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nerdraging4point0 · 3 months

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Underdog//Motionless one shot

The work below consists of fictionalized ideas and stories. It 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.

CW: 18+ MNDI, Coach/athlete au, coach athlete sexual relationship [all parties regardless of being fiction are of legal age of consent. This does not mean that the behavior is ethical or acceptable in reality-does it happen, yes. Is that something I am going to go into? No. I am not an attorney. Per ChampionWomen Sexual contacts or “romantic” relationships between an athlete and a person who has a position of power over the athlete are prohibited. Person of power includes but is not limited to coaches, administrators, judges, referees, employers, staff, medical personnel, and even volunteers or older athletes and teammates.] the following one shot includes unprotected sex, P/V sex, fingering.

A.N: @mysticdoodlez and @ladyveronikawrites I present to you and owe you for this fucking piece of art.

Exhibition

Coach Cerulli stood off to the side in the coach's box, not saying a word, his legs shoulder-width apart as he swayed back and forth on his feet. He wears his disgustingly dark ensemble of worn high-top Converse and straight-leg jeans. Already obnoxiously tall, the dress style made him look even more intimidating. Glancing over him once, you notice an apparent sweat triangle starting at the collar of the black cotton tee he wore under his polyester team jersey. An electric green sea turtle was stitched on the right side of his chest, and Cerulli was stitched on the back. Trying to focus on your drill partner, Rachel, you steal quick glances after each ball toss. Under the black bill of his ball cap, Coach Cerulli's jaw clenched as he chewed the pale green gum between his teeth.

Rachel rolled the neon yellow ball across the rust-colored dirt toward you; spreading your legs apart, bending at the waist, glove in hand, you dip to the ground, catching the ball on its roll, securing it with your other hand, you take a step, and toss the ball to her again.

As a team, you'd been at this for an hour now; the humidity from the earlier rain made beads of sweat start at the back of your neck and under your cap. The gray storm clouds rolled over the Florida coast, looking angry; another storm was approaching.

Balmy tropical air and classic South Florida smell were something you'd missed when you were on break. Some of the girls decided to pack up and hit the slopes of Colorado for a week; you were more than eager to go. It had been a celebratory and bittersweet season last year, and you were all due for a nice getaway. Coach Adams announced last season that she'd be retiring sooner than expected. Her youngest had just graduated High School, and she struggled to adjust.

Enter Coach Cerulli.

He was overbearing and a perfectionist; he drilled and worked the team till he felt you were perfect. It worked, or maybe it was because you wanted to impress Coach Adams for her final season. Leaving the season last year, you were nearly undefeated. And it was no surprise now that he demanded the same perfection.

"You're looking soft, ladies. Let's pick it up. I wanna see some sweat, some determination, act like you fucking want it." He crossed his arms, kicking up some of the dirt from the field before he dropped down, squatting on one knee as he stretched the other to its entire length.

Several players on the team turned to look at the coach; it was no secret most of the team found him hot. He was older. Way older. But that added to the heat of the idea. You were aware of Coach Cerulli's attractiveness, his dark hair and eyes; the only part of his skin not covered in tattoos was his achingly beautiful face. Once you'd gotten close enough to see his three little scars on his bottom lip, it only added to the mystery of what had been his past. Fantasy is what it was; it was all fantasy. There was no room for error when your college life was riding on a full sports scholarship.

The team continued to drill, the breeze from the water bringing a salty taste to the air. Soon, the sun started to get lost behind the gray cover, thinking it might rain you guys out; the team slowed on drills, looking to coach and back at the sky. Coach stands up to his full height, his powerful form casting a shadow over the field. Deep and commanding, his voice brought the team's eyes and attention to him.

"I've high expectations for my team; this isn't just any season. I have my sights set on the championship title, and we won't settle for anything less." Clapping his hands, you can hear the friction of him rubbing the skin together, his tattooed fingers lacing and curling over each other in a frenzy. A low rumble of thunder sounded from the sky; Coach Cerulli pursed his lips and looked at the foreboding weather.

"One scrimmage, and we'll call it a night."

The team scrambled to their gear as he called out names and positions. You adjusted your cap, pulling loose strands of hair around your ears and reaching for your glove when the coach's voice called out your name.

"y/l/n. You're batting." There was no nonsense in his voice, and when you turned to protest, he smacked his gum between his teeth, heading to stand behind home plate.

You never bat, at least not first; the pressure is too much. You were a fielder on the team with the best reflexes and speed. Others were better at this than you. Grabbing the bat, you lower your cap and head to the base. Coach is droning on about how he demands perfection from all players.

"We won't be putting people in places of their strength. I want you uncomfortable; it's the only way you grow." He turns to look at you and nods his head. Stepping up to the plate, you take your spot, raising your bat, eyes locked on Sammi, who is pitching. She gives you a look of pity, and you know she'll take it easy on you, at least.

"Bat up." Coach growls.

"It is up," you snap back.

"If 'up' means hanging off your shoulder. It needs to be up higher. Fix your grip."

You tighten your hands on the bat's base, nails nearly touching your palms as your hands turn white.

"Too tight, you're not strangling it."

You huff out the air in your lungs, rolling your eyes. Just let me hit the ball, goddamnit.

Sammi pitches the ball. It's a simple pitch, and you swing, barely ticking the ball; it doesn't even get air, hardly leaving the home base as it rolls back to her. Just great, I look like a peewee player in front of the coach.

"Jenson, if you're gonna pitch. Pitch." he snaps.

You watch as her face turns apologetic; great, no easy out this time.

"Fix your stance." a smack of his gum between his teeth follows his command. You can hear the wet smacking sounds, throwing you off concentration. He continues to throw useless advice your way each time you miss the ball.

"You're off center."

Your patience is running thin, and you can see the players on the field becoming bored from the lack of action, just standing in the field and talking back and forth.

"Ladies, look alive!" Coach booms, and they jump into their stance.

Sammi nods at you, winding up to pitch; you lose all of the coach's advice, squaring up how you want. The swing is powerful, but the ball still whooshes by your bat and hits the fence behind the coach.

You let the air out of your lungs, turning around to see Coach Cerulli looking right at you, arms crossed over his torso. You can see his brown eyes sparkling under his ball cap.

"Nice hit," he says sarcastically.

Tossing the bat, you walk off the field, tears stinging the back of your eyes and starting to burn your throat. You've had enough for one night.

You can hear him bark orders to the team as the practice continues without you. Walking from the field, you walked around campus once, then twice; on your second lap, you realized you were halfway to your dorm and didn't have any of your gear. Your hands drag down your face in frustration, pushing your cap off your head. Your hair is sticky as you put the cap between your teeth and readjust the ponytail. Throwing the cap back on your head, you turn on your heel and head back to the field.

Making your way back, you pass several teammates; keeping your cap down, you avoid their eye contact, but the sudden silence as you pass and the sad voices that follow behind your back don't go unnoticed.

Rachel caught sight of you, jogging up to meet you halfway walking backward as you continued your walk of shame to the field.

"What's up? You walked off?" She has such sadness in her voice. She knows that you are sometimes too hard on yourself. You only have a little social life between studies and sports; your trip out of state lets you loosen up and gives you a good one-night stand. But it made you realize how much you hated having unsatisfactory sex with some drunk frat boy.

"Rough time, that's all," you confess.

"I know you hate batting. I'm sorry." you only shrug your shoulders in response.

