#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]

This Place is Haunted - Ricky Olson x fem!reader

Summary: When a group of friends decide to perform a seance in one of the most haunted spots in eastern Pennsylvania, things take a dark, bloody turn.

Content warnings: language, gore, death, Ouija board/seance, mentions of sacrifice, murder, suicide, child death; fluff

Word Count: 5.4k

Author's Note: Sorry this took so long to finish! Thank you all for being so patient, it turned out a lot longer than I expected and took a long time to edit. Shout out to my sister for being my beta tester. Enjoy!

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

Ricky POV

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I say, breaking the silence in the van. At my feet is a backpack stuffed with flashlights, gloves, a first aid kit, candles, and to top it off: a Ouija board. I had dabbled in the paranormal before, I live in a haunted house for fuck’s sake, but I had never thought to take it this far. I mean, breaking and entering into the most taboo spot in this part of Pennsylvania? There’s no way in hell it can end well.

“Seriously, Rick? You’re gonna back out now? This was basically your idea,” Angelo groans.

“Yeah you literally won’t shut up about this place and how much you’ve been wanting to ‘check it out’,” Balz emphasizes with air quotes, momentarily taking his hand off the wheel.  

“I didn’t mean I wanted to actually break into the place!”  

“Whatever man it’s too late you’re not getting out of this van.”

I sigh, sinking into the seat of the car, accepting my fate. I look down at my watch: 11:13 pm. The only people out in this podunk town now are druggies and night shifters. Moving here from Seattle was a drastic change, a welcome one, but drastic nonetheless. I left my hometown to join the band a few months ago and I have to say, I got some nasty culture shock. 

“Wait, why are we going to Chris’s? I thought he wasn’t coming,” I say as we turn onto the familiar street.

“He’s not. Y/N is,” Balz remarks smugly. 

“What?!” Y/N has been helping out with some of the more local shows since before I joined the band, she’s Chris’s neighbor so we’ve gotten to know her pretty well outside the shows too. And it’s no secret to the band that I’ve developed a bit of a crush on her. I groan, dragging my hands down my face and slumping into the seat. Goddammit I really can’t back out now. Balz pulls into the driveway and honks twice. A few seconds pass before Y/N exits her house. She turns around and locks the door before bounding down the steps towards the van. She slides open the door and settles into the window seat to the left of me, giving a quick greeting. 

“Oh Y/N, that seat belt is broken, you'll have to sit in the middle seat,” Balz says looking in the rearview mirror. Bullshit. I meet his gaze in the mirror, glaring at him briefly. I know exactly what he’s doing. 

“Oh. Ok.” Y/N replies nonchalantly, sliding over into the seat next to me. I scoot over a bit so she has room to buckle. I meet her gaze, giving her a small smile before looking out the window. Balz pulls out of the driveway and starts heading down the backroads towards the abandoned house. I feel stiff. I can sense her right next to me, our knees practically touching. I try to keep my breathing steady to not give myself away. “So…what exactly is the story behind this house?”

“Why don’t you tell her Ricky? You’re the one who’s obsessed with the place,” Angelo jokes. My cheeks heat up a bit and I pull my lips into a tight line. I neutralize my expression and turn towards Y/N to respond. 

“Long story short, a bunch of culty shit happened in the 1960s. Sacrifices, mania, suicide; that sort of thing,” I mutter out quickly.

“C’mon you can do better than that. Seriously, give me the details,” Y/N looks at me, eyes full of curiosity. 

I sigh, exhaling through my nose. “The Banes family moved into the house in 1962, the house was newly built. Emily Banes, the mother, started getting into the occult and paranormal pretty soon after they moved in. She believed there was some sort of spirit in her house that she needed to please, she basically worshiped it. In ‘63 she gave birth to Henry, who was born with his limbs all twisted up. The doctors did their best to fix him, but it didn’t work too well. Emily believed that the defects were because the spirit was angry with her, but the truth is she took thalidomide during the pregnancy to help with morning sickness which caused a malformation of Henry’s skeletal structure. About a month after he was born, she ritualistically sacrificed him in the living room in an attempt to ‘please the spirit’. She buried him in the wall and claimed he died from the defects,” the car is dead silent now as I continue,.”Emily went manic, blaming her husband, Robert, for Henry’s death. She tore into the wallpaper and brick, ripping up her fingers trying to find her baby. The neighbors found her roaming the neighborhood at night muttering to herself and digging in their bushes. She ended up stabbing Robert 34 times in his sleep before tying an old curtain around her neck and jumping off the balcony that overlooks the front room. The house has been lived in a few times since then, but has been abandoned for decades. Rumor has it that if you light candles in the shape of a pentagram in the living room, close your eyes, and listen you’ll hear a baby shrieking faintly in the walls.”

The silence was thick in the car, suffocating as we drove over the gravel backroads. I bite my lip, pushing the lip ring with my tongue as I wait for someone to speak.

“Jesus,” Y/N finally breathes out. I look over and her eyes are wide with shock. “We’re seriously doing a Ouija board here in the middle of the night?” There’s more than a hint of fear in her voice. 

“Don’t worry, Rick will protect you, won’t you Ricky?”

I roll my eyes at Angelo’s jab before turning my attention back to her. “Seriously though, it’ll be fine. I’ve got a pocket knife if things get tough.” I tap my pocket, smiling.

She chuckles, “Oh boy, ghosts watch out Ricky’s got a pocket knife.”

I laugh as the van slows to a stop. The run down house looms into view of the window. Taking a breath I grab the backpack in front of me before sliding the van door open and hopping onto the gravelly, dirt filled terrain. 

***

Glass crunches under my feet as we enter the house. A curved staircase shadows the entryway, what’s left of the musty carpet hanging loosely on the wooden stairs. I follow to the right of the staircase, the grained wooden floor of the front room coming into view. It’s littered, the sharp odor of urine assaults my nose and my chest heaves. I bring the sleeve of my sweater to my face and cough into it, holding it there in a feeble attempt to mask the smell. “Oh my god, I can taste it,” I wheeze.

“Christ!” I swivel around in time to see Balz coughing and swatting frantically at a cobweb caught on his face. I laugh maniacally into my sleeve as he hacks up half his air supply. When he’s regained his composure I sweep my hand out in front of me, gesturing for him to lead the way. Shuddering, Balz smacks my arm out of his path glaring as he speed walks past me. I snicker, falling into step behind him with Y/N behind me, and Angelo bringing up the rear.   

