#ricky olson fic

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Friends in Sin Kinktober 2024 - DAY TWO

🥀For @ao3userfeistycadavers Friends in Sin Kinktober 2024 Collection

🥀Dom!Rick Olson x FemDom Reader x Subby! Chris Motionless 🥀CW: Established D/s dynamic, protected vaginal penetration, threesome, chastity, latex kink, Sweat fetish, or salophilia, ass worship, rim job, mild degradation - use of ‘slut’, slight choking, bondage. 🥀Summary: Bored and stuck in a small town on tour, Chris and Rick find a fun way to entertain themselves. 🥀Author's note: Title comes from Motionless in White's 'Wasp'. 💜Dividers by @saradika-graphics 🥀word count 1.9k 🥀crossposted - wattpad

Drenched in sweat, you are exhausted from the long day at the studio. To pay for your student loans for your PhD program you teach yoga during the day and hustle exclusive kinky content at night.

You turn from the door you are locking up when someone clears their throat. “Hey, sorry,” he apologizes quickly cheeks blushing as he looks you over. “Do you teach yoga here?” he asks shyly. You take in his blonde hair and tattoos - not like your usual students from your small town - excitement and intrigue make your heart race.

“Yes, just closing up for the night. My first class starts at 9 am tomorrow.” You watch his face light up and you mirror it back to him with a wide smile. 

“Oh perfect, thank you. I’m Chris,” he adds extending a hand to shake. You switch your rolled mat to your other hand to shake his hand, giving him your name. As Chris turns to leave you call out to him. Your heart pounds in your ears and nerves grip your stomach as you blurt out, “Wait, here’s my business card.” 

You don’t normally give out your card to strangers but you take a chance on his enthusiasm. Dropping your mat you rummage through your black crossbody bag and hand him your card. Time slows down when your fingers brush over each other and it’s electric, shocking you back to reality. You quickly retract your hand, not impolite, as you add a “Have a good night!” Despite your confidence in your online content, sharing it with someone in real life still makes you embarrassed. 

When you get home you shower quickly unwinding from the busy day. As you wait for your food to be delivered you plop down in your fuzzy robe, hair still damp from the shower. You check your email and decide to post a few photos that you took earlier in the week in hopes more interaction will come. Maybe Chris will enjoy them? The butterflies in your stomach scatter the moment the doorbell rings. Shutting your brain off for the evening you have a glass of wine with dinner as you start your fourth rewatch of Charmed. Yawning you shuffle into bed after taking care of the dishes and your cat, Salem. Once Salem curls up against you sleep consumes you peacefully.

30 minutes into your instruction, the door opens softly, and the blonde stranger from last night saunters in. You look him over briefly noticing his attire is far from the norm; a pair of black latex pants and a cotton tee. Despite this, he unrolls his mat and joins right in as if he’s been practicing for years. Maybe he has, you think to yourself. You can’t help but smile when your eyes meet his.

The class disperses after the closing Namaste with the usual regulars stopping over to say goodbye. Some cast glances at the stranger, but no one says anything. You start to towel yourself off when a hand stops you. Looking up, Chris towers over you and your heart rate skyrockets. 

“Sorry,” he pulls away quickly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He steps back giving you space. Running his hand nervously through his damp hair he continues, “So um.. I bought all of your content last night… and well.” His cheeks redden as he stares at the ground. 

You stride over to him and grip his chin to pull his gaze to yours. “So tell me what you want.” 

Your other hand comes to palm at his pants. You press hard against him and gasps. Huh, a chastity cage. Your mind starts to spiral. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” You press even harder. 

“My friend and I.” He squirms and you grip his chin harder. “Were wondering if –” you release his chin but not his cock. “ – if you would be interested in seeing us tonight. N-n-name your price.” You watch as his shoulders slump forward when he exhales in relief. 

“You think I do home visits?” You eye him warily as he shrinks back into himself. You typically don’t only because no one had offered before. 

“I’m stupid and reckless and my boyfriend is going to reem me for this-” he nervously rakes his hand through his hair. “-but I was just hoping you might.” 

“So you like latex, huh? Is that why you wore them to my session?” You tease the edge of the waistband with your fingertips. “Like to get all hot and sweaty.”

“Y-yes ma’am… miss… misstre -” Chris stammers.

You silence his lips with a slender finger. You’re not the type to care too much about honorifics as long as they are respectful. 

“You can call me whatever you like, even my name. Although I did some digging last night and found out you're a big rockstar, so you better not be playing me.” Narrowing your eyes and look him over. 

“No, miss.” He shoots his hands up in surrender. “I swear.”

“Ok then, email me the address and I’ll send the paperwork over. Oh and no cumming until I make you come, got it?” 

“Yes ma’am, thank you, ma’am.” You watch him leave just as your next class starts to arrive.  

When Chris returns to the hotel room he finds Rick hunched over on the huge bed typing away on his computer. Despite the few days off from the tour, Rick still hasn’t stopped working. Chris tries to get Rick’s attention by calling his name but it’s no use when he realizes Rick has his earbuds in so Chris does the next best thing. 

Sauntering over to the bed, Chris stretches tall and groans obnoxiously. He fiddles with the hem of his shirt slowly sliding his hand up his tattooed torso. He tweaks his own nipples and they harden instantly, yet Rick’s attention still remains fixed on the screen.

“Fine,” Chris huffs, leaning over he grabs the laptop from Rick’s hands and plops it on the bedside table.

“Hey what the-” 

“Pay. Attention. To. Me,” Chris’ hips sway as he crawls on the bed and into Rick’s lap. 

Rick leans against the headboard, adjusting his hips to take Chris’ weight.

“Awh is someone hot, sweaty, and needy after a little yoga,” Chris can feel his cheeks heat at the taunt. He tries to look away – to hide his embarrassment – but Rick pulls him back with a gentle finger hooked under his chin. Rick chuckles darkly as Chris grinds against him.

“She really worked you hard,” Rick smirks as he presses a hand to Chris's crotch. 

Chris can’t help but whine when Rick presses harder against him and the silicone cage around his cock. “Go get cleaned up and I’ll review the paperwork she sent.” Rick slaps Chris’ thigh sending him off to shower. 

Chris’ boyfriend answers the door with a curt “Hey, I’m Rick” and gestures for you to enter. Sweat drips down your back and the latex sticks to your thigh when you walk but to you, it’s the best feeling ever. It’s a little primal and prehistoric and it drives some people absolutely feral. When you approach the bed you find Chris dressed only in his boxers, kneeling with his wrists bound.

After dropping your bag on the dresser you walk over to him between the bed frame. You stretch your body long and lean over the bed with a sigh forcing your ass in his face. You shake your hips as you rub yourself against him. When you feel the pressure of his tongue you can’t help but grin to yourself. 

“A needy little slut aren’t you,” you tease, rocking your hips harder.

“Answer her,” Rick commands. Turning your head you follow the voice to find Rick behind you with his tattooed fingers gripping onto Chris’ scalp holding him in place.

“Answer her!” Chris’ eyes roll back when one hand wraps around his throat. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed and it makes your pussy throb. 

“I’m a needy slut” Chris whines. 

“No cumming,” Rick says sharply, yanking on Chris’ hair. Despite his shorter frame, Rick pushes Chris to the ground where he clumsily braces himself with a grunt. 

“Undress her,” he instructs.

Chris scurries over to you on his hands and knees. He kisses your black stiletto boots before unzipping them and pulling them off your feet. Rick gracefully settles down on the bed in front of you. A tattooed finger lifts your chin. Entranced by steel blue eyes and the brush of his soft lips against your cheek you hardly register another set of hands unzipping your latex suit. Rick kisses the corner of your lip as goosebumps climb up your legs after you step out of your pants completely bare to these two haunting beautiful strangers. You should feel vulnerable and embarrassed yet you feel powerful, confident, and sexy as hell.

“Are you ready to be worshipped dear?” he mumbles against your lip. You suck in a hurried breath when soft lips press against your ankle.

“Yes,” you exhale. Rick grasps your face in his hands and pulls you to him. At the same time, he devours your lips Chris licks and sucks love bites up your sweat-slick leg. You jolt accidentally biting down on Rick’s bottom lip when Chris nips at your ass. 

“Did he scare ya?” Rick chuckles, pulling you onto his lap. “Good.” He grins before smacking the other cheek. Heat spreads over the delicate flesh and then sharp teeth nip at the same spot yet this time pleasure takes its place. Chris nuzzles against your ass forcing you to wrap your arms around Rick’s neck for support. Your eyes go wide and your body tenses when Chris licks at the dip in your back right above your hole. 

“Relax darling, let him help you feel good.” Rick licks at your lower lip and you part your lips to him. You melt into his kiss. Desperate for more, you push Rick onto his back and rock your hips back. You and Chris moan when he enters your tight hole with his tongue. “I need more,” you whine when Chris withdraws from you.

“Take whatever you need,” Rick says casually as he pulls a condom from the pocket of his joggers before rolling down his erect cock. Planting your feet firmly on either side of Rick’s torso you sink down onto him. He fills you effortlessly and makes you a little dizzy. As you rock back, Chris licks into your tight hole again. 

“Oh fuck!” It’s all too much when Rick tilts his hips slamming into the sweet spongy spot inside as he presses his thumb onto your clit. Your nails dig into his chest as you clench around him and your vision blurs. 

“Shit shit shit,” Rick’s rhythm falters, pounding into you until he empties himself in the condom. 

Boneless you slump forward across Rick’s chest, yet Chris continues his pursuit until you are a whiny oversensitive mess clenching again around Rick’s now softening cock. 

“Oh fuck!” You feel Rick tense when he comes again, his chest rising and falling quickly. “What… the… fuck… man” he pants between words. “Fuuuuuuck.” Rick sighs as the post-orgasm exhaustion slams into him.

You can hear Chris grinning when he says, “I couldn’t help myself.” 

“Hey–yooowwww,” you yelp when Chris smacks your ass. Groaning, you look over your shoulder to throw him death daggers. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up darling and we’ll order room service.” Begrudgingly, you peel yourself up and off of Rick. After Rick unlocks Chris from his cuffs, he leads you and Chris to the bathroom. “Thank you,” they say in unison before kissing both of your cheeks and hopping into the shower. 

“You’re next Chris,” you grin up at the tall singer as you close the shower door behind you.

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hum static (twist it, grasp it) ( ryan sitkowski/justin morrow/ricky olson )

pairing: ryan sitkowski/justin morrow/ricky olson cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ friends with benefits, anal fingering, double anal penetration, rough sex, finger sucking, face slapping, biting, choking, justin is the meat in this sandwich and he left his last two brain cells in that bathroom in paris. word count: 3.1k author's note: my first fic for friends in sin miw kinktober is done. this one is for the prompt of 'multiple penetration'. shout out to @ao3userfeistycadavers for running this bad boy. hopefully i actually manage to get my other fics up during the month. please enjoy this! title comes from "static hum" by chelsea wolfe. divider by @saradika-graphics ✨

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Justin’s currently trapped in a real life episode of Family Feud. There’s one question on the board: name something your bandmate would ask you out of the blue. And of all the guesses Justin would make, being invited to a threesome was not one of them at all, not even a top five answer. He can literally hear the buzzer sound in his head as he stares at Ricky too long before answering his question. Both Steve Harvey and Ricky are waiting very patiently, the crowd is whispering. Justin is probably losing his mind.

“Repeat that, like I’m five.”

Ricky narrows his eyes at him. “You heard me.”

“Yeah no I did absolutely hear you. I could have sworn you asked me if I wanted to fuck around with you and Ryan. Since when do you and Ryan fuck around?”

Justin’s pretty sure his voice just reached a pitch it hasn’t since he was a teenager. Thankfully no one is around to hear him. Everyone else is dealing with the post show breakdown, and it’s just Ricky and Justin in this hallway, where Ricky dragged him to ask him this very important question.

“Oh no, I broke you.” Ricky reaches up to pat the top of Justin’s head sympathetically. He’s got to stand on his tiptoes to do it. “To answer your question, like six years now? On and off. You gonna answer my question, or are we pretending this never happened?”

The thing is Justin knows he’s in a band of objectively hot dudes. And while the revelation that Ryan and Ricky occasionally sleep together is blowing his mind almost as much as the original question Ricky asked, he’s pretty sure he’d be stupid to say no. He nods, because apparently his ability to speak has vanished as he’s now picturing whatever Ricky and Ryan have been getting up to for the past six years.

Fingers snap in front of his face, and he automatically reaches up to wipe at his mouth in case he’s doing something embarrassing like drooling.

“Uh yeah, no, I’m very much in. When?”

He starts wracking his brain for the next hotel night, and realizes that is where they’re headed after they’re done here. It also occurs to him that he and Ricky are rooming together like they always do these days.

“So I should tell Ryan you’re in for tonight? I need you to be absolutely sure, because the last thing I need is Chris butchering my ass and leaving my body parts along the highway because I fucked everything up.”

He doesn’t have the heart to tell him that Ricky could literally murder Justin and Chris would still love him. “Yeah. Tonight is good.”

Ricky just nods and wanders off to find Ryan, like he asked Justin if they were going to watch a movie when they got to the hotel or something. Justin’s still trying to process it all throughout the rest of the time at the venue. It’s not lost on him that Ryan and Ricky have planned this out, talked about him. He wishes he could have left ahead of everyone else to mentally prepare. Apparently, Ricky’s some sort of mind reader as well as a little sexual terrorist, because he pulls Ryan into the bar instead of towards the elevator when they reach the hotel.

Even though he showered at the venue, Justin showers again since things are going to be happening. It’s a miracle that he doesn’t jerk off before they get there, because he figures it’s pointless if there’s going to be someone else to touch his dick soon. By the time he emerges from the bathroom, both Ryan and Ricky are sitting at the table in the corner.

He feels caught. It’s not an entirely unpleasant feeling.

“Why does this look more like an intervention and less like a threesome?”

Ryan snorts and takes a pull from his vape, and Ricky kicks out the third chair. “Sit for a sec.”

It’s not a suggestion and Justin only hesitates for a minute before sitting down. They’re both looking at him now and he realizes that there’s about to be some sort of talk or feelings or whatever, before anything else happens.

“Is this the part where you two tell me you’re into some very freaky shit—”

“You’re into some very freaky shit. I mean, not on Rick’s level but you’ve got a big mouth. We all know it.”

“Relax,” Ricky says. “You act like I’m gonna chain you up or something.”

“Not the first time at least,” Ryan mutters, and Justin sees him jolt a little when Ricky kicks him under the table. “Have you even done anything like this before?”

Justin raises his eyebrows. “This isn’t my first threesome. Not my first time with a guy either. Two though...”

He trails off because he doesn’t need to elaborate on that. And honestly if he was going to trust anyone like this, of course it would be these two. They’re both staring at him like they’re going to eat him alive and maybe it takes him more than a minute to realize they’ve been looking at him like this for days.

“Is it your first time being fucked by two guys at once?”

“You mean like—”

Ryan makes an obscene gesture that is meant to mimic two cocks and one hole. Justin looks back and forth between the two of them. It’s not that he doesn’t think they’re serious, it’s that he thinks they’re insane. Apparently, some kind of panic shows on his face, and the two of them start having a private conversation with their eyes that makes him want to hide out on the balcony and smoke.

“Fuck, you’ve never bottomed before, have you?” Ricky asks the most obvious question. “You’re a—”

He’s never been ashamed of that, and he isn’t going to start now. “If you say it, I’m going to punch you in the dick and then only one of you will be able to fuck me instead of both.”

Ryan gives Ricky a smug look, and Justin pushes away from the table, making his way towards the bed. They’re both still sitting there, having that same conversation still, so he rolls his eyes and throws himself down on the mattress. Kicking off his shorts, he props himself up on his elbows, waiting to see which one of them is going to move first. While he waits he reaches down to wrap his fingers around the base of his cock, and they watch him before looking at each other and finally moving.

His dick jerks in his hand as they approach the bed, one on either side. Ricky reaches for him first, hand clamping down on his throat to push his head back into the pillows as his mouth comes down over Justin’s. He barely gets a chance to get too into it before Ryan wraps his hand around the edge of his jaw and turns his head so that he can kiss Justin next. Maybe he should be a little concerned with how easy it is to just kiss them both, let them pass his mouth back and forth like a blunt until his lips are swollen and he’s practically squirming into the sheets. But he’s more concerned with the fact they both still have their clothes on.

Finally they let him breathe, if only long enough for Ryan to use that hold on his jaw to make Justin look at Ricky. He absolutely does not analyze what it means that the two of them are smaller than him in some ways and he’s just letting them do whatever they want.

“You with us?” Ricky asks, and Ryan nods Justin’s head for him. “We’re gonna get you ready for us—”

“I, uh,” he knows that saying if you can’t say it, you shouldn’t be doing it is stupid, given the current situation, but he still finds himself stalling on the words in their presence. “Got ready in the shower, I’m good to go.”

Ryan laughs, a little meanly. “That’s cute. He thinks he’s ready.”

