face at him and baring your teeth.

He smirked, trying hard to hide his laughter. "Aw, little kitten thinks she's so tough. But look at her, such a pretty baby, kept all quiet with her mouth around my dick," he cooed at you. God, the filthiest things that could come out of this man's mouth-!

You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, your blood pounding a frantic staccato within your veins, Chris's words echoing in the forefront of your mind. You gave him your best doe-eyed expression, watching intently as his own expression shifted, his grin faltering as the cracks started appearing in his calm facade.

In the few beats of silence that followed, you could hear the sharp hiss of breath escaping his lungs, his eyes locked intently on yours. The minutes seemed to tick by before he finally spoke, his voice trembling and his words seeming to stumble over each other in their haste to get out.

"D-don't... don't do that, don't look at me like that, kitten..." he pleaded with you in a breathless whisper.

Ha... who was in control of who, again?

A smirk playing at the edges of your mouth, you cast your eyes downward again, your hands moving up to grip the tops of his thighs, fingers digging in as you pulled him in deeper once more, a low groan rising up from the back of your throat.

Any further pleas Chris may have had for you died out on his tongue, another sharp exhale hissing from between his teeth as he watched you, his entire being held wholly and utterly spellbound by your every fucking move.

You could feel his grip on your hair loosen, his hand falling to rest at his side, his self-control starting to slip ever so much further with every touch of your hands, your tongue. You could tell the moment he was close, his fingers tensing and gripping tightly at the bedspread beneath him, his hips rising to meet you halfway.

"F-fuck, Y/N-!"

The way your name left his mouth, spoken like a swear word, like a sort of forbidden oath--

You were completely done for after that, all self-control you may have had, just... gone.

You only had the briefest of warnings from him, before he was coming undone for you, the taste and feel of him heavy on your tongue and in the back of your throat, as sweet and addictive as novocain...

He was your drug, your fix.

And you doubted you'd ever be able to get enough of him.

His climax easily added fuel to the fire of your own, but you knew better. If you came now, that was it, game over. You knew how he was as a Dom, he'd make you wait...

Holding back a groan, you let your eyes drift upwards, meeting his. "Don't swallow yet, baby, I wanna see," he told you, head falling back as he tried to catch his breath, one hand rising to run through his hair.

You slowly pulled back, releasing him from your mouth as you sat up on your knees for him, waiting patiently and trying your hardest not to swallow. His composure regained and that smooth, calm facade back in place once more, Chris reached out with one hand to gently grab you by the chin as he leaned forward, his gaze intent on yours.

"Open up, pretty little brat, let me see..." he breathed.

Eyes wide, you nodded, easily giving in to his demands, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him, putting on full display the mess he had created for you.

Chris stared back at you in awe, taking note of the way his cum dripped from the tip of your tongue, spilling down your chin, your throat, his hand...

"Look at that, look at you, you beautiful, messy little girl," he whispered, pride in his voice, his brown eyes softening as he smiled down at you.

Ah, and there it was... that feeling you always craved, the part you most looked forward to whenever you two did this together.

The way he would give you praise, it was indescribable. He wouldn't just praise you for the sake of doing it, no, oh no. He would go so much further than that, always.

He had a certain way of making you feel so completely special, like everything about you mattered, everything about what you did and who you were just mattered.

Because to him, it did matter. You did.

The softest of whimpers left your mouth, your gaze held captive by his own.

This was one of the parts Chris secretly loved too, seeing you like this, so soft and sweet and pure for him... even though he knew better, you both did.

The moments where you were so open for him like this were incredibly rare, this show of vulnerability was something only he got to see.

Another small noise left your open mouth, regaining his attention. "Shh, I know, baby. Swallow for me, every last drop," he spoke softly, leaning forward to kiss you gently on the forehead.

You did as you were told, swallowing the taste of him, a bittersweet feeling of emptiness lingering behind afterwards. That was the part you hated, no longer being able to taste him, to feel him on your tongue, in the back of your throat.

But Chris knew the feeling just as much as you did, he always knew.

With the softest of touches, he used his thumb to clean up what was left, pushing lightly at your lips, watching as you eagerly opened up for him, taking him into your mouth, indulging in what remained of the taste of him.

Releasing his thumb from your mouth with the smallest of bites, you sat back on your heels, staring up at him with those doe eyes. He smiled back at you, reaching out to stroke the side of your face.

"Such a good girl for me, you did so good. Here, come here, pretty baby," he cooed, beckoning you to him. You climbed up into his lap, one leg on either side of him as you wrapped your arms around him, holding on to him like he was your only lifeline.

"Let me take care of you, Y/N, give you what you need," he whispered in your ear, drawing you close to him. You only too easily complied, letting him have full control, slipping as far into subspace as he could get you to go.

He entered you slowly, wanting you to feel every fucking inch of him, down to the last. Unified groans echoed through the quiet of the room, his fingers digging in to the velvet softness of your hips, clutching you to him like he was going to lose you.

Only he wasn't; you were his as much as he was yours, you were here to stay...

His name left your mouth, a hushed plea for him, all of him, everything he could ever give you.

"Shh, I know, I'm here, m'gonna make you feel so good..." came Chris's muffled reply, his face buried against the side of your neck as he placed soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses along the skin there.

You let your head fall back, eyes closing and lips parting in a silent groan, fingertips brushing along Chris's back, nails digging in ever so slightly to leave tiny half-moons patterned over the surface of the skin.

His breath left him in a quiet hiss, one of his hands moving up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close to him as he left deep kisses along the exposed skin of your throat, leaving his mark on you, taking claim to what was his.

A bit ironic, wasn't it? He'd always told you purple was a good color on you...

The sweetest of noises left your mouth for him to hear, drawing out a mirrored echo of his own, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting softly at your shoulder.

Fuck, he didn't think he'd ever be able to get enough of you, even as close as he was to you in this moment, right here and now...!

He wanted you in every way he could have you, he had every fucking intention of it, you'd asked him so nicely before, hadn't you?

Sure, you'd also been kind of a brat and gotten him entirely too riled up all day, but-- wait. Was that why you-? Is this what you had been after the entire time, what you had craved so badly from him-??

A low groan slipped free from his throat as he bit at your shoulder again, before soothing the bite with the gentlest of kisses. His fingers dug into you as his hips rose to meet yours, pushing him deeper into you than he'd ever been, than he could ever hope to be.

The softly exhaled swear word that left your mouth at the miniscule movement was enough to make him slip up and smile, a quiet laugh rising from his throat.

"Is this what you were after, huh, baby? Is this what you've been wanting, why you were such a brat for me earlier, hmm?" he breathed, thrusting up into you and earning another whispered expletive from you.

You were too far gone, too far entrapped by him to be able to answer properly. A mere nod was all you could manage, your head falling forward so you could bury your face against the side of his neck, choking out your soft moans.

"You poor, sweet baby, all you had to do was tell me that you needed to be fucked, you didn't have to be a brat to get my attention..." Chris said softly, trying not to laugh.

"I ddnt knw cld..." came your muffled reply.

"Hmm?" Chris breathed, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

"I didn't know I could," you reiterated softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze. Chris's answering laugh caused the heat to flood your cheeks again, as you blushed.

"Y/N, sweetheart... you know you can ask me anything, yeah? Mm, you've got to tell me if I'm not giving you enough attention," he answered, leaning forward to kiss you on the cheek, your chin, down towards your throat, your shoulders.

"Doesn't matter if I'm with the guys, if you need me, pull me aside and let me know you need some time away..." he added, brushing soft kisses along your collarbones. "I'm sure they'll understand, at least half of them know what it's like," he continued in a murmur, dotting more featherlight kisses along your skin.

"What what's like?" you gasped softly, head falling back again as Chris's hips rose to meet yours in another particularly deep thrust. He had to choke back a groan before he was able to answer you, his fingers flexing tightly along your hips for a moment.

"Fuck..." he groaned, eyes closing as he sat there, buried deep within you, forehead resting against your shoulder for a second.

"They know..." he breathed out, eyes reopening as he lifted his head to look at you, "they know what it's like to have a girlfriend to come home to, someone they're just so incredibly desperate, so hard up for, the entire fucking time we're on tour..."

His hand slid from the back of your head, down, down to instead grip the back of your neck, fingers flexing softly, tightening ever so gently, holding you in place as he slowly fucked you, every thrust deeper and more sensual than the last one before it.

You cried out as the waves of dark ecstasy ebbed away just at the surface, threatening to overtake you and drown you in their depths at any given moment. You were close, you were so very close, he was so good, too good, everything was too warm, too stifling, fuck-!

Chris's answering moan fell in perfect synchronicity with your own sweet sounds, creating a seductive little symphony only the two of you would ever be able to hear.

"Fuck, I know, baby, you're so close, Daddy's close too, fuck..." he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your own.

"Just a little more, hold out a little longer for me, hmm? Gonna make you feel so fucking good, fuck you so full of my cum, breed you 'til you fucking drip for me, baby..." he added, keeping up the dirtiest stream of whispered profanities against your skin, his hand tightening on the back of your neck.

"Chris, please-!"

Your begging only added fuel to the blaze growing hotter between the two of you, your desperate pleas sending him chasing after that high, right over the edge--

And you fell down with him, oh fuck, did you fall fast and hard with him--

Chris barely had time to growl out the words "Cum for me, Y/N", before you were doing just that, his name leaving your mouth in the loudest of cries. You were sure if his bandmates hadn't heard the two of you before, they would now.

But you didn't give a fuck.

You were so lost in those waves, so lost in him, to even care.

The way he held you down tightly against him, the way he was so intent on making you feel every inch of him, every drop of seed he had to give you--

It was too much, it wasn't enough, it was... it was everything--

"Fuck, Chris, fuck--!" you ground out, your breath leaving you in sharp, gasping exhales as you clung tightly to him, holding on desperately.

Your thighs trembled beneath you, and yet... you didn't drown, not completely. Chris held you as tightly as you held him, the two of you keeping one another aloft through it all, riding the high until there was nothing left to take, nothing left to give.

The inside of your head felt blissfully like radio static, as if someone had left it carelessly unattended between channels, the white noise filtering through to your brain, to your very nerve endings.

Chest heaving, breaths trembling, you collapsed against him, the weight of Chris's embrace a comforting presence as you came down from your high. Little did you know your very presence was of great comfort to him as well, the two of you guiding each other back home.

"You- I... fuck," you gasped out in a breathless whisper, unable to find the right words. But at this point, words became unnecessary, a sort of unspoken agreement forming amidst the aftermath. Chris knew, he always did...

He sat there for a while afterwards, holding you close to him, not quite ready to let you go, not just yet. If he was being honest, he felt rather selfish in that moment. It wasn't enough, he still needed you, needed to feel you, to taste you...

"Here, lie down for me, baby..." he murmured, helping you up as he slowly withdrew from you. The sharp hiss you let out at the feeling of emptiness afterwards, oh, how he hated that sound. But he'd make up for it, he'd see to it, you'd see...

The minute you were lying prone and soft for him, Chris gently parted your legs, immediately leaning down to kiss you in that most intimate of places, working with tongue and teeth to cleanse you, but fuck, the taste-!

He groaned against you, the muffled sound being unwillingly ripped from his throat, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place as he instead devoured you, every taste of your essence and his heavy and seductive on his tongue... he wanted more.

No, fuck that, he needed it.

And the way your fingers tangled tightly in his blonde hair, pulling harshly as he ate you out so deep, fuck-- he needed more of it, he needed all of it.

And you-!

You'd swear up and down, Chris was practically made for eating pussy, holy fuck-

It was one of the things he was particularly skilled in, the way he could have you coming unraveled at the seams for him just like that...

Fuck-!

Your thighs shook, a harsh cry tearing itself free from your parted lips as you came for him, Chris using that sinful mouth of his to fuck you through not one, but two orgasms, holy-!

You tugged harshly at his hair, his answering hiss sending a flush of heat straight through to your core, shoving you carelessly, blissfully, over the edge one last time, before Chris decided to show you mercy.

"N-no... more..." you gasped out, panting softly for him. "Safeword?" he breathed, lifting his head to stare up at you through heavy eyes, those warm brown irises scorching through to your soul.

You shook your head at him, unable to respond vocally. But much like before, words were unnecessary with the two of you. He leaned back, taking you by the hands and gently pulling you up to cradle you to his chest, hugging you tightly.

You were done, you had reached your limits.

But that was okay with him, you had done more than what he'd expected of you, much like you always did.

It was one of the things he had come to grow fond of, with the relationship you two had.

"Fuck, you did so good for me, baby. 'M'so proud of you," Chris murmured against the top of your head, his fingers tracing light circles along your back, tracing up your spine, working to bring you back down to earth, back to him.

You were much too exhausted to respond, instead settling for a soft hum of acknowledgement, your breathing eventually returning to normal as you left your high behind.

Only then did you finally take note of one minute detail that had previously escaped your notice.

The door to the guest bedroom had been left open, the entire time you and Chris had fucked.

Anybody could have walked past, could have seen you and Chris like that...

"Fuck..." you mumbled.

"Hmm?" came Chris's soft reply.

"The door. It got left open," you answered in a tired murmur.

There was a moment's silence before you and Chris both looked at each other, neither one of you suddenly able to keep from laughing.

When the laughter had died down, Chris cast a look over his shoulder at the door. "Probably a good idea to close that next time, yeah?" he remarked, turning back to grin down at you. You nodded, your cheeks flushing at the thought that one of his bandmates might have seen the two of you.

And then Chris's words clicked into place.

"Wait, next time? You mean that?" you asked softly, a hopeful look in your eyes. He nodded, smirking down at you. "You don't think I'm gonna let you get away with this twice, do you?" he teased you, leaning down to kiss you.

You grinned, shrugging as you kissed him back. "Maybe? I got you this time, didn't I?" you teased him in response. "Mm, no," he answered, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before releasing it, "no, baby. I got you."

You leaned back to pout at him, earning another laugh from him. "Alright, how about this? Truce?" he asked, holding out a hand. You eyed it dubiously for a second, before finally relenting, shaking his hand. "Alright. Truce," you agreed. "For now," you added a moment later, unable to keep from smirking.

Chris raised both brows at you, before calling you a brat. Although, judging by the faint smile on his face, you knew he didn't mean it.

And you were right, he didn't mean it. You were his good girl, you'd always been, always would be...

"I mean, you guys cleaned up in there, right? I'm not gonna find anything... questionable... later?" Ricky asked, raising an eyebrow at Chris. There was some light laughter amongst the rest of the guys, as they all sat gathered around the open, brightly blazing fire-pit.

The last rays of the dying sun had long since bled out, leaving nothing but ink and gemstones and a silver smile gracing the skies. Food had been eaten, drinks had been had, laughter had been shared, and now that things were winding down, you had ended up falling asleep in Chris's lap, your head resting on his shoulder.

Chris made a face at Ricky, earning more laughter from his bandmates. "Of course we cleaned up. Besides," he said, glancing down at your sleeping form in his lap, "I think she needed this today."

"How long had it been for you guys again?" Ryan asked, arching an eyebrow. "Too fucking long," came Chris's instant reply.

A few low catcalls and whistling ensued from some of his bandmates, earning them all an eyeroll from Chris. "Sooo... tour update: Y/N's no longer a brat?" Ricky teased, grinning.

Unable to hide his own grin, Chris shook his head, glancing down at you again and placing a soft kiss atop your head as you slept. "No... she just needed a little extra attention from me today, that's all..." he answered.

"Dude, you're so fucking soft for her," Vinny grinned. "Yeah, man, I don't think I've ever seen you like this with anybody, our fans included," Justin agreed.

Ricky snorted, casting a sideways glance at his friend. "It's cause he loves her," he said with a wink. Chris waved him off with a smile, but he knew his bandmate was right.

He did love you, more than he ever thought he could, more than he thought he deserved to. How he'd ever been lucky enough to land someone as special as you... that was still, and probably would always be, a mystery to him.

"Oh and by the way, you guys were totally loud," someone suddenly spoke up, earning another round of laughter from everybody.

"Shut up, we were not!"

A/N: I know this one was a bit of a long read, I do apologize. But for those of you who stuck around and made it all the way to the end, I want to very humbly thank you and hear what you thought of this one! (Also, if you think I should do more of these, please let me know in the comments and REBLOG! Every little bit helps! Thank you so much, fellow Creatures! 🎃

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Like The Movies || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader

PICTURE FOUND ON PINTEREST

SUMMARY: When Vinny and his childhood best friend Y/n jokingly decide to watch adult movies together, things escalate rather quickly.

WARNINGS: smut, MDNI, watching porn together, mutual masturbation, mutual pining, mentions of drug consumption, friends to fwb sorta, …

A/N: I wrote this last night, I don’t know where it came from… Maybe I’ll write another part. I don’t know yet! This is not proofread sorryyy

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @nerdraging4point0 @circle-with-me @tearfallpixie (i hope you dont mind me tagging you, i thought you would like to read this ♡)

Vinny was glad tour was over. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, he had a blast. But coming back home meant one thing for him. He would see you again. Vinny couldn���t remember a time where he hadn’t known you. Since he could remember, you were there. From kindergarten, where you beat up a guy that stole him a shovel while building a sand castle, to high school, where you were there for each other during the worst heartbreaks.

Even when he became the drummer for Motionless in White, you were there. You supported him through every life stage he was going through and it even came to the point where you bought the house next to his. You two were basically attached at the hip.

It was no wonder that when he was back in town, he visited you the second he had settled back in. There was this tradition, where to two of you would meet up, smoke some weed and talk about everything that happened during the time you couldn’t see each other. Nothing was out of the usual. Except… Everything was out of the usual this time…

It was a warm Saturday evening in July. The sun was slowly setting down and he had just come over to your house. Of course, it meant he would be here until late at night. As always.

Since the temperature reached their peak at this point, it was no wonder you only wore shorts and a crop top. Nothing Vinny hadn’t seen you in before, but this time he took a great notice in how good it actually fitted you.

As usual, you both had been smoking for almost an hour at this point and you were currently babbling about the most random shit that came to your mind. You enjoyed your time together as always. But you actually didn’t know how you got to the topic you were currently talking about.

“Oh, come on! You can’t be serious.” You exclaimed while handing him the joint. His cheeks were almost crimson red at this point. He was nervous. “You can’t tell me you really enjoy these overdramatic movies.”

“It’s not like I enjoy enjoy it, I just skip videos until I reach one that I can, you know, finish to.” He mumbled and let out a small giggle before he inhaled again.

“And you decided an old and corny eighty’s porn was the right choice?” You giggled and let your head fall onto the backrest of the couch for a second. It wasn’t unusual for you to talk about sexual events in your lives, considering you had gone through so much together, but hearing that he jerked of to something like that made you giggle almost uncontrollably.

“Oh, don’t make fun of me, I bet you watch that shit all the time.” He threw back at you, before putting the joint, or what was left of it, out.

“I’m not saying, I don’t watch porn, I’m just saying I try to keep my taste… Authentic.” You answered him honestly and shifted in your place for a second. Vinny did not miss how your crop top rode up a little and how it warmed his cheeks even more, but he decided to blame it on the drug running through his system.

“So, what’s authentic in your eyes?”

That’s when you noticed something changed. The energy in the room shifted. You looked into your best friend's greenish eyes and you noticed how they seemingly became darker. You knew he just wanted to tease you but something in his tone sparked your curiosity. Something in his attitude made you think he was genuinely interested in your taste in adult films; curious even.

“Should I show you?” You almost whispered, after contemplating your answer for what seemed like eternity. You thought about if it would make things between you and Vinny awkward but you ultimately decided against it. Nothing ever could make things between the two of you awkward.

You saw how his Adam's apple bobbed and you felt strange. There was this feeling in your gut, you couldn’t quite describe. A feeling you had never felt before when you were around him but you just blamed it on your not-sober state.

“Why not?” He mumbled quietly and you could have sworn how his gaze went to your lips for a second.

“Okay.”

Around twenty minutes later, you were gathered around your tiny laptop screen. You had finally decided on a movie to show Vinny but now that you were really sitting there, you were strangely unprepared and vulnerable.

A shaky breath escaped your lips, and you felt hot all of a sudden. There was something weirdly intimate about this thing. You felt dirty to some extent. You were about to show your best friend your taste in adult movies. You turned to face Vinny for a second, his gaze filled with an anticipating and curious expression.

“What if you find it weird?” You mumbled and his eyes immediately found yours.

“There is literally nothing about you that could surprise me in the slightest, Y/n.” He reassured you with a slight teasing tone. It took you a second to believe his words. But he was right. He knew everything about you. There was nothing weird about two best friends watching that stuff together.

“We can make a deal.” He then exclaimed and you blinked at him. “If we feel weird at any point, we just put it out and watch some dinosaur documentary or something.”

You laughed at the randomness of his media choice.

“What?” – ��Dinosaur documentaries? Seriously, Vin?” Vinny smirked for a second before he lifted his hands in defends. “If you find it more comfortable, we can also sit in silence and stare at the wall.”

“No, no. You are right.” You exclaimed before holding out your hand which he took and shook lightly. “Deal.”

When you leaned down to load the video, you noticed how Vinny shuffles in this place. It felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest.

Breathe, Y/n, breathe.

After a short intro that promoted the person’s OF the video cut to a couple in a bedroom. The naked guy was sitting on the edge of the bed, almost shaking in anticipation as the girl was slowly kneeing down in between his legs. Even though the video was filmed in third person, you could clearly see how she looked up at him through her lashes. Then she began to blow him.

You swallowed hard, not really knowing what to do. You sat stiff, not daring to look at Vinny for a solid minute. The only noise filling the room being the guy’s small moans and whimpers.

“Do you like when guys moan?” Vinny then asked, causing you to look at him with a surprised look on your face.

“What?” - “I-… I mean you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but-…”

“Yeah… I-… I think I like it. When it comes naturally of course.” You mumbled and felt how your cheeks grew warmer.

You looked each other in the eyes for a second before he nodded slightly. The scene cut to him eating her out, their positions switched.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw that Vinny‘s eyes were completely glued to the screen. His eyes were wide. His mouth slightly open and he occasionally sucked his lip in to dampen it. You wondered if he enjoyed it.

You took a deep breath, trying to forget about Vinny sitting next to you, before looking at the screen again. They began fucking at this point. It was the first time you even noticed what watching porn was even like. You watched strangers chase each other’s high for your own entertainment.

You noticed the way the woman threw her head back as the guy pounded into her. She wasn’t fake-moaning, slight noises of enjoyment leaving her pink lips. Occasionally, there were words of praise exchanged between the two of them and you couldn’t help your mind wondering off again. You felt how your stomach started to heat up. You felt yourself shifting in your seat. You felt the way your mouth felt dry and you had to keep licking your lip to feel comfortable. The same way Vinny had to. You noticed how your nipples perked up slightly. How your crop top started to feel tight.

You were starting to get worked up and even though you put great afford into it, you couldn’t help but peak a glance at Vinny once in a while. His cheeks were tinted in a red tone and even though you tried not to, your gaze wondered to his pants. He was hard.

Your entire face and stomach went incredible hot at this sight, like you’d been suddenly standing in the hot summer sun. His hands that had become much more defined due to playing the drums so frequently, were laying on his thighs and he occasionally rubbed them against his black shorts like he was desperate to move them.

What shook you the most, though, was that you wanted him to move his hands.

You took a deep breath again, trying to calm your nerves. You couldn’t believe you just thought about your best friend masturbating next to you. You tried your utter best to lock those thoughts away but it didn’t even take a minute until your eyes settled back onto his figure. It intrigued you. He intrigued you.

You didn’t know how to ask him if he wanted to touch himself. You didn’t want to make it weird. But you desperately wanted to ease the tension in the room. You knew you yourself couldn’t hold back for much longer. Not that you didn’t have self-control but seeing him being so turned on by the movie, made you feel even more desperate.

Onscreen, the scene had totally changed a couple of times but you didn’t even notice one bit of it.

“Vinny?” You said, your voice sounding raspy. He made a quiet noise in response, almost sounding like a whimper. Fuck.