 Dust sparkles in the rays of our flashlights, the wood protesting beneath us. I sweep my flashlight over the area, taking in the decay. Clink. I aim my flashlight down in front of me, searching for what I kicked. A slim cylinder, caught in a notch of the wooden floor. A needle. Like I said, druggies. I swipe it over to the wall with the toe of my shoe and continue into the room. 

“Woah, is that…?” Y/N’s flashlight points up, the light bending off the ancient crystals of the chandelier. The broken light casts a speckled spotlight onto the twisted iron railing lining the balcony that overlooks the living room. The mangled railing leaves a gaping hole; a mouth filled with rotting iron teeth and a gruff wooden tongue. Mutilated shards of metal angle down the overhang, beckoning us to join it in death, just as Emily had.

“Yeah.” I say simply. I try not to imagine what her body would’ve looked like swinging below the chandelier. I slip the backpack off my shoulder with a jangling thud and crouch down to remove the supplies. Y/N brushes dirt and leaves away from the gear with the side of her shoe, taking a seat across from me. Legs crossed and hands folded under her chin she watches as I set up the seance. I pull out the candles and the Ouija board, furrowing my brow I rummage through the fabric. “Shit, I forgot a lighter.”

“Here,” Angelo paces back from the chipped wall he was inspecting, plunging his hand into his pocket to remove an old lighter. I take it from him, stowing it away in my hoodie.

“Thanks. Balz get over here!” Balz whips his head away from the dusty window and trods over to us. “Ok, here’s how this is going to work. We’re gonna set up a pentagram with the candles and us, the Ouija board, and the final candle will be in the center. Do not blow out any of the candles once we have started the seance, do not taunt the spirits, and absolutely do not end the session or remove your hand from the puck without saying goodbye. Or I will kill you. Got it?” Everyone murmurs some form of acknowledgement, looking around at each other. “Good. Everyone grab a candle and start setting up.”

The candles aren’t fancy, just small unscented tea candles found at the convenience store on Main Street. My back shivers and I take a breath as Y/N sets down the last point of the star. She, Balz, and Angelo rejoin me in the center as I unfold the board, placing the planchette in the center, and the final candle at the head of the panel. “Ok. Everyone turn off your flashlights.” Clicks echo throughout the room, and we are blanketed in an inky darkness. I stand up, withdrawing the lighter from my pocket and flick the metallic gear once, twice, the third time sparking a flame to life. Warmth dances across my fingertips and illuminates a burning orange under my face. I walk the perimeter of the star, igniting the candles one by one until the only one unlit is in the center of our little group. I tilt the flame, charring the pure wick of the final candle. Extinguishing the light in my hand I return the lighter to Angelo and cross my legs, filling the final gap on the sides of the Ouija board. Y/N sits fidgeting with the hem of her shirt to my left, Angelo to my right, and Balz across from me. I bring one knee up to my chest, folding the other beneath me. I grin in the lowlight. “Alright, let’s begin.”

Each person in the group places the first two fingers of their right hand on the planchette. We drag the puck along the perimeter of the board in three stalking circles, thinning the veil between worlds with each scrape of the cardboard. The planchette comes to rest in the center of the alphabet and I hesitate. “Shit, what are we even going to ask?”

“Probably should have thought of that before we started,” Balz hissed.

“Ok, ok just-” I sigh. “Hello?” Silence. I glance around, the flames stand still as unmoving soldiers. A lighthouse to whatever could be lurking here. I feel a chill skate along my back and I repress a shudder. A thud sounds from the back of the house and we whip our heads around, holding our breath. A small creak follows, then nothing. We all wait, turning back to stare at the unmoving puck expectantly. Nothing. “Must’ve been a rat or something. Somebody else try asking something.”

Y/N inhales, biting her lip before speaking. “Um, is… are there any spirits here? God I feel stupid.”

“You’re fine, let’s just wait a minute. See if something happens,” I tell her, eyes remaining fixed on the board. We wait, silent, for thirty seconds.

“Holy fuck!” Angelo panics suddenly. The planchette twitches, dragging itself with a scraping sigh along the board. “Is anyone moving it? Rick, are you moving it?”

“No, I’m not moving it! Now shut up!” The deformed heart shaped piece advances slowly towards the left of the board before coming to a rest. B. My heart is pounding in my ears, filling the silence between us all as the planchette resumes its movement. A. Another drag, quicker this time. B. One last scrape. Y. 

“Baby?” Y/N whispers.

“Damn. Baby? Like the baby, like the one in the walls?” Angelo hisses.

“Are we talking to Emily Banes?” I ask, ignoring both Angelo and Y/N. The planchette moves swiftly across the board. My eyes widen, startled at how quickly it responded. It barely stops at each letter before jolting to the next one. D.E.A.T.H.

“It’s not even answering the damn questions!” Balz exclaims. The planchette hasn’t stopped moving as it spells out another word. D.E.C.A.Y.

The puck whips wildly as it spells, possessed by an unseen force. My fingers tingle as my arm jolts to accommodate the movements of the piece. S.H.I.F.T. 

“Ricky, I don’t like this. I- I don’t feel good,” Y/N pants out next to me. 3. I turn my head to look at her. Fuck. Her face is flushed and strained, her head bobbing slightly as her eyelashes flutter. P.D.Q.L.Q. At this point it’s spewing letters faster than we can register. W.K.H.K.R.X.V.H.

“I’m calling it. We’re done.” I say shortly.

“Dude, we’ve only been doing this for like 5 minutes,” Angelo argues.

“I don’t fucking care, we’re done!” I shout across the board. “Circle the board three times and say goodbye.” But the second we try to move the planchette it plants itself in the center of the board. “What the fuck?” I push as hard as I can with my two fingers. The flames are flickering like flags in a hurricane, and the top point blows out and another creak sounds from behind us. I smack everyone’s hand off the planchette before curling my fingers around it and ripping it from the board. I stand up, hurling it across the room with a shout. It clatters into the wall before ricocheting and skidding across the floor. Momentary silence. Perplexed breathing huffing into the empty space. 

“Now what?” Balz hesitantly asks. I look around at everyone, silently questioning. 

“What if we explore the rest of the house?” Angelo proposes. I look at Y/N, raising my eyebrow slightly. The color has returned to her face, but she looks unsettled. 

“Sure, might as well,” she shrugs her shoulders. Balz and Angelo move to blow out the rest of the candles, gathering up the Ouija board. I turn to her as they walk out of earshot.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to,” I don’t want her to feel pressured into doing this, but curiosity is sprouting steadily in me. 

“Yeah I’ll be fine,” she gives a small half smile, but her eyes look uneasy. I nod warily, walking to the backpack to pack up the rest of the supplies. We decide to leave the candles where they are to cool off.

