#ryan sitkowski fluff

[beaker1636]

Single Lyrics Pt. 2 - Ryan Sitkowski Slow Burn

AN: I know this isn't the most exciting part but I promise that it will pick up in a couple more parts. I have a lot of things planned that I am excited about but we have to make it there first and that means sharing background and working some things out first. I can't wait for the drama to begin soon!

Thank you to @tearfallpixie and @darkhallcorner for letting me bounce a few ideas off of you!

“Thank you for coming over, I know none of the guys would complain about Violet being here for the meeting but I know nobody will focus if she was and we really need to finalize the setlist for this tour,” Ryan greets you as you walk into his living room.

“I swear you forget that this is literally my job, you are paying me to come watch her when you need it,” you respond, rolling your eyes as you greet the little girl who is currently playing on the floor of the living room.

“Yeah in another week, technically you aren’t my employee until the tour starts next week.  Anyways, the guys should be here soon.  I hope you don’t mind keeping her in the play room for an hour or two while we finish hashing this out,” he responds, following you in and smiling to himself when he sees how well you are doing with the little girl.

Violet smiles at you, moving to greet you with a hug as you lean down to pick her up, giving her a tight hug in the process.

“Hello pretty girl, should we go play while Ry does some work?” You ask her, starting the walk towards her playroom with her in your arms, wanting her cuddles after your rough day at work.  You honestly can’t wait until you officially start the nanny job next week, you love daycare but having one child over 16 at a time will be so nice.

You set her down on the floor, letting her go and pick what toys that she wants before you sit down with her, helping her wrap her baby up in the blanket she brought you so you could do just that. You help her and watch as she tries to rock her baby, loving how she plays with the little doll while you help.

A while later she gives up on her doll and grabs your hand, pulling you over to a bubble machine she has in there so that you can pull it down and do bubbles with her.  Both of you giggle as you pop them and play together, losing track of time.

You continue to play, enjoying the time you got just playing with and getting to bond with this little girl when you noticed that she needed her diaper changed, helping her walk with you to her room so that you could go change her, hearing the voices of everyone in the other room.

You lift her on the changing table and quickly change her in her room, before helping her back down so that you could return to the playroom when she suddenly takes off on you.

“Ry, Ry,” she mumbles as she runs towards the living room, you are guessing that she heard his voice out there and wanted to see him.  

She makes it in the room before you, rushing to Ryan with a big smile on her face, excited that she found him, you quickly follow after.

“I’m so sorry she took off running as soon as she heard your voice, I didn’t mean for her to interrupt your meeting,” you say softly, moving to take her from Ryan, embarrassed with what had just happened.

“That’s alright, we finished with business and are just talking.  Y/N, you know Rick and Chris, and then that is Vinny and Justin, our new bassist and drummer.  Guys, this is y/n, she is the nanny I hired for Violet for our tour,” Ryan says, lifting the little girl onto his lap with a smile while you glance around the room awkwardly.

Ricky meets your eye with his eyebrow raised, making you blush and glance away, uncomfortable with his gaze on yours at the moment.  You and him were never particularly best friends when you were with Ryan years ago, but you two didn’t hate each other either.  Honestly the only ones you didn’t get along with was Angelo and TJ but they have been gone for quite awhile.  Rick and Chris were always friendly to you, but when Ryan broke up with you they stopped talking to you, which was honestly just as hurtful as losing Ryan, you lost two of your close friends at the same time.

“I almost didn’t recognize you y/n, it has only been what, like 10 years,” Rick teases. “How have you been?”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Ehh, surviving.  I got my degree to teach English, realized I hated it and now work with littles.  Love it a lot more, but that is about it.  Nothing has really changed for me, not like it did for you all,” you say softly, feeling weird with everyone looking at you. “I’m glad you guys made it big, I know all the work that you have done through the years. I never really stopped following how the band has done despite everything… Ryan, seriously, do you want me to take her back to the play room? I didn’t expect her to take off running out here and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for her to interrupt.” 

You are looking for an out, Ryan can tell that you are uncomfortable and looking for an excuse to walk out of the room, to get away from this situation. He may not have seen you in years, and feels like you are a total stranger but he can still recognize how uneasy you seem to feel. You were never good about hiding how you are feeling about things from him, and he can still read you like a book.

“No, it’s fine.  We were done with the setlist and just talking.  I told you it would only be a couple hours.  If you want to leave you are welcome to, I know you worked a full shift already today before this,” he says with a smile, his eyes meeting yours as he tries to relax you.

“Thank you, if you need me again before we meet next week for the tour please let me know, it was nice meeting you Vinny and Justin, and nice seeing you again Rick and Chris.  I’ll see you all next week,” you say before rushing out the front door to your car, collapsing into your seat with a sigh before you leave to go home.  Ready to update Miranda on what had happened and how odd you felt seeing the other guys again. 

“Okay, spill.  Isn’t it weird to have your ex-girlfriend as your nanny?” Chris asked Ryan, turning to look at him where he sat. “How the hell did this happen? None of the other nannies work out?”

“Um, I just didn’t find anyone I can trust and I remembered my sister mentioning that she was a daycare teacher so I asked her.  I was desperate, wanted someone I could trust and knew would be great for Violet.  Despite how awkward it might be she has done great the few times she has already watched Vi and I can tell they are close already.  I also knew that she wouldn’t leak anything I don’t want out there and that because she knows me that she wouldn’t be a weird fangirl or anything while watching my little girl,” Ryan answers, bouncing Violet on his knee with a smile before she hopped off to grab a stray toy that is in her living room.

“And the two of you can get past everything for Violet? Not let it affect anything? I mean you were kind of a dick to her, shit sorry. I’m getting used to watching my mouth still,” Rick says, laughing slightly while the other guitarist glares at him for the language he just used around his little girl.

“She promised me that she wouldn’t let it negatively impact Vi, that we would both stay professional.  I told her I wanted us to at least be on friendly terms but she said she doesn’t think she can be my friend. I can respect that, and understand why not because of what I did to her years ago. We are making it work, there have been weird moments when we talked but I am hopeful that by the end of the tour things will be better with us. I also apologized for screwing  up and handling things the way that I did when we were young and stupid,” Ryan admits with a sigh, watching as Violet climbed her way onto Chris’ lap.  She has really taken a liking to him, which nobody expected honestly.

“Wait, wait… you said she’s your ex-girlfriend? That is a little weird, even if you both said you can keep it decent.  And what do you mean screwing up, what did you do to her?” Justin asks, now curious about what exactly is going on.

“When we left for our first tour, like not when we played random shows but tour, he ghosted her.  Just stopped talking to her and when her friend finally got upset and asked about it he told her that he could get anyone he wanted that would be better.  Nobody heard from her or her friend ever again after that, minus her friend telling him that she hopes he knew that he really hurt her.” Chris answers, knowing Ryan probably wouldn’t answer.

“That’s fucked up dude,” Vinny says, glancing at everyone across the room, feeling slightly out of place in this conversation.

“I didn’t want to hurt her, I knew that being on the road and everything was going to hurt her in the long run so it was easier to make her hate me so that she didn’t try to fight me rather than try to tell her I was done.  She deserved more than I could give her, I was young and stupid and wish now I handled things better but I can’t take that back,” Ryan responds with a sigh.  “Anyways, I’m kicking all of you out so I can start getting this one ready for bed.  I will see you all next week when we leave.”

They all say their goodbyes before stepping out of Ryan’s house, making their way home now that everything has been settled for tour and they are ready to kick it off. 

Ryan gets his little girl changed and in bed before sitting in the quiet living room, feeling oddly guilty about how uncomfortable you clearly felt around the guys.  He knows it isn’t fully his fault, they didn’t need to ignore you once the two of you broke up but he still feels like it is his fault that your old friends stopped talking to you.  He could tell you felt uncomfortable and knew that would only make things weird on the tour and it is all his fault, hopefully it doesn’t last long.  He won’t make you hold up your end of the deal if things don’t go well, he wants what is best for his little girl but not if it is going to make you miserable.

He pulls his phone out, thanking you again for watching her last minute before letting out a sigh and going to take a shower before bed, you weighing heavily on his mind.

[celestineveil]

Needy Theater

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Author's Note: Hello, Hello! It's me again! This oneshot is Ricky Olson x Original Character

Content Warning: This oneshot contains smut.

Oneshot Summary: This is a Ricky Olson x Original Character ( Ariadne ), and they are at the movies when Ricky got out of hand

Word Count: 590

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Throughout the duration of the play, a sense of anticipation hung in the air around Ariadne. The theater was dark, but the sensation of Ricky's hand gradually inching up her thigh was unmistakable. She attempted to divert her attention to the stage, yet Silas seemed to possess an intuitive knowledge of how to arouse her. Soon enough, his fingers found their way into the confines of her jeans, teasing her through the fabric of her panties. A sharp intake of breath betrayed Ariadne's attempt to maintain composure, prompting her to glance at him.

