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yournecessaryevil · 2 months
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Imagine...
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...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)
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"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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littlehatefxxk · 8 months
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⛧ Ricky Olson x Reader ⛧
“Quickie” (Smut Oneshot)
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Themes: Oral sex(giving & receiving), Kissing, Fingering, dirty talking, deep throating
It was a hot summer day and you had just finished doing your makeup and hair. Usually you’d stay back home but Ricky wanted to spend more time with you so he brought you along for their summer tour.
The band didn’t go on until later tonight but everyone was still busy. As of right now Ricky was outside doing an interview leaving you alone on the bus which was rare. Finally some peace and quiet than the usual chaos you thought.
You went through your luggage trying to find an outfit to wear. The weather today felt like it’d melt off your skin so being half dressed seemed the way to go. You ended up picking a red bikini set and wore that with some high waisted black demin shorts that were maybe just a little too short. To accessorize you wore a few necklaces, some rings, and sunglasses all paired with your favorite pair of combat boots.
You pulled out your phone to take a couple selfies until you heard Ricky answering questions & laughing. You went over to the window and looked outside seeing him. Fuck, he looked so sexy. His ran his hand through his hair fixing it back. That always drove you wild. Without realizing you were just watching him the next few minutes, daydreaming of every position he could put you in.
He then waved bye to the camera and hugged the interviewer goodbye. He than started to make his way back over to the bus and suddenly you became so very excited. Just for laughs you decided you’d mess with him. You quickly made your way to the back of the bus where there was a small room. You hid behind the door out of sight trying to hold in your giggles.
Just then you heard the tour bus door opening and then closing.
“Hey babe, I’m back!”
You smiled hoping you’d get him good. Footsteps slowly approached closer and closer and then you took your chance. You jumped out quickly yelling ‘boo’ as he jumped getting scared.
“Haha I so got you!” you teased.
Ricky immediately glared at you as he got closer to you. You continued laughing at his reaction as he was now inches away from your face. Your back now against the wall he took his hand to hold your chin up to look at him.
“You think that’s funny?”
You laughed saying yes but Ricky stayed serious. His eyes met yours again and it was at that point you realized the situation. He was going to punish you for it. But not here right? Not right now at this moment? Someone could walk in you thought. You stopped laughing now but still giggled. Ricky brought his mouth to your right ear as his hand held your throat.
“Do you see me laughing hmm? You think I’m messing around? We’ll see how funny it is to you when I fuck that mouth of yours right here.”
You swallowed hard hearing those last few words.
“Okay okay, I’m sorry for scaring you. I won’t do it again.”
His grip tightened a little.
“Apologize all you want. Nothing is going to change what I’m going to make you do. Now be a good girl and get on your knees.”
He took a few steps back giving you space as he started to undo his pants. You got on your knees as you looked down the corridor of the bus hoping no one would walk in.
“S-someone could walk in Ricky…”
His cock was freed and he was hard already. You just looked up at him a little concerned.
“Well then I guess you better make this quick huh? Now stick your tongue out.”
You did as you were told offering your mouth to him. Your tongue circled the tip of cock teasingly just how he liked it. Your hands pumped from the base as you took it into your mouth now. His hand rested on the back of your head as he moaned.
“Mmh just like that baby. Such a good girl all for me hmm?”
He knew calling you that drove you insane. Especially during sex. That alone made you wet. Now you were taking his cock deeper into your mouth as you bobbed your head back and fourth. His grip now within your hair keeping that pace as you moved.
“Look at you, taking my cock so well. I think you can take it in deeper..”
He pulled out for a moment as you quickly wiped the excess saliva off from your mouth and took a breath. Relaxing yourself he entered your mouth again, now deeper. His hand gripped your head as he slowly began to fuck your throat.
“Oh fuck baby, just like that…”
He went faster as your hands gripped his thighs taking him all in. You wanted nothing more than to please him. A couple more fast thrusts and he pulled out giving you time to breathe. Moments later he entered again going fast. You hummed, the sound being muffled as it reverberated around his cock. Saliva was falling out from the sides of your mouth but at this point you didn’t care. His breathing was now heavier.
“Fuck, I’m so close already baby. You gonna be a good girl a swallow it?”
Your hands gripped his thighs tightly as you moaned with him still in your mouth. Your eyes watered but you tried your best to stare back up at him as he face fucked you. A few more fast thrusts and he moaned loudly releasing himself into your mouth. He pulled out as you swallowed his cum and gave yourself a moment to breathe and wipe your face.
“I just finished my makeup Ricky..now it’s ruined.”
Now he laughed.
“Aw my poor little baby. You can always fix it.”
“He pulled his pants back up as you sat on the bed now grabbing your makeup bag.
“I’m not finished with you yet baby..”
Now he knelt on the floor in between your legs.
“Let me make it up to you..”
He kissed your inner thighs as you set your makeup bag aside. God, he drives you crazy. You quickly undid your shorts as he helped you undress. Ricky couldn’t wait a second longer so he just moved your swimsuit bottoms to the side as his tongue licked between your wet folds.
“Mmm Ricky…”
His hands wrapped around your thighs as you pulled his hair back watching him attack your pussy. You felt his tongue circle around your sensitive clit as you felt that feeling start to build up. As his tongue flicked your clit he inserted a finger earning a moan from you.
“You taste so good baby. All wet for me..”