“What if we split up?” Balz suggests, side eyeing Angelo with a glimmer in his eyes that I don’t really like. 

“Yeah, I’ll go with Balz, you two go upstairs and look around,” Angelo replies, grinning evilly. Figures. 

“Sure, works for me. Everyone meet back at the candles in 30 minutes?” Everyone agrees, and I pull two flashlights out of the backpack. Angelo and Balz click their lights on and start walking towards the back of the house, down the corridor towards the kitchen, leaving me alone with Y/N. I hand a flashlight to her and tilt my head towards the staircase. “Let’s go.”

We make our way to the musty set of stairs together, the wood damp with rot. I take the lead in case any of the stairs give out. The planks creak and moan with every step of our feet on the curled carpet. When we reach the top I look out over the banister, pointing my flashlight down into the room and I sense Y/N step beside me as she peers down past my shoulder. 

“Jesus, that’d be a nasty fall,” she mutters, “Shall we?” She sweeps her flashlight dramatically over to the end of the hallway.

My mouth twitches up in a half smile. “We shall,” I respond just as dramatically. We laugh, making our way to the last door of the hallway. I nudge it open with the end of my flashlight, coughing at the unsettled dust. It’s a bedroom. A metal framed bed sits in the left corner, opposite from a closet with sliding wooden doors. I walk over to the bed, inspecting the stained mattress that lays upon it. Crouching down, I direct my beam of light under the bed. I wrinkle my nose at the empty beer cans and stand up. 

“Hey, Rick? Can I ask you something?” I turn towards where Y/N is inspecting the dirty, steel framed window. 

“Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

“Why’d you guys invite me?” I pause.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this kind of seems like a guy’s trip sort of thing, so why was I invited?” I bite my lip, toying with the ring as I try to think of what to say. I sigh, folding my arms and averting my eyes, a heavy knot forming in my stomach. 

“Balz and Angelo think I have this… I dunno, a thing for you or something. So I think they invited you to try and get us to spend time together,” I mumble quickly, toying with the sleeve of my hoodie.

“A ‘thing’? What, like a crush?” 

I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as I stammer out a response. “I guess? I dunno, it was their idea.” 

“Do you have a crush on me?” She takes a few steps towards me and I can feel the humiliation burning me alive. “Do you like me like that?”

I lift my eyes to look at her fully, expecting disgust written all over. However, she looks curious with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. I search her face before giving a small answering nod, nerves eating away at my stomach. Before I can say anything else she grasps the front of my sweater, crashing our lips together in a messy kiss. I inhale sharply before closing my eyes and leaning into her. My heart swells and beats like it’s trying to escape my chest and I bring one hand up to cup the back of her neck as the other snakes around her waist, pulling her into me. She tastes heavenly. She tilts her head, deepening the kiss as our lips move against each other softly. Finally, we break apart, gasping for air. 

“I like you too,” she whispers. I break into a smile, huffing out a breathless laugh before pulling her back into me. I kiss her passionately, groaning at the soft noises she makes against my lips. I brush my tongue against her bottom lip, pushing it into her mouth when she parts them. She gasps and threads her fingers into my hair, tugging softly. I groan, squeezing her hip as I lick into her mouth and work my tongue against her own. 

I stumble us both backwards until my calves hit the bed and I sit down, tugging her down beside me. Not caring about how filthy the mattress is, I wrap my arms around her again, dipping my head down to kiss and suck her neck. I caress just below her jaw, sucking and gnawing at the tender skin, reveling in the way she tilts her head back. I pull away, grinning, and in the moonlight streaking through the window I can see the forming mark. I rest my forehead against her own, massaging her cheek with my thumb. “Be mine? Please?” 

She pecks my lips and I can feel her smile into the kiss. “Of course,” she chuckles lightly. I smile, pressing one last kiss to her cheek and sighing before checking my watch.

“Shit, it’s been almost half an hour we should get downstairs,” I clamber off the bed, grabbing my discarded flashlight. I take Y/N’s hand and lead her out the door when we hear a bloodcurdling scream. Balz. I freeze, squeezing her hand, and peer around the corner, praying to god that this was some sick prank he was pulling. Peering out I see a man, thin and tall dragging Balz by his ankle into the living room. There’s a dark trail following beneath his body and it’s then that I register the knife. Adrenaline shocks through me and runs my blood cold. I eye the front door gauging how fast we could get there. My head snaps back down to see the man on all fours, drooling, and scrambling for the staircase, Balz groaning on the floor long forgotten as he clambers right towards us. His hand hits the bottom step and I backpedal as fast I can, yanking a terrified Y/N with me back into the bedroom, making a beeline for the closet.

I slide the wooden door closed as quietly as I can. Circling one hand around Y/N’s mouth, and the other around her waist, I back us up into the closet as far as we can go. Moonlight bleeds in through the wooden slats and spills onto the floor before us. I can feel her hyperventilating against my palm and a lone tear drips onto my wrist. Without saying a word I turn her around and pull her into my chest, stroking her hair as I shush her gently. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry you got dragged into this. Baby, I need you to calm down, or he’ll hear us,” I whisper shakily into her temple. I try to remain calm for her sake, but I’m sure she can feel my heartbeat rapidly pounding in my chest. I can feel her near silent tears staining my neck as she bites down on my hoodie to muffle her breathing. I lower us down to a crouch, minimizing our appearance. Y/N clings to me harder, shaking, eyes shut tight against my neck. I keep one hand on the back of her head for comfort and bring the other to the pocket of my jeans, drawing out my pocket knife. I flip it open slowly, looking down to adjust my stance.

My heart drops and my breathing stutters to a halt. The moonlight is gone. My gaze trails up to see a bony figure, staring through the slats of the closed door. My grip tightens on Y/N’s head and I press her further into my neck. She tenses, holding her breath with me. A croaking, throaty chuckle rises into existence.

The motherfucker is laughing on the other side of the door. Deranged. That’s the only way to describe this corpse of a man. The laughing melds into a gurgling cough, the fit ending in a deep, guttural groan. “I know you took my baby,” he sing-songs in a hoarse moan. His gaze is at the wrong angle to be looking at us. He’s talking to the goddamn door itself. “You put him in the walls.” He giggles before giving a wet sniff. He trails his wet knife across the slats like a child playing a xylophone. A drop of blood oozes off the knife and in between the slats of the wood. Balz’s blood. It drops off the grain and dribbles next to my foot with a soft patter. I jerk my leg towards my body and stare at the crimson droplet in horror. 

