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cookiesupplier · 2 months

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Thirty

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

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

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.

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Talia hadn’t actually been to Chris house before, his parents didn’t count, that was a whole different thing after all. Not to mention, that even was something that she really didn’t want to think about when it came to what had happened the day she had been there. It had been a wonderful day to start, meeting so many of the band, Laura, Justin, Ryan and his partner had been wonderful, she did look forward to seeing them again, but that day… She couldn’t think back on that day and not remember what else had happened. Now she knew why, it did make her less embarrassed and ashamed of what she did, how she’d behaved. Didn’t make her want to slap Ricky any less when he’d demanded she strip, though. The man wanting her naked, could have gone about it a completely different way. But no, he had to be an asshole about it.

He’d be so mad at her for thinking it, but in his shoes, she understood it though, why he was being an asshole. She stood by her statement about slapping him, but she understood it.

Especially after finding out about Grace being in his house when he got home. Insane. She’d just been another stalker for him not to trust. Again, she stood by the urge for slapping.

Talia wondered if anyone was checking his house while it was empty, and half hoped that even with Grace seemingly off the grid, Ricky wasn’t just jumping at the chance to go home yet. Let everything calm down. Too much was up in the air for her not to be worried. Maybe she was just paranoid, but Grace had kept this up for years.

With Ava spending the day with Vinny, Talia had borrowed her rental car for the day to drive to Chris’ house. Considering she wasn’t sure how long she’d be here, she hadn’t planned to get one herself, but maybe she should at this point, she’d been here a few weeks already. Everything that was piling on, she wasn’t sure how long this was going to last now. On one hand, Ava and Vinny seemed convinced the worst with Grace was over. Ava was getting all kinds of praise and love online from Vinny’s fans, well, those that weren’t crying because now it meant they couldn’t be his soulmate. However, on the other front, she wasn’t sure how to tell Ava about what was happening involving her soulmate tattoo; at least while also making sure she knew how serious it was without tell her about the party, and the kitchen, and, about her breakdown. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

She was the worst best friend in the world, still hiding all this from her.

Walking up the drive to Chris, she pressed the doorbell, only for almost instantly, as if he’d been waiting pretty much on the other side of the door, a rather dishevelled looking Chris, opening the door. He pulled her into a hug, a tight hug, with a groan, his voice muffled into her shoulder, a feat considering how tall he was compared to her.

“JellyBean.”

Sighing at the hug, feeling so much warmth and comfort in his hugs, she couldn’t possibly explain it. Her arms wrapped around his tall frame tightly as he seemed to nuzzle into her neck and shoulder for a moment,

“Chris, Spookie, are you okay?”

Her voice so soft as she hugged him, not wanting to disturb him too much from the comfort he seemed to be seeking from the contact. Turning her head to press her cheek against his shoulder lightly, but a surprised breath came from Chris then, and she wasn’t sure why before he was pausing and pulling away..

“I, yea, come on in.. Ricky is through here.. We all need to talk about something.”

Oh god, it was about something to do with Grace, wasn’t it? She knew her being gone was too good to be true. She’d been texting Ricky about it earlier. Se got the feeling he didn’t seem to be as enthused by her deleting her social media profiles as she Vinny and Ava did either. He didn’t say anything specifically, it was more about what he wasn’t saying, than more about what he did say that spoke to her. Maybe she was reading more than she should into it, maybe not, she could just be paranoid, but Grace, she wasn’t right.

Next, Chris led her into his living room where Ricky was waiting, it was so very different from Vinny’s in every way. Chris was all about the dark spooky vibe, and she loved it, but he still had a very modern element to his home. Glancing around, the aesthetic of the house was very tasteful, it wasn’t all dark, depressing when most thought of the halloween vibe that Chris often associated with. Though, it was thread in there a little, but not depressing, it was fun, and enjoyable, just like Chris, just how she liked it.

Moving to sit down, still across the room somewhat from Ricky, half turned to face Chris, looking between the two expectantly, hoping, and praying, that this didn’t have anything to do with Grace.. However, dreading that it really would. Could also have to do with having to do with having to see a therapist about their marks, but if Chris was right, just her and Ricky getting to know each other like friends, should help each it, at least.

“So, what’s going on, what was with the invite over, 911 text?”

Looking between them expectantly,

“Wait, what, 911?”

Ricky was looking at her confused, and Chris, Chris was suddenly very interested in his phone..

“Chris?”

“Okay, I sent the 911.. I panicked! I wasn’t sure she would just come over, so when you said invite, I might have thought, nudge her a bit.”

“Oh my god. She agreed, I told you she agreed.”

Talia couldn’t help but giggle at the back and forth between the boys,

“How about you guys just tell me what's going on that sent Chris into a panic in the first place, because as someone who would rather not get 911 texts, and not see him in a panic?”

Looking between them..

“Right.. Chris do you want to..”

Talia looked from Ricky and back to Chris now as he gestured and Chris nodded, setting his phone down and rubbing his thighs..

“So, it's about my soulmate tattoo.”

Chris took in a deep breath as he looked to Talia, glancing quickly to Ricky for a little bit of support. He’d already done the hardest part last night, she already knew his soulmate was dead, but still, this felt so strange to talk about. This whole thing was so, how did you tell someone you think you're connected to their soulmate? And that their soulmate thinks that you're connected to them? Hello, talk about a bit of soulmate love triangle here, how did that even work? Did they even have soulmate love triangles? He’d never heard of them before!

Sure, he’d heard of soulmate tattoos causing love triangles. Everyone had heard of that, but actual soulmate love triangles, with a three-way soulmate link. Was that even possible? What would Talia even think about it? Ricky, he wasn’t even sure what he had thought about it in a romantic sense, friendship wise was one thing, and he knew his friend was struggling enough with everything that was happening.

“What about your tattoo, Chris?”

Okay, face the music time, taking in a breath, he focused on Talia.

“It seems to be, reacting, a bit, similar, but different I guess, not as severe, I think… anyway,”

Yet. He shook his head, he wasn’t making any sense and he knew it.

“I mean, reacting similar to how yours is.. Sort of.”

“What?”

The shock, was understandable, Chris sighed as he continued.

“I wasn’t sure what it was reacting to, as the sensations have been all over the place during the week, I’ve not been paying attention to when they’d been happening, the ache, it was just an ache, I didn’t make the connection. I didn’t want to make the connection, I suppose, but it has just been coming and going. Then, it started to get more pronounced, until I couldn’t deny something was happening anymore.”

Letting out a slow breath to steady himself before he kept going, his head just all over the place.

“The doctor found nothing.. And then.. Well, I thought it reacted to Ricky.”

Chris nodded in Ricky’s direction, and he watched as Talia glanced over to him surprised, Ricky choosing that moment to speak up finally.

“But I’ve noticed that Chris has been reacting to you more than me Sweetheart, his shoulder was playing up the entire time we were helping you, and he was looking after you. That was about you, he was worried about you, not me at all.”

Blinking slightly as he looked at her, and then between them both, holding his breath, not sure what to think, how to react, how should anyone react to this, he wouldn’t be surprised if she started laughing. But… Chris knew she wouldn’t. Not after everything she’d been going through with her own tattoo lately. She wouldn’t tell him he was insane, she wouldn’t treat him like he was crazy. What he didn’t expect was what Talia did say.

“Can I see it?”

Oh… Oh…

“What?”

He felt a bit dumb for a second there, and Ricky wasn’t helping, sitting back in his chair with a that little knowing smirk of a smile on his face, as if he’d expected she’d be curious. Damn him.

“Your tattoo, Spookie, can I see it?”

When Ricky chuckled from the background “Spookie?” Chris could help but roll his eyes at him with a muttered “Shut it.” he didn’t have the energy for him to make fun of him right now.. He tried to talk Talia out of it okay, he had, but his love of Halloween came back to roost on that nickname. Still he swallowed, right, his tattoo. She didn’t even react to the little moment about the joke aside from the slight growing of her smile which made him think she was trying not to laugh as he told Rick to shut it as he chuckled. He wouldn’t lie, though, her having a special name for him, had him feeling as warm and tender as that glorious hug when she came in at the front door. He wouldn’t give it up, her giving him one for the world.

Chris reached up to his shirt, considering he’d been at the doctors this morning, and needed to access his shoulder, and didn’t want to just keep taking his shirt off and off.. He had a button up on already. So he undid the first couple of buttons from the collar and pulled it to the side. He widened the collar all the way over his shoulder, wiggling it down, now his whole shoulder blade was exposed, his soulmate tattoo was the front of his shoulder. It wasn’t exactly Halloween inspired like so many of his other tattoos, but in a sense, he could use it for the theme. It was a spectral like figure he’d worked into the surrounding piece, and it was so detailed in the shading, not like some of those simple soulmate tattoos either, which he enjoyed. That had been something he had considered himself lucky about when he started tattooing himself, that he didn’t have a crappy soulmate tattoo to blend in.

However, it was always stark again his colour pallet though, black or white. Most of Chris’ tattoos could be colourful, except his soulmate tattoo, and that was why his he’d worn shirts and tank tops a lot.. And the paint had started with the band, the soulmate tattoos. It was a great way to deal with the insanity.

“Why isn’t it white?”

Talia’s soft tentative voice hesitantly asking him that caught him by surprise. What? Of course, it was white. The shock hitting him had him looking over to Rick, and he’d been looking to Talia, Chris looking between the two. What, what was it? What?!? Looking down, he couldn’t get the best look from above, it was, he couldn’t crane his neck to look right at his shoulder properly! Shit, his heart started racing as he called out to his best friend in a panic.

“Ricky!?”

He was moving from his chair closer and Chris was grabbing for his phone to try and use it as a mirror with his camera, shit, how could his soulmate tattoo be changing, again? Had anyone ever had their dead soulmates tattoo change? Was that even humanly possible? Chris’ heart was starting to race, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe as he struggled to get his phone open, and his camera up, flipping open the selfie side and bringing it up to see his shoulder. In his panic it felt like his fingers weren’t working on the screen, and he couldn’t even figure out how to use his fucking phone! There, there, he had it, searching the image he could see on the screen.. He… that… what…

“Oh my god.”

The colour was off. Talia was right.. It wasn’t white. It wasn’t white at all, it was getting darker, it was significantly darker. Grey, it was turning fucking grey, what did this fucking mean? Chris swallows heavily with how close Rick is looking at the darkening outline of the formerly pale white tattoo,

“Chris, it’s changing shape too.”

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tearfallpixie · 5 months

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Oblivious - Part 5: Bubble Baths

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I didn’t know how to address what happened with Chris, so we went about the rest of the trip pretending it didn’t happen, but I guess he didn’t know I heard him, so it was easy for him. Two days later and we were on the flight back home to Scranton. I wanted to stay longer in Florida but unfortunately I had to get back to reality.

“Do we have to go home?” I asked sadly.

“We do but we’ll be better about taking our vacations together. I think we needed this.” I hummed in agreement and tucked my head into his shoulder.

“I hurt.” I whined, rubbing at my arm that was covered by a long sleeve soft shirt.

“Maybe next time don’t fight me about putting on sunscreen.” I pouted up at him but he only kissed my forehead before going back to the new song he was working on. When we returned home I stepped out of the plane to see Rick waiting for us and ran full tilt towards him. “Careful!” Chris called but it was too late. Ricky wrapped his arms around me tightly and I yelped as he squeezed just a little too hard. He instantly let me go and pulled up my sleeves with a frown.

“Chris! You were supposed to take care of her!” My boyfriend complained.

“I did… I tried. Its not my fault that shes stubborn.” The singer complained.

“Don’t I know it. Come on baby girl. Lets get you home and soaking in a bath.” Rick wrapped his arm around my waist gently and we went to collect our bags before heading out to his car. He got me situated in the front seat as Chris loaded our bags into the trunk and climbed into the back seat. “So how was Florida?”

“It was amazing. I got to see Shae! Justin and Chris got us a private beach for the day and it was amazing.” I gushed and my boyfriend grinned at my excitement.

“That would be where the sun burn came from, I assume?” He teased me.

“Yeah, but it was worth it!” I defended. He shook his head in unbelieving and focused on the rest of the drive to Chris’ place.

“Go get some rest love bug. I’ll see you in a few days.” The singer kissed my cheek through the open window before standing to his full height and stepping back. “Take care of her Horror.”

“I haven’t gone by that in years asshole.” Rick yelled after Chris’ retreating form.

“Whatever. You’ll always be that little boy who joined us 10 years ago.” Chris smirked over his shoulder as he disappeared into his house.

“Jerk.” Rick mumbled, but his smile told me he wasn’t actually bothered. “Your place or mine?”

“I need fresh clothes.” I pointed out, tugging at my grimy airplane clothes.

“You left some at my place before you left for the trip.” He offered. I had forgotten that I had left an outfit there one time so I nodded.

“Your place is better.” I agreed. As we drove back to his place I thought about what happened with Chris three nights ago and debated whether or not I should bring it up with Ricky. Ultimately I decided not to because I didn’t want to cause any issues between him and the singer. It wasn’t like Chris had tried to pull any moves on me either so there was no reason to worry.

“I have aloe bubble bath too so that might make your skin feel better.” He said when we got back to his place and he was pulling my bag out of his trunk. I nodded wordlessly, my exhaustion from the travel catching up to me. “Come on baby girl. Lets get you inside.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and dropped my bag inside his door before leading me upstairs to the bathroom. He sat me on the toilet seat and started the hot water before pouring the muscle relaxer aloe combo.

“Rick, you really don’t have to do this.” I mumbled.

“I want to baby. Chris spent all week pampering you in Florida and now its my turn.” He kissed the top of my head before helping me stand up and step into the tub. It was deeper than a normal tub so the water actually covered up to my shoulders, perfectly soaking into all of my sore muscles. “Come find me once you are done. Ok?” I nodded and leaned up to kiss him quickly, loving him a lot in that moment.

I soaked in in the hot water for 20 minutes, loving the way that the aloe seeped into my raw skin and softened it up again. I hadn’t expected to get as sunburned as I did but I guess I wasn’t as careful as I thought. I was drifting off a bit when there was a ding from my phone signaling I got a text message.

Oreo: Are you relaxing pumpkin?

C: Yeah Ricky made me a bubble bath, its so nice.

I took a pic from my chest up that had me covered in bubbles and sent it to him with a smirk emoji.

Oreo: Fuck love bug, you cant send me shit like that. You look delicious.

C: Ooops?

I let out a giggle and set my phone to the side so that I could stand up and towel off. Once I was dry I wrapped it around my chest and stepped out into the hall to go down to Ricks room. On his bed was my lingerie that I had left here last time and one of his oversized shirts that I knew would easily hang down to my thighs. I rolled my eyes and got dressed before retrieving my phone and heading downstairs to the kitchen where I could hear my boyfriend moving around. As I got closer to the bottom floor I could smell the delicious scent of lasagna invading my nose so I bolted the rest of the way to the kitchen in time to catch him pulling it out of the oven.

“Ricky, that smells amazing.” I exclaimed. He pulled the hot hands off and dropped them to the counter. I had known him for 10 years and not once did I know that he knew how to cook. He usually left it to me which I didn’t mind but this was still a shock.

“It’s a premade dish.” He blushed in embarrassment.

“Baby, Vinny can burn cup mac and cheese so let me be impressed.” That made him let out a deep laugh.

“I’ve stayed at Vinny’s place enough to know he’s competent in the kitchen.” He pulled a couple of plates out of the cabinet and handed them to me so I could set them on the table.

“Then that fucker is holding out on me. Guess I’ll have to crash on his couch one night and force him to feed me.” I joked, dancing around the table and putting on some music on the speaker. Ricky gave me a look of amusement as he dished up the lasagna.

