#ricky horror fanfiction

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Friends in Sin - MIW Kinktober 2024

DAY ONE // October 3rd //

Vampire!Chris Motionless x Vampire! Nicholas Ruffilo

Breath Play // Blood Drinking and sharing

100% written

DAY TWO // October 10th

Dom!Ricky x FemDom Reader x Subby!Chris

Latex // Chastity // Impact play?

90% Completed

DAY THREE // October 17th

Owner!Ryan x Pup!Vinny x oc

Pup Play // body worship // humiliation

40% completed

DAY FOUR // October 24th

Stepbrother!Justin x Bio Brother’s Best Friend!Vinny x OC

leather boots // haunted house // edge play? fear play??

20% Completed

DAY FIVE // Halloween

MIW Gangbang! x OC

multiple penetration // voyeurism // other fun nasty stuff

10% completed

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I'll Be Home For Christmas - Ricky Angst

AN: I am really proud of how this one came out, I genuinely love it! Thank you for the request @tearfallpixie ! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

“What do you mean that you won’t be here in time for Christmas?! This is why I didn’t want you to book a flight home on fucking Christmas eve?” 

You want to yell, to scream out your frustration and grief towards your boyfriend, who is telling you yet again that he is missing something important to you but instead you find yourself getting quieter, almost in a whisper as you fight back your tears from his news.

“You-you promised me that you would be home for Christmas after having to miss our anniversary, my birthday, Halloween, and Thanksgiving. Rick, you fucking promised me,” you mumble, lip trembling as you try to keep your tears back.

“I know I did baby, we’re all currently trying to figure out how to get home.  It’s not our fault that the flight was canceled, it just happens unfortunately.  In fact Chris is currently fighting with someone trying to figure out what the fuck we can all do to get home. Ryan, Vin, Chris and I were all booked on this flight and are stuck here.  I know I promised you to be back for your favorite holiday, I’m so fucking sorry and wish I could do more right now,” you can hear the remorse and frustration in his voice, that he was just as upset as you are.

You let out a sigh before responding, “It’s part of being with you, I have to accept that, I am working on accepting that, but it’s hard Rick it is really hard.”

“I know baby, I know.  At least we are taking time off after the holidays for our next album so I will be home for a while,” he says, sounding sad as well which just makes you feel worse.

“Yeah, I hope you make it home soon.  Rick, I’ve got to go, mom is calling me,” you say softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby, I’ll keep you updated,” he answers before hanging up.

Your mother isn't really calling, you just need to end the call before you say something that you will regret during your emotions at the time.  You have to take some time to think about what is going on in your mind before you speak about it, not wanting to take your frustrations out on your boyfriend. 

You make your way to your bed, laying down on his side before you give in, letting your tears finally escape your eyes as a couple sobs escape as it all finally hits you.  Grief from missing him so much the last couple months Anger because he is missing another important thing. Anger because he promised you and broke it. Frustration from spending your favorite holiday alone. But most important, and probably the hardest thing is the loneliness that you feel.  

Your anger winds up winning as everything runs through your head, angry at yourself for trusting his words when he has failed you before.  And angry at yourself because he failed at keeping his promise.

You groan in annoyance, getting up and finding yourself in your living room.  Glaring at all the decorations that are mocking you, at the tree you had to decorate yourself this year.  You let out a growl before you begin ripping all of the ornaments off the tree, crying and frustrated.  Letting a couple break as you drop them while throwing them in a bag so you can be rid of the thing.  When that is done you tear the tree back down, taking it and the ornaments back down into the basement.  You wind up taking everything down in a fury, pissed off and annoyed and hurt.  So fucking hurt, you debated going home with your family but he fucking promised you.

You thought taking everything down would make you feel better, because then you wouldn’t have to sit and look at them when you know you won’t enjoy your Christmas now.. But instead it has made everything feel more real, breaking your heart even more as you sit on the floor where your tree once stood bawling, questioning if your love for Rick will always be enough to get you through the loneliness and heartbreak that you feel so deep.

Meanwhile

Chris walks back to the group, looking a little less pissed off than he was when he went up to the poor lady working the desk, but also frustrated.

“Okay, I got somewhere with her, we may still have a chance at getting home.  The airline has a flight to Philadelphia that leaves in 6 hours out of an airport that is a 4 hour drive away and she was able to get the four of us on it.  So if we can get a rental car, drive to the other airport in time, take the flight we would land in Philly at about 2 in the morning and would all get home around 430 if we can get someone to meet us at that airport to drive us home.  So let’s all start calling all the rental car places around here and see if we can find one last minute on a holiday and make this happen,” Chris says, giving a hopeful smile to his bandmates and friends.

Rick lets out a sigh, praying to a god he doesn’t believe in that they can somehow make this happen and get home for Christmas before pulling out his phone and starting to make calls.

They have no luck and now 15 minutes later Ryan is calling the last place, all feeling defeated and awful when he finally has a breakthrough.

“I’ve got one, it’s a car so we will be cramped with all of us and our luggage but it’s better than nothing.  They are holding it for me so let’s get a taxi and get there before its too late,” he exclaims, getting up from his seat.

Everyone cheers, thankful that they finally found something that will work, hoping everything goes as planned and despite the fact they’ll all be exhausted they will finally be on their way.  Eventually getting to the rental place and now on their way, Ryan drives.

Everyone’s moods have lifted at the prospect that they may have pulled this off and be home in time to be with their families.

While sitting in the car headed towards the new airport Rick’s mind wanders towards you, he tried calling you but you didn’t answer him.  He hopes that you are alright, able to hear you trembling when you speak and it really hurts him to know that you were hurting, especially when he feels like it is all his fault. But the part that killed him the most, that broke his own heart was when you said that it was part of being with him, that you have to accept that.  He honestly hates that he puts you through that, it is hard on him but he knows it is worse on you because you are stuck at home alone when he is off.  You had moved away from your family for him, so you are truly alone and he feels awful that he might not even be there for you at the holidays.  He would do anything if he knew he could erase all your pain and grief, but he knows he can’t.

He hopes that you aren’t taking it too badly, that you will be happy when he surprises you in the morning.  He also selfishly hopes that you are sleeping when he arrives home, that you will wake up and find him in your bed and get the gift he knows that you want the most this year, himself.

Back To You

You find yourself sitting on the couch, feeling a little numb as you continue to look around the room at the emptiness.  You and Rick should be getting home from the airport about now and instead you are sitting here, waiting for him to arrive but knowing he probably won’t tonight, which brings you back to your sorrow. 

You had things all planned for tomorrow, knowing he would be tired and sleep in, you planned to make a big breakfast for him in bed with all his favorites, but not until later in the day.  The two of you would have a lazy day, watching movies curled up together before enjoying a nice dinner.  You had already picked up both his and your favorite Christmas movie from the store, had bought everything, hell you even got some new lingerie for that night once the two of you were relaxed and ready to ahem spend time together.  You had everything figured out for a nice holiday and now you are alone. 

Your mother even begged you to come home for the holiday and you said no because you wanted a nice time with Rick, being his first day home from tour and now you wasted what could be a nice trip home. 

You get a call from him but you don’t answer it, given the time you figure it is bad and that you’ll be disappointed all over again, plus you just don’t want to for a moment, needing this time to figure out what you want.

You finally give up, deciding that you want to go to bed and forget about everything.  You can deal with this tomorrow, maybe if you are lucky he will be home tomorrow night and it won’t be a complete waste of the day.

The Next Morning 

Rick finally arrives home around 5 in the morning, thanks to Vinny's mom who spent her night picking them up from the airport and giving everyone a ride to their houses.  He makes sure to give her a smile and huge hug as thanks before grabbing his bag and making his way up the walkway.  He lets out a huff, before trying his hardest to unlock the door quietly so that he doesn’t wake you up.  He stops in his tracks when he notices that there is no tree up, no decorations anymore, and he knows how much time you spent putting everything up.  You facetimed him the entire time to try and make him still feel like he had a part in it with you. He sighs in disappointment before making his way into the bedroom to be with you.

His heart breaks when he sees you sleeping on his side of the bed, holding his pillow to your chest. He can tell that you were crying, your eyes slightly red and puffy in your sleep.  He shuffles out of his jeans and shirt, quietly sliding on a pair of sweatpants to sleep in before laying down behind you and wrapping his arm around you, smiling when you instinctively roll over and nuzzle your face in his neck but not waking up.  

When you wake up around 9 you are confused at first, you can tell someone is holding you before you even open your eyes.  You shoot up, concerned that someone has broken in, or who knows what but then you notice it is Rick and can’t help the excited squeal that escapes your mouth.

You can’t believe he made it on time, he told you he wouldn’t and you thought you would be alone.  You just watch him sleep for a while, not wanting to move and risk waking him up because you know he had to have arrived late.  But also because you can’t believe that he is currently home, in bed with you.

He stirs after a while, slowly stretching before opening his eyes and looking at you where you lay curled up in his side.  Rather than speaking he moves some of your hair, which is a mess from sleeping, out of your face before leaning in and giving you a soft kiss, both of you lingering in the kiss, not wanting to separate after finally seeing you for the first time in a long time before he finally sleepily pulls away with a smile.

“Merry Christmas Y/N,” he says quietly, neither of you moving nor having the desire to.  He just gave you your favorite Christmas gift, himself, and you couldn’t be happier to be laying here with him, having a lazy morning.  It may not have been the big breakfast and everything you had originally planned but this?  This is better.

[catharsis-in-darkness]

Colorblind: Part 1

Pairing: Ricky Olson x Reader

Content Warnings: angst, self-deprecating inner voice, heartbreak, crying, anxiety

Author's note: Un-beta'd. Here's some angst for you guys! Haven't really been in the mood to write, but this song got the cogs in my brain spinning. I hope you enjoy <3

Inspired by Colorblind -Movements

Breath in, Run fingers over scarred skin.

“Ricky, I just don’t think this is working anymore.” I muttered, staring at him. Tears were forming in my eyes quickly. My heart was slowly cracking into small pieces as I analyzed the expression on his face. His mouth was morphed into a straight line while I could see the disappointment filling his eyes. 

