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cookiesupplier · 3 months

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Drain the blood out from your veins (nsfw)

pairing: Ricky Olson x Fem!Reader (Chris' Sister)

Summary: Vampire Ricky, back from tour with the band, continues his sexual relationship with Chris' little sister without her brother knowing.

cw: SMUT 18+ Minors DNI, established relationship, Dom/Sub leanings, blood, masturbation, vaginal fingering.

author note: unbetaed, readers beware lol, bit of an anon request so I hope you enjoy!

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @bngurngheart @faceless-mirror

Tags are open for future fics, please let me know if you'd like to be added to my general list.

Ricky was strung out, and he just wanted to go home, sink his teeth into a feeder and gorge his fill. Living off donated blood bags while they were on tour was the most disgusting, and vile feeling in the entire damn world. The sacrifices he made for Chris. Sometimes, if he was lucky when he could, he could pull up one of the feeder chat rooms for the town they were in on an off-day and see if anyone was offering, with a non-disclosure agreement of course. It wasn’t that their fans didn’t know he was a vampire, they did, and they were very aware, but it was highly discouraged for any of them to throw themselves at him offering up their blood.

One too many times had he gotten vials of blood sent in the mail from devoted fans, offering him a taste in hopes that he might want to come and drink from them, personally. So it was made known that he wouldn’t. It was ridiculous really, the worst ones, the blood was turned and rotted by the time it got to him, and at best they remembered to preserve it for transport in the vial, and he knew, it would taste like nothing but the chemicals that had been used to do so if he even tasted a drop. He didn’t, why would he? That kind of obsession was not something he was ever going to touch.

Anyone he drank from that was not a dedicated personal feeder at home, signed a NDA.

There was one exception to the rule for Rick. One person he’d fed from in the past that was neither technically a personal feeder nor he had ever asked to sign an NDA.

He knew she wouldn’t say anything. He knew she wouldn’t tell a soul.

Her neck would be on the line as much as his, and not because of the fans, but because of her brother.

Y/N was Chris’ little sister.

Admitted, Chris would forgive her, he’d never forgive Rick. There was no way in hell that he’d forgive Rick for touching his little sister.

Half-sister technically, but sister just the same, and Ricky, couldn’t get her out of his system, and it would seem, she was no better with the way her eyes had been on him the moment he’d entered the bar with her brother, but they’d switched quickly over to Chris the moment he’d called y/n, a smile immediately flashing across her features for her brother as she ran over and threw herself into his arms. She’d not seen him in weeks, Ricky didn’t miss the way her eyes lingered on him around his side as she hugged her brother.

They’d just gotten home from another stint on tour, and they would be home for a little bit, planning to work on some more music, and Ricky himself was strained from living of months off of blood bags. Sure, it might have been weeks since they’d been home, but months on tours, and barely a good bite here and there if he was lucky? He had thought about hiring a personal feeder for long tours, but the last time he tried, it give an intensely wrong impression, and she’d just gotten so attached when he got home.

He didn’t want that.

Especially when, when he was at home, he had other preferences in mind.

Ricky knew he shouldn’t, but Y/N was always on his mind.. Chris would kill him if he knew about the way he thought about his little sister, the things he thought about her.

He was not, well, there had been a time when he was not the most upstanding vampire there was. Chris wanting him to stay away from his little sister wasn’t without reason.. But did he listen? No.

Did she listen? No.

He did try to stay away from her at the bar, at least, he did try. Knowing that Chris was out the front with the other guys however, laughing, talking, with the chatter of all the other people the only noise that was keeping them hidden, it was just too tempting.. What she looked at him across the room while Chris was busy, her eyes meeting right before she slipped away, he smirked..

Following after a moment.. Throwing back his drink, before slipping right into the women’s bathroom, flicking the lock behind him.. It was easy to tell she was the only one in there, only one heartbeat.. Only one, hers.

Y/N was washing her hands in the basin, facing the mirror and Ricky’s already stormy blue eyes darkened at the sight of her in the reflection, moving behind her in a second, his arms either side of her on the counter, framing her in.

“Did you do what you were told?”