Just then you could hear few of the members outside talking and cracking jokes. You look over at the window but it’s closed and thankfully has blinds. Somehow almost getting caught excites you.
“Ricky, the guys are outside…”
He pulls away a moment from eating you out.
“So? If they hear, they hear.”
He goes back to sucking your clit as he now inserts 2 fingers.
“Fuck…Ricky, what if they walk in?”
He laughs as he looks up at you.
“Let them fucking watch.”
He starts fingering you now seeing your face fall back feeling so good.
“You want them to watch don’t you?”
You say nothing as his fingers rub your pussy earning a whimper from you.
“Tell me,” he says right up against your ear.
“Mmmm”
All you focus on is his voice and fingers rubbing you.
“Such a bad girl. Wanting the rest of the members to hear and see you. You fucking want that don’t you?”
He’s practically growling into your ear.
“Yes,” you say softly.
His fingers stop rubbing earning a whine from you.
“You can do better than that baby. Otherwise I’m not going to give you what you want.”
Just then you hear Vinny’s voice.
“Anyone see Rick actually? He’s been gone awhile.”
“Saw him doing an interview awhile ago. Not sure where he is now,” Chris responds.
Ricky just smirks at you as his fingers rub you slowly and teasingly. You want him to go faster but instead you just whine wanting release.
“Come on baby, tell me. You want them watching you? Seeing how much of a naughty girl you are?”
“Hey Rick you in there?!” Vinny yells at the bus knocking the side of it.
Ricky picks up the pace as you start breathe heavily.
“I want them…”
“You want them to what?” Ricky purs against your ear.
The members outside laugh at whatever they’re talking about and just the thought of them hearing or walking in gets you more excited.
“I want them to watch me…I’m so close..please Ricky..”
“Moan my name when you finish, I want them to hear.”
Ricky brings his mouth back to your pussy flicking his tongue against your clit. You lay back moaning as you grip the sheets feeling so close to your climax. Moments later you cum your legs closing around Ricky’s head but he doesn’t stop.
“Mmm Ricky!”
Your body shakes finally climaxing as he pulls away to look at you.
“Good girl.”
He kisses your mouth as you taste yourself. You catch your breath before going to the bathroom to clean up and put your shorts back on. The door opens to the bus and Vinny walks in seeing Ricky on his phone while sitting down on the couch.
“Bro I’ve been looking for you. Did you not hear me knocking on the bus earlier?”
“Sorry guess I didn’t hear you. Been waiting on (Y/N) to get out of the bathroom.”
“You don’t have to lie, you guys were fucking huh?” Vinny teased.
“Shut up, no we weren’t.”
Ricky was about to throw the water bottle that was next to him until you finally walk out.
“Oh hey Vinny. I’m finally ready babe. Let me just get my bag.”
You walk to the back room to get your stuff as Vinny shoots Ricky a glance.
“Oh yeah you guys definitely fucked.”
“Not even, shut up.”
“Why is her makeup smeared then?”
Vinny smirks as Rick is left speechless.
“Don’t worry man, I won’t tell anyone haha. If I were you I’d do the same. I got your back bro. Anyways all of us are outside wanting to get food so I’ll go wait back outside.”
Vinny leaves and Ricky comes to see you fixing your makeup.
“So uh..”
“What’s the problem?” you ask.
“Nothing just uh, Vinny know we fucked.”
You go silent feeling a little embarrassed.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have been so loud.”
You hit Ricky’s arm as he sits next to you.
“It’s your fault.”
“Yeah yeah, but you enjoyed it didn’t you?”
You feel your face go red.
“It’s okay, I enjoyed it too. Maybe later after the show I’ll fuck you right here with door locked and have everyone hear you.”
Aahhh! Hope you guys enjoyed reading you little sickos haha. I haven’t written in years but it feels good to write again honestly, I missed it! I still have so many more ideas for one shots I wanna do so I’ll definitely be writing those next. Let me know what guys think though, I’d love to know. Hope you are all doing well! Stay hydrated, take ur meds, be kind to one another🖤
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horrorolson · 7 months
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Imagine...
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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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ricky-horrors-whore · 4 months
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Vinny Mauro Headcanons
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Because I love him
I am small please be kind
He will get you to film him doing stupid shit if Ricky's not around (like peeling off his callous then eating it...).
You start to get a little apprehensive when he gets excited and goes "Hey, hey, film me real quick, watch this-" but you do it anyway. Your camera is filled with little clips of him.
Will also take your phone and leave you surprise pics of either goofy ass faces, or little smooch faces and making little hearts with his hands.
Always signs off texts and ends calls saying "I love you" (he says this so much he's such a sweetie I can't guys)
Loves if you make him playlists, or help make him playlists.
He will randomly sending you a playlist he made for you, and it'll either be favorite songs, or sappy songs cause he's trying to be sweet, but then there's be something random as hell like Big 'n' Chunky or Carl Poppa thrown in just to smack you.
Do the same to him and he'll look at you so betrayed before laughing.
Big fan of nicknames, will come up with the goofiest, mushy ones when he's trying to get your attention. It gets worse if you try to ignore him. Pookie? Angel? Gummy Bear? My favorite tree frog? Dragon cookie? just anything until you HAVE to at least side eye him.
Normally just sticks to one though, 'Mama' (@foliosriot killing my sweetly here)
Actually loves when you call him 'Babygirl'.
He will answer to anything you call him, ridiculous anything, but he gets a little giddy smile with that one.