Let the guilt rain down all over me. 

“What do you mean Y/N? It’s only been a month.” I flinched at his harsh tone. You need to do this Y/N. You’re only going to hurt him in the end. It’s better to do it now. I shook my head at him, before looking down at my cup on the counter. The coffee was definitely cold by now. Rick had come over this morning, breakfast sandwiches and coffee in his hand. My heart sank to my stomach the moment I opened the door, seeing the soft smile on his face. 

He was an amazing person and this last month with him had been everything I had ever hoped for. He was caring and sensitive. One of the biggest goofballs I had ever met in my life. He was too good for me. I didn’t deserve it. 

I had years of built-up walls, and it was making it hard to let him in. He deserves someone who could do that for him. Someone who knew how to love him back… 

“Look, you’re an amazing guy and I’m sure any girl would be lucky to have you, but I don’t think that girl is me. I can’t give you what you want.” I stated, my heart panged in my chest. The tears in my eyes slowly started to fall down onto my cheeks. Good job. Now he won’t even get the chance to hurt you either. 

“Why are you even crying??” He questioned; a look of pain washed over his face. He took a deep breath, rubbing his hands over his face. 

Try to justify my hypocrisy.  

“I feel horrible. I know you don’t deserve this.” I whispered, wiping my tears away with my sleeve. It was starting to get harder to breathe. My lungs felt as if they were collapsing in my chest. 

And breathe out, watch the words as they fall from your mouth.

“You’re right Y/n. I don’t deserve this. You won’t even let me know anything about you. I barely even know who you are.” He scoffed. He didn’t even say goodbye as he stood up and made his way out of my small apartment. Flinching as the door slammed shut, my tears now started flowing freely from my eyes. 

They sound pretty sharp, and they probably sting.

About how distant I’ve been lately. 

Sobs racked my body as I slowly moved over to my couch. You stupid, stupid, girl. You really thought he’d fight for you? You’re nothing. You can’t even let your friends in, what makes you think you could ever be in a relationship? The voice inside my head mocked me as I covered myself with a blanket. Poseidon came over to me sitting in my lap as he purred lowly. I gave him a few scratches behind his ears. 

I couldn’t stop my breath from coming out shallow. Starting to hyperventilate, I tried an exercise my therapist taught me. After it didn’t work, I finally gave up and let the grief of losing Ricky consume me. I cried myself to sleep that night.

[jojomiwbvb6]

I need more Ricky headcannons. Please put in asks for my cravings

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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]

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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[cookiesupplier]

Drain the blood out from your veins (nsfw)

pairing: Ricky Olson x Fem!Reader (Chris' Sister)

Summary: Vampire Ricky, back from tour with the band, continues his sexual relationship with Chris' little sister without her brother knowing.

cw: SMUT 18+ Minors DNI, established relationship, Dom/Sub leanings, blood, masturbation, vaginal fingering.

author note: unbetaed, readers beware lol, bit of an anon request so I hope you enjoy!

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @bngurngheart @faceless-mirror

Tags are open for future fics, please let me know if you'd like to be added to my general list.

Ricky was strung out, and he just wanted to go home, sink his teeth into a feeder and gorge his fill. Living off donated blood bags while they were on tour was the most disgusting, and vile feeling in the entire damn world. The sacrifices he made for Chris. Sometimes, if he was lucky when he could, he could pull up one of the feeder chat rooms for the town they were in on an off-day and see if anyone was offering, with a non-disclosure agreement of course. It wasn’t that their fans didn’t know he was a vampire, they did, and they were very aware, but it was highly discouraged for any of them to throw themselves at him offering up their blood.

One too many times had he gotten vials of blood sent in the mail from devoted fans, offering him a taste in hopes that he might want to come and drink from them, personally. So it was made known that he wouldn’t. It was ridiculous really, the worst ones, the blood was turned and rotted by the time it got to him, and at best they remembered to preserve it for transport in the vial, and he knew, it would taste like nothing but the chemicals that had been used to do so if he even tasted a drop. He didn’t, why would he? That kind of obsession was not something he was ever going to touch.

Anyone he drank from that was not a dedicated personal feeder at home, signed a NDA.

There was one exception to the rule for Rick. One person he’d fed from in the past that was neither technically a personal feeder nor he had ever asked to sign an NDA.

He knew she wouldn’t say anything. He knew she wouldn’t tell a soul.

Her neck would be on the line as much as his, and not because of the fans, but because of her brother.

Y/N was Chris’ little sister.

Admitted, Chris would forgive her, he’d never forgive Rick. There was no way in hell that he’d forgive Rick for touching his little sister.

Half-sister technically, but sister just the same, and Ricky, couldn’t get her out of his system, and it would seem, she was no better with the way her eyes had been on him the moment he’d entered the bar with her brother, but they’d switched quickly over to Chris the moment he’d called y/n, a smile immediately flashing across her features for her brother as she ran over and threw herself into his arms. She’d not seen him in weeks, Ricky didn’t miss the way her eyes lingered on him around his side as she hugged her brother.

They’d just gotten home from another stint on tour, and they would be home for a little bit, planning to work on some more music, and Ricky himself was strained from living of months off of blood bags. Sure, it might have been weeks since they’d been home, but months on tours, and barely a good bite here and there if he was lucky? He had thought about hiring a personal feeder for long tours, but the last time he tried, it give an intensely wrong impression, and she’d just gotten so attached when he got home.

He didn’t want that.

Especially when, when he was at home, he had other preferences in mind.

Ricky knew he shouldn’t, but Y/N was always on his mind.. Chris would kill him if he knew about the way he thought about his little sister, the things he thought about her.

He was not, well, there had been a time when he was not the most upstanding vampire there was. Chris wanting him to stay away from his little sister wasn’t without reason.. But did he listen? No.

Did she listen? No.

He did try to stay away from her at the bar, at least, he did try. Knowing that Chris was out the front with the other guys however, laughing, talking, with the chatter of all the other people the only noise that was keeping them hidden, it was just too tempting.. What she looked at him across the room while Chris was busy, her eyes meeting right before she slipped away, he smirked..

Following after a moment.. Throwing back his drink, before slipping right into the women’s bathroom, flicking the lock behind him.. It was easy to tell she was the only one in there, only one heartbeat.. Only one, hers.

Y/N was washing her hands in the basin, facing the mirror and Ricky’s already stormy blue eyes darkened at the sight of her in the reflection, moving behind her in a second, his arms either side of her on the counter, framing her in.

“Did you do what you were told?”

Breathing in her scent up the side of her neck slowly, god, she smelled divine, but that wasn’t the scent that he wanted just yet..

“Yes, Daddy.”

Smirking.. He’d given her very specific instructions of what she was supposed to do before she was to come tonight.. Admittedly, it was supposed to be for a treat for after, but he was impatient, and she was just being so alluring tonight, how could he resist. Not to mention, the mere thought of finding out if she’d behaved and actually done what he told her to, well, it was far too tempting.

“Mmmmm, I don’t know.. Maybe I should find out for myself.. What do you think, BabyGirl.. Should I?”

One of his hands was running up the insides of her legs, his fingers stroking up the bare skin of her thigh, she got that part right to start with,

“No tights, good girl.”

His voice a rasp as he smirked when he saw her face flush warm in the mirror, then as her fingers press harder to the counter in front of her, feeling the way she tried so hard not to squirm but her hips still shifted back against him ever so slightly. Tsking, he tilted his head forward to nip at the side of her neck with his blunt human teeth,

“Stay still.”

A whimper escaped her as his hand continued to travel up.. Until he came to the juncture of her thighs, and his fingers brushed along the lips of her pussy.. She was so wet already and she she whimpered when he denied her more, his hand slipping out from under her dress and lifting to lick the arousal from the very tips of his fingers.. A whine escaped her throat as she watched him in the reflection..

“Such a good girl.. How many did you have up there before you came inside?”

He told her.. She was to finger herself in the car before coming in, but not to cum, if she did, she would be allowed to again all night, and he wouldn’t touch her again, not once, before the next tour.. One orgasm for the price of many? That would be a no-brainer..

“Three, Daddy, please.. I’ll do anything you want. I need to cum so bad.”

Her thighs pressed together and he grinned at her in the reflection.

“Anything?”

She nodded eagerly to him.. He stepped back and patted the counter, up on the counter, face me.. All too eager, she didn’t even need to question him before she was hitching up her dress around her hips and was pulling her tiny frame up onto the counter. How she was Chris’ sister was beyond him, her miniature to Chris’ giant, but she was just a perfect size for Rick.. and fuck if he got his fill every time.

As much as he wanted to fuck her right now, and damn did he want to, it was too messy a clean up, and getting caught by Chris because y/n had his cum dripping down her thigh in the middle of the bar, really wasn’t on his agenda tonight.. That could wait until he got her back to her his apartment and he could take her apart properly. Have her come apart screaming on his cock.. He had another hunger to satisfy now.

Down on his knees before her, her his hands spreading her thighs wide, glancing up to her,

“You don’t cum unless I give you permission, and after I’ve had plenty to drink, understand?”

A whimper escaped her, but she nodded quickly, she knew what was coming, and it wasn’t the bite that was going to be the hard part ti endure, Ricky always like to push her right to the very edge of pleasure and pain.. That was the best part between them, while he fed.. Feeling her body shake under the assault of his fingers, his cock.. Whatever he was doing to her at the time..

His tongue traced up along the skin of her groin of her femoral artery, his favourite place to drink, and the most covert.. Who thought to look for bite marks there. Not to mention, Chris would notice if his sister suddenly started walking around with neck scarves all the time. As his fangs sank into her flesh, her blood pooling delicately onto his tongue, he was careful how he drank, clean, his thumb was rubbing over her clit, drawing a moan from her as two of his fingers pressed into her cunt.. Just as she had been earlier.

Oh, her blood was like pure nirvana on his tongue, she was always absolute perfection, nothing tasted like y/n.. Not her blood, or her pretty perfect pussy. He didn’t know which he liked better if he was being truthful, he could spend all day between her legs in one manner or another, his face covered in her, and he would be a happy man.. Already very dead, but a happy, happy man.