I snap my gaze back up in time to see the man slam his head into the doorframe, the force of it rattling the sliding doors. “I KNOW YOU TOOK MY BABY, GIVE ME BACK MY BABY,” he bellows, repeating each phrase with every bash of his head. Y/N jumps, gripping the back of my jacket so hard I think it might tear. Through the slats I can just make out the outline of a syringe sticking out from the crook in his arm. He cracks his skull against the wall once more before stumbling across the room to the window with a low groan. “Why’d you take my baby?” he sobs, before smashing his head through the glass with a shriek. 

Now that he’s away from the door I jump up, bringing Y/N with me. She’s trembling, her eyes red from tears. “Ok, on the count of three I’m going to open the door, and we’re going to run like hell to the front door, got it?” Another crash followed by an unearthly howl and glass shards tinkling to the floor. She shakes her head frantically, eyes wide.

“No, no, no, no, no. He’s right there he’ll get us-”

“Hey, it’s ok I’ve got you, I promise,” I grasp her shoulders and plant a quick kiss to her forehead, sliding my hand down to clutch hers, the other one gripping my knife in front of me. “One… two… three!” I slide open the door and hurdle out of it, Y/N right behind me. I fling my arm out to turn the corner out of the room, when I’m suddenly wrenched backwards, Y/N’s hand leaving mine as I stumble. The force of it all sends the knife flying out of my hand and into the hallway. I whip around to see Y/N on the floor, the man gripping her by her hair. She cries out, sending elbows and fists backwards as she tries to regain her footing, but the man is just out of her reach.

“Get the fuck off her!” I shout, diving at the man. He yells, letting go of her to claw at me. I punch at his face blindly, landing any hit I can. “Y/N, go find Angelo!” 

“What about you?” 

“Go!” The word ends with a wheeze as a hit to the stomach knocks the wind out of me and I slump to the floor. The man starts after Y/N again and I scramble up, tackling him to the ground just outside the door. I look over to see her reaching the staircase before I’m hoisted up roughly by my arm. Up close, the man is more rancid than I could have previously thought. There are missing patches of hair, replaced by gummy scabs; his pupils are extremely dilated, the surrounding whites cracked with streaks of red. His lips are chapped and bleeding and his sallow face has numerous cuts from the glass he smashed himself through, the blood smeared across his puckered face. 

He slams me into the wall and I gasp as my head rebounds off of it. He chuckles leaning in close to me and I can smell his putrid breath. He mumbles croaky nonsense into my face and I bring my knee up to his groin. He lets go of me with a grunt and I punch him again as he stumbles back towards the railing. I heave against him with a final shove and his foot slips, catching the empty air between the disconnected pieces of mangled iron. He tumbles backward over the edge and I feel myself lurch forward. He’s caught my wrist.

My heart falls to my stomach as my feet leave the ground. I lock eyes with the man as an iron bar catches him, sliding through his spine and out his stomach with a gurgling choke. But I don’t stop. I pass the iron bars and freefall over the banister and past the mouth that caught the man in its teeth. For a moment it’s peaceful. Until my head cracks against the floor and my entire body goes numb. My vision blurs and I can just barely see the man skewered above me, hanging like a repulsive, mounted beast. Like Emily. 

I hear Y/N scream my name through the fuzzy haze before everything fades and I’m falling once again into darkness. 

***

Beep

Beep

I slowly wake to the feel of sheets over me, a steady light beating down behind my eyelids. My head feels like it’s going to explode. I blink my eyes open, shutting them again quickly at the burning of the sterile white lights. I try again, blinking and squinting as my surroundings slowly come into focus. I could hear the steady beeping of machines, each short sound stabbing my skull like a knife. There’s a warm weight on my hand, and I anchor myself to it. I turn my head slowly, gasping sharply at the splitting pain. My whole body aches, I feel like I can’t move.

I pant from the effort it takes to turn my head, tilting my eyes down and I see her. Y/N. Her hand is wrapped around mine, her head resting on our conjoined hands. Her hair cascades down on the hospital bed, her breath fanning gently across my fingers. She doesn’t look hurt and my chest heaves a collapsing sigh in relief. I attempt to curl my fingers around her hand, but pain shoots through my arm the second I try to move it. I hiss in pain, dissolving into a coughing fit that feels like it’s going to tear me open. Y/N snaps her head up, standing to lean over me. The light blurs around her, giving an angelic effect I wish I could admire more, but the strain in my eyes prevents me. 

“Hey,” she says softly. Her voice sounds tired, trembling slightly. “How… how are you feeling?”

“I feel like shit,” I rasp. She brushes a piece of hair back from my face.

“Yeah, falling from a balcony will do that for you,” she chuckles nervously. “You’ve been in and out of consciousness for a while now. Um, they said you have a couple fractured ribs, most likely a concussion, and a hell of a lot of bruising. They gave you an IV and some pain meds,” she gestures to the needle sticking in my hand. She takes a shaky breath and her voice breaks as she talks. “Scared the fuck out of me, Ricky.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, tears starting to well in the corners of my eyes. I’m exhausted; mentally, physically, emotionally. I just want to go home. Y/N laughs shortly, sniffing wetly as she wipes the tears that fell from her own eyes, before brushing away the one that fell down my cheek.

“Don’t apologize, you saved my life.”

I gasp a stuttering breath as my eyes widen, muscles tensing. “Balz- oh my god what-”

“He’s ok. He’ll be ok.” She interrupts, placing a hand out to steady me. “He had to have surgery, so he’s recovering in a different room. Angelo’s alright too. I found him barely conscious and dazed in the kitchen before you fell. He’s a little beat up but there’s no sign of a concussion or other injury. He’s in the waiting room right now.” I slump back against the pillow, relieved once again. I take a deep breath and try not to think too hard about everything. 

“Do you… need anything?” She asks quietly. My gaze darts to her lips before resettling on her eyes.

“Kiss me. Please,” I whisper desperately. “I just-” She cuts me off by softly pressing her lips to mine. I close my eyes and melt into her. Her cheeks are still wet from her tears and I wish I could move my arms enough to wipe them away. She squeezes my hand before pulling away just a bit, her lips brushing mine as she speaks.

“You can rest now, it’s ok. We’re all ok.” She kisses my cheek and sits back down in the chair she had pulled next to my bed. I can feel my eyes drifting and dozing as she takes my hand again, kissing each finger as I drift back to sleep. I squeeze her hand the best I can, knowing she’ll be here when I wake up.

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[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)

Next PART TWO | PART THREE

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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.