Breathing in her scent up the side of her neck slowly, god, she smelled divine, but that wasn’t the scent that he wanted just yet..

“Yes, Daddy.”

Smirking.. He’d given her very specific instructions of what she was supposed to do before she was to come tonight.. Admittedly, it was supposed to be for a treat for after, but he was impatient, and she was just being so alluring tonight, how could he resist. Not to mention, the mere thought of finding out if she’d behaved and actually done what he told her to, well, it was far too tempting.

“Mmmmm, I don’t know.. Maybe I should find out for myself.. What do you think, BabyGirl.. Should I?”

One of his hands was running up the insides of her legs, his fingers stroking up the bare skin of her thigh, she got that part right to start with,

“No tights, good girl.”

His voice a rasp as he smirked when he saw her face flush warm in the mirror, then as her fingers press harder to the counter in front of her, feeling the way she tried so hard not to squirm but her hips still shifted back against him ever so slightly. Tsking, he tilted his head forward to nip at the side of her neck with his blunt human teeth,

“Stay still.”

A whimper escaped her as his hand continued to travel up.. Until he came to the juncture of her thighs, and his fingers brushed along the lips of her pussy.. She was so wet already and she she whimpered when he denied her more, his hand slipping out from under her dress and lifting to lick the arousal from the very tips of his fingers.. A whine escaped her throat as she watched him in the reflection..

“Such a good girl.. How many did you have up there before you came inside?”

He told her.. She was to finger herself in the car before coming in, but not to cum, if she did, she would be allowed to again all night, and he wouldn’t touch her again, not once, before the next tour.. One orgasm for the price of many? That would be a no-brainer..

“Three, Daddy, please.. I’ll do anything you want. I need to cum so bad.”

Her thighs pressed together and he grinned at her in the reflection.

“Anything?”

She nodded eagerly to him.. He stepped back and patted the counter, up on the counter, face me.. All too eager, she didn’t even need to question him before she was hitching up her dress around her hips and was pulling her tiny frame up onto the counter. How she was Chris’ sister was beyond him, her miniature to Chris’ giant, but she was just a perfect size for Rick.. and fuck if he got his fill every time.

As much as he wanted to fuck her right now, and damn did he want to, it was too messy a clean up, and getting caught by Chris because y/n had his cum dripping down her thigh in the middle of the bar, really wasn’t on his agenda tonight.. That could wait until he got her back to her his apartment and he could take her apart properly. Have her come apart screaming on his cock.. He had another hunger to satisfy now.

Down on his knees before her, her his hands spreading her thighs wide, glancing up to her,

“You don’t cum unless I give you permission, and after I’ve had plenty to drink, understand?”

A whimper escaped her, but she nodded quickly, she knew what was coming, and it wasn’t the bite that was going to be the hard part ti endure, Ricky always like to push her right to the very edge of pleasure and pain.. That was the best part between them, while he fed.. Feeling her body shake under the assault of his fingers, his cock.. Whatever he was doing to her at the time..

His tongue traced up along the skin of her groin of her femoral artery, his favourite place to drink, and the most covert.. Who thought to look for bite marks there. Not to mention, Chris would notice if his sister suddenly started walking around with neck scarves all the time. As his fangs sank into her flesh, her blood pooling delicately onto his tongue, he was careful how he drank, clean, his thumb was rubbing over her clit, drawing a moan from her as two of his fingers pressed into her cunt.. Just as she had been earlier.

Oh, her blood was like pure nirvana on his tongue, she was always absolute perfection, nothing tasted like y/n.. Not her blood, or her pretty perfect pussy. He didn’t know which he liked better if he was being truthful, he could spend all day between her legs in one manner or another, his face covered in her, and he would be a happy man.. Already very dead, but a happy, happy man.

His fingers pumped inside of her as his thumb worked circles over the numb of her clit as her warm blood ran down his throat with each swallow he took. His tongue swirled at her skin with each pull from her vein and fuck.. but then he flicked at the sensitive nerves of her clit a bit hard when she started to squirm with a groan. Lifting his mouth from her skin with a gasp,

“Y/N,”

His voice holding a commanding rasp, looking down at him, her eyes met his with a whimper, her thighs shaking as she held them wide for him,

“You are being such a good girl. Now stay still. I’ve almost had my fill.”