Justin absolutely does not whine at that. Except he doesn’t have any control of his mouth at this point, or his hands, which start pulling impatiently at both of them. He needs them to get with the program and get naked already. He tries to tell them that, but his words get cut off by Ricky pressing fingers into his mouth, dragging them over his tongue, pushing them back further. Justin gags, just a little, before he sinks his teeth into those fingers. He wraps his tongue around them, gets them as wet as he can. When Ricky pulls them out, he gives him a quick sharp slap to his cheek. It’s enough to pull a started moan from Justin’s throat.

“No biting,” Ricky says and then he drags his wet fingers down Justin’s chest. “You wanna turn over or you wanna stay like this?”

“You gonna take off your clothes at any point?”

Ryan’s hand comes down on his hip in a stinging slap, and Justin yelps, trying to squirm away from him. It only pushes him further into Ricky.

“Justin, hey look at me,” Ricky’s voice is suddenly deceptively soft, and he turns his head to look at him like he’s told. “You got a safeword?”

If they’re about to play good cock bad cock, Justin cannot tell which is which. They’re fucking with his head and they know it.

“Buffalo.”

It’s the first word that comes to his mind, and something he wouldn’t blurt out during sex. In normal circumstances, anyway. Ryan gets off the bed, moving around to where Ricky’s bags are piled. Ricky gives Justin’s thigh a tap and he just rolls over onto his stomach, shuffling up onto his knees. He hears the sound of shuffling fabric behind him, hears the murmur of voices as they talk behind him. He’s two seconds away from throwing himself onto his back again so he can watch when he feels Ricky’s spit slicked fingers slide into him.

As far as it goes, it doesn’t feel like much more than when he fingered himself in the shower earlier. Justin hitches out a breath and sinks further into the mattress. He feels the sharpness of teeth in his shoulder and the scrape of blunt nails down his back. Ricky’s fingers twist and spread and then there’s more. Because Ryan is edging his fingers in right alongside them. For a hot second, he tries to get away from what is essentially an entire hand in his ass, but then he moans and rocks back into it.

“You think this is enough?” Ryan asks, and Justin realizes that he’s not talking to him, he’s talking to Ricky. “I don’t think we can get any more in.”

Justin couldn’t agree more, all he can think about is how full he feels and how different it will be when they’re both fucking him. He starts to reach for his cock again, but Ryan wraps his free hand around his wrist, pinning it to the bed.

“You and I both know the second you get your hand on your dick, you’re gonna come. Be fucking patient.”

“You still good up there, big guy?” Ricky asks, and he twists his fingers just right.

Justin appreciates the check in but the fact that he’s still expected to form full sentences while they’re stretching him open is some sort of torture. He couldn’t even guess who keeps dragging their fingertips over his prostate, or what else they might be doing behind him.

“I’m gonna kill the both of you, the second we’re done here,” he moans into the sheets. Ryan laughs, and they both pull their fingers out. “Oh thank fucking god.”

His relief is short-lived, as Ryan moves up the bed and fits himself between Justin and the mattress. Justin immediately hauls him into a biting kiss, digging his fingers into his sides, trying to get some kind of control over the situation. But just because he’s under him doesn’t mean he’s got a leg to stand on. Not when he feels Ricky guiding Ryan’s cock into him. Ryan brings his hand up to Justin’s throat, pulling back to look him in the eyes.

“Well, you got one in. Good for you.”

Justin barks out a laugh, “Fuck you.”

The hand on his throat tightens, just a little. Just enough for him to feel it. Ryan gives him that mean smile again. “Yeah. You’re gonna eat those words, Morrow.”

Apparently that’s all the adjustment time he’s getting, and Ryan snaps his hips up. Justin jolts forward, catching himself with his hands on Ryan’s chest and he sucks in a shuddering breath. He lets him set the pace, and knows it’s probably easier that way. When he looks over his shoulder, he sees Ricky’s there, waiting.

“Come on,” Ryan says almost impatiently. The whole talking around Justin thing shouldn’t be doing it for him, yet it is. When Ricky crowds up behind him, fingers absently teasing over his rim where it’s stretched around Ryan’s cock, Justin doesn't think he’s going to survive this at all. Ryan stops moving. “Hold still. Trust me.”

“I do,” Justin blurts out. “I trust you both.”

Ricky braces a hand in between Justin’s shoulder blades, and Justin’s mouth falls open as he feels him sliding in alongside Ryan. It’s more than a stretch, and it’s both uncomfortable and everything he wants. Ryan keeps his hold on Justin’s throat, keeping his eyes on him, obviously checking for any signs that Justin would want to stop. But he couldn't imagine it. He’s suddenly so full that all he can do is breathe in through his nose and try not to claw his way through Ryan’s chest. It doesn’t register to him right away that one of them is talking to him, not until Ricky threads his fingers through Justin’s hair and pulls his head back.

“How does that feel?”

“It’s alotta dick.” Justin’s voice comes out high because of the angle Ricky’s holding him at. “It’s good. Great even. It would be better if you’d move.”

Ricky gives his hair another tug and Justin gasps and writhes up to try and lessen the tension, but it’s no use. Ryan’s no help either, because he wraps his hand around Justin’s cock and starts moving it slowly while both he and Ricky are just inside him, not doing anything.

“Fuck, please, okay I will beg if I have to,” Justin tries to move himself and finds that he can’t, not unless he were to really push for it, but he doesn’t have the brain capacity for it right now. “There is no way you assholes haven’t done this to someone else, fuck.”

“I don’t know about you Rick, but I think he’s ready.”

“Fuck you,” Justin says again, more breathless than the last time.

Ricky lets go of his hair, and pushes him forward, just a little bit more. Ryan’s hand that isn’t on his cock wraps around his jaw, and he feels the bite of his rings as he holds onto his face while Ricky pulls out slowly and shoves back in less slowly, and then Ryan rocks his hips up. All Justin can do is take it, his body pinned between them as they set a pace that makes his brain melt out of his ears. He’s as pliant as he can be, moving with each hard thrust in and slow drag out. Ryan’s let go of Justin’s cock only for him to be able to rub off against Ryan’s stomach while he presses those fingers into his mouth against Justin’s tongue.

“Is it too much?” Ricky asks as he mouths along Justin’s spine.

He can’t speak around Ryan’s fingers, so he just nods his head, pushes back into them as much as he can. It is too much, but it’s exactly what he wants. Ricky grabs onto Justin’s hips harder, yanking him into each thrust while Ryan holds him still. He keeps him grounded. Justin feels like he’s going to melt right off of this bed, off of the fucking planet. Ryan’s wet fingers drag down his face and Justin ducks down to kiss him. Sweat drips down onto Ryan’s chest, stings the little scratches that Ricky’s leaving on his hips and back. 

“You gonna come?” Ryan nips at Justin’s mouth, grins when he nods rapidly. “What about you, Rick?”

“Justin, you gotta tell us if we can come inside—”

“Way to ask now,” Justin mutters, looking over his shoulder. “It’s fine I know you’re both clean.”

Ricky groans and laughs, pressing his forehead against Justin’s back as his thrusts grow shallow and stuttered. He can’t actually feel it when Ricky comes, but he definitely feels it when he pulls out, slumping into Justin as Ryan uses the opportunity to fuck up into him roughly. It gives Justin room to be able to move now and he braces his hands on Ryan’s chest, grinding down on him with every thrust upward. Ricky’s at his side now, plastered against him and reaching between them to get his hand on Justin’s dick. His chin digs into Justin’s shoulder, and he feels his eyes burning into the side of his face.

“Hey Justin,” he says, voice casual as ever as he strokes his cock. “You’ve been so good for us.”

“The best,” Ryan groans out in agreement. He grabs onto Justin’s hips hard and holds him down on his cock, and comes inside of him. “Now you.”

It only takes a few more twists of Ricky’s hand for Justin to come all over his fist and Ryan’s stomach. He slumps forward a little, trying to catch his breath. Ricky pets his hand through his hair, and Ryan pulls him down for a slow kiss. When he turns his head, Ricky is there for kisses of his own. Finally, he’s able to lift himself up off of Ryan and fall onto the bed between the two of them.

“Now how do you feel?” Ricky asks. It’s impossible to miss the snark in his voice, and Justin tries to slap at him but it requires too much effort.

Ryan gives him another hard slap to his hip before he pushes himself out of the bed. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question.”

“I don’t have the spoons to answer your questions right now. Ask me again in an hour,” Justin somehow manages to twist himself over onto his back. He grimaces as he can feel the come dripping out of him as he moves. “Oh, I feel that.”

Ricky snorts, propping his chin up on Justin’s chest while Ryan disappears into the bathroom. “How against pictures are—”

“If you take out your camera and try to ask me for an update, you’ll never be allowed near my ass again.”

Ricky starts to say something, but Ryan tosses him a damp cloth that hits him directly in the face.

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Timebomb

Pairing: Ricky Olson x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, lovey dovey shit

Word Count: 6.1k

Ricky and the reader are on tour together and fall in love. Smut ensues.

I may have gotten a little carried away with this one, but I've had romantic Ricky on the brain for months. Enjoy!

You were on your tour bus, sifting through the belongings in one of your bags, looking for your makeup. It was hot outside, hence why you were dressed in shorts and a tank top, hair pulled up and out of your way. After a moment or so of digging, you finally found the little clutch bag that you had been looking for. Picking it up, you went into the bathroom of the bus, needing the mirror to prepare yourself for tonight’s performance.

You had been on this tour for almost two months, enjoying the chance to tour with a larger band like Motionless In White. Of course, being a huge fan of theirs helped, too. It was nice, as a smaller band, and yourself, a lesser known vocalist and guitarist, to get the opportunity to play to larger crowds and get your name out there. You’d met several people at the merch stand that bought your shirts and now called themselves fans. It was everything you’d dreamed of in the days of tiny venues and crowded vans to carry you to them.

You applied eyeshadow and reflected on your time on this tour thus far. Happy to know that you’d played some of your best shows and given some of your best performances. You’d met so many crew members that you were happy to call new friends. Of course, you’d met and befriended all of the guys in Motionless, as well. They were a very friendly and welcoming group, and you were proud to share the stage with them. You’d spent quite a bit of time with some of them and had even developed friendships and inside jokes. Sometimes, on long bus rides, you’d text the guys on the other bus to kill time and strengthen your newfound bonds.

Of course, there was one member that you seemed to grow especially close to. Their guitarist, Ricky, had become a close confidant of yours and you spent much of your free time on tour talking to him, whether it be through text or just being able to hang out in between shows. He was so inviting when you first met, always asking you questions and genuinely wanting to get to know you. You were surprised by how much he cared about knowing you. After all, you were just the opener, he didn’t have to go out of his way to be nice to you. But, for whatever reason, he seemed to seek you out quite often, thoroughly enjoying your talks. You couldn’t count how many times the two of you had killed hours of time just sitting around, shooting the shit and getting to know each other. You felt like you knew him like the back of your hand at this point, and you were sure he could say the same.

You continued applying your makeup, a thick layer of black eyeliner smudged around the lid to compliment the sparkly black eyeshadow you had previously applied. You caught yourself smiling in the mirror as you recalled the last conversation you had had with Ricky. A seemingly relaxed conversation about some book he’d insisted you read. He even insisted that you make a note of it in your phone, lest you forget the title. You agreed with the promise that he would also read a book of your choosing, as well. He agreed heartily. This man loved books. He spoke about them with such reverence and adoration. You especially loved the way he talked about writing his own book. It really enabled you to catch a glimpse into this man’s mind, his way of thinking about the world. You couldn’t wait to read it and, thankfully, he promised to send you a copy. 

You put the final touches on your look while wondering what his writing would be like. Would he write the way he spoke? Or was it more formal? Would you pick up on any telling information about his personality from the way he phrased his thoughts and feelings of the world around him? You were desperate to read it. It almost made you wish the tour was over so you could go home and eagerly await your copy to arrive. Almost, being the key word. The other half of you, the larger half, hoped this tour would never end. You loved the overall experience, but mostly, you just loved spending time with Ricky.

You knew that you had a crush on him from the day you met. He was so handsome, friendly, and intelligent. You found yourself a bit nervous around him, but unable to pull yourself away. Your introverted nature telling you to hide yourself away, but your mind still involuntarily pulling yourself in the opposite direction. This man drew you in. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had had such a strong effect on you so quickly. Usually, it took more time to draw you in like this. Earlier encounters usually just brushed off as silly little crushes until they became something more. Ricky was different. You felt that rush of adrenaline and butterflies early on. It got to the point where you found yourself either looking for him or thinking about him all the time. 

Eventually, you couldn’t hide your feelings from yourself anymore. Too many deep, late night conversations with him drew forth intense emotional feelings. You couldn’t believe it, but in such a short amount of time, you had fallen in love. It was a recent revelation, but a strong one, just the same. You felt as though you were being swept up by a riptide of love and anxiety, unsure of what you should do. Should you tell him? What if that made things weird? At least the tour was almost over, so you wouldn’t have to live with that awkward situation for long. But what about after? Would you no longer be friends? The idea of losing the relationship you’d already built was crushing. You’d grown very close to this man, and you valued your friendship above all else. You decided to just keep your feelings to yourself. For now, anyway. Maybe it was something you would deal with after you got home and didn’t have to face his rejection face to face.

You finished getting ready and headed out of the bathroom, through the bus, and eventually outside. You were parked outside the venue, the show starting in a short while. You knew your band was warming up, and you decided to join them. Making your way to the practice area, you saw several people lined up out front in full Motionless regalia. A few short years ago, you would have been one of them, and now, you were playing with them and hiding what was probably unrequited love from their guitarist. You lightly shook your head and chuckled at the way things had turned out.

You heard music playing as you approached the vicinity in which your band was practicing. Without saying a word, you slipped into the group, picked up your guitar and joined them in playing warm up scales and running through various parts of the set list. You had already warmed your voice up on the bus, preferring to do that part alone, although you sang bits and pieces and drank lots of water to help keep your voice lubricated. You always wanted to put on a great show, but knowing that Ricky would be watching made you especially focused on playing the best show you could. You’d never felt more nervous performing than after realizing your feelings of love and knowing he was in the crowd. He didn’t have to watch you perform every night, but he did. You chalked it up to him just enjoying the music, which he had admitted to, and not to anything personal or serious.

Finally, the time came to take the stage. You carried your guitar to the side stage and waited to take your place out front. Before you could make your way center stage, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey, good luck out there tonight,” the voice said.

You turned to face the man you knew would be standing there, “Thanks. Come to see us play again?”

Ricky smiled, “Yeah, you guys have killed it every night, I’m not missing out.”

You smiled sincerely, “Thanks, Rick. You guys are killing it, too.”

“Thanks,” he smiled back, “Listen, are you doing anything after the show later?”

You paused, “No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“Well, we have an off day tomorrow and we’re not traveling tonight, so I thought maybe you’d like to hang out or something.”

Your heart raced. You’d hung out many times and surely this would be no different, but you still felt your stomach flip flop whenever he wanted to spend time with you.

“Yeah, that’d be awesome. Is everyone getting together after you play or what?”

“No, I don’t know what everyone else is getting up to tonight. I kinda just thought it could be you and me.”

Was he nervous? Surely, not. But, then again, he did seem a bit fidgety and he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact.

Feeling a bit nervous now, yourself, you took a moment to steady your voice and replied, “Oh, yeah, that’s fine. We can definitely hang out. Where do you wanna meet?”

“Well, we have this little back area of the bus that no one really uses. We could hang out there. Do you just wanna meet me at our bus after we’re done?” he asked, seemingly hopeful.

“Sure, that’s fine. I-”

You were cut off by your cue to take the stage. You turned to look out at the rest of your band heading off, before turning to Ricky one last time.

“I’ll see you then,” you smiled.

He returned the grin, “Okay. See you later. Good luck out there!”

“Thanks,” you smiled one last time before turning and heading out to do your job.

You spent the entire hour of your performance swept up by nerves, glancing back every so often at Ricky watching you. He seemed to be enjoying himself. You were trying your best to take your mind off the fact that Ricky wanted to spend time alone with you, and tried instead to be laser focused on every chord progression you played, every word you sang or screamed. You felt immense pressure tonight, but somehow, you managed to pull through and put on another great performance.

You played your final song, thanking the crowd for their enthusiasm and building up Motionless to come on and knock it out of the park. After you played your final note, the guitar fading into dissonance, you walked off stage back to where Ricky had been. You noticed he was no longer there, figuring that he had to leave to warm up for his own set. You handed your guitar to the waiting tech and made your way backstage to your dressing room. Thankfully, most of the venues had showers, and this one was no different. You took a quick shower, deciding to forgo washing your hair as you had just washed it last night, and you hadn’t gotten too sweaty in your performance. You threw on a pair of tattered jeans and a loose band tee, your hair still up and makeup surprisingly still intact. You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror and then headed out the door, knowing that Motionless would be on in any minute.

