#ryan sitkowski fic

[sitkowski]

drag my teeth across your chest and taste your beating heart ( ryan sitkowski x vinny mauro )

pairing: ryan sitkowski x vinny mauro cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ monsterfucking (ryan is a werewolf and vinny is very human!), a small dose of bestiality, dubious consent, masturbation, voyeurism, biting/marking, choking, mentions of anal fingering, anal sex, knotting, a scene involving raw meat being consumed. word count: 3.8k author's note: the third and final fic for friends in sin, and this one is probably my fave. shout out to @ladyveronikawrites for helping with some of the wolf stuff and generally being as excited about this as i am. title comes from "howl" by florence + the machine. divider by @saradika-graphics 🎃

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“This is stupid,” Vinny mutters under his breath as he hurries down the dimly lit path, tripping over his own sneakers and looking back over his shoulder occasionally. “This is stupid, and you’re going to fucking die.”

The lingering fog makes it harder to see, but he knows where he’s supposed to be going like the back of his hand so it doesn’t matter. More than once, he looks up, trying to see the moon through the clouds and failing. He doesn’t need to see it to know that it’s full. He can feel it. Even though he’s a full fledged human, he can feel it. 

The bag in his hand is going to start dripping soon. It’s not lost on him that he’s practically ringing a dinner bell for himself, being out in the middle of the night carrying a paper sack of raw meat. How is this his life?

He sees the house through the fog, the woods an eerie backdrop to an already eerie night. To anyone else, it might seem abandoned, but Vinny knows better. He walks faster, up to the front door. He uses his key to get in, pushing the door closed behind him.

He’s barely inside before he’s got Ryan in his space. “Took you long enough.”

“I told you it would take me a while to get here,” putting a hand on Ryan’s chest, he tries to get him to move back a step. He can feel how hot he is through the fabric of his shirt. “Give me some space, Ry, c’mon. You know how this works by now.”

Ryan steps back, putting enough room between them for Vinny to hand him the bag. He all but snatches it out of his grasp, opening it up and peering inside. He inhales deeply. Six months ago, Vinny would have been backpedaling out the door with some kind of excuse of where he had to be, but now, he just watches as Ryan reaches into the sack and pulls out one of the steaks.

There’s a tense moment where they’re just staring at each other. Ryan’s eyes have already gone that pale silver when his wolf is so close to the surface, and blood rolls down his wrist, dripping off the meat.

“You can’t be here for this,” he says, his voice distorted. “This was a mistake.”

Vinny holds out his arms at his sides. “Where am I gonna go? It’s dangerous out there, you know, you never know what’s in the dark.”

The answer is bullshit and they both know it. Ryan growls at him. It’s still a terrifying sound to Vinny, but he doesn’t move. In fact, he presses himself firmly against the door. He knows if he were to take a step towards Ryan, lover or not, he’d take it as a threat and Vinny would probably end up losing a limb. His heart is about to burst through his chest because this could go one of two ways.

“Fine.”

The sound of Ryan tearing into the steak makes Vinny’s stomach turn and sweat break out on his skin. He watches as he uses those inhumanly sharp teeth of his to devour it in minutes. But it’s the sight after; his face and hands smeared with red that makes Vinny’s breath catch in his throat. Ryan doesn't allow him to see him like this often. The only reason he even brought him the steaks was because Ryan didn’t trust himself to go that far tonight.

A cruel smirk twists on Ryan’s face, and he reaches out, grasping Vinny’s chin. Blood slicks across his skin at the touch and an involuntary moan crawls right out of Vinny’s mouth. The coppery scent invades his nose, and he doesn’t know if he wants to get sick or if he wants to admit this is making him hard. Not like he has to say anything out loud anyways, Ryan can smell it on him.

Leaning in, he presses a bloody kiss to Vinny’s mouth in thanks, before turning away to eat the second steak, slower than before. Vinny watches avidly, not making a move to wipe at his face. The blood soaked paper bag gets crumpled up and tossed in the trash, and that’s when his breathing finally seems to return to normal.

“Are you going to run now?” Ryan asks him, practically licking his chops. “You know I’m gonna chase you if you do. I don’t think we’ve reached that stage of our relationship where you’ll like what’ll happen when I catch you.”

Vinny considers it, he really does. But he shakes his head finally, moving away from the door slowly. Ryan’s eyes track him like prey, and all Vinny can do is hope that the steaks were enough to hold him over. If he asks it of him, he knows where the keys to the basement are to lock him up. But it’s never come to that before.

There’s a first time for everything though.

“I’m going to shift and run, I’ll be back later. You can stay, if you want.”

Nodding, Vinny watches him go out the front door. He even follows him out onto the porch because he loves watching this part. And Ryan let him see this before he let him see the way he eats before a turn. He only gets to shift on the night the moon is at its fullest, sometimes he’ll go out and run in the woods, sometimes he’ll prowl around the house. He’s taken Vinny’s keys before and not let him come over. Or, nights like these, he lets him bear witness to what he truly is.

Ryan leaves his clothes in a pile by the steps, walking naked out to where the moonlight has finally filtered through. It’s nothing like it is in some of the horror movies, it’s not breaking bones and painful screaming. It’s fluid, effortless and quick; one minute Vinny’s staring at Ryan’s bare back, the next there is a wolf in his place. Massive, with dark fur and those familiar silver eyes. He’s beautiful, no matter which form he’s in, but there’s something more intimate about seeing him his way.

It’s not until Ryan disappears into the woods that Vinny realizes there is still blood streaked all over his face. 

He goes back inside, making sure not to shut the front door all the way because he knows that Ryan won’t shift back for hours, and he’ll need to get back in. It’s not even his permanent residence anyway, just the place he comes when the moon is up and he doesn’t want to destroy his apartment every month. That kind of stuff isn’t covered in his security deposit. Vinny goes down the hall to the bathroom, rinses his face with tap water that smells like sulfur.

The house itself is quiet without Ryan stalking the halls, in human or wolf form. Vinny feels overheated, mostly because the place is always like a furnace despite the body heat that Ryan puts off all through the winter, he keeps it hot. Shrugging out of his hoodie and kicking out of his sneakers, Vinny goes into the living room area, which is really just a lumpy sofa, and a king sized mattress tossed in the middle of the floor. At least there’s bedding, Vinny insisted on it. 

He flings himself down on the bed. He can still feel Ryan’s fingers on him, blood against his skin beneath those too hot digits, the way his mouth felt slick against his. It should make him feel sick, but it doesn’t. Maybe it’s a side effect of dating a werewolf. Maybe it’s some crossed wires in his brain that are all his own, but he likes it, in the moment. And somehow, his brain goes from Ryan touching him with bloody hands to  Ryan touching him. Vinny rakes his hands through his hair as he thinks about it.

He thinks about running his hands through Ryan’s fur as he presses himself down on Vinny’s chest—

Blinking his eyes open, he tries to shake the image from his mind and fails. Instead he undoes his jeans and shoves them and his boxers down around his thighs. Ryan won’t be back for hours, he’s got to entertain himself somehow and this is much more entertaining that killing the battery on his phone doom scrolling on Reddit. He licks his palm once, then again, before reaching down to wrap his hand loosely around his cock. 

He strokes himself slowly, huffing out a breath and bringing his free hand up to tangle his fingers in his hair and pull. He shuts his eyes, focusing on the thought that Ryan will be smelling him on the sheets the rest of the time he's here for the moon. He thinks about him rolling around in the sheets reeking of the woods and the dirt outside, burying his face in the fabric and inhaling the smell of Vinny's sweat and come.

Bucking up into his fist, he’s so lost in it that he doesn’t realize he’s not alone anymore. Not until he feels the hot breath huff across his face. His eyes fly open and he lets out a startled yelp when he sees the wolf standing over him. Vinny starts to sit up, reaching for the waistband of his boxers, but there’s suddenly a paw in the middle of his chest, keeping him flat against the mattress.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, Ryan,” he mutters. 

He doesn’t try to push him away. Not only because he knows he’ll get his fingers chomped off, but because he’s still hard and leaking against his stomach. His hand hangs in the air, and he’s unsure of what to do at first. It hadn't been Ryan’s human form Vinny had been thinking about. And when the wolf snuffles by his ear and stretches himself out on the mattress beside him, silver eyes burning into the side of his face, Vinny gives in.

“If you tell anyone about this,” he gasps as he wraps his fingers back around his cock, “I’m gonna mount your head on the goddamn wall.”

Ryan’s response is to press his wet nose right against the curve of Vinny’s ear. His hips jerk and he squeezes the base of his cock, closing his eyes again. It’s one thing for Ryan to be here, like this, it’s another for Vinny to actually look at him while he’s jerking off. The body heat radiating off of the wolf is familiar, and his fur is as soft as Vinny thought it would be pressed against his bare skin. He knows by morning, Ryan will be human again, even with his wolf still so close to the surface. It’ll be like this for at least two more days; nothing on his mind but consuming as much bloody meat as he can, and fucking Vinny through the mattress. It’s a fair trade, in Vinny’s opinion. He knew what he was signing up for when Ryan told him what he was.

He comes all over his fist and his stomach, body going lax against the musty sheets. Before he gets a chance to move, Ryan’s crawling over him, his large, wet tongue dragging against his skin. Cleaning him up. Vinny lets out a surprised moan, trying feebly to push him away as his tongue laps at his softening cock. All he gets in response is a low growl and a quick nip of teeth at his side. So he gives up and lets Ryan do what he wants. He lets him drag his tongue all over Vinny’s skin until he’s nearly hard again. His heavy body is both a comforting weight and a little panic inducing, and Vinny feels stupidly turned on and scared at the same time, even now.

“We’re not fucking til morning, not this time big guy,” he mutters, petting the top of Ryan’s head.

Ryan’s wolf always leaves him feeling like shit the next morning, at least for a few hours. Like a hangover and a fever, combined with a violent need to drink his body weight in water. When he’s more alert, he realizes that he smells coffee, beneath the scent of Vinny. He also knows there’s more steaks, which means that he’s alone in the bed. Everything is always heightened after his shift; noises are louder, smells are stronger. He rolls around on the mattress, shoving his face in the sheets and inhaling deeply, wrapping himself in both the smell of his wolf and Vinny.

Eventually, he manages to drag himself up and into the kitchen area. This isn’t home and he barely keeps anything here. He sees a new case of water on the counter beside the still hot coffee pot, a pack of jerky, and a few packages of Reeces. When he opens the mini fridge in the corner he sees there are a few paper wrapped parcels in there, and a bag of grapes. Ryan doesn’t need to eat much over the three days but raw meat is the biggest part of his diet. He already knows his wolf killed something in the woods the night before, before he came back to Vinny. He can still taste it on his tongue.

He chugs three bottles of water before he hears the echoing sound of water running through the pipes. Vinny doesn’t normally like to shower there, says the water stinks like sulfur. Ryan wonders if he took it too far last night. But he figures if there was a line to be crossed, it was probably somewhere before Vinny watched him inhaling those bloody steaks the night before. He’d seen the look in Vinny’s eyes after he touched him. The way he reacted to Ryan’s wolf licking him clean after he came was probably normal compared to the first time Vinny watched him eat like that.

Ryan’s ears pick up on the sound of a bottle clattering to the shower floor, and Vinny’s muffled curse. Even from the kitchen, he can smell Vinny’s arousal building. Which tells him he’s fucking around in the shower. Probably getting himself ready for Ryan, which is an enticing thought in itself. Instead of going down the hall and dragging him out of the shower, he grabs the bag of grapes and two more bottles of water and goes back to bed. That’s where Vinny finds him when he finally stumbles down the hall and starts walking towards the kitchen. His skin is flushed pink from the heat of the shower, water droplets still dripping off the ends of his hair and rolling down his shoulders. He’s wearing a pair of shorts that Ryan recognizes as his own, and for some reason, that’s what gets him.