“Careful, you’ll make the fans jealous if they think you’re dating him too. You already have Chris and I under your thumb.” I rolled my eyes and took a seat at the table.

“The fans are nuts.” They were the ones that insisted Chris and I were dating the most and these days it just made me laugh. I guess it made sense with the way he and I always did everything together or how I was always clinging to him. Some of them had caught us at Disney together on numerous occasions too.

“They aren’t that bad once you get use to them.”

“You’re just saying that because you like when they flirt with you.” I smirked. Ricky always seemed so reserved and chill when it came to the fans but I knew for a fact that he loved the attention. He knew he was good looking and he used it to his advantage all the time.

“Maybe, but I have the only girl I want so it doesn’t matter to me.” His hand took mine in his and he squeezed it tightly making me melt.

“I love you idiot.” I mumbled. We had been only dating for 3 weeks now but I had been crushing on him for years so I didn’t feel any shame saying those words that quick.

“I love you too, baby girl.” He said. With a glance up at him I saw a soft smile on his face and I knew I had made a good choice.

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faceless-mirror · 2 months

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CHAPTER 2: Anxiety Attack

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

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!!!TRIGGER WARNING!!!

Contains: description of a panic attack right away.

Vinny was going crazy. He hadn’t expected to have to try out he hadn’t practiced in ages. Ricky tilted his head, feeding off his anxiety, trying to keep up, Chris was calmly watching though he could feel the judgement he was under as he played. He knew he messed up. His hands were shaking, he couldn’t read any of his supposed to be bandmates- they all looked disappointed that this is what they got as a drummer.

He swallowed as the other bandmates looked at each other and talked together softly. He wasn’t able to hear them right away but he saw some animated hand motions from Chris-

No. No no… I can be better I can be so much better! He thought to himself before getting up and away, leaving as fast as he could. He would be better. He hated it seeing the unchanging expression- especially on Ricky as his beautiful blue eyes focused on Chris. Would he turn down having Vinny over how bad that audition was?

He was gasping for air- and he wobbled as he leaned on the wall trying to get out of the building. He had to get out. Get away. He wasn’t hearing anything other than his own heart beat. Other than his breathing or lack thereof.

He got out and breathed deeply shaking as he sank against the wall hugging his knees. It was bad… would he even make it to tour? Would he not be a drummer? Would he be put in merchstands if he was kept? His hands shakily went through his hair as he sobbed, gripping at the roots of his hair for a moment as he wept. He didn’t know how long he sat there. He had no idea…only that the sun was starting to cast golden rays.

Most of his anxiety was quelled after breathing and something… felt like it had almost taken it from him… just enough… before he took a shaky breath walking home as he thought of how he would- and could- improve.

Practice. Practice. Practice.

It was all he could do.

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Ricky had felt the anxiety coming off him in waves and mounting with each mistake, taking what he could. He was being professional as he could be but he wanted nothing more than to run to Vinny and take as much of that anxiety as he could. Take it from him because he could see the talent. Vinny knew what he was doing, and the mess ups were frustrating and anxiety inducing. He wanted to kick Chris in the balls for this… it was cruel. Beyond cruel.

He stilled his anger into a passive expression- that didn’t help Vinny- but it helped him not punch Chris. He liked working in the band. But fuck Chris could be an ass sometimes as much as he loved the bastard.

He turned to chat with the band, staring at Chris coldly as he spoke. ”He’s not very good does he even know our music? He claimed he knew our songs but-” Chris was animated as ever. Disappointment on his face. Ricky was happy Vinny couldn’t see that. But that didn’t mean the drummer didn’t feel it. ”He could have just claimed to have known us, Rick-”

As Vinny slipped out, having a panic attack, Ricky wanted to follow, comfort him. But he stayed where he was as his eyes got colder and Chris swallowed. “He knew me the moment i stepped in that room, Chris.” he said calmly but oh so frozen in nature. “He hasn’t drummed in years and you asked this of him same week as he met me. You, Chris, are just being a dick.”

Ryan listened as well frowning slightly as he turned on Chris sharply, “You asked that of him? Knowing why Ricky met him?” he demanded. Ah… there was that spike of anxiety from Chris. Oh he hated when the person he was into now was disappointed in him. Ricky felt a twinge of jealousy but shoved it away. “Chris… he had the skills. He just needed more time.” Chris scowled, “Well we start tour in a few days i wanted to know where he was at-”

“Well.” Justin spoke up, “We have him now. And Chris… give the kid time.”

The vocalist looked to Ricky who merely sighed rubbing his face. “Let’s just… finish prepping and then I’m checking on Vinny… okay? Because he was off the charts because of this. I have half a mind to leave right now to help him but i know you would get whiny.” He said firmly, and he held up a finger when Chris went to argue, “Chris. Just… don’t. I know you well enough to know you’d make the other guys miserable so… forget saying anything. Let’s go.”

He walked off with a cold shoulder to Chris. A few weeks ago he would have agreed with Chris. Chris had been his first contract… but that ended and they had been using Ricky to get new bandmates since. And Ricky was tiring of it. Either his sources would have a mental breakdown despite his efforts or Chris would pull shit like this. He hated it.

And that’s what made him stop. “However… i did sign a contract. I’m going to help Vinny first. Go ahead, I’ll catch up.” he said before turning to find Vinny.

It took a bit to find him, longer than he wanted. But finding him he sighed already feeding off that Anxiety, focusing on getting Vinny out of it before he opened the door. Only to hear the drummer get up and shuffle away. He took a breath and sighed out softly. Vinny was resilient at least. He would need to go check on him but… He would be okay for now. Hopefully. Ricky ran a tattooed hand through his hair and closed his eyes breathing softly.

He needed to check himself. He couldn’t just go off like he did earlier on Chris all the time… but it would be okay. He liked Vinny. He was sweet. Traumatized… but he was lonely and scared… and lost… but he wasn’t going to be alone anymore. Maybe Ricky was just tired of being used like this, but Vinny was so sweet and honest with him. He didn’t want Chris to chase him off.

He slipped into the room seeing Chris pouting in the corner as the guys checked their equipment. He could feel those beautiful brown eyes on him as he moved to do his own work, ignoring the vocalist fully.

Justin looked between them with a small frown before leaning over, “Rick… is there something i should know about?”

“Nah… just Chris being Chris. Being a perfectionist as always…” he sighed, “He just forgets people are human.”

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ladyveronikawrites · 2 months

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So I want to try something

If you all lovely souls can get @nerdraging4point0 fic Underdog to 100 notes, I will write up a part two to Dominate the Game. cough Coach crossover cough

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talialovesmiw · 3 months

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Chris Motionless x Reader

Shades of Purple

Part 1: Plum

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death/suicide, angst, mention of Ronnie Radke, fluff.

A/N: First chapter of a new series! Enjoy my loves 💜

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Prologue: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/740513916349808640/shades-of-purple-prologue

Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/741516781730086912/shades-of-purple

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Y/N’s POV

January 1st.

The worst day of the fucking year.

I’ve always dreaded the new year.

At the start of every new year, an auction was held. What does the auction entail? A trade. Humans would auction off one and other to vampires in the promise of safety and money.

Why would humans do such a thing for safety? Simply due to the fact that in this world, vampires were the most powerful beings, and most hunted down humans.

Most humans would auction off young adults. According to studies, their blood was the most desirable to vampires. I’ve even heard stories of those who would trade in their small children. The younger the blood, the better the taste.

Unfortunately, being 23, I fit into that category.

When I was 7 years old, my mother was in a serious car accident, and she lost her life. My father couldn’t handle her death and hung himself in the garage just 3 days after. My grandparents didn’t have room for me, so I was sent off to foster care.

I was in and out of homes, people were never looking for anything permanent. It was hard. Every single time I had thought someone finally loved me enough to adopt me, they would turn away and return me back to foster care. It was heartbreaking.

At 16, that’s when I’d meet the two most greedy and mean individuals. Todd and Elizabeth.

As soon as they saw me, they adopted me. Not because they liked me and thought they could provide a loving home for me, oh no. According to them, I had the perfect look for auctions, and that I’d make them a lot of money through a trade.

That day, they took me and two other girls, Aurora and Estella, back to their home. We weren’t the only girls there. Todd and Elizabeth had been adopting teenage girls for years now. They were preparing them for auctions…

For the past 7 years, they put us on special diets to ensure our blood could be at its purest.

“Pure blood and beauty will ensure you’ll make a perfect prize darlings!” Elizabeth would tell us, making sure that our looks would remain “perfect”.

Once they had decided a girl was ready, they would take that girl to the annual auction, only for her to never be seen again.

This was how they got by, how they made their money and kept their status. It was sickening. It was twisted. It was cruel.

It was a shame. I had grown close with some of those girls, and it was heartbreaking seeing them meet their fate on January 1st. The girls were always so scared, and by the time that fateful day would come, all their life was drained from them. They seemed to be a shell of what they once were.

I remember one night before the auctions, a girl named Morgan had tried to escape the house. She was going to be traded off the next day, and she had grown sick of Todd and Elizabeth. The poor girl just wanted freedom. When Todd found her in the early morning hours, he had beaten her violently. She had bruises all over her body and yet, they still made her go to the auctions. One of the maids had put makeup over her bruises to hide them, and Morgan looked the same after that. You couldn’t even tell she was injured…

I was close with Aurora and Estella as well, we had grown up together in the foster care system. We went through a lot together. We shared secrets and gossiped about the homes we’ve been in. Whenever one of us was in trouble, we had each other’s backs. We were best friends. And we were all going to be auctioned off on the same day. It was terrifying.

“At least we’ll be together, right?” Estella asked in a hopeful tone, her long black locks falling over the side of her face as she hugged her knees to her chest. Estella had always tried to be optimistic about everything, she always kept her head up. She had beautiful light brown skin and chestnut eyes, they sparkled every time she smiled.

“I hope so. I wouldn’t want to go alone..’ Aurora said softly, brushing through her shoulder length ginger curls. She was more shy and soft spoken. She kept to herself around Todd and Elizabeth, she was afraid of getting yelled at by them. She had a love for animals and always seemed to have a connection with any animal she came across.

“Y/N, you’ve been awfully quiet. Are you alright?” Estella asked, turning her head to look at me.

I had been sitting on my bunk, staring at the wall, lost in thought. My mind was so consumed with what could happen at the auctions tomorrow. I was afraid. Tomorrow, my freedom would be completely stripped from me by evil individuals that wanted to use me. That included vampires.

“Sorry girls, I just have a lot on my mind right now..” I said, looking out the window, watching the rain pour down.

“It’s about the auction, isn’t it?” Aurora asked, sitting down next to me on my bunk.

“Of course it is Rory, I can’t stop thinking about it..” I said, looking down. “Our freedom is going to be gone tomorrow because these two assholes we call parents are greedy. They already have protection, now they just want money. They’re selfish, and they don’t give a fuck if our lives are at risk.” My tone was bitter and full of hate. I could feel angry tears prick the corners of my eyes. “Nobody deserves to be in this situation, yet we’re all stuck.”

“Maybe…we’ll end up with nice vampires? Maybe they won’t treat us poorly?” Estella said, trying to be positive. As much as I appreciated the optimism, it wasn’t helping.

“They’re vampires, Stella. They aren’t going to be nice. They only want one thing out of us, and that’s our blood. Nothing more, nothing less.” I said, my words coming out a little harsh. “Sorry…that came out a little harsh, but…it’s the truth.”

“No, you’re right Y/N…but at least none of us will have to go alone. At least we’ll be able to say goodbye to each other, right?”

“I don’t want to have to say goodbye to you girls, you’re my best friends!” Aurora whimpered, tears coming from her hazel eyes and down her freckled cheeks.

“This is a shitty situation we’re in, but hey, we’ll always love each other, right?” I asked, leaning forward. They both nodded. “At least we’ll know we have someone who cares, even when we’re at our lowest. We’ll always love each other no matter what!” I said, giving them sad smiles.

“Oh, she’s right, c’mere girls, group hug!” Estella said, pulling Aurora and I into a bone crushing hug. Estella had always given the best hugs.

I was going to miss these two so much..

…………………………………………………………

“Oh, you’re going to look absolutely gorgeous Y/N dear!” Cheryl, one of the maids, said in a cheerful tone as she did my hair.

Cheryl was my favorite of the maids. She was an older woman who had always shown me and other girls kindness. She gave good advice and took better care of us than Elizabeth and Todd ever could.

She put one more hair pin in my updo and turned the chair I was sitting in to look at the mirror of the vanity. “There we go, all finished. You look beautiful my dear.”

I gave Cheryl a small smile, “Thank you Cheryl. You did a wonderful job.”

“Of course dear! Let me go grab your dress.” She said with a smile, heading to the closet. She came back a few moments later, and handed me the dress. “Here you are. I’ll let you change.” She said, leaving the room to let me get dressed.

My eyes went to look at the dress. It was a beautiful purple evening gown. I had always liked the color purple, all shades of it. It always seemed to make me look good.

I slipped on the dress and looked at the mirror. My eyes widened when I saw my reflection. The dress was floor length and hugged my body in all the right places. There was a slit that went up to my mid-thigh. The plum shade of the gown looked stunning against my skin tone. I looked beautiful.

It was such a bittersweet moment. I looked good for all the wrong reasons. I was supposed to look good so that way I’d appeal to my future predator. I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed, looking down.

“Something the matter dear?” Cheryl’s voice came as she stepped back into the room. I looked over to see a look of concern on her face. “If you’re concerned about your looks, you look beautiful.”

I shook my head, closing my eyes. “It’s not that. I just hate today. I’m afraid of the events to come.” I admitted.

Cheryl approached me and put her hand on my forearm, “I know dear, the situation isn’t pleasant, but you must stay strong. Keep your head up.”

“I know, I’m trying…I’m scared, that’s all..”

“It’ll be alright dear, everything will work out in the end, I promise.” Cheryl reassured me, offering a gentle smile.

“I’ll miss you Cheryl. You were always my favorite maid here. You’ve been nothing but kind.” I said with a sad smile, trying not to tear up.

“Now now, don’t cry dearie. You’ll ruin your makeup. I’m not worth the tears.” She said, pointing her finger.

“Right, sorry.” I said, chuckling a little.

Cheryl smiled at me, shaking her head. “Come now, your parents are waiting.” She said, taking my hand.

Parents…

They didn’t deserve that title whatsoever.

Cheryl walked me into the living room for Todd and Elizabeth to be standing, waiting for me with the two girls I had called sisters. Estella and Aurora were wearing the same type gowns I had on, only Estella was in gold and Aurora in an emerald green.

“She looks perfect, Cheryl.” Todd said, Elizabeth nodding in agreement.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll be going now.” Cheryl said, turning to leave.

“Goodbye Cheryl..” I whispered, feeling the sadness take over. Cheryl gave me a sympathetic look before leaving the room.

“Let’s be going now, Y/N.” Todd said, dragging me along.

…………………………………………………………

Third person POV

He had arrived in his black BMW, pulling up to the valet. This was the first time he’d make an appearance at this event.

“Hello, and welcome to-“ The valet driver cut himself off when he saw who was in the car.

Christopher Cerulli.

The vampire who had never once appeared at this event.

He was reclusive, almost like a shadow. He had never cared for these types of events, or anything public really. He had always hid away, living silently in his estate. Nobody knew much about him, except for the fact he was rather wealthy thanks to family. He always seemed to be off the radar.

“Good evening, this is where I go for valet parking, I assume?” Chris asked, looking at the driver, his expression calm.

“Yes sir! Allow me!” The driver said rather nervously, allowing Chris to step out of his car. Chris handed him the keys, giving him a quick ‘thank you’ before walking up to the entrance.

“Strange, he was rather nervous. How odd.” Chris noted to himself, walking inside the building. He walked down the hallways, ignoring the stares others his presence brought and entered the main room.