You made your way to the side stage, once again, ready for the guys to show up and take their place. After a few minutes of waiting, you saw them rounding the corner out of your peripheral vision. Chris, ever the leader, was in front with the rest of the band following close behind. One by one, they greeted you and gave congratulations on a job well done as they gathered up their instruments and prepared to take their place. Ricky had been quite quiet but never took his eyes off you.

Eventually, he made his way over to you, looking you straight in the eye and making you feel particularly vulnerable. You couldn’t deny it was a good feeling, though.

“Hey, you were fucking amazing out there, as always,” he told you.

You felt your heart flutter, “Thanks. I’m sure you’ll do great as always, too.”

He grinned, “Well, I sure hope so. Don’t be afraid to tell me if we suck, though.”

You laughed, “I’m not sure that’s possible. You guys have been great this whole run.”

“Yeah, well, you can always have an off night,” he began, “So don’t hold back on the honesty.

You chuckled, “Okay, deal. I’ll let you know how awful you are.”

“That’s all I ask for,” he grinned again.

Before either of you had a chance to say anything else, now he received the call to take his place. He turned back to you, smiled one last time, then walked out. Your eyes never losing focus of him. You watched him the whole night. Regardless of who was doing what out there, all you saw was Ricky. You watched the way he walked, the way his fingers moved against his guitar, the way he headbanged and sang his parts. He was a master of his craft, and you were completely smitten by everything he did.

Eventually, they played their final encore and another show was in the books. They made their way back side stage and you gave words of encouragement and high fives to them all. They discarded their instruments and left to head back to their dressing room. Ricky lingered behind, catching sneak glimpses of you when he thought you weren’t looking. You noticed and did the same to him.

Neither of you said anything for a few moments until Ricky broke the silence, “So, listen. I’m gonna go take a shower but do you still wanna meet outside our bus in a little bit? I can text you when I’m on my way.”

“Sure, that sounds fine. I’ll see you in a bit,” you responded.

“Okay, see ya in a bit, then.”

He turned and walked off in the direction of their dressing room. You decided to head to your bus and wait by the phone until he was ready. You figured you could distract yourself with some mindless Instagram scrolling for awhile.

After about a half an hour or so, your phone lit up. You were disappointed to see that it was just some app notification, and not the text you’d been waiting for. You felt a bit silly getting so excited over a text, but you were in love, and you couldn’t lie to yourself about how caught up in this man you were. So you kept scrolling, even going so far as to go to Ricky’s Instagram and look at the beautiful pictures this man had posted of himself.

You were so lost in just looking at him, that it actually startled you when the text you had been awaiting popped up just a few minutes later.

“Hey, sorry I took awhile. Had to wait for my turn to use the shower. I’m on the bus now if you’re ready.”

Your heart raced as you typed, “Okay. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Okay,” was all he responded.

You put your phone in your purse and headed out the door. Walking through the parking lot, you saw the familiar sight of their tour bus and made your way over. You knocked on the door, loud enough to make sure someone would hear you. A few moments later, the door swung open and you were greeted by the friendly face of Vinny.

“Hey! What are you doing here? Come to hang out?” he inquired.

“Sort of. Ricky and I have plans. I’m supposed to meet him here.”

“Oh, yeah. He mentioned something about that. Come on in!”

He stepped aside to allow you to enter the vehicle, closing the door behind you. You were immediately greeted by the entirety of the band and a couple of crew members you’d gotten to know as well. They all said their hellos and Justin informed you that Ricky was in the back room of the bus, just as he had said he would be. You thanked him and made your way to the back, stopping to knock on the door.

The door swung open and you were greeted by the friendly face you had been anticipating, “Hey! Come in!”

You said hello and made your way past Ricky and over to the seated bench. Ricky closed the door and immediately offered you some water which you gratefully accepted. You felt your breathing hitch slightly as he sat close to you.

“So, what’s up?” you asked as if you hadn’t just seen his entire evening.

“Oh, you know, the usual,” he half laughed.

You chuckled in response, “Yeah, I can see that. By the way, you didn’t suck tonight, in case you were wondering.”

He put on an expression of faux seriousness, “Are you sure? Because I told you not to lie to me, remember?”

“I remember, and I swear I’m telling the truth. Scout’s honor,” you replied as you held up the three fingered Girl Scout salute.

He laughed again, “Okay, good. I believe you. So, what do you wanna do?”

“I don’t know. You asked me here, remember?”

He grinned, “That’s true. I guess I should have thought ahead and planned something for us to do.”

“Well, I don’t mind just talking. I’ve enjoyed it every other time we’ve done it.”

He shifted slightly, “Okay, cool. What do you wanna talk about?”

You paused, suddenly feeling nervous, “Oh, I’m not sure. What do you wanna talk about?”

He seemed slightly uncomfortable, you could tell by his expression that he was either trying to think of something, or he had something on his mind and didn’t know how to say it.

“Umm… I don’t know. We could always talk about books again. Unless I’ve completely burnt you out on that subject.”

You chuckled, “Of course not. I love talking about books with you. Got any other recommendations that I should add to my list?”

His eyes lit up, “Oh, definitely. How much time do you have?”

“All night,” you said more assuredly than you had intended.

He paused, looking deep into your eyes. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, knowing he had something to tell you.

“Okay, so there is one book that I just finished yesterday that I’ve been dying to talk to someone about.”

You smiled, “Lay it on me.”

This went on for a while. You listened to Ricky’s synopsis of the book and reveled in the way he passionately described what he loved about it. You asked questions and gave opinions which he seemed to delight in. Of course, he got more recommendations from you, as well. The conversation then shifted to more substantial, life centered topics, and you found yourself creeping toward your desire to tell him how you felt about him. Especially when the conversation made its way into more relationship centered territories.

“...and I guess that’s why I’ve been sort of nervous about love and relationships again. I’m sure it’s all in my head and that things will work out fine if I were to just put myself out there and try again, but it’s daunting, you know?” he finished his thought.

“Absolutely. I totally get what you mean. My last relationship was pretty much the same and I have some of the same hangups about all this stuff as you do,” you responded.

He half smiled, “Glad to know that someone gets it.”

“Definitely.”

He paused for a moment, looking away from you, “Although, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t ready to try again.”

“Oh, really? Just in general, or is there someone specifically that you’ve got your sight set on?” you inquired.

He paused again, “Someone specifically.”

Your heart skipped a beat and then sank deep into the pits of your stomach. Here you were like a love sick school girl, desperately wanting this man’s affection, and his heart was already spoken for. You felt your throat tighten a bit and the smallest semblance of tears start to sting your eyes.

“Oh. Well, if you like someone, you should tell them, right? That’s the only way anything’s gonna happen. So, good luck, and let me know how it goes,” you attempted to play cool.

He said nothing. Just simply stared at you, his brows furrowed as if he were wrestling with himself over what to say next. You had no idea just how much he was contemplating his next choice of words.

“Okay,” he began, “What if I’m in love with this girl? Should I tell her, or should I just say that I like her so it’s not that big of a deal?”

You bit your lip, “Umm, I guess you should tell her that you love her. Might as well be honest. You never know what her response could be.”

“Okay,” he replied, “Then that’s what I’ll do.”

“Good,” you offered back, softly, feeling sadness creep up.

You were worried that you would start crying and immediately began thinking of an excuse to leave. You were just about to excuse yourself when Ricky took a deep breath and lightly grabbed your hand in his.

“So… I guess I’ll just take your advice and tell you that I’m in love with you.”

You froze. Unsure if you had heard him correctly.

“What?”

He steadied himself and said, “I’m in love with you. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I know how I feel. I’ve been holding this back for a little while and hearing you say that I should just go for it made me realize that this is what I want. If you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine. I can deal with it. I just wanted to tell you.”

You attempted to piece together this information with your own internal thoughts. You could hear your brain replaying his words and screaming their own at you. You had no idea how to go forward, completely overwhelmed by emotion.

“You’re in love with me?” you questioned.

“Yeah. I am. Is there any possible chance that you might feel the same way? Call me crazy, but I swear there’s been something between us for a while now.”

“You’re definitely not crazy. There’s absolutely been something between us.”

His eyes lit up again, “Yeah? This isn’t all just in my head?”

“No,” you swallowed, gathering courage, “Ricky, I love you too.”

He was shocked, “Really? You love me?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck. I don’t know if I was expecting that.”

“Really? What were you expecting?” you inquired.

“I don’t know. I guess I played through all the possibilities in my head and I never really landed on which one I thought would be the way it played out.”

You smiled, “I’ve done the same thing. Although, my pessimistic ass always thought you’d reject me.”

He furrowed his brow once more, “You thought I would reject you? Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t know how you felt about me and it was hard to come to any conclusion other than I was being delusional.”

He squeezed your hand softly and lifted his other to the side of your face, “You’re not delusional. I really do love you, and now that I know that you love me, I want to be with you. Is there any reason why we can’t be together or do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

You looked at his big, hopeful eyes, waiting for you to respond as he slowly rubbed his thumb against your cheek. You were swooning hard and your heart was beating out of your chest. You were finally getting what you wanted. What you had been dreaming about.

“Yes, Rick. I want to be your girlfriend,” you replied, lifting your free hand to rest on top of his that still sat at the side of your face.

He smiled, “Thank god. I’ve wanted you so badly.”

You weren’t sure if it was your own bravery or Ricky’s close proximity that made you so bold, but you soon heard yourself saying, “Wanted me how?”

He looked puzzled, “Wanted to be with you.”

“Is that all?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied, still confused.

You bit your lip again, trying to work out how you would phrase what you would say next, “Well… I mean, have you just wanted me in the sense that you wanted me to be your girlfriend? Or have you wanted me in other ways? If you know what I mean…”

Realization struck his expression, “Oh! Yeah. I mean, if I’m being completely honest, I have thought about you in that way, too. Sorry, if that’s weird.”

You grinned, “Rick, I’m your girlfriend now. You don’t have to apologize for wanting to fuck me.”

You noticed his breathing hitch when you said that. He seemed much more focused and sure of himself now, “Yeah? It’s okay that I want to fuck you?”

“It’s very okay, sweetheart,” you flirted.

He smiled, a seductive expression on his face, “Good. ‘Cause I’ve been waiting for this too.”

He gave you no opportunity to reply. As soon as the words left his lips, they were latched on to yours. You felt your head swimming from the contact. You’d daydreamed countless times about your first kiss with Ricky. The fantasy proving to be far inferior to reality. You moved your lips slowly against his, taking in every sensation.

You stayed like this for a few minutes, just soaking each other in and enjoying the romantic catharsis you were both experiencing. Slow kisses turning into soft tongue kissing. You loved the feeling of his tongue against yours. You could stay like this forever.

Ricky had other plans, it seemed. His hands left your face and traveled down to the hem of your shirt, gathering the fabric and lifting it up past your bra. You broke the kiss in order to lift your arms above your head as he continued pulling the material up and off your body. He stopped for a moment to admire what he could see of your semi exposed body.

“Fuck,” was all he said before his lips were once again on yours, his hands at your back undoing your bra clasp.

You felt him slide your bra off your body, leaving your breasts exposed to him. Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands up to lightly squeeze the two mounds of flesh, brushing his fingers over your hard nipples. You moaned into the kiss before pushing your tongue back into his mouth, which he gratefully reciprocated.

You continued kissing as you took your turn to tug at his shirt as well. He repeated your actions of breaking the kiss and lifting his arms, allowing you to discard the clothing. You both sat shirtless, making out as the minutes ticked by. Eventually, you felt his hands undoing the button of your jeans. Your heart raced. This was finally happening.

He pulled down your pants until they were at your ankles. He stopped to remove your shoes and socks before pulling the jeans completely off your body, leaving you in only your panties. He positioned you so that you were lying in front of him across the bench. Without saying a word, he grasped the fabric of your underwear in his tattooed hands and pulled them down your legs, removing them as well. Now you lay completely naked before this man. His eyes roamed your body, looking everywhere and unsure of where to focus.

After taking a proper look at you, his eyes returned to yours and he said, “You are so fucking beautiful. Even more beautiful than I had imagined.”

You smiled, “You’ve been thinking about me naked?”

He returned your smile, “I’ve been thinking about a lot more than that, baby.”

With that, he lowered himself over your body, his chest flush against yours as he began kissing you once more. He kissed you slowly, deliberately. You could tell he was taking his time with you. You didn’t mind in the slightest. You were happy to spend the entire night lying naked underneath this man.

After a few moments, his kisses began to trail your jaw, making their way to your neck. You took in a deep breath as you felt him gently suck and kiss the flesh of your throat. You felt pleasure building in your core as he made his way lower down your body, stopping to latch his mouth onto your breast. You let out a soft moan as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, licking and biting and causing more waves of pleasure. He paid the same care to your other breast before further kissing down your body and to your aching cunt.

He leaned his head up to catch your gaze, as if inquiring whether he could go further. You merely bit your bottom lip and spread your legs wide before him. This was all he needed to further descend upon your soaked pussy. He licked your clit with finesse, drawing the prettiest sounds out of you. He moved his tongue in slow circles as he began to place a finger inside you. You gasped at the intrusion and subconsciously bucked your hips up into his mouth. He seemed to be pleased by your response and responded by sucking your clit hard, making you moan out loud.

“Oh, fuck, Ricky. Baby, that feels amazing,”

He kept up his assault on your swollen bud and placed another finger inside you, pumping and curling his digits against the spongy inner sweet spot of your throbbing cunt. You felt dizzy from the work he was doing to you and you closed your eyes in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself. He moaned as he worked his magic, loving the response you were giving him. It wasn’t long before you felt that familiar coil tightening inside you.

“Fuck, Ricky. You’re gonna make me cum.”

He moaned louder against your clit, sucking and fingering you like his life depended on it.

“Oh my god! Fuck…” you trailed off, gearing toward an orgasm.

Soon, the coil snapped, and you felt yourself arching into his mouth and letting out loud exclamations of ecstasy. You came for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, your body settled and you opened your eyes to the sight of Ricky undoing his jeans and removing the rest of his clothing. Your eyes never left one another, not even once his cock was free. You were so in love with this man and you were swimming in the post orgasm bliss that melded with it. You couldn’t look anywhere other than his beautiful face.

Ricky positioned himself between your legs once more, laying on top of you, just barely hovering above the surface of your skin. You could practically feel an electric charge rippling between your two bodies.

He looked deep in your eyes and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah…” you replied softly, still shaken by the orgasm you had just experienced.

Without breaking eye contact, you felt him position the head of his cock at your soaking entrance. He rubbed it back and forth, gazing into you, gauging your reaction. You bit your lip and waited for him to cross the threshold. When he did, your jaw slacked and you closed your eyes once more. You heard him groan as he slid the full length of his member inside of you. He stopped for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the new fit.

You opened your eyes to see him staring back at you, a loving expression in his gaze. He brushed the side of your face with one hand and gripped your waist with the other.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he said earnestly.

You smiled a sweet smile back at him, “I love you, too.”

With that, he slowly began to rock his hips. You moaned at the newfound friction. You felt completely filled up by this man, loving every second of it. Your gaze met his once more and you felt completely overwhelmed by the romantic and lustful feelings you were experiencing. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper. He moaned and shut his eyes in response. You fought to keep your eyes open as he quickened his pace, wanting to watch the satisfyingly beautiful expression on his face as he made love to you.

Both of your moans filled the room as things escalated. Ricky’s hips now snapping more harshly into yours, eliciting sharp cries from you which he reciprocated. He must have been worried about the guys outside hearing the two of you, as he cut off one particularly loud moan by sealing your lips together once again. You grasped at his back, all four limbs wrapped around him as he fucked you, kissing and soaking in each other’s bodies.

This continued for a few minutes more, increasing in intensity before the two of you came close to your breaking points. Neither no longer caring about who heard what as his lips detached from yours and you openly, wantonly moaned against one another. He lifted your hips lightly off the bench and fucked into you with reckless abandon. You couldn’t help the cry that escaped your lips.

“Fuck, Ricky! Holy shit, that feels sooo good,” you whimpered.

He moaned in response, “Yeah? You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?”

“Yes…” you whined, almost pathetically.

“Yeah? You want me to make you cum again?” he teased before dipping a hand down to rub your clit as he fucked you.

“Oh! Oh my god yes, Ricky. Please, baby.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, snapping his eyes shut.

He picked up the pace even more and soon you were seeing stars.

“Oh! Fuck!” you moaned, having your second orgasm of the night, “Ricky, baby… Fuck!”

That was enough for him to come undone as well. He gripped your hip harshly in his hand and fucked into you roughly as he moaned his own orgasm. Both your cries filling the room and forever sticking in your head. You would remember this night for the rest of your life.

Eventually, Ricky stopped completely as you both composed yourself to the best of your ability, “Fuck, baby, that was amazing,” he breathed out.

“That was fucking incredible,” you managed to slip out, your breathing ragged.

He climbed off of you and scooted you over so that he could lay next to you and hold you in his arms, “I really do love you, you know?”

You smiled sweetly at him, “I really love you too, Rick.