"What?" Ricky murmured, his expression feigning innocence as he met her gaze. With narrowed eyes, she gently removed his hand from her pants, guiding it to rest on his own lap. Hastily, she fastened her zipper, endeavoring to focus on the unfolding drama.

Undeterred, Ricky draped an arm around Ariadne's shoulders, slipping her hand beneath the neckline of her blouse to toy with her nipple. Suppressing a whimper, she bit down on her cheek, struggling to keep her attention fixed on the performance. Ricky's caresses persisted, his lips tracing a path along her neck. Overwhelmed by sensation, Ariadne could endure no more. She rose abruptly, seizing Ricky's arm and leading him out into the parking lot, where their unlocked car awaited.

Seated inside, Ariadne turned to face Ricky. "If you desire anything tonight, you'll drive us home immediately," she instructed, her tone firm. Ricky smirked in response, igniting the engine and propelling them toward their shared apartment.

Upon arrival, Ricky hastened indoors, with Ariadne following closely behind. Keys were discarded, and before Ariadne could react, Ricky had her pinned against the door, his hands restraining her. Locking eyes with her, he issued a command.

"You're mine, understood? Not a sound unless I permit it," he growled. Ariadne nodded, the anticipation building within her. Rick hoisted her over his shoulder, carrying her to their bedroom where he undressed with careless abandon.

As Ricky stripped Ariadne of her clothing, his gaze lingered appreciatively on her form. Positioning her over the edge of the bed, he administered a gentle caress to her ass before plunging two fingers inside her. Ariadne gasped, hoping her pleasure wouldn't betray her. But Rcky was attuned to her every reaction.

A resounding smack against her skin accompanied his reprimand. "What did I say about making noise?" he demanded, his voice commanding compliance. Ariadne remained silent, feeling his hardness against her.

"Good girl. Now, tell me what you want," Silas murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

"Please, I want you," Ariadne pleaded eagerly. Without hesitation, Ricky entered her forcefully, eliciting a cry of ecstasy mixed with pain. He silenced her with another slap to her rear.

"Not a word," he growled, setting a punishing rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Ariadne's body. Despite her struggle to contain her moans, Ricky's words fueled her desire, bringing her ever closer to climax.

As their passion peaked, Silas whispered huskily in Ariadne's ear, expressing his desire to assert their connection. Unable to contain herself any longer, Ariadne moaned loudly, her release imminent. Ricky's thrusts grew more frenzied until he reached his own climax, collapsing beside her in a satisfied heap.

Breathless and spent, Ariadne snuggled into Silas's embrace, feeling utterly content. "That was incredible, Ricky," she murmured, a smile playing at her lips.

"Yeah, it was," he chuckled, pulling her closer. "But I think you'll be sore tomorrow," he added, his laughter echoing in the intimacy of their shared moment. As they drifted off to sleep, Ariadne couldn't help but feel grateful to be exactly where she belonged.

[foliosriot]

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE MASTERLIST

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[⚠︎𖦹] best friend — ricky olson

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[vanishxcanvas]

Masterlist

Here's an updated version of this, enjoy. These are also available on wattpad & AO3, same handle as here.

Headcanons

The Guys In Groupchats (Bad Omens)

How The Guys Would React (Bad Omens) - Possible Series

How You Met Them (Motionless In White)

Series

No More Lies - Noah Sebastian x Reader

Enigmatic - Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Bad Omens

No Fucks Given - Fluff

Video Games - Fluff

Noah Sebastian

Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson

Nicholas Ruffilo

Nick Folio

Motionless In White

Unhinged - Fluff

Chris Motionless

Justin Morrow

Ryan Sitkowski

Ricky Olson

Vinny Mauro

Jesse Cash

Honest - Fluff

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion

Accidents Happen - Fluff, light angst

Gale

Tell Me - Work In Progress

Zevlor

Just You - Work In Progress

Other Stories

The Punishment - Angst

"Lucky Charms Grow" - Angst

[daddyhausen]

If it's okay i wanted to request a platonic hc of being the only female member in MIW and her relationships with band and what that would be like please?

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

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 —platonic headcannons w/ miw

「 WARNINGS 」 — none

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 205

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x motionless in white

「 GENRE 」 — platonic/fluff

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being the only woman in the band felt strange

you acted more as a mother to them rather than a bandmate with the exception of chris

your role was minimal yet important

you provided the synths and keyboards leaving you mostly secluded at the back of the stage behind ricky and beside vinny

in turn it made you feel unimportant

you were simply there

ricky and vinny acted like your younger brothers, vinny especially

the two of you have the most in common

being the youngest members is one of those reasons

ricky was more silent, you allow yourself to have more philosophical conversations with him, about books, the universe, human nature etc

justin and ryan are more of the stereotypical older brother archetype

they pick on you playfully, ryan more so but is more endearing than malicious

chris is the one you go to when you’re feeling upset or stressed

he’s the one that always provides you reassurance

especially when having to deal with antics and threats from fans who see you as competition rather than apart of the band

chris is the most mature one, he’s super protective of you when it comes to the fans, as are the rest of the boys

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[alilpunkrock]

Too soon?

Ryan Sitkowski x reader

“Can I request a Ryan imagine where he likes this girl but she’s dating someone but when they break up, he confesses his feelings for her?”

Requested by: @ryansitkowskiswifey

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When news broke that you and your boyfriend broke up the boys were in a frenzy. Everyone was walking on eggshells around you because even though you pretended you weren’t upset, your heart was broken. Ryan was your shoulder for the next month after the breakup. He’d buy you food and make the guys leave you alone when you didn’t want it be bothered. You were thankful for Ryan.

Ryan on the other hand was honestly trying to get you over this guy ASAP so he could make his move. He’s not pushing or rushing anything, he’s always going to be your friend and if you turn him down when he finally makes his move he’ll be okay with being it’s friends. He’d prefer not to stay that way, but only time will tell.

You asked him to come over one day when you were feeling extra down. You had genuine feelings for your ex, and you really thought he’d be “the one”, so when he walked out, it hit you hard. Ryan was the only one you’d let see you this way. In your pjs, mascara streaks down your face, and hair in the messiest bun possible.

And he just held you as you cried on and off.

He turned in Rick and Morty a while later because he knew you’d enjoy some stupid entertainment for a few hours.

“Why did he do this to me?” Your quiet voice reached Ryan’s ears. He paused the show and moved so he was looking directly at you.

The tears returned to your eyes and you sniffed. All he could do was sigh.

“All I know, sweetheart, is that he’s the stupid guy in the world for walking out.”

“I just want to know what I did, I thought things were going so well.” Your tears fell freely now.

“Hey, hey,” he wiped away your tears. “None of this was your fault. He’s immature, and I’m sure you intimidated him. Some guys don’t like that.”

“Do you?” Ryan was taken aback by your question.

“Uh, I... admire your strong personality. It’s one of my favorite things about you.” He answered carefully, looking away from you when he can feel his cheeks heating up.

“Hey Ry?” He turned back to you again.

You took him by surprise when you put both your hands on his cheeks and leaned forward to kiss him.

His eyes were wide when you pulled away, biting his lip after.

“Thank you for being here for me. I wouldn’t want anyone else.” You snuggled into his side again, hearing him clear his throat.

“So, is it too soon to ask you on a date?” You giggled and shook your head.

“I’d love to.”

The end.

Tag: @chriscrosscerulli @myanaconda-will-consider1t @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @musicsexandpizza69 @whyisgmora @svintsandghosts @doomed-syko

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

STRAWBERRIES AND WHITE SUNDRESSES | RS

Ryan Sitkowski | 839 Words

Fluff

Ryan Sitkowski lived out in the valley with his housemates Ricky and Angelo. It was a peaceful place, they all loved it. Ricky would read avidly or go into the city often for his job, and Angelo would go visit his family out in a small town nearby. So both of them were gone relatively a lot, leaving Ryan alone to himself. Ryan didn’t mind it so much, he found many things to keep himself busy. He made himself a garden, got a few dogs to keep him company while his friends were out. Each day, three times a day, he’d take his three dogs on a walk through the valley. No one really lived out here besides the occasional farmer, so he never expected to find anyone but the strawberries that are grown out in the fields. 

But that was until he found you. Each day you would go out into the fields, picking the red strawberries from the vine in your flowing white sundress, wicker basket in hand. You were cute from what he could see. You were far away after all...

He loved to watch you out in the fields with dogs of your own, two large Australian shepherds, prancing around the field. They would run after each other, eventually nudging you to go back home. 

Sometimes you’d let your dogs run home and you’d sit on the steep hill, reading a book for hours until you finished it. Ryan would watch you walk up the hill, eventually following you up to see where it goes. On top just before the thick green forest starts, there’s a quaint little cottage there, with wood trim on the outside, and a little chimney on top that little puffs of smoke would occasionally come out of. It almost looked like a bunny borrow and it was cute. Just your style from what he could tell. 

There was a cobbled path that led up to the rounded wooden front door and pretty flowers of all colors arranged nicely in the large front yard. A flat wooden swing hung from two tree branches on the right side of the house. It felt home-y to him, even from the outside.