Gets sad when he doesn't get to see you for awhile and just wants you to join him on tour.
Doesn't matter if you have no way whatsoever to be helpful on a multi-month trip.
"Yeah but you make me happy, moral support." with a cheesy grin.
So many jokes. inside jokes. random jokes. He loves making you laugh so much and he's so good at it.
So much to the point he'll turn to you with a look and you can't help but giggle and it annoys everyone else what is this about.
His place is always well stocked with the best snacks, your favorites included.
Will share the best with you, including his ice cream, then try to say he's not playing favorites.
Loves if you feed him snacks while he streams. Like he is not paying attention to anything and you'll just feed him whatever.
He fully trusts you doing this too.
Not long after he said he doesn't like twizzlers "But you look like such a twizzler boy??" "What does that mean?? chat help", a few stream later, you look directly into the camera and start feeding him a twizzler to see the truth.
He munches away mumbling "thanks" and is very confused once he's done and you just say "Liar." while chat's going ballistic.
Loves when you join him on streams, whether you play anything or just hangout with him, he's happy you're there :)
He's pretty private besides his stream knowing you, but talks about you all the time.
His mom knows about you and thinks you sound wonderful, keeps asking about you too and he's happy to talk.
The guys know all about you before you meet any of them. Chris asks you about something that happened to you the other day before you're even introduced.
Vinny is a cuddle bug and your personal teddy bear. He will just come up and wrap his arms around you and snuggle up to you, not PDA shy, he wants cuddles.
If you're sitting or doing something he'll come up behind and press his chest to your back with his arms around you and just contently snuggle up and sigh with a smile resting against you.
Or flop onto your lap and try to demand attention (favorites being playing with his hair, and kisses.)
He runs especially warm! your personal heater coziest of hugs especially when you're cold.
Just walk up to him for a hug and soak in the warmth. He knows you're doing this and just grins and rocks you both back and forth.
For that reason cold temps while sleeping are a must.
Both for cuddling at night and nearly kicking you off the bed.
There is either a hand in your face and Vinny sprawled across the mattress or you're stuck wrapped in his strong arms and occasional snoring beside you for the foreseeable future.
Sleep talker, he just mumbled nonsense in your ear or whatever's happening in his dreams. He also gets talking like that when he's really sleepy especially when he's up far too late gaming and you'll ask what he just said and he tries to recall through brainfog and has no idea.
When he's sad or just feeling down he'll hug your stomach and you pet his hair softly and it's his favorite way to be comforted.
Very playful and goofy but loves tender moments like that.
Strikes me as a guy who would be SO impressed and in awe if you took your bra off without removing your shirt.
You're just chilling together and sick of wearing it and now he's staring at you, not even for tiddies, just WHAT.
Might steal a bra to try it himself when you're not home.
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holding-on-to-smoke · 5 months
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ello luv 🖤
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beaker1636 · 4 months
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Playful Kiss - Vinny Engagement Smut/Fluff
Request: Vinny proposes to you which leads to the craziest best sex the two of you ever had. After you tell everyone he proposed like he didn't just rearrange tour insides.
AN: So I varied slightly from this, opting for instead more of a rushed or quicky sex scene because they had a place to be to be able to let everyone know, so I hope that is okay. It just seemed to flow a bit better. I will include the photos that were used as inspiration for their poses at the end, thank you google!
Also ya'll better be ready because this one is a doozy, almost 5000 words! Enjoy! (Also had to include a photo of vin being adorable because why not?)
Shoutout to @tearfallpixie I was really struggling with the proposal scene and she helped me immensely!
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“I really like this dress on you, it compliments you really well mama,” Vinny says.  Stepping up behind you in the mirror and wrapping his hands around your waist, a playful kiss being left on your cheek. You feel your cheeks blush slightly, always loving the attention he gives you.
    “You look pretty handsome yourself, thank you for agreeing to take pictures with me.  I just thought it would be fun to do some,” you say softly, turning around to give him a kiss. “We don’t really have any really nice photos of us.”
    “We don't, you are right.  And luckily I happen to know several photographers,” he says with a playful wink before backing away from you. “Speaking of, Rick sent me the location we are going to.  It is in the woods because he said the colors are great out there right now.  I know he had some ideas in mind, the couple he has shown me I thought were fun.”
“Sounds good, Let me grab a jacket and I’ll be right out.” You answer, moving to slip your shoes on and find your favorite sweater. You follow Vinny out the front door a couple minutes later and get into the warm car, music playing in the background softly.
    The drive was short, about 15 minutes before you showed up at the photo location, noticing Rick was already there messing with his camera. He had a tripod set to the side in case he needed it but other than that the clearing was empty, mostly coated in red and orange leaves that had fallen the night previous. You both get out of the car, greeting Rick with a smile.
 “Thank you for doing this for us,” you say with a smile.
“You’re welcome, okay so here is what I am thinking…” he says, moving the two of you how he wants in the leaves with the trees in the background. To be honest you are excited to see how these turn out, with all the vibrant colors around you. Autumn is such a beautiful time of year and you think the photos are going to turn out beautiful.
    “Okay so the two of you are really playful together so I want to take that route in your photos instead of traditional poses, maybe a couple traditional ones but I want to show what you are like as a couple. So the first one I had in mind was something with you on his shoulders like this,” Rick says, showing you a photo on his phone. It was a picture of a girl sitting with her legs over her man's shoulders and looking down at him with a huge smile on her face as he stabilized her by holding her arms out. “I figured it was easier to show you what I am thinking instead of trying to make you do it by instruction.”