He smiled back and kissed you gently. You lay like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s company and the softness in your lips. You were content to stay like that the rest of the night. You felt his hand rubbing gentle circles into the small of your back as he kissed you. 

Finally, he broke the kiss, “You know what I just thought of?”

“What?” you asked.

“Those guys have been out there this whole time. They probably know what we were doing.”

“Can they hear us this far back? Isn’t the generator loud enough to cover it up?”

“Yeah, but we’ve been back here for awhile, and they sort of know that I was planning to tell you how I felt tonight.”

You were shocked, “They know how you feel about me?”

“Oh yeah, they’ve been giving me shit about it for weeks. I think they’ll just be relieved that I finally did something about it instead of just bitching about it all the time.”

You chuckled, “So you mean this whole time, I’ve been madly in love with you and pining from afar, and there were several people who could have ended my suffering?”

Ricky laughed as well, “I mean, technically, yeah, but I swore them to secrecy. I wanted to be the one to tell you.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” you smiled, “It’s much better coming from you.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, sweetheart,” he began before kissing you again, surely trying to lead up to round two of the night.

You were more than game for another romp with him. You would let this man do whatever he wanted to you, hopefully for the rest of your life.

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N is for Ninja Sex - Ricky

AN: Here is the next part of The Alphabet Game. It is a little rusty but I haven't written in a few weeks so please give me a little grace and enjoy! Next up is Chris with Orgasm Denial

“So wait, Chris hung up on you guys so you technically didn’t do your letter,” Vinny tries to argue the second Justin explains what happened while doing their letter.

“Yes, okay I did hang up, but that isn’t Justin’s fault so I feel like he shouldn’t be punished, they thought it was happening it was me who backed out,” Chris argues, not wanting anyone to take it out on Justin. “I just didn't feel right with it when I thought more about it, sitting in on something so personal for them.” 

“I say we give it to him, it’s not their fault Chris backed out, they thought they did it until after it was done,” Ryan argues, feeling a bit sympathetic towards the pair and not wanting to punish them when they didn’t make that decision.

“Hmm, okay so then Rick, what do you think?” Chris asks. “It’s split down the middle, you be the tie breaker, did they make it?” 

“I say we give it to them but Chris gets a punishment in his next letter…” Rick answers, a smirk on his face because he already has an idea in mind about what to do for that.

“Okay, I can compromise with that,” Vinny responds, conceding to his argument that Justin lost.  

Chris groans, laying his head on the table.  If he’s learned anything in his life it’s that Rick is the equivalent of a mini satan when he comes up with ways to torment and punish people… he knows his next letter is not going to end well.

“Okay, well on that note I have the task for Rick.  I struggled a little bit with actually doable things for N so I decided on Ninja Sex.  So you have to do it with someone next door, but they can’t catch you.  I remembered Vinny mentioning earlier that you guys were doing a double date so either you guys wind up staying at his and Lottie’s place or they stay at yours.  But if you are heard and caught then you lose.  Vin, don’t tell Lottie, let her be the judge.  If she mentions to you that she hears them or thinks she does then they lose,” Justin says, turning to look at Rick.

Rick sits there currently looking pretty cocky, he doesn’t think this will be a hard task to accomplish… if he can get Naomi to stay quiet which can sometimes be pretty hard.

Later

You sit there after dinner is done, distracted as you have been informed what you and Rick’s task for the letter N will be and you do not like it one bit.  You are slightly relieved that Lottie isn’t aware of what is happening tonight but you are slightly embarrassed that Vinny knows what is going on.  I mean they already know pretty much everything about your sex life but that still isn’t the point.

Somehow Rick being the sly fucker he is convinced everyone to head back to your house for wine, that way they can drink and have an excuse for having to stay over, and now you are in the car with your boyfriend driving home while your best friend and hers follow behind you.  Him holding one of your hands reassuringly, trying to keep you relaxed and from overthinking things, which you are honestly guilty of doing.  

“Stop thinking, we both know that she’s a heavy sleeper, especially after drinking, we are going to be fine,” Rick says, starting to rub circles on your hand with his thumb as he tries to comfort you.

“Yeah, but that means we assume she drinks enough wine to make her that way, because you know for a fact that Vinny is aware of that too and might cut her off.  And him being the asshole he is will probably egg her on to try and get her to notice,” you say with a whine, not really comfortable with how this is going.

“Naomi, the rules in place said he can’t encourage her to catch us.  She has to do it herself, so it shouldn’t be that bad honestly.  Really, just be a good girl and keep your pretty mouth shut and it won’t be an issue,” he says lowly, knowing how using his words like that always turns you into his submissive whore on the spot.

You whine, shifting to look out the window without a word, annoyed he used your weakness of calling you a good girl against you to get his way… fucking attractive jerk.

When the two of you arrive at your house you stalk inside, avoiding him while you grab the wine, waiting for your friends to arrive a couple minutes behind you, grabbing the wine and moving out towards the front deck so you all can enjoy the beautiful night.

When they walk up you wind up in your own little world with Lottie, letting her talk to you about whatever as both the guys are off doing whatever dumb shit they always wind up doing together.  Probably planning another episode of this place is haunted or something.  

“So did you two get your letter yet?” Lottie asks, glancing at you with a smile.  You instantly gulp, distracted by her question and trying not to show that you are caught off guard.

“Yeah, it was Narrato… something, basically a word kink, nothing too crazy,” you lie through your teeth, begging that your best friend can’t tell that you aren’t telling her the truth and luckily she didn’t notice.  She just continued to drink her wine, which you have refilled a couple times now.  

Luckily she is starting to feel it, and you know that she is simply because she asked you that, she's one that is usually shy about anything sexual so if she’s asking you about it then it must have started to hit her at least a little, made her more comfortable around you.

“Hmm, that definitely sounds like something that Rick would be good at.  I mean, being a writer and all I bet he is good at using his words,” she says, giving you a knowing smirk.

“He isn’t awful at dirty talk, I will say that.  But I doubt that you need to know much more about our sex lives than that… and I am sure you don’t want to know more than that,” you respond, nudging her with your elbow.

“Yeah, I’m good without knowing much.  I already know way too much about what all of you do than I ever wanted to nor intended to know,” she responds, turning to watch her boyfriend for a moment where he talks to yours.

The two of you continue to talk until it is starting to get late, late enough that Rick loudly suggests that they stay in the guest room for the night so they aren’t driving so late, Vinny quickly agreeing before winking at you.  You sigh before slowly retreating to your room when they retire to theirs, loaning your friend some extra clothing of yours to sleep in while they spend the night, growing more anxious as it gets closer to time.

When you have them settled and make your way to your bedroom you sit down on the bed with a groan, Rick quickly following behind you and sitting next to you, kissing your forehead when he notices you are uncomfortable.

“Hmm baby, relax.  Forget about them, let me make you feel good.  It’ll be like we’re in a hotel room again, nothing new right?” Ricky asks, slowly starting to rub your shoulders, wanting you to relax some and if that means light touches, teasing you.

His hands slowly move, trailing lower across your back before settling at the bottom of your shirt, sliding up the inside of it and over your stomach softly.  Teasing you as he tries to work you up, get you out of your head a little bit.

He hears you let out a soft sigh and knows that his touch is slowly working like he wanted it to. “That’s it, just feel baby, shut your mind off and give in to me.  Let me make you feel good tonight. But remember, you need to be a good girl and stay quiet for me.”

You close your eyes, focusing on what he’s doing right now as you feel him slide your sleep shirt over your shoulders, slipping it off of you and leaving you bare minus your panties before he slowly pushes on your shoulder, urging you to lay against the bed.

When you feel his lips meet yours you give in, melting into the kiss as his hands stay in pretty neutral territory.  One running along the back of your neck while he uses his other to support himself over you.  His tongue finding yours as he leads you in a kiss that makes you crave more for him, makes you want him more than anything.  Him smiling against your lips when he feels you give in and stop fighting against this.

“Good girl, that’s it,” he whispers in your ear before leaving a kiss right underneath it, slowly trailing his lips along your neck and throat before moving lower, now nipping at your collar bone.  He knows that you like it when he gets a bit rougher, uses his teeth and that's just what he does, moving himself back up your throat to a visible spot before beginning to work on leaving a mark there.

“I think we should leave a pretty hickey right here, that way Lottie sees it in the morning and realizes what we did tonight, what do you think?” He asks softly before starting to suck on that spot, his teeth soon joining as he continues to work on that spot until he is satisfied with the deep bruise that is left behind.  Knowing that you are fighting back so bad right now, not wanting to get loud and be caught, that this is a weakness of yours that usually gets you loud.

“Good job baby, I didn’t think you could hold yourself together with me biting you like that, normally it turns you into a mess,” he says, his lips almost touching your own before he gives in and kisses you again.

While his lips are on yours a hand trails up your torso, settling on one of your breasts as he begins to toy with your nipple, knowing that teasing it slowly always gets to you too.  He's decided that he wants to push your limits, wants you to struggle with this tonight, barely able to hold yourself back from crying out while he touches you, makes you feel amazing.

You whine against his lips, feeling sensitive as he continues to very lightly toy with it, enough to where it almost tickles as it hardens under his fingers before he gives it a harsh pinch, wanting to pull a cry out of you.  He watches as you bite your lip, trying your hardest to hold back.  When that doesn’t work he lowers his head, taking the other one between his lips, swirling his tongue around it, sucking and nipping at it, causing you to let out a gasp, unable to fully hide how you are starting to feel right now.

“Fuck rick,” you say softly, settling your fingers in his hair as you look down towards him, noticing the cocky smirk that is now on his lips.  Enjoying that he is starting to break you, make you forget about everything you were concerned with earlier and just enjoy yourself.

“Hmm, this isn’t enough though is it, you want more don’t you? Tell me what you want me to do to you?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours in an intense gaze as you ay flushed underneath him.  His fingers teasing you through the lace of your panties as he waits for an answer.

“I-I want to feel your mouth on me please, want to feel good,” you mumble softly, not wanting to even speak too loud in fear of being heard, of being caught by anyone.

Apparently that is all he wanted to hear, because as soon as you say it he settles lower on the mattress, slipping your now wet panties down your thighs before suddenly giving you a few teasing licks around either side of your clit, getting you going but not quite giving you what you needed.  His tongue slipping down towards your entrance before back up, still not quite there as you lay your head back, growing frustrated.  When you eventually whine in annoyance he pops his head up, looking at you.

“What, you said you wanted my mouth, is that not what I am giving you baby? Do you need something more?” he asks, giving you a knowing look, knowing that he is working you up and frustrating you.

“Please, my clit needs your tongue please,” you whine, “you fingers too.”  You have no reservations at this point, if begging and straight forward is what he wants then that is what you will give him.  Hell at this point you need it so bad you don’t even care if anyone will hear you, you just, fuck, you need to come.

“Good girl.”

He gives in almost instantly, plunging two fingers inside of you harshly while his lips lower, wrapping themselves around your clit, sucking on it rather harshly as he finally gives you what you need.  Lapping at it, sucking on it, making you feel so sensitive while his fingers work you, teasing against that sensitive spot that makes you whimper under him, that makes you draw close to the edge rather quickly.  

When you moan, drawing closer Rick uses his other hand to slip a couple fingers in your mouth. “Shh, you���re getting too loud baby,” he whispers while getting back to work, moving his hand to only cover your mouth as he draws you closer, wanting you to come so he can just fuck you already.  

When you do with a string of moans he continues to cover your mouth, muffling your moans as he works you through it before slowly pulling himself away from you.  Quickly stripping himself of his boxers before settling himself over you, not giving you time to recover before he plunges in you, a hand settling back over your mouth after the loud moan you let out when he does.

“I think you want us to get caught,” he grunts as he begins to thrust inside of you, seeking his own release now. “You want them to hear us, to know I make you feel so good don’t you?” 

The more he eggs you on the more turned on you are, you aren’t sure why this is making you feel so much more turned on but it is.  His hand moves away from your mouth and down between the two of you to your clit.

“I want you to come again, keep yourself quiet as you do, be a good girl for me,” he murmurs against your skin as he starts to fuck you harder, his fingers circling your clit at the same time.  

He’s close and needs you to finish before him, wanting to watch you fight it so hard as you do, so he quickens his movements of your clit. “Come for me Naomi.”

You do, moving one of your own hands to bite down on right before you do to keep yourself quiet, knowing you can’t as it hits you.  Your eyes watering as you arch your back, finishing with what is honestly one of the strongest orgasms you have ever had.  Rick quickly follows after you, finishing inside of you with a low groan before slowing down and eventually stopping.  

He sighs, leaning down to give you a soft kiss before getting up and walking into your attached bedroom to get a wet washcloth, helping you clean both of your releases off your thighs gently.

“Hey… are you okay? I know this pushed a lot of boundaries for you and….” he asks, his thumb brushing your cheek as you look at him.

“It’s, yeah I’m fine.  Good thing you know me better than I do and did your best to keep me quiet,” you answer with a soft sigh before moving to curl into his side now that you are both laying down.  Your face nuzzled in his neck as you let yourself start to drift off, feeling tired and scared for the morning.

The Next Morning

Lottie and Vin make their way down towards the kitchen where you are busy making breakfast for everyone, praying that she doesn’t mention anything about hearing the two of you the night before.

You turn, setting a plate of pancakes on the table as well as one of bacon before taking a seat, sipping out of your coffee mug.

“Eww gross, please tell me you and Rick didn’t,” Lottie groans when she notices the mark on your throat making you almost spit out your mouthful of coffee in surprise.

“Oh they definitely did, that was their letter,” Vinny says with a knowing smirk. “If you heard them then they would have lost but clearly you had no clue until just now so…” his hand moves to rest on his girlfriend's thigh.

You feel your own face heat up, knowing you are flushing bright red after he says what he did, while your best friend watches you closely, a mix of disgusted and annoyed.

“Wait, so you lied to me about what your letter actually was to keep me in the dark… bitch,” she mumbles, but quickly winks at you so you know that she is just teasing you now.

“Can we just eat breakfast and end this conversation please?” You let out with a groan, making everyone at the table laugh as they continue to tease you.  You realizing that your best friend is never going to let you live this down.  

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Falling In Love

Ricky Olson x F!Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: 18+ only. Fluff and smut are included. Mentions of teasing, unprotected p/v sex.

Prompt:

"please stop."

"stop what?"

"stop making me fall in love with you."

(credit to celestialwrites)

You're currently getting ready for your date with Ricky. You've been seeing him for a couple months. It wasn't anything fancy, but you didn't wanna dress too lazy.

You decided to wear a red velvet top, with a leather skirt. Then you wore some boots.

You also grabbed a jacket that went along with the outfit. You then did your hair, getting a text from Ricky while doing it. You glanced at your phone, and it was him telling you that he was on his way to your place.

You paused what you were doing to reply to him. Then you set your phone down to continue what you were doing. After you get done, you put everything away. You then grab your purse, and as you are walking to the front door, you see Ricky pulling into a parking space.

Smiling to yourself, you exit your apartment, locking it before you walk to Ricky's car. As you walk up to his car, you see him standing in front of it.

"Hey there gorgeous." He greets you.

"Who are you calling gorgeous?" You say blushing.

"You. Who else?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Am not." You laugh.

"Please, you look amazing." He says walking close to you.

"Please stop." You giggle.

"stop what?" He asks, stopping his tracks.

"stop making me fall in love with you." You say, covering your red cheeks with your hands.

He smiles, and steps closer to you. He takes your hands, putting them down.

"Well I, am in love with you too. Now, are you ready to go or do you just wanna keep standing here?" He says.

"Yeah, we can go now." You smile.

He nods, and you both get in the car. He starts the car, a HIM song starts playing as the car turns on.

"Why am I not surprised?" You say laughing.

"You know me, babe." He smirks, before focusing on driving. He pulls the car out of the parking space, and starts driving towards the place you both are going to.

As he's driving, he places a hand on your thigh. You glance at him and he smirks at you.

Oh. So he's teasing you now.

His hand then starts rubbing your thigh every once in a while and you obviously notice.

"I swear to god, if you keep teasing me-" You start to say before Ricky interrupts you.

"I'm not god, but nice try. What are you gonna do about it?" He says, teasing you even more.

"I hate you." You say playfully.

"Love you too babe. We should be there in five minutes." He says.

You smile at him and look out the window while he's driving.

As he pulls the car into a parking space, he squeezes your thigh. This makes you gasp.

"We're here, babe." He says.

"I can see that." You say.

You both get out of the car, and after getting situated in the restaurant, you both enjoy each other's company.

Ricky continues to tease you, of course. The waitress gives you your drinks, and takes your orders. After she walks away, you and Ricky continue to talk.

"So, did you want me to stay the night at your place tonight?" Ricky asks you.

"If you want to, yeah." You smile.

"Of course I want to." He says.

A bit later, your food arrives. You both eat, then after a bit he pays for the food. You both leave the restaurant after he pays, getting back in his car.

As he's driving, he places his hand on your thigh again. You start to feel the heat pooling your underwear as he does that.