His fingers pumped inside of her as his thumb worked circles over the numb of her clit as her warm blood ran down his throat with each swallow he took. His tongue swirled at her skin with each pull from her vein and fuck.. but then he flicked at the sensitive nerves of her clit a bit hard when she started to squirm with a groan. Lifting his mouth from her skin with a gasp,

“Y/N,”

His voice holding a commanding rasp, looking down at him, her eyes met his with a whimper, her thighs shaking as she held them wide for him,

“You are being such a good girl. Now stay still. I’ve almost had my fill.”

He could have let her cum then, he could have, but he wanted to see how much longer she could last, he loved watching to see how far he could push her, see her walk to the very edge until she couldn’t take anymore.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her thighs pushed a little wider as she pushed herself to satisfy him, there we go, he knew she could do it, such a good girl. A lick of his tongue over the bite before his mouth returned to her beautiful silken skin and drew another pull of her blood. This time it earned a moan from her, he savoured not only the taste of her as her blood pulsed hot, running down his throat so perfectly, but the way she reached for him next.. Her fingers threading into his hair, pressing her fingertips against his scalp as she whimpered.

“Daddy, Daddy, please, I need to cum.”

She was close, so close, he could feel her thighs trembling as she fought to hold them,

“Please!”

The way she pleaded was utter perfection and with a last flick of his tongue, pressing it down hard enough to put pressure on the puncture to stem the flow of blood and seal the wound. Then as he stood up between her legs, his fingers that were buried deep in her cunt, curled to rub at her g-spot as he flicked at her clit as his lips came to hers, fangs scraping at her lips as she moaned,

“Cum for me BabyGirl, cum for Daddy like a good girl.”

All she needed was that little push over the edge, and she was falling. Her shriek as she orgasm smothered by his kiss, no, no they couldn’t let anyone outside here, No Chris, not any of the band, or the crew.. They might come find out what was happening, and find the locked door.. Best they didn’t investigate. Kissing her while he fucked her with his fingers through her orgasm, her whole body trembling with delight as she grasped onto him, panting against him as she did… he grinned when he finally started to hear her heartbeat slowly come down, her eyes starting to come back into focus..

“I’ve missed being able to make you fucking scream properly.”

If Chris killed him when he found out, so be it.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

[ciginatree]

Welcome Home- Ricky Olson x afab!reader

Content Warnings: fluff, unprotected p in v sex, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1.6k

Request by @abiomens: Ricky coming home early from tour to surprise reader, cuddling to possible smut

Author's Note: Thanks for the request! I loved writing this concept, hope I did it justice :) Enjoy!

This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fiction situation.

The clicking of keys echo through your cubicle and you check the clock on the wall above the trash can. 6:02. Just twenty-eight minutes to go and you can leave. Work has been so long today, you were stuck in senseless meetings, mindless phone calls, and all you want to do is go home and curl up on the couch. You wish you could curl up with Ricky, but he doesn’t get home until Tuesday; four days away. The whole band is on the other side of the country touring, and you miss him so goddamn much. I’ll have to settle for cuddling a pillow, you think. Maybe I could spray it with his cologne. The clock strikes 6:30 and you sigh in relief, shutting down your laptop. You slip it into your gray backpack behind your empty lunch container and sling it onto your shoulder. You crane your neck, pushing open the door and clocking out. 

The crisp, late September air whips around you and you tie your scarf tighter around your neck and under the collar of your black leather jacket. Ricky’s black leather jacket. Maple leaves crunch under your boots as you walk to your car, sliding in and sealing off the chilly air. You turn up the heat, rubbing your hands quickly before driving out of the parking lot. 

The drive home is long, scenery blurring by in a colorful lump. Music drifts lowly from the radio as the sun melts over the leafy horizon to create a golden afterglow. You pull into the driveway, parking the car as you let out a breath. Swinging the keyring around your finger, you walk up the leaf strewn path to wedge the key in the lock. The warmth of the house puffs around you as you swing the door open. You slip your shoes off, hanging your scarf on the rack of hooks to the side of the door. 

You stop dead when you look down. Shoes. Ricky’s shoes. “Ricky?” You start jogging through the entryway to the living room, breaking into a sprint when you see him standing in the living room. He meets you halfway, throwing his arms around your waist. He picks you up and twirls the both of you, laughter echoing around the room as you grip his shoulders. Finally, he sets you down, looking into your eyes with the most gentle expression as he leans in to kiss you.

The kiss is tender, full of love. God, the way he kisses is breathtaking. Giving you just enough to know he’s there, but not quite enough to be satisfied. He moves slowly, guiding your lips with gentle pressure as his arm sits securely around your waist. You chase the feeling, completely melting into him as your hand tangles in his hair. Slowly, he breaks the kiss with a small peck before leaning his forehead against yours.

“I missed you,” he breathes out.

“I missed you, too,” you respond, lips brushing his as the words tumble out. “I thought you weren’t getting home until Tuesday?” 

“The last show got canceled due to a scheduling conflict; I decided to surprise you.” He pulls back enough to look at you properly. You chuckle, threading your fingers up the back of his short, raven hair. Sometimes you miss his long hair, but God the short hair is hot. 

“Well, you did surprise me.”

“Good, I’d be mad if I didn’t,.” he chuckles. “Let’s go lay down.” Like a gentleman, he settles his hand on the small of your back as you make your way to the bedroom. He hits the door with the side of his foot to close it as you settle on the bed. Small shreds of light stream through the cracks in the blinds, striping the plush carpet. His eyes follow the creases of the jacket, his leather jacket, that still adorns your body as you shimmy onto the bed. Slipping under the covers with you, he pulls the two pillows closer together before flopping his head onto his own. Pausing, he tilts his head until his nose is buried in his pillow, eyes concentrated.

You raise your eyebrows. “What?”

“Did you sleep with my pillow while I was gone?”

“Wh- I mean, yeah, maybe a couple times.” Your cheeks flush.

He smirks. “I can tell. It smells like you.”

“Ok, well I missed you, what else was I supposed to do?” You defend yourself as he laughs.

“It’s fine, it’s cute. I like that it smells like you.” He shifts closer and wedges his hand under his face, looking at you with those puppy eyes you’ve missed so much. “Tell me about your day.”

As you talk about the long day filled with busywork and endless complaints he shifts one hand up to twirl a piece of your hair between his fingers. “-and my boss is such an asshole, he was… he…” you trail off when the pad of his fingers start to delicately trace your jawline. God, how he can completely numb your brain is still a mystery to you. He just has that effect. Your gaze flicking between his rosy lips and sapphire eyes has him leaning closer until his lips are just barely touching your own. Neither of you move much as you start to kiss once more, the pace leisurely and unhurried. Soft noises escape your throat, vibrating and dissolving into his lips. He shifts, bed sheets rustling, as he slips an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. 

His tongue prods between your lips and you tilt your head as you meet his tongue with your own. The kiss becomes a messy, sporadic waltz; focusing on feeling rather than performing. Your hand makes its way up the soft material of his shirt, the warmth of his chest bleeding into your palm and he groans softly. Still side by side, you hook your leg over his hips to get as close as possible. You can feel him hardening as you start to grind against each other. He breaks the kiss to catch his breath and look at you. 

“Fuck, I love when you wear my jacket,” his voice is breathless and strained. “Strip, but keep the jacket on.” He scoots back to undress himself, allowing you to do the same. You sit up to remove all of your clothing before slipping the jacket back over your bare skin. The lining of the leather is slick and cool as you discard your clothes on the floor. You turn around to see Ricky kneeling on the bed stroking his hard length, the tip swollen and red. A bead of pearly precum leaks out and he swipes his thumb across it, spreading it down his shaft. He smirks at you, jerking his head back to urge you closer. You crawl across the black sheets towards him, jacket shifting open to display your breasts. He eyes them, a low noise escaping him. 

He pulls you to him, pupils black pits of lust and adoration. He cradles your head and kisses you, one arm snug around your waist. He leans the two of you down to return to your side by side position; bare except for the sticky leather. Each kiss deepens your need and you shift as close to him as you can get, groaning when his hard length presses against you. “Ricky, please,” you whisper, breaking the kiss.

“I know, baby, I know.” Ricky grips your thigh to pull it over his waist again. Leaning his forehead against yours, he grasps his cock to push into you slowly. Your eyes flutter and roll into your head as he bottoms out. Side by side, you feel so much closer than other times you’ve fucked. He starts to rock slowly in and out, finding a slow, passionate rhythm. Flush against him, the leather sticks to his skin, the silky underlining glides easily across the back of his hand where it rests on your skin. You moan and keen into him. The slow love making always seems more intense than the rough fucks. There’s something deeply intimate in the unhurried pace you set to explore each other’s bodies. 

“Oh, baby, fuck,” you whimper when he dips his head down to nip and suck at your neck. His breath is labored; strained noises escape him into the valleys and curves of your body. You fever at the feel of him; you’d thought about this moment so many times while he was away. “God, I missed you,” you breathe out. His inky hair fluffs into your cheek as his lips rest beneath your jaw.

“I missed you, too,” Ricky moans. “Missed you so fucking much.”

His thrusts deepen in pace and shorten in length as pressure begins to build low in the both of you. Your hips rock against his, chasing the pleasure he’s giving you. Pants and moans echo throughout the room as he digs up into you. He angles his hips down to drive into your sweet spot and your mouth drops open in pleasure. 

“Oh my god, Rick! Fuck- I’m gon- I’m gonna cum!” You spasm, writhe, and moan with your release; breath suspended in pleasure. The whole world goes fuzzy, all you can feel is Ricky. The way his arm stays secure around you, how his sweat mixes with yours, the soft frizz of his hair wrenched in your grip. The way he releases inside you. His hips stutter up and he’s cumming inside you, his labored groan muffled in your neck as he heaves and buries himself in your warmth.

Neither of you move, breathing against each other and relishing in the afterglow of your highs. With a soft kiss to your ear and a sigh, Ricky pulls out. He slowly rolls onto his back, bringing you to rest on his chest. His heart beats steadily against your cheek, serenading you into catharsis.