He could have let her cum then, he could have, but he wanted to see how much longer she could last, he loved watching to see how far he could push her, see her walk to the very edge until she couldn’t take anymore.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her thighs pushed a little wider as she pushed herself to satisfy him, there we go, he knew she could do it, such a good girl. A lick of his tongue over the bite before his mouth returned to her beautiful silken skin and drew another pull of her blood. This time it earned a moan from her, he savoured not only the taste of her as her blood pulsed hot, running down his throat so perfectly, but the way she reached for him next.. Her fingers threading into his hair, pressing her fingertips against his scalp as she whimpered.

“Daddy, Daddy, please, I need to cum.”

She was close, so close, he could feel her thighs trembling as she fought to hold them,

“Please!”

The way she pleaded was utter perfection and with a last flick of his tongue, pressing it down hard enough to put pressure on the puncture to stem the flow of blood and seal the wound. Then as he stood up between her legs, his fingers that were buried deep in her cunt, curled to rub at her g-spot as he flicked at her clit as his lips came to hers, fangs scraping at her lips as she moaned,

“Cum for me BabyGirl, cum for Daddy like a good girl.”

All she needed was that little push over the edge, and she was falling. Her shriek as she orgasm smothered by his kiss, no, no they couldn’t let anyone outside here, No Chris, not any of the band, or the crew.. They might come find out what was happening, and find the locked door.. Best they didn’t investigate. Kissing her while he fucked her with his fingers through her orgasm, her whole body trembling with delight as she grasped onto him, panting against him as she did… he grinned when he finally started to hear her heartbeat slowly come down, her eyes starting to come back into focus..

“I’ve missed being able to make you fucking scream properly.”

If Chris killed him when he found out, so be it.

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horrorolson · 6 months

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I swear he was staring right down the lens.

📷: Me

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voicesandvessels · 6 months

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ricky olson on bass

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nerdraging4point0 · 4 months

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Rainy coffee shops with, Rick

@tearfallpixie @synthetic-wasp-570 @circle-with-me @beaker1636 @thesazzb @itsjustemily @madomens

#miw band #miw #ricky motionless in white #ricky horror olson #moodboard

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beaker1636 · 5 months

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Rainy Day - Ricky Smut/Fluff

AN: I tried something very different than what I usually do in this fic, trying to focus more on the underlaying emotions than dialogue/what happens in the fic. And it turned out to be the piece I am most proud of. I love this and how it turned out, and hopefully all my Ricky girlies feel the same way. @motionlessindoubt requested a rainstorm Ricky smut and this is where my mind went!

taglist: @tearfallpixie @dragon-chica @darkhallcorner @lacktoesandtoddlerants

You watch out the window as the rain falls, you truthfully love thunderstorms, they are perfect thinking weather. The problem with that is you can’t currently make your mind shut off, and you are struggling a lot with the self doubt that is running through your head right now. The man you are in love with is laying next to you in bed asleep, but the problem with that is that he isn’t in love with you.

The two of you are in a situationship, enjoying the physical side when it benefits the two of you. Him swearing off relationships as a whole after the one he thought was for him left about a year ago. At first the friends with benefits thing was enough for you, but it has slowly turned towards more for you.

When you asked him over tonight you actually intended for that to be the end of whatever this is, because emotionally you can’t handle acting like it means nothing anymore when it means the world to you at this point. The two of you had agreed that if either of you started to get feelings for the other that you would end things.

You don’t realize that he has woken up until you feel a hand brush against your hair, making you turn to look at him. He smiles warmly at you, able to tell that your mind is running and something isn’t right, but he isn’t sure what has changed in the last few hours.

“What’s bothering you?” he asks you softly, his eyes searching your face hoping for a truthful answer.

“Rick, I-I can’t pretend that this means nothing to me anymore,” you say softly, not realizing that warm tears are falling down your cheeks as you turn away from him, not wanting him to see. “We can’t do this anymore, you have grown to mean way too much to me and I just can’t do this anymore.”