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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 🖤🥀

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Working on 3 new Motionless In White fanfictions :)

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns Masterlist

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

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

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. Not that it is any easier for the soulmate in question. Thus is the fate for Ricky and Talia (and everyone else involved). Sooner or later, however, life is bound to collide, but what will happen when it does?

author’s note: I know, two series at once but I couldn’t let this one go and I want to start it.. Plus I want to dip my toe in MIW fandom. I could be horrible, I could be, but I’m going to try. I have ideas!

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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 Twenty Four

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

Dividers by @samspenandsword @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics

Authors Note: Trigger warning for past transphobia and abuse. While they are in the past they can still be triggering so please be very careful.

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, violence, (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 Twenty Four

Chris woke when Vinny’s alarm went off before sunrise, wrapped up around her. It was always set at this time, he knew that, it was when she had to rise so she could be ready to bake for the café. He wasn’t about to complain, not at all, he was happy to get up with her, wanting to help her with everything she needed to do, all the prep work, especially after last night. Stretching slowly, groaning softly.

She got up slowly moving stiffly and got dressed in a sundress and her apron, legs still quaking, making her eyes flutter for a moment, whimpering.

Getting dressed and watching her carefully, Chris was worried about how shaky she was today, “Are you sure it wouldn’t be better if you took the day off today? Maybe, at least, well, I know I don’t know how to make the coffees, but if you sit by the machine, you could make them, and I’ll serve people?” Be her legs for the day? He had been the one to do this to her, after all. “I do need to check in on Ryan before we head downstairs, though. I can’t believe he didn’t come get me for patrol.” It had been his- 

“Chris, are you sure? And maybe he just thought we needed some time-”

Just thinking about how it had been his responsibility and the fact that Vinny had reactivated her authenticity rune so freshly last night, had them both activating on their own right then and Chris going tense for a second. His breath slow and deep for a moment as he stilled, he just needed to calm as he handled them clashing against each other, while they weren’t opposing virtues, they did both demand direct focus at times. Usually, virtue runes were passive runes and didn’t need to be active to be handled, they were just a part of who they were at the core of their nature. They were only activated by their choices, and on their weapons, however right at that moment, this, was something else.

“Baby…! GWYNN! RYAN!” She screamed. She knew she didn't need to scream, but… the panic struck her down hard. Moments later, the door burst open to Gwynn leaning on their cane. “What's wrong?” Only for his eyes to land on the two glowing runes.

Ryan and Justin had followed close behind Gwynn at Vinny’s scream, that was not something they were used to hearing, especially at this time of night. Neither gargoyle was used to sleeping at this time of the evening all that much just yet. So, there they were finding themselves flanking Gwynn, just to see Chris shaking his head, breaking himself out of his, almost trance like state to calm himself down. The runes fading back to black on his skin, responsibility on the side of his neck, and authenticity having been glowing through the material of his shirt at the side of his torso on his abs. He glanced between the four of them that were staring at him, “What?”

“Chris…” Gwynn murmured, inching closer. “I need to permanently deactivate Authenticity's rune. You can keep it on you… but not activated.” they promised, moving closer, “then I need to check everyone for runes… I need to fully check you, too, Chris.”

By the angels, Chris huffed, growling low, “I’m fine alright, I’m fine, it’s fine… Why would you need to, check me, anyway? For what purpose?” His arms crossed in front of him defensively, standing at his full height in the room, not something he often did.

“Chris, we don’t know what runes were put on you by Jerahmiel without your knowledge… what if he had something like the agony rune for Ryan… We… we can’t risk it.” Gwynn explained, inching closer, “Please. Just… let me…? Let me do my job?” they murmured to him, “It’s my responsibility to help you… right?”

Frowning at them both, Chris didn’t like it, he didn’t. The idea that Jerahmiel had added more runes to him without him knowing, especially when he had refused to add this rune, no matter how many times he had begged. He had begged, so many times. Huffing when they said that, responsibility, the thought that he was keeping them from that, their responsibility, it tore at him. He took his own responsibilities to heart, and he swallowed deeply, “Fine.” Moving to slip his shirt back over his head. “But I still think I am fine with authenticity.” It felt good.

“I will compromise. I will leave it activated at a quarter of its regular power.” Gwynn offered, bargaining with him as they started to look him over carefully, before noticing a rune, frowning, reaching up to the back of left shoulder blade, “What is this…?” they murmured before deactivating the rune as gently as they could, gasping as it burned them, snatching their hand back swallowing as they stared at the now inactive rune. 

Chris shuddered as the rune was deactivated, a groan escaping him when it felt like the air had been knocked out of him, it had just been swept right out of his lungs. For a moment, he had to stumble forward, grasping at the corner of the footboard of Vinny’s bed, to steady himself with a gasp. Only then for the bed to give one last groan as it had the night before and the whole frame to collapse to the floor.

Shit…

Vinny watched as Chris fell with the bed, and rolled onto his front with a hefty thump. She blinked, once. Twice. Three times. “You’re buying me a new bed frame, you know that, right? One that can hold up to you fucking me like you did last night.” She said calmly, just looking at her mate, who was as collapsed as the bed was. 

Blinking up at Vinny, Chris just stared at her for a long moment after he rolled over with her insistence, Justin, however, was turning from the doorway and went back to Ricky’s room… Chris heard him loud and clear. “We need to get a new bed.” Asshole.

“W… what who died? What was that noise?” Ricky groggily asked, clearly just having woken up. 

“Your best friend’s ass died-”

“W… Vinny’s dead?” “I’m gonna go stop Justin from making Rick think I’m dead.” Vinny sighed, shuffling towards the door.

“Good idea,” Gwynn sighed softly, rubbing their face.

“No! No, no, it was Chris that collapsed, I mean, Vinny is the one that wants the new bed so he can fuck her again so maybe next timmmee-”

“Justin- Just tell Rick I’m not dead! He’s not fully awake.” Vinny shouted.

Gwynn turned to Chris as Vinny shuffled out of the room painfully slow, “Do we have an agreement on the Authenticity rune?” they asked gently, offering him a hand to help him up from the floor.

Justin rolled his eyes, fine, fine, “Vinny is alive, Chris passed out, didn’t you hear me, we need a new bed!” Because if the sex was that good, Justin was going to want to try, when Rick wasn’t pregnant, of course. 

Chris however, took Gwynn’s hand, with a sigh, nodding slightly, “Yeah, I can agree to that, what, what the heck was that rune, though? I felt like I couldn’t breathe.” When he finally stood up, everything felt clearer for the first moment, in an exceptionally long time. The weight that had been pressing down on his body, his chest, one he hadn’t even been aware was there, had been lifted.