Chris leaned against a wall, observing the activity in the room. Everyone was occupied with conversation of the bidding that was soon to come.

He wasn’t there for bidding on prey however. For what, though? He wouldn’t tell a soul. He knew he wouldn’t be taken seriously if he were to truly reveal that secret.

“Well well, look what the cat dragged in,” A voice spoke from Christopher’s left. He turned his head and a pit of disgust formed in his stomach.

“Radke. Good evening. Do you need something from me?” Chris asked, trying to remain polite.

Ronnie Radke. A vampire who was quite the opposite of Chris. Confrontational and cocky. He was rather full of himself too. He was one who enjoyed these auctions, always after new food.

“Yes, you can. Enlighten me. What the hell are you doing here?” Radke’s tone coming off rather nasty.

Chris scoffed, scanning his nails and not making eye contact with the other. “This is a universal event, no? All vampires are welcome to attend.”

“No one expected Mr. Gloom and Doom shadow boy to show, that’s all. Now, answer me. What business do you have here?” Ronnie said in an almost spiteful tone.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Chris said casually. That seemed to annoy Ronnie.

Christopher knew better than to indulge Ronnie in his business. He had always been one to put his nose where it didn’t belong.

“Lighten up, will you? I was only joking with you!”

“Who said I was offended?” Christopher’s tone was cool as he glanced over to see a fuming Ronnie.

“Have some wine, it’ll put you at ease.” Ronnie offered a glass of red wine. Perhaps if Chris drank, he’d spill the beans. Yeah, that was a good plan to Ronnie!

“No thank you. I don’t drink.” Chris said, shaking his head. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my number.” Chris had turned away, and left to get his number, leaving Ronnie dumbfounded.

“Fucking weirdo..” Ronnie spat bitterly under his breath.

…………………………………………………………

Y/N’s POV

Todd and Elizabeth had dropped us off at the entrance, leaving to go chat with other guests. They said to make sure we were in the holding room by 9:30 pm.

The only thing is…they didn’t tell us where exactly this holding room was..

The girls and I decided to split up and look for the room, it would take less time that way. At least…it seemed that way at first.

The building was huge! It felt like I was walking for ages with all the different rooms and hallways. There were so many people there. It almost made me feel claustrophobic.

It didn’t help that I could feel people staring at me. It was such an uncomfortable feeling. Their gazes were strong, some were even licking their lips. I knew who they were, and they knew who I was. The tension could be cut with a knife.

And now, I was lost.

Shit.

I looked at my watch to see the time.

9:21

Oh no…

I started running, hoping that whatever room I’d see would be the holding room.

I was running so quickly that I bumped into somebody. He turned quickly and grabbed my wrists, steadying me.

“Careful now, baby. Don’t want to get hurt now, do you?” He spoke.

Baby? What the fuck…

Whoever this was, he was already making my skin crawl.

“I-I’m so sorry!” I stuttered, feeling heat rush to my face from embarrassment. “I-I was just looking for the holding room..”

He raised a brow, “The holding room? That’s just a few doors down from here on the right.”

I let out a sigh of relief. I was close, thank god. “Okay, what a relief. Thank you!” I said, trying to release my wrists from his grip so I could leave. He wouldn’t let go.

“And where are you off to in such a rush? You’re not going to thank me properly? How rude..” He said, sounding offended.

“L-listen, I have to be in that room in a few minutes, I said thank you, so please let me go.” I pleaded, still trying to free myself. His grip only seemed to tighten.

“You really should be thanking me, you know. I saved you from falling AND told you where to go. You’re lucky I didn’t humiliate you for almost knocking over a vampire..”

Fuck, he was a vampire. I was screwed. I could feel myself shaking a bit. He seemed to enjoy my fear.

“You have a few minutes anyway, that’s plenty of time to repay me.” He lowered his head, his face getting closer to my neck.

“No, stop! Let me go!” I shouted, moving around and squirming as much as possible to try and break free. He was too strong.

His head was now below my own. His nose brushed against the skin of my neck, taking in my scent. I could feel his smirk against my neck. “Don’t fight it, sweetheart. This is what you humans were made for anyway. Now why don’t you be a good girl for me and-“

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but all vampires are prohibited from drinking human blood before the auctions, Radke.” A voice interrupted from behind.

A taller man stood behind us, crossing his arms. His hair was ink black and his skin was pale. His dark brown eyes scanned the other man as he held a calm yet smug look on his face. He was rather attractive..

“I’m in the middle of something, shadow boy. Do you mind?” The other sneered, glaring daggers.

“Huh, breaking the rules. Sounds like something you enjoy doing. However, I figured you’d know better than that considering you’ve attended more of these auctions than I have.” The taller one retorted. My attacker scoffed and let go of me.

“Tch. Making me miss out on a good meal..” He grumbled, storming away and leaving me alone with the black haired stranger.

“Are you alright?” He asked, approaching me as I rubbed my wrists.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little shocked. Thank you.” I said, smiling shyly.

“No worries. Radke has always been a pain in the ass to everyone.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“It’s a good thing you came when you did…I thought for sure he was going to kill me or something..” I said with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck.

“I wasn’t going to let that creep hurt such a pretty little thing such as yourself. You were only trying to get by. I swear, that man is always looking for trouble.” I blushed at his words, he was quite charming.“You were in quite a rush a few moments ago. Heading anywhere important?” He asked.

“I was heading towards the holding room…my parents are expecting me to be there at 9:30.”

“I see. Well, I’m sorry you were treated in such a way by that fool.” He said, shaking his head as if he were disgusted by the other man’s actions.

“No, don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault. I’m grateful you interrupted him.” I said, giving him a smile. He gave me a small smile in return, and I felt butterflies. He had such a pretty smile..

“You’re a kind girl.” He said before glancing at his watch. “I won’t hold you any longer as we both have places to be.”

Oh crap, I had forgotten to check the time!

9:26…

Uh-oh.

“Crap! I’m going to be late!” I said, panicking. “Thank you again for your help! It was lovely to meet you! Goodbye!” I said quickly, turning to walk away.

“Be safe, little dove.” He said softly.

Little dove…

I liked that.

“I will, thank you again!”

“Oh, one more thing..” The man said, catching my attention. I stopped in my tracks to look at him. “That’s a lovely shade of purple on you, darling.”

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Busted - Chris Motionless Smut

A light cry escapes your lips when there is a knock on your hotel door, ripping you away from the orgasm that you were just falling over the edge of. You were so close and now you are having to wrench the toy out of yourself with a sigh.

“Give me just a minute, I am just getting out of the shower,” you call. Trying to buy yourself a few moments to collect yourself before you have to answer. You finally have time off and one of the bastards has to interrupt your alone time.. The alone time that you desperately need. Luckily right before you started you had showered so your hair is still pretty wet, making your lie somewhat believable. You slip a shirt on and quickly throw on a pair of shorts before you rush to answer the door, being greeted by Chris standing in front of you.

“Oh, hey. What is up Chris?” you ask, trying not to look annoyed, or to let it show that you were just getting yourself off to the thought of being underneath him, lightly moaning his name as you fucked yourself with a toy in your hotel room.

It’s not your fault that he is so fucking attractive, that he likes to keep fucking around with the microphone stand on stage… that his makeup lately has gotten more and more attractive in your opinion. And that fucking purple hair, you don’t know why it is so fucking hot to you, but it is.

“The guys all went off somewhere, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out or something. If not it is no big deal, just figured we both were staying behind so,” he says, giving you a smile.

“Uh yeah sure, we can find a movie and watch it,” you say, opening the door up more to try and let him in.

He walks in and takes a seat in one of the chairs in your room, watching you walk in before glancing away from you… suddenly turning bright red and glancing away from where he was looking, making you wonder what the hell just happened. You quickly look towards your bed where his eyes were and instantly turn red, covering your face with your hands as you realize what he just saw.

“Oh my fucking god, Chris, I-sorry. I thought I put it away, fuck. This is so embarrassing, I am so sorry, shit,” you start rambling, rushing to put the dildo that you had left out on your hotel bed away in your suitcase. Embarrassed to the point of almost tears, wishing the ground would eat you alive right now. You swear you put it away, how the hell did you forget to do so when you were in your suitcase before answering the door.

“Did I interrupt something? I can leave if you need me to,” he says, glancing over at you. Feeling almost as uncomfortable as you are right now, both of you struggling to figure out what to say or do next.

“Uh no, that’s fine. We can skip to the movie and pretend that this never happened,” you answer, refusing to look at him. “I don’t want us to be awkward, fuck I’m so embarassed right now.” You mumble, glancing down at your feet before taking a seat on the bed and grabbing the tv remote.

“Why, we all do it. It’s just easier for us guys…. So did it do the job or do you want some help?” He asks, glancing over to you out of the corner of his eye. Hoping that you might take him up on this offer, allow him to help you get the relief you clearly needed… and get himself some much needed relief as well. Especially now when he saw that, and the thought of you fucking yourself with the toy has him slightly worked up, has him half hard if he is being honest, but he won’t say that outloud. Fuck, he would be lying if he said that he didn’t find you attractive, he wouldn’t be against doing things with you if you let him.

He notices how stiff you go when you hear his words, that you tense on the spot and look like you have no clue what to think, how to respond. Your eyes get large as you process what was just said, the shock visible on your face.

“I-I’m sorry, what?” You ask, there is no way that you just heard his question right, that he just offered to help you get off.

“I asked if you wanted some help. Sometimes it is better to let someone else get you off than yourself, and we could help each other relieve some stress and relax? I help you, you help me and then we act like it didn’t happen…. Shit I shouldn’t have asked, pretend that I didn’t. This is a bad idea,” he says with a groan, his hand now running through his hair in frustration and embarrassment.

You know this is stupid, that there is no way that you should say yes to this, let him touch you like this when you already have a crush on him. But part of you wants to say yes, recognizes that this could make things messy, but when would you have this chance again?

“I, I mean okay. If you wanted to, just two friends helping each other out right? It doesn’t have to be anything weird. So I mean, if you want to we can,” you respond. This time you are watching him, waiting to see how he responds. Praying that he takes the initiative and does something, anything because you know that you could never make the first move yourself. You can see the wheels turning in his head and can't figure out what he is thinking, it is making you anxious.

“Yes, two friends helping each other,” he says softer this time. You can see the bulge forming in his pants and debate going over to him to help try and relieve it, but you just can’t bring yourself to make that first move.

A few moments later, after both of you sit there awkwardly and don’t acknowledge each other he mumbles a fuck it and makes his way over to you. You glance up at him from where you are sitting, him towering over you as he stands in front of you. A couple seconds of him just standing there and he moves to sit right next to you. Instantly grabbing the back of your head and crashing your lips to his, no hesitation, no holding back. You give in almost immediately, letting him take what he wants from you when his tongue meets yours, clashing and harsh as the two of you search for the pleasure the other could bring.

His hands quickly settle on your waist, one slipping up underneath your shirt before he gets annoyed and just lifts it off of you, groaning when he realizes you have no bra on.

“Can I ask you something, were you doing this when I knocked on your door? Is that why you didn’t answer the door right away?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours as one of his hands starts to toy with one of your nipples, bringing it to a stiff peak and making you shudder from how sensitive you currently are. When you don’t answer he pinches it rather harshly. “I asked you a question.”

You whine, enjoying the sting but not wanting to admit it to him. “I, yes. I was so close when you interrupted me,” you admit, throwing your head back when he lightens his touch, moving his fingers to your other one, leaving teasing touches around it. You squirming in your place, feeling so sensitive that you could almost finish just from him playing with your tits, why does that feel so good when he does that?

“What were you thinking about while you were fucking yourself? Were you thinking about someone?” He asks you, his lips now nipping at your ear while he speaks.

You let out a shuddered breath, not wanting to admit to him that it was him that you were thinking about but scared if you don’t answer him that he will stop what he is doing and that idea scares you even more at this point.

“I-fuck-I was thinking about you, pretending that it was you who was fucking me, not the toy,” you admit, regretting your words the second that they left your mouth.

His hands still for a moment, one of them moving to push you down onto your back while he settles himself over the top of you, watching you with half lidded eyes. Just hearing you say those words could have just made him cum in his pants, hearing that you were thinking of him touching you, fucking you. That you want this too, fuck, you are going to be the death of him.

He slips his own shirt off before his face is in your neck, leaving kisses along your throat while one of his hands snakes down your torso, settling on your shorts. He dips his hands below the waistband right as he starts sucking a mark into your skin.

The groan that he lets out when he feels you, feels how wet you are is the most sinful thing you have heard in your life, the most erotic and you pray you never forget how it sounds. He peels his lips away from your throat, bringing his fingers away from your folds to look at it, noticing the sheen of your arousal on them.

“Fuck, you’re so, thinking of me touching you got you this wet. Fuck,” he says, glancing at your face before his gaze returns to his fingers, slipping them into his mouth so that he can taste you. Making sure that you are watching him do so, that you can see just how much he is craving you like you are him.

“Can I, I want to use the toy on you. Make you come with it before I fuck you and prove to you that the real thing is better, can I do that, please?” He asks you, making sure that your eyes meet his, that you can see how much he desires you right now.

When you nod your head he slowly lifts himself away from you, stepping towards your suitcase to pull the toy back out before settling by your feet. Silently urging you to spread your legs and let him see how wet your cunt is before he slowly slides the dildo inside of you, being met with absolutely no resistance.

You throw your head back against the mattress when he begins to slowly, teasingly, slide the toy in and out of you, making you ache for more. Your hips are bucking to try and get more from the toy when he doesn’t give it to you.

“You like that, it’s not enough though is it? Beg for it, beg me to fuck you with it,” he demands, watching you closely when you let a little whine out. He wants to see you give in, let him take charge and take care of you. Wants to hear how much you want it.

“I, please Chris, I, I need more. Please will you?” You ramble, struggling to form a coherent thought as he continues to barely rock the toy inside of you, tormenting you with how slow he is being.

“Please what?” He asks, eyes meeting yours as you let out another whine.

“Please, fuck me with it Chris,” you mumble, covering your face with your hands because you feel shy asking, no begging him for what you need right now.

The second the words are out of your mouth he thrusts the toy inside of you roughly, starting a pace that makes your toes curl almost instantly. It feels so much better with him doing it to you, he is able to get it deeper and harder than you can yourself. You throw your head back and close your eyes, feeling yourself get closer to the edge, but not quite there.

One of your hands subconsciously settles on your breast, pinching and kneading your nipple yourself without realizing what you are doing. Seeking out more pleasure than you are already receiving, craving touch there.

“Oh shit, that is hot. Yes, play with your tits for me,” Chris groans, watching you do so for a few moments, overtaken by the thoughts that the sight of you is bringing him right now.

You listen and continue, letting out a gasp when you feel his thumb from his free hand begin to circle your clit, unable to ignore just how close you are now. Everything is getting to be too much, you just want to cum.

“Fuck, please, I’m close,” you whine, shifting your hips while seeking out the release that you need.

“Okay, let go. Cum for me,” he groans, watching you closely as you do. Your chest heaving, your legs clenching, you panting as you breathe through it, letting out sounds that will haunt his wet dreams for months while continuing to fuck you through it until you start to come down from the high.

When you come down and nudge him away he leans back over you, giving you a kiss while he chuckles, watching you open your eyes. “Welcome back, now, should I show you how much better my cock is than this toy? Ruin it for you so that you will always think of me when you get yourself off from now on?”

You can’t find the words to speak so you just nod, giving him your permission to keep going.

“On your hands and knees for me,” he says, moving to slip his jeans and underwear off while you do as he asks. Him admiring your ass while you get into the position he asks you to, no hesitation on your part. Makes him want you that much more seeing how submissive you are for him, maybe you two need to do this more than just this time.