“Yeah, I get what you want.  Here y/n,” Vinny says, kneeling on the ground in front of you so that he can set you on his shoulders.  You giggle when he does because of the fact you almost fell off at first before you got adjusted. His grip was tight in yours so that you didn’t slip again and finally he found his footing so he was able to stand up.
A couple moments later Rick says he got a couple good shots and decided that it was time to move on again.  While he was thinking about what to do next Vin had thrown you over his shoulder, hanging you backwards. As he did so more leaves fell from the trees and you looked up in awe, loving the feel of the wind in your hair.
 “Oh wait, let me catch a few like this.  This is totally fitting for the two of you,” Rick exclaims, moving to capture a couple of you flung over his shoulder.  You giggling as Vinny messed with you, a big smile on his face as well as on yours.
You are honestly kind of glad he had one of his friends do your photos, someone that knows the two of you well enough to come up with ideas that just fit your personality other than normal, boring couples photos.  The two of you truly are pretty playful, you like teasing one another and messing around… to the point that sometimes it really annoys everyone around you.
Rick continues moving you around for another few poses, a couple of the two of you laying in the leaves, a couple kisses he managed to capture, many laughs when you have thrown leaves at each other and messed around.  You are excited to see what it is going to show in the photos because it was so much fun taking them.
“Oh! I have an idea for one. Mama, come here.” Vinny positioned himself to face the camera and pulled you into his arm, hugging you against his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder. You were confused but just went with it, feeling one arm wrap over your shoulder and the other hovering next to you. There were a couple of clicks of the camera behind you before your drummer quickly pulled away. You didn’t miss the grin on his face and the blush on his cheeks but it has been chilly all day so you figured he was just flush from the nippiness in the wind.
“Okay, I have one last thing I want to do unless you have any specifics that you want.  So y/n, turn your back towards Vin… yeah like that, towards me.  And Vin- oooh I like that. Perfect. Okay, good.” You smile as he clicks the camera a couple times, even though you are confused about what exactly Rick is doing but you trust it’ll end well.
“Okay, y/n you can turn towards Vinny now,” Rick calls to you, not looking up from the screen of his camera.
You turn around and almost instantly gasp when you see Vin down on one knee in front of you, holding a ring out.  Your lip instantly pulls into a pout as you fight your tears back at the fact he is doing this right now, beyond happy.
“Y/N, will you marry me?” Vin asks with a huge smile, he already knows that you are going to say yes. That man knows you way too well, and he knew when he was thinking about asking you that you would automatically agree, confident in the fact that you love him.  He is pretty sure he could ask you to do literally anything and you would agree with it.
He also knows that you hate having attention drawn to yourself so he would probably get punched if he tried to do this with a lot of people around, and that you wouldn’t want some extravagant speech.  You just would want it to be the two of you, something simple.
You nod, smiling as you hold your hand out for him to put the ring on for you.  Not sure what you should say right now while all of this is happening, he genuinely shocked you and caught you off guard.  You were not expecting him to ask you like this, that was the furthest thing from your mind when you were getting ready for today.
As he slips the ring on your finger he leaves a light kiss on your hand before he stands up, his hands instantly settling on your waist before he leans in to give you a proper kiss.  Wanting that closeness in the moment, wanting the confirmation that you are here and agreed. When you broke apart he bent down and wrapped his arms around your legs, lifting you up and spinning you in circles. 
“Yes!” He yelled, laughing as you clung to his shoulders. You giggled as you admired his bright grin from above. This man was yours for good now and you couldn’t be happier. 
Both of you honestly forgot Rick was standing there capturing everything as it was happening, both losing track of time as you had your moment. The wind picking up and swirling the leaves around you again as if it was celebrating with you. He lowered you to your feet gently and placed another kiss to your lips before pulling back to admire your glowing smile.
“Thank you for saying yes, Mama,” he says softly, now using his thumbs to wipe away a couple of your tears that fell from your eyes.
“Thank you for finally asking,” you tease him back before turning your head towards Rick.  “I’m assuming you knew this was happening?” Rick only offered a smirk in response, still letting you two bask in your happiness a bit longer. “Thank you for helping Vin plan this.”
“You’re welcome, I’m happy to be part of this for you guys.  Do you want to take a couple photos that are more like engagement photos with your ring? We can do a couple quick ones of you two kissing and stuff before we finish if you would want to,” he offers. 
“You have done more than enough for us Ricky really, I think you have gotten plenty,” you answer with a smile on your face.  “You definitely got more than I thought you would already.”
“And we have to go get changed and everything before going to Chris’ for dinner,” Vin says, his hand finding yours. “As much as I really do not want to,” he whispers in your ear.
“Sounds good, I will start editing tonight when I get home and send them off to you.  Hopefully they’ll be exactly what you want them to be,” Rick says smiling at both of you as you all walk towards your cars to leave.  Getting in so that you can make the drive home and change before you have to make your way to Chris’ place.
About half way home Vin’s hand settles on your thigh, gently squeezing it a couple times before shooting you a quick smile.  His hand then slides up your thigh under the skirt of your dress, you know what he is trying to do and decide to ignore it the best you can for the rest of the drive.  You aren’t going to make it easy on him, if he wants some before you have to leave he can work for it.