“I love you, Ricky.” Your words nestle into his chest, brushing against the dark ink.

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

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Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Thirty-Three

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier, @faceless-mirror & @comforting-madness

Dividers by @samspenandsword @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics

Authors Note: Welcome Back! Same bat time! Same bat channel! You know where to find us! Discoveries are made, by Ricky and Noah.

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, violence, kidnapping, suicidal ideation, torture, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Thirty Three

For the life of him, Noah had no clue how they managed to convince him he needed to be here. Climbing out of the car, he’d tried to drag his brother to come along with him, but his brother had outright turned him down flat. Noah had begged. He’d even tried to bribe Folio, even. However, when he’d admitted that Riyah wasn’t going to be accompanying them, Folio had just told him he was out, that he wasn’t going to be caught dead in the baby store. Dammit. 

So that was why Noah was stuck here with two mated couples. Apparently that's what they called it in gargoyle culture, Chris and Vinny, Justin and Ricky. What the fuck was he doing here? Though, if he was understanding right, they needed, well, everything… he was not looking forward to any of this. Babies were fine, they were great… but him, baby shopping? Come on.

Ricky had headed right to the rocking chairs, looking over them and trying to find one big enough for him and Justin both to use. He wanted to be sure that Justin would be comfortable giving bottles… and Vinny had darted to look at clothes. She had a cart half full while towing another full of diapers. Meanwhile, the employees just looked on confused, as did customers at the gargoyles who appeared more prepared for a biker gang than… Baby shopping.

Chris gently patted his grandson on his the back, he might not have the physique that Chris and Justin had, but he had the tattoos, the height, that they did, so he was drawing the same stares. Ricky somehow was blending in better, perhaps due to the fact he was so eager… or that he was starting to show. Though, he was not the only eager one out of the group. However, for the gargoyles, this was the first shopping trip. When the troupe birthed young in the past, they used handmade furniture, it was all they could use when it came to cribs and the like. 

Looking around, there was so much there they hadn’t even considered using, bouncers, walkers, strollers… turning to stone, taking their children out into the world during the day had never been an open to them. Justin was ecstatic at the possibility, at the thought of taking the twins out in the world… Taking their kids to the park, playing with them in the sun! He rushed over to look at the strollers to look at them, picking at the very first one he found that he could put both the twins in. “Look, this one will fit both the babies in! Let’s get it!”

Noah walked slowly along, glancing over to Ricky by the rocking chairs, sitting in a massive one, about to ask where it was going to go when he heard Justin call out. Anyone might assume that he was about to get a crick in his neck with how quickly his head practically swivelled around to snap and stare at Justin… Oh, shit. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. He was walking as quickly as he could toward the gargoyle, “Oh no, no, no, you have no clue about the safety reviews Justin! Strollers have all kinds of safety hazards you have to watch out for, they are one of the biggest recall items you have to be careful of… You have to watch for, for, the folding locks breaking and sharp points cutting the kid, and straps strangling them, hell, amputation, the buckles coming undone… Breaks going wild, or just the seat just falling apart. Nope, nope.”

The tribrid snatched the stroller from the gargoyle and put it back with a stern look, before looking at all the others, “Nothing leaves this store without looking at the safety review, nothing.” Even the clothes when it came to material, fire retardants, and choking hazards.

Dammit… why was he baby shopping again… this was why Riyah didn’t want to come, wasn’t it?

Ricky was feeling the fabric and looking at tags as Vinny looked up and over. “I'm already looking at what the clothes are made of and looked up the safest brands.” Vinny commented warmly as she returned to looking. 

Rick glanced up with big eyes, remembering safety and looked at the reviews before flying out of the chair, charging towards Justin to snatch him. “I need you to sit in these chairs with me.” He said, not planning on clarifying.

Chris was looking over something called a bouncer, sure there were cribs, but there was the tradition that they always made those themselves, why would they need to buy them. As for the chair that Ricky was sitting in, Chris was almost certain he could probably make one of those as well, so he wondered if Ricky even needed to buy one of those. Hmm. Even so, he said nothing as he watched when the nephilim rushed over to Justin. The gargoyle was confused at the younger’s sudden outburst before his mate spoke up. “Oh, okay… I can do that… and if you like it, I can make one for us at home.”

Noah had pulled his phone from his pocket and started scrolling, he had some research to do on these strollers if he wanted to get something safe enough for the twins. He was not about to walk out of here without something safe for them. Either he looked scary, or his rant was daunting, but none of the sale team had approached him, perhaps they were worried about selling him something not up to par and getting sued.

Vinny walked to Chris and kissed his cheek. “Love.” she whispered, “Want help picking two bouncers?” She asked gently as she heard Rick talking about bottles and explaining the chair, the features it had and all.

The eldest gargoyle smiled to his mate softly before glancing back to the bouncer, but he was unsure about them, “I don’t really know. I mean, all the things Noah said about the things that could go wrong. Maybe it's better if we stick to making our own?” If he could figure out how, he’d never handled a bouncer before, then again, he’d helped raise countless young ones… How hard could it be without one?

Justin raised an eyebrow at the mention of the different functions of the chair, “Fuctions, why would a rocking chair need functions… and bottle feeding?” He paused… “Why am I going to need to feed the babies with a bottle?”

“It's safer, these are for when the babies are awake but no one can hold them so they can still see everyone. And… honestly Chris… I will say a lot of the manufactured furniture, it’s safer if you look at reviews. You know we used to use cloths as teethers? Look at these. These are teethers now. They can be thrown into freezers, and they have ones that are antibacterial…” Vinny explained, talking to her mate about the changes. As Vinny explained the changes, Chris was listening, and taking in the information, the teethers were curious, looking over them. Putting them in the freezer? Picking up one of them, he looked over one of the rings, it was clear with bright color balls through it to keep the babies attention for them to gum on.

Ricky was dumbfounded, “If… I need to have you feed the baby…” there was worry in his eyes. Oh gods, don't let Justin turn into one of those… his eyes watered at the thought. 

Justin looked down at the chair and then back to his mate, his confusion only growing right then, especially when he saw the tears in Ricky’s eyes… “Of course I’ll feed our babies, why wouldn’t I feed our babies… but what does that have to do with bottles?” 

“I… you… you don't need bottles?” He asked softly, eyes watering for a new reason now. Trembling. “Babyboy? Why didn't you tell me sooner?”

No, no, they didn’t need bottles. Male gargoyles could feed their young in the same manner as the female gargoyles, from their chest. The fact that they split their young between their parents, some as soon as they were born, it was needed, he didn’t even need to switch genders to do it either. It took him a moment to remember, that no, Ricky didn’t, didn’t… Right… Justin smiled guiltily, “Well, at first, I was afraid of overwhelming you with the twin news… Then I forgot you didn’t already know.”

Ricky smiled softly before sniffling and kissing him, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “We need a different chair then. One that we can both sit in for breastfeeding. We still need a pump though… just in case and some bottles.” He whispered softly.

Justin smiled at the kiss, so, the tears weren’t about Ricky being upset with him, and that made him happy. Leaning into him, though, the pump did make him a bit confused, didn’t the babies just suck? As for the bottles, humans had weird ways of doing things, they really did, but okay, okay, he was just going to go with it for now. If Ricky wanted bottles, he was going to go with it, they could get bottles. Nodding, “Well, okay, I don’t know what half of the things here are for, when I helped look after the babies before, we didn’t use any of them.” Then again, the babies also turned to stone during the day too, so it was quite different.

Vinny smiled at Chris with gentle eyes. “I want to have our babies…” she admitted softly.

Looking down at his mate, Chris leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Vinny’s lips with those words. He knew it was a difficult subject, she wanted to have their babies, he would do anything so she could, even offering to have them for her, “We’ll have our babies.” He wished he knew a way for humans to do what they did. Why were they created with such limitations?

Noah was looking up from his phone and staring across the area, he could hear the conversation between Ricky and Justin by the chairs. Though, he wasn’t sure how many of the humans and other customers could make sense of the confusion, but that was probably for the best, but him? Was Justin really saying male gargoyles breastfed the babies… okay… okay… did that… could they… what else could they do? Was there something he needed to know here? Was there anything he needed to be worried about here. Thank fuck he always used condoms, always, admittedly not for that reason, but… Noah, shuffling his way over to Chris and Vinny… “Um, can I ask you a question?”

“The bottles are for Vinny or anyone else non gargoyle if they watch the kids… I want to make sure that if you and I are both working or going on a date… we don’t have to worry as much.” Ricky explained softly, leaning his forehead against Justin’s chest with a smile.

Vinny smiled at Chris before turning her attention to Noah. “Yes? What’s up?” she asked warmly, green eyes a bit watery at the hopeless thought she wouldn’t carry their children this time. Distractions. This was supposed to be happy. 

Justin’s eyes were wide with the thought of going on a date, a date, they hadn’t really been on a date, had they? What was a date? He’d heard humans talk about them, but he wasn’t sure he understood the specific difference is spending the night with Ricky at the bar and going home with him, and a date was? “We can’t take the babies with us?” Why would they want to leave the babies behind… 

The slightly glazed look to Vinny’s eyes gave Noah pause, was she okay? “Are you alright, did I interrupt, I can wait, just um…” Ask someone else… He wasn’t really sure he wanted to ask Shade or Riyah… Even asking Chris… 

“It’s okay. It's just… Chris and I were talking about our babies… if we can have any in the future. Go ahead. Ask away, dear.”

Ricky chuckled, “Well… dates are used for one-on-one time. With no one else there.” he explained warmly with a smile, “I’ll take you on one tonight if you like.” He offered softly, “I would love to… honestly.”

If, “If, that, if is sort of my question… if… um…” Noah glanced over to Justin and Ricky, “They are talking about gargoyles, um feeding babies, like, both men and women, right? And um, it made me wonder about… Who… actually can get… pregnant? Do I have to, be, ah… careful about that? Not that I’m not always careful, condoms, always… just… curious.” He was going to kill Shade and Riyah… If he had been fucking them both for some seventy some years and neither of them told him, he could have knocked them up… Yep, yep, he was going to kill them. Him bottoming was different, he hadn’t known… Fuck… Fuck.