“You… I… I'm mean y-… You can…” You sighed before starting the sentence over. “You can touch yourself if you want.”

He swallowed and glanced over at you, looking at you for the first time since your whole dilemma had started. His beautiful eyes were dark and mirrored some kind of hunger, his cheeks flushed and you couldn’t deny how gorgeous he looked. “I-… I mean, you can too.”

“Yeah,” you gasped in response. “Yeah, it’s not weird.” 

With that the dam was broken. Any clear thought in your head that would have held you back even in the slightest, was washed over by how ridiculously turned on you were.

You took a deep breath before you fingers slipped past the waistband of your shorts. You were soaking wet at this point. For a short second you coated your fingers with your arousal before placing them on your clit. There was no going back. You began to circle your clit, chasing your high as you closed your eyes.

“Shit.” You slightly moaned and threw your head back on the backrest. Even though your common sense tried to ignore the presence of your best friend next to you, you couldn’t help but focus entirely on the fact he was there. You slightly looked at him again.

You were hearing him. Soft noises slipped past his lips, his hand slightly rubbing along his clothed erection.

“You don’t have to be shy, Vinny.” You breathed out, “I won’t mind.”

“Really?” He asked. You nodded quickly and he let out a relieved sigh. He leaned forward for a second and slipped out of his shirt, earning himself a surprised look of you.

“I don’t wanna wash it, I have just put it on before coming over.” He explained and you nodded with a sheepish smile, realizing what he implied. You tried to hide how you swallowed hard. You knew you shouldn’t have watched him. It was crossing the lines of what friends should and should not do, but you couldn’t help but realize how fucking good he looked.

He basically shoved his hand into his briefs to get some relief.

Onscreen, the girl gripped the sheets of the bed to hold herself together, while you realized your hand at grabbed the small blanket laying next to you, doing the exact same thing.

Your mind was racing. You didn’t know if you should blend Vinny out completely or let your thoughts win. It was like you needed him to be there and at the same time wondered if this would change anything. You knew this was wrong deep down, you knew this was crossing a line but then he made this noise. This sweet and soft moan that escaped his lips made your head go blank.

You peaked over at him and noticed his gaze was on you. On your hand that was between your lips. You were on fire, your chest heaving.

You knew both of you should have looked away, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to watch Vinny. You lifted your fingers to your lips for a second and licked them, causing him to let out a loader moan. You couldn’t do this anymore.

When you moved them between your thighs again and pushed them inside of you, you felt like Vinny was about to crumble into a million little pieces. The pace of his hand became faster and you couldn’t help but look at his member for a second. God, he was big.

As you curled your fingers to find the delicate spots inside of you, you feared this moment would be over any second. You wanted to stay like this for eternity. Watching Vinny get off to the scene of you doing the same. You loved how he looked.

“Don’t stop, Y/n.” He moaned out when he saw you slowing down for a second and that alone almost drove you over the edge. You didn’t know if it was your horniness but you wanted nothing but to kiss him. It felt like his whines and whimpers turned you into some sort of monster that craved him but right now you weren’t even clear enough to filter out your own thoughts.

The sight of Vinny with his member in his hand felt like an intense experience. The sort of experience that made you want to change your thoughts on life completely

“You’re so fucking pretty, Vin.” You moaned out, not holding back in the slightest. “I wish I could feel you.”

If it was even possible, his cheeks turned even more red. You felt your whole skin prickling. The movie in the background long forgotten. You were staring into each other’s souls at this point. If he hadn’t known everything about you at this point, now he definitely did. And so did you.

It felt like a long-awaited event when you finally reached your high. All the tension leaving your body in such immense waves you feared you would collapse. You moaned his name loudly as your head fell back in the backrest.

Then the moans fell from his lips. It almost felt like you would cum again when you saw him cum on his chest for a second, but you pressed your eyes closed for second to calm your thoughts.

You didn’t open them for a couple of minutes until the volume of the movie in front of you was turned down a little. You peaked through your eyelashes, seeing Vinny had cleaned himself and put his shirt on again.

You slowly leaned forward and stroked over your clothes, trying to smooth them out, in an attempt to drown out your incoming thoughts. You were hyper-aware of Vinny’s gaze.

“Everything alright?” You mumbled, trying to ease the tension between you.

“Yeah…” He mumbled and ran a hand through his hair. “Good movie… I guess.”

You didn’t really exchange any words, before Vinny sighed and mumbled. “I need to go home. Ricky asked if we would hangout on Discord after I get home from yours and I don’t want to leave him hanging for too long.”

You nodded, trying to gift him a small smile but all of the sudden you couldn’t look at him anymore. Not that you felt guilty or something, you just feared that those feelings would bubble up again.

“If you want I can call you afterwards and we can watch some dinosaur documentaries together.” Vinny then suggested and you laughed for a second.

“Yeah… okay.” You mumbled and put a strand of her behind your ear.

After that he quickly got up and left, leaving you with your thoughts.

After you cleaned up your living room and showered you quickly got ready for bed and awaited Vinny’s call when you realized he had texted you the second he had left.

Vin: god this was so hot

He was going to be your death.

DIVIDERS BY @saradika-graphics

[nerdraging4point0]

The Scorpion and the Scales

Completed Masterpost

Synopsis: Eve is a metalhead attending her two favorite concerts. Selfies and a quick moment with Noah has Eve smitten with the singer. The night heats up when Chris of Motionless in White brings her to his hotel for a hot one-night stand. Despite what she thought would be a one-night stand, the interaction turns into a long-distance flirtationship. By chance, Noah DM's Eve and she is soon caught between a triangle of two rival singers.

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, MM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers, unexpected pregnancy.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst, bi-curious, bisexual awakening.

BTS: I was dormant writer for a hot minute. Then I stumbled upon @the-way-of-words polyverse story and suddenly brainrot erupted into a series that I thought would be subpar. Turns out it lead me to nine of the most beautiful human beings that I have the pleasure of calling my friends. Although I removed the story for a good bit, I brought it back due to so many fans requests. It has been edited as the first drafts were an old me and I missed a lot to the growth of it.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15 // Chapter 16 // Chapter 17 // Chapter 18 // Chapter 19 // Chapter 20 //

Fanclub: @tearfallpixie @ladyveronikawrites @synthetic-wasp-570 @yournecessaryevil @dominuslunae @awkwardalex @rumoured-whispers

[foliosriot]

LINGER ♱ CHAPTER ONE

vinny mauro x ofc (micah)

SUMMARY!!

micah is the lead vocalist of metalcore band, bonesmith. being a leading woman in the metal scene is not an easy job, but she has committed herself to making a positive change in the scene and proving to everyone how she and other women belong in metal. even if she comes off as a bit of a bitch. but her world is turned upside down when the drummer of her favorite band comes into her life.

WARNINGS!!

one joke about s*cking d*ck lol

TAGS!!

@concretenoah @circle-with-me @malice-ov-mercy @somewhere-diamond @iknownothingpeople @cncohshit (if you wanna be tagged in future parts, just let me know!!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE!!

bonesmith is kinda the equivalent to poppy, so poppy doesn’t exist in this universe. i love and respect her so fucking much and i would not intentionally disrespect her in any way shape or form. i’m not claiming her music as mine or anything of the sort. it is simply for this fic i promise. ok thank you <3

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Micah loathes interviews. They always ask the same questions, anyways.

What’s your inspiration behind your upcoming album?

Why do you care so much about keeping the metal scene safe?

Why are you such a bitch?

Well, they don’t ask that last one, but it is always implied, at least. And this interview is no different.

“What was the reason behind Bonesmith’s birth?” the interviewer asks. “Because I know you’ve stated in the past that you’ve always wanted to see a positive change in the metal scene and that Bonesmith was a way for you to kinda take that leap, so to speak. Is the band a stepping stone for that, or is it just an outlet for that change?”

Jesus Christ, here we go.

“Kaden and I started Bonesmith because we wanted to make music,” Micah begins, “y’know, it wasn’t like I was using it as anything but a creative outlet. Because this band is the only way I can be 100% vulnerable and honest. And I think that’s really important, like, having that connection with your fans and having a platform to talk about big issues on. I use that platform our fans have given us to talk about the bullshit in this music scene that needs to change for the better. And I’m not afraid to push that conversation, by any means necessary.”

“So are you not afraid to be perceived the wrong way by others, then?”

“Perceive me however you want, because I know who I am and what I represent.”

“And what is that, exactly?”

“A woman who is confident in herself.”

The rest of the interview flies by. Micah lets out a sigh of relief once she’s thanked the interviewer and left the small tent. Bonesmith is playing a festival and Micah has been doing interviews whenever the band isn’t performing. She wishes the guys could take her place for a while as she heads back to their trailer.

As she passes by the main stage, her fingers fiddling with the all-access page dangling from her neck, the song being played makes her pause. She steps away from the main thoroughfare and moves closer to the rail separating the foot traffic from the crowd before her.

Motionless In White is performing right now. Micah has never seen them live, and watching as they play Slaughterhouse is truly the highlight of her day so far. A small smile stretches her dark red painted lips as she continues watching.

She has always loved Motionless In White. They have been one of her favorite bands ever since she first discovered metal music. She’s met Chris a couple times and can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is one of the kindest souls she has ever had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with.

As for the rest of the band, Micah has never really met or talked to them. God, she would love to, but the times she’s stopped and talked with Chris was in between sets at different festivals. They’ve never hung out or anything. Schedule conflicts, she supposes.

To her absolute delight, Bryan Garris makes an appearance for the song. Micah and Bryan are good friends and have been for a long time. She can remember every single time she moshed in a Knocked Loose pit or got a bloody nose from getting hit in the face during one of their circle pits. Well, almost every time. There is that handful of concussions she chooses not to acknowledge.

Micah happily stays to watch the rest of the song. At the breakdown, where it’s just Bryan screaming, her gaze is suddenly stolen by the drummer. He’s yelling along to the lyrics as he waits atop his drum set. The way he head-bangs during the line “You won’t survive in the slaughterhouse, die”, gearing up to start drumming again, is distracting, to say the least. And he is just that — distracting.

That’s Vinny, she reminds herself.

She smiles to herself, clapping softly, once the song is over. She knows she has to get back to the trailer. Bonesmith’s call time is in a half hour.

But even as Chris is thanking Bryan for joining them on stage, Micah can’t look away. Her eyes are glued to Vinny, and it’s an apparent struggle to finally tear her gaze away from the drummer. She manages, but not without slight annoyance as she hurries away.

As she heads back to Bonesmith’s designated trailer, Micah makes a quick tweet before leaving that performance behind.

＠micahsbones: just watched motionless in white perform live for the first time. they are that band. always. you guys fucking rock.

＠micahsbones: vinny is an insane drummer, definitely one of my faves to watch live. you fucking killed it during slaughterhouse.

She shoves her phone away as she approaches the trailer.

Kaden and Weasley are lounging around, and Scott is nowhere to be seen. Micah’s eyebrows furrow at his absence.

“Where’s Scott?” she asks.

“Doing his pre-show bass check-up,” Kaden says from where he’s sitting. One side of his mouth is tilted upwards, his lip ring going with it.

Of course. Scott and his obsession with checking his bass before each show is a ritual in and of itself, so Micah can’t exactly fault him for being absent at this very moment.

Kaden meets Micah’s eyes. “Why’d it take you so long to get back?” he questions her. That stupid lip ring is still angled to the ceiling. “Interview booth was only a couple minutes away.”

Micah sends her brother a glare.

“I was sucking off Isaac Hale behind the panini wagon,” Micah snaps at him. “Turns out he loves a good steak panini after getting his dick deep-throated by one of his best friends. Go figure,” she adds with a shrug.

Kaden rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh before switching his attention to his phone. Micah bristles at the action.

Ask unnecessary questions, get unnecessary answers.

A little while later, after Micah has downed an entire plastic water bottle and scrolled through her phone, the band is ushered out of their trailer. Bonesmith is going on soon and needs to be ready to perform. Scott has rejoined them by the time they make it to side stage.

Backstage, all four band members are hooked up to their mics and in-ears. Micah quietly goes through a few vocal warmups, simultaneously slowly pacing back and forth. Then someone is saying they’re on and the band huddles to do their pre-show ritual.

“Kaden, name one thing you’re grateful for today,” Micah says as they all put their hands together in a circle. Her phone buzzes from inside her pocket but she ignores it.

“Liquid Death iced tea,” he answers with a smile. “Wes, name one thing you’re grateful for today.”

“Watching Evanescence’s entire set,” Weasley says. He looks to Scott. “Scott, name one thing you’re grateful for today.”

“My new in-ears,” Scott proudly states. “Micah, name one thing you’re grateful for today.”

“Motionless In White performing Slaughterhouse,” she says. “Alright, on three. One—“

“Two—“

“Three—“

“Let’s rattle some bones!”

And with that, they all head for the stage.

The crowd screams when the four of them come in to view. Micah stands at the front of the stage, both of her hands grasping the microphone in front of her. Her heart is pounding out of her chest but she swallows down the nervousness rising from her stomach. She will never get used to this.

This crowd is bigger than she had anticipated, especially considering this is one of the side stages. But that doesn’t bother her as she hears the opening to new way out.

Anxiety eats away at Micah’s insides as she begins singing. The way the crowd screams the lyrics back at her eases those feelings, but not completely. That anxiety and those nerves will never vanish fully no matter how hard she may try.

Once their first song was complete, Micah stands at the front of the stage. She looks over the crowd with a fondness settling in her chest.

“Hi guys,” she says into the microphone. She catches her breath as the crowd yell and scream in response. “How are we feeling?”

The crowd goes crazy. Micah smiles back at them.

“Good. Good.” She bites her painted lip. “You ready to keep going?”

People scream to tell Micah they’re ready for another song. Her smile widens as she presents what the band is playing next.

After playing have you had enough? and Concrete, Micah once again stands at the front of the stage catching her breath. She loves to jump around and just perform while on stage. It helps to relieve anxiety and any remaining nervousness that may be occupying her organs.

She stands there for a bit, just observing the crowd. There are too many people to keep track of any bananas or look out for any faces in particular. She then brings the microphone back up to her mouth.

“Can you guys get a circle pit for me going please?” Micah asks in a sickly sweet tone. “Pretty please?”

People immediately begin moving and fulfilling Micah’s request. From her left, Kaden plays lowly on his guitar. His playing sparks excitement amongst the crowd and the circle pit spins faster. With that same tooth-rotting tone, Micah speaks once more.

“I want a bigger pit,” she tells the crowd. “A bigger, rowdier circle pit. Slipknot-level, please.”

Once the pit is large enough to Micah’s satisfaction, she addresses the crowd one more time, saying, “Are you guys ready? I don’t think you’re ready.”

Kaden reverberates a note on his guitar, letting the sound vibrate and sing through the speakers as Micah screams into her microphone: “Coward!”

The play through the center’s falling out, Anything Like Me, and a few more songs before their set is over. All four members of Bonesmith stand and take bow together. Picks and drumsticks are thrown into the crowd before the band exits the stage.

Mics are taken by stagehands and in-ears are taken out. Micah can feel sweat coating every inch of her body beneath her clothes, and the desire to shower is so heavy as she and her bandmates make their ways to their trailer.

The guys are talking about their performance when there is a buzz from Micah’s pocket. Her phone.

She retrieves the device and shock floods her system at the notifications waiting for her on her lock screen. Her heart stutters inside her chest.

＠chenzomauro: ＠micahsbones i am but a humble drummer 😌 thank you for the ego boost though

＠chenzomauro: ＠bonesmithband are insane performers, especially ＠micahsbones. if you haven’t seen them yet you need to 🤷‍♂️

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

♱ foliosriot 2025

[cybersugru]

❝ rock me ; ricky olson — part two

𖥻 pairing: ricky olson x fan!female reader

𖥻 contains: summer love, angst, +18 contents, second chance romance

𖥻 warnings: inspired by one direction's "rock me". swearing, alcohol consumption, legal age gap, cheating (not ricky nor reader!!) / english is not my first language. not proof-read!

word count — 5.8k

synopsis — ricky had made a terrible mistake in the past that destroyed the birth of something incredible. now, five years later, older and wiser, all he could think of was how to win your heart back, how to make you, the person that showed him the purest form of admiration and care, love him again.

🎀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⭒ part one... summer of '19 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⭒ part two... under the moonlight

FIVE years had passed since that night.

it tore you apart from the inside out, destroyed your self-esteem and collapsed the structures of everything you knew and believed in. five years prior, you had trusted someone with the most precious parts of yourself — physically and emotionally — only for that trust to be shredded to pieces by the hands that were supposed to make you feel safe. for the past few years, you were forced to learn how to, despise living in your skin, trust people again and how to live without one of the things that gave you comfort when you needed it the most.

the worst part of it all was having to keep the sorrow a secret shared only with your best friend because either nobody would believe you or they would laugh at your naivety.

still, your resilience was more powerful than your heartbreak and you grew into a stronger version of yourself after you found it in you to heal the hurt. you finished your degree, found a nice hybrid job and managed to save up to rent an apartment. after being broken, you gained control of your life in the best way possible.

in the meantime, your girlfriend continued her relationship with vincenzo, and it warmed your cold heart to see how at least something good came out of that night in london all those years ago. vin seemed a good guy, he treated her not only the way you knew she deserved to be treated but better; and so, it came to nobody’s surprise — fans included — when she and vinny decided to share the big news: they were getting married the following summer. if you thought that night when you two met the band was the happiest you had ever seen her, it was only because you didn’t know just how much more joyful she would get once the wedding planning started.

two weeks prior to the big day, you flew to pennsylvania to stay with her since the groom-to-be was finishing up a tour with motionless. dress shopping for you, cake tasting, final decoration touches… everything that had to be done to guarantee the perfect day for her, you were more than happy to do it for your friend who helped you during the darkest periods of your life ever since you could remember.

things were going smoothly until one night, two days before, right after she finished a call with vinny who was coming home from california, when your girlfriend sat you down to have a talk she knew she had been trying to postpone for as long as she could.

“listen… i know you’ll be mad at me, at vin, but i wanted to ask you something,” she began, holding your hand between hers. you tried to reassure her that you couldn’t possibly be mad at her. the words leaving your lips fell on deaf ears, though, for she knew you like the palm of her hand. “vin’s best friend is the only groomsman that doesn’t have a date among the bridesmaids. you know where this is going, right?”

you did. you knew who his best friend was. and it made you freeze and the reassuring smile on your face die within seconds.

“no— tell me you’re not asking me what i think you are. you know i can’t do that.”

“i know! that’s what i told vin but he’s really adamant that he wants ricky there and i’ve—”

“can’t i go with somebody else? like chris or one of vinny’s cousins?”

she sighed and took her hands away from yours to brush through her hair, as she contemplated what she should do in that situation. “i’ll talk to chris and vin. i think chris’s girlfriend won’t be able to attend so maybe i could just ask one of the girls from college to go with ricky. i’m sorry, okay? please don’t be mad at me, i need you there.”

⭒

your dress was mulberry, following your friend’s request and the colour scheme for the ceremony, but your thoughts were grey. ever since she asked you to be richard’s date, it seemed like your mind had finally come to its senses and understood that he would be there; he was vinny’s best friend, it was obvious that he would and yet, in your deepest core, you refused to believe it until there was no way to ignore the fact any longer.

as the big hour approached, you felt your heart aching more and more. the thought of seeing him again in person — and actually having to interact with him so nobody would suspect a thing — after such a long time left a crawling sensation on your skin, an army of the tiniest needles poking you from the inside out with anxiety.

at first, when the bride was getting ready, you stood in the room with her mum and cousin getting ready as the photographer took a few pictures of the lot of you at that moment, but before she was fully ready, only her mum was allowed to stay for she wanted to surprise everyone with her dress and final look. with that, you found yourself walking around the beautiful garden, near the lake, for a little while to kill some time until you were to return to the main house to prepare for the start of the ceremony.

“you’ve changed. i feel old,” a voice behind you said, pulling you from your distracted thoughts. “you’re looking great, kid.”

the man standing a few steps from you was wearing an all-black suit, except for the tie that matched the colour of your dress. chris’s hair was longer than it was the last time you saw him, other than that, it seemed to you he hadn’t aged a single day: still the same loving-eyed and charming man he had always been.

you smiled at him before taking a few steps to find yourself in a hug the singer offered silently.

“still got a thing for the dramatic, i see,” you joked after letting go of the hug, “that’s a new hairstyle, though. i like it.”

chris smiled at you, thanking you for the compliment; he then explained he felt the need to do something different and that he missed having longer hair like he did during the first years of motionless in white.

the two of you shared a conversation while walking for about thirty-something minutes, catching up on everything you had been doing for the past few years. chris paid attention to every word you said, much like the younger version of yourself would barely even blink when you watched his interviews — with that memory, that feeling of anger towards the guitarist for taking away the possibility of enjoying the band’s content like before rose for a brief moment in you; despite the fact that you didn’t talk much to each other, on a deeper level, during those few weeks you and the bride-to-be joined them on tour, the tall man next to you didn’t miss a chance to vocalise that he was proud of the things you achieved. a part of you, the fan part that never really died, felt like the world stopped for a second once you heard those words coming from his mouth. chris was one of the people you admired the most in this world and to hear him say he was proud of you and interested to hear about the things you did was overwhelming in the good sense of the word. no amount of academic validation was as gratifying as that moment.

“you’re a smart girl. just… just be yourself and have confidence in the things you do and you’ll be fine. for the longest time, i did not know how to fucking function by myself so you’re already better than i was at your age.” he finished off his advice on adulthood with a chuckle and a comforting smile before stopping in his tracks and putting his hands in his trousers pockets, “i’m sure things will work out for you.”

as you two fell into a comfortable silence, sitting next to each other on one of the white metal benches across the garden a few metres away from the altar and all the meticulously placed chairs, the nervousness in you evaded. in your bones, you knew all you needed was some kind of confirmation from someone who maybe didn’t know the story all too well that everything would be fine, even if chris were talking about another aspect of your life, his soothing words calmed your anxious heart nonetheless.

you were strong, years had passed… you had no reason to be scared.