Coach Cerulli is tossing bags of extra bats and gloves next to the storage shed; the way he lifts the gear bag, throwing it over his shoulder, you catch his shirt ride up just a bit to reveal his tattooed torso.

"Need me to wait?" Rachel asks, offering a soft touch on your shoulder.

"No. I got this." She jogs back to the campus as you enter the field. Turning at the dugout, not meeting the coach's eyes as he looks your way.

You are gathering your gear in your bag, trying not to make eye contact with the coach. The thunder is rumbling overhead again, closer than before; you can smell the rain coming. A heavy set of footsteps, and suddenly, he's clearing his throat behind you, your shoulders dropping in defeat.

"Sorry, coach." You keep your voice low and sincere. Feeling the pain in your throat again. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"What's up with you out there?" The way he sounds less demanding, and the friendly tone in his words makes a lump form in your throat.

"I just get choked up."

"Why, you're here on a scholarship. Adams said you were the most dedicated player."

"And I am." You don't bother turning around. Tossing your glove and a few extra things into your bag.

"Didn't look like it today."

"People aren't perfect; not everyone can play every position you know." You turn around to face him; he's leaning against the dugout rail, ankles crossed, hands resting on the dark blue rail.

"So, what is it that holds you back?"

"I just…. It's the crowd, the ump, and the pressure. The crowd is watching me, the team is watching me, and you're watching me." He adjusts his cap, turning his head to spit his gum out in the grass.

"Grab your bat."

"What?" He kicks off the rail, stopping till he is only a foot in front of you.

"You heard me. Grab your bat."

You scrambled for the bat as he walked back onto the field. You follow close behind, with no other teammates around the field that looks like it goes on for miles. Taking up your space next to home, you get ready to bat.

You are barely set before he criticizes you.

"Okay, first, your grip is too much." He stepped forward, putting his hands over yours, pulling your fingers loose from the neck, his large hands encasing your own as he helped re-grip the bat properly.

"Loosen up, spread your hands out a bit. There," the last word comes out as a soft whisper.

His brown eyes softened as he looked into your face, calloused hands brushing your skin; they were surprisingly well taken care of, the tattoos accenting every knuckle. The sweet smell of wintergreen off his breath, the fragrance winding up your insides.

"Your feet," he circled around till he was standing behind you, twisting your body around till you could see him again; he tsked, circling the air with his finger for you to return to where you were.

"You're always on your toes,” he complained.

His words were almost lost to the electricity in your brain; he squatted down behind you, one arm sliding between your legs to wrap around your thigh, a hand bracing on your knee, as his other massaged down my calf to have your heel flatten on the ground.

"Now, for your hips." Coach's words sound scratchy; you can hear him swallow hard behind you. His hands ghost over your hips, carefully not to actually touch you. "You must bend at the waist and practically fold yourself in half."

"Arch my back?" you offer. He clears his throat the way it sounded like he was uncomfortable.

"Yeah, sounds about right."

You adjust your hips arching your back, with your feet firmly planted against the ground, your cleats into the dirt, pushing your ass back. You feel yourself brush against his body, and he hisses.

"Easy there, tiger."

"S-s-sorry." you stammer as you try to step back. His hands grab your hips and place you back in your stance. His body is so close you can feel the heat building on your skin; suddenly, you aren't distracted by nerves but by something else.

"We aren't done; just watch it," he whispers. "You want to keep yourself firm in this spot until you're ready to swing."

A drop of warm water hits your arm, then another, and another. The rain starts to pour down in a gentle storm.

"Shit." Coach releases your hips as you both jog back to the dugout. Safe under the awning, you lose footing on the last step, stumbling into the coach. He catches you, arms around your waist, as he stumbles back.

"Sorry," your voice barely audible over the rain tapping on the metal awning; you place your hands on his chest, feeling the stiff muscles underneath. Trying to push off to create distance between the two of you. Coach Cerulli's hands don't move as he looks down at you, those dark eyes glistening under the shadow of his cap. This close to him, your senses are overwhelmed with the smell of him-palo santo and amber, a rich blend like a robust coffee in one of those expensive coffee shops.

His hands slid up your back, gently caressing over the upper part of your arms, stopping at your wrists and taking them in a grip before pulling your hands off his chest.

"Let's work on your hips some more. It looks like we've got the time." The way he says the words suggests he doesn’t mean anything about batting anymore.

He spun you around so seamlessly, releasing your wrists to take your hips in the vice grip of his tattooed fingers. Pulling your body toward him, you could feel yourself make contact with his chest; he was so tall, the feeling of what was unmistakably his own arousal resting at your lower back.

Flames licked into your lower belly as his hands tightened, then loosened on your hips. He started to move you, sliding your hips from left to right in slow motions. "Keep your feet planted on the floor." The harsh whisper in your ear made every part of your skin tremble with anticipation.

You tried to steady your breathing as he moved you in slow motion against his body. Was this all a dream? Were you asleep in physics and about to be highly embarrassed when you woke up?

Your hands rested on his, trying to prove to yourself that all that was happening was real. Leaning back into his chest, he groaned as he pulled you in closer.

"This is so wrong." your voice trembles as you speak.

"Very," he growled, kissing the soft flesh of your neck. "Tell me to stop, and I will."

Fuck, please don't.

It wasn't a good idea to continue, but the feeling, the expert way his hands held you without touching anything intimate, made you melt.

Leaning your head back into his chest, your face turned to him, desperate for his kiss. Sensing your desperation, Coach took the bill of his hat between two fingers, spinning the cap on his head so it faced backward. Closing in on your face, his full lips consuming your own, two fingers brushing your cheek, tapping twice, asking you to open.

The second your jaw relaxed into the kiss, his tongue was assaulting your own. He tasted so good, that gum he'd been chewing and something nutty at the end filling your taste buds.

You let your arm snake behind his head, cupping the back of his neck to bring him closer. One of his hands takes your breast and squeezes the flesh through your clothes, your nipples sensitive to the touch even through all the layers. His other hand slides over the front of your shorts, pushing between your thighs; your hips start to grind into his hand, desperate for friction, earning a sound of approval from the coach.

Pulling apart from each other, lips wet, red, and swollen, you were panting to catch all the air you'd lost in the kiss.

"Brace yourself, tiger," he warned.

Pushing hard against you, he shoved you forward till you folded over against the railing, his body pressed tightly against yours. Forcing your hands to grip the rail.

"Remember your grip." he teased, releasing his hold. His hands slid slowly down your sides, thumbs hooking into the band of your shorts to tug them and your panties down to your ankles. You gasped being exposed like this, the adrenaline of being caught coursing through your blood, the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears.

He kicked your feet apart, having your legs spread till you could feel the resistance of your shorts tight around your ankles. He took your hips in his hands, bringing your ass against him again, "Remember your stance." the words going straight to your center as he nipped at your ear.

His hands disappeared, and you let out a whine from losing his touch. He shuffled behind you, dipping his head in the crook of your neck to place soft kisses on your pulse point. His hand slid up the inside of your thigh, and feeling the muscles quiver under his fingers, you paused to consider what you were doing, your mind telling you that this was wrong. You'd get caught, and you'd be a disappointment to your parents. The thoughts of calling it off stopped when two fingers slid inside your warmth. His fingers scissored open and closed, swirling around before opening and closing again, stretching your walls with expert skills.