Clearing those thoughts from his head he kneels on the bed behind you, one hand settling on your ass as he gives it a light slap before it moves, settling on your hip as he helps position himself, barely nudging the tip in before stopping. You instantly whine, growing desperate you rock your hips back into his, forcing him to enter you further as you take him inside of you completely.

“Needy little thing aren’t you, I don’t even have to do any work,” he breathes out, watching you begin to work yourself on his cock. He lets you do so a few more times before his grip on your hips tighten and he thrusts harshly inside of you, taking the charge from you while setting a relentless pace, taking you hard and rough in ways that you have never experienced before.

Your mind shuts off while you focus on how great he is making you feel, on how hard and deep his thrusts are inside of you, touching you in ways you have never been touched before. You never would have thought that you would enjoy being taken so roughly, enjoy letting a man use your body for what he wants.

His fingers find themselves around your throat, applying light pressure around it. Another first that you are enjoying way too much, he isn’t even cutting off your breathing but just knowing he can has you growing even wetter, if that's possible, around his cock.

“Fuck, I’m getting close y/n. Touch your clit, make yourself cum around me,” he says, moving his hand to grab yours, making it settle between the apex of your thighs. Encouraging you to do as he asked, which you do without a passing thought. Feeling yourself grow close, starting to clench around him as you come closer and closer to the edge.

His hand finds its way around your throat again, this time applying more pressure and that does it for you. The stimulation of him fucking you, rubbing your clit and now that is too much, making you cum abruptly, with no warning around him. You tighten and clench around him, milking his cock as you finish with a loud moan, unable to help yourself as you are hit with the strongest orgasm you have felt in your life.

A few moments later you feel him pull out of you, hear him panting as he jerks himself, finishing on your back with another groan before letting himself fall next to you on the bed. Both of your chests heaving as you catch your breath from what just happened, as your minds begin to realize what the two of you just did together and it all hits you.

A few moments later Chris speaks up, “I’m going to get something to clean you, I’ll be right back.”

He returns with a towel and helps wipe the mess off your back for you, not wanting you to try and miss some or to stretch too much, because after how rough he was with you he’d be shocked if you were not sore soon.

Both of you lay there, quiet for a moment while you try to come up with what to say, with what you think and want. Finally he breaks the silence.

“So, I know this is out of order but am I allowed to take you on a date the next time we have a day off?” He asks, glancing at you with a shy smile that makes you giggle.

“Of course you can… but don’t think that you are going to get any again any time soon, I think I may be slightly out of commission for awhile,” you joke, moving to give him a soft kiss. “I’m kind of glad that you caught me, would have made sure you did sooner if I knew it would lead to this.”

“I’m glad I caught you too,” he says with a laugh.

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lexusiswriting · 1 month

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A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 1 of ?

Hi guys! Long time no see.

I missed writing so much and here I am, trying to make a comeback. This will be a Ricky Olson/ Horror love story and we will see together how many parts it will have.

NOTE: Ricky will not be present in the first part, being more of an introduction to the story.

Warnings: none.

I hope you'll enjoy it and by box is open if you think I can put your ideas into something nice.

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“Lexus, you’ve got 5 minutes!”

“Alright, I’m coming!”

I am rushing to the stage while trying to dodge the many people that were on my way. Today was a big day for us, our second studio album being released on the last day of our American tour. We tried to keep it a secret and tonight the fans are going to hear one of the singles.

Being a little nervous is a misunderstanding, because I am terrified. The whole band united to make something better than the first album, where we tried different things to show we can do more. We are not dreaming of going #1 on the charts, we only want to hear our fans saying they are proud of what we want to become.

Now I’m in the backstage, waiting for the guys to prepare my entrance. We always try to do something different and today, Seth, the drummer, came with an idea. He will play a little solo, giving a little hint about the first song on the setlist. After that Andrew, who plays bass, will do the same thing. In the end, Xander, the guitarist, will be the last one to have his moment which will mark my entrance. And that moment is happening now.

I only hear screaming and I can barely see any faces from the lights. But I always feel like home while on stage. In that moment all of my fears disappeared, being replaced with excitement for doing what I love.

“Let’s rock this place out!”

If there is a thing I hate about myself is that I will never be a morning person. My alarm started to ring so loud that I could feel the vibration in my brain. I tried to stop it and I failed miserably when the phone fell on the floor. When I reached out for it I saw a message from Xander:

~ Wake up you piece of sunshine, we have business to do. ~

Getting out of bed was my main business at the moment. I went to the bathroom and saw that I completely forgot to take my make-up off last night. Tried to repair the damage and made myself look a little more presentable I made my way up to Xander’s room.

“Look who finally decided to show up looking like a mess.”

“Such a sweetheart. I’m sorry I did not get all glammed up for your poor little eyes.”

“At least you are not losing your sense of humour when you barely sleep.”

Well, that’s true. About both things, of course. My sense of humour? One of a kind. Sleeping schedule? A completely mess. This tour got all the life out of me but I know now we have a couple of months free to prepare the international tour for the new album.

“The manager called and apparently we are going to play some shows.”

“Where? Last night we finished the tour, isn’t that enough?”

“Don’t give me this attitude cause you’ll love it. It’s about Warped Tour.”

We had a thing that I hate and now a thing that I love. I always loved Warped Tour because I don’t see it as a job I have to do, but as a place where I can hang out with my friends every day. Maybe I will not regret that much the sleep I will still not get.

“Oh and a little birdie told me your boyfriend will be there as well.”

“Then it will be one hell of a summer.”

#ricky horror imagine #ricky olson #ricky horror #miw #miw band #miw fanfic #miw imagine #motionless in white #motionless in white fanfic #chris cerulli #vinny mauro #justin morrow #ryan sitkowski #ben bruce imagine #ben bruce #asking alexandria

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chemical-killjoy · 8 months

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✨MASTERLIST✨

Greetings Dear Reader! Right now the majority of the fics on my masterlist are from my old blogs, @immrbrightsideeee and @remingtonisleithal, so most links will take you to that, any and all notes on those posts I am not likely to see for a bloody long time, so please message me or send an ask or something if you really liked the fics/want a sequel or are anything! Also if you like my writing, check out @smiling-girl and @fandomfoodiedancer, they're amazing <33

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updated: 15/12/23

Damiano David:

*A night to remember 1/2

smut. Damiano is attracted to reader singing iwbys

Movie and a kiss

the reader had a fight with their family and Damiano looks after them

Fast Car (trigger warning)

Honestly this is just angst and emotional and if you don’t cry I have failed as a writer. But it’s got a happy ending!!

Vic de Angelis:

Knight in Shining Armour

Vic saves the reader from a creep at a bar

Remington Leith:

*Caught in the Storm

reader and remington share a bed in a storm. What ever will happen?

Feel better

comfort fic, remington takes the reader on an adventure to feel better

*Only one answer (part two of Feel Better)

I will find you

mesmerized by someone in the crowd, remington has to find the reader

Something beautiful (part 2 of I will find you)

I Just Need Some Air*

young!Remington and the reader are at a party and after confessing their feelings things get heated.

Better Than Nutella

Remington is hooked on his new friend’s cooking, and smile.

Movie Night

Remington and Y/N have a movie night

Morning Light: (this is a collab with @cursivetalk)

vampire Remington, based on the tonight is the night I die video. Series, currently being written.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Emerson Barrett:

Teach me

emerson teaches the reader the drums

Andy Biersack:

Don’t go (trigger warning) (there is comfort)

I Don’t Wanna Be Alone (trigger warning) (with comfort)

Love isn’t always fair *

After a concert Andy reveals his love for his best friend

Mortician’s Daughter (trigger warning)

Thomas Raggi:

Moonlight’s Curse (part 1)

werewolf!thomas, a series being written :)

Mistakes and Misunderstandings

Ronnie Radke:

*untitled

pwp really, Ronnie meets Y/N in a bar and things happen

Vic Fuentes:

Hell Over Me (trigger warning) (happy ending)

Frank Iero:

Not A Kid *

TW brief mention of abuse, age gap. Y/N works for MCR and it turns out Frank likes her just as much as she likes him

Gerard Way:

Cemetery Drive

TW for suicide and self harm. Y/N visits her ex’s grave, and is surprised to find him there

Hang Em High

Cemetery drive part 2

Demolition Lovers

Part 3 and final chapter of Cemetery Drive

Kisses and Coffee

Coffee shop and accidental kiss AU

Dean Winchester:

Life In (Rose) Pink

Dean is a romantic cliche trying his hardest

Chris Motionless:

Eternally Yours *

Based on the music video

Jinx:

You Decide

Reader has a breakdown and Jinx helps them

Jack Dawkins/Dodger:

Healing Kiss *

Reader is in hospital, but Dr. Dawkins is there to heal her. TW for self harm, suicide and mentions of abuse.

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foliosriot · 6 months

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MOTIONLESS IN WHITE MASTERLIST

⚠︎ Smut/NSFW // 𖦹 Fluff // 𖤐 Angst

These are all works of fiction. Everything I write is for entertainment purposes only and not to be taken seriously by any means. Nothing is written with ill intent or meant to harm any real person.

WARNING: everything I write has inappropriate, vulgar, and crude language. Please read with caution.

This blog is 18+ only! MDNI or you’ll be blocked!

ONE-SHOTS

⚠︎ Am I Fuckable? — vinny x reader

⚠︎ Cutting It Short — vinny x reader

⚠︎𖦹𖤐 What Are Friends For — ricky x ofc (stella)

SERIES

⚠︎𖦹𖤐 The Dirt Beneath Our Feet — vinny x ofc

𖤐 Take My Breath Away — vinny x ofc (blair)

DRABBLES & HEADCANONS

⚠︎𖦹 As Your Boyfriend — vinny

⚠︎𖦹 As Your Boyfriend — chris

⚠︎𖦹 As Your Boyfriend — ricky

⚠︎𖦹 As Your Boyfriend — ryan

⚠︎𖦹 As Your Boyfriend — justin

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cookiesupplier · 5 months

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns Masterlist

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

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

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

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

to keep track let me know if you’d like to be added to this series tags.

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Parts:

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Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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tearfallpixie · 4 months

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Oblivious - Part 7: Winter Storm

“Pumpkin? Can you wake up for me?” A soft voice whispered, a hand stroking my hair and coaxing me out of my sleepy state. I blinked open my eyes and saw Chris sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. He was wearing a plain black shirt under his soft trench coat and dark blue jeans with nice black boots. He must have just gotten in.

“How long was I asleep?” My voice was hoarse and sounded like I had just performed for Motionless on stage.

“About 7 hours. I left when Rick told me what happened and just arrived a few moments ago. I figured this was a conversation we should have in person.” I shifted so I was sitting up and wrapped my arms around my knees to curl in on myself.

“Everyone knew.” I whimpered. “Everyone but me knew! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought you knew.” He was trying to stay calm for my sake but I could see how hurt but also sorry he felt on his face.

“I was dating Rick! Why did they just accept that? I had two boyfriends, and no one batted an eye?” My head felt like it was going to explode with the amount of questions that I had going through it.

“Rick and I had always joked that we would fall for the same girl because we always had the same taste in women. I guess when it actually happened no one questioned it at that point.”

“We’ve been friends since high school Chris! How-how long have you had- Rick said we had been dating for a year. Is that true?” He toed off his shoes and sat more on the bed so he could face me properly.

“About that amount of time. My crush on you started when we graduated I think though. We were adamant about making the band work and you stopped at nothing to get us shows and support us and I think watching that made me fall hard for you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before? I had a crush on you since school! I had given up hope that you liked me! That’s why I moved on. That’s why I thought it was ok for me to see Rick! Oh my god you two have been sharing me! And you knew?! Why was there no discussion on how our relationship would change with the addition of him?” I buried my face into my knees as the tears started to fall again, burning my already dry eyes as they escaped.

“To be honest everyone knew it was coming. You two have been closer than friends for years so we knew eventually it would happen. When it did we just fell into step with each other when it came to you. There were no fights for your time or attention, we just flowed easily around the relationship.”

“Wait have I been dating him longer than I knew?!” My hands found my hair and I started tugging at it. The conversation was just making my anxiety rise. Gentle tattooed hands took mine in theirs and pulled them away from my head.

“No, love bug. You’ve been dating him since two weeks before Florida.” I took a deep breath and nodded. At least that was one thing I hadn’t been stupid about.

“I don’t understand.” I sniffled, pulling my hands away and rubbing my tears away.

“It ok. And I’m sorry for all of this. But you can ask as many questions as you want and I will answer them.

“B-but we never had sex. We kissed but I thought it was just-I’m so stupid.” I sobbed, dropping my head again.

“No you aren’t. I thought you just weren’t ready for sex because you never showed any interest so I didn’t push for it.” He scooted closer to me and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I dropped my head to his chest and clung to his shirt. “I should have made it more clear.”

“How did we-how did I get so confused?”

“I never out right asked you to be my girlfriend. I guess I just assumed we were on the same page about what was happening between us.” There was a heavy silence between us for a moment before he spoke up again. “I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship. We can go back to just that if you would prefer.”

“I think I just need some time. I don’t know what to think.” Chris nodded and kissed my temple before standing up.

“I’ll just go out and tell Ricky.” He left the room without another word and left me to think about everything. It wasn’t Ricky’s fault that this happened, and it wasn’t Chris’ either. I had just been clueless and now had to figure out what I wanted to do. Obviously, they had no problem sharing me but did I want that? I stood up, still in my clothes from yesterday and grabbed my coat that was on the desk chair before going over to the window. I slid it open quietly and crawled out, thankful that Ricks room was on the ground floor. The chill and flurries of snow brushed my skin and I shuddered, I guess it had started snowing while I was asleep. Ricks parents lived on a decent amount of land so I slipped away into the tree line behind the home easily, walking for 10 minutes before ending up on the edge of a river.

There was a fine layer of snow coating everything and it seemed like even the birds wanted nothing to do with it, the silence deafening as I sat on the edge of the bank and watched the water flow through the rocks and logs that littered the stream. Despite the cold I felt numb. I didn’t know how I would handle the boys when I got back and I didn’t even know if I wanted to.

Suddenly everything made sense. The way everyone insisted he was my boyfriend, the cute dinners he would take me to for no reason, all the vacations he would take me on, insisting I not pay for a thing despite my being able to. It also explained why Rick was so calm about me traveling with him and insisting I make sure to let Chris know when I was going somewhere alone.

The wind started picking up around me so I pulled my hood up, unaware of the impending storm that was headed my way. I didn’t want to lose both of my boys and I had the thought about them sharing me but now presented with the option I was terrified.

“Casey what the hell?” I heard behind me. I turned to see Ricky and Chris walking towards me with very concerned looks on their faces. “We have a blizzard blowing in and you decide to run off in it?” The guitarist scolded me, coming to my side and taking my bare hands in his. “Baby girl, you’re freezing. What were you thinking?” He asked, blowing hot air on my hands and rubbing them with his gloved hands.

“Sorry.” I whispered. I didn’t know what to say as they both took a seat on either side of me and started trying to warm me up.

“Love bug, we were terrified. Please don’t run off like that again.” Chris murmured, pulling a beanie out of his pocket and tugging it down over my cold ears.

“I’m scared.” I cried, dropping my head onto Ricky and I’s clasped ones.

“Why? We’re not going anywhere unless you tell us to get lost.” Ricky huffed a laugh. “But I’d prefer we had this conversation somewhere a little warmer.” I let out a broken giggle and shook my head.

“Everyone knew.” I whimpered.

“I know baby. But you know now and we’ll figure it out together.” The singer murmured, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “There is no use freezing yourself over this so why don’t we go back to Ricks place and talk some more?” I nodded and we stood to our feet to start trekking through the woods back to the warm confines of the house. The snow got heavier the closer we got but we managed to make it back safely, shaking ourselves of the snow in the front hall before removing our shoes and going into the kitchen.