When the two of you make it back to your house you slip in, making your way to the bedroom intending to change out of the dress but quickly realize you can’t reach the zipper by yourself, you are going to need Vin’s help which means he likely is going to convince you to give him what he was hinting at in the car without directly telling you.
“Hey babe, can you come help me quick? I can’t get the zipper down myself,” you call to him, unsure of where he wound up in the house.
A couple minutes later he makes his way into your shared bedroom shirtless, moving to stand behind you. One hand is resting on your shoulder while the other starts to slowly draw the zipper down your back.  He leaves a kiss to your now bare shoulder before moving your hair to one side, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek before moving to your ear, so close to you that you could feel his warm breath across your skin there.
“All I could think about earlier was getting you out of this dress, I wasn’t joking when I said you looked amazing mama,” he whispers softly, leaving light touches on the now bare skin of your back and shoulders.
“Then how about you just do it Vin?” you ask him, turning to face him, your own hand now trailing his bare chest softly.  Teasing him in your own way like he was doing to you in the car.
That was all that it took before his lips were on yours, his hands brushing the sleeves of your dress down so that it would pool at your feet, leaving you in just your bra and panties in front of him while he continues to kiss you like a starved man.  
With the dress now off of you he pushes you towards the bed, when the back of your legs hit it he pushes you down onto your back before pulling his lips away from yours long enough to slip his own jeans and boxers off before he settles himself over the top of you. Quickly his lips find their way on your skin again, settling on the skin by your collarbone as he reaches underneath you, unclasping your bra and throwing it across the room and out of his way, his mouth closing around one of your nipples right away.  Sucking it into his mouth, lightly biting before soothing the sting with his tongue before moving to the other.
“Shit mama,” he groans when you reach down between the two of you, taking his erection in your hand and stroking.  Trying to get him fully hard for you, wanting him to get some pleasure from you like he is currently doing for you.  Truthfully you get off on knowing that he is, that he is enjoying what you are doing to him as he does stuff to you.  
His lips leave your skin for a moment while he looks down at you, his lips on yours again for a moment. Short, gentle pecks that are unlike what the two of you are currently doing to each other, like he had to take a quick break to remind you that he loves you before he continues having his way with you.
One of his hands rests on yours, making you stop stroking his cock for a moment while he looks at you, meeting your eyes.
“My turn,” he growls, forcing your hand off of him before he shoves you back down on the mattress and moving to settle a bit further down on the bed.  You know what he is about to do, but you still aren’t prepared when he settles between your thighs, tongue instantly running against your folds as he begins to devour you.  Lips quickly wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly, this man is determined to bring you as much pleasure as he can in this moment.
“Fuck mama, you’re so wet,” he groans, pulling his lips away from you long enough that he can look up at your face.  He wasn’t expecting you to be watching him, but you are.  Enamored with seeing him work you over, how excited he still gets over getting you off. “You taste so good.”
He slides two of his fingers inside of you as he still watches your face, his own resting on your thigh as he watches you let out a breath, your chest heaving slightly as you take in a breath when he begins thrusting his fingers inside of you a couple times.
He moves back to what he was doing, working your clit with his tongue as he continues to flick it and suck on it.  Wanting nothing more than to pull you over the edge with just his mouth and fingers before he is inside of you.  Wanting you to be wet and ready for his cock before he fucks you, because he fully intends to give it to you rough.  Just how you like it.
One more flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers have you coming undone with a moan, your back arching up as he continues his motions for a few more seconds, working you through the high before he pulls away.  Pulling his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean before meeting your eyes.
“Fuck baby, you’re so hot when you come undone for me,” he groans as he moves up from where he is at.  
Letting you wrap your legs around him when he kisses you again, you tasting yourself on his lips as he continues to softly kiss you, letting you relax slightly before he continues.  
Lining himself up with your entrance he slowly slides in, groaning at how wet you are, how tight you are around him as he begins thrusting into you.  Only taking a few thrusts before picking up the pace, his hips hitting yours rather roughly, making you whimper as you are now sensitive from your own orgasm.
“Shit Vin,” you groan, wrapping your legs around his waist as he goes, knowing he likes it when you pull him in like that.
“Fuck, can we shift mama? Want you to ride me,” he asks, a couple soft groans slipping out before you agree.  His hands settle on your waist as he pulls out of you, flipping you both so that he is now laying underneath you as you sink yourself down on him.
“Shit, just like that,” he groans, his hands on your hips as he helps guide you as you start to work yourself on his dick.  Maybe not quite as rough as he was with you but enough that both of you find yourself getting close as you continue to do so.  
You watch his face as his eyes close when he lets out a gasp, loving the look that is running across his face as he slowly comes undone underneath you.  His eyes open again and settle on your hand when he watches you reach down to start circling your own clit, finding yourself close again.  
“Shit that is so hot, love watching you fall apart on me,” he pants softly, feeling you clench around him.  He knows you love it when he talks to you during the act, when he tells you what he is enjoying, how attractive he finds you.  Seconds later you shudder, your second orgasm crashing over you as you slow down your movements slightly. 
Vinny feels himself close to the edge so he holds you against his chest now, thrusting into you before he cums inside of you with a groan, a few more soft thrusts before stopping.  Holding you against his chest in his arms as you both lay there basking in the afterglow for a moment before you move, lifting yourself off of him so that you can clean yourself up in the bathroom quick.