“Come here.”

He doesn’t make it a suggestion, and he likes the way Vinny freezes and turns towards the bed. He drops down beside Ryan, reaching over to grab a few grapes out of the bag. He smells like the cheap 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner and body wash that Ryan keeps here, and it’s impossible for him not to lean over and shove his face into Vinny’s side, inhaling and licking away lingering water drops. Vinny laughs, putting his hand on his forehead and trying to push him away.

“Hey come on, you gotta check in with me first before you start trying to fuck me.”

Ryan gives him an unimpressed look. “How many fingers did you give yourself in there before you decided it was enough?”

Vinny throws a grape at him, rolling away to try to get one of the water bottles. But Ryan is faster, and he grabs onto his hips and tosses him over on his stomach, pinning him down to the mattress. Vinny flails and tries to at least attempt to get away, but Ryan sits on his ass and holds him down by his upper arms, putting his chin on his shoulder and waiting him out. It’s times like these he likes being reminded that he’s so much stronger than Vinny is, how easy it is to just hold him down however he wants. He lets him tire himself out, until he’s panting for air and squirming against the sheets. As a human, Vinny’s also very predictable.

“You gonna answer my question?” Ryan asks as he drags his face along Vinny’s shoulder. His wolf hates that he doesn’t smell like himself, doesn’t smell like he’s Ryan’s. “C’mon Vin, tell me how many? How many do you think would have been enough for you to take my knot this time?”

Vinny doesn’t say anything, he just whines and shakes his head. Ryan nips him and ruts against his ass, knowing that it won’t take long for him to cave at all. He reaches down and starts to shove at Vinny’s—his—shorts until they’re twisted around his thighs.

“Answer me,” he demands, biting him a little harder. Vinny tries to reach behind him and get his hand on Ryan’s cock, but Ryan grabs his wrist and pins it to his lower back. “I’m waiting. I can drag this out for hours. I don’t think you can, sweetheart.”

“Four!” Vinny bursts out impatiently, and Ryan laughs at him. He pets his hair back from his face, sees the way his eyes are glistening with needy tears. It turns him on more than it should. “Okay, I told you what you wanted to know, now give it to me.”

“Give you what?”

“Oh my god,” Vinny moans and struggles again, only succeeding in grinding back against Ryan, who clamps his free hand down on the back of his neck in amusement. He can feel how slick Vinny is. If he were an omega wolf, it would probably feel just like this. “Give me your knot, Ryan, please!”

And who is he to deny him. Shuffling up on his knees, he yanks Vinny’s shorts off the rest of the way, shoving his legs apart and hauling him up until he’s face down with his ass up in the air. Ryan lets go of his wrist but keeps his hand on his neck to keep him down, instead using his free hand to guide his cock into him. He’s still tight around him, despite whatever prep he did in the shower, and Ryan has to fight every urge he has to just shove in without giving him any time to adjust. His wolf is howling in his head for him to claim him in every way. Even though he’s human and the claiming bite won’t work on him.

Vinny lets out a choked off sob as Ryan bottoms out, and he grabs onto the edge of the mattress. There’s a moment where he tries to pull himself away, and then he just goes lax beneath him. Ryan curls himself over him to nudge his nose against Vinny’s cheek, kisses him softly. Almost like he’s apologizing for what he’s about to do. But if he wanted Ryan to stop, he knew how to do it. His eyes spot the glint of the knife that lay on the floor at the head of the bed. If Vinny needed to use it, he would. Ryan would heal, but he’d also stop.

“Okay,” Vinny gasps and nods rapidly, and he rocks back into Ryan’s next thrust the best he can. “Ry, c’mon, it’s okay—”

Ryan takes him at his word, fucking him harder. His thrusts are sharp and deep and he lets go of Vinny's wrist to grab onto his shoulder, pulling him back into each roll of his hips. He's going to be covered in bruises by the time he leaves. Vinny manages to get both of his hands beneath him, trying to give himself some leverage. He also can't stop talking; he's pleading with Ryan to keep fucking him, to give him his knot, to bite him.

Fisting a hand in Vinny’s hair, Ryan pushes his head down to the mattress, hoping to get him to shut up, if only for the sake of his own sanity. “It’s not gonna take Vin, I can’t—”

“I don’t care!” he wails, and the sheet comes off the edge of the mattress in his grip. “Just fucking bite me, it won’t do anything but hurt, come on, please Ryan!”

His wolf is already on board with the idea, and he can feel his mouth watering even as his knot swells. He’s got to get it inside of Vinny before he’ll even think of biting him. The growl that crawls out of his throat isn’t human, and he shoves forward in one quick motion, enraptured with watching as he sinks into Vinny all the way. Beneath him, Vinny has gone pliant, harsh panting sounds escaping him as Ryan waits him out.

It’s too late for Vinny to change his mind or want out, and he’s obviously resigned himself to this fact as he gives in and starts fucking himself back on Ryan’s knot, trying to get him to move again. He's still begging him to quit being a pussy and bite him already, and Ryan grabs him by his throat and covers him completely as he mouths at his shoulder. Vinny's finally shut up at least with words, but only because Ryan's got him by his neck and all he can do is wheeze and nod his head as if he still needs him to know it's okay.

His teeth are sharper than normal when he sinks them into Vinny’s shoulder, and all he tastes is blood and meat and him. He breaks the skin, and if Vinny were another wolf, this would mean a whole lot more than it does right now, and it means a whole lot to him. As it is, Ryan can hear him trying to say something, and he’s crying and laughing a little. It’s probably just the adrenaline. He loosens his grip on him, removes his teeth and licks at the wound, trying to stop the blood.

“You came,” Vinny mutters.

Ryan blinks. “What?”

“You bit me, and you came? You don’t remember?”

Ryan knows they’re going to be attached for a while, so it doesn’t really matter if he remembers or not. He noses at Vinny’s cheek, licks the salt away there and pulls them over onto their sides. He starts to reach down to finish him off, only to find out he wasn’t the only one who came. Vinny squirms around, trying to get them out of the wet spot, but it’s pretty big.

“These sheets are trashed, Ry.” he says giddily. “Why didn’t you bring more food in here if we’re gonna be like this?”

Tugging on his hair, Ryan kisses him to shut him up. He knows that Vinny can taste his own blood in his mouth, but he doesn’t pull away. He’s never been scared of Ryan, not really.

“You’re gonna do that to me again tomorrow.” Vinny mutters into the kiss.

Ryan doesn’t argue.

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Hatefuck.

Ryan Sitkowski x female reader

Kintober day 27. Hate sex, hook-up, unprotected sex, cheating.

This one feels a bit wrong since some hate sex and cheating are involved. Don't cheat on your partner and don't break people's marriage, it's bad. But I had this headcanon of Ryan in my head and I like it very much. Please don't come at me if you don't like this trope. It's just fucking fiction and shitty porn.

That being said, enjoy my loves <3

-Go to hell Ryan it's not my fucking problem. You shouted, slamming the door as you left the recording studio.

God how much you hated Ryan. He was insufferable with you, always making you remarks and picking fights. He was so convinced that he was superior to you, always degrading you and making bad comments about you to the rest of the band.

Why the heck was his problem?

Since you started to work as a sound engineer for the band six months ago, there have been constant arguments between the two of you. The atmosphere was always so heavy that now you were just running away from him, choosing to only interact with him when it was strictly necessary.

-It's not my fault if you suck at your job. Spare us your incompetence and just quit for good. He screamed louder, not sure if you were even hearing him now.

He sighed, sinking into his chair as the other guys looked at him in disapproval.

-What is wrong with you for real? She is doing a good job on the album. Chris pinched his nose, exasperated.

-No she's not. She's a pain in the ass, always whining about everything.

-She's not Ryan, and you know it, you're just unfair to her for god knows what reason.

Chris shook his head, standing up to open the door of the studio.

-What side are you even on dude?

-Hers. Now go apologize, we have a song to finish. He paused but Ryan didn't move. Now.

Reluctantly he got up and left the room, Chris slamming the door after his passage.

Ryan looked for you through the building, complaining and cursing until he found you, taking a coffee in the break room. You turned back as you heard someone coming, your brows furrowing when you knew who it was.

-Do you really think it's time to take a coffee break? You can't capriciously leave a session like that, we're all waiting for you to come back.

Wasn't he supposed to apologize? Yeah, right but seeing you like that just made his blood rush. He did not want to apologize, he wanted to ruin you, spit out his venom on you.

You saw red, will he never let you alone?

Slamming your cup on the counter you took a few steps in his direction. Your index finger pointed in his direction in a threatening way.

-You know what your problem is, Ryan? You're weak. You're the weakest person I know. You see me as a threat for a reason that I still don't get. You want me out of your life because you feel inferior. Because you're insecure.

Unconsciously you stepped closer to him as you continued your monologue, finding yourself inches from him.

-You call me a whiner but you're the one always whining about everything. I'm not going to destroy your life so peace out, dude.

He swallowed hard, looking at you as you kept your angry gaze on him. A long silence settled between you before he decided to speak again.

-But you are fucking destroying my life. He spoke in a low voice, not sure if he was supposed to say that.

You laughed as you stepped back a bit, throwing your arms in the air.

-How the fuck am I supposed to destroy your life? I won't take your job I'm a sound engineer, not a rockstar.

You were hallucinating as you kept laughing bitterly at him.

-God, you're a mad man Ryan. How could you make it so far in life when you think like that?

Rubbing your hands on your face you went to sit on the counter, throwing your feet as he followed you closely.

-You have no idea of what you're talking about. He retorted as his fists clenched.

-Certainly not but I think that you don't know either. You're just trying to cover how much of a coward you are.

His breathing was erratic as he stepped even closer, making you swallow this time. His gaze was menacing you, his arms resting on either side of your body as he bent over you a bit.

You shut down, intimidated by his dominating figure as your stomach squeezed.

-Don’t talk about things that are beyond you.

He was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your face. Leaning on him you kept your gaze on his.

-Fucking coward.

Why were you provoking him like that when he was so close you had no idea, but the tension between you switched. Your heart started to race but not from anger, your cheeks getting hot as you realized you were only inches away from his lips.

-I'll show you how weak I am.

Without letting you have the time to protest he collapsed on you, his lips crashing on yours as his hands came to grab your hips.

Confused and taken aback you pushed him away as he bit your lips, making it bleed.

-What the fuck dude? You started even more angry than before. You're married, why are you even- Oh.

It was at this moment that you realized it. You weren't going to destroy his job, you were going to destroy his marriage.

Your eyes widening you didn't say anything more, looking at him incredulously.

-Don't you fucking dare call me a coward again. You have no idea what I've been through the last months, trying to keep you away, trying to keep me away. He sighed, leaning more on you as he lowered his voice. Trying to avoid that fucking tempting ass of yours.

You squeezed your legs together at his words, your heart racing in your chest.

-You're completely mad, Ryan. You bit your lower lip, the taste of the blood diffusing in your mouth.

-Yes I am. And it's your fault. He breathed out, nearing his mouth to yours as kept staring at your lips. You make me insane.

You didn't move, holding your breath as you saw his lips slightly brushing against yours.

-You can't do that. Your tongue came to moisturize your dry lips as your breathing accelerated. Provocation again? Really?

-You're right, I can't.

But he did it, his tongue coming to caress yours as he kissed you again.

This time you didn't push him away. You don't know why but your hands came to his hair as you let him kiss you, uncertain. Maybe you were as mad as he was. The tension between you was confusing your brain. Ryan was hot, you never just admitted it to yourself as you were blinded by the hate.