⭒

ricky tried to convince himself from the moment you left that it didn’t matter, that he didn’t care what happened from that point forward. he finally got back what he wanted, so why would he care about anything else?

the guitarist kept on convincing himself that the lingering memory of the sound of your laughter or the way your eyes shined while you listened to him ramble about the technical specifications of guitars and music were nothing. for as long as he had her attention again, rick put in the effort to shut the world down: he would play at every concert but left as soon as it was over, he barely talked to the band about life-related topics and even his youtube vlogs disappeared when she returned. when she was in his life, it seemed like absolutely nothing was more important than her. even if in the beginning it was healthy, after almost ten years of the intricate cobweb that was their relationship, it was clear to everyone around him that while rick was on the brick of blind worship, she viewed him as a toy to play when she felt like doing so.

still, every time olson saw vinny talking to his girlfriend — who later became his fianceé —, he would be dragged back to the night in london and the flashbacks would invade his thoughts. how light his heart was, how warm his skin felt, how empty of worry his mind became when you were around. a part of him looked back at that night and the weeks that followed with the care that it didn’t when it came to his relationship. it was good then: when he was young and hormones were corroding his consciousness like acid; it was good when she actually cared for him, when she at least tried to be as present as he was. it was never as good or as easy as it was with you.

memories were a dangerous drug ricky was balancing on his fingertips.

a specific day was the cherry on top of a collection of unfortunate events that were taking place ever since she called him in milan. everything unrolled so smoothly and slowly that he barely noticed. first, it was the detachment — she started to not pick up when he called, didn’t seem interested in attending his concerts like she did in the past, they barely talked… then it was the sudden phone calls and smiles at her phone until it escalated to a new set of earrings ricky had never seen before.

that afternoon was their anniversary and rick had planned a fancy dinner for them at a high-end restaurant.

the flowers he was carrying, her favourites, were left on the passenger seat of his car for his hands were occupied typing her phone number while the musician tried to understand why she wasn’t leaving her place to meet him as they had agreed days before if the lights were on. however, in a matter of minutes, the sight of someone’s back on her bedroom window ceased the necessity for said phone call — even more so when a second figure appeared wrapping their arms around the first person’s neck. her figure. wrapping her arms around the mystery man and scratching her nails on his neck very much so like she did with rick.

it was at that moment, seeing the girl he had been so obsessed with for the past ten years be with someone else on the night of their anniversary that ricky reached his final limit.

i really hope she breaks you like you're breaking me. your words came flooding back to his mind immediately.

anger, sadness, jealousy, disbelief… a mixture of feelings — none of which were good — began to take over every last one of his thoughts until ricky became nothing but the shallow of a man. a man whose crime was to love too much the wrong person.

that night, she never called or texted asking where he was and that served as the proof he needed to continue on the path to not be deceived again into falling back into her arms like a fool. as for him, olson stayed in for days until vin showed up at his door to check on his friend, only to find ricky haggard and hiding.

it took him months to finally get back on his feet and return to his normal senses, to go back to being the ricky olson everyone knew: talented, caring, hardworking, jokester. the same ricky olson you once believed you were falling for. just as you were putting the pieces of the pillars that made you the person you were, he did the very same a year later. rick wrote songs and short stories about what he was feeling, talked to a therapist and tried to return to a few old hobbies of his without knowing that that was a process much too similar to the one you had to go through because of him… well, more like he knew and the guilt was eating him alive.

all the anger and betrayal eventually abandoned him, but the corrodent sensation caused by the memory of your gaze from that night was still a torturing companion. with time, his dreams would revolve around you and how lighthearted you made him feel during that month; his thoughts, around your eyes and the smell of your perfume that he never seemed to forget no matter how hard he tried. rick knew he had no right to want you again, to think about you again. deep down, in his deepest core, he knew he had failed you and that he would never be deserving of your forgiveness in this lifetime.

still, he was a selfish man when it came to you. he would find himself time and time again scrolling through your instagram account to see how life was treating you — a lot better than he did, he noted — or asking vin about you.

⭒

it was the night before his best friend’s wedding when he relived the night in london in his dreams. it wasn’t the first time such experience had taken place, it was, however, the first time his mind focused on nothing but your words, which pained him deeper than anything else for it reminded him just how full of life and hopeful you were around him only for his ego to ruin everything. rick remembered the stories about your family, about your dreams, your aspirations… he remembered it all like it was tattooed in his brain.

that following morning, he woke up much too early due to his ghosts haunting him. you were going to be there and for the first time in five years, he would get to see you in person.

sitting on the couch of his living room, with a cup of tea in his hands, the guitarist didn’t even notice when tears started rolling down his face, only doing so when his vision got too blurry to be able to see anything outside the window. richard also didn’t truly know why he was crying but perhaps it was due to the fact that there was nothing in his mind except for the flashbacks of you and him together before he fucked it all up for someone who never even liked him, much less loved him in the way you were so willing to had he given you the chance to show it. your heart was perfectly immaculate before he came in your life barging through the door.

the most selfish part of him then began to pray to whichever god there was out there so nobody would accompany you to the wedding. against all odds, ricky still had a thread of hope in him that maybe you would look at him with the same sparkle from five years prior.

olson got up, took a shower, put on his suit and fixed his hair, all while avoiding the image in the mirror.

the drive to the lake house where the wedding would take place was a silent one. the last couple of years it had been difficult for him not to listen to a song you hadn’t told him you enjoyed for you, much like him, were passionate about music and spent hours upon hours listening to many different artists and genres. you had made permanent changes in that aspect of his life as well.

why was it taking him so long to get over a fling that lasted only a month? has guilt destroyed him that deeply? no, no, it couldn’t be guilt alone. ricky’s heart would race every time he saw or heard something that reminded him of you, he spent hours fantasising about a scenario where he could be in your arms again… he never felt like that for anybody before and maybe that was what was making him feel so many things at the same time.

once he parked his car and went to find vinny in the main house, ricky could swear his legs weren’t functioning the way they were supposed to. with every passing second, the thought of running into you was sending shivers down his spine that he tried to ignore to the best of his abilities.

when he did, richard felt the world stopping for a moment.

the ceremony was about to start, the wedding party had gotten together at the lower level of the main house, the sun was preparing itself to rest for the day and there was a breeze coming from the woods towards the lake that slightly helped vinny to calm down.

ricky was next to his best friend, waiting for one of the bride’s friends to take his side, when he saw you in a mulberry dress a few steps ahead of him. your hair was slightly shorter than the last time he laid eyes on you, and he was sure that the colour had changed as well. you looked even more perfect than the image he had in his mind — as if his neurons could ever do your beauty any justice —, even though it wasn’t even your wedding, for a second richard could easily picture you as a bride. with your hair meticulously tied in a simple yet beautiful hairstyle and a smile as you agreed with something chris had said, you looked like some kind of angel.

an angel he couldn’t have because his pride and ego were too big, making him fly too close to the sun.

still, despite the hole forming in his chest, ricky tried his best to not let it show, to put on a mask and perform his best behaviour, after all, his best friend was getting married and vinny shouldn’t have to pay for his sins. ricky smiled and focused on the walk towards the altar.

the ceremony was as magical as it could’ve been. your girlfriend walked down the aisle right as the sun was setting, making everything its rays touched a mixed shade of orange and pink. vinny cried once he saw her and ricky had to pull him up to make sure the groom would be in one piece once the officiant started to conduct the sermon and vows, which, once they started, it was inevitable for the guitarist to look your way as the poetic words the bride and groom exchanged filled the environment.

his soul hoped and longed for the day he would be the one saying words like that looking into your eyes before you became his wife.

rice was thrown at the newlyweds as they walked down the aisle towards the crystal-palace-greenhouse-like building a few metres away where the party would take place. you were being hugged by your best friend once everybody got there and happy tears streamed down her face as she thanked you for the lunatic idea of going to london on your birthday, otherwise she would’ve never met vinny, who, from behind her, agreed.

it wasn’t until after the cake was cut and the first dance had taken place, that you allowed yourself to relax on the table with her family as the toasts began. you were sitting next to her mum, with a glass of champagne in your hand, after you were one of the first people to give a speech and now one of vin’s cousins had just finished his speech when he took the spotlight and began to talk.

he tapped the mic on the stand. “it’s on, right?”

his hair was much shorter, it was obvious he had quit smoking for good and his eyes were deep, like he hadn’t had a good night of sleep. the deep red of his tie somehow made the grey in his eyes pop. ricky had a small smile on his lips, more like his characteristic smirk, that almost immediately died when his gaze fell on you; that was when air stopped coming to him naturally and when the world began to spin in the other direction. when he saw you looking at him, with such an indecipherable expression, his throat dried completely and for a few seconds, rick even forgot what he was supposed to be doing up there.

“i- hm… i met vin when he joined our band and for those of you who have never seen pictures of us from back then, believe it or not, vin looked even more like a baby.” he forced himself to chuckle at his joke and look at his friend, raising his glass. “thank you for being such a good friend to me and to everyone around you these last few years, you deserve this, you deserve to be happy and to accomplish the good things in life. i hope you take care of you beautiful bride and god help her to have the strength needed to deal with you, vinny. i would like to propose a toast to the happy couple, to the many bright years ahead of them but most importantly,” he stopped his speech and focused his eyes on you once again, which made you shiver and boil in anger, “to the important people in your lives… to not forgetting who we are, not forgetting how to respect and care for those around us and to admitting when we are wrong. life is too short, let’s share it with those who love us like we deserve to be loved.”

people around you cheered and clapped before taking sips of their drinks, but you kept staring bluntly ahead in rick’s direction, trying to process everything he said and what that meant.

years had passed, your heart was shattered by his hand, and yet, you found yourself out of breath while looking at him. the beats of that same heart that had been broken, and fixed when it was supposed to still be intact, were making you feel both confused and angry, at yourself and at him, at your weak mind and his audacity to say those things knowing what he had done in the past. what was rick hoping for? for you to let him into your life again? for you to take him in your arms like you had no self-respect after everything that happened?

you chose the safest option and looked away, avoiding him and his gaze at all costs until the end of the night.

however, destiny had other plans when it started to play ‘iris’ by the goo goo dolls and you had to pretend like the notes of that song didn’t take you back to a night when ricky tried to teach you how to play its chorus. still, the memories of his touch along with his patience when teaching you something he was so passionate about sparkled something in your heart that made you wish you were alone in a room where nobody could see how your hands trembled just thinking of the possibility of feeling the heat of his skin against yours again.

you sat alone at one of the bride’s family’s tables, where previously her mum and dad and a few of her cousins were before they decided to go for a walk or things of the sort, drifting in the mess that your thoughts had become when his voice surfaced behind you.

“would you like to dance, star?”

ricky had a hand out to you. the smirk was nowhere to be found on his lips and his eyes held a different kind of spark that you had never seen before. to you, it may seem fake — after all, you had to protect your heart, since he didn’t do it — but he knew it was a mixture of desperation and sincerity. rick had missed you and it wasn’t until he saw you in person that his soul began to understand just how deeply.

still uncertain, you raised your eyes to his to study him, trying to decide if you should give in to the most desperate part of your heart or preserve it.

after a few moments of consideration, you took his hand and allowed ricky to guide you to the dance floor.

the warmth coming from the palm of his hand against the small of your back the dress left exposed caused your breathing to fail a few times as goosebumps travelled all over your body. it was, at the same time, a familiar and new set of sensations filling your nerves; to be accompanied by him after such a long time, considering how things ended, was pushing you closer to the edge with every passing second even though you tried to hold on to whatever little control you felt you had over this situation as if your life depended on it — because it did — and by the time ricky stopped walking to take your hand in his and your waist beneath the other hand, everything that wasn’t the set of grey eyes before you froze.

maybe it could be seen as a relapse, but it didn’t take any words on his end for your mind to take you back to the good memories of you two together once your bodies began to softly move in the slow rhythm of the song. it would be hypocritical of you not to admit how alive you felt when you were with rick, sharing life with him and seeing it through his lenses. a reckless part of you still hoped to feel like that again, even if it was for just a single night.

on the other end of this silent duel that took place between the two of you, ricky was barely breathing normally. standing that close to you was making deeply buried feelings resurface in ways he wasn’t prepared for, at any point now, he felt like he was about to fall to your feet and beg you for another chance. your eyes, wild and curious like always, stared back at him in an unreadable manner while your perfume lured him in just like it did the night you two met for the first time. for him, there was no point in hiding behind a mask — he was older, wiser and certain of what he wanted, playing games was a thing for younger boys and rick had no time to waste with such nonsense.

“i am sorry, star. for everything i caused you,” he said, staring at every little detail of your face, studying it in case that was the last night he could see it that close.

“and what exactly would that be?” you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows. “are you talking about the part you used me for fun or about the part you played with my feelings just because you felt like you could?”

“both,” ricky sincerely answered, not once breaking eye contact to look somewhere else that maybe would make the conversation easier. “i was an asshole to you and i deserve every bit of rudeness or harsh words, i know.”

the guitarist cut his speech to spin you around for a moment, absorbing with bright eyes the way you seemed to be shining beneath the lights. it irritated him profoundly that it took him that long, and that many tears on both sides, for him to realise you were the one that made love songs make sense. the one he had unconsciously searched for the thirty-six years of his existence. the one that made his heart race for the right reasons and muted out the rest of the world.

“i should have been honest with you from the beginning so you could choose for yourself whether or not you wanted to be a part of the mess i am, but i didn’t and there is no amount of words that i could offer you right now that you make the pain any better.” once you faced him again, with a hand resting on his chest so you could keep your balance, rick’s eyebrows were furrowed too, only his were not out of a staged anger or faked confusion, it was a begging expression. “give me a chance to make it better. i’d give up everything if you asked me to just so that i could love you right. you deserve so much better than before.”

no words were coming out of your mouth at that moment. if your head tried to rationalise everything ricky said, your heart began to race against your rib cage so intensely it could burst a hole in your chest and escape. you wanted to scream at him, to cry, hit him so rick could understand the damage he had caused in the past, but at the same time, you wanted to melt in his arms once again; it was the way he was looking at you, with a gaze he had never before, that made you feel that confused. you couldn’t give in so easily — your heart was scared, after all — and yet you perhaps would never forgive yourself if you didn't at least tried one more time. the infinite possibilities and thoughts were making you feel dizzy.

the idea of being led on just to then be left alone with the smithereens of your soul once again was paralyzing. to be mad at another person for the way they wronged you was one thing, but being hurt again because you gave someone the keys to your heart was humiliating — a heartbreak was manageable, a destroyed ego, however, was not.

“i love you, star.” rick then gently placed both hands on each side of your face, his thumb dried a tear you hadn’t even noticed rolling down your cheek. “because of you, i know what actual love is supposed to look and feel like. and i also know i’m not worthy, but please… i’ll be worthy.”

out of instinct, you closed your eyes, giving in to your other senses. you could smell his cologne and— no, it wasn’t only his cologne: ricky was still using the same after-shave lotion you had gotten him for his birthday that you spent together with the band in europe; after five years, he kept on using the same brand and scent you had bought him. the music’s instrumental break was about to end when you opened your eyes again and that’s when you saw it, the truth in his grey irises. for a moment, you felt like you were before a totally different man, someone you’d meet and discover the things they enjoyed or not, but the reality was that the person you were seeing was the true ricky and not the persona he had put on for the world after his ex.

you didn’t know what to say, which meant you opted to remain silent for a tad bit longer to process everything that was going on.

trembling, you raised a hand to rest on his jaw only to then trace the line of his lower lip like you used to do when you were together; with that single action, the guitarist almost truly dropped to your feet, unconsciously letting you know without uttering a word that what he was saying was coming from the bottom of his heart. for ricky, it didn’t matter that your relationship, then, was nothing but a summer fling, but the fact that he still carried the marks of his time with you was the evidence he needed to know he wasn’t insane: that there was a deeper connection between the two of you.

“don’t break me this time, richard olson,” you said, biting your lower lip, still a little unsure if that was the best decision you could make.

letting out a deep sigh, that seemed to also relieve him from the weight on his shoulders, ricky chuckled and placed his forehead against yours. “you can kill me if i let you down again, star.”

lowering one of his hands to support your neck and jaw, the musician looked at your marvellous features once again before connecting the two of you in a kiss. it was calm yet full of passion; it carried years and years of longing and hundreds of different conflicting feelings that tortured the two of you as destiny pleased. ricky’s lips around yours was an indescribable sensation: where others were too rough or too bland, he was perfect as if you were truly made for each other but took to long to be together. if your rational mind was filled with worries of the most various sorts, the moment he kissed you, it went blank with space for rick only. he knew you like the palm of his hand because you belonged with each other.

“you are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” ricky whispered between a short kiss and another, “you are my own particular heaven and i am the stupidest man on earth to let you go.”

“for the love of god, shut up, richard,” you chuckled and he returned by squeezing your waist to bring you even closer to him for a final kiss.

[runningincircl3s]

Sinematic

Vinny Mauro x Reader

Chapter 6

chapter warnings: none...?

okay i know i'm a day early with posting, but i won't be able to post tomorrow because i'm going to see tokio hotel with my best friend!! so i would've had to post it later or earlier lmao ALSO i didn't realise how short this chapter actually was until i came to edit it so sorry about that... i'll make up for it in the next one :)

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The morning of Vinny’s flight, you pulled up outside his house, sending him a text to let him know you were there. A moment later, he stepped outside, dragging his suitcase behind him, a backpack slung over one shoulder. His hair was tousled and still slightly damp, and he looked even more tired than usual. 

“Did you get much sleep last night?” You asked as he tossed his bag in the backseat.

“Guess.” He shot you a smirk before sliding into the passenger seat. “Between last minute packing and convincing myself I was forgetting something, I maybe got… two hours?”

Shaking your head, you pulled away from the curb. 

The drive to the airport was comfortable, the two of you never running out of things to talk about. You realised ten minutes into the drive that Rick could’ve taken Vin this morning, like he usually does, but instead he had asked you. You smiled to yourself, and before you knew it, you were almost there. 

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” He asked again as you pulled up at the departures terminal.

“For the hundredth time, Vinny, no! It’s no problem.” You rolled your eyes. “Any there any plants that need watering?”

“There’s not.”

“Shocking.” You deadpanned, making him chuckle.

You watched him hesitate for a second, drumming his fingers against his knee. 

“If it’s not too much to ask… maybe you could even stay over a couple nights? Just so it’s not sitting empty.”

You glanced at him, surprised, before nodding. 

“Yeah, of course.”

Vinny exhaled, nodding as he unbuckled his seatbelt. 

“Thanks. Really.” He smiled. 

“Not a problem!” 

For a moment, he just looked at you, his lips parting like he wanted to say more. But instead, he just smiled, reaching for the door handle. 

“I’ll see you next week.”

You watched him disappear into the airport, turning back to wave at you before you finally drove away, shaking off the weird feeling in your chest. Finally, the two of you were on good terms and now he’s gone. 

It was just for a week, though. No big deal.

Day One

You got to Vin’s house late that morning, using his spare key to unlock. You brought in the mail, setting the letters down in the kitchen before noticing how he had left everything. He did apologise and warn you that he was in such a rush yesterday that the house was left in a bit of a mess. His shoes kicked off by the door, a few dishes stacked by the sink, a hoodie draped over the couch. It just made the house feel even emptier. 

You wandered through the rooms, tossing his hoodie and a few shirts into his laundry basket, making a note to get that done later, washing up the dishes, fluffing the pillows on the couch. Anything to distract yourself from how weird this felt, being in his home without him. 

It was too quiet. 

So, you turned the TV on. After doing a few chores, you decided to sit around for a bit before heading back home, letting Vin know you had been over. 

Day Two

You pulled up to Vin’s house, letting out a heavy sigh. You felt like you could finally breathe. 

You have had a day from hell. 

You had a wedding morning to shoot for today, the bride was so sweet and patient, but her maid of honour was clearly a perfectionist, and no matter what you were doing, it seemed she knew best. 

When that was finally over, you stopped by Vin’s local coffee shop, deciding to get yourself a treat after your long day. You bought a muffin and an iced mocha, and as you got into the car, you must’ve misjudged how high up the driver's seat was. 

Because, before you knew it, you were covered in mocha. You gasped in shock, feeling it soak into your hoodie and jeans. The sticky, cold sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and for a second, you just sat there, staring down at the mess in stunned silence.

Then, with a frustrated sigh, you set the cup down and grabbed a handful of napkins from the glove compartment, attempting to blot the worst of it.

It was no use.

The damage was done.

Your hoodie was ruined, your jeans weren’t much better. 

“Fucking great,” you muttered under your breath.

Abandoning the clean up, you decided to just drive back to Vin’s and sort everything out there.

When you got there, you grabbed your things and made your way inside, kicking the door shut behind you.

You still couldn’t believe how weird it felt at Vin’s without him. The house was too silent, especially after the chaos from today. But you just took a deep breath, kicking your shoes off by the door and walking straight to the washing machine. 

You stripped off your hoodie and shirt, tossing them straight into the washer before shimmying out of your jeans. You debated just staying in your underwear while they washed, but the idea of sitting around that vulnerable in Vinny’s house felt weird.

Instead, you dug through the dryer, pulling out the first thing you could find, a pair of black shirts and a sweater. As you pulled it from the dryer, your mind instantly went back to the night you first met him, when he had handed you this same sweater to sleep in. 

“I’ve never heard of this band before.” You say as you look in the mirror at yourself wearing his dead grandma sweater. 

“Oh, uh,” his face flushed red, he was embarrassed to tell you the truth but he hoped you would forget by the time you were sober, “It’s actually not a band… it’s the name of my WoW guild.” 

You wondered if he remembered too. 

The shorts were loose, hanging low on your hips, as you pulled the sweater over your head. You chuckled to yourself as you looked down at what you were wearing, you almost looked like Vin.

That thought made you pause.

You exhaled slowly, running a hand through your hair. You were tired, it had been such a long day. 

Once the laundry was going, you made your way into the kitchen, grabbing the muffin you’d thankfully saved from the coffee catastrophe before sitting on the couch. 

The house was too quiet, it almost felt like you shouldn’t be here. It wasn’t like you expected Vinny to be here, he was literally on tour, but it still felt off.

Like you were waiting for him to burst in, complaining about the flight and throwing himself onto the couch.

You let out a slow breath, pulling your phone from your pocket.

Maybe you should call him.

Or maybe you should wait.

He was probably about to go on stage anyway.

You shook your head, putting your phone down and turning the TV on, Vin had said you were allowed to use his netflix, so you put on a show which you knew you wouldn’t even be watching, your eyes already feeling heavy. 

Maybe you should stay over tonight?

You had packed an overnight bag to keep in your car just in case. It wasn’t much, just some essentials: a toothbrush, toothpaste, a hairbrush, deodorant, pyjamas and clean underwear.

With a small sigh, you forced yourself up, heading back outside to grab your bag from the car. The evening air was cooler now, the sky shifting into dusky shades of purple and blue. You shivered slightly, before you stepped back inside.

Back in the living room, you grabbed the blanket from the end of the couch and settled in, throwing it over yourself. The warmth was comforting, and for a while, you just lay there, half-watching the screen, letting yourself sink into the cushions.

But after a few minutes, you started shifting uncomfortably.

The couch sucked. You wondered how you slept on it last time, it had barely been ten minutes and your back was already hurting, and no amount of repositioning seemed to help.

You huffed, rolling onto your side.

Vinny had told you he put clean sheets on his bed before he left...

And he did say you were welcome to sleep there if you ever stayed over...

You chewed your lip, debating for a moment before finally giving in.

Grabbing your bag, you switched off the TV and made your way upstairs, the stairs creaking beneath your feet. 

You quickly went into the bathroom, getting changed, washing your face, brushing your teeth, sniffing the candle in the window…

The second you stepped into Vinny’s room, you were hit with the faint, familiar scent of him and the smell of clean laundry. 

Your chest tightened slightly. You were missing him already. 

You hesitated in the doorway, staring at his bed before finally sighing and crossing the room.

Pulling back the covers, you slipped in, the sheets cool against your skin. The bed was so much more comfortable than the couch, and as soon as your head hit the pillow, you felt your body begin to relax.

For a while you just lied there, staring up at the ceiling. Despite how tired you felt, your mind just wouldn’t shut off. 

You sighed, turning onto your side, staring at the soft glow of your phone screen on the nightstand.

It was only 10pm.

Vinny was probably still awake.

Maybe you should text him. Just to check in, to let him know you’re staying. Just to-

Your phone suddenly buzzed, vibrating softly against the wooden surface.

You jumped slightly before quickly grabbing it, your heart skipping when you saw Vinny’s name flashing across the screen.

It was like he knew.

You hesitated for only a second before answering.

"Hello?"

"You sound tired." His voice was soft, a little raspy.

"You sound exhausted." You shot back, rolling onto your back again.

Vinny let out a quiet chuckle. 

"It’s almost 4am here. I am exhausted."

"Then why are you calling me?"

He paused.

"Couldn’t sleep." He sighed.

Your chest ached at the honesty in his voice.

"You should try," you murmured, tugging the blanket higher. "You’ve got another long day tomorrow."

"Yeah… I know, that's why I'm so glad we're in a hotel tonight." He sighed. "Where are you right now?"

You hesitated, glancing around the dimly lit room before quietly admitting, 

"Your bed."

Vinny was silent for a moment, and then you heard the smile in his voice when he said, 

"The mattress is good, huh?"

"Yeah it is." You chuckled.

Another pause. Then, his voice was a little softer. 

"So you’re staying tonight?"

"Yeah. Hope that’s okay."

"It’s more than okay." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

It made your chest feel warm and fuzzy.

“After the day I had, I just wanted to sleep once I got here.”

“You had a rough one?” Vinny asked, his voice soft but laced with concern.

You let out a long sigh, settling deeper into his bed. 

“Yeah. Had a wedding shoot this morning- the bride was sweet, but her maid of honour was a total nightmare, I was almost going to just hand her my camera and leave. She had opinions on everything I did.”