"So tight." He continued to whisper dark and dirty words as his fingers buried into you to the knuckle. The rough pressure pushes you forward and off your heels. Feeling your release boiling just under the surface, you start to grind down on his fingers as they thrust up into you, whimpering for more. You have started to lean over the rail, seeing the field's dirt and glancing down more to see both your feet and his. His pants at his ankles like yours, and the thought that his cock was out and ready for you, made you moan.

He wraps his hand around your hair, still pulled into a ponytail under your cap; rolling the strands around his hand, tugging you back so his chest is pressed tight to your back, fingers still buried deep inside you.

"Say the word, and I'll stop."

Past the point of no return, you moan, rolling your hips into his hands, still chasing your release. He presses his face into your cheek, nose running through the hairline above your ear as he inhales your scent; it's feral, it's animalistic, it's so fucking hot. His lips press into your ear, and you feel his hot breath against her skin. "You gonna come for me, tiger?"

You barely managed to nod your head before he curled his fingers, pressing on that soft spot inside you, making your walls clench around his fingers. He lets out a strangled sound of approval and surprise, taking the slick of your orgasm to rub on his erection. His left hand cupped your ass before delivering a harsh slap to the skin, making you rock up onto your toes.

He slides his length between your thighs, coating the head in everything left of your orgasm. Muscles in his chest are tight with anticipation and what you hope is desire. "Listen carefully, tiger," his voice breathless as he pants in your ear. "This is the only time I want you on your toes for me. Got it."

"Yes, coach." you gasp as his length slides into your warm center. He pumps slowly as you stretch around him, the hiss from your lips echoing across the field through the rain. "F-f-fuck." you moan.

Bottoming out with hard thrusts, Coach's hands rested on the railing on top of yours, his fingers lacing between yours as he held you and the rail in a vice grip. Your bodies molded into each other so well you felt the hem of his jersey wrap around your thighs; god, if only you could take it home with you as a trophy for this.

"I should stop," he was panting, his voice strained. "I'm gonna get fired."

"Please," you begged, turning your head to see his beautiful flushed face, mouth agape, tufts of his black hair sticking out from under his cap. "I won't say anything, just please don't stop."

"Fuck." he groaned, continuing to thrust into you, the force pushing you practically over the rail still on your toes, the muscles in your calves straining. Your thighs shook, the rain coming to an end as another tight coil wrapped itself in your belly, ready to snap.

"One more, give me one more, tiger," he growled, nipping at your earlobe. The scream as you clenched around him echoed off the field, causing him to clasp a hand over your mouth. "That's it. Scream for me."

Your noises were muffled by his hand on your mouth, and the hot breath as he panted on your cheek brought another orgasm on the wave of the first. One final snap of his hips and warm ropes filled your body, and all the tension of his muscles was released in one minute.

The magic of whatever you two did was gone when he pulled his softened cock from you, reaching down to pull up your shorts and letting you get them back on the rest of the way; you barely turned around, seeing him taking a little bounce to get back into his jeans.

"Head out, tiger. I'll see you at tomorrow's practice."

You nod briefly, grab your bag, sling it over your shoulder, and bat in the other hand. Just as you are about to leave the field, you turn around to see Coach sitting on the bench in the dugout, hands running through his sweaty black hair.

"Coach?" you let the rasp fall off your tongue, and he turns to look your way. "Extra practice tomorrow night?" giving a wink to let him know what you mean. He doesn't skip a beat, a smile tugging at his lips.

"It'll be a late practice. You game?"

"Anything for you, coach." you leave the comment in the air as you walk back to your dorm.

Crashing into your dorm with shaky legs, you throw down your gear.

"Whoa." Rachel commented, "You look brutal!"

"Thanks," you meekly respond, flopping onto the bed before curling up under the blanket.

"What did he do to you?"

"Who?" you mumbled, feeling your eyelids start to get heavy.

"Coach. You look like he had you do suicides for leaving the field?"

"Nothing gets past you, Rach." you smiled as your body drifted to sleep.

Several months later, and one game win thanks to you and a home run hit, Coach Cerulli announced his retirement. Disappointed but not surprised you accepted the new coach with open arms. She was sweet and spicy, a good coach, making your focus back on the game. The rumors were Coach moved states, you’d had his number but the digits disconnected a few weeks after his departure.

Just as well, you thought.

It was almost winter break, and a final due in Psychology had kept you up most nights, your body riddled with tension from the stress. 10 p.m., and you hadn't even bothered to try and sleep yet, your phone buzzed with a new text. Opening it up, it was a number you didn't recognize, but the message was clear.

How you been, tiger?

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talialovesmiw · 2 months

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chris x reader but w someone who has sensory problems? sometimes I get so fucked by shit and I may never be able to go to a concert unless its a rare acoustic show someplace 🥲

I’m going to do headcannons for this!

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Chris x Reader w/ Sensory problems

Warnings: fluff, lots and lots of it

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-We all know how accommodating Chris is, we’ve seen him look out for the fans at shows and just in general too

-Now when it comes to you? Oh, this mf is PREPARED AND PROTECTIVE!

-If he notices that you’re becoming stressed or overstimulated in a public place, he’ll drop whatever it is he’s going to help you.

-He’ll find a nice quiet place where you two can be alone and will do whatever you need to help you feel better and calm down.

-if you want hugs? He’s more than happy to provide!

-He’d hold you in his arms and rock the two of you back and forth, rubbing your back and pressing kisses in your hair.

-You just need a quiet space to get away from people? That’s fine too! Chris doesn’t mind, hell, he even understands how stressful crowds and loud sounds and people can be.

-He always has some sort of fidget in his pocket whenever you’re together.

-If you’re having trouble sitting still and you’re getting antsy, he’ll give you the fidget if you need. You don’t have to ask, he’s got you covered!

-He’d even offer his hand for you to play with!

-He finds it so adorable when you play with his fingers mindlessly.

-You tell him that his hands are comforting, and playing with them really helps you a lot.

-You love his hands, what can you say?

-playing with his hair helps too!

-when he dyed it purple, it just made it all the better!

-he really is your pretty fidget, and he loves being your fidget!

-Will do breathing techniques with you

-He’ll take the time to research them and learn them so that way when you need them, he can help you every step of the way

-“Good job baby. Just keep breathing for me, okay?”

-will always get your approval before going on any dates with you to make sure you can handle it/nothing will cause problems for you

-Whenever you go to his house, he always makes sure that the lights are dimly lit and aren’t too bright

-another way he’ll help you calm down is by singing to you

-you find his voice soothing and it helps you calm down a lot

-if you ever go to concerts or shows together, be always reserved a private booth where it’s just the two of you, gets earbuds, sunglasses for all the lights, snacks and water and chewing gum for you.

-He’s very prepared and wants to make sure you can still have an enjoyable experience

-will check on you constantly, and make sure you’re doing okay.

-He’ll take you somewhere private mid-show that way you can calm down if needed.

-Sometimes when you’re overstimulating and getting really upset and yelling, Chris knows that it’s best to help you breathe and then give you space.