His hands quickly came to your waist, pushing you against him as his lips kept kissing you passionately. He waited for this for so long that he thought he was going to explode. But you broke apart as you pulled his hair brutally.

-Stop it, we're not doing this.

He was panting against you, his pupils were dilated looking straight at you as his chest rose violently.

-Get your shit back together Ryan, you're married for fuck sake. You breathed out, his lips already losing themselves against your neck.

But he kept coming for you, pressing himself a little further between your legs making you whimper softly. You were not even sure that he listened to a thing you said. Fuck. That was wrong.

-God, I hate you. You rolled your head back as his lips became more persistent on your skin.

Leaving your neck, they came back to yours as he started to roam his hips urgently, getting needy.

-You're not going to answer a thing I say?

-Just shut up already. How annoying you can be.

He groaned, one of his hands coming to your face, grabbing it as he kept your lips against his, kissing you again.

You didn't know what to do. The anger consumed you as his touch made you go crazy. However, you knew you needed to stop before it was too late. The image of his wife coming to your head. You already had done too much.

Still, the words disappeared in your throat as Ryan's hands came to undo the button of your jeans, quickly working himself before he could think about what he was doing.

He was going to cheat and break his marriage but right now the only thing he could think about was how much he wanted your lips back on his. The feeling was too consuming as the tension of these last months dissipated, turning into pure passion.

You were the only thing playing in his mind, your complaints the only thing he would hear and the only thing he wanted to hear.

Settling a pace rapidly, he came to pull your pants down your legs, lifting you a little. He didn't want you to think, he wanted you to give up on his touch, wanted you to help him release his obsession with you, maybe that after it would stop and you both could go back to a normal life.

-Let me touch you, just for a bit. Hoarsely he asked, his lips kissing under your ear.

You nodded, not wanting to let the words out of your mouth. All of this was becoming way too real.

At your approval one of his hands came to caress your underwear, brushing his fingers on the wet spot that was forming.

-Fuck Ryan. You moaned a bit, surprised as your hand came to cover your mouth quickly.

He smirked against your skin, starting to rub you more.

-You want this as much as I do, don't you? He laughed a bit, mocking you.

Your head rolled back as you squeezed your eyes shut, his hand passing through your underwear as he started to caress you, rubbing your clit urgently, his lips biting to the skin of your shoulder as he lowered his head.

-Stop playing you, asshole. Just fuck me already. You whined, your hips roaming against his hand as you tried to grab his belt.

Yes, you wanted this, and you wanted it now. The more he was waiting the more you thought about his marriage and you didn't want to. You were fucking up real good this time.

He chuckled bitterly, quickly helping you to take his belt off as he opened his pants, putting them and his underwear down a little bit in a sure motion.

-See? You're always whining. He groaned in your ear, pumping himself before thrusting inside of you, not losing time.

You clung on him, your arms surrounding his neck as you pushed yourself against his body. The feeling of him inside you made you dizzy, your stomach tightening on how much you liked it.

After some time of peace, he started to move again, pushing in and out as he firmly grabbed your waist.

Shit, this was good, HE was good. You couldn't think about anything else than the feeling of him filling you up, your hips starting to rock against his, eager for more and more.

You heard him moan, his lips coming for yours as he tried to cover your sounds, fucking you restlessly as he enjoyed himself a bit too much.

-This doesn't change anything. I'll hate you 'til the day I die. You breathed out against his lips.

-Continue to hate me and I will fuck you until I'm the only thing you can think about. Accentuating each one of his words with a deeper thrust making you whine under his touch.

You gasped his name, feeling him throb inside of you. The hate between you was making all of this so hot, creating a suffering pleasure. It needed to end, you were losing your mind as the passion in your stomach was rising.

Ryan was pushing himself deeply, caressing that sweet spot every time making you cry his name. You were overwhelmed by everything that was happening, his hot breath against you making your head buzz.

He was getting closer, you could feel it, his movements becoming more messy and needy. He was fucking you like a beast, his mind completely gone as he was chasing his orgasm simultaneously to yours.

And god it was working, you felt your orgasm wash over yourself, leaving you completely drained under him as you shivered in his arms. His hips still twitching as he cursed, fucking you through your release.

Instinctively he grabbed your hips firmly when you clenched over him, feeling himself lose it all inside of you as is own orgasm left him panting.

Trying to catch your breath you pushed him out of you.

-God Ryan what have we done?

You started to panic as you realized what just happened, the sweet feeling of your pleasure disappearing leaving room for guilt.

He didn't answer, stepping back as he pushed his underwear back on, the door of the room slamming open.

-Ryan what is taking you so long to apologize for god’s sak- Chris appeared, looking at you both incredulously.

Ryan turned back, looking at him shocked as he didn't even put his pants back on.

-Sorry. That was the only thing Chris said before slamming the door back violently.

You were fucked. 

[nerdraging4point0]

Ok so, for backup boyfriend Ryan. It's a well known fact that he games a lot while he's touring. Any time off he has he gets on. What isn't known is that he's gaming with you. AND that when you are having a bad day he will specifically let you win games together. (you don't even know this) he's super sweet and everyone thinks you two are couple goals.

That's the sweet side of things.

Dirty side of things. He is a daddy in the bedroom. That is the only thing you are allowed to refer to him as. And he is very good to his baby girl. He loves tying you up but he prefers silk. He loves blindfolding you. He loves the little gasps and whimpers that escape your mouth when you are doing sensory play. Your satisfaction is what is most important to him.

That is all

Vicious fits you well, baby girl.

@signs-of-ill-portent @throwingmetothelions and @familiarscarsxelectrichearts

Because there was a significant lack of Ryan on my page. She asked. I delivered (to the best of my ability)

TW: PIV, Oral female receiving, Oral Male receiving, language. (Other shit possibly.)

Tag Team: @ladyveronikawrites, @dominuslunae @ghost-hosts @thesazzb @synthetic-wasp-570 @letmeadoreyoux @witchyweeb34 @ghost-hosts @jay02bo @asilentsiren @cncohshit, @thebadchic, @kingdomof-omens @shaydayhere @jellybean181 @beaker1636

Daddy Ry Ry….

Solid soft daddy when doing couple things. He likes to see you win just because of the smile and excited way you clap at your own victory. He’s easy going about a lot of things, but at all times, regardless of what the situation is, bottom line. He is daddy.

You know it’s not just a bedroom thing. He knows just how to get you.

He’ll be sitting casually in his chair, on the couch on the bus, lawn chair while the crew barbeques. Doesn’t matter. You’ll walk up to him ready to slide in on the arm of the chair or right next to him and cuddle, but no. He has other plans.

He slides right down so he is a little slumped in the chair legs parted, takes his big, tattooed hand and pats his thigh. The silent “right here baby.”

He’s not shy about shit in front of his bandmates. He hears the squeak you make as you move over to him. Sitting on his thigh slowly while the bandmates watch, trying to carry on with conversation.

Ryan at this point is deaf to the conversation, doesn’t really care to know where it’s going either. The angle you’re sitting on him he’s looking at the way your ass curves, how your hair falls down your back. Reminded of the times he’s had you ride him backwards, smacking that ass to get you to bounce harder.

“Come on baby girl, you know what daddy likes. You wanna be a good girl for me don’t cha?”

He’s a man that isn’t afraid to ask you to sit on his face either. The way his tight grip gets a hold of your thighs and brings you to his face. The grip he has on you rolling your hips on his tongue, every bit of the juice coating his face from his nose to his chin. He’s messy about it. He loves it messy.

Messy is just want he wants to see when you’ve got a face full of his cock. Tears, make up, sweat, saliva, all the things smeared over your face. Your hair has become a rat’s nest because of how many times he’s had to pet it back and gather it in his hands just so he can see that pretty face of yours. Pupils blown, cheeks hollowed out, your ability to breath through your nose becoming less of a possibility because he is deep throating you so hard your tears can’t come out your eyes face enough, so they start leaking out your nose.

When he finally decides to take you he’s got you bent over the bed or on your hands and knees. Hands have either got a grip on your hair or both on your shoulders. His thicker than the guys in the band but in all the good ways. Snapping his hips into you hard, your body barely able to produce noise as it’s not sure whether to feel pleasure or pain.

“Who’s your daddy? Huh baby girl. Say it for me.”

“Fuck. Daddy. Feels so good.” Just that is all you can manage your brain is far beyond capable of forming sentences or solid thoughts. He’d come without warning. But once he came down from the high and realized you hadn’t finished yet, he’d pull out give you a swift smack on the ass before sliding two of his fingers inside you. Fucking you with his fingers so hard you can hear the bracelets on his wrist sliding around from the momentum. He’d find that soft spongy spot inside you and bear down on it till your on your tip toes legs shaking as you come all over his hand.

Thank you for consideration.

[beaker1636]

Single Lyrics Chapter 7 - Ryan Sitkowski

AN: They finally make up.... mostly, but we are not over yet :) Also I have kind of hinted at who I envisioned her father to be throughout this story, curious if anyone has put two and two together!

“I’ll be by soon for this, I just wanted to get Violet in bed for the night first if that is okay?” Ryan messaged you, reminding you of the impending doom that is coming with this conversation.  

You don’t want to have it, to have to discuss one of the hardest things you have been through.  It’s scary, what if his reasoning was good? Or what if it was awful and ruins everything all over again… not that things are exactly good right now anyways but what if?

“Stop overthinking shit,” you see on your phone and almost laugh when you see it is from Vinny.

“I swear to god you are a mind reader sometimes… thank you,” you respond back with a smile, feeling a little better.

About 20 minutes later there is a knock on your hotel door and you let out a sigh before getting up and opening it, better get this done and over with right?

Or maybe you’ll just die inside and be let out of your contract?

At this point either option seems reasonable if you had to say so yourself.

“Hey, you can sit wherever,” you say softly, moving to settle back in your chair by the window so that you can look at it and not at the guitarist.  You know that is a dick move but you just can’t bring yourself to look at him right now, Justin tried telling you that he is sorry for the fight but you are still hurt and you don’t want to see that he is sorry on his face.

“I want you to ask me anything, seriously anything that you want to know and I will be honest y/n.  I realized that we have been avoiding talking about it and that isn’t the way that we move past things.   But first I want to apologize for kissing you yesterday how I did, I just thought that you were saying that is what you wanted and I have been wanting it… I shouldn’t have cornered you and just went for it.  I realized after that I was wrong,” he says, talking soft and you are pretty sure it is just to try and keep things from exploding like yesterday.

“Why were you so upset when I wanted to resign yesterday? I offered to find someone else who would be great and would be less of a problem and you seemed genuinely upset,” you ask softly, glancing over at him long enough that you could see he looked like shit, like he was upset.  

And now you are even more confused, why is he upset about any of this? All he should care about is that Violet is being taken care of, so why does he care that you are wanting to go? Especially when you said you would find help, you are nothing that special in the grand scheme of things.

“Violet loves you, you are amazing with her and more than what you need to be.  Even yesterday when you were upset and wanted to get away from me you took time to hug her and reassure her that nothing was wrong when she wanted one from you.  There are times I am with her and she asks for you.  She seems a lot happier than she was before and I know it is because of how much love you share with her, because you know what it is like to lose parents and you know how to approach that with her and still make her feel loved.” He pauses for a second, before continuing.

“I feel like we need you, not just her but both of us.  You have helped me learn so many things with how to take care of a little child that I didn’t know.  You have shown me countless moments of forgiveness and compassion.  I know you don’t see it but it’s starting to feel like you are a part of this family I have with her, that you are needed.  I’m not ready to see you go, I don’t want it to be someone else here helping me take care of her.  I want it to be you.”