Justin grinned slowly, tonight, a date, tonight… “Tonight, really? Yea, okay! Wait, but, shouldn’t we put together all the furniture and start figuring out what we’re going to do for a nursery?” He wasn’t sure how it would work. While angel magic could help expand the apartment to make room so they wouldn’t have to find a different space, he knew Gwynn was having a hard time of it. Justin felt guilty suggesting they move to a different area for the babies. 

“Hey. It’s okay, Noah. How about we go get more diapers? We need them… Chris, can you look up blanket safety like I showed you? And pick some out. If you see some you like too, don’t be afraid to grab some for us, too. Baby blankets are the softest.” she asked, giving Chris the look that she would handle this awkward one for him.

Ricky smiled at Justin, “We should be okay with this… maybe we can move up into an alcove…. We can talk about it with Gwynn. But we have time to get everything put together. We should get some of this done… and we need to have some time just us. We can go out to a nice dinner. Maybe a movie.”

Chris froze when Noah was asking about getting pregnant. It had been a long time since he had needed to have the procreation talk with any of his offspring. Even then, more often than not, it was about the breeding program for gargoyles and the effect of the consent of breeding for them. Now Noah, everything was up in the air, there was no breeding program involved for him, he wasn’t technically a gargoyle. When Vinny took over and spoke of blanket safety, he nodded quickly, “Of course, I’ll, find some good ones.” Smiling softly, before heading to the blankets.

Noah watching his grandfather go before glancing towards Vinny, “Am I not going to like this, and that's why he’s running away like a scared little boy? I know fear, that was, almost… complete terror in those eyes.” Noah swallowed, god… four hundred years old, don’t tell him it was a fluke he hadn’t gotten pregnant somewhere along the way… or… oh… was he sterile because he was a tribrid? Huh, that could be a thing. He’d read that somewhere, but then shouldn’t half-breeds should be too? From what he heard, Ricky was one as a nephilim, so perhaps that didn’t count when the supernatural was involved, so scratch that… 

“It's more… complicated than that.” Vinny said, grabbing a cart and led the way. “Now… believe it or not… consent is required for gargoyles to get pregnant. They have to verbally consent to each other to breed. The reason that Chris got a bit overwhelmed… well… He and I were supposed to have kids. The next time he was supposed to talk about it… was with our littles.” she said softly, picking a few different boxes up, looking them over thoughtfully. “Basically, no one gets around without consent. No one can force it, for gargoyles. Not even an angel command.” she explained, looking at him gently from the corner of her eye.

Justin sighed, he didn’t want Rick to have to move away from Vinny, he knew what the two of them meant to each other, he saw it. It was what Chris, Ryan, meant to him. Yes, he was okay moving a bit from them, but then again, he could live levels away from them and still hear them like they were almost in the next room. It could sometimes be suffocating. “Let's do something tonight, we can sort the nursery tomorrow, how about that? I’d like dinner, oh… what's Putt-putt?” He’d heard about something called Putt-putt, but he didn’t know what it was.

Hold up… “Wait, wait, no accidental pregnancies? No, sixteen and pregnant issues?” Noah looked over to Vinny as he walked beside her when she grabbed the cart while she talked about verbal consent. Oh, he’d had the consent talk, many times over when it came to sex, many times, but pregnancy, that was something else. Pregnancy was about safety, and condoms, not consent. That was, a different issue. However, hearing that Vinny and Chris were supposed to have kids, he fell quiet, and knowing she had died, he swallowed. That was likely not something they would want to think on. 

Oh… angel command. “Right. Angel command… about that… yeah… I, I might have um, um, accidentally, done that. I won’t do it again. I am vehemently against taking away another person's freewill. Personally, I would rather not be a monster.” Coming up to the newborn nappies, Noah quickly reached to pull off a massive box from the shelf to leverage it into the cart for Vinny.

“Putt-putt is a sport. We could do that. It’s very fun and calm. I think that’d be fun. There’s a dragon themed one.” Ricky offered warmly to Justin, “I think that would be perfect. Putt-putt and dinner.” he said, beaming, hugging him tightly.

Vinny smiled sadly, “No accidental pregnancies.” she established, “I… wasn’t supposed to have kids with Chris. We were mates from the same unit.” she explained, before looking him over, “Angel commands can be used for good. Gwynn asks for consent, usually… unless it's an emergency.” she added, “They can be kind, but… most angels aren’t kind. For gargoyles, Justice, Gwynn… is a saint to all gargoyles… Most angels are cruel.”

Fun and calm sounded perfect, as much as a thrill would be a great. Fun, and calm though, Justin knew they might be lucky to make it through dinner. That was how gargoyle pregnancies went, Ricky had been so tired, but the two of them going out and having some time together, having fun, he looked forward to it. “Perfect.”

“Mates aren’t supposed to have kids, why?” Noah felt laid bare when Vinny looking over him, as if she were studying him for his confession. He truly didn’t want to use that power, ever again. He wasn’t sure how much a command could be used for good, he knew he’d used it for information, but he couldn’t forget the look of pain on Shade’s face, and it had killed him to see it. It made him think about his mother. Talking to Atsuko yesterday after Folio left, he found out that the gargoyle had been his father’s best friend, and the reason the others hadn’t known about his mother was she had been a nephilim. They were considered dangerous by most, not all, so he had kept her away from the others, protected her, loved her… His father hadn’t even known about him before he died… Wait… “Justice?”

Ricky kissed Justin softly, “I’ll need a nap beforehand, but I don’t think you mind.” he said softly, “Mid-afternoon nap together…?”

“Mates… are not allowed to breed because the twins are supposed to…” she breathed for a moment, closing her eyes. “They’re separated. One per parent to keep troops diverse…” she said softly, “But… yes. Justice was Gwynn’s chosen virtue. No one has held it since. But… Gwynn’s been… Through a lot. The easy way to say it.”

Justin smiled, his lips against Ricky’s, “Definitely. Now, let’s decide on which chair we want, need you comfortable Daddy.” Not to mention, with the plan of the bottles and, the hope of future babies, anything they buy today would be used by far more than just them.

“Oh,” He wasn’t aware that Gwynn would have a virtue like the gargoyles. Noah didn’t know a lot about gargoyle culture, but he knew a little, enough that he knew Riyah’s virtue was Integrity, and Shade’s was Tact. Maybe next time Ryan threw him off the roof he’d go see Gwynn about it, then again, the way Vinny said Gwynn had been through a lot, he sighed a little, “Yea, I got that, from the other night.” He fell quiet for a moment, “Don’t worry, I won’t be talking about it, Ryan made it explicitly clear, issues from that night, are better off left unsaid.” At least to Atsuko. Noah had a feeling he should just stay out of the Heaven crap altogether, he wasn’t a part of it anyway, he was an outsider. 

As he spoke, Noah was adding baby wipes, a ridiculous amount, to the cart, then he stopped, looking back towards Vinny with a look of realisation, “Perseverance, Responsibility, that’s their virtues…” He felt like an idiot to have not connected that, he’s been distracted by seeing Shade’s pain that night and the news about his grandfather and father. “Do you have a virtue? Will I? Did Folio?”

Ricky nodded, beaming gently as he looked up at Justin lovingly, returning to look. His hand holding Justin.

Vinny took in Noah’s realization. “It's not usual for handlers to have one. I was Authenticity. And you will have one. Folio did. He was Cheerfulness.” She sighed softly, thinking back.

Noah couldn’t help but wonder how, why, what it took for him to get a virtue. He was four hundred years old, wasn’t like he was about to change any time soon, he wasn’t very, distinct in a gargoyle kind of way… or virtuous at all. Smiling a little though, cheerfulness, he could see that, he could. “I’m not very virtuous though, I mean, this whole thing is because, wait…” Noah stared at Vinny for a second when he considered what they’d been talking about and realized he’d gotten sidetracked, and he hadn’t actually gotten the answer he wanted to. “Okay, I know you said gargoyles can’t get pregnant if they don’t want to, right, but you didn’t say whether male gargoyles can get pregnant and carry babies in the same way they can feed them?” If they had those parts, did they have the other parts too? 

“The body adapts itself. I as a gargoyle wasn't born female. It was what I chose. We can choose our presentation.” She explained warmly watching him.

Chris sighed as he heard the conversation as it continued, he knew this would be a struggle, especially this part, this question. Pushing a cart full of blankets, he wasn’t about to skimp, blankets for everyone, not just the babies, besides, he remembered who the babies were in the past, they could be rascals. They would need so much of everything, everywhere in the Church. “Choosing our presentation is the greatest gift, so is the gift of being able to switch our physical gender when we were assigned partners in the breeding program. For example, despite mates in the same unit not being allowed to breed, should Honesty and Cheerfulness have wished to breed it would have been simple. Either Atsuko or your brother would have had the choice to switch their physical genitalia for the duration of their breeding until the birthing.”

Now that would have been an interesting pair of babies for sure, Chris, however, continued, “Let’s not tell them I used them as an example, shall we?”

Vinny smiled and turned to kiss Chris's shoulder, gently nuzzling him lightly and thoughtfully. “Thank you.” She breathed out.

Noah looked between the two, that was interesting, but he understood when Chris spoke, no, males couldn’t have babies, but at the same time, they could. Gargoyles were whatever they chose to be, and that realization, seeing Vinny had been reborn as a human. As difficult as Noah knew as it was for many a human to live that life, for someone who had known this life as a gargoyle, that freedom, to be trapped now, it must be so much worse. Well, he was glad she wasn’t giving up.

“Okay, diapers, wipes, powder, I saw Justin with the bouncers, I picked out the stroller and have the tag so we can pay at the counter… High chairs… Babies gotta eat when they get big enough, can’t forget that.” Noah wasn’t going to give up either, they might not be his babies, but he was willing to help… “I’ll, ah, go take care of that.”

Vinny smiled and nodded, “Thank you, Noah.” She said softly before embracing Chris once more with a soft smile. At least she was understood…

Chris arms wrapped around his mate with a sigh, he loved Vinny with all his heart and soul, it didn’t matter the body she came back to him in, he’d always love her. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “Did you have a good talk with him?” He hadn’t listened in to all of it.