-You feel super bad for yelling but Chris understands! He knows that you didn’t mean it and would never be upset with you over that. He loves you too much for that

-He’s overall super prepared and is the best partner. You couldn’t ask for anyone better 🩷

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•Hope you enjoyed!•

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h0rr0rqu3en · 1 month

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beaker1636 · 4 months

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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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ch4p3lofbl00d · 11 months

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Vampire Boyfriend~Chris Motionless

Imagine you're dating Chris, and he hasn't told you that he's a vampire because he is afraid that you'll leave him for killing people, but when he tells you, you ask him if he can turn you into a vampire too

Chris Pov

I'm sitting on my bed, waiting for my girlfriend Y/N to get here. I'm finally telling her that I'm a vampire, after 2 years of dating. I haven't told her yet cause I'm afraid of her leaving me. I love Y/N so much, and I don't want her leaving me cause I kill people to feed myself. She's always been curious about 'why I always carry around an umbrella'. Maybe, she will be fine with me being a vampire. She always says

"I wish Vampires were real"

Well, they are real. You just haven't figured it out yet.

I feel bad for not telling her, especially when we have been dating for almost 2 years. I'm just scared to tell her. I'm not ready to tell her, but I have to tell her someday. My thoughts got interrupted by hearing a car pull up. I looked out my window, and saw Y/N getting out of her car. I smiled, and started running downstairs. I walked over to the front door, and opened it to let her in. When I opened the door, I saw Y/N standing there with her messy eyeshadow all around her eyes. I smiled, and moved aside to let Y/N inside. I close the door, and turned to look at Y/N. I saw her standing there, anxiously. I frowned, and walked over to her. Maybe, she could sense that I'm anxious, so that's why she is anxious now. I took Y/N's hands, and said

"Please don't leave me for this"

I saw her shake her head "no", and say

"Baby, I'll never leave you"

I nodded, and breathe in and out. I sighed, and said

"So, um. I'm a vampire, and I have to kill people to drink their blood or I'll die"

I looked at her nervously, waiting for her to talk. I sighed, but than I saw Y/N smiling. Okay, I'm confused as fuck right now. Why was she smiling? After a few minutes, I hear Y/N say

"Chris can you turn me into a vampire?"

I looked at her shocked, Y/N wanted to become a vampire. I shooked off the confusion, and said

"Are you sure?"

I saw her nod, and I moved her hair to the side. I let my fangs poke out, and I bit her neck. God, her blood tasted amazing. I dig my fangs deeper into her neck, and I hear a little moan come out of her mouth. I smiled, and removed my fangs from her neck. I saw her smile at me, and say

"I love my vampire boyfriend"

I chuckled, and thought about our future as the vampire couple. With our vampire babies in the future ;)

I hope you enjoyed reading! :)

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metalheadfangirl2001 · 2 years

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#chris #chris cerulli #chris motionless #motionless in white #ricky olson #justin morrow #ryan sitkowski #vinny mauro #miw #masterpiece #music video #gif #Chris Motionless Cerulli #chris motionless imagines

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yournecessaryevil · 3 months

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Imagine...

...Chris and Ricky trying to get you to finally fall asleep after a long day while on tour...

• fluff; language; very light NSFW (if you squint)

"But I don't want to go to bed yet!"

You let out a quiet huff, clutching the pillow tighter against your chest as you cast a pleading look at the two men in front of you. Both gave you a raised eyebrow, neither one of them seeming to be impressed by your whining.

"Babygirl, you look so fucking tired-" Ricky began. "Yeah, you need sleep," Chris cut in, nodding in agreement. You stuck out your bottom lip in a slight pout as you continued to give them your best pleading look.

"Do I have to?" you asked, earning an immediate synchronized response of "Yes!" from both of the guys.

Ricky reached up to adjust his beanie before shaking his head at you, a smile playing at his lips. "It's been a long day for all of us, but especially you," he pointed out.

Chris grinned, the piercings in his bottom lip briefly catching the light from the dim interior of the bus. "Yeah, you're not used to the tour life like we are," he teased you.

This earned an eyeroll from his bandmate, who lightly elbowed him in the side. "It's been years, dude, and I'm still not used to it," he retorted, though his former smile still remained in place.

Chris shrugged, before winking at you. "I'm telling you, sleep's gonna be your best friend while you're with us."

You buried your face in the pillow, grumbling to yourself. "Slp fckng sks..."

"What was that?" Chris laughed.

You raised your head, scowling at him.

"I said, sleep fucking sucks."

"True, but-" Ricky began, before casting a sideways glance towards Chris, who returned the gesture. A smirk slowly appeared on both men's faces before Chris turned to look at you, leaning forward until his face was a foot away from yours.

"-If you be a good girl for us and go to sleep like you're supposed to-"

"-Like we want you to-" Ricky cut in.

"-Then we'll make sure to reward you for it," Chris finished, his smirk growing a little.

This caught your attention.

It was no secret (especially to the rest of the band) how much of a certain... fondness... you'd developed for Chris and Ricky.

Although at this point, anyone would say it had become a little bit more than that...

You sat there in silence, contemplating the idea Chris had now planted in your mind.

"I think we've got her," Ricky laughed, exchanging a conspiratorial look with his bandmate, who nodded in agreement.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris get up from his spot on the couch, moving to sit behind you. You glanced down to see tattooed arms and hands grabbing the pillow out from between your fingers, placing it behind you on Chris's lap, before those same arms were pulling you closer to the man himself.

"Come on, Y/N," you heard Chris purr softly in your ear, "be a good girl for us, for me. Stop fighting it and just give in, go to sleep for me."

His words were accompanied by a gentle kiss on the soft spot behind your ear, followed by another a little further down, along the side of your neck, and yet another on the back of your shoulder.

Chris's hands slowly moved down to splay flat against your lower belly, his thumbs tracing soothing little circles along the inch or so of skin that lay exposed there, due to your sleep shirt riding up a bit.

The way his hands moved, the gentle seduction of his words in your ear, all of it was much too nice, and you felt your blinks slowly getting longer, almost against your will.

"Oh, Chris, man, she's dozing off," Ricky observed in a soft whisper, a grin playing at his lips. His bandmate gave a soft hum of agreement, gently tugging you down so you were now lying in his lap, your head resting on the pillow.

His hands moved up, grazing lightly over your stomach, your breasts, stopping at your shoulders. Again, his thumbs were tracing little circles along the skin there, slowly coaxing you off into sleep.

But wait, sleep- you didn't want to sleep-

You struggled to keep your eyes open, fighting back a yawn. "But I don't wanna go to sleep-" you mumbled.

Chris softly shushed you, leaning down to place a kiss against your forehead. "Shh, don't fight it, Y/N. Be our good girl and go to sleep."

"Yeah, we'll still be here tomorrow, I promise," you heard Ricky agree, his voice getting closer. Out of the corner of one half-open eye, you saw the guitarist reach down, pulling a blanket over you and tucking the edges in around you. "Get some sleep, babygirl. We're not going anywhere," he murmured.

You watched as he took a seat on the floor next to you, leaning back against the couch, his head resting against your thigh.

"Ricky's right, we're not going anywhere. Get some sleep for us, baby, please?" Chris said softly. You let out a soft grumble in response.

You really didn't want to fall asleep, but fuck, Chris's lap was so comfortable, and ugh, the way Ricky smelled right now-! Everything was so nice, too nice...

Maybe an hour or two wouldn't hurt...

You yawned, before allowing yourself to relax and sink further into Chris's lap, pulling the blanket closer around you.

As your eyes fell closed, you could've sworn you heard Chris murmur, "That's our good girl..."