This is when you now take the time to turn and look at him, in shock.  You didn’t expect anything genuinely serious from him, or this emotional.  This is why you didn’t want to do this, you knew that his answers would draw you in and make you want him more and that is the problem, you want him but can’t have him.

“But I-I’m not part of your family with her Ryan, I’m just her nanny,” you say softly, looking at him and hoping your shock isn’t written on your face at his words.  But it probably is, because you can already feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

“You have been her family for awhile now, the night she was sick and you sang your dads song to her I knew that you were.  You always said that if you had a child that would be what you would sing to them when they needed comfort and then you did it with her, that night I sat there listening to you longer than I probably should have but it made me start thinking things differently… made me realize how much we both need you, not just her.  Listen, I know I fucked up but I have been trying to figure out how to fix it, I have been trying to show you that you mean a lot to me but apparently I have done it wrong.” He admits, letting out a sigh of his own. “I want you to ask me what you actually want to, why I suddenly ghosted you and said what I did to Miranda back then.  Please, let me explain.”

“Ryan,” you turn to look at him this time, wanting him to know that you are serious about this.

“I’m scared to know, I am scared to know because what if it hurts me all over again? Or worse, what if it's something that you meant well and I then hate myself for resenting you for so long? I want to know but I don’t want to decide myself if I do or not, taking that power back and asking myself….” you cut yourself off, feeling a couple of the stray tears starting to hit your cheeks now that you finally can’t hold them back anymore.

“Ask me, let me tell you.  Please?” He begs, meeting your eyes with an intensity behind them. “If you hate me then you hate me after, but I want to tell you, please?”

You think about it for a minute, both of you sitting there in awkward silence while you decide if you actually want to know or not.  You can’t outweigh the thoughts that want to know, know why he chose to do that to you, especially when you swear things we’re going so well.  

“Okay, why, why did you?” You can’t even bring yourself to fully voice it, still hurt just thinking about what happened, how you lost multiple friends in the process of it all.  

“Your sister Taylor begged me to leave you, said she didn’t want to see you hurt while I was gone because it was going to happen.  That she watched how much your dad hurt her mother, hurt your mother with cheating, drinking, and all of it on the road,” he pauses, letting out a sigh. 

“She said that she would tell you I was caught with someone else, make you think that I betrayed you like that if I didn’t leave you first.  The sad part is she had me convinced that I was going to do it to you, that I would eventually fuck things up so I just gave up on us because I thought you deserved that.  I swear I tried to reach out when I heard a couple days later your father died but everyone talked me out of it, said there was no way to explain anything to you without hurting you more when you already were hurting so bad.  I shouldn’t have listened to anyone, but I did and I let it fuck things up.  But to be fair no matter what I did I wouldn’t have won, you never would have believed your sister was lying. It was easier to try and tell you that I wanted someone better, to make you think that I was an asshole and to make you hate me than it would have been to let you think I cheated, I can’t explain it but we all were protecting you in our own fucked up ways during an awful time of your life. I know that was all she was doing, and by me going along with it and just up and leaving you, it was my way of trying to protect you because I felt that you would be hurt more if you thought I cheated over if you thought I decided you weren't enough. I’m sorry, I wanted to be there for you.  If you look at photos from those first couple weeks after you can even see that I was a fucking wreck but I did what I felt I had to and I regret it all the fucking time.”

By this point you can see the sincerity on his face, in fact he looks as distraught as you feel.  Both of you are silent as you try to read what the other one is thinking, because neither of you know how this is going to go now that the truth is out there.  How this will change things, Ryan feels a little relief getting it all out there, and you do feel a little closure now that it is out there.

“I’m so fucking sorry, and I know I have said that a lot but I can never say it enough.  And I get if you don’t believe me, or if you can’t forgive me because when you needed me I wasn’t there for you,” he continues to ramble now, just trying to fill the silence because it is making him anxious while he thinks about it. “I know you were extremely close to him and….”

“Ryan, shut the fuck up and give me a moment please.  I fucking believe you, I can tell how genuine you are being but it is changing the way I think of a lot of things and I don’t know how I want to take that.  Especially when I never actually fell out of love with you, and now… do you still?” you ask, without straight up asking… almost scared to do so.

“Do I want this with you? Do I love and care about you? The answer to everything is yes, and I have been trying to show you this.  Why do you think that when you were sick I made sure to leave soup and medicine outside of your hotel room? Who do you think left you flowers in your bunk while you were gone on the anniversary of when your father died? Actually I have sent you some every year. I just never signed the card… who do you think is the one who buys you coffee half the time when you wake up and there is one on the counter?  You may not realize it is me, but it has been.  I just didn’t have the guts to say it was me.”

“That was you who sent them every year? I never fucking knew that, Ryan… that is so sweet, all of it is.”  By this point you are no longer fighting tears, they are streaming steadily down your face, as you accept everything.

Both of you sit there quietly for a moment, you now watching out the window again as you try to process everything.  You don’t notice that he moved until one of his hands rests on your face, using his thumb to brush the tears away as they fall.  Both of you are silent as you take in the moment, take in the fact that both of you never got over what happened between you.  You never realized that it still hurt him, and he never realized that you never fell out of love with him.

“I want you in my life, I want you in Violet’s.  I fucking love you, more so every day when I watch you with her.  Please, can we try things again?” he asks, turning your head so that you meet his eyes.

“If I say yes I have rules, I don’t want her to see things between us at first.  That way if it doesn’t work she isn’t hurt…. And we both have to start being honest about things,” you say softly, trying not to come across soft.

“Whatever you want, and if you don’t want this I can live with that… I deserve that honestly.” He says, suddenly aware of how close the two of you are.

Neither of you move, suddenly aware that the two of you are next to each other, touching.  Both of you are vulnerable, unsure what to do but wanting to do something.  You finally move, wrapping your arms around him, catching him completely off guard and after hesitating he wraps his arms tightly around you as well, pulling you into his chest as you both relax in the embrace.  

Neither of you are sure of what exactly is happening, but it sure feels right.

….. But then your moment is interrupted.

“Dude, fucking kiss her already!” you hear through the door, followed by an Owww.  You are assuming that whoever is next to Vinny, listening in to everything, just smacked him after he called out to the two of you. 

“You just got us caught dumbass,” you hear Ricky groan.

“Even if we kissed you wouldn’t know for sure…. Wait, who is watching violet if you are all listening through the door in the hallway?” Ryan asks, laughing.

“She’s sleeping, we have the baby monitor, it’s all good. Now kiss dumbass,” Chris yells this time, taking Vinny’s side and agreeing that is just what you need to do. “ Kiss and make up, get it over with.  Everyone has been waiting for it, the two of you have been waiting for it.”

“Wait, are literally all of you out there?” You ask, now curious if everyone is waiting out there for the two of you to make up, and slightly embarrassed.

“.... no,” Justin answers softly, before you hear a bunch of footsteps running away down the hallway making you laugh.  Of course everyone was listening in on this, why does it not shock you that those nosey jerks were.  You can’t help but smile though, knowing that everyone is supporting the two of you, even if their way of showing it sucks.

“So can I?” Ryan asks, glancing down at you from where you are still hugging him, wanting to feel him close to you.

“I mean we better give the fanclub what they want before they all kill us in our sleep,” you joke with a smile, trying to ease the tension that is building between the two of you at the moment.

Both of you lock eyes for a few moments before he finally does, leaving a soft, gentle, breathtaking kiss on your lips that leaves both of you silent afterwards as you sit there processing everything.

Suddenly both of your phones ding, and you look down seeing a message from Justin in a group chat he made.

“I’ve got Violet tonight, enjoy your time together,” you both read and then smile before slowly making your way over to the bed.  Many soft kisses and cuddles shared that night as you bask in the afterglow of finally fixing things between both of you, not letting yourselves worry about where things are going yet.  That sounds like tomorrow's problem… and it will be, you have plans to call your sister in the morning.

[vanishxcanvas]

Bored

Ryan Sitkowski x F!Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: 18+ only. Smut and fluff are included. Mentions of thigh riding, unprotected p/v sex.

Background - You and Ryan are bored, so you both think of something else to do so the time goes faster.

You and Ryan are sitting together on the couch, while watching a movie. He lets out a sigh, and you look at him confused.

"Something wrong?" You ask.

"Just getting bored, that's all." He says.

"Well, do you have something else in mind?" You ask.

"I have an idea.." He says.

"Go on..." You reply.

He smirks, and grabs one of your legs, pulling you to his lap to straddle him.

You bite your lip. "Oh, I see now."

He smiles, and pulls you closer to kiss you.

Instinctively, you start grinding on him while you both make out.

"Someone's needy." He says after pulling away.

"I can't help it." You say.

"If you're so needy, why don't you do that on my thigh." He smirks.

"I'm not opposed to that." You say, moving to his thigh.

As you get on his thigh, you place your arms on his shoulders.

You start to grind on his thigh, and he places his hands on your hips.

You dig your head into his neck, but he grabs your hair pulling your head back. He smirks, and gives you hickeys while you're grinding on him.

"Fuck," You groan.

A while later, you feel yourself getting close. Soon enough, you let go, and Ryan praises you.

You look at him after a few moments, and he smirks.

"Would you like to continue?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Take a wild guess." You say.

"Is that a yes?" He asks.

"Duh," You say.

He then carries you to your shared bedroom, throwing you on the bed.

You smirk, and take off your clothes.

Ryan then takes off his clothes, and crawls on top of you after doing so.

"Still bored?" He asks, kissing your neck.

"Mhmmm" You say.

"Good girl," He says before leaving hickeys on your chest.

He kisses down your body, until he reaches the part you need him the most.

You whine as you feel his breath. "Please," You groan.

"Please what?" He asks.

You glare at him. That dick, you thought.

"You and I both know what I want." You say.

"Are you trying to earn yourself a punishment, baby?" He smirks.

"I dunno, am I? I'm not scared of you babe." You say.

Right after you say that, he flips you over and spanks your ass. Hard. You let out a high pitched moan after he does this.

"You asked for it." He says.

"What if I liked it?" You say.

"Is that so?" He smirks.

He grabs you so you're on all fours, and slams into you.

"Oh fuck!" You moan.

His hands are on your hips, which will most likely leave bruises later. Not that you're complaining.

He grins, and then smacks your ass again.

"Oh fuck you," You moan out.

"The only one doing the fucking, is me babygirl." He says.

You whine, and a while later you can feel yourself get close.

"I can feel you baby, cum for me." He says.

A few moments later, you let go. You shout his name, and soon after he releases inside of you.

You open your eyes, and you see Ryan smiling at you.

"Still bored?" You ask.

"You're cute. But to answer your question, no." He says.

He picks you up, and brings you into the restroom so you both can take a shower.

After you both shower, you get into some clean clothes and get into bed after changing the sheets, as well as the blankets...for obvious reasons.

As you both get into bed, Ryan pulls you close to him.

You lay your head on his chest, and he kisses your forehead.

"Goodnight." You say.

"Goodnight gorgeous." He says.

You both fall asleep in each other's arms soon after.