One day around dinner time, he saw you sitting on the top of the hill, on a red and white checkered blanket. He could only assume you were having a picnic with yourself. He could tell you weren’t the type for inviting people over. He could tell by the lack of driveway, and the choice of living. So he self invited himself, running out the door with his three collies chasing after him. They beat him up the hill, immediately running over to you and surrounding you in a swarm of fur. You giggled and pet them all softly, setting down your book to give them your full attention. They were smiling and rubbing their noses against your hand.

Then Ryan came over the hill. He had a white button up on with a brown vest, matching his brown pants and boots. He had a bright smile on when he saw you loving on his dogs. You stopped to look at him. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen...

He steps over his dogs and sits next to you on the checkered blanket. “I’ve seen you in the fields picking strawberries, I have to assume they’re good if you come back so often.” He chuckles and extends his large hand to you, “I’m Ryan, It’s a pleasure to finally meet the beautiful lady in the white dress.” He winks as you take his hand,  blushing slightly.

“Y/N, and the pleasure is mine Ryan.” You respond shyly. “You have wonderful dogs.” You laugh and pet them some more.

“They seem to like you quite a lot.” He raises an eyebrow at his dogs.

You smile and hand him a half of the diamond cut sandwich you made for lunch, pushing the wicker basket filled with strawberries closer to him. 

He thanks you and takes a bite out of the sandwich, humming in approval. He tears some of the ham off and feeds a piece to each of his furry friends. You smile and call for your dogs too. They run out and tackle Ryan’s dogs, chasing each other up and down the hill. You two giggle and watch the sun slowly set. He holds your hand and you look him in the eye. Your eyes sparkle and he loves it.

“Y/N? Will you go out on a date with me?” He asks softly.

“That sounds like a lot of fun Ryan...” You move closer and he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

You both stay there for a while, even when the sun goes down all the way and the stars begin to shine.

“Would you like to come inside?” You ask.

He nods and helps you pick up, carrying the blanket as you carry your book and the basket, the dogs trotting along behind you into the cozy cottage.

[writingismyhappytime]

Happy Birthday, (Y/N)!

Ryan sitkowski x reader 

Warnings: language, fluff

A/N: happy birthday @ryansitkowskiswifey

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear (Y/N), happy birthday to you!" A chorus of people sing as you lean over the table, holding your hair back as you prepare to blow out the candles on your birthday cake.

It's nice to have everyone gathered around to celebrate your special day, you haven't had a surprise party... well, ever if you're thinking about it. The fact they put so much effort forth for you means a lot, mostly because you're not sure how they found out. You didn't tell anyone, you didn't want to make a fuss about it.

"Thank all of you guys for doing this," you say, knowing your face is hot. It's embarrassing and endearing at the same time, and you adore the cake frosted in your favorite color, a dozen candles burning on the top providing the only light in the small room.

All your friends are gathered about --- or at least the friends you've made in the past few months. It was a last minute decision to pop on tour with Motionless in White, but you're glad you did it. You've been working on and off with these guys for years, so you know them fairly well and you're comfortable with them... still, sharing such a confined space with the band and all of their techs and the like was a new learning curve. You really get to know people when you're all trapped together in a moving tin can for hours on end, and the only place you can go for privacy is a tiny bathroom or your bunk with a blackout curtain.

It's sweet they'd do this for you, although everyone gathered around the table on the tour bus is sort of smothering. The bus is rumbling, the guys haven't been done with their show very long so you know they must be tired, but they still made time for you. You give them all a bright smile before you lean forward, making your wish and blowing out the candles.

The bus is immediately sent into darkness as everyone cheers and claps, and you lean up happily as someone flicks the lights back on. Your eyes focus on the man standing directly across from you before flicking away, feeling your cheeks grow even warmer. It's so easy for your gaze to find his, it's automatic, like you're drawn to each other.

You're not sure what's so different now compared to before, but it's as if something has just... clicked. When you shook hands with him the first time, his warm fingers grasping yours,  your eyes had met --- why did it seem like you were seeing him for the first time? His black hair was short, a cap tugged low over his forehead, the sun reflecting off his piercings. He didn't look any different than how you'd seen him before, but he was different.

"Did you make a wish?" Vinny asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. He's already holding a plate and fork, wondering who's going to cut the cake that he's impatient to try. He's been excited about it since Ryan snuck it in earlier today, he was the one who orchestrated the entire surprise. You hadn't said one word to anyone about your birthday, and Vinny doesn't understand why you'd want to keep it a secret --- if he'd known earlier he would have grabbed you a present!

Ryan knew simply because he's been better friends with you the longest, or so Vinny guesses. Actually, he's a little suspicious you guys have a thing you're not talking about. He catches you both looking at each other sometimes, sharing looks you think no one else notices.

You're always sending him messages and staring at him until he gets them, and Ryan gets this little smile on his lips before replying to you. You do it back and forth, you're not exactly subtle about it.

Vinny mentioned it to Ricky once, who just shrugged his shoulders and went back to typing on his computer. He made the comment you're both adults, just stupid, and can do whatever you want.

Vinny isn't sure what that means.

"Yes." You take the knife Chris offers you, starting to cut the cake in as fair-sized pieces as you can. They got your favorite, there's literally nothing you would change! There's balloons, confetti you'll have to clean later because none of them will, and even the paper plates are festive with red trim and balloon designs.

It's so cute.

You start delving out the pieces, saying hasty apologies if they fall over or cumble, but no one seems to mind. You're a little nervous to be the one who has to do this, you're a little worried a piece will fall in the floor, or collapse in half, or someone won't get their fair amount and there's a lot of people wanting the dessert.

"You should get the first piece of your cake, you know," Ryan says as he finally comes to stand beside you, holding two empty plates decorated with the childish balloons. You inhale sharply as his arms brushes yours, the scent of his cologne wafting over your senses. You'd been ignoring the fact he was getting closer to you, trying to not make it obvious that, well, you'd really like to get him alone and make your wish come true. "It's your birthday."

"I don't mind, it's just the cake." You reply, keeping your eyes down. Too many people around that could notice if you have this stupid expression on your face when you look at him. You always feel like a teenager on their first date, giggly and stupid, wanting to hold his hand and just grin constantly. You haven't felt anything like this in a long time, romance was sort of ruined for you, but it's as if, cheesily enough, Ryan has made you want it again.

Of course, there's the whole thing where he thinks it's best to keep your flirting to a minimum because you are coworkers, and he doesn't want to take it too far since you're on tour. You understand completely, it's why you've only kissed a few times, spontaneously, mainly because you can't stand it and just... well, he has such kissable lips!

They're soft, perfect, and he always tastes like candy somehow. You just want to curl your fingers into the collar of his black shirt, drag him to you and feel his lips curving against your own. The way his tongue teasingly brushes against your lips, urging them to open, to part so he can explore your mouth, it makes you weak at the knees. He kisses you so gently, and he doesn't let it get too far.

You want it to go too far, he has much more restraint than you do!

"I'll take over the cake cutting," Chris offers, taking the knife from you before you can even argue. Ryan replaces it with the second plate he was holding, and you blink, letting them shuffle you away from the table. Chris sort of looms over it as he finishes the job, and you let Ryan lead you off the bus, taking the few steps onto the gravel lot. Everyone is sort of hanging around at the picnic tables, which are far and few between and seriously weather-beaten.

If someone sits down too hard, you're sure the bench will collapse.

It's dark tonight, but there's a few streetlamps to send that ghastly glow on the wet pavement of the street. It's rained for the past few days of the trip, but at least it stopped tonight so you don't all have to huddle on the bus. The mist is eery, though, and all you can imagine is fifteen different horror movie villains emerging from it.

Most horror movies start with a party after all...

"All I can think about is how many ways we can all get murdered right now," you say after a moment, gingerly holding your plate in hand as you stare nervously at the mist. "Like, all horror movies start with a party and a bunch of unsuspecting victims. Jason is probably lurking right now putting numbers on our foreheads."

"Nah, so long as no one has sex or separates from the group, they're good," Ryan replies, shooting you that amused grin of his you love getting. You wish it wasn't so dark that you can't see his face well, but you're pleased that he's leaning against the table beside you, hip to hip. You can feel the warmth radiating off of him, and in your mind his arm is already slipping around your shoulder, pulling you to his side, lips pressing against your hair... you really need to get your imagination in control tonight.

"Doesn't sound like much of a party if no one gets to have any fun," you say lightly before taking a bite of cake, knowing he sends you a look. You're hoping over the next few weeks you can coerce him to take it a little farther, especially since you know there's going to be an upcoming hotel stay.

You'll make your own wish come true one way or another.

"You can have fun in other ways." Ryan says, shrugging his shoulders. You notice he's already done, sitting his empty plate on the table behind you.

"Yeah? Like what?" You challenge, hoping to get some kind of reaction from him. He's so quiet all the time, doesn't like to be in the limelight too much, but passionate about what he does. It's no wonder their band is so successful, all the guys seem dedicated.

"Board games, card games," Ryan leans back on his hands thoughtfully. "Truth or dare. Spin the bottle."