And as sleep finally claimed you, your mind drifted back to his and Ricky's earlier words, a smile gracing your face.

They better live up to their promise and reward you good for this tomorrow...

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horrorolson · 8 months

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Imagine...

Chris sitting on the floor next to the bath when you've had a bad day. His hand going back and forth between running up and down your arm as you relax, and skimming across the steaming water. Occasionally reaching up to tuck hair that’s slipped loose back behind your ear. The two of you talking quietly sometimes, but mostly just sitting in the quiet of the small room together.

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only-the-moon-will-tell · 24 days

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I am humbly requesting a Ricky Olson author moodboard if possible :))

Omg my first request I got so excited !! 😆😆🤗

Here ya go! :) (I hope it's what you envisioned)

Also y'all should go read his book!! (It's the picture in the middle!!) Here's the link to it on Amazon

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holding-on-to-smoke · 7 months

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ello luv 🖤

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nerdraging4point0 · 7 months

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One of my biggest headcanons is that Chris loves tummy kisses, giving or receiving, cute or sexy times. They're a soft form of possessive intimacy he cant get enough of.

Okay, SO I have my own head cannon that this man is appreciative of women in ALL their forms. Especially in the case of those with a little more soft features around the middle and in the thighs.

He is a man that appreciates the beauty of things as they are. Like, sure, you're gonna catch his attention being that Goth bitch at the mall that he could never get his hands on in High School like he wanted. His stage persona often bleeds too much into his real life, Chris Motionless wants that hard goth girl that headbangs at his shoes in leather and chains. It’s a defense mechanism, he’s been turned down and hurt one to many times, therefore, his stage presences takes over to guard the boy inside.

But despite all of that, I feel that the true love in his heart is reserved for something that isn't an aesthetic. He loves that soft fall girl in her oversized beige sweater, because it covers that part of her that she is so self-conscious about. Chris Cerulli, however, wants that down to earth girl who supports him in all endeavors, who holds down the fort at home for him while he is away. The type of girl that makes him miss home just because it’s where he can see her.

At home lying on the bed back on the headboard whether you're reading, scrolling your phone, or just watching the TV. He is lying between your legs head on your tummy arms resting on either side of you. Head turned to see the TV. Every so often he'll turn his head and just give your tummy a soft kiss, nuzzle into the soft flesh before resuming his position to watch the screen.

He has a hand tick, he's always gotta be doing something with his fingers and hands to keep him calm. Just resting them on the side of your hips squeezing the soft flesh that sits there. He makes sure that during these soft moments you have that he pays attention to the places about you that you might find, less attractive, or would rather do away with.

The soft attention to details about you, even as subtle as they are, helps to boost your confidence. That confidence comes out when he’s looking at you like he’ll devour you, asking you to strip for him, when before you had shaky hands and kept your eyes down. His tender love language has given you a femme fatale power that makes you stand up, stare him in the eyes as you peel your shirt over your head. A satisfied smile, the response he gives before his primal nature takes over again.

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talialovesmiw · 1 month

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Chris Motionless x Reader

Shades Of Purple

Part 8: Opal

Warnings: Language, light angst, fluff, smut, blood and the consumption of it (mentions of it)

A/N: Sorry this took so long to come out!

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Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/744126039822925824/shades-of-purple

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Christopher’s POV

Y/N laid in my arms, fast asleep. Everything had gone well, and I was feeling like myself again. The stab wound was already almost fully healed now and I had almost all of my strength back again.

Just like last time, she tasted perfect. The familiar sweet taste of her blood alone was enough to energize me. Her taste drove me crazy.

I had to hold myself back from drinking too much again, I almost couldn’t help myself. Her blood was extraordinary, and I was playing a dangerous game drinking from her.

Y/N was exhausted. Almost right after she had something to eat, she fell asleep pretty quickly, all snuggled up to me.

“Did the pretzels help, little dove?”

She nodded. “Mhmm, I just feel sleepy. Are you feeling better?”

“Much better. Thank you.”

She gave me a tired smile before laying down fully. “Of course, anything to help you feel better..” She whispered, resting her head on my shoulder.

It was 4:32 in the morning, and neither of us had gotten any rest. She needed sleep.

“Get some rest now, little dove. You’ve had a long night.”

“Mm, that’s a good idea..” She mumbled, cozying up and snuggling into my side.

I couldn’t control the blush that dusted my cheeks, especially when she laid her head on me. The way her mouth was opened slightly as she slept and the way strands of her stuck to her face, I couldn’t describe it. She looked…adorable.

The bite marks on her shoulder were still pretty fresh and wouldn’t be gone for a couple of hours. I gently ran my thumb over the marks, watching as she shuddered a little at the movement.

“I did this..” I whispered, my eyes fixated on the two small holes. I had given in again and drank from her. The strangest part of all it was…I didn’t feel as guilty the first time and I didn’t know why.

Was it because I was sort of looking forward to drinking her blood again at that moment? The way I had been craving it the whole time and I finally got what I wanted? Could it have been because she was so willing to give it to me again? Possibly even both?

Even though I had just had some of her blood, I was already missing it again. I wanted more. I wanted more of that beautiful redness that flowed through her.

Damn it, Chris. Stop thinking like that. You cannot have more of her, you’ll hurt her for fucks sake! This needs to stop.

I needed to clear my mind. Perhaps some fresh air would do me good.

Okay, now to get up without disturbing her. Shit, she looks so peaceful..

I started to shift, moving away as slowly and as gently as possible so as to not wake her. I was almost off the bed until Y/N started stirring a bit. She opened her eyes a little and looked at me groggily.

“Chris? What are you doing?” She asked, her voice still heavy with sleep.

“Just going to get some air, go back to sleep, little dove.” I said, pulling the blanket over her.

She frowned a little. “Are you sure you feel okay enough to walk around? You just got stabbed not even twelve hours ago..”

I brushed some strands of hair out of her face, giving her a gentle smile. “I’ll be okay, darling. The wound is almost fully healed and I barely feel it. Don’t worry about me, okay?’

Y/N looked down for a moment before holding the blanket to her. “Alright, just…please be careful.”

“I will, I promise.” I said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she closed her eyes, going back to sleep. I smiled to myself as I watched her for a few moments before I walked out of the room.

I walked up the stairs and to the balcony. It was 8:47 in the morning now and the sun was now completely up. I leaned forward on the railing, watching as the clouds slowly passed by.

“You were no better than me at one point, remember that.”

“I’m not sure if you’re out there at all, or if you’re listening…” I started, gazing down at my hands, “But, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for letting myself lose control and hurting you, all of you. You deserved nothing but the best and yet I let you see me at my worst and lowest..” A stray tear rolled down my face as I spoke. “I took advantage of each of you, and I never should’ve let myself get that bad. I fear I might be going down that dreaded path again, and if I do…I’m sorry..”

I really was like him, wasn’t I? Taking advantage of the innocent and using them for my own sick gain…

I hung my head and sighed, letting the tears silently fall freely. I was feeling something familiar inside me and it wasn’t pretty. It was the same feeling I had felt too many times before…

“No…God, please no..” I whispered shakily. “Don’t be what I think this is, please!” I shouted. “I’ve been trying so hard to avoid this, don’t let it come back..”

I was becoming addicted again, I could feel it..

“What am I going to do?” I mumbled, shoving my face into my hands. How the hell was I going to get over this?