She nodded, “I think he understands gargoyles a bit better, but I think Gwynn will finally be able to have a calm talk with him about angels as well. But… I'm worried about them.” she confessed softly.

Sighing softly, Chris nodded, agreeing with her, “I am also, I have been since they returned. I’ve been attempting to get them to take things slow, continue to heal, not push themself. I have a horrible feeling they are blaming themselves for everything that has gone wrong.” It didn’t help that Ryan was falling apart, and had been tortured by the very angel that had replaced them. “As much as Noah needs help, I’m afraid of putting that pressure on Gwynn.”

Vinny nodded, “I just hope Ryan can talk to them about it and explain himself… they need it…” she sighed softly, “Jerahmiel… He said he’d come back…” she whispered before her throat tightened, foggy memories surfacing.

Chris was quiet, explaining himself, explain… the slap… If Vinny had walked back into his life just the same, after a thousand years, claiming to have never died… it would have killed him. There would have been no slap, he wasn’t sure it wouldn’t have just… Then again, he didn’t think he’d have survived the thousand years that Ryan did. Swallowing, “Gwynn has assured me they’ve intensified the wards of the Church, and we have continued the patrols. Once the boys have moved in and settled, it’ll make things easier. I hope Shade and Riyah are willing to help join us.”

“Me too… I…” Vinny's eyes were glassy and watery. “It wasn't… it wasn't hellhounds. Or humans.” She whispered as she looked up at Chris. Should she tell him? What would happen if she did… or didn't?

Something about the way she spoke, the way she looked at him… 

Chris… stilled.

Not hellhounds. Not humans. Not what he was told, by… him.

“It was Jerahmiel.” Taking in a breath, steel, calm, he shook his head, “BabyGirl, I won’t let him get anywhere near you, ever again.” He would destroy him first, period. He was done dealing with Jerahmiel. 

“He's going to try to kill Ricky. That's what he meant-” she said, swallowing despite her mouth being dry. “He's going to try to hurt Ricky-” Vinny whispered, hiding her face against his chest, trembling. “He…”

“He won’t get the chance.” The firmness in which Christopher spoke as his embrace tenderly squeezed her in contrast wasn’t just her mate, it was every bit the original gargoyle that had out lived every other gargoyle that walked the mortal realm. He was both world-weary and battle hardened. “I know he is coming, and he won’t get his hands on him, I promise you, Ricky, the babies, they will be safe.”

She nodded slowly, closing her eyes and melting into his chest, “I trust you… I always have.” She whispered.

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❝ rock me ; ricky olson

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, mentions of smut / english is not my first language. i did change a bit their summer tour from 2019 but bear with me. please.

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 life forever in ways he wasn't prepared to. after you, all his life experiences were thrown out the window and all he could think of was when he would be deserving of meeting you again.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⭒ 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 your nineteenth 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 traveling 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 dress 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 the 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 nineteen 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 saw 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. 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 — even though you couldn’t actually see them properly, 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 ‘iris’ by the goo goo dolls 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?”

“tonight’s my nineteenth birthday.” you answered, 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 is 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 were nineteen years old, never had your first kiss 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 quickly 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 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 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, you were young, 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, afterall you were just a young girl: 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 bryan. 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. 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 hair, 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 that night. 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 kilometers 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. you're only nineteen, it's perfectly normal that you're still a virgin, you shouldn't compare yourself to other people” ricky placed 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, please 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. “trust me.”

his hands gently pulled away from your face and began moving towards the rim 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 before: 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.

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. 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, your friend, 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. 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 talked about how you and rick 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.

somehow, 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 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, 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. 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 on the backstage of a big concert and yet, as soon as his smooth voice came in your direction, everything seemed to have stopped or 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 two nineteen year-olds 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 perhaps 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 sweet 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.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⭒ part two... coming soon

[arkiliastuff]

The Angel of Music - Part One

Ricky Olson x Female Reader

N/A : So this is one is (probably) going to be a very long fanfic that I will do in several parts. I got this idea on my mind one day, I felt very inspired about it, and thought it would fit into Ricky's vibe somehow (jhfkjdfdh). I'm very excited to share this one. I had much more fun and felt more comfortable by writting in this format, so I'm certainly going to keep it :D

Warnings : Some fluff and angst. Romantic tension (idk how to call it)

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It was the end of September. Autumn leaves falling from the trees in your city, with the air getting colder and rainy. Because of the cool breeze, you tried to cover up your nose and neck with your scarf. Walking in this weather didn’t bother you though, since you liked it. But you didn’t want to get sick. Your voice and throat were very important for your job as an opera singer. 

And today was another day of rehearsal at the opera. So you woke up early this morning to enjoy the drizzle. You weren’t freaked out walking there alone. You liked that spooky atmosphere. Usually you didn’t go to the opera this early. You preferred going there when the evening came and going back to your home when it was pitch black.

Your coworkers were worried about you when you did that. So they convinced you to come earlier in the morning, so you could go back to your flat, safely. Even though they did ask you if you wanted them to accompany you or drive you back home, you always declined, enjoying being alone. 

You didn’t want them to tag along because your introverted and anxious ass was too scared to ask them or even bother them with your problems. Plus you didn’t even know if you could trust them. So you made up an excuse : being alone was easier for you to be aware of your surroundings. It made you look paranoid sometimes but you were always cautious, giving a dead look to the people glancing at you.

And so your coworkers started to call you the “Lone Wolf”. You didn’t care about the nickname, if they were mocking you by saying it, you were more appreciating it. It made you look cool and mysterious.

You finally managed to arrive at the opera, easily and safely. When you saw the security guard waving at you to welcome you, you nodded your head as a salutation.

“Good morning, miss” He said to you politely.

“Good morning Alfred” You replied “ Are the others here ?”

“Hmm.. It seems you are the first of your singer co-workers who have arrived. But you’re the second to be early at the opera this time”.

“Oh ? A rival ? That’s interesting. Who is it ?”

“A musician from a metal band called Motionless in White. He asked me if he could train himself at the opera today. I said it was open for few hours before your group arrived, miss”

Motionless in White ?! Your heart skipped a beat. You’ve heard this band’s name before. It was one of your favorites you listened to during your youth. You were such a hard fan of their music.

Thank you for letting me know, Alfred. Well, I better go and start to warm up my voice. Have a nice day”

He replied to you very respectfully, letting you enter the opera. Alfred wasn’t the real security guard’s name. It was actually you who gave this nickname to him, since you were always struggling at remembering names. And the first time you saw the security guard, so respectful and polite, it reminded you of the butler in Batman’s comic books. You couldn’t help yourself but letting out your thoughts at that moment. Surprisingly, he took this nickname very well and didn’t get upset about it. He was even playing along with you. Since that day you kept calling him Alfred.

He was the rarest human being you tolerated in this job. To you, your coworkers were too much and were making you uncomfortable, with their hypocritical behavior, by asking questions about you, pretending they cared. They always ended up socializing between them, anyway. So you tried to avoid them as much as possible, barely talking to them. 

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize you were already in front of your dressing room. You unlocked the door with your keys, but before entering, you noticed, in the corner of your eyes, something shiny on the floor. You crouched, looking closer. It was a black metallic key attached to a string. A necklace ? Someone probably lost it. You picked up the key, keeping it in your jeans pocket until you find their owner. And, in case you couldn’t find the owner, you could give it to the lost items office, which was also Alfred’s responsability. 

Once you changed your casual outfit to your scene one, a white shirt with black pants, you locked up your dressing room and headed to the main stage, with your music sheet in one hand. As you got closer to the main stage door, you heard a melody. A guitar sound.

And then, a voice. A beautiful voice. Almost divine. Someone was singing. You felt shivers running through your spine. It was so magnificent to your ears. But also it was very melancholic. As you were getting few ideas about who this musician was, you finally decided to pull the door knob, getting in.

The stage was illuminated by the chandelier, just above. Though it wasn’t the only thing that was enlightening the room. As you went down the stairs, you saw a silhouette of a man, short dark haired, sitting on a chair, playing his guitar with an intense focus. He was wearing a lot of black clothes, a sleeveless jacket that was revealing his arms covered with tattoos. You noticed he had few of them on his neck as well. As you got closer, you realized who this musician was.

Short dark hair, pale skin, blue grayed eyes… It was Ricky Olson for sure. You’ve listened to the band's music for a long time and loved a huge majority of their songs. You loved the lead singer's voice, but the one who interested you more was Ricky. Each time you could hear his voice, in a Motionless song, you were excited. His voice was enchanting. You couldn’t stop listening to it. Plus his personality was so adorable you were melting every time you watched his numerous tour vlogs. Yeah you were an absolute Ricky’s fangirl.

Seeing him alone, in front of you, at the opera of your hometown, was making you crazy. The more you were getting closer to him, mesmerized by his voice and play, the more you could feel a heat wave overwhelming your body. Your heart was beating so fast in your chest, you thought you were having a heart attack. At this rate, you were convinced that even Ricky could hear your heart pounding so much.

As he heard your thoughts, he lifted up his head, looking in your direction while he stopped playing. The sudden silence in the room made you feel a pressure on your shoulders, like you were caught up on something. You felt the urgent need to explain yourself.

“Erm… Hello.. Sorry for interrupting you. I didn’t mean to. I’m actually an opera singer who practices here.” You muttered so awkwardly, choking on your words.

Ricky stared at you with his icy eyes, perhaps gauging you, as he let you talk. But, oh my God, even like this, you knew you could die happily. His gaze on you was so deep. It made your cheeks blush.

“An opera singer, huh ? I see.” He said abruptly, surprising you a bit.

Gosh, even his talking voice was so soothing and divine. His quiet tone didn’t help to calm down, though. It was the opposite.

“Don’t worry about interrupting me” He kept saying “I am the one who came here, in the first place. Pretty unusual for a metalhead, right ?” He chuckled softly.

You were about to pass out on every word this man was saying to you. It was very bad. You loved hearing him laugh quietly, already.