“Oh shit, babe, we are officially late for going to Chris’, we better hurry to get ready and get there before he is too pissed,” Vinny calls to you, you giggle when you hear him trip over his pant leg as he starts pulling a pair of jeans back on.
You slip out of the bathroom and quickly throw on a shirt and jeans, figuring good enough as you watch Vinny bound his way downstairs to go warm up the car.  You move to try and fix your hair that has now become a frizzy mess before giving up and just pulling it into a messy bun before slipping your shoes and jacket on, following Vinny to the car so you both can be on your way.  
“So, how long do you think it’ll take before anyone notices your ring?” Vinny asks you, holding your hand and running his thumb over it as he drives down the road.  He can’t help himself but to touch it, wanting to feel like it is real and that you actually said yes.  
“I don’t know, Chris and Mia (first name I thought of, sorry) can be kind of oblivious when they want to be so we shall see I guess,” you answer giggling, squeezing his hand softly.  “It really is beautiful, I love it Vin.”
“I know, I made your sister help me pick it out when we had an off day on the last tour, so that it would be something you would like,” he says, smiling as he watches the road. “I’m honestly shocked she kept it a secret from you, the way the two of you talk to each other all the time.”
“I can’t either actually, that bitch,” you say, teasingly as you continue to watch out the window, Vinny pulling into Chris’ driveway.
“There are a lot of cars on the road, I wonder if someone is having a party or something around here,” you say softly as you step out of the car, making your way up the steps.
“Uh yeah, about that,” Vinny answers sheepishly as he opens the front door to Chris’ house, all your friends cheering the second you open the door.  “I knew you wouldn’t want everyone being there when I asked but I wanted us to celebrate with our friends.”
You smile, telling him thank you before you start giving hugs to your friends who gave you congratulations, all of the girls wanting to see the ring as you talk with them, being surrounded by their love and support for the two of you.
“Dinner was already dropped off and ready, but you guys chose to show up late for reasons I doubt I want to know so we should probably make our way to the dining room,” Chris says, smiling at the two of you.
You make your way over to him, pulling him into a hug so that you can thank him for hosting this for you, setting it all up so that you could celebrate with everyone.  He really is thoughtful and kind, you appreciate everything that he does for all you guys.
You all make your way to the dining room, where there is a lovely dinner catered from your favorite restaurant in town.  Everyone sitting down to eat while asking you about how Vinny asked, what he did, to see your ring, etc.
You learned that Vinny didn’t tell anyone how he was going to do it, that even Rick didn’t tell his girlfriend Naomi just that he was helping with it.  
“We were getting some photos done today because I have been wanting some nice ones of us and he asked during the photoshoot, catching me completely off guard.  It was perfect honestly,” you answer, a smile forming on your face as you think about it again.
“I brought my camera cord so we can hook it to the tv, I can show all of you the video after we are finished eating,” Ricky says with a smile. 
“Wait, you got a video of it? I thought you only got some photos of it,” Vinny asks, glancing up at him.
“You both were so distracted you must not have noticed I had my tripod, I had it set up and ready so that I just had to quickly hit record before you asked.  I figured the two of you would enjoy having a video of the moment on top of the photos I got today,” Ricky answers. “Consider it a gift.”
“Thank you Rick, that was really thoughtful.  Thank you for all that you did for us today, really.  And thank you again Chris and Mia for hosting a celebration dinner for us tonight. I love all of you guys and appreciate what you all do for us,” you say, feeling happy tears starting to pool in your eyes as you look at everyone around the table.
“Oh no, you are not allowed to cry because you will make me cry,” Mia says with a laugh, smiling at you brightly from where she is sitting across the table. You can’t help but let out a laugh at her words, feeling the love that is behind them.
Everyone finishes up eating and make their way to the living room while Rick sets up his camera, pulling up the video so everyone can watch it.  The girls all sharing their awws as they watch Vinny sneak up behind you, pulling you into a hug and holding the ring out with a finger pressed to his lips for a photo like he was saying shhh don’t tell her.
“I was trying to figure out wtf you we’re doing with this pose you fucking sneaks,” you say, giggling as you keep watching the video.
Watching the moment that he asks makes you smile, happy tears forming all over again as you relive the moment of him asking, of the two of you celebrating as he swings you around with a huge smile on his face.  The girls around you all saying aww and sharing your happiness as they watch the moment while sitting around you.  
“You two are the cutest I swear, and it is so fitting to do it that way.  I think it was perfect for the two of you,” Naomi says, holding Ricks hand where they sit after the video had ended. 
“Like the annoying little siblings I didn’t know I needed,” Rick teases, smiling at the two of you brightly from his spot next to her. “Thank you for letting me be a part of it Vin, I had fun planning it with you.”
“Thank you for doing it, of course I would want my best friend in on it man,” Vinny responds, looking over at his friend with a smile of his own.
You can tell by the look on Vin’s face that he truly means it, that he is truly overjoyed as his hand is in yours, his thumb still lightly playing with the ring on your finger as you sit there talking with all of your friends.
 He will have to get that video sent to him so that he can send it to his parents, knowing that they will both be overjoyed to know that you said yes because they love you and have been on his ass about offically adding you to the family.  
“Okay but for real, why we’re you guys late if you we’re coming from the photoshoot after changing?” Ryan asks, glancing at the two of you from across the room.
“They just got engaged, I think that is a stupid question dude.  Just think about it for a moment,” Justin answers before taking a sip of his drink.  He almost spits it out when he sees Ryans face go from curious to absolutely disgusted in the matter of seconds.