His hand starts to move near where you need him most, and you decide to do the same to him.

He gasps, and looks at you.

"You know what you're doing babe. Payback is a bitch." You say.

He smirks. "Go ahead, do what you want. When we get back to your place you're all mine." He says as his hand reaches your underwear.

You gasp, and you decide to tease him even more. You move your hand from his thigh to his crotch. He gasps, then you start palming him.

"Fuck. We're almost there, then I'm bending you over that couch and taking you right there." He groans.

Soon, he's parking the car in the parking space, and you both speed walk to your apartment. You quickly unlock the door, and lock it quickly as you both get inside.

Ricky pulls you to the couch, and bends you over like he said. You dropped your things as he did this.

He put your skirt up, and rutted into you.

"You feel what you did to me? That's all you." He said.

"Just take me already Ricky, god damn it." You growled.

"Gladly." He smirks.

You then hear the sound of a belt and a zipper being undone, and soon enough he slams into you.

"Fuck!" You moan, gripping onto one of the pillows on the couch.

"Be as loud as you want. Let them know who you belong to." He says in your ear.

You let out a moan as he pulls out of you, then slams back into you.

"Fuck," You whine.

He moves his hand down to your clit.

"Please," You moan.

"Please what?" He smirks.

"You know damn well what I want." You growl.

"I do. On it babe." He says. He rubs your clit, and this makes you gasp.

Soon, you clench around him.

"I'm close." You groan.

"Cum for me." He says.

A few moments later, you cum. He releases shortly after you, then pulls out. He then picks you up, carrying you to the restroom to help clean up.

For the rest of the night, you're in each other's arms. You end up falling asleep earlier than usual, due to being exhausted from...certain activities.

Ricky strokes your hair as you fall asleep, then kisses your forehead. He falls asleep shortly after you.

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Hey guys soooo I seem to be creative and work my best under pressure and surrounded by chaos.

So in light of that, I am opening my box up for anything Bad Omens, Chris Motionless, Ricky Olson, or Vinny Mauro related.

Prompts (if needed) can be found here.

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Re-blogging my girls Master list cause she deserves to be recognized for her work!

Master List

Here is my master list of fics I'm writing currently. (Please give me a bit of reprieve on any bad intimacy scenes. I cant write those for shit. As I complete the fics I will be compiling them into master lists so this doesn't get too long.

Trust and Love: A Ricky/Vinny Fic Master List

Becoming One: A Noah Sebastian and Chris Cerulli Fic

Part 1: Missing You

Part 2: Blowup

Part 3: On the Bus

Part 4: The words you shouldn't say

Part 5: Hello Again

Part 6: Quality Time (NSFW)

Part 7: Disappointments

Part 8: Mistakes

Part 9: I Love You

Part 10: Reunited

Part 11: Going Home

Part 12: Teasing (NSFW)

Part 13: We Belong Together

Part 14: Confession (NSFW)

Part 15: Decisions

Part 16: Family

Part 17: All for You (NSFW)

Part 18: Better Together

Porcelain: A vampire Rick Olson story

Part 1: The Mansion

Part 2: Unexpectedly Easy

Part 3: Getting to Know You

Part 4: Lost in You (NSFW)

Part 5: Eternally Yours

Part 6: Accidents and Rejection

Part 7: Being Honest

Part 8: Make Me Yours (NSFW)

Part 9: Being Honest

Soulmate Necklace: A Ricky Olson story

Part 1: Finding You

One Shots:

Motionless:

For Your Viewing Pleasure (NSFW)

Falling for You (Ricky fluff)

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FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

Hello! I've decided to update my recommendation list and give it a bit more structure, this is why I'm making a new list and try to keep it updated as often as possible. (The old list will still be available don’t worry)

To my fellow fanfic creators, I can't even put into words how much I appreciate you all. You're all so good at what you are doing. Thank you for sharing your masterpieces with us! ♡

Please read the content warnings for each piece of fiction! Most of them are NSFW so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

LAST UPDATED JUNE 2 2024

BAD OMENS:

Noah Sebastian x OC/Reader:

✫ JUST PRETEND by @thefallennightmare & @thescarlettvvitch

✫ ENTOMBED by @thescarlettvvitch

✫ MERCY by @thefallennightmare

✫ I TOOK YOUR KEYS, IT WAS ME by @badnoahmens

✫ SWEEP ME OF MY FEET by @badnoahmens

✫ PULLED FROM THE GREY by @crimson-calligraphyx

✫ SWEETENED BREATH, TONGUE SO MEAN by @rottingfern

✫ SCREAM by @foliosriot

✫ THE ROTTEN AND UGLY by @foliosriot

✫ THE INEVITABILITY OF LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT by @veronicaphoenix

✫ TO HOLD YOU, TO HEAL YOU by @veronicaphoenix

✫ DISCIPLINE by @sorrowsofsilence

✫ TOGETHER by @darksigns-exe

Nicholas Ruffilo x OC/Reader:

✫ SAFETY NET by @measuredingold

✫ DISGUISED IN YOUR SHEETS by @deathblacksmoke

✫ DELICATE BEGINNING RUSH by @concreteburialplot

✫ JUST CRASH (IT'S OUR TIME NOW) by @sitkowski

✫ TOGETHER by @deathblacksmoke

Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x OC/Reader:

✫ LITTLE ONE by @cowpokeomens

✫ ABSOLUTION by @cowpokeomens

✫ SCAR by @ladyveronikawrites

✫ LIKE BRANCHES IN A FLOOD by @the-way-of-words

✫ TOGETHER by @circle-with-me

Nick Folio x OC/Reader:

✫ CLUTCH by @kingdomof-omens

✫ LIMONCELLO by @sinkingteethinwhitenoise

✫ HARDER by @sorrowsofsilence

✫ THE CRAZIER I CAME by @deathblacksmoke

✫ TOGETHER by @malice-ov-mercy

Matt Dierkes x OC/Reader:

✫ FOR YOU? NEVER by @thefallennightmare

✫ JUST FOR TONIGHT by @withcrossesandframes

✫ MATT DIERKES FRIENDS TO LOVER REQUEST by @thcfountain [Matt Dierkes x ace afab!Reader]

✫ MATT DIERKES SMUT by @artificialbreezy

Other Pairings:

✫ LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE by @ladyveronikawrites

✫ CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE [Noah Sebastian x Nick Ruffilo x fem!Reader] by @deathblacksmoke

✫ DOMINATE THE GAME [Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x female reader x Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless] by @ladyveronikawrites & @nerdraging4point0

Love Triangle:

✫ VIRALITY [Nicholas Ruffilo x fem!OC & Noah Sebastian x fem!OC] by @concreteburialplot

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE:

Vinny Mauro x OC/Reader:

✫ SURPRISE by @ravieisunhinged

✫ BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE by @beaker1636

✫ SWEET BOY by @circle-with-me

Ricky Olson x OC/Reader:

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Chris Motionless x OC/Reader:

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Other Pairings:

✫ EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THRONS by @cookiesupplier [Ricky Olson x OFC x Chris Motionless]

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[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

[electric-cross]

Think I'm gonna write a Ricky Olson fic today.

[sitkowski]

“For being my safe person.”

GOD. Okay 😭💖

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.

[beaker1636]

A Love Reunited - Ricky Smut/Fluff

A/N: I don’t know why my mind went towards a sappy fluffy cute smut but it did so hopefully you enjoy this anon! I didn’t edit this so they’re maybe some typos, also I upload via mobile so if the formatting is ever off I am sorry! Enjoy!

Edit: for some reason tumblr won’t let me add the imagine below the photo so it’s all wonky. Sorry!

Sighing you clock out at work and make your way out the door, extra glad it is finally the weekend after a long week, but also a little disappointed to be making your way home to your apartment alone. Your boyfriend Ricky is away on tour and unfortunately there is still about a week left before he can be home.

You decide to send him a quick message before you start the drive home, letting him know that you are thinking of him and miss him.

When you pull into your driveway you notice that you have a message so you take your phone out as you walk towards your front door.

“Good thing we got home early then,” you read.

You quickly unlock your front door when you got the message, looking up to immediately gasp. Wasting no time you make your way to where he sits on your couch, sit down on his lap facing him and bury your face in his neck. His arms snake around you, holding you to him tightly as you both sit there in the silence for a couple minutes to embrace and take comfort in being together again.

“Something came up and the tour ended a week early, so I decided to surprise you after work today,” he says softly in your ear, not wanting to let go of you as the two months you were apart has taken a toll on not just you but him as well.

“I missed you so much,” you mumble, trying not to embarrass yourself by happy crying.

The timer in the oven goes off, forcing you to separate from eachother.

“Go sit at the table, I will have dinner out for us in a minute,” he says kissing your forehead as he slips by you and into your kitchen.

You make your way to the dining room table ad smile when you see that there is a beautiful bouquet of flowers itting on it, and candles are lit around the room giving a romantic feel towards the meal, which melts your heart at the effort that he made to do something for you despite the fact you know he must be tired from the tour.

Rick comes out with your plates and then heads back into the kitchen to grab you both a couple of glasses of wine before he takes a seat next to you at the table.

“You didn’t have to do all of this for me, I know you must be exhausted after such a long tour,” you say as you start to eat the wonderful meal that he has cooked.

“I wanted to do something nice for you when I got back because this was the first tour we’ve been through together and I know it is a lot for you as well. I figured we have a nice at home date tonight and then we can spend the weekend being lazy and lying around together. After your week you probably need it too,” he responds back, reaching over to lightly squeeze your thigh under the table.

The two of you continue to eat, Rick telling you all about the fun and weird moments of the tour. Most of this he has already told you during your facetime chats but you still gladly listen to him as its been so long since you have heard him talk in person.

When you both finish eating you move closer to him so that you can give him a kiss, giggling when he pulls you out of your chair and onto his lap, not expecting the sudden playful moment.

“I’m so glad you are home, I missed you so much. I know you would never do anything but just knowing you meet so many fans makes me anxious, you never know what they could do or if you would meet someone better,” you admit shyly as you start to lightly play with his hair, loving the silky feel of it in your hands.

“Baby, listen to me. I don’t want anyone else. Noone comes close to you or how I feel about you,” he brushes your cheek with his thumb, which makes you look at him and making eye contact.

He leans down to gently kiss you again, but this time feels a lot different than any the two of you have ever shared with eachother. You can’t place why but you don’t question it, quickly giving in to the feeling and losing all sense of what is happening around you.

You can feel him smile in the kiss which makes you smile as well. Lightly Rick tugs on your lip with his teeth, your tongues lazily meeting. You can’t help but love how soft and gentle everything is right now. These slow sweet moments together are rare and you haven’t been able to have on in awhile.

His hands trail down your sides before landing on our ass and resting there for a moment before he pulls his lips away from yours just slightly.

“Why don’t we move this to our bed? You can show me how much you missed me,” he whispers, his breath ghosts across your lips making you shudder.

Rather than answering you get up off his lap and grab his hand, leading him out of the dining room and to your bedroom.

Both of you lay down on your sides facing eachother, lips quickly colliding with eachothers again only this time is more heated, both of you getting needy for contact that you have been missing.

One of his hands is resting on your hip as the other is in your hair, holding you closely to him. Slowly he pushs on you, letting you know that he wants you to lay down on your back which you happily do.

His hands teasingly rub the skin of your stomach which is now exposed from your shirt riding up slightly. Trailing his hands softly up your torso until they make their way back down towards the hem of your shirt, which he grabs and slides off of you, your bra quickly going with it while you blush.

The two of you have only been together like this a handful of times before he had to leave for the tour, so despite wanting it you still can’t help but feel shy when he looks at your body.

He gives you another quick soft kiss that is over before you can register that it had begun before they lightly start to ghost from your ear down to your throat. At the same time one of his hands moves to cup a breast, lightly kneading it before starting to roll your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Even after all this time he still takes satisfaction in teasing you.

He know that he finds your sensitive spot on your throat when you gasp and tilt your head allowing him more access to continue leaving marks along the path, because you know that he has to be at that point.

Reaching inbetween the both of you you decide to unbutton his jeans, sliding them down slightly along with his boxers.

He adjusts so that he can kick his them off the rest of the way before his lips slowly start to trail down your chest, continuing to leave marks as you reach down to slowly stroke him, wanting to drive him crazy and tease him as much as he was doing to you. You know you succeeded when he lets out a barely audible groan which makes you giggle.

His lips wrap around one of your nipples, making you gasp and shift at the sensitive feeling, your jeans feeling a bit too constricting now.

He notices you shift and moves to unbutton them, pulling away from you slightly so that you can lift your hip, allowing him to remove them as well as your panties in one quick motion before sitting at your side. He reaches over you so that he can rub your clit but you grab his wrist and stop him.

“No, I-I just want to feel you tonight, please?” you beg, craving the closeness and the connection that you have been lacking out on with him.

His shifts so that he is leaning over the top of you again, his lips finding yours gently as he teases you slightly with the tip against your clit. When you give him an annoyed grunt he finally gives in and slips inside of you, both of you letting out a groan at the sudden feeling of pleasure that is coursing through you.

Hi thrusts get a little bit harder as he goes but he doesn’t get anywhere near as rough with you as he always has in the past. He wants to savor this moment with you and enjoy this feeling. He also feels the change between this act and the other times the two of you have been together.

Pulling away he locks his eyes with you as his hands find their way to your waist, flipping the two of you so that you are now on top.

“Ride me baby, fuck just like that,” he groans as you begin to rock your hips against his, you being inpatient and going a bit quicker than he was when he was on top and leading the two of you.

Knowing that he won’t last long himself after not getting any for a few month he reaches between the two of you, starting to toy with your clit which makes you look away from him, arching your back at the level it adds to everything.

He can feel you starting to clench around him, hear you letting out breathy moans that let him know that you are getting quick and when you do cum rather abruptly he is right behind you, spilling inside of you a couple seconds later.

When you come down you share a couple lazy kisses before you finally pull yourself off him and go to your bathroom to quickly clean yourself up.

When you return you quickly put your pajamas on, and notice that he has slipped into his boxers and is laying on your bed waiting for you to join him. You do so, laying your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around him while he begins to lightly run a hand along your back. Both of you sit there quietly, processing what has changed between the two of you but not wanting to be the one to break the silence.

A few moments later Rick decides to be the one to break it, “Being away from you like this for so long made me realize something… well that and one of Chris’ weird peptalks helped me figure it out too,” Rick says softly, still rubbing your back softly.

You move so that you are looking up at him,” Hmm?” you ask.

“This is probably not the best time to say it, and totally is not what I planned to do but I want to say it. I love you, more than that I’m in love with you. I’ve never mised someone so much while gone, or worried about a girlfriend like this,” he slowly stops talking when he realises he is rambling.

“Rick, I love you too. I just was too nervous to say it and freaked out thinking it would freak you out saying it only four months into our relations,” you admit and then before giving him a second kiss lightly.

Suddenly realization hits you and you pull away with a weird look on your face.

“Wait, you confided in this with my brother before you did me? No wonder he has been really weird lately when we’ve talked and asking how things are going with you,” you say giggling slightly.

You lay back down, curling up in his side again, content to just stay like that the rest of the night.

“He confronted me about it, I will explain later, lets just go to bed,” he says, sounding annoyed.

You decide to just let the subject go but totally plan to ask him about it in the morning curious on what that could have meant.

The two of you continue to catch up on everything you haven’t had a chance to with one another before you finally start to fall asleep, feeling loved and cared for, more content in your relationship than ever.

[vanishxcanvas]

Down

Ricky Olson x Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: Angst and fluff are included.

Background - You're having a bad day mentally, and Ricky decides to come over to your apartment so you're not alone.

You turn your gaze to the time on your phone. It reads: 1 PM. You're currently laying on the floor of your bedroom, as you've been having a shitty day mentally.

You've just been in a bad headspace, and you want to dissappear. You also have a few text messages and calls from Ricky. He hasn't heard from you all day, so he's worried. You've been seeing him for a while, but he's known you long enough to know that something isn't right.

A few minutes later your hear a noise at the door, and you get startled for a second. You decide to get back in your bed, as you were only on the floor due to falling off of it earlier. You also haven't slept in a day.

He has a key, as you let him have a spare key. You hear the door open, and then you hear it shut closed. Then you hear movement, and you hear your bedroom open. Your gaze turns to him as he walks in.

"Thank god you're okay." Ricky says, with a worried expression on his face.

"I'm alive, that's all." You mumble.

Ricky walks over to the other side of the bed, and comes towards you after taking off his shoes.

As he gets on the bed, he strokes your hair.

"How long have you been like this? Did you take a shower today?" He asks.

"Since yesterday, and no.." You reply.

"Y/n, you need some sleep. Why don't you take a shower, and then go to sleep? I'll be right here." He suggests.

"I could." You say.

"You'll feel a lot better once you take one. You always do." He says.

"Alright, I'll go take one." You say, getting up.

You grab some clothes which include a t-shirt and some shorts. Before you go in the restroom, Ricky tells you that he's gonna stay for the night.