Gwynn sighed softly and touched the Authenticity rune, dulling it down to a quarter of power, “... It was a healing blocker… it was intended to keep you from properly healing when you go into your rejuvenation cycle.” They explained gently, patting his shoulder, “Next time you turn to stone… it should properly heal everything…”

“Healing blocker?” The words fell shocked from his lips without thinking, the next thoughts through his mind was every time he’d been injured over the years, how it had taken progressively longer to heal over time. Namely, the last time. Ryan and Justin had informed him they had there had been a moment that they didn’t think he would make it, even after that first dawn. By the angels, why would anyone even create a rune such as that? Turn to stone… “How do we do that, turn to stone, with the Sunlight Rune?” He had noticed, since they’d gotten that rune, the mortal sleep wasn’t quite the same as their rejuvenation cycle. It was nice, relaxing, but not the same.

“Not every angel is kind…” Gwynn reminded him as they gently touched his arm.

“To turn to full stone, all you need is to focus on healing. Complete focus on introspection and the rune will give you a full rejuvenation cycle.” Gwynn explained with a soft smile.

Pausing, he considered it, not that he tried it immediately, considering how Gwynn said it, a full rejuvenation cycle, it would mean being stone for a full day. After last night, he did not want to leave Vinny alone, she would likely struggle today. Tomorrow, he’d try tomorrow and see what would happen. “Well, that will be interesting, you should check Justin and Ryan too, their healing has been just as strained as mine, I’m sure they have the tainted rune as well.”

“I’m sure they do… I will be checking them. But that should better now.” They murmured, patting his shoulder, “Ryan? Can… we talk…? Please.”

Ryan had turned to go, with Justin back talking to Ricky, Gwynn and Vinny distracted with Chris, it had seemed like the perfect time for him to slip away again. He was reeling from the number of times they’d all almost died because their healing had been so slow, so resistant. Then there were those of the troupe that had died because of the rune that… he had put on them. Swallowing, before he could get too far he heard their voice calling his name and he sighed. 

He had planned to patrol last night on his own, when he realized Chris’ state with Vinny, he wasn’t about to pull Justin away from Ricky after what they’d just discovered, and that they were newly mated. That would just be cruel. As he was suiting up to head out on his own, not that he was supposed to on his own, going out on patrol just in pairs was dangerous enough as it was. It was supposed to be in units when the troupe was larger, three, four was preferable for backup. However, then Gwynn pulled him aside and insisted they go with him, and he wanted to argue, but it was the most sound argument. So, they had patrolled together. 

It had been quiet, uneventful, both on the demonic creature front, and their front. Neither of them speaking much at all outside of the work of the patrol itself. Now he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

“Sure, we can talk.” Not to mention they had to check him for runes, and he, shit, dammit, anyone, he’d rather anyone else witness the state of what he’d become now. Problem was, no one else knew what to look for with the runes, it would seem. Otherwise, they would have found the problems before now already.

Gwynn walked over to him and led him out of the room to a quiet room, settling in. “Ryan… I'm going to remove your runes, but I would prefer for you to be mentally prepared for It…” They murmured, looking up at him. “I would rather not push your boundaries.”

The slap on their cheek…. They could still feel it, and they looked down. I don't want you to hate me.

The issue was: They’d find more than just the healing rune, and the agony rune, that bastard had used runes to do a lot when it came to Ryan. He’d controlled his physical shift, and not just through his beast form. Jerahmiel had controlled all Ryan’s forms. He felt stuck, but knew that boundaries or no boundaries, Gwynn was going to find it anyway. Taking in a deep breath, steeling himself, they were alone, and he stripped off his clothes so Gwynn could inspect his skin. Ryan had to get this over with eventually, so he might as well do it now. Just seeing those runes, it was going to be a play by play of what was done to him, and he hated it, at least on the surface, but what could he possibly do?

Gwynn was shocked he had decided here and now. They couldn't stop it, a hand pressed to their mate’s chest, fingers grazing over his skin. “Ryan…” they whispered, scars… yes… runes… runes that… they found the one they hated most, deactivating them one after another, shaking lightly in anger. “Ryan… I will never ask you, or demand anything of you… I am yours. I always will be… even if you no longer want me as your mate for what I've done… for what other angels have done.” They closed their eyes, hands wandering, removing runes slowly one by one.

Ryan stayed still, staring blankly at the wall while he let them work, feeling the runes coming off one by one, the scars wouldn’t come off, he knew that. No matter what healing could be performed, there were some things that scarred, soul deep, some injuries that he had sustained that could never be removed, and those, no one could see. While Gwynn might be removing those runes that had opened the gates for Jerahmiel, it felt like they might never fully disappear from his soul. He might heal now, but that monster of an angel’s torture had left all its marks on him for good. There was no erasing that.

“It wasn’t what you did, Gwynn.” His voice was rough when he finally managed to speak to them, but he didn’t know what else he could say, it wasn’t, it wasn’t what they did, it was what he had done. What he had endeavoured to seek out, what he had kept going back to Jerahmiel for, time and time again. How could he go back to Gwynn knowing how much he’d destroyed himself, how tainted he’d become. Ryan had attacked his own mate, and they didn’t deserve it, so why in the world would he ever deserve them? Swallowing, as their hands ran over his skin, he did his best to try to block out every inch of skin they touched, searching out the runes, so many runes that Jerahmiel had added… He knew there were so many more than Chris, or Justin. There had always been something new to try. He didn’t like Gwynn seeing a road map to his sessions with that bastard.

It was silent as they worked, slow and steady, thoughtful as they did.

The silence was broken by words Gwynn normally would never utter.

“I want to kill him for what he’s done to you.”

Ryan’s eyes were glazed with tears that he refused to let fall. Swallowing as he just took in slow breaths, Gwynn’s hands still moving over his skin as he tried ever so hard not to think about Jerahmiel, it made him feel disgusting, dirty. He couldn’t. 

“I would kill them all for what they did to you.” It wasn’t just Jerahmiel anymore, Ryan had previously always had an attraction to angels, but oh, that was an interesting dichotomy now. One walked in that door tonight and Ryan couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t have a blade, or his hammer at the ready, waiting to question them before they came near any member of his family… period. As it was, Ryan didn’t move, he didn’t blink, stood so still, just staring at the wall with a sigh.