“Chris, go ahead and take her to my room. I’ll make us all some hot chocolate and join you in a minute.” The singer hummed in acknowledgement and took my still freezing hand in his to pull me back to the bedroom. He dropped my hand and started digging through Rickys drawers before pulling out an old band shirt of his and some black sweats.

“Lets get you into some dry clothes.” He pulled my wet shirt over my head, leaving me exposed and while I wanted to cover myself in shame, I was too exhausted. Once he stripped me, he pulled the shirt over my head and placed my hands on his shoulders to help me step into the sweats. “Come here.” He pulled back the covers and helped me climb into the bed before joining me and pulling me into his arms.

“I’m sorry.” I said through chattering teeth.

“We were so scared when you weren’t here.” I nuzzled under his chin and placed a kiss to his clothed chest.

“It won’t happen again.” I promised. Ricky came around the corner with a tray that had three steaming mugs on it and set it on the side table before crawling in on my other side.

“It better not.” My guitarist chuckled passing us all our cups of hot chocolate.

“I want both of you. I just-what will everyone think?” I mumbled.

“Well seeing as everyone already thought we were dating I don’t think they will care.” Chris teased me.

“But the fans-“

“Strange Chris, I didn’t realize we were in a relationship with the fans. Or that their opinions matter.” Rick popped off with a hint of humor in his voice.

“I didn’t either. We should really have a talk with them because this is completely unfair to us.”

“Shut up you stupids.” I whined.

“Baby, you are the only one that gets to make the decision what you do. We’ll support you no matter what.” Both of them were giving me reassuring smiles and I melted. “You were pretty much dating us both before so we can continue on like that. With you actually informed this time. Or if you just want to be with Rick I will understand.” I looked between them and could tell that they were both very nervous with what I would decide.

“I want both of you.” I finally admitted. The beaming grins that they gave me were worth it as they both started placing kisses all over my face and making me giggle. “Stop it!” I laughed, trying to bat them away. “Chris?” I looked up at the singer who was watching me with such a soft smile. “I love you. Like as a boyfriend this time.” He let out a chuckle and kissed my temple.

“I love you too pumpkin. And you have just made me the happiest man in the world.”

#motionless in white #miw band #chris motionless #chris cerulli #ricky olson #ricky olson fanfic #chris motionless fanfic

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ch4p3lofbl00d · 6 months

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I love you~Chris Motionless

Y/N Pov:

Another day at school. Another day that I have to deal with the bullying. I've been at this school for three years now. Everyday, I get bullied for being goth; I wear spiked chokers and if I'm feeling like it, I wear spiked boots.

I shaved my eyebrows and draw them on everyday. Most people think that I'm satanic or a devil worshiper. It makes me laugh, but recently it hasn't. The jocks at my school are all football players and if you get in their way, they'll beat the actual shit out of you.

They've punched, kicked, slapped, threw disgusting words at me, and more than that. There was only one boy at this school who understood you. In a school filled with jocks and popular girls it was hard to be yourself, but it didn't stop me. It didn't stop Christopher Cerulli either.

I had a crush on him; he was the sweetest person ever. He was the only other person who dressed like me. He was also the only person who I would talk to. Everyone else were dick heads who slam you into lockers if you didn't do something right or even walk past them to get to your class on time.

I sighed as I looked over at the desk next to me; he still wasn't here. Just as I looked up, I saw him running to the back where our desks were. I smiled, and heard him quietly say "did I miss anything"

I quickly shooked my head "no" and said "you were just in time" I smiled at him as he flashed a quick smile back at me.

I felt butterflies, but I tried to push them away by focusing on my work. I bit the end of my pen as I tried to figure out a question. I guess Chris saw this because he whispered the answer to me "it's 1,000"

I smiled at him, and whispered "thank you, Chris". I saw him smiled back at me, and say "No problem, Y/N" I smiled as i looked back down at my book.

I finished up the last few math questions I had, and closed my book, just as the bell rang. I put my book in my bag, and threw my bag over my shoulder. I walked out of class with Chris right by my side.

We walked to the cafeteria together side by side, but I stopped walking. A few days ago, Chris didn't come to school due to being sick, so that cause my bullies to start bullying me. They started throwing things at me and started calling me horrible names.

I just ignored it until I got home; I spend hours in my bathroom crying. All because of some jerks. I shaked myself out of my trance, and saw Chris looking concerned. "You okay, Y/N?"

I quickly nodded, and said "I'm gonna skip lunch. I'm not that hungry" I saw Chris shake his head, disapproving of my decision, and he said "come on Y/N. You have been skipping lunch for days. I wanna eat with my best friend"

I sighed as I smiled, and said "okay. I'll meet you for lunch in 5" I saw Chris nod, and run to the cafeteria. I sighed as I walked to my locker to put my backpack and books in there. I can't believe Chris talked me into eating lunch with him today.

It's not like I don't want to, I just don't want the bullies to come after him too. I sighed, and walked to where Chris was standing by a table. "You came!"

I nodded while smiling, and said "of course, I came! I wanted to eat lunch with my best friend" I saw Chris smile at me, and pull out a chair for me to sit in.

I nervously sat down and looked around the room as Chris went and got us some food. I sighed when I spotted my bullies. I tried to hie the best that I could without them spotting me, but to my luck, I failed.

They saw me and immediately started throwing trash at me. I'm just glad that Chris wasn't here to see this; he didn't deserve to be bullied either. He was too sweet and caring.

I looked down as I felt someone throw a tomato at me. That's definitely gonna leave a bruise. I felt tears threatening to come out, then I heard a voice say "Leave Y/N the fuck alone"

I stood up, and slowly walked over to Chris as more garbage was getting thrown at my back. "Chris, I don't want them to start bullying you too"

I saw Chris shake his head, and say "it's okay. I just want you safe. I love you Y/N more than a friend" I stood there shocked, Chris liked me back? "I... I... Love you too.."

I saw Chris smile and walk over to me, pulling me into his arms "I love you so much. Those assholes are never ever gonna mess with you again. My horror queen" I smiled as he said this; we stood there, staring at each other as we slowly leaned in and it was so weird, feeling Chris's soft lips on mine, but it felt nice.

We stayed like this for a few more minutes, until we both heard everyone in the cafeteria "awe" I giggled as Chris pulled me out of the cafeteria and we went to our next class. I never thought that this would happen, but I'm so glad that it did.

Thank you for reading! :)

#fanfiction #fanfic #emo #motionless in white #motionless in white imagine #chris motionless #2000s emo #chris motionless imagine #chris motionless fan fiction #chris cerulli #motionless in white imagines #motionless in white fan fiction #motionless in white fanfic

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ladyveronikawrites · 1 month

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@nerdraging4point0 and I bring you ::

DOMINATE THE GAME : EXHIBITION

Pairing: Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x Female Readerx Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless

By expanding the post, you consent to being over the age of 18.

CW: .This is an alternate universe story with only names and likenesses used in creation of a character. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction. Please review the content warning before proceeding. 18+ MNDI, any minors interacting with my work will be blocked, this is for your safety as well as my own.

Coach/athlete au, coach athlete sexual relationship, [all parties regardless of being fiction are of legal age of consent]

The National Women’s Soccer League Anti-Harassment Policy: This policy prohibits the use of coercion, force, intimidation, or Power Imbalance to pursue sexual contact or an intimate relationship of any sort.

The story includes: POV switching, oral (male and female receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cum eating, panty sniffing, swearing, alcohol consumption, a little subby Chris, it's filthy and smutty threesome

If I missed anything please let me know💜

This is real person fiction; Fiction based on real people in fictitious situations.

word count: 6k PART ONE

A/N: Huge shout out to @nerdraging4point0 for collaborating with me on this. EVERYONE GO FOLLOWER HER AND READ HER WORK THANK YOU! also thank you to @tearfallpixie and @beaker1636 for cheerleading and all of your support!

I had no idea a part two would come from this, but here we are.

With love,

Lady Raging🗡️

With an iron grip, Kate yanks you by the wrist, plowing through the swarming mass of bodies that is quickly consuming the bar. Only minutes before, you had been nestled in bed reading until she disrupted your peace.

"You fucking graduated college, and all you do to celebrate is read?! Bitch, let's go." And here you are, knowing damn well that in 2.5 seconds, she's going to be up some guy's business trying to get dicked down one last time before she moves, and you will be left alone once again at the bar.

She raps her knuckles sharply on the lacquered wood, flagging down the harried bartender. Not wasting a second, she barks an order for a round of shots, her foot tapping impatiently to the pounding music. You scan the cramped space, anxiety rising as you take in the crush of people, loud and suffocating. "Let's drink to your 4.0!" Her grin is wide, and she means well. But the dark romance novel still calls your name back home. There was a biker gang…tall, muscular tattooed men….

"Fine," you huff, sending a death stare her way as you plop down on the stool. "Just one."

Thankfully, Kate had ordered something sweet to make the experience a little more tolerable; you still wince when the saccharine liquid coats the back of your throat. You shake yourself as the burn subsides, the alcohol numbing your nerves almost instantly.

"Wanna play a round of pool with me?" Kate asks, giving you her sweet puppy eyes, adding a pout for extra flare. Because Kate can't do anything less than over the top.

"Please!" She sips the first of many fruity concoctions of the night, waiting for your response.

You look at the pool table and back to her. So far, no one is playing, but there are a lot of people nearby drinking and laughing, minding their own business. That's a lot of people who will definitely be judging you for how you play. Especially next to the Pool Goddess herself. Kate doesn't let you win; she makes you work for it. Even tonight, on this special day. And you know why she asked you; you are her bait to get dicked down by some helpless guy that walks into her trap.

Kate is smart, beautiful, and cunning.

Your mind drifts back to the ruthless MC, four best friends covered from head to toe in tattoos..what I wouldn't do to get between all of them…do whatever they ask…

Kate clears her throat, effectively yanking you from your lusty daydream about fictional characters from a book.

"Ok, fine, go get the round set up, I'll be over, but I need to pee, or I'm going to burst." You scramble to the bathroom before she can question your sanity.

Your trip to the bathroom is quick but might as well have been hours with the sudden change in atmosphere. The bar is packed now, bodies pressed together, the buzz of drunken chatter filling your ears. You emerge from the bathroom into the pulsing crowd, your eyes scanning the sea of strangers for Kate.

There - in the corner by the pool table. Some tall, faceless man has her pinned against the felt, hands on her hips, breath hot against her neck as he pretends to show her how to hold the cue. She's lapping up the attention, giggling coyly like she's never played a game in her life.

The sweaty bodies press in on all sides as you slide through the crowded bar, eager to escape the suffocating heat. You need air. Now. Claustrophobia claws at your gut, urging you to flee this den of iniquity. But just as you reach for your wallet to pay the tab, a gruff voice rumbles behind you.

"Congratulations, captain."

You whirl around, ready to unleash your frustration on the presumptuous stranger. But the words died on your lips - tall, muscular, with a chiseled jawline barely visible under the shadow of his black baseball cap. Aviator sunglasses obscuring his eyes, even in the bar's dim light.

Who wears sunglasses inside? What a fucking ego.

But then you see the crooked grin spreading across his face. No. It couldn't be.

"C-coach Davis?" you stammer, taking a desperate gulp of whiskey to steady your nerves. The alcohol burns your throat but does nothing to dampen the fire now raging inside you.

Damn him. Just his presence made you weak. Made you want. Made you remember all those secret, stolen moments in the equipment room after practice. The way he'd pin you against the lockers, claiming you with rough, urgent kisses.

Your shudder consumes you, equal parts irritated and aroused. You needed to get out of here before you did something stupid. But with him blocking your path, escape would not come easy.

The noisy bar closes in around you as he leans over. His shirt grazes your skin, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, as familiar as the day he left. The stubble on his jaw and down his neck makes you want to reach out and touch him. With a crook of his finger, he catches the bartender's eye, commanding a shot without a word.

He says nothing, silent, as he tilts his head back and lets the liquid slide down his throat. His tongue darts out to catch the last sweet drop, reluctant to let even a taste escape. Setting the empty glass down with a quiet clink, his lips curve into a heated smile—your heart races as you meet his gaze, cheeks burning under the intensity of his stare.

"How about one more extra…practice to celebrate all of your victories?"

His words are like smoke, low and tempting, beckoning you into his flames. Nodding, breathless, eager to let him take the lead.

I watch him strut over to her at the bar, his determination palpable despite the sunglasses under his cap. His movements like a prowling beast zeroing in on its next victim. I'd warned him to back off; he'd sworn to me he would. After I toss back another shot, adding the glass to the graveyard already cluttering my table. As I rake a hand through my hair, there’s a whiff of fresh hair dye—a drastic change for me, but one I'd desperately needed. Feeling my unease amplify as I observe their encounter unfold, equal parts fascinated and unsettled. Though I itch to intervene, some twisted part of me craved to see how it would all play out.

Temptation has a way of slinking into your life when you least expect it, like a tiger on the prowl. I knew that danger all too well. I'd walked that path before, thinking I was in control, only to get mauled for my troubles. The scars still ache on cold nights.

So when I saw Noah falling under that spell, I felt a familiar unease. Could this alluring creature be his undoing, too? I watch them leave the bar hand in hand, her fingers intertwined with his. The sight triggers memories I thought I'd left behind. I throw some money on the bar and follow, unnerved but unable to look away. Some lessons you just have to learn the hard way. But maybe, just maybe, I could keep Noah from the same fate. This time, I had to try.

My throat tightens as I raise my hand to knock, my pulse quickening. I don't want to jeopardize my friendship with Noah, but if he's in there with her...this could ruin him. I take a deep breath and rap my knuckles against the door. When it swings open, my eyes widen at the sight - Noah and her, tangled together, eyes blown wide and lips bitten red. Noah recovers smoothly, clearing his throat as he untangles himself from her embrace. He's straightening his shirt with shaking hands, his hat and shades gone, and I feel my eyes roll.

"What's up, Cerulli?" he asks lightly, but I can hear the strain in his voice. I quickly shove my raised hand into my pocket, glancing at the floor as my thoughts begin to spiral. I shouldn't have come, but now that I'm here…

Your mouth falls open as you stare at the man just outside your door. It's Coach Chris, but he barely resembles the mentor you knew just months ago. His once-neat blonde hair is now shaved on the sides, the remaining purple locks wild on top. You swallow hard, knowing there's no rule against being with Coach Davis now that you've graduated. But the shame still burns hot on your cheeks as you meet his eyes.

"C-Coach, I…” you stammer, unable to find the words to explain yourself under his dark gaze. You've let him down and the weight of it crushes your chest, leaving you anxious and tongue-tied before the man you once admired.

He crosses the room toward you, and an unfamiliar expression clouds his rugged features. It's a look you've never seen on his face, a heady mix of desire and urgency that makes your pulse quicken. With feline grace, he brushes past Coach Davis, those muscular arms reaching and grasping until his large hands cradle your face in their warmth. His lips crush against yours, claiming you in a searing kiss that steals your breath away. You melt into him, kissing him back feverishly, your body igniting at his touch.

The soft click of the door barely registers through the haze of lust. You open your eyes to see Coach Davis leaning against the wall, his heated gaze devouring you both. Spurred on by his attention, you press yourself harder against Coach Chris’ firm body, moaning into his mouth. Noah hisses in response, his eyes dark with longing from across the room.

Chris pulls away from you abruptly, leaving you stumbling backward, breathless, as your back slams against the wall.

"I-I'm s-s-so sorry, I shouldn't have-" His breath catches, words faltering as his tattooed fingers brush over his lips, still burning from your kiss.