You nod, and then you go in the restroom to take a shower.

After you finish, you put your clothes on and brush your hair. Then you grab your dirty clothes, and put it in the laundry hamper.

As you walk back into your bedroom, you see Ricky laying in your bed, scrolling on his phone.

You get in bed, and he looks at you. "Come here" He says, pulling you closer to him. He puts his phone on the bedside table, and turns back towards you.

"So what's been going on?" Ricky asks.

"I've just been feeling like shit mentally, and that I don't belong." You mumble.

"I'm sorry you've been feeling like that. Nobody deserves that.." He says stroking your hair.

"I know..I just fucking hate it." You mumble, with tears starting to form. Ricky notices, and he tries to wipe them from your eyes.

"It'll be okay, love. I promise it will. I'll be here for you as long as you want me to." He says.

"Thank you, that means a lot." You say, smiling at him.

"Of course. Is there anything you want me to do?" He asks.

"Just stay here for now, that's all" You say.

"Gladly." He says, holding you.

For the rest of the night, you both cuddle in bed and then fall asleep.

[sitkowski]

kinktober 2024 [masterpost]

>>>under construction <<<

header by me // dividers by @adornedwithlight

total word count: read on ao3 || masterpost || taglist signups

⋙ friends in sin - miw kinktober

𖦹 hum static (twist it, grasp it) - ryan/justin/ricky, multiple penetration 𖦹 late night devil, put your hands on me - vinny/oc, vinny/chris, tasks & assignments 𖦹 up under my skin - justin/noah, mutual masturbation 𖦹 empty gold - girl!ricky/chris, boots 𖦹 drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart - werewolf!ryan/vinny - monsterfucking

⋙ kinktober in the concrete jungle - bad omens

𖦹 in smoldering embers - girl!nicholas/girl!folio, sensory deprivation 𖦹 under the knife - jolly/ryan, edgeplay 𖦹 get me low (like a basement) - nicholas/cam, orgasm denial 𖦹 sink into me - girl!noah/f!reader - bondage 𖦹 i will wrap you in cold - vampire!jolly/noah, haunted house

[cookiesupplier]

Now I want a ESV XD

In a world where vampires are actively trying to fit in with humans, coexist safely and help each other, Vinny and his ESV(Emotional Support Vampire), Ricky, are getting to know each other and learning more and more. Adapting to the life in the contract they both signed, and are living with. As they do they border the line between Friends.... and Lovers.

Tags: @cookiesupplier @phxntxsmicgoricxl

[cookies-and-mirrors]

Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Thirty

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

Dividers by @samspenandsword @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics

Authors Note: And we hit 30 chapters! Still going strong!

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

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

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

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

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

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Chapter Thirty

Vinny had woken up at her usual time, finishing the cake for Riyah’s breakfast, leaving a note it was for Riyah only. Then she headed down to open the shop with a smile on her lips, and a hopeful twinkle in her green eyes as she did.

Chris was happy to be up with Vinny, helping her in the café, feeling like himself. Everything felt like it was falling into place, and yet, at the same time, there was so much that could go sideways. It wasn’t his job anymore to consider the multitude of things that could go wrong, but he refused to put it all on Gwynn. Didn’t mean he wanted to tackle it all this morning, not when he had time with his mate. He was spending it helping her, carrying a rack of baked goods and sliding the muffins into the glass display case.

Noah was upstairs, snuggled up to Riyah where he had stayed the night, a soft sound as he nuzzled to the gargoyle hoping to wake him, he wanted to go downstairs… he could smell food. He could smell the coffee. Obviously, he was hungry, and so that meant one thing. Hungry, time for breakfast. Wake up Riyah. He butted his shoulder with his head again.

As the pair was up and preparing for the day, Riyah was still sound asleep. Worn out from yesterday, the gargoyle was curled up on one of the beds with Noah, and he had the small bobcat with him. At the small sound and nuzzle, he stirred a bit while he went to nuzzle him back, but was still asleep. Unaware that the younger male wants to go downstairs, and he groans softly, stretching with a yawn after the small headbutt to his shoulder.

“‘M awake…” Riyah drawled as he glanced at his friend and wrinkled up his nose at the smell of food. His brain cannot process what he's smelling, so it's… odd to him.  Moving to sit up now, the gargoyle rubs his eyes with a yawn and then looks to Noah. “Let's get you something to eat, yeah?”

Noah vibrated as he purred, rubbing himself against Riyah as the gargoyle was waking up. Yes, yes food, he was already starving. 

A quiet laugh left him, petting his friend for a moment before picking him up. “C'mon you walking bottomless pit,” Riyah quipped softly as he stood up with Noah and made his way down to the café with him. He was more awake now despite his head being a little foggy with sleep, but he now can breathe in easily without wanting to gag. Nonetheless, here he was down in the café with Noah and went to sit down.

Vinny smiled, touching Chris's shoulder. “Baby. Go ahead and pull out three yogurt parfaits, and a dozen muffins. I'm gonna make Riyah a smoothie and one for Noah.” she said warmly, kissing his cheek.

Nodding, “I’ll finish setting up the display.” Oh, Chris liked helping, however he could. He might not be able to do things, like having worked out how to use the machines Chenza used to make the smoothies and the coffees that she served people with, but he certainly liked helping however he could. Setting out the cakes and the muffins all fancy and decorative like, that was fun, and not something he would get to do normally. Noah, meanwhile, while he perked up at the idea of a smoothie, was paying close attention to the apple crumble muffins that grandpa Chris was building into a fancy little tower on the counter. Pretty.

Riyah, on the other hand, had his head down, still holding Noah close but, of course, with wiggle room for his friend. He was tired, still a little out of it as he also watched Chris set up the muffins. Shifting to get comfortable in his seat, he goes to lightly scratch under Noah’s chin and ears. “I see you eyeing the muffins,” he mused, “I'm not stopping you.” As much as he would probably do the opposite, he can't be bothered because there was no point when it came to Noah and food. He's learned to not worry about it… 

Glancing over to the kitchen, he wanted to go in and help, but right now, he'd be in the way. Riyah has always struggled with waking up properly, especially now since he's used to being more awake in the evenings. But it was always hard to wake up after a stressful day, so right now he'll stay put and watch his sister as best as he can.

Vinny smiled, making a rich fruity smoothie, adding in green tea powder to help Riyah wake up. Noah's was simple. Strawberries and blueberries with lots of ice and a good helping of yogurt. She walked them over and offered Riyah’s before setting Noah’s down in a big bowl. “Papa is bringing some muffins and yogurt parfaits for you.” She mentioned gently, “Enjoy the smoothie, Riyah. You come help when you're ready.” She said fondly, offering him a hair tie.

Noah purred loudly the moment that Chenza, Vinny, he wasn’t sure which name he was supposed to know her by, he’d heard everyone call her by both. He figured, when he could ask her properly, which she preferred him call her, and he would. Still, the purr escaped him the moment the bowl of fruity goodness was set down before him and he was lapping it up with abandon. It disappeared in his belly without any remorse whatsoever. 

Chris chuckled watching Noah ravage his breakfast, it was safe to say he was enjoying it, “I don’t think he is ever going to question any meal put in front of him. Somehow, I used to think that worried me about Justin.” Justin couldn’t even touch Noah from the look of it, and the youngest gargoyle, had no idea, no idea. Chris started putting together the promised plate of muffins and yogurts for their table when some early customers were coming in from the street.

As soon as his and Noah’s smoothies were set in front of them both, he watched as the kitten wasted no time to go face-first into the bowl. He carefully held him back so that he wouldn't fall into the bowl, grabbing for his own smoothie with a soft ‘thanks’ to his sister. Now, when she mentioned that he could go help whenever he was ready to, he just made a soft noise of acknowledgement as he sipped happily on his drink while taking the hair tie from Vinny. 

“I'll be there soon,” he whispered while he held on to Noah gently. “Just… let me gather my bearings, okay? I know you said whenever I'm ready, but… it may be for a bit before I go help.”

“And that's more than okay. You can even just watch today if you need. No rush, Ry.” She said warmly and contently, smiling at him gently. She chuckled, seeing Noah's excitement over his smoothie bowl. “If you need another, just tell me, okay?”

Noah finished his smoothie, practically crawling as best he could out of Riyah’s arms into the bowl to lick the porcelain clean. Now, while he might have taken up on the offer for another, and he was sorely tempted by it, he had another idea when he heard someone creeping down the stairs. The moment his grandfather set the plate of muffins and yogurts on the table, Noah had snagged up one of the muffins with his mouth and leapt from the table, running for the stairs.

Folio woke slowly, blinking sleepily at the sleepy gargoyle, nuzzling against him, as cute and amazing Atsuko was, yesterday had been intense. He’d learned so much yesterday, not just yesterday the last forty-eight hours, about himself, about his, his brother… He wasn’t sure what to think about most of it… He had a mate… He was a reincarnated gargoyle… what did that really mean? Shade and Riyah had thought he was someone called Temperance, but… he wasn’t? He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, he’d thought they were his friends because they liked him, not because they’d thought they already knew him. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. 

If he remembered everything correctly, he wasn’t the only reincarnated gargoyle, taking in a breath, he decided he wanted to talk to the only other person that might understand this feeling. Slipping out from under Atsuko’s arm, hopefully before he fully woke up, and slipped out of the room. Heading downstairs, he smirked as he passed Noah on the stairs, racing past with a massive muffin sticking out of his tiny mouth.

Riyah ran his fingers through his curls as he drank his smoothie, watching Noah for a moment and didn't stop the younger from slipping out of his grasp. But when he heard Vinny, he just looked at her silently and nodded before finishing up his drink. The idea of a second one would be nice but not right at that moment and tilts his head as soon as he hears someone making their way down the stairs. A sigh left him as he witnessed Noah being a little muffin thief and chuckles.

Pulling his hair back, he stood up and wandered into the kitchen with his empty cup before moving to stand-off to the side. Moving to perch himself on the counter once again, he was out of Vinny’s way and could grab something for her if she needed it. Today is an observation day for him.

She smiled softly, “Mind handing me the strawberry purée, Riyah? It’s labelled. The muffins and everything look stunning, Chris- Noah share with your brother-” she called.

Chris was lucky he was able to save the muffins from tumbling when Noah decided to steal his trophy before he stole away to the stairs and made his escape. It was then he saw his brother, Nicholai, well, Folio now, on the staircase, half asleep he seemed and stumbling down. “I doubt that will be the case. Would you like something for breakfast, Folio?”

The werewolf blinked blearily towards Noah’s grandfather, if he was honest, he was still trying to figure out what to make of some people here. Not that he thought that there was anything wrong with them, he’d mostly been focused on the cute one, the one upstairs. However, after yesterday, his feelings there, knowing there was so much history, and he apparently had a whole other life, he wasn’t sure what to think. As for breakfast, walking over more, were they kidding, “Is the Pope Catholic?”

Riyah snorted as soon as he heard that question from Folio and then glanced towards the younger, smiling a little before it disappeared while turning his attention to the task at hand now. Sliding off the counter, he goes to grab the strawberry purée. “Here you go,” the gargoyle said softly while handing it over to Vinny, and went to sit on the counter again. As he was sitting in silence, he stared at nothing in particular while fighting the dreaded thoughts of Folio. 

It wasn’t anything bad in particular, but it wasn’t all that great either. Riyah dreaded the idea that the wolf would think that he and Shade were only friends with him because of… him. Yes, they thought he was Temperance at first, but then they saw Folio as a completely different individual compared to his twin. They’d still befriended him because they care about him a lot, and he couldn’t help but feel like there's a weight there on him, and he set his jaw. 

“Thank you- I use some strawberry in the cold foam when people want a white chocolate strawberry cold foam latte. I’ll show you how to make one so you can drink it. I think you might like it, and it might help you wake up more.”

Chris smiled as he watched as his mate took the fixings that Riyah handed over so she could make up a new smoothie for the ravenous werewolf. Chuckling himself at the coin of term, that was an old one, it was nicer than some of the things that mortals say these days, besides… he had asked a stupid question. “If she says it’ll wake you up, you might just be wired all day.”

Now that caught Folio’s attention, he wasn’t sure how gargoyles ate, but if it was anything like Noah, or Shade… then Vinny might have something going. Glancing towards Riyah, he wasn’t sure what to say, before looking towards Vinny, “Sure, I love strawberries, and the best part about being a werewolf is chocolate does nothing to me… despite my brother's childhood efforts to convince me otherwise.” She had said there was chocolate in the drink.

As much as Riyah would like to be more awake, it wasn’t now. He'd rather not be wired all day and unable to sleep when he wants to. Looking at Vinny, he just shook his head and smiled softly. “Thanks, sis, but no, thank you. I'll be okay,” he declined quietly. When he felt eyes on him, even for just a brief moment, the gargoyle looked to Folio as soon as he spoke to Vinny. He huffs out a soft laugh at the thought of Noah trying to stop Folio from eating certain things.

Soft thumps were made against the bottom cabinets with his heels as he began to fidget and pursed his lips. He wasn’t sure what to say to the wolf and fuck, does he want to talk to him, but he was never a great conversationalist. 

Chenza sighed but smiled softly at Riyah, “Okay. But I’ll make you another smoothie as soon as you want, okay?” She asked and pushed over the cold foam to Folio, helping Chris fill a tray with snacks and breakfast items, including egg filled bell peppers with bacon. 

Folio was happy to accept the drink that Riyah didn’t want, lifting the cup and drinking at the latte with a groan while Vinny and Chris tended to the food… Oh, oh, the food. Yeah, he wasn’t going to lie, he was eyeing some of those snacks and some of those goodies on the breakfast tray looked scrumptious. Noah might have taken off with the muffin, but he missed out on the egg and bacon man, how had he missed out on the egg and bacon. His loss, his loss! 

“So, ah, Vinny…” Folio started licking his lips from the cold foam latte, the strawberry tasted absolutely delicious. He could definitely get used to living here. Not that he wouldn’t be just as happy with the coffee machine they had at home that they would no doubt have in their alcove once they finished moving, but, come on… “What do you call these?”

Vinny and her offers… Riyah thought as he just nods without a word. Thumping his heels slightly against the cabinets still, he stops and tilts his head slightly as he leans back on his hands while watching his sister slide the drink over to Folio. The habit of not eating much was going to bite him in the ass, but he didn't care. He just pursed his lips while watching the wolf for a bit, smiling a little. Just the way he was eyeing the food made him want to laugh. 

Folio’s always had a massive appetite, and the gargoyle always found it hilarious when the brothers had an eating competition. It was silly in his opinion, and yet, he never bothered to stop them. If he thought about it, no one really did. Once he heard Folio speak, he hums softly and looks towards his sister.

“Egg stuffed bell peppers- I hope you like them.” She said, setting one beside Riyah, and setting one in Chris's hand. “Please give one to Noah too. This one's extra spicy for him.”

Chris lifted his eyes towards the chairs where Noah had disappeared to, he at first had thought he had headed up to his brother, but Folio was here in the café now. The vampires had already left before the dawn. Knowing Atsuko was asleep upstairs, and Noah might be exploring up there, going to find him, was curious. Biting into his bell pepper, it was delicious, he’d take Noah’s up his later.

Folio drank from more of his coffee while he munched on the stuffed bell pepper and damn, was it good, nodding as he washed more of it down. Nodding with the mouthful before he swallowed, “This is so, so good, thank you!”

It was about then, a customer came in through the front door and Folio quickly got out of the way so he could get to the counter. “You need to try those.” And quickly took another bite before drinking more of his coffee.

Riyah looks down to the stuffed bell pepper that was left for him, grabbing it and takes a bite. He perks up some as he chews, sighing softly before glancing out of the kitchen. “Thanks, Vin,” He murmured while sliding off the counter again, he went to sit in the café instead of in the kitchen. The gargoyle was silent while he ate his breakfast, tilting his head some as he saw Chris looking to where Noah had run off and nodded to Vinny’s words.

Her food was always good, especially her treats. 

As there was a person coming in, he watched Folio move out of the way and chuckled when the wolf had recommended the customer Vinny’s stuffed bell peppers. 

Vinny smiled, “Thank you, Folio, feel free to eat as many as you like. I can always make more.” She said before turning her attention to the customer, taking his order and getting him a pepper with a smile.

She had the feeling she would make more for tonight’s patrol. Vinny knew Justin and Ryan would devour a whole tray given a chance. “I'm trying out new items for fast, easy meals on the go for the café and for at night.” She commented, moving to make the man's coffee.

Chris moved to sit with Riyah, chuckling as Folio scooped up a couple more of the bell peppers with Vinny’s encouragement with a cheeky little smile. The werewolf stayed by the side while she moved around making the new customer's orders and waited until he was heading out. By that time, Folio had managed to scarf down more than a few of the peppers, his focus on Vinny.

“So um, um… Vinny, or um, do you actually prefer Vinny or Chenza? I’ve heard the others call you both. Which would you prefer us call you?” Folio glanced back to Riyah and Noah’s grandfather, he knew Noah would want to know, knowing that this was, she was his grandmother… he would care.