[daddyhausen]

If you write poly can i request a NSFW HC for Poly MIW

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 MUSICIAN/BAND MASTERLIST 」 | 「CHRIS MOTIONLESS MASTERLIST 」 | 「 RICKY “HORROR” OLSON MASTERLIST 」 | 「 JUSTIN MORROW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 RYAN SITKOWSKI MASTERLIST 」 | 「 VINNY MAURO MASTERLIST 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — nsfw poly!miw headcannons

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ [ MINORS DNI ] smut, polygamy/poly relationship

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 334

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x motionless in white

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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they were all hesitant with the idea of sharing you at first.

vinny and justin were the most accepting of the arrangement

ryan was indifferent

chris and ricky however, as much as they were willing to share you, the could not hide their jealousy.

vinny has the highest sex drive and is the most submissive

he’s called your misteress, ma’am, even mommy in front of the rest of the guys

he adores when you give him blowjobs before the show sitting on his cock while he practices at his drumkit

justin and chris are most likely to share between the two of them.

they’re rough with you.

chris likes to fuck you from behind, a hand in your hair pulling roughly while you choke on justin’s cock

justin will praise you for how well youre taking the both of them

they’ll switch positions so chris can cum on your face while justin cums inside you

chris is the most degrading only second to ryan

ryan will slap, spank, namecall, he’ll do anything to make you submit to him

ryan is also the most likey to fuck you in public, he’ll still have his cock in you minutes before playing a show

ricky is the gentle one, he’s kind of shy when it comes to fucking you

although he would love nothing more than to keep you to himself

just like vinny he’s more submissive than the others.

when the five of them fuck you be prepared to clear your calendar because that’s all you’ll be doing that day.

their words are s full of praise yet degradation at the same time

vinny, ricky and justin will praise you while chris and ryan degrade you

you will always start off by jerking off ricky and vinny

chris and ryan will interchange between fucking your ass and your throat

and justin fucks your cunt

all of them will take turns fucking each of your holes

all of them are cumming inside your cunt at least once

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[sitkowski]

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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Single Lyrics Part 6 - Ryan Sitkowski

AN: So I got really into this and wrote a second part today, so you get a double update. Things are getting tense and serious, will they be able to fix the relationship or is it time to walk away?

A few moments after y/n stormed out of the bus Ryan comes out to the front, looking rather exasperated, quickly finding where Vinny was sitting and giving the drummer a glare.  If looks could kill he would have just taken Vinny down without any hesitation.

“You are close to her, what the fuck just happened? Why is she suddenly mad at me and wanting to quit?” Ryan asks, desperate to know what is wrong and how to fix it.  “Wait, where is Violet?”

“Justin took her to the playground so she wouldn’t what the blowup that was happening, and why don’t you ask the fucking dancer that was all over you backstage why the girl who is in love with you is hurt? Why she still fucking wants you is beyond me, but for someone who claims to care about her you have a shitty way of showing it,” Vinny snaps, glaring at his friend.  He may care about Ryan but he is not going to let him hurt his best friend, especially when he has been venting to them that he is pretty sure he wants to be with her again. “You need to figure out what it is you actually want. Now if you’ll excuse me I am going to go watch her from a distance to make sure nothing happens while she is vulnerable like this, because that is the thing you do for someone you care about, asshole.”

Vinny storms off the bus, in search of where you are at and leaving Ryan feeling like the biggest asshole on the face of the earth. As far as just about everyone on the bus is concerned he is, especially after throwing it in your face that you should know what it’s like to be abandoned knowing that he is the one who did it to you.

A few moments later Justin and Violet climb on the bus. “I saw her go storming by and figured it was safe to bring Violet back as she said she is hungry.  If I need to leave again I will after grabbing her something to eat.” 

“No, it’s safe now, the fight is over for the time being.  I think it is going to be awhile before we have to worry about her acknowledging Ryan exists,” Chris answers honestly, letting out a sigh before stuffing his phone in his pocket. “I’m going to go watch someone else, anyone coming with?” 

“I’ll go,” Rick says quickly, not really wanting to be around Ryan at the moment.  

After they both step off Ryan lets out a sigh, feeling the weight of his actions and words hitting him hard. Justin looks over at his friend after handing some fruit to the little girl and walks over, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it man?” He asks, looking at his friend who is sitting on the couch, clearly distraught by the events of the day so far.

“What did I do? I thought things were getting better between us, that we were in a good place and now I don’t know what to think anymore.” Ryan says, looking out the window of the bus as he sits there, taking everything in.

“Can I be honest? I think where you screwed up is that you keep pushing the being friends thing without addressing the problems that both of you have together.  The two of you need to sit down and civilly discuss the past and what you want moving forward before anything can change.  You say that you care about her and act like you do, and then you let another woman have her hands all over you backstage in front of her.  She tries to talk to you, explain why she wants to leave, basically tells you she loves you and you turn it into a fight.  I mean honestly, you are pretty fucking stupid.  We can all tell from a mile away that the more time the two of you have spent together that she still loves you, how did you think she would react when she saw that today?” Justin says, trying to put it as plainly as he could, as obvious as he could so maybe it would soak into the mans skull finally.

“I didn’t think that it would come across that way, you know how girls get with us.  I guess I can see how that would hurt her though, but Justin I messed up.  I fucking cornered her back there and before she left I kissed her.  I expected it to make her happy, to show her that I want to be with her too but clearly that didn’t work,” Ryan admits, looking at his friend for advice.

“Yeah, that was a dumb move.  She was upset and cornering her only to do what you wanted, it came across that you didn’t give a shit what she was feeling right then, you screwed up.  You only have two weeks to fix it before this tour is over and she walks away, and we both know if she walks away you aren’t going to get another chance so you better figure out how to fix this Ryan.  But I can’t help you with that, it has to be something that comes from you, that means something.” Justin says, moving so he can help the little girl wipe the mess off her face.  “When things calm down I think you need to sit with her and actually talk things out, explain to her why you did what you did.  I’ll watch Violet for you so you have that chance.”

“Thank you Justin, that would be great.”

Meanwhile

You find a spot in the grass by the fence over by the mainstage where there aren’t many people and sit down, letting your emotions hit you finally.  You aren’t stupid, you know that Vinny has followed you after you left but you haven’t acknowledged it yet.

When you finally let the breakdown hit and start to cry a set of arms wrap around you, letting you know that the one person you feel like is there for you is beside you, supporting you.  Without a word you turn and bury your face into his chest, letting the sobs escape, glad that you are far enough away from people that nobody is paying you much mind right now while you let this happen.  Vinny doesn’t say anything to you, he just lets you cry it out, his hands rubbing soothing circles against your back while you let everything you are holding escape while you accept his comfort.

When you finally start to calm down several minutes later you pull away, mumbling a sorry to Vinny who doesn’t seem to care that you have soaked his shirt in your tears, that you left a trail of your makeup on it in the process.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, you are allowed to be upset after he threw everything in your face while you were doing the right thing.  I however may be in trouble when we go back, I may have lost my shit on Ryan before I followed you,” Vinny says with a nervous chuckle, relieved when that made you giggle.

“Why does that not shock me? Vin, thank you for being here for me,” you say softly, watching the crowd further below you continue to rock out and enjoy the shows that are going on below you.

“Someone needs to be, I’m tired of everyone acting like he didn’t do shit to you honestly.  Especially when you are the bigger person and have been helping him like nothing ever happened, to make sure Violet is being loved and cared for.  You’re too nice a person to be put through hell,” he says with a smile.  

You let out a soft sigh, debating if you should let what happened at the end of the fight out or not but you need to talk about it with someone, and you know your friend Miranda, while you love her, will talk you out of everything and into coming home.

“Vin, he kissed me back there.  That’s what made me panic, I didn’t know what to do because part of me wanted it…” you trail off, unsure where you are going with this.

“But part of you was scared?” Vinny finishes for you, knowing where you were going with this.  He knows you a lot more than either of you would probably admit, having gotten close throughout this tour.  Vinny is the one who has gone out of his way to include you in things, make sure that you haven’t felt alone, something that you can never thank him for.

“What happens when I am not enough again? When I am home with Violet and he is out meeting women who are more what he wants than I am? I don’t know why he did what he did but I don’t think I can just get over that and allow us to have that type of relationship again without knowing why, without knowing things would be different.” You admit. 

“Do you think that if he actually explained why he left like that years ago that things could change between both of you? If he gave you that closer that you never had?” Vinny asks you, watching your face as he tries to gauge your reaction to his questions.

“I-I don’t know Vin.  I want to think that it would help but what if the reasoning is awful, if it is something that I hadn’t considered before?  I feel like it could completely shatter what little hope I have left and ruin everything.” You answer truthfully, you do want to know why he did what he did, but you are scared to know at the same time.  

What if things are past the point of no return, if there is no fixing the wounds that this fight has brought back up.  You genuinely thought that you could get past everything to help take care of Violet and now, you aren’t so sure anymore.  

“I think that both of you need to just sit down and explain everything.  You explain all your doubts and emotions and you let him explain why he did what he did, what he is feeling for you.  Until the two of you can be honest about everything there is no repairing anything, and I think that even if you left that for yourself you need to tell him everything.  You will never get any closure if you don’t express what is going on in your head.  If that leads to you leaving you know that I will support you all the way, but that is a conclusion I think you need to come to together.” Vinny says, hoping that you can understand what he is trying to tell you.  

“Since when have you been so smart, I’m used to knuckle head Vinny,” you say with a laugh. “You are right though, we really need to just sit down and civilly discuss things.  Thank you for being there for me.”

“I will always be here for you, now lets get you back to the bus and cleaned up because no offense, you look like a hot mess,” he jokes, standing up and offering you a hand.

You laugh and take it, feeling much better than you were before now that you have spoken to Vin and cleared your head some.  But that now means you will have to go back and see Ryan, and that scares you.

“When we get back can you please make sure that he doesn’t come near me? I am not ready to face him quite yet, I hate to ask you to get in the middle of this but,” you look at him, hoping that he will agree.

“Of course, we will get you straight into the bathroom and then in your bunk so that you can read or whatever and decide when you are ready to see him,” he says before opening the door to the bus so that you could get on.

You do and quickly notice Ryan and Justin sitting on the couch, who both look up at you.  You just continue past, not saying anything as you make your way towards the back.  But you pause when Violet toddles over to you, wrapping her little arms around your leg.

“You sad?” She asks you softly, noticing the look on your face.

You pull her up into your arms, giving her a tight hug as you soak in the love she is giving you. “I am sad Violet, but it is okay to be sad sometimes. Thank you for the hug.” You decide being honest is best, but not too honest.  You set her down before you continue to the back and take a seat in your bunk for a moment, grabbing your makeup remover wipes before heading towards the bathroom.

“Nope, stop.  Let me at least help clean you up first,” Vinny says, making you sit on the floor in the hallway as he takes the wipes from your hands and helps you clean up your face.  Making jokes to get you to smile and laugh, which is exactly what you needed at the moment before you get in your bunk and take some time by yourself to just watch your favorite show on your phone and disassociate from everything for a little while… until you get a message a couple hours later.

“When we get to the hotel tomorrow can we talk? Justin said he would watch Violet and I feel like I need to explain things to you.”

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Fucking Around

Ryan Sitkowski x Reader

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Content Warning: Just fluff, mentions of cussing.

Background - You're friends with Ryan, and one day while visiting, you decide to prank him. He decides to get you back.

You've been staying with Ryan for the week, and currently he was streaming. You decide to be annoying and move his food somewhere in the fridge.

After you do so, you go back to the couch like nothing happened.

20 minutes later

You're currently on your phone while watching something on TV, when Ryan walks in the kitchen.

He opens the fridge, and you chuckle quietly.

"Where the fuck is my food?" He questions.

"I dunno." You reply, scrolling through twitter on your phone.

"Hmm…" He says.

"What?" You ask.

"Nothing, I could've sworn I had my food on the top shelf." He says.

"Unless someone moved it.." You say laughing.

"Y/n, I swear to god. I'm getting you back for this." He says, putting a hand over his face.

"I'd like to see you try, child." You laugh.

"Challenge accepted. Expect the unexpected." He smirks.

"We'll see about that." You laugh.

For the rest of the night you both just chill, and watch whatever is on TV.

The next morning, you open your eyes…

"What the fuck!" You say, jumping out of bed.