“No more apologizing. Just kiss me.” You push off the wall and charge at Chris pressing his body against the edge of the counter. Enough with the stalling. You just want to be devoured by these two tattooed giants.

Pulling yourself up on your tiptoes at the same time you wrap your arms around his neck, you pull him in close. His lips are still and hesitant and when you glance up at him, you find a storm raging behind his big brown eyes.

“I just graduated Summa cum laude,” your confidence falters. “Now fuck me... Please,” Your harsh demand fades into a whisper when his eyes darken.

A shiver of excitement ripples through you as Noah takes his place behind you, pressing you firmly into Chris, trapping you between their hard bodies. Chris's resolve breaks, and he leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. At the same time, Noah's hips grind against your ass, his hard cock pressing against you as he grips your hips and pulls you closer. Your hands wander under Chris's shirt, fingers grazing over the hard planes of his chest.

"Ah fuck!" you cry out as Noah's teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck, nibbling and sucking.

"Don't focus on him. Look at me," Chris commands, grasping your chin with slender, tattooed fingers. "Feel what I'm doing to you." He punctuates each word with feather-light kisses along your cheeks and mouth, teasing, tempting. You lean into him desperately, craving more of his touch and taste. Dizzy with desire, you're caught between them, Chris's lips igniting your nerves while Noah marks your neck with rough, claiming bites.

"More," you breathe, drunk on the ecstasy of their passion.

Your body is alight with need, every caress and kiss pushing you closer to the edge. Noah answers your plea by gripping your waist and turning you around to face him. Once he has you where he wants you, his hands come to the sides of your face, tilting your head up slightly to meet his lips, rough and relentless as he pushes you back against Chris, his tongue spearing your lips apart. His parted lips muffle your moans as another pair of large hands snake down your front to work your buttons and zipper loose of your denim shorts.

“I bet you're dripping for us, hmm?” Chris’ husky voice mixes in with the wet sounds of bitten lips and battling tongues. Sliding your panties aside, he parts your silken folds with two thick fingers. “Fuuuuck,” he groans as he thrusts his fingers inside you, his harsh movement pulls you against his chest, detaching your mouth from Noah’s. Noah doesn’t miss a beat as he moves to nibble at your neck. Your mind is overwhelmed by their touch, both soft and demanding.

“Coach, want a taste?”

The sudden rumble against your back makes your eyes pop open wide. Your stomach tightens as insecurity washes over you as his words penetrate the hormonal haze in your brain. What if he doesn’t like the way I taste? What if-

Time slows around you as you watch Chris present Noah with his glistening fingers. Noah’s hands don’t leave your hips as he leans down and starts to lick at the other coach’s inked digits. He moans approvingly as the fingers slide further down his throat. The sounds the two men make as you stand sandwiched between them has your pussy throbbing.

Noah’s cheeks hollow as Chris’s digits fall slowly off his parted lips. With a lustful sigh, he pulls you close to his body, lips crashing to yours as his tongue pushes forcefully past your lips. The taste of you is still on his tongue as your mouths dance. You melt against him, caught up in the heat of the moment, as he claims your mouth hungrily. Chris pulls your hair aside kissing the small exposed spaces of your neck and shoulders.

Your heart sinks when Noah pulls from you, but when his hot breath brushes against your ear, your thighs clench together.

“I need more,” he growls before nipping at your earlobe.

“Answer him, champ- do you want to give him more?” Suddenly the men step away from you giving you space to breathe, to think. You look between your two coaches.

Your usual confidence, the one you use to lead your team, returns to your voice, “Yes, Coach, yes I do.”

Your lips curve into a seductive grin as you watch the pair devour you with their eyes. Even in the short time the coaches have worked together they have found their rhythm and you can't wait to see what they have planned for you.

Chris spins you around pressing your bodies together his hands sliding down your body. With commanding hands, he grips your thighs and growls, "Up." You eagerly jump into his arms, craving his touch. Your legs wrap tightly around his muscular waist as the three of you move together in perfect sync.

Noah removes your shirt, his fingers working swiftly. The bra straps slip down your shoulders. Chris’ forehead presses against yours, his eyes gazing deeply into your own.

"Bedroom?" he whispers.

You nod eagerly, tongue darting out to wet your lips. With a push off the kitchen counter, he’s crossing the living room with you in his arms. Your mouth seeks his tattooed skin, kissing, tasting. From behind, Coach Davis' eyes dark with lust. Eyes locked with his, you melt into Chris’s embrace, anticipation rising. The bedroom door closes, sealing the three of you in ecstasy.

Chris tosses you to the bed flopping on the mattress with such force you bounce off the soft blankets, the two coaches standing at the edge of your bed staring intensely down at you. You watch as Chris’ tattooed hands grip the hem of his shirt.

“Stop, allow me.” His hands freeze in their place, eyes tracking your sudden movement. The world slows around you as you rise from the bed, the air thick with tension. Your hands push him away as you take hold of the fabric. You look up at the man who’s coached you throughout college, who’s been leading you since day one. His devilish smile softens as you lift the hem of his shirt. He sighs when he pulls the rest of the shirt off, his breath quickens as your hands explore his tattooed skin.

“Oh fuck,” your mouth pops open as you take in the coach you've known for years.

You had no idea he was covered in tattoos. You've seen the exposed skin of his arms and neck when he wears his short-sleeved cotton shirts, but nothing could have prepared you for this.

Instinctually, you reach for the button of his pants, but he gasps your wrists in his large hands. “Easy tiger, not yet...” You huff, disappointed looking down at your bound wrists, suddenly aware of how large he is compared to you.

“We have all night,” he smirks.

The scales are tipping back and forth in my mind as I weigh the pros and cons of my current situation. How did things go from me trying to talk Noah out of this to him convincing me it's a good idea?

She's been one of my top players since her freshman year. I've worked closely with her for eight months now, when she became captain, strategizing plays and positions. I told myself she was just another student-athlete. I had a responsibility, an obligation. She trusted me. But I didn't trust myself.

I've been down this road before. When I was coaching softball, there was a student I fell for. I didn't think I would sleep with her, but I did. I quit soon after - I was filled with shame and regret. Worse still, I couldn't bear seeing her every day and not wanting her each time she passed me in the hall. This time, when those late-night practice feelings arose, all I had to do was text her. I'd take care of my needs at home and that would be the end of it. But my tiger called things off last spring; something about getting engaged and not wanting to hurt the guy like that. As if she hadn't been sexting me behind his back the whole year they dated. Women can be complicated.

Everything has changed. The old rules and limits that held me back are gone. For the first time, I can pursue my desires without guilt or shame weighing me down. There's a thrill in getting what I want with no consequences, but I know that freedom comes with a price. But at this moment, nothing is complicated.

Her pants slide down her hips as my fingers find the elastic waistband, tugging them off in fevered jerks. Our kiss doesn't break for a second as she shimmies to help me undress her. My hands are greedy for the feel of her bare skin. We're both breathing hard, lost in this heated moment.

The warmth of her body beckons as she sinks onto the bed's edge. I kneel before her like a man at worship, guiding her legs onto my shoulders with a reverent touch. Her fingers run through my hair but hold me back as I push her panties aside.

"No, no, don’t fight me," I whisper, leaning closer, inhaling her scent.

She whimpers at the first touch of my tongue, tightening her grip on my hair. I feel her thighs tremble, threatening to close, but I lick deeper anyway. She tastes of honey and spice and everything nice.

Sensing her resistance, I grasp those luscious thighs, knowing my force will leave marks on her come morning - marks she'll press her fingers to and remember this night. A throaty moan escapes her lips as I claim her.

“Lay back, it’s Coach Davis’ turn.” Chris coos as he wipes your release from his chin.

Hungry for more, you flash Noah a wicked grin before sliding off your lace panties. Something mischievous sparks in you and you ball up your panties and toss them at him. With his tall frame, he barely moves a muscle, effortless when he brings them up to his face and sniffs.

Of-fucking-course.

You shake your head giggling to yourself as you lay back on the bed. A small yelp tumbles from your parted lips when soft lips brush against your thigh. Looking down, you find Noah right at home between your thighs.

All of a sudden, Chris' slender fingers grip your chin pulling your attention from the brown-haired coach kissing and nibbling at the tender flesh of your thighs. His lips wander closer and closer to where you want him most.

Your vision fills with dark brown eyes like walking in the thick forest after it rains, it’s eerie yet calming at the same time. Slowly, your gaze shifts to the mirror behind him, sucking in a breath at the erotic sight your mouth drops to the floor - Noah buried between your thighs, his tongue working its magic while Chris’ tattooed hands and painted nails settle around your throat.

"Doesn't he look pretty like that?" Chris purrs, his voice dripping with lust. His grip tightens ever so slightly as you start to writhe with pleasure.

"Fuuuuck.” The vibration of Noah’s voice against your slick flesh makes you shudder.

Chris moves to sit beside you, one hand still wrapped around your throat while the other roams greedily over your body. You cry out as he pinches a hardened nipple, the sting blending deliciously with the pleasure mounting inside you.

"Relax," he breathes, trailing kisses up your jaw that leave you melting into the pillows. You obey, giving yourself over completely to the ecstasy they're creating.

"That's it," Chris praises, his smile wicked and hungry.

You're lost in a haze of passion, every nerve singing as they play your body like an instrument. Chris leans in, ghosting his parted lips over your cheek before nipping at your earlobe. “Can I kiss you again?” he whispers in your ear. A shiver spider crawls up your spine as he ghosts feather light kisses to your ear then trailing down your jaw, waiting for your answer.

“Answer him, darling,” Noah grunts as he thrusts a finger inside your slick walls.

“I-uh-” your brain short circuits, overwhelmed by the pressure building in your core and the proximity of Chris’ lips to yours. His breath is hot against your skin; the intoxicating concoction of his spicy cologne and his body heat makes your eyelids flutter.

You jolt up suddenly, as another slender finger is thrust inside you. “Answer… Him.” Noah punctuates each word with a thrust of his fingers.

"Yes," you moan, the word spilling desperately from your lips. You lick them, trying to wet your parched mouth. "Please," you beg, voice stronger with need.

Chris smiles, his mouth hovering just out of reach. "Ask nicely," he purrs.

Noah thrusts deep inside you and you arch up with a cry, lips seeking Chris's but denied at the last moment.

"Yes, please," you plead, drunk on desire, "I need you, please."

Noah's lips and tongue hungrily ravage your aching clit as a primal growl erupts from his chest. Chris grabs your face and crushes his mouth to yours in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue between your parted lips. His thumb caresses your cheek with dominant possession, his hand still gripping your throat. Waves of pleasure course through you and you swear you could come right at that moment. Noah clamps down on your trembling thighs with his elbows prying your legs apart wider. You clench around Noah’s fingers.

“I’m so close!” you whine into Chris’ parted lips.

“That’s it champ, you can do it.” He leans over you to pin your hands against the headboard, leaving you at the mercy of Noah’s fingers and tongue. “Stop holding on and let go.” His command is soft yet firm enough to break you. Your eyes roll back as your climax wrecks through your body; Noah licking and sucking your sensitive bud as he finger fucks you through the aftershocks.

Noah sucks at your throbbing clit once more while his fingers continue to thrust in and out of you. He lifts his head to meet your gaze, his pupils blown wide with primal desire. “Come on captain, give me all you got.” Out of nowhere, another orgasm plows through you. Noah is quick to swap his fingers with his tongue, licking and sucking every last drop you give him. When he’s satisfied, he rises from between your legs wiping your sticky release from his chin.

“I’m going to grab us some water, ok?” Noah turns and trots out the door before you can respond in your blissed-out state.

You roll over to your side with a satisfied sigh, your gaze tracking Chris’ hands at the waistband of his jeans. Adjusting to sit upright on the edge of the bed, your breath hitches as you reach out to him once again, you hesitate- heart pounding and when you look up you find a small smile on the coach’s face and he nods. Licking your lips, your fingers work quickly to set his cock free. Chris moans softly when you push his pants and boxers down around his hips. Your eyes roam over the expanse of his tattooed body as he steps out of his clothes.

A subtle flush colors his cheeks when he catches you staring at him; his a little larger than Noah but not by much- his tip red and angry ready for teasing. Chris’ eyebrows furrow slightly when you rise from the bed, his chest heaves with anticipation as you close the distance. He doesn’t say a word when your hands find purchase on his hips, or when you press your tummy against his erect cock, now chest to chest. Pulling yourself up on your tiptoes you tilt your head back and part your lips slightly. He answers your silent plea, lips pressing onto yours, tongues dancing wildly. You could drown in the taste of him, the feel of him pressed hard against you, but you decide it’s your turn to take charge.

You push Chris onto the bed, and at first, his eyes widen, but when you point to the center of the bed- he obeys. The air around you is electric as you crawl over him, settling your thighs on either side of his hips. He hisses when your still slick pussy rubs against his throbbing cock. You know you don’t have much time alone with him and you don’t know how long he will let you take the lead. Forever grateful for the hair tie always around your wrist, you quickly toss your hair into a messy bun before leaning down to kiss him. Your lips graze against his, you pull back when he tries to kiss you back. A small whine tumbles from his parted lips and it ignites a fire in you. You lick and nibble at the script ink on his jaw, teasing your lips closer and closer to his mouth. And then you hear it.

“Please.” It’s hushed and a little strained.

“Please what?” You whisper in the singer’s ear causing his neck and shoulders to quiver.

“K-kiss me, touch me, fuck me.. Please,” he rushes out, his words a jumbling mess as you rut against him. You know you can only give him one thing as you hear footsteps pad through the hallway. You pull his face to yours, smashing his lips, tongues fighting for dominance, lungs begging for air. You rock your hips faster, clit aching for friction, heart racing as the footsteps get louder- you don’t stop as Chris writhes underneath you until-

You freeze, lips still locked when the door creaks open.

“Having fun without me?” Noah huffs a laugh, but you still hear a trace of envy. You part from Chris and watch as his gaze shifts beyond you. You try to turn your head but a pair of hands cover your eyes and grip the side of your face keeping you in place.

“What the hell!?”

“Shhh, relax,” Chris purrs into your ear, and his dominance returns in an instant. Suddenly, something frigid and moist is pressed against your inner thigh. “The fuck?!” you shriek as your body tenses and shivers. “Please I-” and as soon as you start, the cold is gone only to be replaced by warm hands caressing the tender flesh of your thighs. “Fuck you,” you curse when fingernails dig into your skin.

“She’s a mouthy one, coach,” Chris chuckles darkly in front of you. All of once the hands leave your eyes and thighs. Before you, Chris holds a bottle of water, and the bed creeks as Noah shifts behind you.

“Drink up champ.” You begin to grasp at the bottle but he pulls away. “Uh uh, open up.” Your brows furrow in confusion until he opens his mouth and sticks out his long tongue.

Oh!

Tilting your head back, you shut your eyes tight, and pop open your mouth wide. Cool water trickles down the back of your throat, soothing you instantly. Once you’ve had your fill, you push away his hands to signal you’re finished.

“Good girl,” he beams, then takes a swig from his bottle.

“How am I doing coach?”

“You’re a real MVP.” He winks at you before turning to set his and your water down.

The calloused fingertips dancing across your still moist lower lip, send shivers down your spine. Chris' husky voice tingles your ears as he purrs, "What else can this filthy mouth do?"

Before you can respond, Noah's strong hand encircles your throat, firm yet gentle as he lifts you from your slouched position in Chris' lap. You rise to your knees, back arched, eyes locked with Chris’ penetrating gaze. Noah gathers your hair from your messy bun in his tattooed fingers, gripping tightly as his other hand grasps your jaw.

"Open up, baby girl," he growls. You comply eagerly, slackening your jaw.

"Wider," Chris demands, his voice thick with lust. You obey, mouth agape, pulse racing.