"Are we in middle school or something?" You send him an amused look. "We might as well play twister. Wouldn't the movie villain like to get us at our weakest?"

Well, you have a point.

"What movie villain?" Vinny asks from the next table over, wondering why you guys keep skirting around what you really want to talk about. He gets you want to be covert about it... but you suck. You're trying to talk softly and it's not working.

Ricky nudges him, but Vinny ignores him. "I mean, with the fog and everything, wouldn't it be more of a Jason or Michael Meyers kind of night?"

"More so Jason," you say. "Michael had some pretty specific targets. Jason was just stabby-stabby everyone."

"Ehh. I dunno. Freddy Krueger likes to make an entrance too." Ricky comments, since Vinny already put his two cents in. He was trying to give you guys some privacy, but since the conversation is public now...

You still slightly as you feel Ryans hand along your lower back, slowly drawing up your spine and making you shiver. You bite your lower lip as he lightly brushes between your shoulder blades, finding the movement comforting.

What would everyone do if you just turned and kissed him, just like that? Would they even be surprised? You know he would, considering he's wanting to keep it low key, but --- well, it's your birthday!

The only present you want is him!

All he needs is a bow in his hair and you'd be content, so long as you got to unwrap him.

Aaaand now your imagination is going wild again. You squirm against the table, inching closer to him, not only because it is actually cold and damp outside, but because you want him to hold you.

Just... just put his arm around your shoulder, even playfully! Mess with your hair, hug you, hold your hand or something! You're not going to be content with just sparse kisses and text messages.

Although you really like the kisses.

You find you've completely zoned out of the conversation, but Ryan is still caressing your back, almost absently. He doesn't seem to really be paying attention to what he's doing as he talks to the guys, and you feel yourself relax into him.

After a few minutes everyone begins clearing up, tossing their plates away, heading back for the bus. You and Ryan linger behind, and you force a conversation so hopefully it doesn't seem obvious what you're doing.

You wait impatiently until the last person has loaded up, relieved you're kind of standing in the back in the dark. You want to have at least a single moment with just Ryan, without anyone's prying eyes.

You cut your eyes around just to ensure you're alone before you turn, starting to speak, only to be interrupted.

Ryan barely gives you time to take a breath before he's cupping your cheek, tilting your face up so he can seal his lips against your own. It only takes you a moment to respond, your fingers curling into the front of his shirt as he tugs you against him.

Your heart picks up, hammering against your chest as his hand curves at your waist, holding you flush as he deepens the kiss, his tongue finding yours.

Okay so this is... not the quick, passionate kiss you expected to only last a minute or so. In fact, it's really lasting, and you're having a hard time remembering how to breathe. You find your arm slipping around his neck as you arch into him, threading your fingers into this thick dark hair and focusing entirely on him. He tastes like icing and your favorite cake, which only makes it better.

Ryan wishes he could take you somewhere else, that the two of you could spend some time alone. Not necessarily so he can rip your clothes off, which is what he wants to do this very second, but to get to know each other better.

Lust is fine and dandy, but it fizzles after a while, and a tour fling isn't really what he's looking for. He doesnt know what it is about you, but your perfume, the softness of your hair, the way you kiss him so urgently... just everything makes him want to know you better.

He's reluctant to break the kiss, but he knows it's been a few minutes and someone will start looking for you. You sigh in disappointment as he leans away, your eyes slowly opening to look up at him.

"Well that was a nice surprise," you say after a moment, a little breathless. You'd let your imagination run wild again, imaging all sorts of activities on the picnic table that could happen. You try not to get ahead of yourself, but it's hard not too.

"I was thinking," Ryans hands cup your hips, holding you to him even when you send a nervous look towards the bus. "When we run into Chicago, we have a few days there. We could catch a movie or something, some food."

"Are you asking me on a date?" You bite your lip, brightening. That's exactly what it sounds like, and you're suddenly excited! Is he serious?

"Uh, only if you say yes, otherwise no." Ryan shifts a little nervously, but you just grin up at him, clasping his face and pulling him down for another kiss.