“Bet you loved that.” Vinny chuckled. 

“Oh, so much,” you said dryly. “Then, to top it off, I stopped for coffee afterwards, y'know, a little treat for surviving the day, and spilled most of it over myself before I even got out of the parking lot.”

“No way,” he laughed. “That’s brutal.”

“Yep. So I spent the first twenty minutes here throwing my clothes in your washer and stealing your clothes from the dryer.”

“You stole from me?” He gasped dramatically.

You rolled your eyes. 

“Well, you told me to make myself at home.”

“I did.” He admitted, a smile in his voice.

You turned onto your side, setting your phone on your pillow and facing where his voice was coming from, as if he were lying there beside you. Silence settled between you for a moment, but it felt comfortable.

Then, softly, Vinny asked

“Are you comfy in there?”

You hesitated before exhaling. 

“Yeah, I like it. I don’t know how I slept on the couch last time I was here, I was laying there for like five minutes and my back was already hurting.”

“Knew you wouldn’t last on there,” he teased. “My bed’s got like the perfect balance of firm and soft. I never want to leave.”

“It really does.” You let out a quiet laugh. 

Another pause. Then, a little more tentative, he asked,

“You gonna stay tomorrow night, too?”

Something in your chest fluttered. You hadn’t thought that far ahead yet, but you did like his bed. You didn't have anything to do tomorrow... and it wouldn’t hurt to stay two nights in a row, would it?

“…Maybe.”

You heard him chuckle softly, before he changed the conversation again. 

“So back to the coffee problem... Did you at least get another one after the tragedy in the parking lot?”

“No,” you yawned, “I gave up. Took it as a sign from the universe.”

“That’s so sad,” he murmured. “You deserved better.”

“I did, right?” You chuckled.

Vinny let out a soft laugh. 

“I know it wasn't my fault but how about I make it up to you when I get back? We’ll go to that coffee place you like.”

Your chest warmed at the thought.

Was this an excuse for a date?

“I'd like that.” You murmured, a smile creeping onto your lips. 

And then you yawned again. 

“You tired?”

“Hm… just a little.” You blinked sluggishly, stifling another yawn. 

“Get some sleep, then.” Vin chuckled. 

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the blanket.

“Will you, um…” You swallowed, suddenly feeling so small. “Will you stay on the phone?”

Vinny was quiet for half a second, just long enough to make your heart stumble.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Of course."

You smiled into his pillow, your body relaxing completely for the first time all day.

And as your eyes slipped shut, lulled by the steady sound of his breathing, you felt almost like you were back in a hotel room, sneaking around behind everyone’s backs, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat whilst you'd lay with your head on his chest.

You knew in this moment the two of you could never be just friends.

Somewhere in a hotel room in Europe...

It was late when Vinny had got back to his room, his cold, empty, quiet hotel room. He kicked his shoes off and straight away dug through his suitcase for a pair of boxers before heading to the shower. He'd take a shower and get some sleep before tomorrow, that was the plan.

He could feel the exhaustion creeping in as he stood beneath the water, his tired arms lifting to wash his hair before rinsing off and wrapping a towel around his waist.

He was still struggling to adapt to the 6 hour time difference, as he checked the time to see it was 2am, he was surprised. Sure, he was tired, but he wasn't expecting it to be that late, he had to get up in only a few hours.

He got into bed, attempting to get comfy, but it was no use. He was missing home already.

He tried going to sleep, but despite how tired he was, it just wasn't happening. He checked the time again, seeing it was almost 4am, meaning it must be almost 10 at home... Maybe he should text you?

You'd been on his mind ever since the airport- ever since the diner- ever since he met you. He assumed you must still be awake, maybe the sound of your voice would help him sleep? Maybe that was all he needed?

Before he knew it, his phone was in his hand, and your name was on his screen.

"Hello?" You answered after only a couple rings, your exhaustion evident in your voice.

"You sound tired." He observed.

"You sound exhausted."

Vinny let out a quiet chuckle. 

"It’s almost 4am here. I am exhausted."

"Then why are you calling me?"

He paused.

"Couldn’t sleep." He finally said with a sigh, it wasn't a lie but it was easier than saying I miss you.

"You should try," you said. "You’ve got another long day tomorrow."

"Yeah… I know, that's why I'm so glad we're in a hotel tonight." He sighed. "Where are you right now?"

There was a brief hesitation before you answered

"Your bed."

Vinny stilled.

He felt his heart skip a beat, his breath catching slightly in his throat. For a moment, he just stared at the ceiling, processing your words.

His bed.

You were in his bed.

Sure, he had told you that you could have his bed if you stayed, but now he knew you were actually there, he was picturing it in his mind...

He swallowed, wetting his lips before he finally found his voice.

“…The mattress is good, huh?”

He tried to sound teasing, light hearted, but the smile tugging at the corner of his lips gave him away.

"Yeah it is." You chuckled.

Another pause. Then, his voice was a little softer. 

"So you’re staying tonight?"

"Yeah. Hope that’s okay."

"It’s more than okay." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

There was a soft shuffling sound on your end, like you were settling deeper into his bed, and the thought of you curled up in his sheets made something warm bloom in his chest.

“After the day I had, I just wanted to sleep once I got here.”

He frowned slightly

“You had a rough one?” Vinny asked, his voice soft but laced with concern.

You let out a long sigh, the kind that made him wish he were there so he could do something, or anything, to make it better.

“Yeah. Had a wedding shoot this morning- the bride was sweet, but her maid of honour was a total nightmare, I was almost going to just hand her my camera and leave. She had opinions on everything I did.”

“Bet you loved that.” Vinny let out a quiet chuckle. 

“Oh, so much,” you said dryly. “Then, to top it off, I stopped for coffee afterwards, y'know, a little treat for surviving the day, and spilled most of it over myself before I even got out of the parking lot.”

“No way,” he laughed. “That’s brutal.”

“Yep. So I spent the first twenty minutes here throwing my clothes in your washer and stealing your clothes from the dryer.”

“You stole from me?” He gasped dramatically.

“Well, you told me to make myself at home.”

“I did.” He admitted, a smile in his voice.

There was a brief pause, then before he could stop himself, he asked,

“Are you comfy in there?”

He didn’t know why he cared. He shouldn’t care. But the idea of you tangled up in his blankets, resting your head against his pillows, made his stomach twist in a way he didn’t want to unpack right now.

“Yeah, I like it. I don’t know how I slept on the couch last time I was here, I was laying there for like five minutes and my back was already hurting.”

“Knew you wouldn’t last on there,” he teased. “My bed’s got like the perfect balance of firm and soft. I never want to leave.”

“It really does.” You let out a quiet laugh. 

Another pause. Then, Vin ask a little softer this time

“You gonna stay tomorrow night, too?”

“…Maybe.”

That shouldn’t have made his heart skip the way it did. But it did.

He cleared his throat, shaking the feeling away, what else could he talk about..

“So back to the coffee problem... Did you at least get another one after the tragedy in the parking lot?”

“No,” you yawned, “I gave up. Took it as a sign from the universe.”

“That’s so sad,” he murmured. “You deserved better.”

“I did, right?” You chuckled.

Vinny smiled, then, a thought creeping into his mind before he could stop it.

“I know it wasn't my fault but how about I make it up to you when I get back? We’ll go to that coffee place you like.”

Silence. Then, softly...

“I'd like that.” You said, your voice a little above a whisper. 

And then you yawned again. 

“You tired?”

“Hm… just a little.” You blinked sluggishly, stifling another yawn. 

“Get some sleep, then.” Vin chuckled. 

A quiet beat. Then, barely above a whisper

“Will you, um… Will you stay on the phone?”

Vinny stilled. His throat went tight.

Your voice sounded small. Like you weren’t sure if you were allowed to ask.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Of course."

You must've gone out like a light after that, because Vinny continued to speak, yet there was no answer. Soon, he could hear the gentle sound of your breathing, what he had once fell asleep to almost every night, something that was once so comforting.

He set his phone down on the nightstand, whispering a soft goodnight, before letting his eyes shut again, and this time he finally drifted off.

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[chemical-killjoy]

Eternally Yours

Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 4.4k O_O

Summary: Basically a fanfic of the eternally yours music video, if the reader was the girl in the video

Author's Note: I know I have a bunch of asks, and I'm getting to them, I swear, but I finally finished this after like, 4 months... so... ta da?

It was tough watching the love of your life, your best friend, getting it on with someone you hate. But you soothed yourself with the fact that it was all for the cameras.

Motionless in White were shooting the music video for their new song 'eternally yours', and being his best friend, Chris jumped to have you on the project. You were one of the best light technicians after all... Plus it was fun to work with you. Chris wouldn't admit it, but he missed you.

And while working with Chris was always fun, having a tall, skinny, blonde model (who thought she was God's gift to the world) making out with him... it didn't exactly help your self esteem. He was perfect. So was she. Why would he ever like you? He'd never go for someone like you when he could have Chloe.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as Chloe sauntered up to you.

“Y/N, I need my skinny mocha.” She demanded.

“I do lights?” You said, frustrated and waiting for her to understand.

“And I'm needed on camera. Hurry up.” The blonde walked away before you could argue.

You rolled your eyes and mentally cursed her. Then you heard a thump and a scream.

“No! My ankle!!” Chloe was on the floor, screaming over a mildly twisted ankle and performing the tantrum of her life. “I can't do this stupid job, I deserve better!”

And that was the fastest working karma you'd ever seen... It also came back to bite you on the ass.

“What?! Me? There's no way. I am NOT that pretty, or seductive, I can't do it!” You begged.

“Come on Y/N, please. There's no one else to do it, and you look perfect for the part! Please, we need this video shot by the end of the day, you know that. Plus, there's no one I'd be more comfortable with.” Chris begged you to step in.

“I don't know.”

Chris smiled at you with pleading eyes and you knew you were done.

“Fine. But I'm going to need hair and makeup.”

You looked in the mirror. The reflection you saw, you hated. It wasn't some succubus, it was gross. You hated seeing yourself in such a small outfit. You were too insecure, what were you thinking agreeing to this?! Plus, you'd have to actually kiss Chris. While you desperately wanted to, did you really want it to all be fake? What if it makes things awkward? You were in the midst of a mental spiral when you heard and knocking on the door and a familiar voice.

“Y/N, you decent?” Chris asked.

“Um, yeah. You can come in.”

Chris slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You hugged your stomach nervously.

Chris made a kind of sputtering noise before mumbling “wow”, which you weren't supposed to hear. The word make your lips turn up.

“Uh, Y/N, you look spectacular.” He said, standing next to you in the mirror, and admiring you. You looked away, blushing.

“No, I don't. You have to say that. You're my friend.”

“Friend...” Chris said softly. “No, I don't have to say that. You truly look phenomenal. Dare I say, sexy.” Chris brushed some hair over your shoulder, turning to face you. Right then, the buzzer rang, summoning you to the set.

You cleared your throat.

You were about to walk out the door when you turned back to Chris.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, without missing a beat.

“This won't change our friendship right? I just don't want things to be weird.”

A voice called from down the hall, asking you to hurry up.

You walked away.

It took a bit, but after some friendly cat-calls and whistles from the crew, you had the confidence to try to be seductive. You felt a little awkward, walking around the red and blue lighting and just looking around dramatically, but you trusted the director.

Next, you got in the coffin. With David, the director, shouting orders, you got into the part and began to have fun with it, playing model. Your confidence grew and your performance got better and better, until David decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Chris, get in there.”

Suddenly the anxiety returned.

You watched Chris in his suit walk around mysteriously in the lights and tried not to allow a shiver to go through you when he looked down at your lips and removed his glove.

“Y/N, you're the woman, you're not supposed to be so hard.”

The crew chuckled and you rolled your eyes, embarrassed that your anxiety was so obvious.

“Hey, you OK with this?” Chris whispered.

“Ye-yes. Yeah. Just. Out of my comfort zone.” You replied, before raising your voice. “Any directions, boss-man?”

“Just, act like you're a complete whore. You would die to touch him, you need him like oxygen. You're excited, get a little wiggle going on, yes?”

Mentally screaming at him, you nodded your head, and looked at Chris with daggers in your eyes. He couldn't hold in the laugh. Suddenly you were both laughing so hard you nearly fell back into the coffin, and Chris nearly fell in on top of you, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Oh come on, now your make up is all crinkled, everybody, take five! Y/N, go to hair and make up, and Chris... never mind.” David trailed off, you and Chris still giggling as he helped you out of the coffin. You fumbled a little in the stilettos, but Chris held you around your waist til you got your balance.

“Let's go.”

“David was right, you know,” Chris said, words you thought you'd never hear as you walked to hair and make up.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that! I mean, you just seemed super tense, stiff.” You chuckled at the innuendo. “C'mon Y/N, I'm serious. Am I doing something wrong? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, OK? So just tell me.”

“... I- complete honesty?”

“Always, you know that.”

“I'm scared... I'm scared that if we kiss you'll be disgusted by me or it'll change our friendship and I'll lose you. I don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of cameras and people—I mean, I don't want to kiss anyone for the first time in front of cameras—I mean, your opinion matters to me, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N. Breathe. Yeah?” Chris said, stopping walking to grab you by the shoulders and look you in the eye with a half smile that made you melt. “Would it help if, uh,” Chris looked to the side and nervously rubbed his hands. “If we kiss now, before cameras or anything. You can tell me what you like and what you don't so I don't fuck up,” he said before adding “It'd look better on camera if we're actually enjoying it, right?”.

You bit your lip and stepped closer. Chris brushed your hair behind your head and you couldn't help but turn into his hand a bit as he did, before looking up to his dark brown eyes. He stepped in til your bodies were nearly against each other, and lent down to softly brush your lips with his. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips hard against him. The kiss was fire, and within moments you felt Chris's tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. You stood frozen in time, exploring each other as much as you dared before eventually breaking away for air.

You both stood there, entangled and breathing hard, looking away with small smiles.

“Um, so yeah, if you just do that it'll be fine.” You said, with a breathy voice and a little laugh. Chris joined in, and to your dismay, pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah definitely like that.” He said with a wink, before continuing the walk to hair and make up with his hands in his pockets. You stood still for a moment, hand to your lips, before walking fast to catch up.

You re-filmed the start of the shot after talking with Chris about what you were comfortable with (“well, we're in character, right? Just go for what feels right, and if I'm uncomfortable I'll stop you. Same goes for you.” to which Chris replied “You better let me know, I never want to hurt you.”). Chris walked up to you, and took his glove off. The look in his eye sent a shiver down your spine as you arched your back and lent across the coffin, convincing yourself you were leaning into the part and not Chris. But instead of kissing you, Chris brushed the hair from your face, and placed his head against yours, shutting his eyes. The tension was too much for you to bear as he lent down and rubbed his face against yours, kissing you without doing so, breath against your neck sparking electricity through your veins. You returned the motion, nuzzling into the man. But where Chris's hand had been around the back of your neck, he shifted his hands to be around your throat, lifting you up for better access to surprise you with a fierce, open-mouthed kiss.

It was like the man was trying to torture you. Or ruin you in the best way. You lent further into the kiss, deepening it.

“And cut! Perfect, we'll get all the kissing done at the same time to not waste the lipstick, yeah?” David said, ruining everything.

Chris helped you out of the coffin and you prayed you wouldn't slip and suffer the same fate and Chloe (not that you'd let a sprained ankle stop you now), and David guided you both to an empty area with a few blue lights around.

“OK. Now. I want you guys to make out. Just go for it. Chris, I want you to ravish her.” David directed.

At this point, you looked at Chris and just shrugged. He laughed and pulled you flush against him by the waist, both of you with cheeky grins.

“You ready to start filming?” Chris asked, an air of mischief in his voice.

Before David even said yes, Chris's lips were on yours again. It started a little sloppy and silly, but turned slower and more passionate fast, your hands cupping Chris' cheek, his arms around you only drawing you in closer, impossibly so. Chris broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I'm going to do something, if you don't like it, just stop me, OK?” he spoke in a low whisper, and you didn't have to pretend to be turned on.

“I trust you.” You breathed back.

Then suddenly Chris was kissing your neck, then your chest. You arched your back to grant him better access, and stroked his neck as he sucked on the soft skin of your collarbone. It was all you could do to hold back a moan. When he pulled away and looked up at you, you could have died. Suddenly you felt too tense to kiss him again, scared you'd convey how much you need him, as Y/N, not the character in the music video. You turned your away, and then it was time to touch up your lipstick and a break before once more getting in the coffin.

You were drinking icy water and trying to calm yourself down from the growing heat and anxiety within you. You tried to compose yourself. You didn't want to be a creep, it's not exactly like he's consenting to you getting off from his acting. And that's all it was. Acting. Just... really convincing. You tried to reason with yourself and prepare yourself for the sex scene.

There was another knock on the dressing room door.

“Come in.”

Chris walked in, immaculate in his suit, but a concerned look in his dark eyes.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You responded, feigning innocence.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was OK. Did I cross a line? You know you can always stop me Y/N, I know you've been through shit and I don't want to ever hurt you, I'm really sor-”

“Chris, Chris, it's fine. You didn't cross a line or anything. I just. Um. Fuck,” you looked away, a blush spreading across your face. “I- Look, you did nothing wrong, OK? You did everything right. Maybe too right, if you get what I mean? I guess I just kinda froze up. But trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You're... perfect.” You looked back up at Chris with imploring eyes, only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“Too right, huh? Man's got moves.” He laughed to himself, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Don't get all proud of yourself,” you said and walked past. “Show time.”

Once you two opened the coffin and climbed in, it was up to you.

“I have one direction. Make me feel something. Action!” David boomed.

You started simple, Chris climbing on top of you, but you decided to take control. You lent back and put one heeled foot on Chris's chest, pushing him down slowly. He looked up at you with such an intense lust you could have moaned from that alone. You kissed for a moment before sitting up and helping Chris to take his jacket off. His eyes never left yours, piercing into your soul. The world didn't matter; nothing was real but this moment.

The pair of you moved in time, shifting seductively as Chris whispered to you, hand in your hair.

“Would it be too far if I,” he slid his hand across your face, and you understood his gesture. When his thumb slipped into your mouth, you sucked, fully getting into it. You were determined to make him as desperate as you were. He held both sides of your face and was about to kiss you, but you wrapped your arms around his wrists and tried to pull him down. But Chris was not one to obey. He pulled his hands away and brushed some hair out of your face, before pulling you up against him. Chris scooped you up, one hand cradling your neck delicately, the other gripping your ass for stability and control. You felt immediately how badly Chris wanted this when he grinded into you. The thin fabric of your costume and his suit was not enough to conceal his arousal. You gasped and grinded back as Chris lent in for a kiss that felt like fire. He guided you down into the coffin, as you felt his tongue slip past your lips. After just a moment of kissing, Chris sat up, both of you coming up for air, and double checking consent.

But you just grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He kissed you lips, your neck, down your chest, even kissing your thigh, then lifting your leg up to caress as he kissed you deeply and passionately, grinding occasionally and trying to control himself. After a few more kisses, you broke apart.

“Perfection! Now we just need to close the lid.” David stated.

“I'm sorry, what?” you asked.

“We're going to close the lid. Well, Chris is. Make it extra dramatic, that's the ending of the video. Two lovers in their final bed.”

Normally you'd fight this, as the idea of being shut in a coffin—even for a moment in a music video—gave you anxiety, but in your current state, the idea made a shiver go through your spine.

The last scene was shot, you snuggled into Chris as he looked up into the camera and closed the door. For just a few moments, you remained just like that. Head on Chris's shoulder and hand on his chest, his arm around you and hand on your ass. You looked up at him and though you couldn't see it, he was looking down at you too.

Chris cleared his throat and tried to find something to say.

“Wow.” He stated, eloquently. You laughed quietly, knowing the camera was still filming.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached your hand up to find his lips. You heard Chris breathing harder as your fingers found his lips. You just started to shuffle closer when you heard a voice.

“That's a wrap for tonight guys. Everyone fuck off home, it's going to be another big day tomorrow.” David said, walking off and dismissing the crew. The crew (most of whom your were friends with) thought it would be funny to leave you both in there rather than helping you out. Which meant you had to untangle yourselves and find a way out.

Someone tapped the coffin twice.

“See you tomorrow guys!” the voice was Ricky. Then, quieter, “Don't have too much fun.” You could feel the smirk through the coffin.

“Motherfucker!” Chris yelled, and only get a distant laughter in response.

You heard nothing but Chris' heartbeat and your head rested on his chest.

For a second, you just looked up at Chris, unsure what to do. You wanted to tell him, but you were scared. You wanted to kiss him, but what if he freaked out, what if it was only for the video, and he was just another actor? But could you live with yourself if you didn't take the chance? Before you could do anything, Chris tried to pull his arm out from under you to push up on the lid of the coffin, and in doing so ended up half on top of you. Chris breathed in sharply as you felt what was most definitely not his leg pressing on yours.

“Ah, sorry, I just, uh, you know,” Chris laughed nervously before looking into your eyes, “You were too good too.” He meant to joke, but his emotions leaked out through the words.

“Trust me, if I was a man, I'd be apologising for the same thing,” you laughed, trying to ease into talking again, and letting Chris know it was all OK. “I mean, when you pulled me in and like, thrust into me? Fuck, I know you said you have moves but damn, you really have moves!” You joked—or tried to make it seem that way.

“I mean, I'm happy to show you more, if you want.” he said with a wink, leaning into it in a joking manner.

“Bold of you to assume I don't want that.” you returned. The joke slipped out, challenging him, but you weren't expecting his facade to drop as he looked at you with total sincerity.

“Y/N, I—I need to ask you something. Was this, ah, was this just for the video? Cause I could swear I felt something real, and I'm hoping it's not just because I want there to be.”

“I- Thank God I wasn't imagining it.” You smiled and pulled him in. But this wasn't like when the cameras where on you. This was soft. Hesitant. Fragile and delicate but determined to push yourself. Because you couldn't let this slip away. Him slip away. While you were aiming for just a short kiss, a peck, wordlessly checking it was OK, Chris had other ideas.

Suddenly his hands were in your hair, his lips on yours, and instead of passion, there was a soft declaration of love. Just taking time to memorize the feel of your lips. But you were both still worked up, and then the heat came in moments, the kiss like fire. As your tongues danced, Chris slid a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your ass as he grinded into your leg. You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“Chris,” you moaned, as he started to grind his cock against your clothed core.

“Dammit, how do you get this thing off?” He asked, tugging at your costume, and you laughed.

“Fuck, this stupid costume, we're gonna need to get out of here to get it off... Dressing room?” You suggested.

“I don't know,” Chris said darkly, breathing against your ear. “I was looking forward to fucking you right here in this coffin.”

The statement sent a shiver down your spine. Chris didn't miss this.

“I knew you thought this was hot too,” he said, voice low and leaving a hickey on the small of your neck. Chris slid his hand down to rub against your heat, and you bucked your hips into his hand immediately.

“Fuck, you're a lot darker than I gave you credit for, kitten.” Chris' low voice forced a whimper out of you. Then he stopped. “If I go too far, stop me, OK? I don't want to hurt you... well, unless you want me to.”

“Chris, if you stop now, I will fucking murder you.”

“Can't think of a better way to go.”

“Chris!”

With that, Chris tore the fabric connecting the top and bottom of the costume, sliding your panties off at the same time. Before you could even register the destroyed costume, his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit and you cried out.

“Yes! Just there!” You moaned, and Chris slowed his pace. You were about to protest when you heard the zipper of his of his pants. You reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he groaned as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit, I'm not going to last if you keep touching my like that, Y/N,” Chris moaned airily as he thrust into your hand.

“I'm only teasing you back, baby,” you smirked, letting go and kissing him harshly.

“Uh, I don't have a condom, are you OK with that?” Asked Chris, ever the gentleman.

“I'm on the pill, just fuck me, please.” The last word slipped out before you could stop yourself. As hot as this was, you knew your friend would never let you live this down.

“'Please?' Don't tell me,” Chris said, melodramatic, “you're a sub!”