“It’s fine… The security guard told me about it. You can stay if you need to… So, hum.. you are ?”

“I’m Ricky Olson, from Motionless in White. You can call me Ricky”

“I’m Y/N” You said, your voice shivering. “Enchanted to meet you. I’m a fan of your band.”

He arched a brow, a bit stunned, but he kept his sweet smile to you.

“Well, thank you ! That’s very flattering coming from an opera singer. I wasn’t expecting that at all. What a pleasant surprise.”

A pleasant surprise, he said. He gave you an indirect compliment but still… It made you smile. He said you were pleasant… You threw away this random thought coming in your mind. Come on, it wasn’t the time to make weird scenarios.

“I've been a big fan of metal and metalcore music since my childhood. So that’s not new, for me. I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover” You tried to joke nervously.

Ricky giggled as an approval. Oh God, you loved hearing his sweet and quiet laugh. It was so cute.

“Plus, metal and opera singing have more in common to what we might think. And I want to combine these two different styles, if I get the chance to perform on my own.” You added, feeling more brave to talk, all of the sudden.

“Oh really ? Well, I can’t wait to see you perform one day.” He said, with a shy smile, and then looked at your sheet. “What were you rehearsing on ?”

You almost forgot your music sheet you were holding in your hand, too absorbed and excited by the conversation.

“Oh ! Erm… It’s a musical about the Phantom of the Opera.”

“I’ve heard about it” He said, his curiosity peaked. “I watched a movie about the musical. Very impressive. Who are you playing ?”

“The main protagonist girl, Christine.” You replied timidly. “ And I need to practice the part where she follows the Phantom in his cave, below the stage.”

“Can I see it ?” He asked so politely you felt your heart melt.

You lend him the paper, not daring to look directly at him or even touching his hand by accident, even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to make things awkward for him. He didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment as he was reading the script. Just a minute after, he lended you back your sheet, a serious or a poker-face look on his face.

“If you need a partner, I can be the Phantom for your rehearsal. I have memorized his lines. They aren't that long. It’s to make it up to you for disturbing your workplace.” He said as he owed you something.

You felt your jaw drop. You didn’t even believe what you just heard. Ricky... offering his help to play the Phantom for you ?! He didn’t need to apologize or even to feel like he owed you. The opera was open to the musicians after all. You were too happy about his request. Even if it was for a few minutes long, you thought you were gonna pass out for the second time. Also you were very amazed by his photographic memory to remember lines in such a short time.

“Well, you don’t owe me anything. Don’t worry about it. But, if you don’t mind, it would be an honor for me to rehearse with you” You cleared your throat.

You saw him smile, again, looking down on his shoes awkwardly. Then, he removed his guitar and chair away, trying to get some space. It was so thoughtful and adorable of him. Did his cheeks get pink colored just now..?

You turned your back on him, slapping your cheeks to get your focusing back. You did a few voice warm ups, before getting into your character. The kind, innocent and beautiful Christine. Your complete opposite. 

You didn’t even remember how your coworkers and manager agreed to give you such an important role. They were always saying your voice was fitting her. You weren’t sure if they were mocking you or not about it. Either way, you didn’t like that role. It was putting you out of your comfort zone, making you more vulnerable than you already were.

But strangely,  in front of Ricky, you didn’t mind being vulnerable. You barely met him, for real, only for ten minutes, and yet it felt like you knew each other for ages. His presence was making you feel more at ease. Almost reassuring.

Once you were ready, you shifted to face him, waving your arms with grace as you were dancing.

“In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls me, and speaks my name.”

You spined on your feet, slowly getting closer to him while keeping singing.

“And do I dream again. For now, I found The Phantom of the Opera is there… Inside my mind.”

You paused, remembering the piano notes playing while you danced quietly. Then it was Ricky’s turn. He took a step forward to you and reached a hand in your direction, like a gentleman. You could tell something has changed in his temper. As if his aura was getting more mysterious and sinister.

“Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me, in glance behind. The Phantom of the Opera is there… Inside your mind.”

Oh God, you were having goosebumps when you heard him sing so low, and yet, so divine. He was so elegant by singing these lines. He was charming and elegant all the time, but this… This was different. Both of you were getting closer to each other, each time you were singing. Your turn came again.

“Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear...”

“It’s me they hear.”

Then the part where both of you were singing along came too.

“Your spirit and your voice, in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there…”

“...Inside my mind…”

“...Inside your mind.”

Ricky was getting closer to your face, gently putting a hand on your back as if you were dancing together. You didn’t push him away. You were too much focused on your role and on his. He glanced at you with his blue iced eyes which was making you melt even more inside.

“In all your fantasies, you always knew. That man and mystery…”

“... were both in you.” You finished.

This time felt like the two of you were talking directly to each other and not as your characters. At least, that’s how you felt. Both of you kept singing together, your voices harmonizing. You remembered the next coming verse was the one you were the most struggling with, while Ricky was making you spin gently on your heels.

“Sing for me, my Angel of Music.” He said.

“He’s there… The Phantom of the Opera.”

“Sing for me.”

As he said, you began to vocalize gradually, getting higher and higher.

“Sing, my Angel of Music.” Ricky ordered.

You obeyed, getting even more higher.

“Sing for me.” He repeated more deeply.

You did as he said, feeling your voice getting so high pitched, like an angel would’ve sounded. It was so graceful, you even surprised yourself by doing it. You didn’t think it was possible for you. Yet, you felt you were soon getting out of breath and tried to hold on for the last part.

“Sing for me !” He said louder.

And so you gave every breath you had left in your lungs. Pushing your voice to its limits. As you were screaming. Screaming for the Phantom in front of you.

You managed to hold ten seconds of the scream before stopping. Ricky looked at you with widened eyes, impressed and captivated by your performance. You were catching your breath as you saw his mouth moving, talking to you. But you didn’t hear what he said as he was interrupted by loud applause coming from the stands, which surprised you both.

“Bravo ! Bravo ! Absolutely stunning !”

You recognized the voice. It was your manager’s, ruining this beautiful moment you had with Ricky. You knew this wasn’t a good sign for you. You just hoped that eccentric man wasn’t going to drag Ricky too, in to whatever mess he was planning…

[beaker1636]

I is for Impact Play (Sorry to you Iguana lovers)

AN: I actually really love this one and hope I did it some justice... this is just kind of where my mind went. I wanted to showcase the love between them while he also did some things that might hurt her too, if I am making any sense. Anyways here ya'll go, hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this one!

“I come bearing a gift for you,” Justin says the second that Rick opens his front door, the shorter man grumbling at how excited the other is.

“Well you are clearly in a good morning,” Rick says, rolling his eyes and stepping aside so his friend can step into his house out of the cold weather.

“I won’t be here long, I was just dropping this off for you letter before Vanny and I go out for lunch,” he hands the bag to his friend, waiting to see how he reacts when he opens the bag.

Rick takes a look inside the bag and then glances at Justin, confused. “Is this not something that starts with F?” he asks, holding the flogger that he pulled out of the bag in his hand.

“It works for I because Impact Play.   The flogger came from Chris, he promised that he hadn't used it yet.  I was just asking where to get one because if anyone would know it would be him.  Anyways, Mia said that Naomi has asked about what it feels like before and she also mentioned that Naomi has said she enjoys being a sub sometimes so I figured… give you guys a treat that you would enjoy after last time.  So yeah, I for impact play.  Have fun!”

Justin practically bolts from the door before Rick responds, not wanting to face Rick should he be upset because being on Rick's bad side is something nobody wants.  He didn’t realize that Rick was actually looking forward to this, it is something new for you both but nothing ridiculous.  

Later 

Ricky glances out the window at you, noticing that you have been sitting in your car for a couple minutes since you got home.  Judging by how you are slumped in your seat and seem to be lost in thought he can tell that it has been a bad day for you, meaning that you would want to cling to him the second that you did walk into the house.

He moves to sit on the couch so that he is ready for you when you slowly get out of your car, making your way in the house.  You tend to crave his touch and love when you have had a bad day, so he knew what to expect.

The second you kick off your shoes by the front door you make your way over to him, straddling his lap as you sit and burying your face in his neck, happy when his arms wrap tightly around you, holding you close.

“You good baby?” He asks you softly, one of his hands rubbing circles on your back while the other stays on your lower back.

“Yeah, it was just a long day is all.  Give me a few minutes and then I’ll be out of your hair,” you mumble, kissing the side of his neck softly while you sit there.

He gives you exactly what you need, sitting there in silence slowly rubbing your back while you try and relax some.  He honestly misses these moments with you and loves them just as much as you do, but he has never told you that.  When you relax enough you finally break the silence.

“What is our letter baby?” You ask softly, moving so that you can look at him while he answers you.

“Impact play, Justin dropped off a flogger for us to use tonight.  I know you have been curious about it, and judging by your mood… do you want me to take charge tonight? Make all your decisions for you so that you can relax and have no responsibilities? It has been awhile since we have done this,” he asks you softly, watching your face to see your reactions as he asks.

You nod your head against his neck again, not wanting to say out loud that you are excited to try this, Mia really has made you interested in this side of things but you aren’t one to ask for any of it.  Rick has always had to somewhat guess or get hints of the fact you are into these things from Chris, and that is simply because Mia has mentioned that they have talked about them.

“Alright, I want you to go shower, wash away your bad day while I go and finish cooking dinner.  I’ll help you get dry and dressed once you are done baby girl,” he says softly, moving so that he can leave you a soft, delicate kiss.  Letting you know that he is getting into the role already, letting you give up control to him.

“Yes sir,” you respond before slowly climbing off his lap and making your way to your bathroom so that you can take your shower.  Taking your time washing your hair, using your favorite body wash, and just relaxing as the hot water helps relax your aching muscles.  Letting yourself slip into sub mode as you slowly feel the tension leave your body.

Stepping out of your shower you text him letting him know that you are done, he comes to get you out of the bathroom and leads you to your shared room.  

“Should we get you dressed and ready for tonight my sweet girl?” He asks you softly while going through your drawers, finding his favorite black lacy set that he thinks looks amazing on you before making his way over to you.