Okay, so he'll take that as a yes.

~~~~~~~

"Do they realize we've been able to see them the entire time?" Vinny asks as he watches you and Ryan make out at the picnic table. "They're not invisible."

"Ah, let them think we don't know," Ricky shrugs his shoulders, brushing his black hair behind his ears as he glances up from his phone. "They're stupid, they think they have us all fooled."

Vinny snorts, slowly lifting another bite of cake to his mouth, watching as you and Ryan finally pull away from each other.

Ricky's right, you guys are stupid. No one is blind, like literally, Vinny can even see you guys are holding hands until you finally get beneath one of the streetlamps.

He waits until you both get on the bus, not looking at each other, both walking in complete opposite directions before saying, "Are you guys gonna stop pretending we don't see you making out every time we stop at the gas station?"

Ricky sighs; what did he just say!?

[dracomalfoyswifey]

Hi, I want to request a Ryan Sitkowski imagine where the reader is dating Ryan for two years. She 's part of the crew and is currently on tour with the guys. So they have a day off and want to play Topgolf. Can you write about that, with a lot of fluff? And can you include Ricky asking for constant updates for his youtube channel? Thanks ❤️

Of course! It’s on my list at #1. Hopefully I’ll get it done today tomorrow or Monday but soon I promise!

[beaker1636]

Single Lyrics Chapter 1 - Ryan

AN: Here is the first offical chapter of Single Lyrics! I know it is starting a little slow but I wanted it to be a slow burn fic and I had to build on some elements of what is to come! I hope ya'll enjoy!

“I’ll consider your offer but I want us to meet up and talk in person to go over details and we obviously need to hash some things out,” you send the text to Ryan the next day, having spent all night thinking about what he asked you all night.  Ultimately your view is that all children need good caregivers and deserve to have safe people in their lives that care and want the best for them, and Ryan is clearly trying.  Obviously he cares about his niece enough that he was willing to suck it up and ask someone who has every reason to not want to, which gives you a lot of respect for him.

“Do you want Violet to be around to meet you or is this going to be a situation where it is best that we wait to let that happen?” He sends you back almost as quick.

And that conversation led you to where you currently are, sitting in Ryan’s driveway at the house he sent you an address for, while trying to collect yourself from the anxieties that you are feeling at the thought of coming face to face with this man after 10 years.  It would be lying to say that you didn’t follow Motionless in White’s successes and somewhat keep tabs on him, after all he's the one that got away for you.  So you know that the band has done really well after the two of you broke up, so it is no surprise that he has a nice house, but it still is bothering you to think that you don’t have a place in it.

Deciding to rip the bandage off, you let out a shaky breath that you had no idea you were holding and step out of your car, reminding you that this is nothing else other than negotiating a new job…. Granted normally your boss isn’t your ex boyfriend that destroyed you but minor details right?

You aren’t sure what you expected when you knocked on the door but it wasn’t for Ryan to answer the door right away.  Neither one of you spoke when he first answered, just taking in the sight of one another after missing out on so much.

Ryan isn't the long haired rocker boy that you remember from your early years, and you almost wish that he was.  The man in front of you is honestly hot, you can see the muscles under the shirt he has on, the shorter hair making him look older and more masculine than when you last saw him, which also draws more attention to his dark eyes that you always loved getting lost in.  Part of you almost hates him for looking even more attractive now than he did back when you were young and in love.

But Ryan notices the same about you, how you have filled out and now have curves to die for.  You carry yourself with more confidence, no longer the awkward teenager that is hiding behind who she thinks she should be but is comfortable as she is.  You still have your hair died black but otherwise you look a lot different, the only piercing you have left in is your nostril but you have tattoos that compliment you.  He didn’t expect you to have changed so much, which he probably should have given how long you two have gone without any contact.

“y/n, it is nice to see you after so long.  Why don’t you come inside and take a seat on the couch.  Violet is napping so we will have some time to get the awkward part done and over with,” he rubs the back of his neck as he allows you inside.

When you both take a seat you turn to look at him, wanting to get out what you want to say before you chicken out.  You also take note of the fact that he is bouncing his leg as he sits, a nervous habit he had as a kid that he must have never grown out of.

“Please don’t act so nervous, it’s still just me.  It has been years, everything is done.  I am here because I want to help you with the situation you have been dealt, not rehash old wounds Ryan.  I have moved on and I think that we need to keep this relationship strictly professional if this is going to work for both of us.  I accept your offer that you texted me and gave Miranda my two weeks notice,” you say, hoping that your anxiety is not as evident in your voice. “We can’t change our past, but I don’t want to let it affect things now.  And now that I made shit weird I need to know details of things.  So first question, when you tour are we going to be touring with you?”

Ryan moves and immediately pulls you into a hug without thinking about it, just extremely happy that you have actually agreed to help him.  He realizes quickly how awkward it is to do so and pulls away, muttering an  apology.

“I’m sorry, it just kind of happened.  I should not have crossed that boundary without you expecting it.  And yes, until she starts preschool at age 3 I want her to tour with me whenever it is possible.  We already talked about the back lounge having a pack and play in it and being converted into a tiny room for her so that she can come with us. The boys have been really supportive about it.  You would have a bunk on the bus with the rest of us obviously.  When I am not busy with work and stuff like that I would take care of her so you would be able to relax or do whatever on the bus or hotel room when you aren’t working.  I will pay for all your travel expenses on top of the salary we agreed to,” he answers honestly, knowing this is probably a lot to take in but wanting to be honest with you. “I want her to come with me because I don’t want her to feel like I am leaving her too, because she is too young to understand and she already lost her parents.  Now that she is attached to me I don’t want her to feel like I don’t want her or anything.”

Your guard is officially gone, his words are melting your heart.  You honestly forgot just how caring and sweet Ryan can be for those he loves, and the fact he was so close to his sister probably made the attachment grow even more between him and that little girl.

“Ryan, the fact you are willing to take her in and care so much about her will show her when she is older that you aren’t leaving her when you leave for work.  Trust me, she will recognize everything you are doing for her.  You are a good man for taking her in,” you answer him honestly, because it is true.  Not many people would take in someone else's kid, even if it’s their siblings, take on the commitment of raising a child that is so young.

“That leads to a question I have for you y/n, I need to know that you plan to see this out, If you can’t see yourself sticking with us long term then I need to find someone else.  She has already lost her parents, I don’t want her getting attached to a nanny and having them leave.  I am a little nervous honestly that our past will cause problems and that either you or I will be unable to look past it. I’m not stupid enough to think that it doesn’t still hurt you because it does me.  I want us to at least be friends through this, know that we can get along for her sake while you work for me,” you glance up and find his dark eyes are searching your face, but for what he is looking for you can’t tell.

“Ryan,” you let out a sigh. “I will be the best damn nanny you can find for your little girl, but I can’t promise that I can be your friend.  Obviously we will be friendly and stuff around her but that has to be enough for you for right now, it’s going to take some time to rebuild the trust that was lost between us years ago and I, I just can’t promise that.  I’m sorry and if that affects this then I can leave with no hard feelings.”

“I guess I deserve that, if you are willing to keep it professional and no tension will be held around her then I can live with that.  But I do want you to know I truly am sorry, I was an idiot teenager with a rockstar complex and fucked up, I fucked up a lot and I still hate myself for everything I put you through.  I just want you to know that.” You can hear how sincere he is in his words, how much he means what he says.

Before either of you can say anything else you hear a cry through the monitor on the table in front of you, both of you glancing towards it.

“I guess Violet is up, I am going to go get her and change her diaper quick and then I will be back down so you can meet her,” he says with a small smile towards you, happy when he can tell you have relaxed some from when you first arrived.

You watch him go down the hallway and you let out another sigh, still wondering if you have made the right decision in leaving your stable job to be a nanny for this man.  Maybe it is wrong to take this job, because you know that being around him is going to bring back those hurtful memories but he sounded like he really does need your help and wants it.

Your thoughts are cut off by hearing Ryan’s voice through the baby monitor.  “Did you have a good nap, pretty girl? I have a friend here who wants to meet you, she is just going to adore you.  I know you will charm her, you have everyone in your life so far.” You smile at the baby talk, how well he is talking with her and her soft giggles melt your heart and make your concerns slowly drift away.

You hear footsteps and glance up to see Ryan and the most adorable little girl walking into the living room.  She has dark hair much like her uncle and bright blue eyes, the cutest chubby cheeks.  She is absolutely adorable, but you should expect nothing less given who her mom is.  You used to know her mom back when you and Ryan were together and she was a beautiful girl, both inside and out.

“Violet this is my friend y/n, can you wave hi?” he asks the little girl and she gives you a shy wave, barely acknowledging you before noticing a baby doll on the floor and running to go grab it.  She starts to rock it in her little arms before looking at you, coming over to hand it to you.

You don’t think about it as you start to play with her, getting distracted and loving her little smiles and giggles as you both continue to play with each other for several minutes while Ryan just watches, a smile on his face when he notices the instant bond that the two of you seem to already have.  Seeing how great you are with her makes him smile, knowing that he did make the right choice in asking you to do this for him… and knowing he will have to call his mom and thank her for reminding him that you work with children for a living now and that he should ask you. 

[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.

[beaker1636]

Single Lyrics pt. 3

AN: We are slowly starting to get somewhere, but it is still going to be awhile before we see either of them admit anything. I know it isn't smutty Saturday but that will start next week. I am just really caught up in this story and can't wait to keep it going! Enjoy!

Like always thank you to @tearfallpixie for helping me choose a direction for this part!

“So this one here is your bunk, and I’ll show you around the rest of the bus in just a second,” Ryan says with a smile.  He hopes you can tell that he really is trying to make you comfortable, traveling with people you aren’t close to on an enclosed bus is difficult, he would know.

“Thank you, so back there is where her little bed is and up front is the lounge.  Is there really anything else to show me?” You ask, he feels much better when he notices your teasing smile on his face, knowing that you are relaxed enough to even lightly joke around with him.

“Yes, and again, when we are on the bus and honestly any time we aren’t working I can take care of Vi.  It is mostly just for shows, interviews, stuff like that where I need your help.  I appreciate all of this that you are doing, I know traveling for months at a time isn’t easy.  Thank you, seriously.” He says, moving to give you an awkward hug before backing away quickly.