“Chris, don't make me do it, don't ruin the moment.”

“I'm not ruining anything, all I'm saying is-”

“No,”

“that you have to beg.”

“I am not-” You stopped as Chris rolled on top of you, grinded his cock against your wet core, and bit the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Chris asked in a low voice.

You whimpered more as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Please Chris, I'm begging you, please fuck me!”

With that Chris thrust his full length into you without any warning.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the later only making the first more intense. Chris was far bigger than any other guy you'd had, both in length and width, and the stretch was perfection. You could've cum then and there when Chris hammered into you without waiting, groaning into your ear. The noises that man was making could drive you insane. Each thrust was deeper, and took you to a new level as you ran your nails down Chris's back, legs wrapping around him for more, more, more. You were in such a state that neither of you could even feel or hear the coffin jolting with each thrust. You wished you could see more of Chris, but the darkness of the coffin only heightened your other senses. Each thrust felt more powerful, as Chris hit your g spot without fail each time.

It wasn't long before you Chris stopped kissing your neck to groan into your ear, slowing his pace.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum,” He warned, asking without words what you were comfortable with.

“Cum in me,” you said without missing a beat, and you could've sworn the man whimpered a little. “Please.”

With that, Chris returned to his brutal pace, kissing your lips like he needed you like air. He pinched your nipple, and as a gasp escaped, Chris used this to his advantage for further access. After a moment, you felt his thumb toy with your clit again, slow circles getting faster, and as you felt yourself clench around Chris, the tightness in your stomach released and you felt ecstasy as you bucked wildly, desperate to stay in this moment. Just as you started to come down from your high, Chris released into you, losing control. You couldn't help but climb higher as the man you'd die for moaned into your ear, holding your hips and just losing himself into you.

You two cooled down, breathing hard against each other, the scent of sex heavy in the coffin. Though you could hardly see it, you could feel Chris looking into your eyes. Then his hand brushed some hair from your face and he kissed you sweetly, still inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. When the kiss ended, Chris slipped out, and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Y/N. How much I need you.” Chris's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast what took place mere moments ago.

“I feel like I could say the same. Chris, I-” You stopped yourself before you could say how you feel. Because even after all this, the fear remained. But Chris wasn't going to let that get in the way.

“You what?”

“I've liked you for the longest time.” You chickened out.

“Well, I've loved you for years.”

Even in the dark, you looked over at him.

“What?”

“I wrote this song for you, actually. I'm eternally yours. If you'll give me the honour of being so.”

“I love you.” Was all you could say before your lips crashed to his once more in the beautiful blackness.

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[sitkowski]

this place is haunted ( vinny mauro x f!reader )

pairing: vinny mauro x f!reader

cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ mentions of sex work, rough sex, sex tapes, rough oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, choking, face slapping, unprotected vaginal sex, spooky shit is happening (or is it?), character death (???), just trust me on this one.

word count: 2.9k

author's notes: so i found this on my drive, written for someone else but never given so i turned the oc into a reader insert. consider this an extra halloween thing. title comes from "undead ahead 2", divider by @saradika-graphics

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“I’m sorry, you want to what?”

Rolling your eyes in the mirror’s reflection, you turn around to look at your boyfriend. “You heard me.”

“I did hear you,” Vinny nods. “It sounds like you just told me you want me to rail you in a haunted house. On film.”

You can see the smirk on his face, knows that he’s just messing with you for the fun of it. He knows what you do for a living, and has never had any problems participating in it. “It’ll be good content for Halloween. And we don’t have to meet everyone else at the cabin until the day after tomorrow.”

“Babe, you don’t have to sell me on anything. You kinda had me at railin’ you—”

You laugh and slap at his shoulder. “I didn’t say it like that! I said that we should check out one of those abandoned locations and film a little something.”

“So it’s either my kind of haunted house,” his eyebrows raise. “Or yours.”

“Well I mean if you wanna invite Justin and Rick along, I’m sure I wouldn’t mind.”

“So you want a gangbang for Halloween?” Vinny hums thoughtfully, before shaking his head. “Nah, Rick’s tattoos are too noticeable and I kinda like the idea of being the only one you fuck on camera.”

You’ve been doing this for a while now, long before you and Vinny ever knew each other. Back then, it was just you doing solo stuff. He knew that you’d been posting stuff online when you started dating, he never once asked you to give it up. You were together nearly two years before he got involved with it. You always kept his face out of it, and it was easy for him to be anonymous when he didn’t have any tattoos. If the band knew, no one said, it was probably his best kept secret..

“I even got a very cute costume,” you say. You see the interest spark in his eyes.

“Please say slutty ghost,” Vinny crosses his fingers and you reach out to swat him again. He catches your hand this time, twisting it behind your back. “Hey now, be nice.”

“Or what?” you challenge, and he lets go of you only to slap your ass hard. “Ow, dick!”

“What do you think of going to Frick’s Lock? They close before dark, but I can get us in.”

The idea of filming a scene in an abandoned nuclear ghost town is pretty appealing, You can admit that. You’ve been there on one of the day tours and know that doing a night shoot could work, the place is just run down enough to give off the spooky, haunted vibe you want.

“You think we’ll see some ghosts?” you ask teasingly, knowing that despite the set up, it’s always a possibility. And both you and Vinny believe in that sort of thing.

“You never know,” he says, before slapping you ass again. “Okay, you find your cute little costume and get your shit together, I’ll set it all up.”

“Thank you baby,” you smile and kiss him. “You always give me the best presents.”

The drive into Frick’s Lock is silent and dark. You’ve got a bag with everything in it you need, and Vinny brought his camera and a few lights. Typically when it’s nothing but a couples scene, it’s just the two of you filming anyways. You’ve done this sort of thing before, filming in a location besides your apartment. But it’s the first time that you’ve chosen a spot so public, and for Halloween no less. Vinny’s hand slides over your upper thigh as he drives, and you bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

The place is creepy at night. You can admit that. You have to drive down a few thin, winding roads before they reach the small row of abandoned shacks. You didn’t ask how Vinny got you in here after closing. You didn’t need to know. You have a specific window of time you're allowed to use. When he stops the car and turns off the headlights, there’s just enough moonlight for you to be able to see to get into the building without using the flashlights on your phones.

It’s just one room that you walk into, the walls are grimy and moldy, the floor scattered with leaves and dirt. You know that some of it is for dramatic effect for the tours, but mostly it’s because whoever is responsible for the upkeep just doesn’t care. You sit down your bag and let Vinny work on the lighting so that they’ll at least be able to see, along with a handful of candles that you brought along. You take a picture of the room once he’s out of the camera’s view, so that you can post it on your social media to hype people up.

You show the post to Vinny before you make it, as always. Despite it being your thing, he always gets a say in things you post that involve him. Snagging your phone from your hand, he switches it over to the camera again. “Give ‘em a little peek, sweets.”

Your costume is in the bag, and you’ve got no problem changing right there. Outside, there’s a loud screech that makes both of you jump. Something moves past the window and you hear the flapping of wings. Just an owl, you assume. You take off your jacket and then your shoes, shirt and jeans, adding them to the growing pile.

The outfit you put on isn’t so much a costume, just a thin strapped short black dress and fishnets. You’d done your makeup and hair before you left the house, but you smear your eyeliner some, even though it’ll all be a mess later. You brought different boots than the shoes you wore in, and you let Vinny help you into them. He stays crouching down at your feet, fiddling with the camera settings before snapping the picture.

“Pretty little goth girl took a wrong turn in the woods on Halloween, hm?” he asks. You blow him a kiss before making the post and then passing the phone to him for the pov shots.

The only other thing you brought with you was a sleeping bag to toss on the floor so you don’t end up with splinters. He spreads it out on the floor for you.

A loud scraping rattle startles you both, and it’s followed by a low hum. Vinny gets up, glancing out one of the grimy windows. 

“Is there power here?” you ask.

“There aren’t any light switches, so I doubt it. Maybe it was a water pump or something for one of the other buildings,” he shrugs and takes off his own leather jacket, tossing it aside before setting up the camera in the right place.

Air seeping in through the windows makes the flames flicker ominously, but you ignore it. You give Vinny a look as you hit the button for the camera and he smirks, hooking an arm around your waist and hauling you against him. “Ready to play?” you ask.

“Trick or treat.” he murmurs before he kisses you, and you laugh against his mouth.

There’s no sound in the room but the hissing of the candle flames and the slick slide of your lips. Vinny’s hands grip your hips hard, bunching up the skirt of your dress a little. You moan quietly against his mouth, reaching between you to rub your hand along the front of his jeans. You can feel him getting hard for you and you flick her tongue against his as you squeeze gently. When he pulls back, he slips on the mask that he brought with him, usually you just film it from an angle where his face doesn’t show, but the room has no furniture and a lot of the both of you will be in frame for this.

The floor is not forgiving on your knees, and you can feel the wood snagging your fishnets as you kneel in front of him and wrap your hand over his belt buckle. When you raise your eyes to him, you’re met with your phone’s camera, and you bite your bottom lip.

“You're gonna be a good girl for me?” Vinny asks. His mask muffles his voice enough that you probably wouldn’t recognize it as his on film. 

You undo his belt and the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down torturously slowly. You give him wide, innocent eyes. “I’m always a good girl.”

Vinny laughs and it makes you grin as you shoves his jeans down, followed by his boxers. His free hand winds into your hair as you take his cock into your hand, licking up the underside slowly before pulling back and taking him into your mouth. He moans quietly and you hum around him.  You take him deeper, letting him hit the back of her throat. The noises you make are obscene to your own ears, echoing around the room. Vinny’s fingers yank on your hair, moving your head back and forth for you. Tears slip from your eyes as you gag, grabbing onto his thighs to balance herself. you keep your eyes upturned to the phone’s camera, knowing that your face is already a mess.

Outside, there’s the sound of snapping branches and rustling. you pull off Vinny’s cock, coughing and wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “What was that?”

“Probably a raccoon,” Vinny shrugs. “Maybe a ghost.”

“Ha ha,” You roll your eyes. “Wanna invite the ghost in for a threesome?”

The hand still in your hair twists viciously and you whimper, trying not to smile. He lets go of your hair only to wrap his fingers around his cock, stroking slowly, tapping the tip against your mouth. You open up and stick out your tongue, licking him teasingly. You can’t see his face behind the mask or the camera lens, but you know the way he’s probably looking at you better than anything. Shuffling back a bit, you move until you’re kneeling on the sleeping bag, and crook your finger at him.

You sit back and spread your legs, the hem of your skirt riding up our thighs. Vinny kneels between them, giving you a little slap on the outside of your thigh as a sign for you to spread them wider. There’s nothing beneath your fishnets and his free hand slips between your legs, fingers teasing into you through the holes. You moan and rock against his hand, trying to get him to put his fingers deeper. But he’s just warming you up and after a few minutes, he pulls away. Ignoring your frustrated whine, he reaches up and slaps your cheek before pushing those fingers into your mouth roughly. 

You reach down and tear the fishnets open, Vinny moving the phone just enough to catch it. you can hear him laughing at you behind the mask, and you’d flip him off or say something nasty, but there’s that noise again outside.

“Seriously,” you mumble breathlessly, “I think something’s out there.”

Vinny turns the phone towards the window, “I don’t hear anything.”

Maybe it’s just your imagination. Maybe it’s actually some animal out there wandering through the woods. You’re the one who wanted to do this here. Ignoring the paranoia you feel, you spit on your fingers and reach between you, wrapping your hand around Vinny’s cock and stroking him. He brings all of his attention back to you, and you preen for the camera, eyes turned down to watch as you roll your hips down onto him.

He groans above you as he bottoms out, and you absently think of investing in some sort of stand for your phone because you want him closer like you can usually get him. Instead, you just hook one of your legs around the back of his thigh, and let him push you down flat on your back. His hand pulls at the top of your dress impatiently and you giggle, wriggling out of the straps, leaving the dress bunched around your waist. You bite down on your own tongue so you don't say his name.

His hand clamps around your neck, not squeezing, just holding you down, and you feel the sting of tears in your eyes. You grind against him harder, sharp noises escaping your throat when his thrusts get rougher. Even with the mask, you know that he’s waiting for you to either give him the signal to slow down, or to encourage him for more. You wrap a hand around his wrist, keeping him there.

A thud outside startles you both and you yelp, pushing up on your elbows. “Something is out there!” you insist loudly.

Vinny finally relents, pulling out and fixing his clothes. He saves your footage to your encrypted cloud and gets up, pushing up his mask and walking towards the door. You scramble up, hurrying to get back into the clothes you brought with you. The mood is decidedly ruined, and you walk around the room to blow out the candles before shutting off the camera.

When you follow him outside, it’s quiet other than the sound of crickets chirping. The temperature had dropped while you were inside, and the sweat had barely dried on your skin when you’d yanked on your clothes. Vinny walks around to the other side of the building and you trail him, stumbling a little in the tall grass.

“I told you, there’s nothing out here babe—”

His words cut off, turning into a wet, choking sound. All you see is him at first, until your eyes adjust more and you see the man in the mask standing there. Vinny’s body falls to the ground in front of him, and then you see the knife, covered in blood. You scream, stumbling backwards. Your eyes bounce from Vinny laying motionless in the grass to the man slowly advancing on you. His mask is similar to the one Vinny had been wearing, only it’s dirtier and something is etched into it. He tilts his head at you, wiping the blood onto the leg of his coveralls. You take one last look at Vinny, and you turn and run.

Your first thought is the car, but Vinny’s got the keys. Screaming for help was useless, but you did it anyway, trying to make a break for the road. But you know no one is out here, no one knows you’re out there. Vinny still had your cell phone too. Your Chucks slide in the damp leaves and gravel, but you can still hear him behind you. You know that the road is way too long and you’ll never make it. But you still have to try.

And stupidly, you turn back to look. He was right there and then you’re falling, tripping over your own two feet and landing hard in the grass. You try to crawl away, grabbing onto the nearest tree to pull yourself up. This guy is huge and he wraps an arm around your waist, yanking you up to her feet. you scream, long and loud, trying your best to get away but he’s too strong and your eyes catch on the bloody knife in his hand. 

Under your own screams, you think you hear laughter. You do, and it’s coming from the guy currently holding you. You stop struggling and narrow your eyes. you knows that fucking  dumbass laugh.

“Justin?” Reaching up, you grab at the mask and yank it away, revealing the familiar face. “What the fuck?”

He sits you back down on your feet, ruffling his sweaty blonde hair that had been pushed back. Over his shoulder, you see Vinny coming over. Looking down at the mask in your hand, you see the IX carved in the plastic. It’s Justin’s old mask he used to wear on stage.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” you screech, smacking him repeatedly with the mask. He laughs and ducks away from you.

“It was his idea!” he protests, pointing to Vinny, who’s now close enough that you can see he doesn’t have a mark on him.

“Oh come on, you have to admit it was a little funny.” he says.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Mauro.”

“Nice try babe, the knife isn’t even real.”

For some unknown reason, you don’t feel as angry as you know you should. These two dumb fucks just terrified the hell out of you. you thought Vinny was dead. That you were going to die. But you feel your rage subsiding, just a little. 

“Fine, whatever, you scared me.” you relent. “How the fuck did you even get here?”

“Ryan dropped me off like two hours ago,” Justin explains. “It took you a lot longer to catch on to me being out there than we thought.”

You narrow your eyes at him again. “Were you watching us fuck?”

Vinny cranes his head to look up at Justin. “You better not have been, that wasn’t part of the plan.”

“Ya’ll are fucking loud.” is all he says, and you slap him with the mask again before throwing it at him and trudging back towards the building to get your stuff.

“Wait, can I get a ride home with you guys? I never told Ryan to come back and get me.”

“You and Vin can ride in the trunk for all I care,” you mumble, enjoying the looks on their faces as they hurry to catch up with you.

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Sweet Boy

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x fem reader

Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m receiving), edging, unprotected vaginal sex, sub!Vinny, soft dom!Reader, praise kink if you squint, Vinny whimpering and begging gets its own warning. Lil bit of fluff at the end. Idk y'all, this is filthy. I need to be sedated after this one.

Word Count: 2.5k

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DISCLAIMER: All writings below are works of FICTION. They are about REAL people in FICTIONAL scenarios. They do not reflect real actions/opinions/conversations/etc of said persons and are not meant to.

Vinny’s grasp on your hips was bruising. His fingers grip and rings pinch into your flesh with every movement you make against him. He writhes underneath you with shuttered breaths and whimpers leaving his mouth. You watch him as you move on top of him, his skin flushed and his mouth wide open. His eyes were shut tight, and his brows knit together. He was so worked up that beads of sweat had begun to appear on his forehead and chest. 

He was beautiful like this.  

He arches his back as you grind your hips a little harder. His head tilts back against the pillow and you take the opportunity to nip at his neck. The gasp that left his mouth was heavenly. You were desperate to hear it again, so you bit down on his neck once more. The same gasp from before fell from his lips followed by a moan. Smiling against his neck you lick and suck at the spot, hoping it bruises anyways. 

One of his hands leaves your hips and tangles in your hair. “B-baby….”

“Yes, sweet boy?”

“I-fuck. I need...” his sentence trails off when you start to pepper his jaw with kisses.

“What do you need? Tell me, baby.” Vinny’s grip on your hair tightens and he wraps his arm around your waist as he presses harder against you, desperate for more contact. Your bare pussy is soaking him just from teasing him all night. You haven’t allowed him to touch your pussy or put his cock inside you and Vinny is sure he’s going to explode if he isn’t inside of you soon. He’s lost track of time, but it feels like the two of you have been at it for hours. 

He’s considered saying “fuck it”, flipping you over and pounding into you until you’re both violently shaking and cumming but he won’t. Even though he knows you would let him. This is what he wants. 

When he arrived home earlier in the evening from rehearsals he was frustrated. Usually, when he felt this way, he wanted to be in control, but this time was different. He felt drained and just wanted to be taken care of. He wanted you to take control this time. 

You knew what he needed the second he walked in the door. 

Now, he’s struggling to string together a coherent thought, much less words. You’ve switched to a torturously slow pace, undoubtedly on purpose, and it feels so good his vision has blurred. He feels your hand on his chest and hears your voice, but he can’t make out what you’re saying. Vinny mumbles something in response but he’s not sure it was comprehendible. Your movements stop altogether, and a pathetic noise falls from his lips.

“Look at me, baby” You grab his face with your hand, flexing your fingers against his jawbone. His eyes narrow and you finally come into focus. He lets out a shaky breath as he takes in your naked form, a sheen of sweat covering you making your skin glow in the moonlight coming through the window. He can tell from the look on your face that you’re as wrecked as he is, but unlike him, you manage to keep your composure.

You smile softly as you observe him taking you in. You lean over and place a soft kiss on his lips. Rolling your hips harshly against his, you both moan at the feeling. 

“I said, what do you want?” You rasp against his lips, still holding his jaw tightly. 

“More” he moans.

“More what?” You move your hand from his jaw down to rest at his throat. 

“More, Princess, please.” His voice comes out strained, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. 

“What do you want more of, sweet boy?” You run both hands down his chest, scratching at the flesh. Vinny whimpers loudly, the sound going straight to your aching pussy. You knew what he wanted because it was exactly what you wanted. You weren’t going to give it to him that easily though. 

Vinny lies there for a moment, breathing heavily, and kneads at the meat on your thighs. You feel his cock twitch beneath you. Smirking, you grab him by the throat and lean over him, pressing your chest into his. Vinny’s breathing quickens even more as you start to grind hard and fast against him. 

“Is this what you want? Hmm?” 

“Fuck…fuck.” 

You squeeze his throat a little tighter.

“Answer me, sweet boy.” 

“God… yes.”

“You like how my pussy feels, baby?”

The only response you receive from the man below you are a string of expletives and moans. His fingernails dig into your thighs, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure of feeling his hard cock against your throbbing clit. You wanted to hold off as long as you could, but it felt so fucking good. 

Vinny hears your moans get louder. He’s been with you long enough that he knows when you’re about to cum. His eyes fly open as he watches you using him to reach your climax and he damn near cums at the sight of you. You tilt your head back and grasp at his chest and arms to steady yourself as you convulse. He feels your thighs clench around him as your release soaks him. 

“Holy shit, Princess. I could watch that all day.”

Catching your breath, you lace both of your hands in his and hold them above his head. You kiss him lazily and resume your movements, slower now.

“God baby, that felt so fucking good,” you say between kisses. “You want to cum too, sweet boy?

Vinny nods aggressively, lips still attached to yours.

You quicken your pace, refusing to leave his mouth unattended. You loved the way he tasted but loved swallowing every single whimper and moan even more. You notice his breathing has become shallow and the muscles in his stomach tense up.

“Are you close?”

“S-so close” he moans, sloppily bucking his hips up into you. “Fuck, m’gonna…”

You abruptly let go of his hands and lift yourself from his lap, scooting backward to sit on his thighs. You sit there and watch him as he desperately grabs at you to pull you back onto him, crying out when you resist him.

If looks could kill, you’d be a goner. 

“Y/n, what the fuck?” He said more disappointment in his voice than anger.

“I’m sorry baby…” You bend over and kiss down his chest and stomach stopping just above his leaking cock. You lick the swollen tip, gather the pre-cum, and spread it over the head with your lips. He inhales sharply as you look at him through your lashes.

“… But I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.” 

You take his cock in your hands and lick up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip and sucking him into your mouth. His hand instantly goes to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You take what you can’t fit in your mouth in your hand and begin pumping his length. His hips jerk up, forcing his cock further into your mouth and causing you to gag. You slap his thigh, giving him a warning to behave. 

He looks down at you apologetically and rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You squeeze his hip to tell him it’s okay and bob your head up and down his length. He leans his head against the pillow, cursing and moaning, covering his face with his free arm.

The hand that had a hold of your hair was now on your scalp, scratching. He was doing the best he could to behave for you. All he wanted now was to hold you by the hair and fuck into your mouth until he was spilling down your throat. But he can’t. He had to be good.

You had given him one warning already.

He was going to behave.

He wanted to be good for you.

Against his better judgment, Vinny looks down to watch you. To his surprise, you were already watching him. Your beautiful eyes were shining back at him, pupils blown wide with desire. Your cheeks were flushed. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. 

He’d be lying, however, if he didn’t admit that his current favorite feature was that your mouth was absolutely stuffed with his cock. 

Your eyelashes flutter with every new inch you take in your mouth. You hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat to take more of him. When Vinny feels his cock hit the back of your throat, he has to bite his finger to keep from cumming immediately. 

“Fuck, Princess, you look so good like this.”

You hum at the praise and Vin shivers. You continue sucking his length, massaging the veins of his cock with your tongue. 

“Oh... oh god.” He breathes. “Please don’t stop.”

You move faster, cupping and massaging his balls. He’s a whimpering mess above you, he arches his back and begs you over and over not to stop. Both of his hands grip at your hair so tight you’re pretty sure he’s going to rip some out. 

You love seeing him like this. You want to let him cum. Give him his release. He’s been so good for you, but you’re not done yet. You don’t think he’s ready. So, as you feel his balls begin to draw up, you remove your mouth from him and sit up. 

The noise that escapes from Vinny this time is damn near a sob.

He sits up on his elbows staring at you, nearly in tears. His body shakes from breathing so hard and overstimulation. You can practically see his heart beating out of his chest. 

“Baby, you’re killing me.” 

You crawl up his body and sit on his lap cradling his face in your hands. You kiss him hard, and he wraps an arm around your waist pulling your hips flush with his. He hisses when your pussy makes contact with his sensitive cock. He presses his face into your neck, leaving open mouth kisses. 

“What do you want, sweet boy?”

He groans into your neck and drops his head onto your shoulder. 

“You know what I want.”

“You have to say it, baby.” 

“I want you.” He trails kisses from your neck down to your breasts. 

You grab his hair and pull his head back, so he’ll meet your gaze.

“If you want to cum you’re going to have to do better than that.”

“God, I want to be inside of you!” He mewls.