When Chris sat by him, Riyah acknowledged the elder gargoyle with a small nod. His attention was on Vinny as she worked, fulfilling the man's order and then as Folio began to speak, he glanced between the two. Having finished his pepper, he had his arms crossed and remains silent while waiting to see what Vinny would say. If anything, he was sure she didn't mind either, but what did he know? All he did know was that she responds to both—

As he sat there, Riyah bit his lip and looked away from his sister and his friend. If… If they were even friends still. Clicking his tongue in slight annoyance with himself, he just ran a hand over his face while trying not to work himself up again. He was just tired at this point. 

She hummed softly, “Honestly… I haven't thought about it before- I mean, not that much. I don't mind, either… but I think Chenza is a name I’ll reserve for only around close friends and family. Which everyone here is part of that circle.” She said gently, smiling, before grabbing another pepper and set it by Riyah.

Chris smiled softly at the way his darling mate was welcoming him back into the fold with such ease, whether Folio realized it or not, not to mention the way she was setting food by her brother. He was used to that himself, she’d been doing the same thing for him for as long as she’d been here, since before she’d met him. Before she’d met him face to face at least, she’d been leaving drinks, food, treats up in the rectory, between Ricky and her they’d been feeding them from the start.

Folio was surprised to hear that, and yet, he blinked… He had been about to reach for another bell pepper, but then paused. Unsure about how he felt about being considered close friend and family to her, when he didn’t actually know her. He supposed… Noah, was her family, he was her grandson, but she didn’t have to force that tie with him, he wasn’t going to make her consider him… Then there was… 

“You, I um, you are a reborn gargoyle too, right? Do you, well,” Glancing towards Chris and Riyah before back to the woman behind the counter, not sure if he should ask but, he needed to know. The cup in his hands, empty by now, it was nothing but something to keep them busy as he fiddled, he wasn’t good at being still, he never was. “Ah, what’s it like?”

Riyah had grabbed his second stuffed pepper that Vinny had left for him, knowing what she was doing yet again but made no comment about it. He really didn't want either her or Folio on his ass for not eating, the latter having to deal with that for as long as he's known him. Eating slowly, he just listened to the two talk and leaned back in his seat. Seeing how open his sister was, especially when it came to himself, he wondered how Folio was feeling about that, but then with the way he hesitated… of course, he was unsure. Not that he blames him, either.

When Folio asks his sister about being reborn, he tilts his head slightly and looks at her. Riyah did wonder that himself, but he's still trying to get used to whether she's even there.

She smiled, “It's strange. After I remembered, the first thing I wanted to do was fly… I also wanted to be as close to Chris as I could be… sometimes the memories are foggy but other times… They're so clear.” She explained, tenderly offering him another of the egg peppers.

The werewolf was strangely tentative when he accepted the pepper this time, taking the bite and munching with almost a strangled sound in his throat in his struggle… His confusion entirely mental as he went over this new information. Folio was not a person to temper himself, he would just usually blast out questions a mile a minute at people. He was confused about countless things right now, and he was not sure how to feel about it. Swallowing… “So… so you remember…”

Folio sighed, thinking about how Riyah and Shade had thought he was their friend, and he wasn’t… How Vinny was Noah’s Grandfather’s mate and he… he was supposed to be that one, Atsuko, his mate… Folio swallowed slightly, there had been a name mentioned, he couldn’t remember what the name was, he’d caught it though, there had been a name. 

“Have you always remembered? Did you know me? Do you remember me?” 

Then there came the rapid fire questions.

It was tense, or at least he himself felt that way. It wasn't that he didn't want to hear this, Riyah just was never really one to stay and listen unless he had to. So here he was just listening to Vinny and Folio talk, wishing he could help the younger male but didn't want to interfere. It was really off-putting with how tentative the wolf was — how careful even, and he pursed his lips before shoving the rest of the pepper into his mouth to keep himself silent.

And then there's the rapid fire questions from Folio, making the gargoyle snort softly, but was still busy chewing.

Vinny smiled softly, “We were so close. Not as close as you and ‘Suko… but… Chris, you're taking over, I'm gonna talk to Nickie.” she said firmly, moving around the counter with a tray of muffins. “Riyah you can come with, if you want.” She added, leading the way to a quiet place.

“I remember almost everything.” she admitted, sitting down in a booth.

Chris stood from the café table he’d been sitting at with Riyah when Chenza called for him to take over. While he wasn’t the best with the coffee machine, he was learning some… and if there were any complex orders, he knew he could call for help at any time. So as she slipped out from behind the counter, he took her place, as he did, offering the werewolf a small smile. He hadn’t known the younger nearly as well as Chenza, so she would be the better one to talk to him, without question.

Folio did not roll his eyes at the snort that came from Riyah, he heard that, okay, so maybe he did. He, however, was absolutely not tempted to flip him off, he wasn’t, he was more mature than that thank you very much… Except that he wasn’t really mature at all, besides Riyah was making fun of him… asshole. 

Nickie… The only person who usually called him that was Noah, and usually when they were on their own these days, considering the nickname he’d taken centuries ago. Still, he found himself sitting with Vinny in one of the booths… so… she said they were close, and she remembered everything. As it was, last night had been so much information, too much, a mate, a past life, a twin brother that… that wasn’t just a gargoyle anymore, but a werewolf gargoyle that might have- no… Folio stopped that train of thought that moment if felt like his throat was about to close up in panic. He couldn’t deal with that today. He had enough to think about. Thinking about that last night had almost sent him into a panic attack, and he was not going to do that now.

“You remember everything? I’m sorry, I know it’s sort of rude, but you’re human, how old are you?” She was human, she was young… he was four hundred years old and remembered nothing. Was he… was this it? Was he just… defective? “Am I broken?”

Riyah had moved just as soon as Chris went off to take his sister's place, going to sit with her and Folio. Seated with the two, next to Vinny while being across from Folio, he managed to keep a straight face when he saw that the younger male rolled his eyes. He supposed their friendship was still there… Riyah always teased the wolf whenever he went on about everything and nothing at the same time, just nonstop talking. He and Shade would just stare, amused even, as the other would continue rambling.

But right now, Riyah remains silent and then sets his jaw the more the other two speak. The gargoyle knew nothing about reincarnation and how it works or happens, yet it seems to be stressing Folio out. A lot. Taking a deep breath as soon as he heard him question if he was broken, he shook his head. Riyah may not know what's going on in that head of his. Trauma? Maybe. Anything else? No. 

“No,” he said softly. 

“I'm only twenty-six. But I didn't remember until Chris saved me from a hellhound and fully explained what I saw… honestly, your trigger may have to do with Atsuko. But… you and I were menaces. I wasn't allowed to train you because Chris thought the world would end, which is why you were paired with Atsuko.” She explained, “You and I were energetic balls of fire.”

Folio glanced at Riyah when he said answered first. No. Yet, didn’t he get it? Folio was over four hundred years old, with seventy-five of those spending time with two gargoyles, how did he not know or remember anything? Yet here was Vinny right, who knows how long she’d been around the gargoyles here, and she remembered everything.  It was just, how could he not, just, just, trigger, great, he needed a trigger. Perfect. He was going to be broken forever.

He’d never been good at figuring things like that out. Noah always had to do that kind of thing for him, figuring out the puzzle pieces and pulling him along. Sure, kept his brother out of just as much trouble over the years, but that wasn’t the point.

Swallowing, he glanced back over to Chris at the mention of the other gargoyle, so he’d been the boss. Sounded about right. “Right, so, Noah’s grandpa has the final say, why do I feel like my brother is going to hold that over my head now.”

Riyah couldn’t help but shy away the moment Folio glanced at him, looking down. He would never understand the feeling nor would he ever experience that ever since he's never died. Close to it at times, but never. Furrowing his brow, he began to fidget with his shirt and sighed, wishing he had kept quiet. 

He wanted to leave, but he also didn’t want to just leave Folio alone. Riyah stays put, just keeping his head lowered now while listening to them.

Vinny gently touched Riyah's hand, offering to hold it for him. “You're not broken. Just takes a trigger… and not gonna lie I think I know your trigger… but you'd have to be emotionally prepared for it.” She mused softly.

Folio sat back in the bench seat of the booth silently, which was an odd moment for the werewolf. She thought she knew his trigger? Really? Now, Folio had no clue how old he had been when he had died when he was a gargoyle. He did not know anything about his life as a gargoyle aside from one, he never got to bond with his mate, and two, he was a menace alongside Chenza. This basically told him that for everything he knew, he had already been through fucking hell and back already in his second life, compared to his first. 

“I’m not entirely sure what you mean by that? Why wouldn’t I be emotionally prepared for something?” Well, aside from this brother… because if his trigger had anything to do with dealing with thinking about the creature that he thought might be what they had forced his brother to become… he might like to not remember.

Flinching as soon as Vinny touched his hand, Riyah glanced at her before pulling away slightly but hooks his pinky with hers instead. But what slightly confused him was when the human said that she knew Folio’s trigger, and he scowled. How in the hell would she know? He's one to talk since knows next to nothing about this, but that's beside the point. When he saw his friend sit back, he gently nudged Folio’s leg with his own to comfort him as best as he could. 

He wanted to say something, he really did, but the fear of bringing up his own issue with Folio stops him from doing so. Riyah didn't want to pile on the younger's internal struggle, especially with learning about his past life. The gargoyle may not know what happened in the past of Folio’s current life, but it seems a lot worse than his previous self.

“Vin,” he grumbled, “How the fuck would you know? I'm genuinely curious because– no. Never mind. Forget I even opened my mouth…”

“Well… it includes being chased by Atsuko again… and avoiding being caught…” she hesitated, glancing at Riyah in concern. “Riyah? I'm… sorry.” She frowned, she didn't know why she was apologizing, but she squeezed his pinky softly. “I'm sorry this is probably overwhelming…”

Folio glanced towards Riyah feeling him nudge his leg under the table, the comfort was welcome, but he wasn’t sure to make of it, but knowing he wasn’t the only one confused… 

Chased? Chased by Atsuko… since when was Folio being the one who got chased, well, there was sometimes, but that had been different, and it was like, the full moon… Folio went a little feral on the full moon… Oh, shit… At that he glanced slightly between Vinny and Chris, to Riyah… yeah, that might, might not be best to consider right now. It’s bad enough the full moon was close enough…

“Um… right. No chasing. Maybe I shouldn’t be moving in here after all.” Picking up one of the muffins, Folio just shoved it right into his mouth. Probably better that way. 

To…to get chased by Atsuko…? What the fuck… The one who did the chasing was Folio, and that– no. Riyah will not think about that right now, and he just pursed his lips as soon as he heard Vinny apologize, not saying a word to her but squeezed her pinky in return. He doesn't get overwhelmed easily, but he's currently not in a great mind space either, so this added to his own stress is a little much.

As he saw Folio glance between his sister, her mate and then himself, Riyah shook his head slightly despite wanting to laugh but didn't. Not a good thing to even think about, not with the full moon so close. 

“Maybe you should eat a little more of those, Nick,” Riyah teased with a small smile, “Keep that trap of yours busy…”

Vinny smiled apologetically. “I know I started to remember when I saw Chris bandaged up… but I would say that it would be best if you spent time with Atsuko. When you're ready…. If you ever do want to remember. It's your choice.”

Folio was trying, he was trying not to think about why he might not want to remember, what the trigger might be that he’d very much like to avoid. If being chased by Atsuko was his trigger, he’d welcome it if he was honest, even if he wasn’t sure it made sense because that really was very backwards… His choice, his choice… “Does it matter, I can’t go back, I can’t un-be a werewolf. I can’t be a gargoyle again, even if as soon as I met Shade I thought it would be awesome to be a gargoyle werewolf… so cool, kind of have to be the gargoyle part first. Just…” Folio swallowed, glancing towards Riyah remembering how they’d thought he was Temperance, “Do you think he’ll care if I never remember, or…” Will it destroy what they could have been once?

Vinny smiling in an apologetic manner had Riyah just sigh. Attention elsewhere, he stares at his hands and shifts a bit in his seat. His choice. It's up to Folio if he wants to remember, and there's something there, something he's picked up on, that leaves the wolf quiet. Yet, it leaves him curious, but it's not really any of his business either.

He cringes slightly as soon as Folio glanced at him, not wanting the attention, and just pursed his lips as soon as the other mentioned Shade. Hearing about his and the vampire's conversation had him smile softly, but it disappeared just as quick as it came. It was always nice to hear about his friends speaking to one another, but that thought immediately dies off and he sighs. 

Vinny sighed softly. “Nickie. Nick. Sorry. Nick. Atsuko will love you even if you don't remember. Atsuko is not one to change his mind easily…. You were the one who changed his mind. To open up to the idea of having a mate… he's not going to abandon you just because you don't remember him.”

She smiled and pushed the tray to him. “Nick. Atsuko adores you because he's been waiting. Knowing him, his feral brain was thinking he was being cute.” She snorted, “He kinda sucks at self awareness. He's aware of everything else. Just not how it seems his feral side is just worse.”

It took everything in him not to snap at her, she didn’t know him, not anymore, and he didn’t know her, he didn’t remember her, not yet, and maybe not ever… He’d have to get to know her, and might be he’d never be Nickie… he didn’t know, and she had never asked. Still, he held his tongue because it wasn’t her fault he was defective and hadn’t remembered as easily as she did. He’d been attacked by hellhounds and all manner of creatures of the night, how many times? His entire life, as long as he could remember. 

Wait, he had to convince him to be his mate?

Folio blinked at Vinny hearing that, so, so not only, did he not even remember, but his mate hadn’t even wanted to be with him in the first place? Yet here they were saying that he would just… were they kidding? Folio had lost so many people, whether because they threw him away, ripped away from him, or he just drove them away because he was too… annoying, and even in his past life his fought to be loved. Perfect. 

Right then all he wanted to do was run, he’d look for Noah, but he was upstairs… and that risked running into Atsuko. Maybe go home, to his parents that had never blinked to love him there.

Instead, Folio laughed, smiling, he was used to it, putting on that smile, he was always the bright happy one when everything hurt… “Isn’t that the kicker, he’s been a Cutie to me from the moment I saw him, he didn’t need to try so hard.” With that, Folio just picked up a muffin. “Though, you’ve given me a lot to think about. I might go for a walk.”

“Enough, Vin,” Riyah hissed as he pulled away from her and went to sit at the edge of the booth. Glancing to Folio as soon as he heard the younger laugh, he set his jaw and looked away as he stood up. If the other male allowed him, the gargoyle would like to join him on his walk, and he gave Folio a small yet easy gesture with his hands in a silent request.

‘Walk with?’ Riyah had signed to the wolf and waited. At this point, he may not be feeling the same as his friend, but fucking hell was this stressing him out. Especially since he's already feeling like shit. ‘Let’s get some air. Suffocating.’

Vinny tilted her head, looking concerned. “I will say in the beginning you guys hated each other… but this life is for you to choose. I'm sorry everything got dumped on you like it did. I'll head back behind the counter. Would you like a refill on the white chocolate strawberry cold foam?”

Folio wanted to cry in relief when he heard Riyah tell Vin to stop, but swallowed down the urge to whine slightly in his throat as he looked over to the gargoyle as he signed. Yes! The signs were so simple, and Folio was elated that for once, for once, he wasn’t struggling to understand. When they had first learned that Riyah and Shade communicated with ASL because Riyah didn’t always feel up to talking, Noah… fucking Noah learned it so quickly, as always. He always knew different languages instantly, while ASL Noah had had to teach himself. When Folio had tried, he had struggled, badly. The offer for Riyah to walk with him, to get some air with him, had the werewolf accepting, instantly, nodding as he moved to stand from the table, with a soft, “Please…”

Only, the moment Vinny spoke again, he paused, swallowing at her words, a pit in his stomach, they hated each other? They hated each other, and yet, he had made him accept him as his mate? Dammit. It was just the same as he’d been with all the others, he had been no better in his past life than this one. Too much, too much for people to handle, pushing them to be what he wanted, had he pushed Atsuko? No, no, he was worse in his past life. He could be better, though, he could let Atsuko go and not even try to push him again. “No, I, thank you, Vinny, I think I’ve had enough coffee, I’m going to go for that walk with Riyah.” Pushing his smile more as he moved to step away from the table. Of course, even as he declined her offer of coffee, he was pilfering from the tray of muffins, and shoving a few into his pockets for later. “Thanks…”

Pulling away from the table, he turned towards Riyah, he just wanted to get out of there now.

The way she blatantly ignored him after telling her to stop. This was why Riyah barely spoke. Why he's quiet because there had been a few times he's dealt with it and finds no point in speaking anymore than he has. Then the audacity to continue— fuck. Fighting back the urge to growl, he just glared at Vinny when she kept talking and nods when Folio had answered him with a soft plea. 