“I remembered you are a light sleeper which is why I claimed a bunk towards the back for you right away.  Chris is the one right below you, for whatever reason he likes being at the bottom and Rick is above yours. Across from you is Vin, Justin and I. If you need anything any of us I am sure will gladly help you, we all tend to spend a lot of time in the lounge gaming and stuff.  You are always welcome to join in, I know the guys would enjoy getting to know you,” he says softly, laughing when Violet comes waddling in, pulling Chris along with her.

“She kept saying baby, and then tried dragging me away. I’m guessing that was her way of saying she wanted to go get one of her dolls,” Chris jokes as the toddler continues to try and pull him back towards her little room.  

You can’t help but smile at the scene, who knew Chris would let a little one push him around.

Turning towards your bunk you put your duffle bag down in it, moving to put your blanket and pillow down on it, your stuffed duck falling out of your blanket as you lay the blanket out making you blush.

“You still sleep with that thing, it was old when you slept with it in highschool,” Ryan teases you, nudging your shoulder before he bends down to pick it up for you.

“It means a lot to me, one of the last things I got from my dad before he died.  I can’t tell you how many times I have had to repair it through the years.  You can barely tell how old it is with how good I’ve gotten at cleaning him,” you say, ignoring the feeling that crosses your skin when your hand brushes against yours when he hands it back to you. “I think I am going to read for a little bit if that is okay, I just don’t know if I am up to joining everyone yet.”

“I see you still haven’t changed, always hiding in the corner.  That is alright, I will let you do that.  Just to let you know if your curtain is open that usually means you don’t mind anyone taking to you and stuff, but if you close it we know not to bother you unless it is important.” He says, watching you get into your bunk.

“Thank you for the tour and stuff Ry,” you say softly before pulling your book out of your bag and laying down to read, ready for a little bit of quiet and relaxation before things got too crazy.  You are glad the first day is a travel day before a show at night so that you aren’t immediately rushing into things.

Ryan walks away, and a couple moments later you see Chris and Violet go walking by, her having the doll you have learned is her favorite in her arms.  You can’t help but smile again, the little girl already has a hold on your heart and she doesn’t even know it.

You start reading in your book but don’t make it very far before someone is knocking on the plastic of your bunk.

“Hey, no hiding.  Come out here and join us, nobody knows anything about you and we want to,” you hear, when you glance up you realize it is Vinny who is looking at you.

“I,” you start, but he cuts you off, grabbing onto your wrist to try and drag you out of your bunk.

“No fighting me, come on,” he says, tugging lightly on you.

“No, I am fine right here.  I am here to work and right now I am not needed,” you argue, turning to glare at him, which just makes him smile.

“There is no use fighting Vin, when he wants something he will figure out how to get it.  Trust me on this, he is more stubborn than I am,” you hear Rick call with a laugh.  

You roll your eyes before picking your book back up, only for it to be pulled from our hands.  You glare at the man standing in the hallway watching you, wanting nothing more but for him to leave you alone.

“Please, just for a little bit? I just want to get to know you some because we are all touring together, at least so it’s a little less weird between everyone,” he asks you, giving you a pouty face.

“Fine, Jesus you whiner,” you answer, rolling your eyes before slowly making your way out of your bunk and following him up front. Dragging your feet, making it clear to him that you really aren’t wanting to do this.

When you make your way through the door everyone cheers, making you turn bright red in embarrassment.

“You actually got her out, I can’t believe it. Y/n has always hidden from everyone,” Chris says with a smile, giving you a wink.

“Yeah because y'all were a bunch of teenage assholes back then,” you respond as you take a seat on the floor, there was a spot on the couch but that would put you between Ryan and Chris and you really don’t want that.

“Well, you aren’t wrong.  We were pretty bad back in the day,” Ricky says with a laugh. “I still will give you props for out drinking me by a landslide that one night, didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Yeah, that was pretty fun, I will admit. Don’t expect a rematch from me, I don’t drink anymore,” you joke, smiling when you feel like you are starting to somewhat fit in, remembering a fun memory from back when you were a dumb kid.

“Yeah, I don’t either.  Man those days were fun though, back when I first joined the band.  I didn’t ask the other day but how have you been? Clearly you didn’t stick with music in college but you seem to have made a good footing in your career and stuff,” Ricky says, smiling at the memory himself.

“I didn’t, my first semester of college studying music ed was a bitch and I dropped, but I’m not sure if it was because I struggled in classes or because of how bad my depression and shit was at the time. Between all my family shit and then yeah, it was rough.” You glance up, your eyes locking with Ryans hazel ones before he casts them to the floor.

“But I love where I am at, love working with little children, love that I built my own family with my friends.  I’d ask how all of you are doing but the band clearly did well,” you joke, hoping to end questions about the past.

You continue to make small talk with the guys before you arrive at the first venue, finding that you really do enjoy them and their company.  Vinny made you laugh and feel right at home, his personality warm and bright. 

The boys have to leave to go get ready for the show and the meet and greet, Violet waving at them as they go and giving Ryan a wet kiss before he is out the door, leaving the two of you alone.  

It honestly was on the later side so you started getting her some dinner warmed up in the bus microwave, cutting up some fresh fruit for her too that Ryan made sure to have for both of you before you let her sit at the table to eat, watching her with a smile on your face.  

After the two of you played for awhile, building a house with some blocks before you decided that it was time to try and get her to lay down and go to sleep, but she wasn’t having it at all.  She wanted to keep playing, and cried when you tried putting her down until you gave up and took her with you to your bunk, letting her curl up with your duck as you laid down.  Her head was laying on your chest as she slowly drifted off to sleep curled up with you.  For a while you read on your phone before giving up, closing your eyes and falling asleep with her.

Ryan panicked at first when he got on the bus after the show, he peeked in on her room assuming you both would be back there in the back lounge only to find that you weren’t… and you weren’t in the front lounge either, he was worried that you would leave so late with her, what was he thinking, how could he trust anyone other than himself with the little girl.

Justin could sense his panic and put a hand on his shoulder, “Have you checked in y/n's bunk, maybe they laid down in there,” he suggests.

“Shit, I didn’t even think about that,” Ryan says before lightly opening the curtain of your bunk, finding you asleep with Violet resting on your chest, clutching the duck stuffie you hold so dearly.  He almost can’t believe you let her touch it, curl up with it. He knows how much it means to you, you never used to let him touch it back when you two were together.

He also can’t help himself and takes a photo of the two of you sleeping on his phone, finding the moment adorable and bringing a warmness through his chest at the sight.  He isn’t sure what the feeling is but he is enjoying it, seeing you with this child that he loves so much.  He gave up on ever having that sight happen years before and yet here it was, right in front of him.

With a sigh he bends down, slowly trying to take Violet out of your arms hoping that he wouldn’t wake you up but unfortunately he does, your eyes meeting his as he is taking her from you.  Your eyes meet and both of you linger in the gaze, not saying anything for a moment before you move, allowing him to take her with him.  

He carries her to his bed, laying her down gently before closing the door and making his way out of the room so that he can stop and talk to you for a moment, hoping that you are still awake, and glad when you are.

“Hey, some of us were going to order pizza before we hit the road again if you want any,” he says softly, his eyes meeting yours while you still lay in your bunk. “And thank you, I know it must have been hard for you to let her hold your duck.”

“She was gentle with it, it is fine.  She is such a sweet girl, I couldn’t get her to fall asleep in her room so we laid down in my bunk.  And sure, thank you for asking.  I would still like to read because Vin didn’t let me earlier, let me know when it is time to eat?” you ask, avoiding his eyes as you feel them search your face.  

You are glad the two of you are getting along, but you are scared because you don’t want to be close to him again.  You can’t risk feeling the way he made you feel again, you know that may sound dumb, but you don’t want to fall for him again and you can tell that will be hard to avoid.  Especially now when you see how great he is with his little girl, how sweet he is compared to the boy you used to know.

You are royally fucked and you know it, maybe this job was a bad idea.

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Single Lyrics Intro - Ryan Sitkowski

AN: Here we go, the intro to the Ryan single dad fic! Hope ya'll enjoy

“Hey y/n, this is Ryan, from highschool.  Listen, I really need some help and I don’t know who else I can ask.  Can you please call me back when you get the time?”

You play the voicemail message back a few times, unable to fully believe what you are hearing.  Pausing in your tracks when it plays as you are cleaning your daycare classroom.

It has been almost 10 years since you have last spoken to Ryan, a relationship that turned sour and didn’t end well.  The man broke your heart years ago, so what could he possibly need from you after all these years and from you of all people?

You sigh, going back to cleaning for the night while debating if you should call him back or not, he did sound really concerned in his voicemail.  You’re so distracted by everything that you don’t even notice when your boss and one of your best friends walks into your room.

“Okay, what is wrong? You are clearly trapped in your own head,” Miranda asks, stepping in front of you so you notice her.

You both take a seat in the two rocking chairs, you letting out a sigh before speaking. 

“Do you remember Ryan?” 

“Like the one who you cried over for weeks for being a dick, yeah. Why?” She gives you a look that lets you know she is unsure where you are going but she doesn’t approve of what you have to say.

“When all the kids left I had a voicemail, he said he really needs my help and asked me to call him back.  What should I do? Why would he call me of all people? We haven’t spoken in years,” you sigh again, conflicted and confused about what you should do.

“That is really fucking weird, do you have any clue what he needs?” She asks, you can feel the side eye that she is giving you.

“No, he didn’t say… oh shit, he is calling again now,” you immediately panic, freezing as you decide what you should do.

“Answer it, I will finish mopping. Tell me what he wants,” she says, standing up and moving to give you some privacy.

You take a deep breath before answering. “Hey Ryan, sorry I didn’t answer sooner, I was working.”

“y/n, thank you for answering.  Do you have a couple minutes to talk, I have something I really need help with and I genuinely can’t think of anyone else to ask.” You can hear the hesitation in is voice, his anxiety in his words.

“Yeah, I have some time, what’s up?” you ask softly, anxious yourself.

“My- my sister unfortunately died about a month ago in a car accident with her husband, and long story short I have custody of their 18 month old little girl, Violet, like she's officially mine.  Anyway, long story short I need a nanny who would travel with us for tours and stuff, to be with her when I can’t…. And I can’t find anyone trustworthy.  You do daycare and have a lot of experience with kids and we know each other so I know that you wouldn’t be weird about who I am which is also important to me.  I just really want what is best for Violet and I think you would be great at it, but I understand if you say no based on our past.  I - I know I hurt you in the past and I can’t take that back but I really hope you will consider this,” he sounds desperate as he speaks, like he genuinely needs you. “I don’t expect an answer right away, you can take a few days to decide.”