“That’s better.” You leave kisses down his jaw. You lift your hips and grab his shaft. He jumps slightly at the contact, and you smirk. You place the tip of his cock at your entrance.  

“Is this what you want, baby?” 

He nods.

“Words, honey.”

“Yes.”

You pull him by the hair. “Yes, what?”

“Yes ma’am.” He whines.

You sink onto him, but only enough for the tip to go in. His mouth drops open and closes again. He bucks his hips to push into you further, but you pull off him. 

“Fu-uck, baby.” He cries out. “Please.”

“Please what?” 

“Please let me fuck your pussy.”

“You think you deserve it?” 

“Yes ma’am.” Vinny nods, staring at you intently. 

“You think you’ve been a good boy for me?” You say squeezing his cock.

“God! Fuck... yes, baby. Please. Please.”

For a moment, you take in the sight of the man before you. His eyes are soft and pleading, tears well up in the corners. His mouth doesn’t stop moving for a second, his quiet but urgent pleas for release resounding in your ear. He alternates between rubbing and scratching at your thighs, trying to keep his hands busy. He’s restless and overstimulated. Sweet boy. He’s being so good for you. You suddenly realize just how intimate this moment is.

The pretty noises. The begging. The scratching and clawing. He’s so perfect, and all of it’s for you. He's falling apart for you. He’s begging for you. He trusts you. He loves you. 

The way Vinny makes you feel is overwhelming. You cup the side of his face brushing away a tear that has fallen. You ghost your lips over his and sigh.

“Make me cum first, and then you can sweet boy.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Thank you. Thank you so much, Princess.”

Both of you gasp as you sink down on him completely. The anticipation from the night’s events and the stretch of his thick cock had your orgasm building already. You set a quick pace immediately, knowing neither of you would last long. 

You wrap your arms around Vinny’s neck, and he buries his face in your cleavage. He uses both hands to guide your hips over him faster as he bites at your flesh. You throw your head back, letting him continue his assault on your skin. 

Desperate to be deeper inside of you, Vinny flips you onto your back. He pounds into you relentlessly hitting the spot inside of you he knows will make you see stars. You feel the coil in your belly tighten, threatening to break at any second. You arch your back and Vinny growls. 

Resting both arms next to your head, he towers over you as he slams harder into your pussy. His hair is stuck to his sweat-covered face. You brush it away and take his face in your hands. He leans down and claims your lips in a searing kiss. He breaks away and exhales sharply, his breath hot on your neck. Vinny runs his hand down your chest and stomach to find your swollen bud that was in desperate need of attention.

“Princess, need you to cum. Need you to cum so bad. Please. M’so close.” He massages your clit to match his thrusts and you’re so close you could burst any second. You wanted something from Vinny first.

“Cum with me, baby.” 

“A-are you sure?” Vinny stutters, eyes wide. 

“Yeah, you want to?”

“Please! Please, oh god, yes, please.” He practically screams. 

“Then cum with me. Cum in my pussy, baby. Fill me up.” 

Vinny’s moans were so loud that you would be surprised if the cops didn’t show up later. He slams into you a few more times before spilling into you, his cock twitching inside of you. He says your name over and over, thanking you for letting him cum. He shakes so hard he nearly falls on top of you. You have never seen his orgasm hit him this hard and it makes your second climax of the evening by far the best. Vinny coaxes you through your orgasm, leaving sweet kisses all over your face as he whispers praises in your ear. When you come down from your highs, you lie there together. Your heavy breathing is now the only sound that fills the room. Vinny’s head is on your chest listening to your pounding heart. You’ll get up and draw the two of you a bath eventually or try to at least. Vinny will refuse to let you, insisting aftercare is still his job. 

For now, however, you lie in comfortable silence. You play with Vinny’s hair and hum his favorite song. He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, sighing contentedly. 

“I love you so much, princess.”

“I love you too, sweet boy.”

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Imagine...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was that?" Chris laughed.

You raised your head, scowling at him.

"I said, sleep fucking sucks."

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

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

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

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

This caught your attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Late-Night Comfort || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader

PAIRING: Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: When your neighbor Vinny finds you crying in front of your door, he is willing to help you out of your misery, no matter what it needs...

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+, MDNI!, thigh riding, oral sex (female and male receiving), swearing, …

A/N: not proof read, pls be patient with me, I love this so much

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit

This was not what you planned. Everything that happened that night was not what you planned…

The night was unusually quiet as Vinny made his way up to his apartment. He had been at a small party with his bandmates and was tired but in good spirits. He just wanted to relax and play some games before wandering of to bed. Right as he turned the corner, his plans started to change right before his eyes. He saw you sitting in front of your apartment door, which was right across from his. You were clearly sobbing, trying to keep your cries quiet, since it was already late at night.

Vinny didn’t know you that well. You and him had been friendly over the time but nothing more than neighbors. He remembered when he moved into the apartment building, you had brought him some baked good, instantly making him like you. But except for that encounter, you were nothing more than neighbors, who would occasionally greet each other if you met on your ways to your apartments.

So, when Vinny saw you sitting there, he awkwardly weighed his options. He wasn’t sure how to handle the situation and feared to make it even more awkward than it already was, being caught crying by your neighbor late at night. Ultimately, you took the decision from in when you lifted your head out of your hands and instantly spotted him at the end of the hallway.

“Hi.” You sobbed and tried to contain your cries but instantly failed miserably as another wave of sadness crashed over you while your neighbor slowly approached you.

“Hey.” Vinny answered you and came to a stop in front of you. He gazed over your frame. “Are you okay?”

Internally, Vinny screamed at himself. Are you okay? Obviously, you weren't okay.

You looked away from him again and down at your fancy red dress, while thinking about what you wanted to say to him. Even though you weren’t really close to him, let alone friends, you were way to tired and broken to just shrug it off. So, when you looked up at him again, you shook your head slightly.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Vinny than asked you and scratched his neck awkwardly. Even though his original plan was to just hide in his apartment until tomorrow morning, he was to big of a gentleman to just let you sit there.

You gladly accepted his offer and nodded, tears still running down your face while your sobs began to calm down a little.

"He broke up with me." You whispered and your lips started to shake. You wanted to be strong, but you just couldn't help it. Your boyfriend of four years had invited you to a fancy restaurant tonight and you had been more than excited. You had thought something special would happen tonight. Your friends had even convinced you he was going to propose to you, but everything came differently. He broke up with you right after dinner and even worse, made you give him the necklace back, he gifted you for your second anniversary.

It took Vinny a second to take in what you’d just told him, before he sighed. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.” He kneed down to you. “But why aren’t you in your apartment? Maybe snuggling on your couch… Getting comfy and cursing that asshole out… I don’t know.” He than asked and even brought your lips up into a small smile for a second. You noticed how overwhelmed he was by your emotional outbreak and appreciated his efforts.

“I forgot my keys.” You breathed out and sniffled for a second. In response, Vinny placed a hand on your shoulder, making sure not to cross any boundaries. He thought to himself for a second. "If you want you can sleep at my place and call the landlord in the morning."

For a second, you stared at your neighbor in surprise. You didn't quite know what to say,  since you really didn't know him that well.

"Are you going to murder me or something?" - "Oh yeah, and I waited almost six months for it." He sarcastically answered you and made you laugh for a short moment.

"So what? If I am going to die, at least I'll look good doing it." With that you stood up from your spot in front of your door and straightened your dress. Vinny watched you do so, before going to his own front door and unlocking it.

You were still quietly crying when Vinny sat you down at the dinner table and offered you a cup of tea that you gladly excepted. While the water in the kettle slowly started to boil, an awkward silence fell over the two of you.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that. I could have phoned my mom or something.” You mumbled. “And wake her up at such unholy times? Not on my watch, Mama Y/L/N needs her beauty sleep, my dear.”

You giggled at his answer and noticed how you blushed a little at his smooth answers. You didn’t really know how Vinny was in his free time since you had little to nothing to do with him.

When your tea was ready, he sat down next to you and watched you from the side, while your face was glued to the cup in front of you. Your mind was still filled with the thought of you ex-boyfriend.

“Can I make it easier for you somehow?” The man with the red hair streaks in front of you asked calmly. You allowed yourself to look up and look him in the face.

His red and brown hair laid in wild curls on his head, which he rested on his hand. His greenish eyes looked at you with an intensity you were not used to. Even though you were in such a vulnerable state, you did notice how pretty he was.

While you two were looking each other in the eyes, a dump idea shot into your mind.

"Are you Single?“ You asked him with a hint of anxiety in your voice. You saw how his eyes widened. "What?"

When you saw the confusion in his eyes, you leaned back in the chair and took a big sip of you tea cup. "Please… Let’s just forget what I said."

"I am single, why are you asking?" He ignored you and answered your initial question, his eyes sparked with curiosity as to what you wanted.

You felt how you got nervous under his glance and let a hand run through your hair before standing up. "You know what? It was dumb, let’s just get to bed or something. I-…"

You were about to walk out of his kitchen as he grabbed your hand. Your eyes instantly found his again.

"Tell me what you were thinking about." He almost demanded, goosebumps forming on your arms because of his tone.

“Please forget what I said, I can’t just use you for my own benefits… We don’t know each other that well.” You mumbled out and nervously let a hand run over your face.

“I know you well enough to let you crash here without being afraid of being robbed in my sleep and we are both adults. What’s on your mind, Y/N?” Vinny insisted still not letting go of your arm.

“I wanna make him jealous.” You said, your voice not more than a whisper while you avoided eye contact with your neighbour. This was more than absurd.

“And?” He asked to keep you going. “And what better way to make him jealous as by instantly having someone new.” It took a few seconds before you dared to look at Vinny again and when you saw his wide eyes, you wanted to sink into the floor. The apologies just bubbled out of you.

“Please- Please forget wh- what I said… We don’t even know each other and-…“ You stuttered out your words and felt yourself start to sweat. You felt stupid.

“What are you thinking about doing?” Vinny than wanted to know, his eyes sparked with curiosity. You swallowed hard before you tried to form your answer. “Maybe… I don’t know… Take some pictures?”

“Pictures?” – “Yes” – “What kind of pictures?”

You bit the inner side of your cheek, before taking a deep breath. “Maybe… I could wear a shirt of yours or something… Something that’s clearly not mine but-…” – “Okay.” – “Maybe you have a mirror in your room if that’s okay with you and-…” – “Okay.” –“N-nothing needs to happen between us, I-I just…”

“Holy, Y/N… I already said yes. So for the love of god, let’s do it!” Vinny spoke up, causing your ramble to finally stop.

“What?” You exclaimed, not believing he really agreed to your stupid plan, but when Vinny stood up from his chair and came to a stand in front of you, you needed to blink for a couple of seconds. You were really going to do this.

“We can do that… As long as you promise me not to post those pictures anywhere and my face shouldn’t be in them.” He explained his rules, while you still tried to process the fact that he was willing to do that for you even though you didn’t really know each other.

“Yeah… I’ll keep your face out of it.” You agreed to his rules and swallowed hard as he stared you down to make sure you were being honest. You tried to find out why he didn’t want his face in the pictures. You knew he was the drummer of a band, but you didn’t remember what the name of the band was or how big they even were.

Vinny walked past you and gestured for you to follow him into his room, which you did.

His room honestly looked exactly as you had imagined it. Red bedding, a drum kit in the corner and a World of Warcraft poster hanging above his desk on which a gaming set up stood.

While he went to his closet to look for something portable for you, you looked at the pictures on his nightstand. One of them showed him with another man and woman. They resembled him, so you assumed they were his siblings. The other picture showed five men, all wearing make-up and alternative clothing styles. It was a selfie taken by a man with long black hair in the foreground. He looked familiar, but you weren't really sure where from, so you just shrugged it off.

“This should do its job.” Vinny than beamed, holding a black shirt out to you that had a print on it. “The bathroom is down the hallway.”

You silently thanked him and made your way to the room. When you entered his bathroom, you took a look around it. There was a bathtub and a shower, everything decorated exactly as you would expect from a single man in his twenties.

You swallowed hard, thinking about how awkward this situation was but you were too stubborn to back down now. So you quickly stepped out of your dress and slipped into the shirt Vinny gave you.

You looked at yourself in the mirror above the sink. The print on the shirt read 'MOTIONLESS IN WHITE'. You felt like you heard that before but you weren’t really sure from where.

"You got this." You whispered to yourself before grabbing your dress from the floor and shyly making your way back to Vinny's bedroom.

You felt how your hands started to sweat when you entered the room, fidgeting with the dress in your hand. Vinny, on the other hand, looked as calm as is gets, laying on his bed with his phone in hand. His shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a bit of his stomach. You forced yourself to look away as you noticed your cheeks getting warm.

You cleared your throat, causing Vinny to look up. For a second, you thought that his eyes widened briefly, but you decided to not pay closer attention to it since you were already floated with anxiety.

"What now?" You asked quietly as Vinny leaned on his elbows.

"Don’t ask me… You had the idea." Vinny answered and you began to think about your next move. You allowed yourself to look at Vinny again. Even though you were at a vulnerable stage, you couldn't deny that Vinny looked absolutely fine leaning there. His arms were slightly flexed because of his position, some veins were visible on them. Before now, you had never really realized how attractive you actually found him.

"Maybe…�� Vinny began when he noticed you were as overwhelmed by the situation as he was. "I can sit on the edge of the bed and you can sit on my lap or something."

"Y-yeah… You could… I don’t know… Rest your head against my neck or something. This was, you can hide your face." You stuttered out and took a careful step towards him as he slid closer to the edge of his bed, both of you basically staring each at each other.

Vinny than reached out to grab your hand. "Don’t worry, Y/n. Just relaxed. We got this." His soft tone instantly calmed your nerves.

You shyly sit down on his lap, careful not to bother him in any way. You looked straight ahead at the mirror, when Vinny's armed sneaked around your waist and he nestled his head in the crook of your neck. Almost immediately you felt how your whole body was on fire and goosebumps started to form on every little part of your body. The faint scent of his perfume almost drove you crazy.

You grabbed your phone and took a couple of shaky photos, trying to contain whatever was going on with you at the moment.

"Is it okay if I try something?" He than whispered against your skin, causing you to take a shaky breath. You nodded, fearing your voice would give away how this whole thing made you feel.

When you felt one of his hand sneak under the shirt he gave you to pull you closer to him, you were sure if you had been standing, your knees would have given up.

When you felt his whole body against yours, you couldn't help but let out a small sigh. "Is this okay?" He whispered in your ear and you couldn't overhear the slight shake in his voice.

"Totally." You tried to say with a firm voice, in hopes you could hide how your skin tingled where he touched you. You also tried to ignore how he started to draw small circles on your skin as you snapped a couple pictures more.

You tried to suppress a sigh as you leaned a bit more against him and he tried to play it cool as he started to ghost his lips over your neck. You felt warmth shoot to your core as he quietly groaned against your neck after pushing his hips slightly forward. You couldn't ignore feeling his hardened member against you.

"You know what would make him even more jealous?" You breathed out, almost crumbling in your neighbor's touch.

"What?" He whispered against your neck between small kisses and his hands grabbed your hips a bit firmer.

"If we actually fucked." You answered him with a stutter in your voice and you noticed how he began to smile as you looked at him through the mirror.

"Oh... He would be fuming." Vinny exclaimed and with that the ice was broken and turned on his lap, your lips instantly crashing together.

His hands roamed your body, while yours traveled in his hair. Your ex was long forgotten as soon as his tongue slipped in your mouth. Never in your life did you think about this happening but it seemed like you were made for each other in that moment.

You gently pushed him back onto his mattress and straddled his lap, instantly attacking his lips again. When his lips wandered to your neck again, you sighed.

"You think, this is smart?" You wanted your neighbor to reassure you.

"Definitely not." He whispered again your neck and than licked over the small space he just kissed, causing you to quietly moan. You bucked your hips against him.

"Look at you. Such a needy little thing. Wanting to take pictures and than not being able to contain yourself." He mocked you with a cheeky smile.

You tried to avoid eye contact but he didn't let you by turning your head to face him again. "Tell me what you want, Y/n. I need to be sure you want this."

Your heart was racing while you looked into his greenish eyes.

"I need you to fuck me, Vinny." You whined out when you were sure your voice wouldn't fail you.

Right after you finished your sentence, Vinny grabbed the back of your neck again, crashing his lips into yours again. Your lips slid over each other in a sort of dance.

You moaned when Vinny's hands started to roam over your body finding their way to your ass. He used your noise to slip his tongue into your mouth to meet with yours again.

When you let go of each other again, you were both panting and trembling. “It's a fucking crime not to worship you.” he mumbled against your lips.

“Ride my thigh, sweetheart.” He groaned, his eyes filled with a fire you had never seen before.

You sit back down on his sweatpants covered thigh and slowly start to drag your core against it. The friction of your clit rubbing against the material of your panties and his pants made you cry out immediately. “Just like that, pretty girl.”

Before you knew it he pulled your t-shirt up and put his mouth on your chest, sucking and biting one of your nipples with his lips. "Shit, Vinny..." You cried out, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, to not completely crumble in his arms as your grind against his thigh.

"God, you sound so sexy when you say my name." He moaned against your cheat, before pulling away to reveal several red marks right where his mouth hand been. "You think you can make yourself cum for me?"

His hands that had never touched you before, were now gripping your hips and moving it in a circular motion on his thigh.

"Y- Yes... I... I'll cum for you." You whined, feeling how your thoughts became more irregular with each second passing. It felt so good, you didn't want to stop.

"That's my good girl." He groaned out, almost being in full charge of your movements, while you let your head fall onto his shoulder, pressing your eyes closed as you felt the wetness spread underneath you, on his pants. You moaned out his name loudly as you came undone.

"Take your time." He whispered in your ear, kissing your earlope and than down your neck. You rested their for a couple of seconds, still hearing your heart beat in your ears but not quite ready to let go of the moment, so when gently lifted your face to look at him, you felt how your stomach tingled again.

"I need to taste you." He said with such a serious tone, you almost crumbled in his arms. Your mind was blown. He wanted to eat you out and you didn't even have to beg for it.

You could only nod, still overwhelm with your emotions before you crawled of his lap and laid down on his bed. When he stood up to remove his shirt, you noticed the wet stain you felt on his pants and felt how your cheeks got even warmer than they already had.

When you wanted to sit up to remove your shirt, Vinny stopped you. "Don't. Keep it on. I like how it looks on you."

With that he made his way between your legs and started to press wet kisses on the inner side of your right thigh. He than slowly pulled your wet underwear down.

"Look how wet you are and everything just for me." He smirked. If you weren't so overwhelmed, you would have made sure he lost that facial expression, but you couldn't think about anything except his mouth against your core.

He spreaded your legs a bit more open and let his hand run over your folds. "So pretty..." He mumbled and you could feel his breath against your core. You moaned loudly when he licked over your clit.

"Vinny." You cried out and tried to move your hips but he tightened his hold on you. You held still immediately, not risking of loosing his touch. You whined and moved your hand down to grab his hair to get a hold of yourself, while his tongue was circling your clit, before slidly sucking on it.

He moaned against you as he saw your reaction to him, while he worked his experienced tongue against you. When you thought it couldn't get any better, you felt how he slowly slipped a finger inside of you.

"Shit... Fuck.. Oh god." You almost screamed out and harshly pulled on his hair.

"Oh god, Y/n." He moaned and moved his hips against the bed. He tried to get off himself.

"Vinny?" You moaned, causing him to slow down his movement and look up at you from between your legs.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, his voice having a sweat tone. He instantly started to draw small circles on your thigh while his other hand still worked slowly inside of you.

"Come up here." - "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, but I have an idea." You answered him and with that he slowly let his finger slide out of you. You whine slightly before you watch him as he put his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

When he crawled out to you, you needed to contain yourself, to not instantly moan out again, as you feel his hardened member press against your wet core.

"What's the matter, Y/n?" He asked you with care. Instead of answering him right away, he reached down between you two and started to palm his member through his pants.

"Fuck, what are you doing, sweetheart?" He moaned against your lips, but you just signal him to lay down. When his back reached the mattress, he pulled you in for a kiss again.

His tongue rough against yours, you felt him reach down. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and pulled his member out. He slowly began to move his hand, when you kissed your way over his neck and down his chest.

When you reached his dick, you slowly let your tongue circle the tip, causing him to twitch slightly, pre-cum already leaking from his hard member. His hands instantly found their way in your hair. When you took him as deep as you could, he bucked his hips slightly up and moaned out your name.

"God, you feel so fucking good." He cried out, causing you to let a hand slight down your body and find your clit.

"Fuck, Y/N." he curses, not caring how loud he was. Goosebumps take over your skin as you feel your orgasm built up. You looked up through your eyelashes and your eyes meet with his.

It felt you exploded when you finally came again — all tension leaving your body as your fingers worked you through your orgasm. You hummed around Vinny, when you felt his cum shoot into your mouth. It sent shivers down your spine and you felt like you would cum again on the spot. He twitched in your mouth and whined your name as you worked him through his high, hands letting go of your hair before pulling you up to his face while you swallow.

"Holy shit." He breathed out before you kissed him again. Your heart was racing as you lost your strength, letting your body fall against his chest. You rested your head against him, hearing his heart pound equally as fast as yours and before you could even think about it, you felt yourself slip into a deep sleep.

The next morning, you slowly woke up, feeling an arm securely wrapped around your waist. As the memories of the night before flooded back, a warm blush crept across your cheeks. Carefully, you tried to get out of Vinny's arms, not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber.

With a shy smile, you tiptoed out of his bedroom and headed to the kitchen, craving a glass of water to start your day. However, as you entered the kitchen, your eyes widen at the sight of a stranger standing there.

The man's gaze immediately fixated on your shirt, adorned with the unmistakable white logo "Motionless in White". Still half in a daze, you met the man's curious stare.

"Who are you?" you inquire, a hint of confusion in your voice.

The man in the kitchen arched an eyebrow. "Who are YOU?"

A moment of silence hung in the air as you studied each other, a silent exchange of questions without words.

"You're not some kind of groupie, are you?" The guy finally broke the silence, his eyes still lingering on the Motionless in White logo.

Perplexed by the unexpected accusation, you replied, "What are you talking about?"

The man just quietly pointed at your chest. "The shirt."

You looked down at your attire, then back at him with genuine confusion. "What's the matter with it?"

"It's our band," He stated blankly.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "Your WHAT?"

You struggled to process the unexpected revelation, realizing that the previous night's escapade might have involved a member of a band.

"You sure, you don’t know us?" The man asked again, trying to test you.

"I'm Vinny's fucking neighbor." You cried out to defend yourself.

"Oh! Y/n?" He than asked.

"Why do you know my name?" You wanted to know and he gladly answered your question, "Vinny talked about you."

Your eyebrows shot up at the man’s statement. "What do you mean?"

"He was pretty sad when he found out his pretty neighbor had a boyfriend." The man explained, "But by the look of you, I guess that’s no more?"

He smirked while you stared at him in surprise. Vinny had a thing for you. Your neighbor had a crush on you for the whole time.

Before you could answer the man, you heard Vinny’s voice behind you. "What’s going on here?"

You didn’t move a muscle, still processing everything that had happened. You wanted to make your ex jealous and ended up sleeping with your neighbor, who had a thing for you and also was the drummer of a, apparently, well-known band.

"Here comes the boy!" The man in front of you exclaimed, while Vinny looked at the two of you in a mix of confusion and tiredness.

"What are you doing here, Ricky?" - "Actually, I just wanted to pick up my guitar, but it’s getting more interesting with each second passing."

Vinny rolled his eyes, before leaving the room and shortly after coming back with a guitar case.

"I guess, I should be going… Nice to meet you, Y/n and good bye you two." With that, Ricky left Vinny’s apartment, leaving the two of you in the chaos you created.

You still stared at the place Ricky stood at, when Vinny cleared his throat. "I hope you slept well."

You just nodded.

After that it went silent for a couple of minutes, both of you not knowing what to say.

"You know, I don’t regret it." You than whispered.

"What?" Vinny exclaimed.