Gwynn looked up at him, tired, “If you get the chance, baby, do it,” they whispered, pressing their forehead to his chest tears welled up in their eyes, “I…” they winced. “I should have been here.” They whispered, deactivating the last few errant runes, tears in their eyes.

He caught their hand over the final rune, just holding it there for a moment. Nothing really, no more, he, he wouldn’t press for more, but he didn’t want them to let go yet. “You were, you, you were taken, I know that now.” As dead inside as it made him, Ryan, he almost preferred that they weren’t here, that they never had to actually see it, that they never had to come back to him like that. They never had to come back sooner to find him in that state. Even finding him like this was, was… wrong.

Gwynn stepped closer, not pulling away, face pressed into his side, legs shaking, nuzzling his neck and shoulder, tears in his eyes. “I miss you… I'm here now, and you feel so far away…” he whispered, “I fought so hard to get here… I love you… I always will.”

Ryan strangled back the shudder of feeling inside of him, he didn’t know how to handle what he was feeling right now, how any of this felt. He didn’t blame them, for feeling like that, that he was far away, he supposed he was. “I do love you… I just… I don’t know… I can’t be…” He physically shuddered then as he tried to keep himself from falling apart, he, he couldn’t.

“I have to go.”

Turning from the room, he left quickly to get back to the rectory, he needed to be alone, he couldn’t do this, he was unable to handle any of this. Everything lately felt like he’d just splayed himself open, and he didn’t know what to do.

Gwynn stared at where Ryan had stood watching him go with soft eyes, “I’ll wait.” they promised softly, watching the door shut with a soft thump, like closing a book at the end of the night… They supposed they should find Justin and take care of him. Letting the silence settle before biting their lip softly as they made their way out of the small space that suddenly felt too big without Ryan there.

Ryan barely made it back to the rectory before he collapsed in on himself, no, no, no he didn’t, he felt like it, though… He couldn’t breathe… Fuck, he couldn’t even breathe. Shit, shit, shit. What was he going to do?

His hands pulled in and out of fists at his sides, and he wished he were back in the rage room from yesterday because there, he’d be able to hit something. Then he’d be able to strike out and vent the frustration he felt about not being able to lash out at the one person that had done all of this to them this very instant. To put them in this position. Almost killing them time and time again, torturing them physically, emotionally… destroying them like a fucked up poison in their lives… what had been so wrong with them, with him that he’d do that to them? 

Ryan’s hands gripped themselves so tightly, high nails dug into the palms of his hands as he yelled out with pure frustration. Screaming out the rage that he couldn’t keep contained, until there was nothing left but the tears… screaming, and crying as he fell to his knees… That, was when he really did collapse in on himself, the sobs wracking his body. Ryan knew he was fucked up. He knew he was a wreck of a person. Jerahmiel had ripped him apart, twisting him back and forth until there were times he wasn’t even sure who he was when he looked in the mirror anymore.

The man he had become, wasn’t who he had ever wanted to be, but he couldn’t go back, he couldn’t. Going back would feel like letting that monster of an angel get close again, and that would be terrifying. 

There was a soft knock on the door and, sleepily, Ricky stumbled in, bringing a cup of hot coffee. Vinny had used blackberries and blueberries in the grounds today, and the warm smell teased the senses as Ricky brought over one of the cakes from downstairs as well. He handed the cup to Ryan gently after closing the door, and sat down with him. 

There was steady silence as Ricky moved, turning the TV on and pulled up YouTube to play some music, something calming and soothing. Finally, Ricky cut the cake, offering him a slice without a word. It was a rich orange and chocolate cake with orange flavored frosting, along with some chocolate frosting and a layer of fudge. One of Vinny’s best cakes, if anyone asked Ricky. 

“Eat.”

Ryan had barely lifted his eyes at the sound of the knock, only to see Ricky come into the rectory. The gargoyles eyes were wet, blood shot, watching the nephilim as he moved around the space carefully. Swallowing. Swallowing down his pain, his grief, for the moment, letting him do as he will as he just sat there and let him go. Just watching him until he finally told him to eat…

“What, are you doing, Ricky?”

He asked quietly… at the same time… all he could think was…

Thank you.

“I get it… I know… he… He’s a monster… and I know how, looking back, you ask yourself why you kept trying… I get it. This helps when it hits hard. I figure we both need a cake night.” he murmured softly, shoving a bite into his mouth, purring softly, letting the chocolate and citrus wash over his tongue. “It’s one of those nights where I just want to be with someone who understands… and Justin made me mad earlier, after going and telling me Vinny was dead…” he said sighing, “Vinny tried a new fruit combo. Watch out, there might be rose petals in there too, she wasn’t sure if she added too much or little.”

Chuckling at the mention of rose petals, as Ryan chewed and swallowed a bite of the decadent cake, Vinny, as always, made a delicious dessert. Now, as for what Ricky was talking about, that, that was something else entirely. Sighing, he was tempted to just avoid the entire issue, like he had for so long, but Ricky was right, he guessed, talking to someone who understood, at least part of it. The gargoyle shook his head slightly, “it's not just about him though, it’s a lot more than that. It’s about me too, I’m just as, as depraved, just as disgusting.”

Ryan shook his head, looking down at the coffee, letting the sound of the music wash over him. “I kept going back because I felt so empty, and I needed to feel something, and I knew he would make me, even if I hated every second of it. I knew what he was going to make me do, how he would force me to change back into my female form, and I still went to him, every single time. I craved it, I needed something, anything, and I hate myself every day for it.” Gargoyles not being binary in their gender get to choose, and Ryan had chosen to be male, but he was not born that way. Jerahmiel, however, had forced his birth gender down his throat every chance he got. Sitting here, knowing Ricky bore scars because his father had punished him during his childhood in horrible ways, was no better than what he’d done to him.

“You're like me… huh?” He asked softly, taking another bite. “Well… way I see it. We're both away from him now… and we know better. You kept going back because you thought it was your only choice. You can't blame yourself for that. You can feel those feelings, but you need to remember that you were being abused… gaslit… all of it… I’m here to listen.” Ricky said softly and calmly, offering him a nod of support, “When you’re grieving and lonely for that touch again… you tend to search it out wherever you can get it. I’ve done it too…”

“Yea, I am.” Yea, he was like Ricky. While one might argue humans and gargoyles were different, that was a narrow-minded view, and Ryan did not prescribe to that mind set, he never would. The only problem Ricky had, was unlike gargoyles, was he couldn’t switch his biological gender at will like Ryan. As it was, Ricky was enjoying something he had fought with Gwynn for, for years before he had lost them… to carry their children. He might not be female, but to carry their children would have been an honor, and he’d spent the last thousand years avoiding the thought of breeding like the plague, especially the thought of Jerahmiel’s child. No offence to Ricky. Now the idea of switching back to his female form to conceive after so much torture at the hands of that man, he just… He shuddered. Now, the only person he’d even consider it for… it was never going to happen, for either of them, and not just because he knew they would not take him.