"Just like that," Noah praises in your ear. "Good girl."

Ecstatic groans fill the room as Noah guides you down to Chris’ throbbing cock, eager fingers tangling in your hair. Chris’s length pulses against your lips, velvet heat enveloping him as you take him deep. Your tongue caresses every ridge, relishing his taste, his scent, losing yourself in this act of pure pleasure. Noah’s breath is hot and urgent in your ear, his words kindling the fire within.

“That’s it, good girl.”

Chris’s fingers tighten in your hair as Noah releases his grip, hips bucking, chasing that sweet oblivion. You ache to give it to him, to drive him over the edge with your mouth alone. Every muffled cry fans the flames of your own desire. Noah’s hand trails down your back following the curve of your ass to drop between your legs. Sliding two fingers into you, your walls stretch around his thick fingers until he’s down to the knuckle, making you surge forward thrusting Chris deeper in your mouth, it’s all so much to take in. Noah moves his fingers skillfully as you continue to bob your head back and forth. Nothing exists beyond this room, this bed, beyond Chris swelling heavy on your tongue and Noah’s lips tracing the shell of your ear.

“Come for us,” Noah whispers, and you shudder with need, ready to obey.

Noah's hard thrust of his fingers sends you surging forward, lips wrapped tight around Chris's thick length. "Mmffuck," Chris groans, fisting your hair to keep you still, slowing his urgent pace. Noah's lips graze your back in a tender kiss before his palm cracks sharply against your ass.

"Open up," he commands gruffly. You obey, spreading your legs wide, aching for him. With one powerful stroke, he's buried to the hilt, hips slamming into your ass. You cry out around Chris, drowning in bliss, loving their dominance. Hands gripping, cocks filling, they own you completely.

Your body trembles as Chris fills your mouth, his swollen cock sliding over your tongue. You moan around him, taking him deeper with each bob of your head. Behind you, Noah's thrusts quicken, pushing you further onto Chris with every slick slide.

"That's it, champ," Chris hisses, fisting your hair. "Relax for me."

You try to obey, loosening your throat as Noah's pace pushes you down Chris's length. Tears prick your eyes but you breathe through your nose, focused only on pleasuring them both.

"So beautiful like this," Noah groans, his nails digging into your hips. You clench around him, so close to the edge.

Chris hits the back of your throat and you swallow instinctively. "Fuck. Gonna come down this tight little throat."

You moan eagerly at his words, your own climax rushing up to meet you. You want them to use you, to take their pleasure, and mark you as theirs. You suck Chris harder, ready to swallow every drop as Noah pounds you from behind, driving you right over the edge into dizzying ecstasy.

You feel your orgasm building as you moan and scream around Chris's cock, still hard inside your mouth. Noah is pounding into you from behind, his thick length filling you up. "Fuck," Noah groans. "You're gonna come for us, huh baby girl?" You nod desperately, unable to speak with Chris's grip on your hair.

Your body tenses, muscles clenching as you hover on the edge. You hear Noah cursing as he gets close. Opening your eyes, you look up at Chris. His eyes are closed in ecstasy. You tap his thigh, wanting him to watch you come undone. When his eyes meet yours, it pushes him over the edge. "Jesus Christ," he moans, spilling down your throat. You swallow every drop, milking him as he trembles.

"Shit," Noah growls as he finds his release, pumping you full of his seed. Chris pulls out of your mouth and you gasp for air, jaw aching. Noah slides free and you collapse back onto your heels, thoroughly used and satisfied.

“Come on, champ we gotta clean you up.” Together, the coaches pull you up from the bed, looping their arms around your shoulders, they work in tandem to walk you to the bathroom.

Chris turns on the shower while Noah distracts you with his teeth and tongue. Your body is set ablaze once again, despite already being thoroughly used. Suddenly, you’re being torn away from Noah and another pair of lips claim yours. The sound of slapped skin echoes through the small room as Chris is pressed against you with force. He moans into your mouth and a small giggle erupts as you imagine what Noah saw when he smacked Chris’ ass. Fingers grip around your wrist and you feel your body being pulled toward the shower. You don't mind being passed around like a soccer ball passed from one coach to the other.

“Let’s clean you up, captain,” Coach Davis’ tone of authority returns but softens with a wink and a peck to your lips. He guides you into the shower, the warm water envelops you as you close your eyes and let it soothe you. You melt into the touch at your hips, moaning into a pair of lips on yours. You don’t care who it is, you know they will take care of you, even if it’s for only tonight. Your thoughts sour at the idea of them leaving, each of them supporting you and pushing you to be the best player out on the field. You know they can help you be the best version of yourself. You are pulled from your melancholy when two hands grip your hips and twirl you around. Stumbling, over your feet from the slick floor you crash into another solid chest; sandwiched between two coaches again.

“Easy there tiger,” Chris growls in your ear.

You barely have time to process what is happening when another pair of lips capture yours. Pressed up against a firm chest, your head rolls back when you gasp for breath. The air around you is hot and thick from the steam and the large bodies closing you in. Melting into Noah behind you, you close your eyes just for a second focusing on filling your lungs with air. You shiver slightly when his arms brush against your sides, pressing Chris’ firm body and hard-on against your tummy. His dick twitches making you giggle, but suddenly your suck in a breath when you hear wet noises above you. When you peer through your lashes you find the two coaches kissing. It’s rushed and sloppy with bitten lips and dancing tongues.

“Fuck.” Your pussy flutters at the erotic sight, which is only heightened by the water dripping down Chris’ hair turning it dark violet. You raise your hand to brush his hair away from his eyes, but yelp when it's gripped by another and yanked backward at the same time Chris’ hands clasp at your face pulling you into a searing kiss.

“I need to wash these, princess,” Noah coos in your ear as he brushes his fingertips up and down your arms. Your only response is a loud moan when Chris nips at your lower lips as Noah begins to wash your body. You let the men take turns kissing and cleaning you. By the time the water runs cold, the three of you are thoroughly clean and satisfied once again.

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Chris Motionless x Reader

Shades of Purple

Part 2: Violet

Warnings: Language, Mention of Ronnie Radke, angst, lil bit of fluff

A/N: So sorry this took a bit to come out, writers block is a bitch sometimes and now I’m in a band so some of my focus is with that, so please be patient with me :,)

(also that pic of Chris has me in a chokehold 🤭)

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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/740770553010454528/shades-of-purple

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/742491105694810112/shades-of-purplel

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“Oh, one more thing..” The man said, catching my attention. I stopped in my tracks to look at him. “That’s a lovely shade of purple on you, darling.”

I could feel myself blushing at his compliment. “O-oh, thank you.” I stuttered before turning my head quickly to hide my blush.

I could hear him chuckle before walking the other way.

“Be seeing you, little dove.” He said before he was gone.

Woah.

That man…

He was quite the charmer, wasn’t he?

The whole time I walked to the holding room, I thought about him. The way he spoke so intelligently, the way he smiled..

The girls must’ve taken notice of how I was acting based on their reactions while we were waiting for Todd and Elizabeth.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Your face is red.” Aurora asked, glancing at me with concern.

“Is it? Oh god.” I said, rubbing my arm.

“Run into anyone cute?” Estella asked with a wink.

I averted my eyes in the other direction, smiling shyly, “Perhaps..”

“Ooo, was he cute?” Estella asked curiously, leaning forward.

“Yeah, he was. He was rather charming..” I admitted, blushing a bit.

“Aw, that’s so cute! You’re blushing!” Aurora pointed out, smiling.

I laughed nervously and shrugged it off, “It’s not important though. It’s not like I’ll see him again anyway.”

“There you girls are!” Elizabeth shouted, walking into the room. “Come now, the bidding is about to start!” She guided us to the back stage, where a bunch of other people were standing.

“Make us good money now.” Todd said, walking to the back corner with Elizabeth, crossing his arms.

I could hear the spokesman welcoming everyone to the auction.

Here we go…

My last moments of freedom..

I could feel my heart racing, how I hadn’t passed out yet was beyond me.

The group of people got smaller and smaller as they were put on the stage for vampires to bid on.

I could see poor Aurora next to be out on stage. We shot glances at each other and waved goodbye for the last time. My heart hurt as I saw her walk away. I’d never see her again. I’d never see her or Estella ever again. My best friends would be gone from my life and that fucked with my heart.

There was one thing I couldn’t get off my mind however..

The encounter I had with that man still played in my head.

The way that he saved me from my possible death and acted as if it was no big deal..

A part of me hoped to see him again..

………………………………………………………….

Third Person POV

Little did Y/N know, Christopher couldn’t keep her out of his mind either.

She was a pretty thing, wasn’t she?

Yes, that girl in that plum purple dress had caught the vampire’s attention as she ran down those halls, desperately searching for that damned holding room.

He had watched closely as she bumped into Ronnie, and how he had almost taken advantage of her. He couldn’t have that, could he? Chris had already disliked the other vampire, and seeing him try and hurt an innocent pissed him off.

He took satisfaction in pissing off the other male and ruining his fun, but he was also happy to have helped her.

The way her cheeks flushed when he complimented her…simply adorable.

She had been very thankful to him for her rescue, but a bit anxious at the same time. Then it clicked when she mentioned the holding room.

She was one of the humans to be auctioned off.

The poor girl was probably terrified, what if she had ended up in the hands of someone like Radke? What if RADKE HIMSELF had her to himself? The thought of that disgusted him.

Originally, Chris wasn’t going to participate in the auction, just watch from the side. He had made the excuse to get a number just to get away from the annoying Ronnie. Now, he was going to get a number. That girl intrigued him.

Perhaps she was what he was in search of this whole time. He had to try.

He had gone to another room to receive a number. When he entered, all eyes were on him, intrigued by his presence. The person behind the table raised a brow.

“Huh. So the rumors are true. The mysterious Christopher Cerulli is participating in this year’s auction.” He said, handing the number to Chris.

#570

Chris chuckled, “Don’t expect to see me at future auctions. This is a one time thing.”

“Gonna drain the human slowly then, I see? Make em’ suffer? I like it.” The man said with a smirk. Chris mentally cringed at his words.

Of course he would. Disgusting pig..

Chris raised his brows before giving him a half smile, trying to hide his disgust. “Sure, think of it like that.” Chris turned and started leaving the room, “Good day.”

“Enjoy the bidding.”

Chris made his way down the halls and to the auditorium where all the vampires waited for the auction to begin. An usher escorted him down to his seat and Chris immediately froze when he saw who he’d be sitting next to.

Ronnie..

Ronnie glared at Chris, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Is there a problem here gentlemen?” The usher asked as Chris turned to him.

“There is. I refuse to sit next to HIM.” Chris said, crossing his arms.

“For once, I agree with him.” Ronnie added, a sour look on his face. Neither one wanted to be next to each other.

“Too bad, it’s assigned seating. Deal with it.” The usher stated before walking away. Chris cursed under his breath before begrudgingly sitting in his seat.

“Do not speak a single fucking word to me.” Chris muttered to Ronnie. Ronnie rolled his eyes in response.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our annual auction!” A voice boomed over a speaker. The two turned to see the spokesman on the stage. “This year marks 350 years of this fantastic event!”

The room erupted into cheers and applause. “Now let’s get this auction started, shall we?”

The first human stepped out, a young woman with long blonde locks and green eyes, wearing a baby blue dress.

“$100!” A voice echoed through the room.

“I’ve got $100. Do we have any higher bids?” The spokesman called.

“$250!” Another called.

“$250! We got $250! Going once? Going twice?” No answer from the crowd. “Sold to #47! You may claim your prize in room B.”

The poor girl had a look of fear on her face as she was escorted to another room.

Another woman was brought onto the stage. She had been sold for $430.

Then another was sold for $550.

Soon, Aurora was brought out onto the stage. She had been shaking with fear as she stepped onto the floor to be presented to the hundreds of vampires.

$400!”

“$400! Do we have any higher bids?”

$750!”

$750! Any higher bids for the lovely little thing?”

“$900!”

“900! Going once? Going twice? Sold to #652! You may claim your prize in room B.”

Y/N watched in horror as her friend was taken away. She could feel tears pooling in her eyes.

“No…poor Aurora..” She whispered in disbelief, feeling the tears running down her face. She knew her friends would be sold, but fuck… It hurt seeing the ones she cared about get taken away by those heartless demons.

She then saw Estella glance over at her with a look of sadness before she was escorted onto the stage. The tears started coming down harder.

No, no this wasn’t fair!

None of this was fair or right! It simply wasn’t humane.

Not like anybody else cared that it wasn’t fair. This event had been going on for centuries!

“Sold to #389! You may claim your prize!”

“Estella…” Y/N said, sadness completely taking over. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She broke down and started crying.

The only girls she had ever truly loved were now gone. She was alone. All alone.

“Oh for heaven's sake!” Elizabeth’s voice interrupted Y/N’s thoughts as the woman stormed over. “You’ll ruin your makeup with those tears! Quit the tears you brat!” She said, rubbing a handkerchief over Y/N’s face. Todd glanced over at the stage.

“You’re up next, Y/N. Now don’t disappoint us.” Todd warned.

“That’s right darling. Bring us good money with that beauty!” Elizabeth added, quickly changing her tone. Y/N could feel a pit of disgust pooling in her belly.

“I hate you both. I hope you rot in hell where you belong..” She whispered, glaring at the two before walking nervously onto the stage.

She could feel the hungry stares and greedy eyes take her in as she stood before the crowd. Ronnie was one of them staring at her like this.

Fuck..

“$900!” A male voice called.

“$900! Do we have any higher bids?”

“$1500!” Another voice called. This one sounded familiar. Eerily familiar.

Radke…

Y/N could feel herself become consumed with fear. She couldn’t end up with him, he’d be horrible, she could feel it!

“$1500! Any higher bids?”

Christopher’s eyes shot open as he realized who was on that stage. It was that girl…The girl in the plum dress. He knew he had to act fast. He couldn’t let Ronnie have her.

“$2,000!” Christopher shouted, earning a glare from Ronnie.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she recognized the voice. It was the man that had saved her! What the fuck was going on?

“$2,000! My, what a price!” The spokesman remarked, “Any higher bids?”

“$5,000!” Ronnie yelled.

“Holy- $5,000! Any-“

“$10,000!” Chris yelled back, interrupting the spokesman.

“$25,000!” Ronnie yelled, before leaning back, crossing his arms and smirking. It was in the bag for him. Nobody could beat that price and he knew it.

“Oh god..” Y/N whispered, her fate becoming oh so clear. It was terrifying.

Chris was about to lose the girl to that asshole..

He had to come up with a good price. Something he knew Ronnie couldn’t beat. He had to act quickly, this girl’s life could be on the line..

“$25,000! Going once, going twice-“

“$50,000!” Chris shouted, standing up. The whole room went silent. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat.

“Sold to #570! You may claim your prize in room B!”

Ronnie’s jaw dropped. Did he seriously just lose? He lost to Christopher, a man he had despised. He couldn’t believe it. Chris smiled with satisfaction.

“My what an exciting event!” The spokesman exclaimed cheerfully. “Thank you all for attending! See you next year!”

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Y/N’s POV

“$25,000!” I heard Radke’s voice yell.

Fuck.

I was screwed. There was no way I wasn’t ending up in the hands of that creep.

“$25,000! Going once, going twice-“ I could’ve sworn my heart stopped as the spokesman sealed my fate.

“$50,000!” That familiar voice shouted. It was that man..

“Sold to #570! You may claim your prize in room B!”

I stood frozen on the stage in complete shock. The man that had saved me from Radke had just won me over Radke…

I wasn’t sure what to think.

Should I be scared? Should I be angry? Should I be…relieved?

I mean…he did seem nice when we first met. Most probably wouldn’t have stepped in but he did.

But…was it because he didn’t like Radke?