"I enjoyed last night." - "Me too." - "Good" - "Good"

You stared at each other.

Without thinking about it, you stepped closer to him and grabbed him by the shirt he was now wearing. When your lips met again, it took Vinny a second to respond to the kiss but when he did, you felt him smile into it.

When you let go of each other, Vinny mumbled something out.

"You should wear my shirts more often." He whispered.

"And you should have told me about your crush, maybe I would have had the courage to leave my ex before this whole disaster happened." You answered him.

"Without that disaster, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to ask you on a date." Vinny than exclaimed boldly.

For a second you looked him in the eyes and thought about your answer. You knew your break up was fresh but when you looked at Vinny like that you felt like you were over it immediately.

"And I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to say yes."

And with that, you decided to keep your pictures to yourself…

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The Scorpion and the Scales //Chapter Eighteen// Poly-AU

Tropes and Tags: MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only MDNI, PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

Chris lay beside me, his deep, rumbling snores echoing through the still air as I slowly blinked my eyes open, adjusting to the shadowy gloom that surrounded us. Straining to see, I could just make out the faint silhouette of the balcony doors, the sheer curtains billowing gently in the soft breeze that drifted in from outside.

Curious, I carefully sat up, the sheets pooling around my waist as I scanned the room, my gaze landing on the empty spot beside me where Rick had been sleeping. The mattress was already cool to the touch, indicating he had been gone for some time. Brow furrowed, I grabbed the spare sheet that Chris had kicked off in his slumber and wrapped it around my shoulders, the soft fabric providing a comforting warmth as I padded across the plush carpet towards the balcony.

As I stepped out onto the porch, the sight of Rick stopped me in my tracks. There, seated in one of the weathered wicker chairs, was the man who had captured my heart, his half-naked frame hunched forward as he stared out into the distance with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. His hands were clasped tightly in his lap, as if he were holding onto a secret that he couldn't quite let go of. I couldn't help but marvel at how much he had changed since our first meeting. Back then, he had been lean and shy, always covering up as much of his body as possible, as if he were afraid to reveal too much of himself. But now, the muscles of his shoulders rounded out, making the ink of his tattoos bolder and more striking against his still pale skin. His thighs had filled out too, and while he still didn't take up too much room on the chair, I could see the muscles twitching under the skin as he bounced his leg in anticipation. The first faint glimmers of dawn were just starting to peek over the horizon, casting a soft, ethereal blue glow that illuminated his pensive expression.

He was lost in thought, his gaze fixed on some distant point that only he could see. Even as I cleared my throat softly, he didn't so much as twitch, his focus unwavering. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind, what secrets he was keeping locked away inside. But I knew that whatever it was, I would be there for him, ready to listen and to love him, no matter what.

"You're up early."

A muscle twitched in his jaw and he let out a heavy sigh. "Just...sorting some things out," he murmured, voice still rough with sleep. "Trying to figure out my next move." I bit my lip, wishing he would turn to me, confide in me, let me help shoulder the burdens weighing so heavily on him. But I knew him too well--he would keep it all inside, retreating into his own head until he reached a resolution. Alone. As he always did.

An ache of longing and frustration pulsed beneath my ribs. I was so tired of being shut out, of only getting glimpses of his inner world. I wanted to know all of him--his hopes, his fears, his struggles. I wanted to be his partner, in every sense.

I stepped across the balcony letting the sheet fall from my shoulders, my bare feet padding softly against the warm concrete, not even a hint of concern for my complete lack of clothing. This was Florida after all - people here didn't seem to bat an eye at a bit of nudity. As I moved into his field of vision, I saw him blink slowly a few times, a flicker of surprise registering on his rugged features as he took in the sight of my naked form. Undeterred, I closed the distance between us and gracefully straddled his lap, settling my weight onto his muscular thighs. I draped my arms loosely around his neck, my fingers absently toying with the freshly buzzed hair at his nape, the short bristles tickling my sensitive skin.

"I'm here," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper yet filled with unspoken meaning, a silent plea shimmering between the simple words. "You don't have to shoulder this burden alone anymore." I held my breath, scarcely daring to hope that this time might somehow be different, that he would finally let his walls crumble and allow me to step inside his closely guarded heart. "Please, let me in," I murmured softly, my lips brushing the shell of his ear as I poured every ounce of my love and devotion into the earnest request.

I leaned into him, taking his face between my hands as I crashed my lips against his hungrily. Our mouths molded together passionately, lips pulling apart only to come together again in a series of deep, sensual kisses that left me breathless. When his tongue slid across my bottom lip, asking for entrance, I parted my lips without hesitation, welcoming him in. A moan escaped me as his tongue curled around mine, the slick slide of them dancing together sending shivers down my spine.

Rick's strong hands gripped my hips, pulling me down against him firmly. He ground my center against the growing hardness in his pants, creating delicious friction right where I craved it most. I sighed into our kiss, my mind clouding with lust. I wanted to feel him, skin against skin, with no barriers between us.

The feel of his fingers on my heated skin had me gasping, pulling back from our kiss to catch my breath. His short nails dug into me, not enough to truly hurt but with just the right amount of pressure to have my eyes fluttering closed in bliss. I balanced myself with my hands on his strong shoulders, surrendering to the sensations he was evoking in my body. I was putty in his hands, craving more of his touch, needing to be even closer to him.

He pulled my hips to his lap with a forceful tug, causing me to let out a soft cry of surprise and desire. A mischievous smirk played across his sensual lips, his eyes glinting with lust. His strong left arm wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly against his muscular thighs, while his right hand began a tantalizing journey down my inner thigh. I shivered as his fingers slid higher, finally cupping the most sensitive, intimate part of me. I could feel his fingertips teasing and exploring, spreading the slick evidence of my arousal that coated his hand.

"I do this to you?" he purred, voice husky with need. His fingers circled and caressed, stoking the flames of my desire to new heights. Biting my lip, I leaned in to press heated kisses along the intricate lines of his neck tattoos. He groaned as I nipped and sucked at the inked skin, timing each kiss with the delicious pressure of his fingers lazily pushing inside me, stretching and filling me in the most perfect way.

"So tight," he whispered breathlessly, throwing his head back to give me better access to worship his neck with my mouth. Desperate to feel more of him, my hands fumbled between our bodies, seeking the waistband of his loose pajama pants. I managed to slide them down partway and he lifted us both up just enough to push the fabric to his knees, finally freeing his rigid length from its confines. I wrapped my fingers around his impressive girth, relishing the weight and heat of him in my palm as I guided him to where I needed him most.

As I slowly sank down onto his thick, hard shaft, I could feel every inch of him stretching me open, filling me completely. A deep groan escaped my lips as he bottomed out inside me, the delicious mix of pleasure and pain making my head fall back. Bracing my hands on his firm chest, I began to rock my hips, savoring the exquisite slide of his cock moving in and out of my slick heat. Each thrust seemed to reach deeper, spreading me wider, stoking the flames building low in my belly. Instinctively, I tried to speed up my movements, chasing the orgasm I could feel approaching. But his strong hands gripped my thighs, slowing my desperate writhing, forcing me to maintain a steady, almost torturous pace. I whimpered in frustration as he held me still, waiting until I submitted to his will before allowing me to move again. The outside world was silent except for our ragged breathing and the erotic sound of our joined bodies moving together. "Tell me how much you like it," he panted, his voice rough with lust. I could only moan wordlessly in response, lost to the exquisite sensations overwhelming me as he continued to leisurely, masterfully, work my body towards ecstasy.

“You like that, baby. Fuck. I know you do.” His touch ignited a primal hunger deep within me. As he released his firm grip on my hips, I felt a momentary sense of loss, craving the heat of his hands on my bare skin. But then his strong hands were cupping my breasts, enveloping them completely. Electric jolts of pleasure radiated through me as he gently kneaded my soft flesh. When he captured my hardened nipples between his fingers, rolling and tugging on them, I couldn't hold back the wanton moan that escaped my lips.

My entire body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with need and anticipation. His movements simultaneously too much and not enough. I arched my back, wordlessly begging for more of his touch. As if reading my mind, his hands continued their sensual exploration, gliding up my body until he was tenderly cradling my face. The roughness of his palms contrasted deliciously with the smoothness of my flushed cheeks.

I gazed down at him, my eyes hooded with desire. The intensity in his eyes as they bored into mine stole my breath away. In that intimate moment, I felt stripped bare, my soul laid out for him to see. Raw lust and something deeper, something that felt a lot like love, passed between us. I knew then that I was completely and utterly his, body, mind and soul. And I never wanted this exquisite feeling to end.

“I do. I love it.” I felt his strong hands grip my hips tightly, trying to slow down my frantic movements as I rode him hard and fast. Moans and pants escaped my lips uncontrollably as the intense pleasure built rapidly inside me with each downward thrust. My body was on fire, every nerve ending electrified and hyper-sensitive to his touch. I could tell he was struggling to hold back, to make this last, but I was too far gone to care. I needed release and I needed it now. Ignoring his attempts to temper my pace, I continued rocking my hips urgently, taking him deep inside me over and over until I was right on the edge, teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

Suddenly, the coil that had been tightening low in my belly snapped and my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I cried out, my body seizing and shuddering as the intense pleasure radiated through every inch of my being. I collapsed forward onto his chest, my hair cascading over his shoulder as I struggled to catch my breath, completely spent. But he wasn't done with me yet.

His hands tightened on my hips once more and he began thrusting up into me from below, taking control now that I was pliant and satiated. He set a relentless pace, pumping into my oversensitive flesh and quickly stoking the embers of my desire again. I whimpered and held on for dear life as he pounded into me, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin was sure to draw onlookers attention, but neither of us cared. He was like a man possessed, driven by his own desperate need for completion. I knew neither of us would last much longer.

“Oh god. I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Come for me baby….please.” My body trembled and seized up on top of him as an intense orgasm ripped through me, the final snap of tension releasing in an explosion of pleasure. I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls as wave after wave crashed over me. But I didn't stop moving, riding him hard through the aftershocks, savoring every last pulse of ecstasy.

Sitting up, I brought my hands to his hair, tugging gently as I gazed down at him. "Look at me, Rick," I panted. His eyes were shut tight, lost in his own building pleasure as his hips began to stutter erratically beneath me. I could tell he was close, teetering on the brink. When those piercing blue eyes finally opened and met mine, they were glazed over with lust, the cerulean nearly swallowed up by his blown pupils.

"Come for me," I urged breathlessly, holding his gaze. His eyelids fluttered as his fingers dug almost painfully into the flesh of my hips. But I welcomed the pinch and sting, knowing it would help push him over the edge. I watched as his head fell back, a strangled groan escaping his throat.

"That's right, just like that," I coaxed, my voice trembling but dripping with need. "Please Ricky, I need it. I need to feel you let go."

The desperate, drawn-out "fuuuck" that tumbled from his lips as he stiffened and pulsed inside me was the most erotic sound I'd ever heard. I felt his warm release painting my inner walls, making my already quivering legs shake uncontrollably. His grip on my hips loosened as he finished, but I didn't stop, continuing to undulate my hips, riding out every last tremor and aftershock until he was spent and boneless beneath me.

I reveled in the incoherent whimpers and breathless curses spilling out of him, knowing I'd reduced him to a babbling mess, just as he so often did to me. He sounded absolutely wrecked, and I knew he didn't care one bit. If I could turn him into a quivering puddle just by riding him into oblivion, he would gladly let me do it again and again. We fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces finally locked into place. In that moment, nothing else existed.

I could feel the passion and intensity building between us as he drove into me with desperate, needy thrusts. His low grunts of pleasure mingled with my gasping moans, our bodies moving as one in a sensual dance of lust and love. I cried out, my voice raw with desire, begging him not to stop. It seemed to spur him on, his rhythm growing erratic as he neared his peak. With a guttural groan, he stilled deep inside me, his warmth flooding my core as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. The erotic sensation triggered my own release and I threw my head back, my body shuddering with waves of toe-curling bliss as I clenched tightly around him.

We stayed joined for a long moment, hearts racing, chests heaving, basking in the afterglow. When I finally caught my breath, I gazed into his piercing blue eyes, still glazed with passion. "I love you, Richard Olson," I whispered fervently. "I'm all in, completely and totally yours. There's no going back for me now. Are you with me?" In response, he cupped my face tenderly in his strong hands, pulling me in for a searing kiss that left no doubt of his devotion. His lips moved over mine, firm and certain, a silent vow. Yes, they seemed to say. Always and forever, yes.

Chris's tattooed form silhouetted in the balcony doorway, his skin painted gold by the early morning sun. "Little one," he called out, voice still rough with sleep. "Time to get moving. Noah's plane landed an hour ago and he's on his way to the dock to meet you. Let's get you ready."

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[foliosriot]

Can i ask for some hcs of best friend Ricky?

yesyesyes here you go!!

with some help from my love @concretenoah <3

ricky as your best friend

he knows how much you love concerts and he takes you to your favorite artists’ shows whenever he is able to. and then he ends up taking you on tour with miw a few times. he can hardly to focus on the music he’s playing bc he can’t keep his eyes off of you as you jump and scream along to the lyrics. ricky knows you can handle yourself just fine in a mosh pit, but he worries every time you disappear into the sea of people. after every show, he’s the first (and last) member of the band you hug and tell “you did so fucking good!!”. and every single time he’s drenched in sweat but you don’t seem to care.

ricky has a folder on his computer dedicated to photos he’s taken of you. he tries desperately to defend himself by telling you how photogenic you are whenever you question him about the folder’s existence. he jokes about you being his muse and then just continues taking countless photos of you. you’re his best friend he can’t help it. ricky also has a handful of photos ryan has taken behind both of your backs, then secretly shared them with him.

this man loves to write. so everywhere you go, ricky leaves little sticky notes for you with reminders, affirmations, jokes, and whatever else he feels like sharing with you. the guys tease him for it relentlessly, bc that’s what texting is for?? but you don’t care. you keep every single colored square, hidden away in a place only you know where.

vinny is sometimes forced to record you guys for ricky’s youtube channel. and he’s caught some very cute, private moments on camera of you two — moments that blur the line between best friends and something more. like holding onto each other for dear life while ice skating and laughing your asses off, or him watching you with heart eyes as you help him with his stage makeup. in every clip, without fail, vinny always whispers into the mic about how fucked ricky is. (ps: ricky knows that he’s fucked.)

i’ll make more of these i promise!! this is just what i had in my head already and i’m so happy anon requested this <3

[cybersugru]

❝ rock me ; ricky olson — part one

𖥻 pairing: ricky olson x fan!female reader

𖥻 contains: summer love, angst, +18 contents, second chance romance

𖥻 warnings: inspired by one direction's "rock me". swearing, alcohol consumption, legal age gap (reader is 19/20-ish), mentions of smut / english is not my first language. i did change a bit their summer tour from 2019 but bear with me. please. not proof-read!

word count — 8k

synopsis — ricky didn't want a relationship. especially not after his previous one and especially not with a girl much younger than him. still, when you two met a few summers back, you changed his dogma and he allowed you in for what would be the best summer of your life if only it hadn't ended in the most dramatic of ways.

🎀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⭒ part one... summer of '19

SUMMER of 2019. that’s when everything changed.

it was a true dream come true. you eventually managed to save enough money to buy both a concert and a plane ticket to see your favourite band perform live; it took months and months of convincing your parents to let you go with your best friend as a birthday gift for you and an equal effort to save said money. still, despite all the hardships, you had made it to the front row.

the night before was hot — painfully hot, for that matter — which in itself was already a good enough reason for your best friend to convince you to go out and explore london together, but not only that it was a special night. we have to go out tonight, for christ's sake, she said and as you protested saying you were tired she rolled her eyes, it's your birthday and we're finally travelling by ourselves... do i really need to give you any more reasons why?

before you realised it, you were out of the hotel, dressed up, and heading towards what google had suggested as the best rock/sports pub in the area you two were in. on your way there, from time to time, a breeze would come through and make not only the heat a lot more tolerable, but also causing your loose little black skirt to dance along with your hair, swirling it around against the night sky and neon lights of the many pubs and stores nearby. at that moment, you stopped regretting leaving the hotel room, for the city seemed to have a life of its own in a way you hadn’t seen before at other places you’d been to and it felt revitalising to be a part of it, no matter how small.

your best friend pointed at the pub you were headed to once you arrived and it was packed inside — it was a friday night, after all; the fact that you two were clearly the youngest people entering the place should’ve been a red flag to you, looking back, but you were too joyful and excited about life to care about that and so as you two entered the place, finding a spot for the two of you became somewhat of a mission that resulted in you standing by the actual bar, near the bartenders and where the air conditioning was much stronger.

“wouldn’t it be crazy if we bumped into somebody from motionless in white here?” she said in a chuckle.

the environment was different from anything you had experienced before, in a positive way — smiling at your best friend was only a natural reaction to that, even more so when she pointed out, laughing, the terrible security job there allowing so many people in a small space. there was an arsenal match replaying on the tv’s but you couldn’t even properly hear the girl next to you due to the loud rock music playing, much less a football game; most of what your senses could smell were either alcoholic beverages or sweat mixed with the cheap perfume of those around you and all you could see was an ocean of people crowding the relatively small establishment that soon began to come together to sing 'chop suey' by system of a down in a single harmonic choir, which made goosebumps travel down your spine as you stood there sipping a fruity drink that matched the warm weather of that night.

it wasn’t until about half an hour or so later, when your glass was empty and your girlfriend had gone to the restroom, that you discovered someone had taken an interest in you.

“hey, that guy over there just paid for your drink,” one of the five bartenders handed another glass of the same cocktail towards you and pointed at an almost impossible-to-see spot across the bar, near a pillar that was clearly separating that area from the rest of the place. some kind of vip reserved area or something like it. as you took the drink from the employee, your gaze searched around to see who was the guy that she was talking about — flirting was not on your to-do-list for the night, but considering it was your birthday, you assumed perhaps you should give it a chance.

you turned your attention back to the bartender to ask if it was a safe drink but before you could say anything, the blonde offered you a reassuring stare, “don’t worry, i made it myself.” and as you thanked her, with your cheeks burning from the heat and the surprise of having someone buy you a drink on your first-ever night out, you continued to search for the mysterious man, wondering what was he like.

once you found him, your blood froze.

he was raising a glass of whisky at you when your eyes finally met his grey ones. the black hair shined beneath the neon lights above him, just like all the silver accessories on his fingers, neck and wrists. his tattoos caught your attention, as well and even though you couldn’t actually see them per se, you already knew what designs and stories his body carried in art form. and for a whole moment, looking at him, it felt like the world had stopped spinning while you were caught in a mist of admiration.

richard olson had bought you a drink. not only that, but the guitarist stared at you without blinking as if you truly were the most mesmerising creature he had ever seen before in his life.

in your mind, there was a mixture of paradoxical feelings both pressuring you into doing something while keeping you static without reaction. you knew who he was, obviously — how couldn’t you? you were there just to see his band live the following night —, and you didn’t want to ruin everything because of that or make him uncomfortable; but at the same time, you’d hate yourself for the rest of your days if you fumbled this once in a lifetime chance because you were scared to do something about it. as much as you wanted to go to him, a part of you reprimanded the idea, trying to convince you that you weren’t that cheap or a groupie.

ricky smirked from across the pub and took a sip of the amber liquid sitting in the glass in his hand. there was no way for you to know what was going on inside his head, naturally, but just from your reaction alone, the musician could tell you were a fan: he was used to the reactions of being recognized in public, it was easy to tell.

between your internal conflict and the crowded pub, air became rarefied and the sounds around you started to fade into an overwhelming background noise that took over you. still, you couldn't drift your gaze away from his, it seemed like the man you had always admired from afar had now casted a spell on you so you couldn’t look anywhere else other than his gorgeous grey blue eyes.

“i swear the bathroom line was ginormous! it took me ten minutes just to get in. ten minutes! i hadn’t even peed yet. can you believe that?” the voice behind you said with a grunt. your best friend rolled her eyes as she found her place again in front of you, but noticing you did not pay a single attention to anything she said, a confused frown formed on her features before asking what was wrong. you failed to answer once again which only made her turn around to see what was keeping your interest so intensely. “oh my fucking god… is that who i think it is? why is he staring at you? did you do something?”

“please shut up,” you instinctively fired. anxiety was creeping in with every passing second and not even the alcohol entering your system as you sipped the drink in your hands was easing it up. “he paid for my drink, but i’m too nervous to do something and he keeps looking in our direction. i don’t want to talk to him. what if he realises i’m a fan? then what?”

“are you fucking for real right now? are you stupid or something?” your friend asked turning back to you, looking completely shocked by your words, “if he does and he doesn’t want anything to do with you, then, hell, i guess you’ll just come back here and we can have fun just the two of us and tomorrow we’ll pretend that nothing ever happened. simple as that. now, please, do yourself a favour and go talk to him or i’ll never let you forget tonight.”

her answer was the reason that pushed you to finally break eye contact with ricky, who was still admiring you from afar. you knew she was right, as much as you hated to admit it that night: there was nothing about that whole thing that could possibly haunt you in your day-to-day life once you returned to your hometown. there was nothing to be afraid or ashamed of as long as you two were respectful towards each other. right?

it wasn’t like you were given the entitlement to choose for long after that — not when said musician left his band and crewmembers, shifting his focus on the path towards where you were, right as ‘you're all i need’ by mötley crüe started playing which left you blushing by the time the dark-haired man stopped in front of you with that same closed mouth smile from before.

“excuse me, may i borrow your friend for a second?” despite his attention being clearly on you solely, his grey eyes shifted for a second to your best friend, who stood there in as much shock as you but soon nodded without saying a lot other than that she would stay where she was in case you needed her, “oh, please come with us. i’m sure a friend of mine would be very happy to meet you, if you’d like.”

and suddenly, the two of you went from young girls enjoying a girl’s night out in london standing by the bar in a crowded pub to two young girls enjoying a night out in london with motionless in white. never in your wildest fangirl dreams did you ever allow yourself to picture such a rendezvous becoming reality.

glancing in your best friend’s direction, looking for any sign that this was not a dream, your eyes found her talking excitedly with vincenzo — considering the way the two of them were gesturing at each other, most likely about video games. the smile on her lips, along with the shine in her eyes, served as evidence of her comfortableness in such an unusual environment and seeing the one person you cared for the most in the world so relaxed, got you to relax and smirk a little as well. if she was having fun then you found it in yourself to allow your mind to enjoy the moment too.

“looks like they’re having fun, right?” the slightly raspy voice behind you said by your ear in a lighthearted scoff. as you turned around, you were met with the image of ricky taking a final sip of his whisky. “this is probably the first time in a while vin found a girl that actually enjoys those games he likes to play in real life, not twitter or something.”

ricky’s comment made you laugh and hearing your laughter congealed the musician’s thoughts long enough for him to forget briefly that he was not in his own company, that there were other people around the two of you despite the reduced intensity revolving everything around him simply due to the amused sound that escaped your cherry-coloured lips because of some stupid thing he said. the dark-haired man hadn’t felt like that since the first date with his former girlfriend and although it did feel good and massaged his ego, richard also hated the idea of going down that road again. and so, ignoring the warmth in his chest, his eyes scanned you up and down.

“sweetheart, how old did you say you were again?”

you answered, soon adding: “tonight’s my birthday”, not noticing how your attention had quickly been redirected from your friend to him, and him only, in a matter of seconds nor how the two of you were standing close to each other. “my ticket for tomorrow night’s concert was my birthday gift.”

the powerful muscle inside your chest stopped beating once the realisation hit you and ricky’s bright eyes kept on staring at you as he furrowed his dark eyebrows. you had never kissed anyone before and yet, against all odds of the universe and what was real or not, you were standing at a finger’s length of one of your biggest celebrity crushes while he showed an almost unbelievable interest in you — although there was no way for you to know that the reality was that he was momentarily rethinking his life choices for wanting to keep talking to a girl that much younger than him; for heaven’s sake, you could do better than him.