Monster, you’re a fucking monster. You’re only going to hurt little Y/N now, aren’t you?

I pulled at my hair, trying to ignore the taunting thoughts that echoed in my head.

You’re just going to scare her away, just like you did with THEM. She would never love you, nobody ever could love you..

I couldn’t ignore them, they were only growing louder it seemed..

“Enough, enough…”

Go on, just admit it already. You’re not worthy of love. You aren’t worthy of HER. You don’t deserve her, you’re foolish for believing you deserve anything…

“Shut up, shut the fuck up…leave me the hell alone..”

Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Chris?”

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Third Person POV

“Chris?”

Chris turned to see Y/N standing in the door frame, looking at him with concern. Oh shit… He needed to act cool, and fast. He couldn’t let himself be so vulnerable!

“Little dove, what are you doing up?” He asked, quickly wiping his face to try and hide the fact he had been crying.

“I couldn’t sleep..” She muttered before walking over to him. “Have you been crying?”

Chris was surprised. She was good. She could read him like a book.“What? No, no of course not!” He defended, looking away.

Y/N wasn’t stupid. She could see the tear stains on his face. ‘Chris, your eyes are glossy and red, and I can see the tear stains..”

Chris continued to look away. “I’m okay, honest. Please don’t worry yourself over me all the time…”

“I worry because I care..” She said softly, pulling him into a hug. “I can see that you’re upset and something is clearly bothering you. You don’t have to talk about it, I understand if it’s something you don’t want to share. But…things will be okay. I’m always here for you.”

At first, Chris tensed up a little. His head was a mess because of her blood. It wasn’t her fault though, she was helping him because she cared, and that meant a lot to him. He wrapped his arms around her, allowing himself to melt into her arms.

“Do you think…they’d forgive me?” He muttered, resting his chin on her head.

Y/N was confused for a moment before realizing what he meant. So that’s what was upsetting him. Her heart hurt for him. He had been too hard on himself, beating himself up. It was sad and she wanted to be there for him.

“I think so. It would take time, but I think they’d forgive you. It would probably take a bit to earn their trust though..”

That comforted him a bit. She really was a sweetheart…

‘I-I hope so…I never meant to hurt them. I was just stupid..”

“And now, you have the chance to be better. You’re gonna be strong and push through this.” Y/N said with a smile.

If only it was that easy…

“You’re right. Thanks for that, little dove..” He said, pulling away slightly and giving her a sheepish smile.

Oh, he was so cute when he smiled like that..

“Of course, anytime.”

Chris looks at her with admiration, his hand cupping her cheek gently. He brushes some hair out of her face tenderly as he stares into her beautiful eyes. Leaning forward, his lips meet hers in a soft, sweet kiss.

Y/N gasps as her eyes widen and her cheeks flush. She was so in shock, so surprised. Slowly, she kisses him back. The kiss was soft and tender.

One of Chris’ hands was tangled in her hair, the other resting on her cheek. Her lips were so soft, so plump and perfect. Was this what heaven felt like? To be caught in a kiss so delicate, so gentle with a beautiful girl like this? He wanted to savor every possible second of this.

He pulls away slowly, his forehead leaning against hers. He can’t help but grin as he stares into her eyes. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were full of love and adoration for this girl.

Y/N was similar. She smiled up at him shyly, cheeks tinted pink and all. “I…woah. That…that was something..” She says with a small chuckle, trying to catch her breath.

“You enjoyed it, I hope?” He asks softly, a hopeful smile on his lips.

Y/N nods at him, a bigger smile on her face. “I did. I was not expecting it, but…it was nice.”

“Good…good I’m glad..”

They stayed like this for a few moments, enjoying the closeness, enjoying each other. Then, Y/N pulls away completely, still wearing a shy expression on her face. “I’ll…see you later?”

Chris was not fully paying attention. His mind was wandering, still thinking of her, of that moment. That one moment of pure bliss and contentment. He finally snaps back to reality, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I’ll…*ahem* see you later, little dove.”

Y/N gives him a soft smile. She quickly pecks a kiss to his cheek before she leaves, going down the stairs. Chris stands there, holding his cheek and watching her leave until she is out of sight completely. His face flushes a deep shade of red as he sighs.

“I’m not sure which I’m more infatuated with…her blood, or her…”

The answer was unclear to me.

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Y/N’s POV

He kissed me…

Chris….he actually kissed me!

My mind was going a million miles a second and my heart couldn’t stop racing. Even though the kiss already happened a few minutes ago, I couldn’t get it off my mind. I couldn’t get HIM off my mind.

His lips were so soft, so gentle. He tasted like honey, and he was addicting…

And the way he held me, the way he held my face with such gentleness with one hand, the other in my hair, his fingers tangled in it to pull me closer…

I touched my lips with my fingertips, and I could still feel the warmth from his lips, the softness, the feeling that they brought me.

If I closed my eyes, I could just barely feel his lips on mine. It was rather taunting in a way. I wanted more. I wanted the closeness again, to feel his love being poured into my being. I wanted him…

I didn’t realize I was standing in the hallway daydreaming until Becca approached me, a confused expression on her face.

“Y/N, are you alright? Your face is red!”

I snapped out of my thoughts, looking up at Becca as I rubbed the back of my neck, chuckling nervously. “Y-yes! I’m alright…just uh..”

Becca then looked at me, a knowing smile on her face. “Something happened with Christopher, I take it?”

A blush dusted over my face before I sighed, rubbing my arm. “He…he kissed me.”

Becca’s eyes widened. She seemed shocked for a moment before she smiled more. “Oh, I knew it wouldn’t be long before he did. He’s so infatuated with you!”

Her words made me realize something. I…had feelings for Chris. I was falling so hard for him. That explained why I had wanted his lips on mine again, why I went after him in the snow storm, why I had comforted him….why I offered him my blood. It all made sense now.

“You…you really think so?”

“No doubt about it! He wouldn’t have kissed you if he didn’t feel anything for you. Honestly, I think he’d do anything for you.”

This made me blush. She was right. Surely, that kiss meant something to him. It definitely meant something to me.

“Now you’re just proving my point from earlier, Y/N! I can tell you feel the same for Christopher.”

She was right again. I loved Chris. I loved him so much. “You’re right…I do.”

“Then tell him! He deserves to know. It won’t be as awkward when you get it off your chest.”

That part, I was hesitant on. I was afraid to tell him, not because I was worried if he’d feel the same, but if he was ready to let himself love again. He was still mad at himself for his past. I was worried he’d continue to project his fears onto me.

I sighed. “I will, at some point. I just…want him to be able to open his heart up, feel safe to love again..”

Becca looked at me softly. “You’re a very considerate person, Y/N. That’s very smart. I think what Christopher needs is some gentle guidance. Let him be okay with opening his heart up again.”

I smiled. “I’d do anything to make him feel loved.”

Becca smiled back. “I know. I can tell. You make him happy. Ever since you’ve arrived, he’s been in a better mood. Not that he was never in good spirits, but I think you add just a little sparkle in his eyes.”

“You really think that? I make him happy?”

Becca smiles warmly. “Yes. He’s at his best when he’s around you. Physically and mentally. I think meeting you was one of the best things that’s ever happened to him.”

I can’t help but blush. “I can…certainly say the same thing about him.”

Becca smiles and pats my shoulder before walking away, leaving me alone once again. I had butterflies. Now I really couldn’t stop thinking about Chris. I didn’t want to either.