“I’m so sorry Ryan, that sounds like a lot to take in and go through for you. I’ll consider it and get back to you tomorrow and get back to you if that is okay,” you say, genuinely not sure what you currently think about everything. It is a lot for you to take in yourself, both glad he thought of you but also upset that after all this time that is finally what he is talking to you about.

“I can accept that, and y/n, I really am sorry for everything I put you through. I know I can never take it back and it still upsets me.  Please do not let that be the thing that stops you,” he asks gently.

“Thank you, and I won’t.  I need to let you go Ryan, I will call you tomorrow,” you say softly before both of you say goodbye and hang up on eachother.

The second he hangs up you groan, asking yourself what the fuck am I going to do now?

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Snowball Fight - Ryan

AN: Pure fluff, I found it very cute. Enjoy!!

One of the most annoying parts of being the merch manager is that you have to be the one to fold, organize and put it all back in the trailer, sure the other merch worker can help you but you still get stuck doing a lot of the work and then when you load the bus you still have to crunch numbers, find out what you need more of, etc.  It honestly is a fun job but a really irritating job at the same time, even if you are really close with all of Motionless.

Their show has been done for over an hour and you are just now finishing what you need to do and getting to leave the venue and join them on the bus, which you are beyond ready for.  This stop in particular had huge merch sales, but unfortunately that also means that you and your assistant worked your asses off and were running around like mad, which is nice because tips were great… but sucks because you are exhausted.

You round the corner from the trailer towards the bus when you suddenly hear your name, making you freeze.  You turn towards the direction it came from right in time to be pelted with a snowball, and to hear Vinny and Ryan laughing their asses off.

A few seconds later a full blown snowball fight has broken out between the band and crew, all of you taking off running in different directions to try and avoid being the next one to get hit.

Wanting your revenge you take aim on Ryan, but accidentally nail Justin who is next to him in the chest. “Fuck, I’m sorry, that was meant for…. Eek,” you squeal before taking off through the snow when they both start chasing after you.

You briefly notice that Rick now has his camera out, recording the entire mess of a snowball fight while running.  Great, this is going to be an all out war and wind up in an update, whose idea was this anyways.

You suddenly hear Justin yell to Ryan, “Hey Ry, you go left and I’ll go right, maybe we can corner her ass.”

“Oh shit,” you burst out laughing before taking off running in a different direction to get away from all the chaos, hoping that you can get away from the two of them.

You don’t notice them behind you anymore so you stop running, you relax and laugh when you notice that Vin and Ichabod (you're welcome @tearfallpixie) are in a full blown fight of their own when suddenly Justin is in front of you. 

Taunting you with a formed snowball as he smirks, you put your hands up in defeat while slowly backing up.  You bump into something, or should you say someone when all of the sudden a decent armful of snow is dumped over your head.

You can tell by the laugh behind you that it is Ryan and that him and Justin had indeed trapped you like they planned.

“God Damnit Ry, I am so going to kick your fucking ass,” you let out with a groan before moving to take off after him, both him and Justin laughing.

You vow to yourself that you are going to get your revenge on him for covering you in snow… twice now as you chase him.  Justin being the bastard he is distracts you by calling your name, when you look over at him for a second Ryan gets away from you, taunting you from over by the bus.

“Oh you fucking dick,” you whine before you start up again, watching Ryan run around the bus while continuing to taunt you.  He has enjoyed annoying and teasing you for the last month or so, so truthfully you are not surprised that he has started this snow fight by coming after you first… but you are determined to end it.

You laugh when you see him trip and land in the show, which gives you the chance to shove him the rest of the way to the ground.  You don’t think twice about it when you straddle his waist and move to grab your own handful of snow, ready to shove it in the cocky fuckers face but he was quicker than you are.  He grabs your wrists to hold you in place, watching you squirm as you try to pull yourself away from his grip.

“You know, I think I rather enjoy seeing you on top of me like this,” he says with a smirk, winking at you when you.

You freeze in place, his words catching you completely off guard, making you blush before your wits come about you and you try again to pull your hands away, him letting you go this time so the force makes you fall backwards in the snow next to him.

“Ugh you fucking ass,” you grumble, hearing all the boys that have gathered to witness the scene behind you laugh at your response.

“Oh come on, you know you would enjoy getting on top of Ryan,” Chris teases, praying you realize that he is joking around with you.  They all have learned the hard way that having you angry at them is not the funnest thing in the world.  

You turn to glare at him, which gives Ryan the chance to quickly shove snow in the hood of your hoodie and pull it over you.  You squeal again, now freezing when some of it falls down between your back and the hoodie, freezing you out.

“I fucking hate all of you,” you mumble out annoyed.

You stomp your way back towards the bus, trying to shake out your hoodie before you step on it, not wanting snow all over before you turn to glare at them again.

“Any snow that is still in my hoodie is getting dumped in your bunk Ryan,” you yell back, before you step inside the warm bus.

Truthfully you wouldn’t just do that to him, while he seems to get off on annoying you and bothering you, you take the high road and normally don’t try to do the same to him.  You don’t want to piss him off or anything… but it would be fun to just get him back for once.

You stop by your bunk to pull out a change of clothing, annoyed that jackass soaked your last clean hoodie.  Saying fuck it you steal one of his quick before you slip into the bathroom to change into your lounge wear, now settling into the lounge so that you can start putting in the numbers you need to do.

“Hey, we were all going to run out to this dive bar we heard has really good food, do you want to join?” Chris asks you, making you jump as you didn’t hear any of them step foot back on the bus behind you.

“No thank you, I really have to enter all of this from tonight's show.  Can one of you just bring me something back to eat for dinner? Just because you idiots distracted me doesn’t mean my work doesn’t need to be done,” you say, smiling at him.  Truthfully you are not mad that you got distracted, it made your night.  Sometimes you need to let loose and have some fun, and you are awful about it.  I guess maybe that is one plus to Ryan’s antics towards you, they give you something fun in your daily life that you actually need more of… but you can’t admit that to him.

You put your headphones in so that you can play music while you get focused on your work, so you don’t even notice that someone else got on the bus with you until they take them out of your ears, making you jump.

“Jesus, Ryan? Aren’t you going with everyone for dinner?” You ask when you look up at him, shutting your music off so.

“Well I was coming to get my other hoodie to wear because mine is all wet now after someone tackled me into the snow… but it seems someone stole it so I guess I am stuck here with you,” he says, settling down next to you. “Plus I feel bad for distracting you when you had more work, hand me your notebook and I can do the math and tell you what to put in your spreadsheet so that it goes a bit quicker for you.”

“You don’t have to do that Ryan, tomorrow is an off day so if I can’t finish tonight I have tomorrow to do so.  I just hate putting it off,” you answer, completely shocked that he is volunteering to help you, usually he makes your job harder to do, not easier. 

He doesn’t listen to you, instead grabbing the notebook off your lap and starting to do the math part for you, hoping that he can help you get done sooner so that once your food gets here you can eat it while it is still warm from the boys.  

He hates it when you get distracted by work and don’t take care of yourself how you should.  He has watched you spend too much time doing it when you don’t need to, when you should be enjoying time with the others.  Like tonight, you should have just gone out to eat with everyone and you chose not to so that you can finish your work.

With his help you finish in almost half an hour, half the time it normally takes and to say that you don’t appreciate it would be a lie.  But you still can’t believe Ryan is helping you with something, usually the closest you can get towards him helping you is sometimes lifting a box that is too heavy for you.

“Ryan, thank you for your help. Can I ask you a question though?” you ask him, not looking away from your computer because you don’t know how his answer will make you feel but you need to ask it, it has been bothering you for awhile now and you are never alone to ask him.

“Of course,” he says, like you are stupid for even asking if you could ask him a question.

He has a feeling he knows what you are going to ask him, and part of him isn’t sure if he is prepared to tell you the truth, but if you do ask it, he won’t lie to you either.  While you are looking at your screen he is focused on you, taking in how relaxed you look right now in just your leggings and his hoodie.  You also look as though the tension in your body is mostly melted away. Honestly, he loves it when you finish putting your things in because you are really beautiful when you are relaxed. 

“Why do you like to annoy me and mess with me all the time? You don’t really do it to anyone else like you do with me?” You ask, blushing at your words because you can’t believe you finally have the guts to ask the question that has been burning in your mind for a couple weeks now.

“Truthfully, because you are so beautiful when you are smiling and laughing… but you don’t do it enough.  So I enjoy messing with you because it breaks you out of your focus and stress from everything for a little bit,” he says, moving a little bit closer to you. “I like to see you happy and not stressed from work.”

You aren’t sure how to respond to his answer, looking up at him with the shock written across your face from what he said.  The only people who have ever told you that you were beautiful was your family, and he is right, you do tend to get stuck in your own head a lot and to focus on everything negative going on around you and what all you have to get done, not really living in the moment.  

You glance up when he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear that you didn’t realize had fallen in your face. “You’re doing it again, getting lost in your own head.” He says softly, his eyes meeting yours, searching for what you are thinking about.

“Sorry, you just caught me off guard. I don’t remember anyone ever saying I am beautiful before,” you admit softly, now embarrassed that you admitted it out loud.

“You are, I like it when you get out of your shell and enjoy the moment.” 

He moves closer to you, both of you suddenly aware of he change of energy in the air between the two of you, but neither of you quite ready to close the space between the two of you yet. He catches you glancing down at his lips before meeting his eyes again and he decides that is the sign he is waiting for and closes the gap between the two of you.  

Both of you move softly against one another before the newness wears off and you both begin to shift closer to one another, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands settle on your waist.  You are both so distracted that you don’t notice that the bus door has opened and that everyone has made their way back, focused just on eachother.

“Ryan and y/n sitting in a tree… k i s s i n, Ow dickhead,” Vinny groans when Chris smacks the back of his head, laughing when you and Ryan instantly pull yourselves apart from one another with a blush.

“It’s about damn time,” Ricky says before handing you both a bag with your dinner in it.  

“Hurry up and eat because you promised me some game time tonight Ryan,” Vinny says glaring at the two of you as you stand up to put your work stuff away so that you can eat. “Unless you are too busy with y/n tonight now.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, you’re just jealous,” you tease the drummer back before grabbing your drink and sitting back down to eat your dinner.