“Okay, nevermind, I shouldn’t have asked,” he says, turning slightly red when he puts two and two together.  
Everyone laughs at his reaction when he realizes what likely happened, all having fun being with each other and in one another's company.  You leaning into Vin’s side as you start to get slightly tired but still enjoying being with all your best friends.  You couldn’t be happier at how the day ended, even if it wasn’t how you had planned.
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A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 8 of ?
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Hi guys!
I know I said in the last part that this story will have 2 more parts, but apparently it would be more than that, haha. I hope it's a good thing.
Warnings: none.
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Requests: OPEN.
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After 6 years, Lexus’s point of view
6 years ago, I promised Chris I would be happier, and I like to think that I kept my promise. Not fully, but I’m definitely better than I was.
A wish that I always had was to have my own personal record label, where I could help the new bands to make a name for themselves, and I’m happy it actually came to life. Our beginning in the industry was rough, and now I could make it all easier for them. Even though we were busy with our band as well, the boys helped me in every possible aspect to make it work. After we celebrated one year of the record label, people started to say that everything that was signed by me turned to gold, and that was the best compliment I could have ever received.
Our band was doing better than ever. We have received lots of awards in these past years, our albums were doing great, and we were touring all around the world.
While professionally everything was going great, when it came to love it was a completely different story. It took me a little over a year to forget about Ricky, and it was the most difficult thing I had to do. He never contacted me since that tour, and I tried to avoid him at all costs. Now, I don’t have a problem when someone mentions him, but it seems like our paths don’t want to connect anymore.
After the worst year of my life, something great happened. While we were working on the album that was released in that year, we got a call that changed our lives. More precisely, my life.
The one and only Corey Taylor called to let us know he has a free spot on the Knotfest with our band’s name on it. We thought it was a joke at first, but he said how perfect we would be in the line-up. Of course, we accepted it, and we got the chance to play on the same stage as Korn, Trivium, Parkway Drive and of course, Slipknot.
While we were on tour, Corey and I got very close. At first, we would only share about our experiences on tours or talking about music in general. Then we started to know each other better and got to see what an amazing man he is, making me laugh in every occasion he got. He had a little acoustic concert on one of his free days, and I was the only one to get an invite, and he played my favourite song from Stone Sour, even though it was not on the set list. After this concert, he asked me if I would go on a date with him after Knotfest ends. I said yes.
We started dating shortly after our first date. Our relationship was always seen as weird, because to the world we seemed very different. It was true, he was more extroverted than I would always be, but we made it work. After one year, he proposed. To which I say yes.
After 3 months into our marriage, I found out I was pregnant. We were both extremely happy when we got to hold our baby girl. I remember when I got to hold her for the first time how I thought she was the most perfect thing in this world and still is to this day.
It’s hard having this kind of career and being a mother at the same time. But for our little angel, I would do everything in my power to have the most perfect life.
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Today was a special day for me. While I was driving to my record label, Chris called me saying he will visit me there. Our schedules rarely matched, so seeing each other was really hard. But I still consider him my best friend.
When I opened the door, I was greeted by Stephanie, my receptionist.
“Hello, Lexus. Chris is waiting for you in your office.”
“Thank you, Stephanie.”
While I was walking to my office, with lots of papers in my hands, I tried not to drop them.
“Chris! I’m so happy to see you!”
I put the papers carefully on my desk and turned back to Chris to give him a hug.
“I missed you so much, Lexus. I think it’s been 3 months, right?”
“Yeah, too much if you ask me.”
We both laughed, and then I sat on my chair, while Chris sat on the one in front of my desk.
“Well, even though I truly missed you, that’s not the only reason I am here.”
“Is this reason more important than me?”
“Of course not, but it’s really important for me.”
He seemed worried. I saw him playing with his fingers, trying to find the best way to tell me about his problem.
“So, the thing is that… our contract will come to an end soon. We can have a new one with the same record label, but I wanted to ask you if there is a possibility to sign with you.”
At first, I didn’t know what to say. I sat there for probably more than a minute to think about it.
“Look, before you answer, let me say just one more thing. If you don’t feel okay with having Ricky here, I get it and I promise it will not affect our friendship at all.”
“I don’t have a problem with him anymore. What happened, it’s in the past. I think we can act like two adults now, right?”
“Of course. I can assure you, he is not that much of a jerk now.”
“I would be happy to have Motionless here. But I need to talk to all of you, to make sure the contract is fair for you all.”
Chris had the biggest smile on his face. I was doing this only for him, for every little thing that he helped me with.
“Is tomorrow at 3 p.m. alright?”
“Yeah, we will be here.”
He hugged me once again, spinning me a little. After I was back on the ground, his eyes moved to my desk.
“What’s with all the paper work? A new band coming in?”
“Oh, no, it’s nothing important.”
He raised his eyebrow, feeling that something was going on. For the moment he was too happy to bother with it, so he left the subject in the air.
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fandombandomfics · 3 months
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Motionless in White One Shots/Preferences
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Collection of Motionless in White One shots/preferences. Still on going and has 18 chapters so far!
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windhamsrotunda · 2 years
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Another Chris Motionless fanfic is coming your guys's way 🖤
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ladyveronikawrites · 1 month
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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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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.
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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.
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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yournecessaryevil · 21 days
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Imagine...