What was there, you may ask? A jumpscare image on the ceiling.

Your phone goes off.

You check your phone, and a text from Ryan pops up.

"Hahahahahah", the message said.

"fuck you lol" you reply.

"i'm not finished btw, be careful :)" he replies.

"why" you say.

"because" he says.

"because…why?" you ask.

"that's what you get for hiding my food" he replies.

"god" you reply.

"my name isn't god but thank you for the compliment :)" he says.

"okay lol" you say.

You sigh, and put your phone back on the bedside table. Then you take a shower in the guest bathroom, and get dressed.

After you get done, you grab your phone and go straight to the kitchen for some food.

Ryan is waiting there, and as he sees you walk in he starts laughing hysterically.

"I'm gonna fucking end you Ryan." You say, glaring at him. Your hands are also on your hips.

"I'd like to see you try" He says laughing.

For the rest of the day, both of you terrorize each other.

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Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Twenty Four

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

Dividers by @samspenandsword @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics

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

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

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

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

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

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

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Chapter Twenty Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit…

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

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

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

“Your best friend’s ass died-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have to go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eat.”

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

“What, are you doing, Ricky?”

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

Thank you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay… Chris-” he started to yell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ladyveronikawrites]

WIP: Kinktober Edition

COUNTDOWN TO KINKTOBER!

@sitkowski and I need a push to write for kinktober and we want to encourage those participating in Kinktober to do the same!

I will be sharing sneak peeks from both my Motionless in White Fics as well as Bad Omens- any and all kinktober related fics are welcome to participate!

MIW Kinktober 2024 Bad Omens Kinktober 2024

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WHAT I'M WORKING ON

BAD OMENS

BRIDGE PART THREE (Omens! gang bang - leather fetish, boots)

You take his cock so well, doll You want another? (Ruffilo x Jolly x Noah x Reader - Sensory Deprivation, voice kink)

IMPOLITE PART FIVE (Noah x Jolly x oc - Service Submission, tasks, and assignments)

Puppy Play Date! (Pup!Noah x Pup!Folio x Owner!Ruffilo - collaring)

IF PAIN IS BEAUTY, I'M A PRETTY BITCH (Noah x FemDom OC Vivian - Chastity, Humiliation, Sissification//feminization)

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE

oh no, my boyfriend's a vampire (Chris x Nicky - vampire boyfriends/breath play)

Come on Chloe, It's just a haunted house (Stepbrother!Justin x Bio Brother’s Best Friend!Vinny x OC -boots/haunted house)

more cocks more fun right? (Chris x Justin x Rick x Ryan x vinny x oc - multiple penetration /voyeurism) 

You got that dawg in you? (Owner!Ryan x Pup!Vinny x oc - tasks and assignments - body worship)

She's going to drive them wild (Chris x Rick x reader - leather/latex -femdom)

A little gift for you👑- Ryan x Vinny x Sasha

“Yes, master,” Vinny nods his head excitedly and starts to pant.

“Dash, come here,” Sasha pats on the bed beside her. Vinny leaps onto the bed without a second thought, sitting prettily near his master’s girlfriend. “Good boy,” she coos caressing his cheek before scratching behind his ears.

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[alilpunkrock]

Home for the holidays

Ryan Sitkowski x reader

Not requested

A/n: wow I am hella late for a Christmas fic but honestly, who cares? I’m definitely making a part 2 with smut so don’t you worry. I hope you enjoy!! This is my last fic of 2019. Happy New Years! 🖤

Tag list: @chriscrosscerulli @myanaconda-will-consider1t @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @musicsexandpizza69 @whyisgmora

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“Ryan, please! I need you to do this for me!” I pleaded. He was standing on the other side of the counter with his arms crossed.

“Why? You can easily go out and find an actual boyfriend, why do I have to be your fake one?” He asked. I sighed in frustration.

“Because I don’t want an actual boyfriend! I just need you to pretend so my mom will get off my back! I swear her and my aunt think I’m going to die a spinster.” I leaned against the counter and put my head in my hands. There was silence for a moment before Ryan sighed.

“Okay, fine. I’ll do it. But,” Ryan started, my head shot up. “You have to clean my apartment, spotless. And cook me dinner for a whole week.” Ryan listed his conditions.

I squealed in excitement and relief.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I ran around the counter and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him, jumping up and down. “Seriously, I’ll literally do whatever you want! Okay! I got to go, I’ll be over tomorrow to let you know what’s going to happen.” I put my sweatshirt on and grabbed my keys and purse running out the door.

Ryan shook his head and wondered what he had gotten himself into.

The next day I arrived at Ryan’s apartment earlier than I knew he’d appreciate. He opened the door at 9am in his underwear and a t shirt.

“Why so early?” He asked, moving to the side and letting me in. Snow covered the ground outside and Ryan shivered at the thought of being outside right now.

“Sorry, I forgot you like to sleep till the evening.” Ryan rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to put pants on, please make a pot of coffee.” He said walking down the hallway to his room. I took my shoes off by the couch and made my way into the kitchen. I started Ryan’s Keurig, pulling two coffee mugs from the cupboard above my head. Ryan came back in wearing sweats and a sweatshirt.

He looked cozy. And warm. And like you wanted to cuddle him.

Wait, what? No. Fake boyfriend. Remember Y/N?

I cleared your throat and put Ryan’s cup under the spout to pour the coffee, mine next. I turned and handed Ryan his cup.

“Creamer?” I asked walking to his fridge. He shook his head and took a drink of the black coffee in his cup. I grabbed the vanilla creamer for mine.

“So, what’s happening?” Ryan asked, clearly in a better mood after a few drinks of coffee. I took a drink of my own.

“Well, in order to miss the crazy holiday rush, my mom bought us tickets to fly out next Friday. We’ll get there Friday night and will be there till the 30th. I told her it’s a little long, but if you need to fly back before then that’s totally fine.” I explained. He nodded.

“The 30th should be fine. The guys and I don’t start tour until a few weeks into January.” He agreed. I nodded and it got quiet.

“I really can’t thank you enough Ry. You’re seriously the best person ever.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“What are friends for. Are you doing anything else today?” Ryan asked me.

“Hmm no, it’s Sunday so I’m off of work. I have an early day tomorrow so I was going to stop by the store after I got off work. Why?” I asked sipping from my cup.

“Because I’m not doing anything either and there’s a stack of Christmas movies next to my tv that, now, need to be watched before next week. And, since you said you’d do whatever I wanted, you’re stuck watching them with me.” I rolled my eyes, smiling.

“Ugh if you’re forcing me.”

We walked in to the living room, I immediately sat on the couch, pulling my legs underneath me. Ryan was picking through movies trying to find one to watch. I admired Ryan a lot. He’s very talented at everything he does. When he gets passionate about something he gives it his all. He’s taught me a lot about myself over the 6 years I’ve known him. He’s seen me through terrible break ups, he’s taken care of me through some of the worst sicknesses I’ve ever had. He’s a genuinely good guy. The girl who ends up with him better know how lucky she is.

“Y/N?” Ryan’s voice broke my train of thought.

“Huh?” He smirked.

“See something you like?” He asked making me roll my eyes.

“You wish, what do you want?”

“Elf?” He asked putting it in the DVD player. I nodded.

We settled on the couch for the rest of the night watching movies.

—————

By the end of the week, Ryan and I were packed for the next couple weeks. I had to remind Ryan not to pack all his Blackcraft shirts and give my grandma a heart attack.

“Okay so do you remember what I told you about our backstory?” I asked in the car in the way to the airport.

“Yes, Y/N. It’s the same as always we’re just a couple now. I’m a great actor I promise we can sell it. Now, what should we avoid doing to make sure it’s not awkward when we get home?” He asked me. I hadn’t thought of that.

“Kissing maybe, like cheeks are fine, forehead yes, but avoid lips. That’s too intimate.” I said. “We might be sharing a room too, so if you’d like I’ll sleep on the floor and you can have the bed.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous. We’ve shared a twin sized bed before, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Ryan assured me.

The flight to my home town felt like it was over too soon. I huffed when I saw the seatbelt light come on.

“You okay?” Ryan asked. “You’re not backing out now are you?” I shook my head.

“I just dread coming home every year. My family always has something to say about how I live my life. Not to mention how guilty my mom makes me feel about moving so far away.” I word vomited before I could stop myself. “Sorry, didn’t mean to lay that on you.” I sighed.

“Hey,” Ryan grabbed my hand. “You got me this time. I will rant and rave about you the whole time if I have to if that’s what it takes to get your family off your back.”

I smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. His eyes were wide when I pulled back.

“Just practicing.”

—————

“Y/N!!” I heard my name being called across the airport.

“Oh god, they’re all here.” I said looking up at Ryan. He chuckled and grabbed my hand his back pack on his back and duffle in the other. I had my rolling suitcase and small duffle sitting on top in my free hand.

“Oh you’re so skinny! Do you ever eat?” My mom all but yelled in my ear as she hugged me. Her, my two aunts, my sister and my cousin were gathered around Ryan and I.

“Hello to you too mom.” I said hugging her back. She pulled away and looked at Ryan.

“Hello! You must be Ryan! Y/N talks about you all the time!” She hugged him.

“Mom!” My face burned up. Ryan chuckled and hugged my mom.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said.

“Well we got a full house of people who are dying to see you!”

The drive to my childhood home was almost the same as torture. Everyone was bombarding Ryan with questions and, bless his heart, he answered them all in stride. Arriving at my moms house, Ryan and I were again attacked by more family. After the over all introductions, Ryan and I were sitting on the couch in the family room with everyone else, my legs across his lap and his thumb drawing shapes on my knee.

“So, when did you and Ryan happen?” My sister asked. All attention turned to Ryan and I.

“Uh-“ I started. “I asked Y/N out a couple months ago. We’ve been friends forever and I just decided to go for it.” Ryan took over. Everyone seemed to buy it. I smiled and nodded.

“Well you’re certainly adorable! I can’t wait for grand babies!” My mother clapped.

“Oh my god mom! That’s not even on the table!” I exclaimed. Ryan laughed beside me. He honestly has the best laugh.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, Y/n. Cmon, it’s late. Let’s get you to bed.” Ryan said to me after he had to shake me awake.

We were still in the living room, tv playing a Christmas movie and the tree was lit up. No one else was down here though. I removed my legs from where they were still on his lap and rubbed my eyes. The clock next to the tv said it was after midnight. Ryan stood up and grabbed the remote turning everything off, I followed behind his half asleep.

“Lead the way,” Ryan motioned for me to walk up the stairs first. “I’ll make sure you don’t fall down the stairs, zombie.”

My room was the last door down the hall as soon as you got to the stairs, as soon as we got outside I stopped.

“Look, I don’t really remember how I left this room when I moved to Pennsylvania, so don’t make fun of me for the rest of my life if there’s anything embarrassing I here.” I warned Ryan. He smiled sweetly at me

“Sweetheart, I’m going to make fun of you for the rest of your life no matter what.” My face fell as I turned and opened the door.

I honestly didn’t remember how I left it. As I looked around I was instantly transported to high school. I left home at 18 and haven’t been home in four years. All my band posters were still up on the wall and pictures of old friends still taped to my mirror. I was almost overwhelmed by the emotion that came over me. I turned and saw Ryan looking around as well, he seemed to be focused on something specific though.

“You were a fan before we met?” Ryan asked. I walked over to were he was at and saw a small tour poster from them Motionless in White first started out. Oh.

“Uh yeah, I saw a few shows when you guys were in town a long time ago.” I said awkwardly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He looked down at me. It was then that I realized how close we were standing. I moved to sit on my bed, taking my hair down from the bun I had it in.