“happy birthday, sweet girl. i hope you’re having fun tonight,” olson chuckled and instinctvely rushed a hand to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, only to then use it to caress your cheek that seemed rosier than usual due to both the alcohol and the whole interaction with the man before you. “i'll make sure tomorrow’s show will be the best you'll ever see.”

ironically enough, as if the same mischievous universe from before hadn't had its share of fun already with your desperation of being at the older man’s mercy, the background music changed again to kiss’ ‘i was made for lovin you’ right when you found yourself with his hand on your cheek and his lips dangerously close to yours as the seconds went by. it was at that moment that you began to wonder if after that night, love songs would sound different… what if you could never listen to your favorite songs again after a night out with ricky olson? if that was the case, the most desperate romantic part of yourself began to pray for the heavens that it happened because they would remind you of ricky and bring joy to your soul and not tears to your eyes.

the song progressed along with its notes and vocals and all you could focus on was the guy right in front of you. ricky was so close that you could smell the whisky in his breath, the perfume on his body and the lingering scent of tobacco smoke particular to someone who spent time with smokers like he did. your eyes, unsure, raised themselves from the necklace resting on his chest to find his, as pretty as a set of jewels. you remembered once hearing him talk about it in an interview but the words escaped your mind in that moment — it wasn't exactly like your mind was functioning like it should be, anyways.

“what's the meaning of your necklace?” you asked, gently picking it between your fingertips. a bit scared to look up at ricky again.

“it was a part of my grandfather's key collection. i just took it and turned it into a necklace to keep it close, i guess,” he smiled. doing the same thing you did seconds earlier, he picked up your necklace. a single small silver star hanging from a silver chain. “what's your story?”

“my grandma gave it to me when i was a kid and i never took it off since.”

he nodded and played with the medallion a few times between his calloused fingertips before letting it go to focus on you instead. once again, the musician furrowed his eyebrows yet again for a brief instant but it soon disappeared and metamorphosed into a little smirk. “i honestly don't know what to do now. and we haven't even known each other for more than like half an hour.”

“i don't know, man, sounds like you should just kiss her,” the characteristic powerful voice of aj rose up from behind ricky while his back stood facing the two of you as he waited for his drink at the bar. soon, the bottle of beer was in his hand and the tall blonde turned around faking a cough in ricky’s direction, “pussy.”

you couldn't help but laugh. despite the noticeable age difference between ricky — and everyone that worked with the band — and your friends back home, there were still similarities that made you feel a bit less nervous about everything.

olson closed his eyes for a second in irritation and told aj to fuck off while his cheeks turned into a shade of light pink due to the provocations of his friend.

“i'm sorry about that,” he apologized in a murmur while brushing a hand through his black hair that shone beneath the neon lights of the bar behind him.

“it's okay,” you shook your head laughing, “it's nice to see you're not faking your relationship in front of the cameras. that you actually pick on each other like that and not just when there's someone recording it.”

“you're saying that because you're not the one dealing with this behaviour all the time.”

his answer made you giggle again. little did he know that you’d be willing to do crazy things to experience the so-called immaturity of the band and staff. you admired them, there was nothing you'd want more. well, maybe there was and it was mere centimitres away from you.

from the expression on your face to the light glistening in your eyes gazing back at him, ricky knew you truly didn't mind the playful comment from aj and on second thought, it was the push he needed to finally shut the hell up and hold your face delicately so he could wrap his lips around yours in a kiss. your first kiss. with richard olson.

at first it was shy, sweet, romantic even; ricky tried to be as respectful as he possibly could with you, after all he had no right to act like an asshole and crush your heart in exchange for a night of selfish fun pleasure games. still…

after he leaned back for air, the kiss grew more passionate as the two of you allowed each other to deepen it further. the flavours of scotch whisky and peppermint bubblegum resided in his mouth and invaded yours just like the heat coming from your fragile heart did the rest of your body. ricky’s hands held you firmly on your left cheek and your waist, pulling you closer to him as your arms wrapped around the back of his neck.

it felt like a dream come true. so much so that you could barely believe that that was real life, that you were lucky enough to be experiencing such a thing. to kiss ricky like that was a surreal sensation and you begged mentally to pretty much every single powerful deity you could think of for that night to never end.

when finally the two of you were running out of oxygen, you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, with your eyes closed and biting your lower lip. the feeling of ricky’s lips touching yours still there, making you finally understand hollywood romance movies in which one of the characters becomes addicted to the other's kiss.

richard called for you, pulling you from your awakened dream with the way his thumb caressed the bite marks on your lower lip. he knew that was your first kiss: it was difficult to not notice how you were so adorably awkward trying to mimic his movements or how stiff your body stood. he found it both curious and cute. still, the guitarist said nothing, instead he decided to just admire your features for a second as his heart trembled with something that he hadn't felt in a long time since him and his ex-girlfriend decided to “take a break” that had been going on for over a year, something he didn't want to feel for anyone. not when he still thought about her. not when he still carried a keychain of the tenth letter of the alphabet.

still, he brushed it off. it was impossible to think straight when two very strong conflicting voices were trying to take over his mind: at the same time he hated the idea of being a terrible man to you, someone that broke you on the inside, another part of him despised himself for even thinking about moving on when he could still have another shot at the previous relationship of his. ricky was being selfish and he knew it, which was why he also knew you deserved better than him.

you and your best friend spent the whole night with the band and staff — somehow logan managed to get you a cupcake with a candle for you to blow — and it was the best night of your whole life. pictures were taken on different phones and so were videos of drunk vinny and aj trying to beat ryan and talitha on a match of darts, which they failed, naturally. you talked all night long with ricky and it seemed so easy, so intuitive too that it felt like a breath of fresh air to be free of a mental need to fake or mold your true personality to fit in; you two laughed, talked about your life stories, about the things you liked or didn't and at some point, you and your best friend had pretty much blended into the motionless family that it barely seemed like the two of you were merely fans in the first place.

soon, one by one everyone around you started to leave. first, it was justin and chris who had only agreed to head out to a pub for a beer or two anyway as they were more homebodies than anyone else there; then it was ryan, talitha and bryce. lastly, aj and logan. it was around two thirty in the morning when the only people left of the much larger group were you, your girlfriend, vincenzo and ricky.

“maybe we should head back to the hotel or something," vin suggested while stretching out the tiredness in his body.

that's what the four of you did. on the walk back, filled with stories of both vinny and ricky about the other times they had been in london, your best friend mentioned how all your things were back at the hotel you were staying at. to that, all vincenzo brought himself to answer was: don't worry about that, you can go back in the morning. oh, and when you get to the venue just say you're with us, they’ll let you both in.

perhaps it was the late hour, but thankfully there were no other fans in the hotel by the time you all walked in. ricky suggested going to the rooftop bar but vin refused, saying he would rather go straight to his room and so, after your friend practically begged you to not worry about her, you were left alone with rick on said rooftop.

the weather was far more pleasant than it was when you left for the pub earlier, a gentle breeze even ran across the space and played with your hair. the difference from before was that now you weren't the one fixing your it, for it was ricky’s fingers that forbidded the strands to bother you. his gesture was simple and almost a natural impulse, something the dark haired man did without thinking, but it made your heart race nonetheless. for hours you'd been feeling like life was worth it and it was thanks to the way the entire band had been treating you, but above anyone, ricky, of course.

now that you were older, you realised how stupid you were to believe in him.

being close to each other on large leather lounge chairs near the bar, you could've sworn that time had slowed down for the remainder of the night. nothing you experienced before could ever compare to the birthday you were having. still, a part of you kept on whispering in your ear that you weren't truly deserving of that: you weren't pretty enough, you weren't interesting enough… you knew those were only insecurities trying to destroy your moment but it seemed that no matter how hard you tried, those thoughts just never went away completely despite all the effort you had put into getting ready with your best friend all those hours ago or the fact that, one way or another, you were accompanied by rick. in his arms, more specifically.

“what's going on in that pretty head of yours, star?” he asked, softly pitching your cheeks. the nickname coming from your necklace.

“nothing important," you answered. the reality was that, along with the doubtful thoughts, your brain started to rethink about that night and how one thing so casually led to another until you ended up there with your cheek resting on ricky's chest while the skilled hands of his caressed and massaged the sides of your body.

“i doubt that," he chuckled.

you shifted your gaze back to the older man holding you and just like that all the worries in your mind faded into nothing. your eyes focused on his lips for a millisecond, yet it was enough for him to notice nonetheless.

“would you like to go to my room?” both his hands traveled up towards your face, cupping it on both sides, when the question left his mouth. it was ricky's way to mask the conflict happening still inside his head while still trying to be decent to you.

both of you wanted the same thing, but for different reasons. either way, as soon as he asked you that, you didn't have to say anything else all it took was a nod and a particular expression on your face and before your daydreamer brain could fully process it, you were back in the elevator laughing at the way ricky stumbled over his own feet only to then shut you up with a gentle yet deep kiss.

the way he touched you, the way he tasted and smelled like were numbing your senses, making you weak to your knees. all you wanted then was to be next to him forever. not only was ricky a musician you admired, you discovered he was a great company and showed every indicator that he could be an amazing lover as well.

by a miracle of some sort, the crew managed to book individual rooms for each member of the band, which meant you and rick would have the whole place to yourselves that evening when he opened the door moments after having picked you up in his arms. back then, you thought of the whole thing as evidence of luck: you thought of yourself as the luckiest girl in the whole world.

ricky kicked the door shut and carried you towards the large bed with his hands supporting your thighs around his waist and slightly chapped lips on your neck.

however, right when your back hit the soft surface of the mattress, your body unconsciously froze as your mind began to race at a thousand kilometres per hour with insecurities, fear and anxiety. there were a million questions traveling inside your head that shook the substructures of your confidence that had been meticulously built throughout the years. it wasn't like you weren't used to your consciousness trying to play tricks on you, but that was the worst possible moment for it to happen. besides, you had worked enough on your perception of your own image for things like that to happen the least amount of times possible. so why was your mind trying to sabotage you?

“hey, sweet girl, what's wrong?” rick asked gently. real concern lingered in his grey eyes. “talk to me.”

you faked a smile. “oh, everything’s fine. it's just that–” you stopped, took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. “i’ve never… you know… i’ve never done this before. with anyone.”

richard furrowed his brows and leaned closer to you. he let out a comforting smile in your direction before raising a hand to caress your cheek like he had done hours earlier when he kissed you for the first time.

“don't worry about that, star. don't pressure yourself. it's perfectly normal, you shouldn't compare yourself to other people," ricky reassured, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “do you want me to stop? i can sleep in justin’s room if you'd like.”

“no, no, stay with me,” you quickly fired back. eyes went wide and your left hand instinctively reached for his lower arm, to keep ricky close. “i don't want you to stop. i was only self-conscious, i think. it's all so new…”

“it's okay, pretty star,” olson’s smile enlarged at your explanation. “just trust me.”

his hands gently pulled away from your face and began moving towards the hem of your shirt, delicately removing the piece of clothing off of you and exposing your chest covered by a pretty burgundy lace bra. for a second, you could've sworn that the guitarist had frozen in time after the revelation, which made you both blush and giggle at his expression before you took matters into your own hands and took off his black t-shirt. now, you were the one mesmerised by the tattoos on his skin that seemed to lure you in like a spell of some kind. glancing up at the brunette, you pulled him by the necklace.

in contrary to your expectations of a warm kiss, ricky stopped in the middle of the path towards you and closed his eyes for a brief moment. you had no way of knowing but in his mind, all he could remember was how his former girlfriend used to do exactly that from time to time when she wanted to kiss him. but you weren't her.

“i'm sorry. got a little dizzy for a sec now.” he reassured, looking back at you. and as if nothing happened, the man above you began to deposit lovely little kisses across your chest and towards your abdomen.

“like i said, trust me, sweetheart.” ⭒

the night you spent with ricky was beyond everything you could've expected or even dreamed of in your wildest reveries.

your body felt a bit sore when you woke up around eight in the morning, but your head was bothering you a lot more from the drinking for you to notice anything on the other members of your body. slowly, you recognised the environment as ricky's hotel room but before you could do anything, a weight around your waist precluded any movement of yours further from the stretching. it was his arm, holding you close to the side of his body as ricky remained peacefully asleep on his stomach.

instinctively, you raised an index finger to brush away a few strands of his shoulder-length black hair so you could observe his features more clearly, for in your eyes, richard was a piece of art right there next to you.

“morning," he mumbled beneath his breath. the magnificent grey blue eyes of his remained close, “what time is it?”

“good morning. it's eight fifteen.”

rick murmured a curse word and finally opened his eyes. upon finding you as the first thing he saw in the morning, the dark-haired man let out a smirk before raising his body to kiss your temple. “wish i could stay for breakfast with you, but i have to go. i'm late and the band’s probably waiting for me.”

you watched as he got ready for the day and all the things he would have to do before going on stage and a part of you was positive that from that day forward, you'd become nothing to him. however, olson got out of the bathroom all dressed and ready and before leaving, he returned to the bed where you stayed, got down to his knees and brushed a hand through your hair gently. “i hope you enjoyed last night, that it was as incredible for you as it was for me.”

tracing a thumb on the valley between your breasts, ricky seemed disturbed by the sight of the purple hickeys on your skin. “i'm sorry about this. i shouldn't have gotten so carried away.”

almost immediately you shook your head and brought that hand on your chest to your lips, where you placed a few light kisses on his tattooed knuckles. “richard, don't do that. last night was the best night of my life and i loved every second of it. if anything, i only resent that it is over.”

the rockstar let out a nasal laugh at your answer to his complaint. you were unbelievable and he was starting to hate himself for not allowing his feelings for you develop into something other than maybe a few weeks-long summer affair. you deserved better than him.

“i'll see you tonight, okay? i'll be searching for you from the stage, star,” he gave you a final kiss on the forehead and left for the day.

you, on the other hand, decided to get ready to enjoy the hotel's breakfast with your best friend after a warm morning shower. as soon as you saw your reflection on the bathroom mirror, you stopped thinking about the things you and ricky had done the previous evening and how you were carrying marks of his handling. memories of the way his hands traveled across your skin or the way his lips devoted themselves in offering you a taste of what heaven was like filled your mind and kept you from going about your activities until you remembered that your girlfriend had texted you saying she would meet you at the restaurant.

on the contrary of what you assumed would happen, the shower didn't wash away the late hours, instead, it made you miss ricky more.

still, you finished getting ready with the clothes you wore to the pub, grabbed your belongings and headed out to meet with your friend.

you found her sitting on a table near the many windows. the traffic outside was still heavy, despite being past rush hour; perhaps it was due to the annoying rain and bad weather — it mattered not that it was summer, london would be london until the end of times.

in front of her, two plates of berries and croissants that she had picked up from the buffet awaited your arrival.

“hey,” you said in a smile while sitting down on the chair across from her. tiredness still lingered on your body and mind. “how was last night?”

“already? we haven't even had a cup of coffee yet," she protested with a fake offended tone, that was soon dropped and replaced with the largest smile you had ever seen on her face. despite the gloomy morning, your friend seemed to be glowing, "i'm gonna marry that man, i swear to god, i'm gonna marry that man. go on, write it down: your bestie will become the next mrs. mauro. seriously, you should've introduced me to this band earlier.”

before either of you could say anything else, a waiter approached the table to ask if the two of you would like something to drink. you ordered a latte and your friend a black tea. right as the waiter left your table, she, who was not a fan of the band in the first place, began to explain how the night in the company of vincenzo mauro went. right as they got to the hotel, she noticed how he became even more respectful than he already was throughout the whole time; vin respected her space and kept his distance, which he only breaked when she started to openly flirt with him.

“but then, he told me he was sorry if that was not what i was expecting but that he would much rather watch something together than to do something together, if you know what i mean. we watched spider man and talked like, through the whole movie. and i wasn't even mad about it, he is just so sweet and funny and smart and kind… i know it's the bare minimum but the fact that vin didn't try and force me to do anything warmed my heart, you know?”

you smiled at her rambling, feeling even more happy for her than you felt for yourself. she was your person and her happiness meant more than anything.

for the rest of the breakfast, you two discussed about you and rick: how you talked for hours and hours about many different topics and subjects like you were long-time friends or something; you told her how special he made you feel and how magical it was to know that ricky was going the extra mile only to make sure you were comfortable in doing the things you ended up doing.

it was crazy how in just a single day you went from a mere fan to, a few hours after that, someone who could enter the venue they would be performing at by giving your name to the security guards.

you and your friend were wearing black dresses: yours was a bit more flowy than hers, though. you two decided to go for a simpler makeup, scared that something could go terribly wrong if you decided to try something new but you compensated on accessories. chains, necklaces, rings, big earrings. you two were feeling both the most beautiful and special you had felt in the longest time.

like they said, vin and ricky found a way to grant you full access, which meant you two got to explore the backstage of a tour like theirs before you found your spots by the barricade, right below the right side of the stage. ricky’s side of the stage.

you were having the time of your life enjoying a live performance of your favourite band after such a long time waiting to finally be able to attend a concert of theirs, but every time the guitarist winked in your direction, you felt like your heart could explode at any given moment.

but nothing, absolutely nothing, could've prepared you for the moment when motionless began to perform city lights, even though they hadn't in years. it was your favourite song from your favourite band playing right in front of your eyes. and as if that wasn't enough on its own, the fact that ricky stood there, looking down at nobody but you during the whole song, was making your heart race in ways it hadn't before.

the performance was impeccable: the guys played perfectly, chris sang like an angel and everything was so special that once it was over and you two were heading back to meet the band, a part of you felt somewhat lost or empty.

justin was the first person you found on your wandering; as you briefly hugged him and your friend complimented his stage presence though she soon switched her attention to someone else behind him. someone that opened up a smile equally as large as hers when he saw her standing there.

“hey, pretty” vinny said, taking her in his arms tightly, clearly not being able to hold back his excitement to see her there.

as your friend stood there talking to vinny — whose eyes seemed to shine while looking at her — you remained on your conversation with justin until he invited you to follow him to the greenroom where the rest of the band was resting after the intense show. “rick’s there, just take a left here and you'll find it, i have to take this: wife's calling.”

shyly, you opened the door to the greenroom like justin told you to do. inside, you found ricky sitting on the couch, head leaned back and eyes closed as he tried to slow down his breathing. seemed like there was no one else there — maybe ryan was somewhere else removing the makeup and lord knew where chris went after the shows. the man was always fixing something or resolving a problem.

“hi… may i come in?” you asked, standing by the door in case he asked you to leave him alone for a little bit.

instead, the brunette only smirked and opened his eyes at the sound of your voice. despite the chaos going on in his mind, the conflicting feelings, a part of him still felt a deep sense of relief in your presence; selfishly, rick wanted to have you around even though he knew he couldn't give you what you wanted and deserved.

"of course, sweet girl. come here.”

like the dumb teenager starstruck you were feeling like, you smiled and went to meet him.

“did you like the show?” he asked, taking your hand in his before pulling you to stand between his legs.

“i loved it. you were incredible, all of you.” ricky raised an eyebrow at your answer. “yes, all of you. don't act all dramatic now," you scolded him, rolling your eyes before changing your tone to a curious and confused one, "why did you guys perform city lights? you haven't in such a long time.”

“take a wild guess, star," he chuckled. his hands shifted towards your waist, inviting you to either sit on his lap or next to him on the couch. you opted for the second choice, afraid that someone would enter the room and catch the both of you in an indelicate position. “you told me last night at the pub it's your favourite song and it's your birthday weekend, you deserve something special.”

the words that left ricky's mouth haunted your thoughts for the rest of the time you spent there in his company and the band, that soon all returned for a little get together, since they would have more time until the next concert so it seemed like nobody felt the need to rush getting out of that venue or out of london.

it was close to eleven in the evening when the whole crew — makeup artists, dancers, producers, photographers and more — got together with the band in the greenroom that apparently had a balcony attached to it that you missed earlier. justin was the only one that had gone to the hotel so he could get to bed a bit earlier than the night before. vinny and your best friend were outside on the balcony with ryan and talitha, the drummer’s hand never once leaving her waist.

on the couch were you, rick, chris and angela talking about everything and anything at the same time. rick’s hand rested between your thighs which, in turn, were on top of his while your head rested on his chest.

“hey, you,” the guitarist holding you whispered above your head when chris and angela left to go get more pizza. around the two of you, people were talking and music was playing much like a party backstage of a big concert and yet, as soon as his smooth voice came in your direction, everything seemed to have been muted out for as long as he needed your attention, "would you like me to take you to your hotel? i don't know if you're comfortable here, but we can leave if you'd like.”

you shook your head in denial, a small close-mouthed smile on your lips. “i'm good, i promise. being here, getting to know everyone and them being so welcoming is quite literally a dream. don't worry about me.”

ricky smiled and kissed the top of your head, “you're too good to be true.” ⭒

somehow, you managed to convince your parents — and your best friend’s — that you two had won a competition in which the prize were two tickets for the motionless in white concert in milan. looking back, you wondered how the hell they believed in and trusted two kids to travel around europe alone for well over three weeks. either way, though, you got them to believe you and that was how you and she were cleared to travel along with the band to their next tour stop.

you traveled around milan with your best friend and sometimes with the guys and girls when they had free time to do so. what was supposed to be a week long trip to london for your birthday turned into a three week long trip that became the best trip of your life.

ricky and yours relationship was particularly difficult to label but the way he insisted on making sure you knew how special you were in his eyes gave you the peace of mind needed to continue on that journey. he verbalised his feelings, gave you kisses and hugs that healed every bit of insecurity you could possibly have in your heart; spending time with him never felt like a burden or unnatural, instead, it felt like swimming in the widest ocean. peaceful, quiet, healing.

or so you thought.

it was the night before the milan concert. you and rick were alone in your hotel room and he was waiting for you to come out of the shower and get ready so you two could go out for a “proper fancy dinner date”, as he'd worded.

right as you stepped out of the bathroom, outfit on and hair freshly done, you heard his voice but before you could say anything you found him talking on the phone with someone that, at first, you failed to understand who was.

“yeah, i missed you too. are you really here in milan?” he said with the largest smile you had ever seen on his lips. the same lips that offered you comforting words and wildfire kisses. for a second, you tried to convince yourself that it could be a family member. but your heart knew. “are you free tonight? i’ll come over and meet you. no, no, i'm not doing anything tonight. yeah, okay, just let me know. i love you. bye.”

unfortunately for you, your mouth seemed to work faster than your brain to stop it from asking: “who was that?”

and just like that, unlike before, your voice wasn't a source of relief and peace for the guitarist: it was one of terror. his face went pale upon hearing your question, the smile on his lips died as quickly as his body moved to get close to you as if that would somehow make it easier to digest.

“oh it was nobody important, my star. are you ready?”

feeling enraged by his audacity, you pushed his hand away from your cheeks and took a step back, "i don't go around saying i love you to people who aren't important to me, richard. who the fuck was that?”

his heart froze inside his chest at the face of such an adversity. for the first time in forever, ricky didn't know what to say to you: honesty would tear you apart from the inside much like deceiving you would. that was the worst possible scenario for him and yet, all he could think of was how he was going to get out of this situation without ruining his public reputation to his fans.

he took a deep breath and closed his grey eyes for a second. “my ex. i'm meeting her tonight.”

tears immediately invaded your eyes, even though your mind took longer than that to process the information that you had been nothing but a mere toy for him for the last few weeks. you trusted him with your heart, your respect, your deepest feelings for well over seven years and if that wasn't enough, your body for the first time in your insignificant existence in this world. crushed wasn't even a word destructive enough to begin explaining or expressing just how shallow you became in a matter of a few minutes. on a moment you were on top of the world, the next everything fell apart and you felt like a dirty mess.

a crumpling sensation began to take over you, numbing your senses and making you want to disappear into thin air. you didn't even have the strength or the energy to discuss with him.

“don't fucking talk to me ever again” you somehow got to say it before grabbing the few things you could carry, only to then head towards the door. “i really hope she breaks you like you're breaking me.”

and you closed the door feeling every tiny piece of once was your heart falling to the floor beneath your feet as you carried on your way to go back home as soon as possible.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⭒ part two... under the moonlight