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Christopher’s POV

No matter what I did, she was on my mind the whole day. Those beautiful eyes, pretty lips, hypnotic taste…

I needed her. I needed her so badly. Not just her blood, but her. I wanted Y/N. It was killing me.

My head was a mess. I wanted to tell her how I felt so badly. I wanted to be with her. But on the other hand, I was afraid I’d scare her away. I was becoming obsessed with her taste, and being romantic with her…

What if I did something to her? What if I hurt her? I’d scare her away, no doubt about it. If I did that again…

Should I follow my mind and keep her safe?

Or should I follow my heart and give myself a chance?

I let out a sigh as I sat before the piano. I needed a way to clear my mind. Playing the piano has always helped with that.

I took a breath before I closed my eyes and my fingers pressed the piano keys. They danced over different keys, playing a melody of my own. A song of confusion, sadness, desperation, love, pain….everything I had been feeling. I was letting everything out into the song.

I was lost in the sounds I had played. My mind was not there, I was in a different world, a world where I didn’t feel so hurt, where my mind wasn’t so complicated. It was a safe place for me.

As I played the final notes, I exhaled and opened my eyes. As I sighed, I felt all of the tension leave my body. Then, I hear clapping? I turn to see Y/N standing not too far from me, applauding me.

“Chris, that was beautiful!” She says as she walks toward me. “I’ve never heard something so huantingly sad yet beautiful.”

I could feel my face heating up. “Little dove..I…how long have you been standing there?”

She rubs her arm. “Not very long. I was walking by and heard you playing.”

“I..I see..”

Y/N tilts her head. “I hope you don’t mind me watching..”

I quickly shake my head. “N-no! Not at all! You’re always welcome to watch me!” I freeze, my blush intensifying. “T-that came off wrong! I..er… enjoy the company!”

Y/N laughs softly. She goes up to me and cups my face. She looks at me sweetly. I could’ve sworn my face was a deep shade of red. “You think too much sometimes..” She says before she captures my lips in a sweet kiss, catching me off guard.

Now it was my turn to be surprised. I sat there, completely taken aback. I wasn’t sure what to do.

She pulls away, a bit embarrassed. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I-I’ll leave..”

Before she could leave, I took her hand, pulling her back and into my lap. “No, stay. I liked it..” I whispered, my lips inches from hers. Before she could react, I kissed her again. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around my neck. My arms slid around her waist as I tilted my head.

This kiss was much more passionate, much more heated. I sucked on her bottom lip, wanting entrance. She parted her lips for me and I slipped my tongue in, groaning as I explored her mouth. She moaned softly as I did this.

I leaned forward so her back hit the piano seat. I kissed down her neck as her hands made their way into my hair, tugging lightly. “Please, let me taste you, little dove..” I say in a low tone, my voice full of lust. She nods, whimpering as I left a trail of open mouthed kisses down her neck and shoulders.

I undid her pants and sat on my knees. I kissed up her legs and thighs, soft whimpers coming from her pretty lips. I reached her clothed core and I pulled down her underwear.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. I ran a finger over her slit, and groaned at how wet she was for me. “Mm, so wet for me, pretty dove..”

“C-Chris…please..”

I smirk. “Please what, little dove?”

“Please touch me..” She whimpers. So pretty…

“Such a needy little dove..” I coo, moving my head between her legs. I lick a teasing stripe up her entrance, earning a whine from her. Wasting no more time, I push my tongue inside, groaning at her taste.

“Oh my god!” Y/N cries, gripping my hair. “Just like that, yes!”

I flatten my tongue inside her, and grab her thighs, pulling her closer to me. I moan inside her, savoring her sweet taste. My mouth moved to her clit, taking it in my mouth and sucked at it. I stuck a finger inside her at the same time.

Y/N’s back arches as she moans out. I tug at her clit lightly as I pump my finger in and out. “Ah, Chris!”

I insert another finger, and curl both of them inside her. Y/N cries out, begging me for more. I lick long stripes on her clit and her legs shake.

“Chris, m’gonna cum!-” She cries out before releasing. I pull back, rubbing her thighs as I lean in and kiss her passionately, making her taste herself.

If I wasn’t hooked on her now, I sure as hell was now.

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My babies 🥰💜💜💜

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Donors Wanted Pt. 1 - Chris Motionless

AN: Hey, here it is. I have never written in first person so if this is slightly lower quality than my other work it is because I am adjusting to that, but here is the first part! I hope you all enjoy it! I have no clue how many more parts I intend for this but it'll be several!

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I slip out of the shower before making my way back towards my bedroom, trying to decide what I should do. I know the inevitable is going to happen, the sun is now setting so they should be here with the one who is sick. I sigh, slipping into some sweatpants and a shirt to be comfortable figuring that would probably be the best but really not sure how any of this is going to work honestly.

Suddenly Sierra is standing outside my door, startling me when I leave my room.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” I grasp my chest, startled as my body jumps from my sudden presence of my roommate.

“I wanted to tell you that you should probably make sure to eat, this time he is going to need more than usual because of how rough he is and I don't want you too exhausted or to pass out. I already made some of your favorite pasta and have it on the stove for you,” she says softly, giving me a smile as she steps away to give me room to step out into the hallway. Her blue eyes show me just how happy she is that I am willing to do this, that I want to help her friend.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks, I assumed I’d be sitting there awhile too so I wore something comfortable. I guess I don’t know how to prepare for any of this, honestly I am starting to get nervous about this all Sierra,” I finally admit. I refuse to look at her, knowing she would want to try and make it better if she knows just how bad I am.

“Hey, I was too the first time I did this for Rick, but then just knowing I was helping someone, that I was able to help him stay alive, it helped me feel like it was worth it. Now we have a really strong bond, honestly we haven’t labeled it but we’re basically a couple. This isn’t a bad thing honestly, is it going to hurt, yes, I almost guarantee it this time because he is going to be a lot rougher more than likely. But normal feedings, they don’t. After the initial sting of the bite it actually can feel okay, or they can make you feel great because it gives the two of you a bond nobody else has with them,” she says. Her eyes meet mine again as she smiles, I can tell her feelings are genuine. That she means everything she says, that she does feel that bond with Rick.

“I, thank you. I just needed that reassurance. I guess that this genuinely won't be terrible, come on, lets go eat some dinner before they get here,” I say softly, squeezing her arm as I walk by her in the hallway in thanks for helping me feel better.

We both settle on the couch with a bowl of our pasta, putting one of our favorite shows on the tv so that we could sit and try to relax about this impending moment, me pulling my blanket around myself as I try to warm up, unsure if I feel cold because of my anxieties or if I am actually cold.

We are most of the way through dinner when there is a knock on the door, making me tense up in fear as the reality of what is about to happen comes crashing down. I almost instantly glance at Sierra, silently begging her to answer the door so I have another couple moments before this actually happens.

She gets up, giving me a reassuring smile before she goes and opens the door, hugging the shorter man that is standing in the front before ushering him in. Then behind him there are two bigger guys carrying in another, one that is clearly sick. His eyes are barely even open, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he lets them carry him, limp and unmoving inside of our house.

I let out a gasp when I realized just how sick he actually is, I don’t know why I thought it wasn’t actually this bad when Sierra told me about him but I didn’t. This poor man, his black hair hangs in his face, almost covering his dark eyes as they move and gently set him on the couch next to me.