“Because it’d be weird. After I met Bryce and Jaime and then became friends with you guys and the crew I didn’t want to be that weird fan that became a friend.” I shrugged. He nodded.

“Well, I’m glad I have something to tell the guys when we go back home.” I rolled my eyes and got the bed ready.

Ryan moved around the other side and looked between the bed and the floor.

“I can sleep on the floor if you’d like?” He offered.

“Don’t worry about it just get in bed and sleep. I’m exhausted.” I yawned and laid down in bed.

“Okay.”

We laid in silence for a few minutes before I rolled over and spoke.

“Thank you for helping me. I feel bad for lying to my family though.” He rolled over and faced me.

“Hey, it’ll all be fine. I promise I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.” He made me laugh.

“Well if it’s any consolation, so far you’re better than actual boyfriends I’ve had.”

“Good night.” He chuckled.

“Night.” I said rolling over to my other side.

~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. There was noise downstairs which led be to believe Ryan was probably part of that. I groaned and rubbed my eyes as I sat up and slowly got out of bed. When I got downstairs the smell of pancakes and bacon filled my nose. In the kitchen, my mom was making coffee for everyone and Ryan was making bacon while my dad was flipping pancakes. Without thinking, I walked over to Ryan at the stove.

“Morning sunshine!” Ryan said leaning down and kissing the top of my head.

“Morning,” I mumbled. “Smells good.”

“Good morning sweetheart!” My mom said cheerfully. “How’d you two sleep?” She asked.

“Uh, fine?” I said confused. She smirked at me a little. Did my mom think Ryan and I had sex in my childhood bedroom? Gross! Well, not gross because just look at him but still, no! But then again my mom doesn’t know we’re not actually together so... moving on.

“So are you guys not big on PDA?” My sister asked as I sat down next to Ryan at the table.

“What do you mean?” I asked grabbing a piece of toast from the plate.

“Well, none of us have seen you kiss, or do anything remotely couply the whole time you’ve been here.” She was starting to get suspicious.

“Um,” I looked at Ryan asking him to save me and instead of saying anything he leaned in and kissed my cheek, like half a millimeter away from my lips. That’s the first time we’ve ever kissed.

“I just didn’t want to be disrespectful in your mothers home.” Ryan came back. I smiled and tried to hide my shock from everyone around the table.

“Well that’s very sweet Ryan, but it’s the holidays and that means mistletoe!” My mom squealed before dangling the plant above Ryan and I’s heads.

I froze in my place making eye contact with the hazel eyes in front of me. The look Ryan gave me was almost asking for permission, I gave him a silent okay before I saw him lean in slowly. Holy shit this is happening. I braced myself, closing my eyes as I felt his lips brush mine. I closed the gap, feeling Ryan’s hand rest on my cheek. I don’t know how long the kiss lasted. All I know is I heard my sister clear her throat and Ryan and pulled away. I made brief eye contact with everyone at the table, my face turning bright red.

Well, that was awkward. Looking at Ryan out of the corner of my eye, I saw him blushing as well and avoiding looking at my mom. Thank god my dad wasn’t here right now.

“Well, you two certainly like each other.” My mom smirked taking a bite of her breakfast.

“Excuse me.” I saw pushing away from the table and leaving the dining room. I ran back up the stairs to my room and decided to get dressed.

“Y/n are you-.” I was only in jeans and a bra when Ryan opened the door. I jumped and grabbed my sweater, quickly putting it on. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to- I didn’t.” Ryan stuttered.

“It’s fine. What’s up?” I asked slightly irritated that he followed me.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. That kiss wasn’t too much was it?” He asked, concerned.

It wasn’t enough.

“Um, no not too much. They bought it.” I forced a chuckle.

“Yeah they definitely bought it.” He scratched the back of his head.

God, I wanna do it again.

“Ya know, we should maybe practice for next time. Maybe it won’t seem so awkward.” He suggested. I froze.

What?

“What?”

“Yeah, why not? Ya know.” Silence.

“Uh, practicing might help.” I said, playing with the hem of my sweater.

Ryan smiled and walked closer to me; making me look up at him because of the height difference. His hands found home on my waist as they squeezed my hips pulling me against his body. My eyes were closed before I even felt his lips on mine, but as soon as we connected, it was like we needed each other’s lips to survive. His tongue glided along my lower lip until I granted him entrance, he dominated the kiss quite easily. My hand found themselves threading into his longer that usual hair and tugging slightly. He walked me backwards until my knees hit the bed and slowly lowered me onto my back. Was I going to let him take it this far? I might honestly. Just as I was about to wrap my legs around his waist and pull his hips flush to mine, a knock at my door startled us.

“Y/n, Ryan, we’re heading out to the square to watch the Christmas parade. Mom wants you to join!” My sister yelled.

I looked at Ryan, biting my lip. “Okay! We’ll be there in a second.” I yelled back.

“Damn it.” Ryan huffed, resting his head on my shoulder. I pat the top of his telling him to get up.

I walked over to my mirror to readjust my self before turning to Ryan.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded, following him downstairs.

God, I’m so screwed.

[sitkowski]

it's madness by design (justin morrow x ofc x ryan sitkowski for circle-with-me)

prompt request for the beloved @circle-with-me who chose violence with this one. comes from the threesome smut prompts, #1 "i see how you look at my girlfriend" and #6 "you think you could handle us at the same time?"

cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ threesomes, mentions of voyeurism, mentions of safewords, rough sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), orgasm delay, anal fingering (f receiving), unprotected double penetration, overstimulation, choking, spitting, aftercare.

title comes from "tailspin" by cipher sight. divider by @saradika-graphics

word count: 3.8k

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Beck arrives on a Thursday, one week before the tour is due to end, to finish out the shows with them. Justin might be a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but it doesn’t take him that long to catch on to what he sees around him. He wonders if anyone else notices, how Ryan’s eyes drift over Beck, the change in body language when they’re in the room together. Justin doesn’t think anything is going on between them, but the tension is noticeable and for some reason it doesn’t bother him. It makes him curious. Ryan’s always been objectively pretty to him, and he’d be lying to himself if he says he hasn’t thought about the idea once or twice. Ryan, Beck, the three of them.

Justin knows that he could just outright ask, but it could also just be in his head. So he decides to test a theory, while they’ve got a travel day to the next city. Everyone’s doing their own thing, the length of the tour just about wearing them all thin. When he asks Ryan if he wants to watch a movie in the back lounge with him and Beck, he sees that split second of hesitation before he agrees. If Beck senses that Justin might have ulterior motives, she doesn’t say anything about it.

She does sit next to Justin and then pat the cushion beside her for Ryan, who lingers in the doorway. “You can sit down, Ry. I don’t bite.”

“Unless you ask her to.” Justin says, almost automatically and only half joking.

Beck rolls her eyes and digs her elbow into his chest as Ryan comes and sits with them, leaving a healthy amount of space between them. Which is both adorable and unneeded, given how much this band tends to cuddle with each other on a regular basis. He looks almost panicked when Beck reaches around him to grab a blanket, tossing it over the three of them.

He lets Ryan pick the movie, and waits until everyone settles before he drapes his arm around Beck’s shoulders. His fingertips trace beneath the collar of her shirt, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ryan looking. Justin’s hand doesn’t move, as tempting as it is to see how far he could take this before one of them did something. Beside him, Beck turns a little, leaning into his chest while stretching one of her legs out across Ryan’s knee. Justin just barely contains the amused noise at the look on his face, as if he’s never seen a leg before in his life.

Eventually, Beck gets up to go to the bathroom. Ryan takes a grateful pull from his vape and Justin chooses that moment to say something.

“I see the way you look at my girlfriend.”

Predictably, Ryan chokes on the exhale. Justin doesn’t laugh, as much as he wants to. He knows it was a dick move. But, he’s kind of a dick. He reaches over and whacks Ryan on the back until he can breathe normally again.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Ryan mutters. “And of course I’m looking at your girlfriend, you’ve seen her, right?”

He’s sure that Beck would like the compliment, but he’s only got a few more minutes before she gets back. “So, you wanna do something about that?”

“Oh my god, you are the fucking worst. You are not sitting here trying to set me up with your girlfriend right now.”

“No, I’m trying to invite you along to a threesome, dumbass.”

Ryan just stares at him, takes another hit off his vape, eyes narrowing. He’s obviously waiting for Justin to laugh or get up and leave, for him to do anything but to continue to stare at him impassively.

“I’m not blind, Ry. Also not deaf, by the way because I hear you in your bunk below mine when she’s in there with me. So, I’m extending the offer, if you want it. We have a hotel night tomorrow night.”

Before Ryan can answer him, the door is sliding open and Beck’s coming back in. She looks back and forth between the two of them, picking up on the fact that she’s missed something. “Everything okay?”

“Yep, c’mere.” Justin tugs on her wrist, pulling her down onto her lap and blowing a raspberry on her neck. Maybe it’s a little for Ryan’s benefit, especially when she tosses her head back and laughs, batting his hands away when they wander beneath the hem of her shirt. “We were just making plans for tomorrow night.”

“Oh yeah? What’s on the menu?”

“You, hopefully.”

“Fuck,” Ryan chokes again and this time Justin does laugh at him. “You dick.”

Beck doesn’t say anything at first, but she also doesn’t storm out of the room. He can tell she’s thinking about it. All she has to do is say no and they’ll pick out another movie, forget about the whole thing. Justin will let Ryan continue to jerk off in his bunk alone thinking about the two of them above him at night.

“You’re rooming with Rick tomorrow, right?” is what she says to Ryan, who just stares back at her and nods. Beck holds out her hand, wiggling her fingers so he’ll pass her his vape pen. He hands it to her, and she takes a hit, wrinkling her nose at whatever flavor it must be. “Okay, so just come over.”

Justin isn’t really surprised by her answer, but Ryan seems to be, judging by the look on his face. “Just like that? You’re okay with—”

“Why do you act like this is the first time we’ve done this with someone? God Ry, what is in this thing?” she asks, passing the pen back to him.

“Blueberry lemon…wait you guys have had a threesome before?”

Rolling her eyes, Beck slides out of Justin’s lap and moves over to Ryan. She leans in and kisses him and yeah, that’s exactly the visual that Justin thought it would be. It takes Ryan a few seconds to react, but then he’s kissing her back. His hand slides up the back of her neck, fisting in her hair and giving it a little pull.

“Hey Ryan, can I have your last pack of Pop Tarts?” Vinny yells from the hall.

From where Justin’s sitting watching, he can see when Ryan pulls back, dragging his thumb across Beck’s bottom lip before he goes to deal with whatever snacks Vinny’s trying to steal. He stops in the doorway, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“Tomorrow night then.”

Beck heads back to the hotel while the band is wrapping up at the venue. She showers, and just puts on one of Justin’s old Bills shirts instead of trying to make any kind of impression. It’s just Ryan, one of their best friends, who Justin intends to share her with. He didn’t have to convince her, not at this point in their relationship when nothing surprises her anymore and she knows that doing this with Ryan will be fun.

She skips her night time routine because she has a feeling she’s going to need another shower before the night is over. Before she knows it, the door is emitting the electronic beep for the key card being used, and Justin’s coming into the room, Ryan not far behind. They both obviously showered at the venue, but she can still see remnants of paint hiding parts of Justin’s tattoos on his arms, and bits of it along the sides of Ryan’s neck. Justin’s the one who throws himself down on the bed, leaning up to give her a kiss while Ryan leans against the table in the corner of the room, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“I don’t know how this works, exactly,” he admits. “I’ve hooked up with two girls before, but never a girl and another guy. Someone’s gotta have a plan.”

Beck looks at Justin, “This was your bright idea, and while I’m all for it, he’s right. What’s the plan?”