But of course, when he saw his friend pause, Riyah grits his teeth and grimaced as soon as he saw the younger male force his smile more. He wished that Folio didn't do that, but he wasn’t going to stop him, a habit he was sure would be a hard one to break. Nor did the gargoyle want to because it'll be hypocritical of him since he hides his feelings too. Nonetheless, Riyah couldn't help but chuckle softly as the wolf grabbed some muffins and lightly touched the small of his friend's back.

“Ever the polite one,” the taller whispered teasingly while leaving with him. “C'mon, Niko..”

Vinny moved back, heart hurting a bit, but lowered her head. Getting back to work wrapping up convos… she should have stopped. Chris looked over towards his mate as she joined him again, his arm wrapped around her shoulders from behind gently. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, he knew she had meant well, but every so often, they had to work it out for themselves. Honestly, for all the things he’d gone through when Chenza had come back into his life, he didn’t think anyone saying anything to him, much would have been helpful. Even Chenza herself had tried to help him, and he had just felt so much worse about himself, thinking himself a monster because he couldn’t separate his mate, from this beautiful human. Folio would be okay, even if right now, he didn’t think so, Chris was sure of it. It was Atsuko he was worried about. He was on edge, and if he woke up feral like Gwynn feared…

Folio walked out of the Church beside Riyah still holding one of the pilfered muffins in his hands, peeling off the outer casing, musing to himself, trying to make up his mind what he was going to do. It was obvious what he must have done in his past life, annoyed Atsuko so much and worn him down, convinced him to be his mate, until the other gargoyle felt he had no other choice. Now here they were, he’d died, and poor Atsuko was bound to him, and had no choice but to take him back. It was no wonder he hadn’t even seemed to notice him at the buffet… just blinked at him like he was confused why he’d even be interested.

Ripping off a part of the muffin, he offered some to the gargoyle, not able to stop himself from leaning into his side a little, for comfort… “Would you like some?” It was all he could do not to break down. The touch, or the food, who could say.

All of whatever this was, it was taking more of a toll on him on top of learning of his friend's demise… The more distressed that Folio had gotten, the more defensive and irritated Riyah had been. But right now, he just needs to be there for his friend– oh right. That… no. Not now… Glancing towards Folio, he wasn’t sure if he should wrap an arm around him or speak, and yet, he opened his mouth anyway,

“Nick, what she said… it's not entirely true. I may not understand the bonds and such, but… yeah…” With a grimace, Riyah just kept walking with the smaller male and as soon as he felt his weight against him, the gargoyle instinctively wrapped his arm around the younger in a protective manner. The offering of Folio’s muffin had him smile a little before taking it and eating. “But also,” Riyah said softly while he pulled him a little closer. “You can let go. I'm here for you, Folio. Go ahead and cry, if you want to…”

Folio swallowed, he wasn’t sure how he felt about his name right now, Nick, Nickie, he wasn’t even sure what his name had been properly in his past life. Obviously, it was something like it was now, how did that work, but his eyes stung thinking about it. “Folio, Folio, please, I- I don’t think I can handle Nick right now.” Not yet. Walking with him, as Riyah was eating some of the muffin, Folio was ripping off another piece and shoving it into his mouth and chewing, a whine escaping him. 

“Isn’t it true though, she knew me, your sister remembers everything, I don’t, so it's… it’s…” Folio sobbed, he was trying to keep it in, thinking about the fact that that man up in the Church… The man that he’d been instantly drawn to, deserved better than someone who had annoyed him into being his mate that he hated. Folio never liked being negative, he didn’t, he preferred to look on the bright side of things always, and he knew, he knew, that annoyed people sometimes. He was the hyperactive frustration that was just too much for most people. To this day, four hundred some years into his life, he had five people he considered close, five. Sure, countless people had come and went in his life, but five. Six when he counted the woman who didn’t have to love him when she’d found a toddler covered in blood on her doorstep. He still missed her.

As Folio asked Riyah to call him by that name instead of Nick, he gave the wolf a small pat on his back in silent affirmation and nodded. It was very upsetting with how… small the younger seemed, especially after everything. When the whine escaped the shorter, he stopped mid-step and stood there while looking at the younger.

“Folio,” he said quietly while lightly ruffling his friend's hair, “It's not. She may have known you in the past, but I'm sure it's just speculation of what she's seen in the past between you and Atsuko.” The gargoyle then pulls Folio close, holding the smaller male to himself, and gave him a small squeeze while doing so. He wanted him to feel better and wanted the smaller male to work through it all, but he knows that will take time. 

Look at him— he's still working through his own problems. The thought of Temperance, it sent a chill down his spine and held Folio a little tighter. The younger may not be the gargoyle, but this wolf, this little pain in the ass, is still his friend, and he doesn't want anything else to happen to him. 

“Go ahead and cry, Folio…it's okay…”

As Riyah pulled him close, Folio, no matter how he had been worried about Riyah and Shade only being around him because of his brother… it just didn’t seem to matter, not anymore. Why would Riyah bother with him like this if all he cared about was Temperance? He couldn’t hold himself together anymore as Riyah held him, hearing him, he just fell apart… What was left of the muffin slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground as he grasped onto the taller man while he sobbed. 

Riyah sways slightly, gently rocking side to side with Folio as the younger sobbed. The gargoyle then rests his head over Folio’s, rubbing his back in soothing circles, while he lets out soft purring for the male. “There you go…” 

Atsuko groaned softly, face buried in the pillow Folio had been using, whining and whimpering to him. When dark eyes peeked open And he found himself alone, he jolted fully awake, looking around in a panic. “Niko? Lai? Mate- mate?!” His voice cracked as he trembled softly, “N…nick?” his smell was still here… but he was gone. His eyes watered. He covered his face. What had he done? What happened? He remembered flying and feeling him and cuddling against him and … then nothing but anxiety and fear, then calm, and now he was… alone.

Again.

The door to the room creaked open just a little and in padded, with the softest footsteps, barely even the whisper of a sound. The tiniest scraping of claws on the stone floor, Noah was making his way into the room, wide golden brown eyes blinking up at the large gargoyle on the bed. Atsuko, his brother's mate. His nose wrinkled, why did he not smell so good? The bobcat kitten’s head tilted slightly to the side before he adjusted his legs and sprung up like a coil to leap onto the bed. Yes! He was getting better at this, after figuring out the stairs, he was getting accustomed to using four limbs.

Dropping the muffin he’d pilfered down in the café from his mouth, he climbed over to the gargoyle to try to cuddle up to his side, mewling before he purred, vibrating against him.

Atsuko looked at Noah, scooping him up to snuggle into his fur, sobbing. He picked up the muffin to set it on the nightstand, trembling. He did something wrong. Likewise, he went and put Noah's snack somewhere safe for now… “I'm sorry… I don't know… everything's fuzzy… I'm sorry…”

There was no complaint at being manhandled by the gargoyle, instead Noah was just pressing his tiny overheated little fuzzy body right against Atsuko with tiny little noises. They sounded awfully like no, no, no, no. Folio probably was just hungry and wondered off for food, he’d passed him on the stairs, following his nose. That had been what had drawn Noah downstairs! Nuzzling against Atsuko, he didn’t want him to be upset, Folio liked him. As much Noah had been upset last night when he’d snatched him, it had been confusing, but they’d worked it out. He was a cat, he wasn’t stupid, Noah had heard it all, even the bits about the angels… not that he was going to relay any of the bits about archangels wanting pets to his brother… ever.

Atsuko looked at him, petting behind his ear. “I… I don't know what to do… what happened…”

Ryan felt like he had barely slept a wink the night before, laying there holding Gwynn in his arms. Just laying there watching them after what they’d asked him, how’d they’d been talking. Dammit. He knew what they’d been saying, that they’d rather, that if the angels of Heaven came back for them, that he should… Could he? After all this time… 

It’d kill him.

It’d kill them both.

Sighing, they were still sleeping when he left them, not that he was surprised, they were exhausted, still healing after everything. Thinking about mates, however, and that enduring loss, reminded him they should check on Atsuko. Gwynn was worried about his state of mind, and knowing that the standing with the vampires hung by a thread depending on how feral he turned… he would check on him.

He went by the apartment to see if Vinny had made anything for breakfast, and smirked at the cake for Riyah, he didn’t touch it, he knew better. Then he found Vinny’s speciality, eggs, including Justin’s famed cheesy scrambled, of course. Ryan dished up a couple of plates and carried them up to the alcove where they’d left Atsuko and Folio, only to find the werewolf already gone… Hearing the last sentence… “You don’t know what happened yesterday, or you don’t know where Folio went? Either way, I’ve brought you breakfast?”

“I… I don't remember much after hearing he was Niko… I just got so excited… I wanted to have an actual date with him. He talked about wanting to see the sunset and I… I had… I know I stole a bunch of mattresses… and I tried to make it nice- but… that's it. I… I was very anxious… and he's not here…” Atsuko rambled after hearing Ryan, doing his best to ignore the plates of food despite knowing one was his… He didn't deserve it.

Ryan sighed, he couldn’t say much about the not remembering, he knew how that felt, even if he knew it might not be the same, he’d tried to block out plenty over the years. However, the prang at hearing Suko talk, about Niko, about wanting to see the sunset, and wanting to have an actual date… wanting to make it nice, “You can still make it nice for him Suk, he’s downstairs, in the café… you know how that bug is, you couldn’t make that rat sit still if you paid him.”

He sniffled, “I… I gotta talk to him-” he said, setting Noah down and got out of bed quickly, blinking a few times- “I need pants.”

Fuck, Ryan sighed, Atsuko jumping the gun got them into this mess. Okay, maybe he was thinking at least somewhat more rationally this time in that fact he wanted to put on pants and wasn’t running down there feral again, but, better he reigned him in this time. “Atsuko, wait, wait-” Setting the plates down, “No, no you need to give him time, he’s only just found out he’s got a past life, and a mate… you, need to eat.” Otherwise, Ryan was going to get smacked by Vinny and he knew it.

Atsuko looked at him and whimpered, “but… I want to apologize if I scared him-” he said softly. Atsuko never apologized. But here he was admitting he had to. He needed to. His eyes watered as he closed his eyes, trying to push the tears back away. “Please, Ryan-”

Noah was on the bed climbing over himself trying to reach up to the distressed gargoyle, not liking this at all. His brother had been enamoured with Atsuko from the moment he’d met him, and as much as Noah had struggled last night, and Noah had been scared at first… he had seen the two snuggled together last night. He’d seen the way Atsuko had comforted Folio when he was about to finally give into his panic. Now, the small kitten was yowling at him to be picked up.

“Atsuko, you were not what scared him last night, I promise, that… was the last thing on his mind.” Ryan remembered that smell of lust that had been coming off that kid when they came out of the tower, it had been unmissable. “Don’t forget the nickname he gave you from the moment he met you, Cutie. Now… listen to your best friend’s kid because the brat seems to be demanding.” With that, Ryan nodded down to Noah pointedly.

The upset gargoyle hesitated before picking Noah back up, cuddling him softly, “… I… tell me what happened… please… please. I just… I need to know…” he was avoiding looking at the plate, ignoring the mentions of eating even though his stomach was pleading with him. He was… he did something wrong. He went feral. He wasn't sure. “Also, Noah isn't a brat. He just wants attention.” He scolded not thinking about it before kissing Noah's forehead, much like a parent would.

Ryan would argue that Atsuko didn’t know the meaning of the word brat, considering the mate that he had. Cheerfulness was, well, Cheerful and all, but he had always been a brat on the best of days. Made sense that Noah was his brother and he was sitting there yowling up at them now, if he thought about it, Ryan, cringed at a little at the sound… he would say it again if he had to, brat. How did he not hear that, did he not have gargoyle hearing? 

Looking at Noah with a raised eyebrow when Atsuko finally picked him up, unimpressed. “Well, if someone was human again, it would be… I’m thinking he likes this attention a little too much.”

The tiny pink tongue that poked out at him then, in response, said it all.

“How about if you sit, and eat,” Oh Ryan wasn’t about to forget the food, “I’ll tell you everything.” Even if he might not like it all.

Atsuko slowly sat down, cuddling Noah closer, shaking at the thought of food right now. “... I… I can try.” He whispered softly, swallowing despite his mouth being dry. “I can try.”

Would… would it be okay to eat? He knew Gwynn wouldn't be mad… but… the lingering feeling…

Ryan wasn’t going to budge on the food, whatever he had to do to break him out of whatever Jerahmiel had done to him in the catacombs. He knew better than anyone it came down to that bastard. Shifting to sit on the far end of the bed himself, he picked up one plate for himself, and the other to hand to Atsuko, “Okay, you start, and I’ll start, that's the deal.”

Atsuko whimpered softly. But took the plate, holding it for a moment before taking the fork and started eating just little bites. “Now you.” He said, looking at him desperately. He needed to know.

Sure they were only little bites, but they were something, and at the very least, Atsuko was eating, and Ryan took that as a win. Before he took a bite himself, he would give him what he wanted, information, that was the offer after all. “After you left here, yes, you gathered a nest at the old clock tower, feral, in your beast form, before you tracked him down at his work.” With that, Ryan nodded back to his plate and shoved a mouthful into his own mouth. 

Noah purring against Atsuko as he nuzzled in the crook of his arm where he held him.

Atsuko took another bite, tense and dreading the next part. “I chased him… didn't I?”

Ryan took another bite with a sigh, swallowing, he hadn’t been there, none of them had, they’d still been searching for him at that point. “We didn’t find you first, Nightshade and Uwriyah found you with him, along with Noah, by then, you already had him at the clock tower. Knowing your instinct, yea, you probably did. You didn’t hurt him, though.”

He nodded slowly, taking another bite and swallowed even though it made him feel sick.

Sighing, Ryan took another bite of his eggs, glad that Atsuko was still eating, even if it was obvious from the look on his face he didn’t want to. Noah mewled up at him, nudging his arm light before Ryan spoke again. “We got there a little later, Noah, Nightshade and Riyah had managed to talk to you down along with the help of the rest of Niko’s family. He has, well, sort of vampire parents, Jolly, and Nick, which is, huh, that could, possibly be why they call him Folio?”

Atsuko nodded slowly, mostly playing with the food on his plate. New people… and there would be problems…. He was never allowed to talk to new people… fuck.

Ryan had a feeling Honesty would be allowed to talk to these new people, they were his mate's family. The way he’d been at the buffet, the way he’d been practically plastered to his side and Noah had been so reluctant, the kid had been oh so eagerly by his side? Ryan doubted they’d be able to keep him away. “Well, whatever happened overall, between the lot of them, they managed to calm you down some. By the time you had all exited the clock tower, Noah had already discovered this trick.”

This trick. It was saying something, it was… curious.

None of them had ever seen a gargoyle that could shapeshift into a natural creature like this, let alone one that was not in their age range. A full-grown gargoyle became a full-grown beast form. Only the baby gargoyles had baby beast forms if they managed to learn how to shift that young. So, for a four hundred-year-old being to instinctively control his shift to become an infant version of a beast form, it was astonishing, and something none of them had seen before. Considering Noah was the first tribrid, it did bring into question, what other abilities he could have that had never awakened in him… and why they had remained dormant in him this long, it was curious. Though, that was the case in a lot of angelic and gargoyle traits. Knowledge, and control, was power, and could also kill you.

Atsuko nodded slowly, swallowing his last bite. “I… I'll wait…and… Noah… You're so special. Not because you're a tribrid. You're special because you're you. I don't know if anyone has told you that before… But I have wanted to say it for years.” He whispered, setting the plate far away from himself.

“Is there anything else I need to know?” He finally asked, scratching Noah’s chin lightly.

“Nope, nothing else you need to know.” For all the things they talked about when they got back to the Church, Ryan didn’t even flinch about lying this time, there was no fucking way he was going to tell him. Atsuko would go all feral if he knew about the pet situation being the reason for Nicholai dying, let alone them taking Temperance after. How many gargoyles died because of those archangels? Atsuko’s mate, his brother's young mate before their bond could be formed, both their troupes attacked, it was insane.

Noah’s little pink tongue was still hanging out of his mouth as he looked up at Atsuko. His teeny paws padding at his shirt covered chest for a moment before he tried to learn up and lick at him as best he could. He was tall though, and Noah was still so tiny, if only he was just a bit… oh… oh, the next thing he knew Noah wasn’t such a tiny kitten any more. Noah went from being a tiny kitten and was more of the size of a house cat. Nuzzling into Atsuko, and then getting a stronger scent of his food, and, oh, food… and the next thing they knew human Noah was sitting beside Atsuko, “Are you going to eat that?”

“Well… since Ryan has nothing more to share… All yours.” Atsuko replied, smirking.

Ryan’s eyes narrowed on Noah, the way his form shifted so smoothly, the little shit, from kitten, the house cat, and then, all seven foot tall string bean… The nerve to ask for the food he was trying to get Atsuko to eat. 

“Actually,” He took the plate from the gargoyle and set it aside with his own. “Since Noah seems to be so lively right now, why don’t we start with your training? I know, let’s start with Flying!” Grabbing Noah’s hand, he wasn’t going to let him argue as he pulled him from the bed and dragged him from the room away from Atsuko.