Before I can register what’s happening the shorter one has their arms wrapped around me in a hug, one that I stiffly return, anxious and confused.

“Thank you, thank you so much for helping our leader. We, we all thought we were going to lose him and we’d never find someone who would help,” he says, his voice soft in my ear before he pulls away with a smile.

“Uhhh… you’re welcome?” I say awkwardly, not sure what I should think about this all.

“Hey Rick, you probably should have said who you were before you just pulled her into a hug, she's already anxious,” Sierra scolds before she looks at me. “That was Rick, he's the clan doctor of this group.”

The one who is named Rick gives me another smile. His dark hair looks beautiful against his skin and blue eyes, I can understand why Sierra seems to have a thing for him, he is much her type.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m Rick, and those two that helped me bring Chris over are Ryan and Justin,” he gestures to the other two. I notice Ryan is a bit more bulky, his muscles in his arms prominent as he gives me a slight wave. The piercing in his nose for some reason stands out to me, maybe because I didn’t expect it. Justin on the other hand is quite a bit taller than the other men, his hair an artificial blonde color which tells me he either dyes it or intends to. Justin gives me a sad smile, like he's happy I am helping but distraught over their leader being in rough shape.

“Um Hi? I’m y/n. Sorry, normally I have more to say but I’m still… processing things. What do I need to do or whatever,” I say softly, my eyes settling on the heap of a form that is their leader. My heart is half broken, I can’t help but wonder how long he has been starving to get this sick. And the fact he is taking the admirable path and refusing to just go eat like most of their kind would and is letting himself starve…. I just can’t wrap my head around this.

“Well, normally you two would meet a couple times a week give or take so that he could come and feed, and you’d arrange that together but he clearly couldn’t do that this time. I also unfortunately am thinking we may have to umm cut you, make him smell your blood to make his instincts kick in to drink from you. His body is so shut down that I don’t think he is going to be able to just naturally do it. Anyways, there are a few things I do think you should know first. Mostly this one, drinking from a human, it naturally arouses us, so if he ever kisses you or something, please don’t take it badly it’s probably because of that natural response. Second, we are able to heal your wounds with our saliva, so when it’s done and you allow him to lick the marks they will go away within a few minutes. And third, most importantly, you are always welcome to cancel this arrangement at any point. It is preferable with notice but if you just decide you can’t do it anymore it is understood and you’d be allowed to leave. Uhh Ryan, Justin, am I forgetting anything? I’m so used to Chris doing this talk with new people that I don’t remember what all he says.” Rick asks, glancing towards the other men to ask if he missed anything.

“I don’t think so honestly,” Ryan says, giving a shrug as he watches you curiously. Normally the donors are freaking out more but somehow you don’t seem to be and it is honestly perplexing him, making him wonder why.

“I, I guess we should start this, not waste time in helping him feel better huh?” I ask, my eyes still watching their leaders form as I take in the sight of him some more.

“I’d suggest if you don’t mind maybe doing this in your bedroom, it’s going to take a while so that way you can make yourself comfortable, and so if it is easier he is able to lay down,” Justin quickly suggests, wanting to make this as easy on both Chris and I as he can.

“Uh yeah okay, follow me I guess,” I say softly, leading them towards my bedroom, watching a little curiously as the two men are carrying their leader again as I sit against the headboard, learning back so as to try and be comfortable while they place Chris on the bed next to me.

“I think what will be easiest is to just have you give him your wrist, see if he’ll take it. If not, do you care if I cut you, not a lot but just enough that it should make him instinctively react and hopefully reach for you? He’d still wind up biting you but at least then we know he is drinking,” Rick asks, looking up at me with his blue eyes looking sad, like he doesn’t want to do this.

I nod, moving to place my arm right in front of Chris, hoping that he’ll find the strength to just lean in and take what he needs but when he doesn’t I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness, wanting him to just do it. I let out a sigh, moving to hold my hand out towards Rick so that he can take his knife and lightly cut me, hoping he understands that I am telling him to just go ahead and do it.

He also sighs, moving to lightly knick me, enough to make me bleed but not enough to hurt me as I let out a small gasp from the sting. I move to put my arm in front of Chris’ face again, noticing that his eyes are opening as he just watches me closely, practically drooling over it but not acting.

“Fuck, come on Chris,” I whisper, suddenly aware that I want him to do this, that I want to help him and I feel hopeless. He finally leans in, smelling me softly before I feel his teeth suddenly clamp down, biting into my flesh hard, making me gasp and let out a cry, in both surprise and pain as he finally gives in to this.

His lips settle on my skin around his teeth as he finally begins to drink, his hands pulling my arm and me closer to him as he takes what he needs, my eyes meeting his as he does. I can’t bring myself to look away from his eyes, something drawing me in, neither of us looking away from the other until we hear some quiet cheers from across the room as everyone realizes that he is actually feeding from me.

I look back towards him again, noticing a small stream of red running down his chin and can’t help myself but to wipe it off with my fingers, noticing how he shuddered slightly under that touch as he continued to drink. His eyes staying locked on me as he starts to look healthier, gaining more strength and his powerful aura is starting to shine through more and more as he continues.

I start to grow tired as he continues to feed, starting to slump in my bed a little as he continues for a few moments longer, my eyes growing heavy. He pulls away and looks at me with such a soft expression on his face, one of thanks, adoration, admiration before he pulls my arm back towards him, gently licking at the wounds of his bite and of the cut before he gently places it back down, brushing a strand of hair out of my face before looking towards the others in the room.

“Can one of you go get her some orange juice or something, it’ll help her perk up a little from this,” he says, his tone commanding.

Within seconds the other three men are scrambling out of the room, headed towards your fridge to do as he asks while your friend Sierra watches you, concerned because of how pale you look.

I don’t look at her though, I choose to look over at Chris again, who is still seated next to me. When I meet his eyes he gives me a smile, a hand settles softly on my arm as he lightly rubs his fingers along the skin that he had previously bitten.

“Thank you, I, just thank you,” he says softly, his eyes watching mine as he continues to treat me so gentle, so valuable and I don’t know what to do about it, what to think.

“Chris, it’s no problem, wanted to help who everyone thought so highly of,” I say softly, rubbing my eyes a little bit as the exhaustion still hits me.

As soon as the words leave my mouth the guys return back, someone shoving a glass towards me of the juice as they all watch to make sure I drink, that I am doing alright. I finish it and lean back with a sigh, feeling a little better but still not great.

“Well, do you want all of us to sit here and keep an eye on her or do you trust yourself enough to watch her for a little bit herself. As much as you drank from her, someone needs to watch her for an hour or so, make sure she is okay because it was so much more than usual,” Rick explains, looking at Chris.

“I can do it, you guys have already done more than enough. Someone go check on Vinny, we all know he still struggles a little bit with urges when he's alone and the rest of you can go, thank you,” Chris says, nodding towards them before they all look towards me again, all giving me their thanks for what I did before they wander out.

It is quiet for a minute while it is only Chris and I in the room, neither of us sure what we should say or what we should think, before he finally breaks the silence.

“Thank you for this… now I feel like we should talk, get to know each other better because we are going to be seeing a decent bit of each other,” he says gently, moving to help me lay down on the bed when he can tell that I am ready for it. My head now rests on my pillow before a blanket is draped over the top of me while he still sits there next to me.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

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