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...playing video games with Chris during your downtime on tour, the two of you trashtalking each other's playing...
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"No way, old man. I can totally kick your ass!"
You shifted in your spot on the couch, tucking your legs under yourself, PS5 controller clutched between your hands.
The two of you were currently going head to head at one of the old Call of Duty games Chris had downloaded onto his console, and so far... it had been a back and forth of the two of you kicking each other's asses and sniping each other.
You always preferred playing as "Ghost" Riley, he'd always been your favorite of the boys. You had once joked with Chris that he and Konïg had a lot in common, with the two of them being tall as fuck, and it had kind of stuck, the tall masked man now being Chris's character any time the two of you played each other.
"Oh, bullshit. I'm gonna make you eat your words, you know," Chris shot back, raising a brow at you. You stuck your tongue out in retaliation, noticing the way one corner of his mouth twitched up into a tiny smirk in response.
"Brat."
"Bully," you shot back, grinning.
Chris placed a hand against his chest, pretending to be offended, even though you knew better. "Me? A bully? How dare you?" he said, unable to keep from grinning.
"You. Fucking. Shot me!" you protested.
"You made it too easy, find a better hiding spot next time," Chris countered, shrugging.
"See? Bully. Imma kick your ass this round, let's fucking go," you retorted, letting out a huff as you tightened your grip on the controller.
Chris laughed, picking up his own controller and reloading the menu to start a new game. "Alright, small fry, you have a 20 second head start," he told you, casting you a sideways look. "But," he added with a smirk, "if I find you, I snipe you."
With that, he loaded up the new round, before reaching up to cover his eyes with one hand. "Anddd.... go. Tick tock, pipsqueak."
Rolling your eyes at the nickname, you focused on the screen in front of you. As soon as you had your hiding spot, you cast a sideways glance at Chris to see if he'd been peeking, which, ever the gentleman he was, he had not.
"Time's up, let's go," he announced, uncovering his face to pick up his controller and start hunting you down. As you sat there and watched him, there was a knock on the break room door, and you looked over your shoulder to see Ricky poke his head into the room.
"Hey, you guys need to get ready, we're leaving in 10," he informed the two of you. You nodded, turning back around to watch the screen. "Give me one second, hunting Y/N down," Chris answered, his eyes focused on the game.
"Okay, but just-" Ricky started, when he was cut off by a laugh from his bandmate. "Ha! Game over, tiny. I win!" Chris announced, his statement followed by the sound of a gunshot from the screen.
"What??? NO-! Again, are you serious???" Your mouth hung open in disbelief, Chris's laughter still sounding from next to you.
"Better luck next time, small fry."
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talialovesmiw · 1 month
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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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horrorolson · 5 months
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Know you better than that
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Best friend!Chris thing that I'm never going to actually write so you're getting it as bullet points lol
-She’s been dating this guy and is like stupid in love with him.
-Chris has just been waiting for it to flop, because to him it’s obvious that the guy is all wrong for her, but he’s doing his best to be supportive.
-The guy is very aware of how close she and Chris are and he does not like that shit at all and decides to make it clear to Chris that she’s gonna choose him when it comes down to it so he needs to get lost.
-He does this big proposal at a party and it’s super impersonal feeling and everyone is staring and she hates it, hates all the attention he’s called to them and she can’t breathe and she just runs off and Chris goes after her shaking his head cause ‘That guy really is a fucking idiot. Has he listened to her at all the entire time they've been together?’
-And he catches up with her and she's crying and they end up sitting together and she's just sitting with her head on his shoulder and they're looking out at the big pond on the property and she knows she's probably ruining her dress but she can't bring herself to care because she almost never gets to just spend time with Chris anymore and she’s missed this.
-“I know it’s silly. It's just-”she breaks off not quite sure how to explain.
-“It's wrong. It's not anything you would ever want. He should know that. He should know you better than that. I mean a big party in front of everyone? That's like the opposite of what you’d want.”
-You look up at him curiously “Well if you are such an expert what would you do?”
-The question seems to catch him off guard for a moment, but he comes up with an answer far too quickly to have never thought about it. 
-“That park with all the lilacs that you like to go read at during the summer. I’d do it there. A picnic lunch with little sandwiches, cut into triangles, obviously." He pauses at this, smiling for a moment at a memory of you lecturing him on the superior sandwich shape. “It would be just the two of us. And I would get so distracted just enjoying the day with you that I would completely forget to ask you until we were on the way back to the car in the pitch black after watching the sun set.” 
-And he wraps an arm around her shoulder as she cries harder.
-And then a few years later they go to the park. And they have sandwiches. Triangles, of course. And they watch the sunset. And he does forget until they get all the way back to the parking lot when he shoves his hands into the pocket of his jacket for his keys and remembers why he brought her there in the first place. 
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ricky-horrors-whore · 4 months
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anways, sure.
Dating werewolf Ricky who naturally gets a little protective/possessive of you, but werewolf Vinny's just smitten too after meeting you and gets all excited when Ricky comes back smelling like you and asking about you and how you are and Ricky finally snaps at him because you're his and Vinny's acting like a fucking puppy.
Cue Ricky realizing what he just did to Vinny, his best friend, who's still flinched backwards and whined away from him. and instead just grab's Vinny's arm and drags him with to come see you and congrats you now have two hot werewolf boyfriends.
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holding-on-to-smoke · 4 months
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thanks for the pic pookie @motionless-in-blue-socks
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