Justin looks from her, to Ryan, and back again. “You think you can handle us at the same time?”

The visual the suggestion provokes leaves her mouth dry, and she can only nod.

“Do you guys have any rules I should know about?” Ryan asks.

It’s a fair question, at least. And Beck doesn’t think anyone they’ve invited into their bed before has been considerate enough to ask.

“You can’t spread this shit around the tour.” Beck says, even though she doubts he will. But when they both wince, she rolls her eyes. “Christ, do I even want to know?”

“Vin overheard us on the bus and he told Chris.” Justin says.

“Chris asked if he could come watch.” Ryan adds.

She can’t even be surprised by that, and gives in to the fact that everyone and the crew will probably know about this by morning. It’s not as if she’s ashamed of it or anything. Justin doesn’t let her dwell on the thought long enough.

“You got the medical clearance before the tour just like I did, so we can forgo condoms, but you can’t come inside of her.”

He says it so casually that Beck just stares at him for a minute, before she nods. Ryan nods too, agreeing.

“You guys got a safeword?”

Her eyebrows raise, and Justin smirks. “What do you think we get up to that requires a safeword?”

“I know you’re just fucking with me. I know you're into some freaky shit, your boyfriend’s got a big mouth.”

“Yeah but not on tour, it’s too complicated to try and plan shit out like that. We keep it pretty vanilla when she comes out on the road.”

“Are we gonna need a safeword?” Beck asks finally. “If so, I mean, the traffic system is always a solid choice.”

“Less for an actual something, more for in case things get overwhelming.” Ryan says and it’s explanation enough for both Justin and Beck.

Ryan crooks a finger at her. He doesn’t move away from the table, he expects her to get up and come to him. After a few seconds, she finally moves, getting up and walking over. It had taken her a while to get used to the height difference between her and Justin, so it’s almost a surprise when she’s standing in front of Ryan and actually staring at his face, not his chest. The kiss on the bus was nothing compared to when he kisses her now, tentative for a few seconds before growing into something heated and punishing that she has to try to keep up with. She doesn’t know when the switch was flipped, but she likes it. It doesn’t take her long to catch up; he pushes and she pulls, his tongue slides along hers and she meets it with her own. When his teeth bite into her lip, her back arches, a shiver crawling up her spine.

She feels Justin’s presence behind her and he presses himself into her back, effectively pinning her between himself and Ryan. He reaches down, catching the hem of the shirt she’s wearing and pulling it up over her head, leaving her bare. The cooler air in the room makes goosebumps break out all over her already overheated skin. One of Ryan’s hands wraps around her throat, just enough for her to feel the sensation of his rings pressing into her skin, and her eyes flutter closed.

“I might have told him a few things,” Justin confesses in her ear. “Why don’t you help him feel more comfortable?”

He steps back enough to give her room, and Beck sinks down to her knees. When she looks up at Ryan, he doesn’t look as unsure as he did in the back lounge the other night, not until she hooks her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and pulls them down.

“I know I’m not as big as—”

“Finish that thought,” Beck cuts off whatever self-deprecating comment he was going to make, wrapping her fingers around him. “I dare you.”

She leans in to drag her tongue up the underside of his cock, teasing over the head before pulling him halfway into her mouth. Above her, Justin leans against Ryan’s side so that they’re both watching her. Her head bobs a few times, and she lets her teeth scrape him, just a little.

“Is she always like this?” Ryan asks, voice hitching.

“Sometimes she’s mean.” Justin laughs.

Beck pulls off and bites Ryan’s thigh as if to prove a point. Before she can do anything else, Justin’s hand slides into her hair at the nape of her neck, preventing her from taking Ryan back into her mouth. She doesn’t need to tell Ryan that Justin can be a little mean too. She watches avidly as Justin leans in and whispers something in Ryan’s ear, trying not to squirm and ignoring the way that the hotel room carpet is digging into her knees. The look on Ryan’s face turns sly, and then they’re both looking at her.

“Oh yeah?” Ryan says to whatever Justin’s told him. Justin pulls a little and Beck gets up. Ryan grabs onto her jaw, and she can’t even feel embarrassed about the rush of wetness between her thighs. “Open up.”

She wasn’t sure if she was going to murder Justin for this idea or buy him a puppy, but her mouth falls open at the request. Ryan leans in, and he doesn’t kiss her, he spits in her mouth. Before she can even close her mouth, Justin is there, his tongue sliding along hers and she moans helplessly, grabbing onto both of their shirts.

“Both of you need to be wearing less, right now.”

Pulling out of their grasp, Beck moves back and sits on the bed, moving until she’s up against the headboard, waiting patiently. It doesn’t take them long to get out of their clothes. Ryan’s still got his fang necklace on and Justin hooks his finger beneath it, in between the teeth, pulling him in close. Beck’s seen him kiss Ryan’s muzzle on stage, a goofy little thing for the fans, but it’s something else entirely to watch them kiss for real now; the way they push and pull at each other. She’s pretty sure Justin gives in first, letting Ryan fist a hand in his hair and keep him in place while he licks into his mouth. Justin mumbles something to him that Beck doesn’t hear, and then they’re separating.

Ryan climbs onto the bed with her, while Justin turns towards where their bags are piled. Beck thinks that Ryan is going to come kiss her again, but he grabs her ankle and yanks, dragging her down the bed. The sudden move draws a surprised squeak from her, and she’s dimly aware of Justin’s laugh as Ryan’s shouldering himself between her thighs. She’s got no choice but to let him pull her legs over his shoulders, and she drags one of her feet up his back as he drags his mouth along her inner thigh. Beck gasps and squirms when he nuzzles against her skin, sinking his teeth into the exact same spot she did him. She starts to grab onto him, but then Justin is there, distracting her with his mouth.

He sucks marks into her shoulder, the curve of her breast. He digs his fingers into the swell of her hips, slides them down, spreads her open for Ryan’s tongue. Beck tries for a second time to touch him, but Justin gathers both of her wrists in one hand, holding them over her head effortlessly. She tries to use her legs to get Ryan closer, rocking her hips up, but he wraps both of his arms tightly around her thighs, pinning her down to the bed.

“Always so fucking bossy,” she mutters and Justin just smirks at her, keeping his eyes on her face.

 He doesn’t do anything else. He just watches her, sees the way she reacts, how she’s fighting to keep her eyes from rolling back when Ryan finally slides two fingers inside of her, moving them fast enough that she can hear his bracelets rattling, feel the edges of his rings and the rough calluses on his fingers. Beck likes that he’s not trying to be gentle with her, he’s not afraid to use a little teeth. When Justin’s fingers edge in alongside Ryan’s, Beck sobs, tossing her head back into the pillows. She’s already so close, she can feel it. But apparently they’ve been having a secret conversation without her, because they both stop. She looks down in shock, sees Ryan pulling Justin’s fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.

“If I’m so bossy, you can wait a little while longer,” Justin murmurs against her temple. He passes Ryan the bottle of lube he’d brought to the bed with him. “Here. Be fucking nice.”

Beck wants to laugh at his audacity, but instead she just turns her head more so she can kiss him. She looks for a distraction, and Justin senses that. He lets go of her wrists, curling one of those big hands of his around her hip, pulling until she’s on her side pressed up against him. Ryan moves in behind her, easing her thigh up over Justin’s leg.  

 She jolts a little at the first feel of Ryan pressing two fingers into her ass, nudging them apart and twisting them slowly. He presses a kiss to her shoulder, gives her a minute to adjust to the feel. Justin reaches down between them, guiding his cock inside of her and she tears her mouth away from his, trying to remember how to breathe because she can feel them both inside of her. A high pitched whine crawls from her throat when she realizes that Justin isn’t going to move, he just sinks as far into her as he can and stays there, waiting while Ryan stretches her open.

“I’m ready, I promise, Ry, c’mon,” she pleads quietly. Justin kisses her again, soft and teasing and she moves restlessly, clenching down on his cock, trying to get someone to do something. “Please…”

“You sure?” Ryan asks, twisting his fingers a little more.

This time it’s Justin who curses, “If she’s not sure, I am. You’re practically giving me a handjob from inside of her. Let’s go already.”

Beck laughs, she can’t help it. But it doesn’t last long, when she feels the pressure of Ryan pushing inside her, the overwhelming fullness that robs her of the ability to think, much less speak. He doesn’t stop moving, not until he’s fully in. If she thought that what she felt before was something, it is beyond anything she’s ever had before. Dimly, she’s aware of Justin’s hand on her face, tipping her head back by her chin. Something must show in her eyes, because he frowns a little.

“Hey, what’s your color?” he asks.

“Green as your fucking hair,” she giggles, a little delirious about how she’s feeling right now. It doesn’t hurt, it’s just a lot. “Someone needs to move right now.”

Ryan is the one who takes Beck at her word, pulling almost all the way back out and thrusting back in. Both she and Justin moan at the feeling, and the next time, Justin follows and rocks into her when Ryan pulls back. It doesn’t take them long to find the right rhythm, or to stop being careful with her. Ryan’s hand comes back up to grasp the underside of her jaw and Justin’s big enough to be able to duck down and get his mouth around one of her nipples easily. She can’t move between them, can’t do anything but take what they’re giving her. And she loves it.

 “You gonna come for us?” Ryan asks in her ear. He’s not choking her exactly, she can still pull in air. But then his fingers tighten, just a little. “C’mon Beck, you were so close earlier, it can’t be that far off.”

She doesn’t have a chance to give him a verbal answer, Justin’s mouth sliding over hers again. She reaches back, digging her nails into Ryan’s thigh, trying to get him closer even though it’s impossible. Her other hand fists in Justin’s hair, keeping him where he is. They move her back and forth between them, and she feels Justin’s hand slapping down over hers, simultaneously tangling his fingers with hers and grabbing onto Ryan for more leverage. 

Beck can’t articulate it when she finally comes, too caught up in the overwhelming sensations. She’s aware of Justin saying something to Ryan that sounds suspiciously like “get out of her” and then Ryan’s pulling out and she feels him spilling against her ass. He moves out of the way, just barely, as Justin rolls Beck over onto her back without even pulling out of her, hips snapping into hers hard enough to move her up the bed a few inches. She shoves her hands above her against the headboard, feeling the tension in her arms.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Ryan moving off the bed. He sits in one of the chairs, grabs his vape and takes a hit, watching the two of them. Justin grabs onto Beck’s jaw, pulling her attention back to him. He gets a little rougher, showing off, and she can’t help but smirk and turn her head a little, pulling his fingers into her mouth.

“You gonna come on my cock?” he asks, his voice a low growl. She knows Ryan still hears him anyway. “Let me come inside you?”

Beck nods, high pitched noises muffled by his fingers, and he reaches down, pulling her leg higher as he all but slams into her. She doesn’t have time to wonder what this might look like to Ryan, who’s still watching them through a cloud of smoke. Justin yanks her hips in tight, going still as he spills inside of her, and it’s enough to push her over the edge a second time. Finally, she spits out his fingers, pressing her lips to his forehead as he puts almost all of his weight on her, knowing she likes it.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Justin asks, and Beck’s brow furrows in confusion before she realizes he’s talking to Ryan. She glances over to see him grabbing his shorts to put back on. “You can’t leave.”

“I’m sure you guys are done with me by now and wanna clean up—”

“Get your ass back in this bed, Ry.” Beck says. Her voice hitches when Justin pulls out of her, only for him to spoon up behind her and wrap her in his arms, the mess between them ignored for now. “You’re staying the night.”

“But—”

“It’s another rule,” Justin informs him. “And you’re buying the coffee in the morning.”

Ryan stares at the two of them for a moment, before putting down his clothes and making his way back to the bed.

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