Listening to Ricky though, Ryan sighed, he did blame himself though, didn’t he, shoving another bite of the cake into his mouth to stop himself from admitting to that. Sighing, it would do no good, he knew it was wrong, he knew… but knowing, and being able to let go were two different things. Admitting all this though, it was a first step to something, wasn’t it? It was the first time he’d said any of it out loud, to anyone. Well, some of this Chris knew, he’d known him before he’d become Ryan, when he had been birthed in his female form.

“It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? That we’re the ones depicted as monsters and yet, he is the one who has reprehensibly scarred us.” Mind-boggling really when you thought about it. 

Ricky nodded, “he is the monster… not us… we were his victims…” he said, “he's the reason I don't believe in god.” He sighed softly, gentle as the wing of a dove on his cheek. He leaned his head back as he swallowed another bite of cake.

“I’m sorry.”

“Says the one of us that’s an actual angel, that’s heavy, dude.” Sighing slightly before, he took a sip of his coffee and enjoyed the heat as the blissful feeling filled him. 

“Sorry? Sorry for me being a victim? That's not on you.”

“No. I’m sorry that my sperm donor did it at all. Ryan, you’re an amazing person with a vivid personality and I love that about you… You deserve to know that and love that about yourself. You love whiskey, and scotch, and you love when I offer you new vintages. You know that.” He whispered softly, “I know you love things, and you try not to show it. He took that from you, and I’m sorry he took your ability to share from you.”

Ryan had just slipped the fork from another bite of the fudgy cake from his lips as Ricky spoke, when his eyes were wide on him, his whole body going still. Eyes starting to glisten as they watered. No, Ricky, please stop, he didn’t need to be called out like this, he’d just stopped falling apart, he was just starting to pull himself together again, stop, please. Staring at him, silent, it took him a long moment before he could control himself again, slowly swallowing the bite, choking back a gasp… “Oh, you little shit. If you weren’t pregnant, with one of my best friend’s babies.”

Ricky smirked at him softly, “I was the same way.” he pointed out. “It took a lot of therapy… I was so angry all the time and felt so hollow.” he said softly, “You deserve to know that… it can get better if you have the right tools.”

The gargoyle couldn’t help but snort slightly though, it wasn’t that he was dismissive of the idea, except, he was. “I’m not so sure whether that would exactly work here. Don’t think I’ve ever met a gargoyle therapist, certainly never known an angel to debase themselves to be one. Let's face it, do you really think a human could handle half the things that go on around here?” 

Okay, so, maybe Ricky had only seen some of it, but Ryan knew he’d seen that hellhound. That beast was pretty hard to miss.

“You don’t seem to… be the kind to go to a therapist… I wasn’t either for a bit. So I did a lot of self-help books. If you’d like one to start… we can go to a bookstore and get stared there… they have books that help with all kinds of trauma… that sound like a good outing for just us?” Ricky asked softly with a smile.

The suggestion was met with a raised eyebrow, “You’re assuming I know how to read.” he did, Chris made sure of that. When the printed word came out for mortals, namely bibles, and worship started en masse in that manner, Chris had ensured that they all knew how to read, despite Jerahmiel’s insistence that they needn’t worry about such things. Getting by and circumventing the mortals, it had certainly become necessary over time to learn, not that school was ever an option for them, only teaching themselves.

“I mean… you know which coaster is yours.” he snorted warmly, “You know how to read. But it’s up to you.”

“Oh please, the coasters were easy, I’ve been seeing my virtue scratched onto the platform from the moment we were placed here. Matching those, whatever those mark things are called, are after seeing them some thousand years.. That was easy.” Smirking as he took another bite of cake.

“Oh please, Chris isn’t irresponsible enough to not teach you to read.” Ricky commented just with a smirk, “Should I let Chris know that?” he asked, raising a brow. Ryan had to restrain himself from reacting to that, struggling, but shrugging instead, hoping like hell that Chris was downstairs with Vinny in the café… not that he wouldn’t be able to hear, anyway. 

“Dude, we’re warriors, we kill demons, why would we need to know how to read, come on?”

“Okay… Chris-” he started to yell.

Ryan moved quickly when Ricky obviously called his bluff, the little shit. He had a had one massive hand around the back of the other man’s neck, and the other clamped over his mouth before he could get another word out of the yell. 

“Don’t you even dare. You do not, want to open that jar of worms.”

Ricky smirked against his hand and looked up at him eyes gleaming darkly, before licking his hand slowly, mimicking oral against his hand teasingly, with a laugh in his eyes.

The gargoyle rolled his eyes at the antics, but he didn’t move his hand, “Man, I’ve been living with Justin for, centuries, you really think that trick is new to me?” Smirking himself… “Now… okay, yes, I can read, Chris had us learn with bible literature when your sperm donor figured mutts didn’t need to, so why bother anyway.” Went behind his back time and time again, the only reason they could do what they did still was because of Chris. 

“Now, if I let you go, done with the yelling, yes? Because trust me, the last thing any of us want is to accuse Chris of being unreliable. It would be like calling Justin of being Dis-Loyal.. Try that, and… And — just, please don’t?”

He nodded, and as soon as his mouth was free, “You know it’s hot to be pinned like that, right?” 

Ryan’s just stared at him for a moment, he did know yes, just… “You little shit… you haven’t even fucked Justin since you’ve mated yet, have you? Go, go do that, tell him. Go.”

Ricky pouted but sighed, “Fine… but bookstore. Tomorrow. You and me.” he said firmly.

“Self help section, check. Go, before Justin comes barging in.” Ryan wouldn’t put it past him, Chris wasn’t the only one that could overhear their conversation. “Scram.”

“Awe, I’m not hot while pregnant?” Ricky teased, turning to walk towards the door.

Ricky didn’t even get to the door before it practically slammed open and there stood Justin, he knew he’d made him mad earlier, but come on. “Nope, he doesn’t answer that question.” Justin just scooped Ricky up over his shoulder, glaring at Ryan as he stalked away from the doorway.

Ryan, however, was smirking at the other gargoyle, that was the gargoyle nesting instincts for you. Considering the breeding program of the past, it wouldn’t have mattered if Ricky’s babies were Justin’s or not, Justin would have been just as protective of Ricky and his young.