He slowly peels the towel off of you, starting to slowly dry your body with it while ghosting his fingers along your skin, leaving teasing touches as he moves.  He finally moves to help you slip into the bra and panties he picked out for you before he moves to towel dry your hair.  Once it is just damp he braids it for you, taking his time to lightly massage your scalp as he goes, knowing that it will help relax you more.

“Thank you sir,” you say softly, not making eye contact as you glance towards him.  You usually avoid it when you are in this state of mind, finding you tend to be extra shy when he takes care of you like this.

“I am going to go get our plates ready, I want you to put your remote control egg in while I do so and then meet me at the couch with your silk rope for me baby, okay?” He instructs you, again leaving a soft, lingering kiss on your lips before slipping out of your room so that you can do just what he asked of you.

When you step into the living room, restraints in hand, Rick opens his arms and directs you to step towards him, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’m going to tie your hands behind your back before we eat, I have it all ready so that I can feed you, give you a drink when needed. I told you that I am going to take care of you, and I intend to do just that.  If any of this is too much let me know baby, okay?” He asks you, looking at you closely to make sure that you heard his words.

“Yes sir,” you reply, before turning your back towards him so that he can tie your hands behind your back.  You give him a nod when he asks if they feel alright before having you sit on the couch next to him.

Rick does just like he says, giving you a sip of water and then a few bites of your food before you suddenly feel the vibrator turn on.  You aren’t expecting it when it happens so you lightly squirm, caught off guard when you suddenly feel it moving inside of you.

“Don’t cum without me saying it is allowed, I would hate to have to punish my sweet girl,” he says lowly, offering you another bite of dinner as the toy continues to vibrate inside of you.

He continues to edge you for what feels like hours but in all actuality was maybe about half an hour as he feeds you.  A few times just to tease him back you suck or nibble on the fingers in your mouth which earned you a couple smacks to your thighs, not that you are complaining about it at all.

He seems to be able to tell when you are getting close, stopping and shutting off the toy every time before you fall over the edge.  Desperate to cum you figured out if you shift just right he doesn’t notice and it makes the toy move in a way that feels amazing, but he caught on and made you stop right  away.  When you finally finish dinner you let out a sigh of relief, praying that it meant that the edging was done and he might finally let you get off.

“Are you ready to move to our room?” He asks you softly as one of his hands runs lightly over the skin of your thigh, knowing that you wanted him to move his hand up higher but never doing it, not ready to give you what you need from him.

“Please sir,” you huff out, unable to help the whimpering tone that your words have as they come out. 

He stands up first, grabbing your elbow softly so that he can help you stand up and also helping you keep your balance as you walk into your bedroom.

Stopping right in front of the edge of your bed he turns you so that you are looking at him, giving you one last soft, gentle kiss. “Tell me if it is too much and I need to stop, okay? Don’t be afraid to tell me I need to stop.”

“Of course,” you respond, now feeling him lightly pushing you towards the bed, urging you to lay down.

“On your belly baby, fuck, I am going to make your ass the prettiest shade of pink tonight,” he groans out as he helps you lay down exactly how he wants you in the center of the bed.

You feel the bed dip as he kneels next to you, slowly sliding your panties down your thighs as he trails his hands over your ass and thighs with them.

“Fuck baby girl, you are drenched.  You like me tying you up only to take care of you and edging you while you are unable to stop me don’t you?” you can hear the groan in his voice as he lightly trails one of his fingers through your folds, feeling just how wet he has gotten you.  “Do you think that you can be good for me if I left the toy inside you while you are flogged?”

“Yes sir, I will be good,” you whine out, shifting slightly. “You would like to see it in me right sir?”

“Yes baby, I think I would like to see it inside of you,” he says with a chuckle, leaving a stinging smack on your ass after his words are out.  You moan softly and try not to move after the spank, wanting to be good for him so he continues to do it.

“This is going to be perfect if you can promise to stay still for me,” he says, now moving off the bed again, you feel goosebumps raise on your skin as you know what is now coming.

“I’ll be good, promise.” Well, I will try the best I can, you think after the words leave your mouth.

“Close your eyes baby girl, focus on what you are feeling, how good you are going to feel,” he says softly, moving across the room to go grab the toy that you have been waiting for all evening, wanting to feel the cool leather on your skin.

You feel the toy inside of you buzzing back to life before the first lash hits you, making you whine as the pain radiates across your ass.  Not a terrible kind of pain, but feeling like a strong thud, almost like a stronger spanking.  You fight the urge to shift as it comes down on you again, your body slowly adjusting to the feeling and relaxing, bringing you right to the edge of something you can’t describe from the two toys.  Some of the blows moving to your back as he continues, but never doing it too hard, and rubbing spots that he can tell are getting really sore before he does another one.

“Come on baby, cum for me, surrender to what you are feeling,” he says with a groan when he can tell you are close again, you finally let go, letting this orgasm wash over you in waves, more intense than you have ever felt before in your life.  You find yourself slowly going limp as he stops, slowly removing the toy from you and untying your arms so that you can move.

“Do you think that you can take me baby? I won’t be upset if you say no, you did such a good job giving yourself to me like that,” he whispers more praises to you as you come down from your high.

“Yes sir, please, I want to feel you inside of me,” you whine softly, pulling on his shirt to get his lips on yours as you both lazily kiss for a moment.  

You slip his shirt off before letting him pull away so that he can remove his jeans and underwear before he settles himself back over the top of you, kissing you gently again as he slides inside of you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to you as he begins to rock his hips into yours, slowly thrusting inside of you, teasing you at first.

“Please, just, I want you to fuck me, you pant out, begging for him to get rougher.

He gives in, giving you what you want as he harshly slams his hips into yours, getting rough with you as you both feel the orgasm build inside of you.  You finish first with a loud moan when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, sending you over the edge.  A few more thrusts and he releases inside of you, slowly stilling his movements.

The two of you lay there for a moment before he slides himself off of you, grabbing a washcloth that he already had in the room to help you clean up.  Gently cleaning up the mess that is between your thighs before sitting next to you again on the bed, pulling you into his arms.

“You did so perfect baby, so well for me.  You don’t hurt too bad do you?” he asks, watching you closely.

He can tell that you are starting to drift off to sleep when you go to answer, “it was nice, but let’s not do it too often.”

He chuckles, noticing that your eyes starting to close he helps you move so that your head is laying down on the pillows, then moving to lay next to you, moving so that he is spooning with you before pulling the blankets over both of you.

Truthfully, he has shit he wants to get done, that he needs to get done.  But you look so comfortable, so perfect laying there all fucked out and tired that he can’t bring himself to leave you, he feels like he has to stay with you so he gives in, curling up with you and letting himself go to sleep early for the night.  All while thinking that he hopes he made your day better, he knows that letting you fall into subspace always relaxes you, and if he can do that for you even just a little bit one your bad days he gladly will.  This man will do whatever he can to help you, willing to give you the world if he could, and he drifts off to sleep thinking about just how much he loves you, thinking that maybe he needs to stop hiding the ring that he has for you and finally ask what he has been wanting to for awhile.

[ch4p3lofbl00d]

Eternally Yours~Ricky Olson

Y/N Pov

I'm in the pantry, looking for pasta noodles. I'm making pasta for dinner; both me and Ricky have been craving it for weeks, but I finally went to the grocery store today to get what I needed to make the pasta.

I got the noodles, sauce, cheese, and meat. I think that's everything. I put the noodles in the pot, while the meat was cooking. I heard footsteps enter the kitchen, and warm, strong arms wrap around my waist, and a soft kiss getting planted on my head.

"Hey baby" I smiled, looking my husband, Ricky's voice. "Hi love" I looked up at him, and saw him smiling at me, softly. "What you making, love?"

I poured the sauce into the meat and stirred it around, and said "pasta" I smiled as Ricky started jumping up and down like a child on Christmas or some shit.

I felt his strong arms wrap around my small figure and hug me tighter than he ever has. I never thought he would be this happy about pasta, but here we are. "I didn't realize that you loved pasta that much" I laughed, and saw him shake his head and say "I love pasta, but I love you more, Mrs. Olson. You're eternally mine until we both rot in hell"

I blushed when he said that. Whenever he called me "Mrs. Olson" it made me feel butterflies and made me blush like crazy. Ricky has this effect on me. Whenever he's around or whenever I think about him, I immediately start having uncontrollably butterflies.

Even after being married for almost two years, it still happens and I can never control it. I guess his cuteness has control over me.

I heard him chuckle at my pink tinted cheeks. I felt his lips on me once again, but this time they were in my lips. I kissed him back, and smiled into the kiss.

We both backed away after a few seconds, and I continued on making dinner with some help from Ricky.

As I was mixing the noodles with the meat sauce, I started quietly singing 'Eternally Yours'. I was hoping that Ricky wouldn't hear because I'm insecure about my singing voice, but to my luck, he did hear.

His arms once again wrapped around my waist, and his beautiful, angelic voice, whispered "so tell me your secrets, join me in pieces. To rot in this garden made of stone. Eternally yours"

We spent the rest of the night, dancing and singing to Motionless in the kitchen. After we ate our plates of pasta, we laid down on the couch, cuddling each other, watching old interviews of Motionless.

I nuzzled my face into his neck, and slowly fell asleep, laying in his arms, feing safe. Before I fell asleep, I felt Ricky's lips kiss my head, and him quietly singing "I'm willing to rot in hell with you"

Thank you so much for reading! :3 🖤🥀

[fangirl94stuff]

Working on 3 new Motionless In White fanfictions :)

[circle-with-me]

RICKY OLSON REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN CLOSED!

I received quite a bit of interest on my post about writing for Ricky the other day so I’ve decided to open requests for him.

If you would like to request a fic, please send your request to my inbox. I will be accepting requests until April 10th.

Please keep in mind that I do not write the following:

Sexual Assault/Rape/Dub-con/Non-con

Power Dynamics/Imbalances (Coach/player, teacher/student, etc)

I am happy to write reader, ofc, pairings with other band members, fluff/smut/angst, etc. My anons are on if you wish for your request to be anonymous.

[ghoulbat666]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

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

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