The rest of your evening is spent watching the boys all game with each other until you give up and decide to head to bed for the night, your night definitely went better than planned but now you have to figure out what the fuck this means for you and Ryan moving forward… but that sounds like tomorrows problem.

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Snow fight with the Ryan and a very fluffy end please he's in need of some ❤️

I just did one like this last week, it is in my master list :) but if you would like it different than what I already wrote let me know!

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F is For Face Sitting - Vinny

a/n: So if you didn't figure it out I kind of hinted that Lottie was a bit insecure about not being the smallest girl out there in the last part and I really played with that in this chapter in a way that I found really sweet and loving between her and Vin. So this one is a really fluffy smut and hopefully you guys like it as I took kind of a different route with this than I originally planned. I love you all and appreciate all the kid words I keep getting with this, I’ve been really putting myself out there and trying new things with this fic so all the kind comments mean a lot to me!

Also probably won’t get much posted until Thursday or Friday so sorry if you don’t get any updates for awhile!

“Are you trying to get me killed, there is no way Lottie is going to allow me to do that with her tonight,” Vinny groans as he sends the message in the chat back to Chris, wanting to fling his phone across the room.

“Why not? It’s not even that weird or anything, is it like Mia said about how she needs more confidence?” Chris responds quickly, making Vinny want to bury himself in a hole.

“She hates doing anything where she has to be on top because she is worried she’s too big, no matter how much I try to convince her otherwise it never works.  Hell last night she was off because she was embarrassed about being around all the girls in the pool because she is the only “bigger” one and she isn’t even that big.  It’s a rough subject okay,” he hits send, now worried if you found out that he said something if you’d be upset.

“But she isn’t even that big, listen, give her a really nice night with a relaxing dinner, maybe a relaxing bath and then focus on her.  Let her know all you are aiming to do tonight is take care of her and maybe you can slowly coax her out of it, remind her how beautiful she is and that you are lucky.  If you build her up enough you will be able to get her to try and might help build her confidence some… and based off comments on the photo Mia posted of the two of you you may need to do that.  People are being assholes towards her.”  Vin reads the message and immediately panics, pulling up Mia’s instagram and suddenly feeling angered at some of the things that are being said.

“Fuck, how do I fix that? If she has seen it then she’s gonna be a wreck when she gets home from work,” Vinny thinks to himself groaning, “Why do people need to be assholes?”

Rather than saying anything he decides the easiest way to get the point across that he doesn’t give a shit about any of it is to post a photo he has of the two of you that Rick caught a while ago, his favorite photo of the two of you that neither of you have posted before.  He doesn’t remember what the two of you were laughing at but the smile on your face always makes him smile when he sees it. He makes a quick caption about how beautiful you are caught in the moment and left it at that, hoping that people would get the hint and lay off you.

He smiles to himself when he sees you respond to him comment with I love you.

He sends you a quick message telling you he is going to meet you at your place in a  little bit now that he knows you are off work and that he is bringing dinner over so you don’t need to worry about anything.

Later

Vinny opens your front door and smiles when he hears the shower, knowing that you must have just gotten home from work if you are still in the shower.  Setting the food he picked up down on your coffee table he makes his way towards your bathroom, knocking before slipping in.

“Hey baby, just letting you know that I am here,” He says, trailing off when he hears what music you have playing, it is what you listen to when you are in a bad mood. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.

“I will be, give me a few minutes to have my moment and then I’ll be out,” you respond, he can tell by the tone of your voice that you have been crying, his heart falling when he knows what it is about.

“Baby, get out of the shower, we need to talk about this,” He says softly, hoping that you will listen and feeling better when he hears the water turn off, the curtain slowly opens just barely so you can reach your hand out, grabbing your towels to wrap around you and your hair before you open it the rest of the way and step out.

“Come here, let's go to the room. I want to show you everything about you that I find attractive, that others find attractive, baby,” he says quietly, reaching for your hand so he can lead you towards your room.  

He is a little upset that you don’t fight him, normally you put up a huge fight when he drags you somewhere so he knows you really are out of it.  He moves you and has you sit on the edge of the bed, facing your full vanity mirror, giving a kiss before he moves so you can see yourself in the mirror.

“Let’s start with your hands, the hands you use to take care of children all day, that you use to wipe their tears away, clean their faces, cradle them when they need some love, play with them.  The few times I have witnessed you with your class I love seeing the way you use them to take care of the kids, to take care of everyone when you can.” He gives one of your hands a light kiss before setting them on your lap.

“Vin, you don’t have to do this.  I’ll get over it eventually,” you whisper softly, meeting his eyes in the mirror for a moment while blushing.

“I know but I want to Lottie,” he responds, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. “Your arms, the way they wrap so tightly around me and those you care about, the way you wrap them around your work kids when they run up to you when we go out and one of them sees you.  I would be lying if I said that I don’t sometimes get jealous of the kids that you hold onto all day and love on in your arms, but I am the lucky one that gets to be in them at night, that you pull into your chest while you play with my hair and we just talk or I game for awhile,” he says softly, rubbing his hands along your arms while you continue to watch him.

When his hands reach the top of your towel where it is tucked around you he notices you suck in a breath, the way you tense under his touch so he pauses for a moment. “Hey, it’s just me, you don’t need to be shy for me Lottie.”

When he undoes it he lightly runs his hands along your stomach, one of the places he knows you are really insecure about. “I love that you are soft and cuddly, you are strong.  I love that when we curl up and you envelope me in your arms that I can be comfortable as I lay on your soft belly and chest.  It brings me so much comfort when I use you as a pillow, there is a reason why I try to lay my head on you a lot when we are cuddled up in bed. I couldn’t do that with someone that is smaller, I love being curled up with you and comfortable.  My favorite place to rest my hands is on your waist when you are around me, I don’t know why it just brings me comfort.”

Before you can protest he moves so that he can leave a kiss on your lips, trailing down to make sure he leaves gentle kisses on your love handles and stretch marks, the places that he knows you are the most uncomfortable with, that you usually get annoyed with when he tries to touch them.

He stops when he gets lower to sit up and watch you again in the mirror as he settles back behind you once again, this time his hands resting on your thighs. “We’re at my favorite part, I love your squishy thighs and butt.  They look so good in your jeans when you are walking, they are so comfortable to sit in or lay my head in.  They keep you up on your feet when you chase littles all day, and I know they love getting to sit in your lap with you.  I love the way you wrap them around me when I get you all needy and you want me to just get you past the finish line already.” He ghosts his fingers towards your center when he says this, smiling slightly to himself when he feels you shudder.

“Now arguably one of my favorite parts of you, I would be lying if I tried to pretend that it wasn’t,” he smiles slightly when he hears you giggle at his words. “I love it when you get all wet and needy for me, when you draw my fingers and my cock in as you get closer and closer to falling over the edge, I love the way you taste when you let me taste you and get you going.” 

He runs a finger along your opening towards your clit, making you squirm in your spot as he begins to tease you slightly, knowing that he is getting you worked up and also raising your mood and confidence slightly. He uses his other hand to let your hair loose, brushing it away from one of your ears before leaning in to whisper, “Let me worship you baby, please ride my face tonight, take the pleasure you need from me.”

He notices you freeze up but continues to tease you, the one hand still barely grazing your clit while the other reaches around you to lightly toy with one of your nipples, trying to get you to the point you won’t think about it, that you will just let him do what he wants to do.

“Vin,” you start to say with a sigh.

“You’re not going to hurt me, if I need you to move I will let you know. Please, let me pleasure you, show you how much I love you and your body,” he asks, moving to lay down on the bed behind you.

Hesitantly you move, leaning yourself over him but not sitting down like he wants you to, nervous to be trying something new, especially when you’d be putting your weight on him.

Getting impatient Vinny grabs your thighs, pulling you down on top of him so that he can begin to tease your folds with his tongue.  Running it from your entrance to your clit several times knowing that motion drives you nuts before finally sucking harshly on your clit for a second, making you arch your back and moan at the feeling.

“There you go, rock yourself on me, take what you want,” Vinny encourages, moving his hands to your hips as he urges you to rock them as he continues to tease you with his tongue, knowing he is bring you close when you now are moving yourself, starting to take it into your own hands as you moan on top of him. 

 He moves a hand so he can slip two of his fingers inside of you, knowing that the added sensations of them working inside of you as you work yourself on top of him will set you off, and he is correct.  With a couple more swivels of your hips, with his tongue working at your clit you come undone on top of him.  

He lays his head back so he can watch you as your face tightens and you throw your head back as you ride out and slowly come back down from the orgasm he just gave you.  You slipping your legs over his head so that you can move and lay down next to him on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as you come down from everything that just happened.

“I told you that I would be fine, just because you aren’t the smallest wouldn’t mean you would hurt me.  I love your body baby, you do such amazing things with it and I wish you could see that… but I’ll keep worshiping you and telling you until you believe me,” he says softly, giving you a kiss and trying not to laugh when you grimace at the taste of yourself on his lips.

“I’m going to go brush my teeth and then reheat our dinner, go get dressed baby,”  he says softly, making his way back to the bathroom that you both left about a half an hour earlier so he can do that. 

When you slip into the kitchen where he is warming dinner back up for the two of you you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his back as you rest your face on his now shirtless frame.

“Thank you Vin, I love you,” you hum softly, feeling a lot better after all his praise and kind words. “I know I should ignore it, but it never gets easier having those comments directed at me, being the bigger one of all our group of friends.”

“I know, but you aren’t even that big babe.  And all that matters is that you and I love it and are happy, and I am.  I love you just how you are.  Now why don’t we take our food and go watch (your favorite movie)?” He asks, turning around to wrap his arms around you as well, your head now resting on his chest.

“That sounds wonderful, thank you Vin,” you say softly, following him towards your couch to go and do just that, curling up next to him the second the two of you are done with dinner so you can enjoy the rest of your night together.