Or was it because he cared about the safety of others?

Who knows…he could’ve just been buttering me up so I’d fall right into his trap of being his prey. He’d say all these pretty words and charm me, only to buy me and use me for food. I shuddered at the thought.

“Move it along.” One of the ushers said, grabbing my arm and dragging me to room B. I was too caught up in my thoughts to care that I was being manhandled. I was pushed into the room and heard the door close behind me.

There weren’t many people left in there, other vampires had picked up their humans. They all had this look of hopelessness, as if they had already accepted their fates. It was such a sad sight, rather depressing honestly.

The door opened again and I turned my head to see the man who had bought me. He glanced around before his eyes landed on me. He smiled softly as he approached me before standing before me. God he was tall. I felt small compared to him.

“Hello again, little dove.” He greeted, his voice was gentle. It was rather calming in a way, easing my nerves slightly. I was still pretty scared however. I bit my lip as I looked in the other direction.

He seemed to have sensed my discomfort so he reached his gloved hand out, gently guiding my face so I was looking at him. “I do not intend on hurting you in any sort of way, I promise. That’s the last thing I want.” He said, speaking softly.

“Then what do you want from me? Some sort of plaything? A slave?” I questioned, moving my head away and hugging my arms.

“I’ll explain things in private. Now is not the time, not in this place.” He extended his hand out to me. “Please, believe me when I tell you I have no intent on harming you.”

I was hesitant to take his hand. He could be lying to me to make me think I was safe. I looked back up at him, still feeling uncertain.

“Do you trust me, little dove?” He asked softly, his hand still extended as he patiently waited for my answer.

Did I trust him? Not really. Though it wasn’t like I had much of a choice anymore. Then again, he did save my life, twice thinking about it. Maybe he did have my best interest at heart.

I cautiously placed my hand into his, a strange sense of comfort washing over me at the feeling of his leather glove. His hand was much bigger than my own. He gave me a gentle smile as he intertwined our fingers. He led me out of the room and we started walking down the halls. There was an uncomfortable silence as we walked.

“I-I… never got your name earlier..” I muttered, breaking the silence.

“It’s Christopher, but Chris is fine.” He said, glancing at me.

Chris…

It had a nice ring to it..

“Y/N..” I said quietly, not looking at him.

“Y/N? How fitting.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” He said, smiling at me. I could feel myself blushing.

“Oh um, thanks..” I stuttered, looking away, feeling a bit shy now.

We walked outside to a black BMW which I assumed to be his car. He opened the passenger door for me and I stepped in, sitting down in the car. He opened the driver door and sat down and started the car. He started driving, and an awkward silence fell between us yet again.

“Listen, I truly have no intention of hurting you or drinking your blood. I don’t care for that. You don’t deserve that.” He spoke, breaking the silence.

He…didn’t want my blood? What?

“You…don’t want my blood?” I asked, a bit shocked.

“I don’t really need it. I usually just drink from something that’s sick or dying.”

“But don’t you get sick like that?” I asked, tilting my head.

He shook his head, “No, vampires are immune to diseases like that. We can only get sick from each other, which is still rather uncommon.”

Now I was even more confused. If he didn’t want my blood, then what did he want from me?

“Then…what do you want with me?” I asked slowly, watching as he pulled into the driveway of a rather large estate. He was silent, not speaking for a moment. He seemed to be in deep thought. After a few moments of silence before he looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

“I know this may sound strange, but I went to the auction because…I was in search of a companion..”

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Christmas Miracle - Chris Motionless Fluff

AN: Here is the Chris and reader finally admitting they want to be together request! I chose to go with a lifelong friendship trope.... and also Christmas because I am a sucker for a sappy Christmas story! Also this gif of him standing in snow just seemed to somewhat fit despite the fact I never mention snow so here you are! Enjoy!

“Mom said Mrs. Cerulli mentioned Chris will be home this year for our joint Christmas,” you sister tells you in a text message.

You know exactly why she is telling you, both your mother and Mrs. Cerulli has been saying for years that you and Chris would wind up together. They have convinced most of either family of the same thing and year after year you disappoint them when the two of you still aren’t in a relationship. Yeah, the two of you talk almost daily. And yeah, you have been best friends ever since you were children but that is mostly because your mothers are both so close.

It’s also not like you have never thought about what it would be like to be in a relationship with him, you have many times. You have wanted to have one with him since you were about 16 and now you both are definitely beyond the teenage years of your life but it has never worked out. He has helped you through so many heartbreaks and you are the same with him, the two of you leaning on each other every time a breakup has wrecked the other. Him wiping away your tears when your fiance told you that he was cheating on you, making sure that you weren’t alone the entire time you wallowed in self pity and shoved everyone away from you. You helped him when he shut down after both of his bad breakups with Sabrina and Gaia, but that is just the thing. You two are always a constant in each other's lives but neither one of you have ever made a move to change that between the two of you.

You don’t respond to your sister, you know that it will just egg her on and you aren’t in the mood for that at the moment. You will deal with it tomorrow when you see her and now it sounds like Chris at the family Christmas thing.

Chris gets a message from his mom saying much the same thing as what you got, letting him know that you will be there tomorrow and that maybe the two of you should make time to talk. Which he knows is her way of saying that you two talk about your friendship and he doesn’t bother entertaining it.

He is nothing like any of the men you have dated, he knows for a fact he is not your type. And if it was meant to happen then he is pretty sure that it would have by now. That in all your years of being friends, something would have changed if it was meant to. His favorite memories are of the nights in highschool where the two of you would hang out after band practice, so secure in your relationship that sharing a bed together and being physically close to each other was normal. Ryan still refuses to believe that the two of you have never had a thing together because as long as he has known Chris you have always been there, the two of you a package deal.

Chris does wonder what would have happened had things been different, if he was around more and felt like he could tell you how he feels, that he wants a relationship with you and thinks that maybe your mothers are correct, that you are meant to be together. That is the main reason why he has never asked you, you deserve more than he can give you. You deserve a man who can be at home with you when you get home from work, that can be there when you have a bad day, that can give you the family and life you deserve. He knows that is not him, that he can’t give you that stability which is why he has never mentioned it to you.

He responds back to his mother, letting her know that he is aware you will be there and that he looks forward to catching up with you and your family tomorrow. Not really giving anything away in hopes that she will drop the conversation, but knowing that she won’t.

“Mom, yes I am excited to be seeing Chris. I feel like it is obvious that I would want to see my best friend. But that doesn’t mean that I am excited for other reasons. We aren’t a thing, I think that it is clear after all your years of you and Momma C pushing it that it will never happen, so please just drop it,” you say with a groan, helping your mother in the kitchen as she works on getting dinner ready.

“They say mother knows best, and both of us think that you two are meant to be together. I wish the two of you would just admit it already. I have been able to tell ever since you were a teenager that you have had a crush on him, and I know you still do. You should just tell him, his mother is convinced that he has a thing for you too you know,” you mother says, turning to look at you.

“Mom, seriously, just drop it,” you sigh.

“I just want you to be happy honey, and I know that is what you want. I’ll drop it for today,” she says, disappointed that you shut her down.

“I-I’m sorry mom, but I just can’t tell him that. You’ve seen the girls he has been with, none of them are anything like me. There is no way he would want to be with a girl like me, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you say softly, avoiding looking at your mother after admitting to her for the first time that you really do have some feelings for him.

She gasps and you hear her drop the wooden spoon into the floor that was in her hand at your confession, not expecting you to say what you just said out loud. She always knew that you felt that way for him but for you to finally admit it to her… it meant a lot more to her than you realize.

“I knew it, honey you need to just tell him. Even if he doesn’t feel the same you should be honest, the truth always gets out eventually.” She says, knowing you aren’t paying attention to her but that you are at least listening.

“Yeah good luck, I’ve been telling her that for years,” your sister says, stepping into the room rolling her eyes. “You know how stubborn y/n is.”

“Just like your father,” your mother jokes, going back to stirring the mashed potatoes that she is currently working on.

Luckily for you, or maybe unluckily the doorbell rings and you know that the Cerulli family must be here. It’s a good thing because the conversation is over and you don’t have to listen to it… but it’s a bad thing because that means that they are here, that Chris is here. And his new purple hair that you have seen in photos and videos is the death of you, of course the bastard had to go and do something to make himself more attractive.

Your dad must have answered the door because Mrs. Cerulli and Jennifer are walking into the kitchen now, both giving you and your sister a hug as they step inside. Your mother breaking out a bottle of wine and pouring you girls all a glass.

“The boys must be in the living room?” your mother asks Mrs. C after handing her a glass of wine.

“Yeah, you know how they all are. Always avoiding the kitchen while we cook, like usual. You know, this is going to be nice. It is the first year in what, five, that we all have gotten to be together,” she says, moving to give you another hug. “You know, you should go say hi to Chris. I know he has been missing you.”

Almost as if on cue Chris steps foot into the kitchen as well, greeting your mom and sister before stopping in front of you with a smile. Both of you immediately pull the other into a hug like old times, the two of you always have been close like this, so why does something feel different this time?

“It’s good seeing you in person y/n, it has been too long.” He says, his grip around you tight as he holds you to him.

“It really has, I’ve missed you. Slow down a little bit, now that your band is really getting big I never get to see you,” you joke. “I’m happy for you,” you add.

When the two of you pull away you notice that everyone is staring at the two of you, like the two of you just committed some sin by only hugging each other. You flush and look away, excusing yourself to the bathroom before something happens that you don’t want to happen. Especially now that both of your mothers are drinking wine, that never ends well.

You let out a sigh after leaving the bathroom before you go back to join your family, now that the food is done all of you sit around the table. Catching up on what has been going on with everyone, remembering old memories from your childhood.

“I miss when all of you were little, when you would be off playing in the other room at Christmas like this while we all caught up. It was always adorable how close all of you used to be as children,” Momma C says, looking at you fondly.

“And now our children are starting their own families, it’s almost kind of funny that both our oldests are the only ones who aren’t,” your mother adds. You almost choke on your sip of wine, knowing what she was hinting at when she winks at you.

“I do miss those days, I will admit it, Chris says, smiling over at you before looking at your mother. “Things were so much easier as children, there was no overthinking about what you were doing. The worst fight was when y/n would steal the crayon I needed,” he jokes.

“Hey, screw you. I needed the orange crayon much more than you did,” you argue with him, nudging him with your elbow as you both start to laugh at the memory of the time you had him tackled to the floor over a crayon. You were a feisty child, always leaving both your mothers on their toes.

You all continue to eat your dinner laughing about memories from your shared childhoods with your siblings and Chris’. Truthfully you did miss having your big family together, because if we are being honest they were all your family. Everyone eventually finishes up and winds up in the living room, watching some random Christmas movie that was on the tv.

You excuse yourself for a moment, wanting to take a walk down memory lane so you decide to step into your childhood bedroom. You know your mother has left both of your bedrooms the way that they were when you and your sister moved out, she has told you that it brings back memories to have all the decorations up that you two had.

Stepping inside you notice firstly a photo on your bedside table of you and Chris at your senior prom, he had graduated a year before you but when he heard that your date stood you up he showed up to take you saying he couldn’t let his best friend miss her prom. You smile at the memory, both of you young and naive.

You also see a photo on the wall of you with the band when Chris had his first ever Motionless gig, none of the members that were in it at that point are with him now. You can see the pride on his face as he stands next to you, his arm around your shoulders. You were proud of him that day too, the first step in making his dreams a reality for himself.

There were all kinds of photos through the years of the two of you on your wall, reminding you of your childhood and friendship with the lanky, dorky child who is now one of the best men you have had the blessing of knowing in your life.

As you look over the photos you can see when things started to change. You were about 15 when your feelings for him had changed, and it's visible in the photos. Instead of smiling at the camera, you are looking up at him more and more in the photos. But for the first time you noticed that the ones where you aren’t looking at him with admiration in your eyes that he is looking at you with a smile on his face. It is clear that until you were 18 that the two of you were extremely close, that around that time is when the two started to drift apart a little bit. Not standing as close to each other, your friends now standing between the two of you.

You are so distracted looking over your photos and memories, lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear anyone walk in the room behind you, jumping when you hear someone speak behind you.

“Those were the days huh, back when we had no real worries. When we had all the time in the world to spend together,” Chris says softly, stepping up behind you so that he can look at the photographs with you.

“Yeah, I miss those days. I miss you,” you admit softly, still looking at all the memories that are laid out on the wall in front of you with a smile.

“You’re mom was just saying that you got a job and are moving back to town soon, so hopefully we will get to see each other more,” he says softly, stepping closer to you. “I would like to see you more.”

Both of you stand there quietly for a minute, not sure what you should say at the moment. Something in the air feels different and you can’t decide what it is. Neither one of you look at eachother but rather look over the photos, Chris’ eyes stopping on one of the two of you curled up asleep with each other.

“Do you remember that night? You showed up at my house so distraught that your boyfriend suddenly broke up with you, we spent the night watching awful chick flicks and you crying into ice cream, me wondering why I chose to have a girl as a best friend,” he says chuckling. “Did I ever tell you that it was my fault he left you? I had a tendency to scare off all the guys who were interested in you back then.”

“Why?” you ask, turning towards him curiously. You never knew that he told any of them to stay away from you.

“I felt like none of them were good enough for you back then, I felt like I had to protect you from idiots who only asked you out because they wanted in your pants. You know, I still feel like I need to protect you… I didn’t know why I felt that way back then, being a dumb kid and all but I have an idea why now,” he says softly, taking a seat on the edge of your childhood bed.

You sit next to him, watching him as he clearly thinks about something. Admiring the man that he has become, everything feels just like it did when you were children, when you were awkward teenages. Something about Chris has always brought you comfort, whether it be back when you were toddlers together, and even now.

“Chris, why?” You ask, almost in a whisper. You think you know what he is about to say but you also aren’t sure if you are ready to finally hear it after all these years.

“I have always loved you, but at that point when we were teenagers I think is when the way I loved you changed. I didn’t want to tell you it evolved into a romantic way and not as friends anymore but it did… I think that's why none of my relationships have ever worked out, because I haven’t truly loved them because they aren’t you.” He turns to look at you, hoping that his confession hasn’t scared you away, made you hate him because he ruined your friendship and what you have.

“Chris, I, I have felt the same way for a long time, I just never said it because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship and make you hate me. I have been in love with you for yea,” your words are cut off by something you never expected to happen.

Your eyes wide in shock as you start to process that Chris, your best friend, is currently kissing you. When you finally relax and realize that it is real you move to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to you as your eyes closed. The two of you are savoring the moment that is finally happening, that you have been waiting for all this time to happen. Pouring all your emotions into the kiss that is happening.

Before you can pull away you hear your mom squeal in the background, you both have been caught. So much for having your own little moment to enjoy what is happening between the two of you.

“It’s a miracle!” you mom exclaims before taking off running, you are assuming to tell everyone else what she just walked in on.

“Why does it not shock me that one of our mothers just walked in on our first kiss, we’re in our thirties and they still give us no privacy,” Chris jokes as he pulls away from you, his fingers threading with yours.

“Fucking right, well… based on the cheering in the other room everyone now knows, so we should probably go out there and face them,” you respond, blushing as you glance away from him, now nervous about what this means for you.

“And what do I get to tell them? That we’re together now, that you slapped me for ruining our friendship?” He jokes with you, clearly knowing the answer.

“Do I need to answer that, I’m pretty sure both of us saying we love each other clearly indicates that we are together now,” you say, playfully shoving him with a smile on your face.

“Jesus, you’re finally my girlfriend and you’re still a sarcastic bitch,” he jokes, both of you standing up to walk back out and join your families in the living room.

“And yet somehow you love me,” you tease, giving him one last kiss before stepping out into the hallway.

“You’re right, I do.”

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