You let out a soft sigh, moving to wipe your own tears away as you now watch the lightning and rain fall outside of your window, focusing on the sounds of the rain over your own thoughts that are yelling at you, telling you that you are an idiot. That if this is the most you can get from him that you should accept that, it is better than nothing.

“Look at me y/n, please.” you can feel him pull on your arm, wanting you to turn back towards him but you can’t.

You just shake your head, not wanting to have to see him as you know that his words are going to rip your heart out. You don’t want him to have to see your face when he does that, not wanting him to have to feel guilt over that. The two of you agreed to tell the other if things changed because you wanted no strings and you broke that promise. You continued for far too long after realizing that you developed feelings for him and now you have to face the consequences of keeping that a secret.

“Fine, I can say this without you watching me but I can’t just ignore it and not say anything. You think things haven’t changed for me either? We have started spending time together, laying with each other like a couple. We have been spending a lot of time together just watching movies, having dinner together. We may not have acknowledged that things are different but they are, you think that doesn’t scare me too? That I am not terrified of the fact that I said no strings attached and am absolutely in love with you now?”

You can’t help the gasp that escapes with you hearing his confession, that you did not expect to come out of his mouth. You expected a harsh rejection, him to say that he wanted nothing to do with you anymore now that you have feelings for him.

You slowly turn so that you can face him, searching his face for the lie, but all you can find is genuine emotion written across his face. He reaches out, brushing a couple more of your stray tears from your cheeks with the lightest touch he has probably ever given you.

“You know, they say that rain washes things away right? That it washes things away and helps grow positives? Maybe we need to let it wash away what we used to be and let this new thing grow between us. If you can trust and accept that what I just said is true,” he says softly, ghosting a kiss against your forehead.

“Rick, I,” you can’t find the words you need to speak. “I, you love me? You aren’t just fucking with me right now?”

“I wouldn’t joke about this y/n, I didn’t think I would feel this way about anyone again when she broke my heart, so it has taken me a while to accept what I am feeling for you. But I do, and I want to explore this with you, if you will let me,” he says softly, cupping your cheek so that he can urge you to meet his eyes.

“I have been panicking about the fact I have fallen in love with you for a few months and you drop this on me? I love you too Rick, I’m sorry because we said we wouldn’t but I do. I don’t feel bad about it either,” you say softly, hoping that he understands just how willing you are to do this with him.

He shifts closer to you, brushing a soft kiss against your lips, both of you pouring all of your emotions into your kiss, getting all these new emotions out towards one another. Neither of you pressure each other, taking your time to softly enjoy each other's embrace.

Slowly one of his hands works its way under the hem of your shirt, leaving light touches on your stomach before it makes its way up towards your chest, teasing your nipple gently. Rolling it between his fingers until it becomes a stiff peak before moving on towards the other one, wanting to slowly bring you back in the mood. To show you just how much he loves and enjoys your body, to pour all these new emotions into each other.

You shift, moving your hips against his, both of you slowly starting to grind on each other as you shamelessly make out with each other like a couple of needy highschoolers.

He shifts slightly so that you are now underneath him, moving his lips so they settle on the soft skin of your throat. Leaving soft kisses before he settles in your sweet spot, the one he knows gets you going but that you have never let him mark before.

“Please, just this once. Let me leave my mark, show everyone that you are mine,” he whispers softly in your ear. You shift at his words, knowing that you will enjoy it if you let him And would having to leave your hair down for a few days at work be that bad?

You nod, letting out a sigh when you feel his smile against your skin before his lips settle against your neck again, this time nipping and sucking at your sweet spot. Him growing even more hard as he hears your breathing change, the little whimpers that fall out of your lips without you being aware of it. And each time you shift your hips they rub against him, another bonus of him working you up like this. He lets out a sigh, pulling away and looking at the darkening mark that now graces the juncture of where your shoulder and neck meet.

You shift again, moving so that you are side by side so that you can reach down between the two of you, taking his hardened length in your hand so that you can gently stroke him, give him a little pleasure like he has given you already, wanting to get him fully hard for you.

His lips find yours again, pulling you into another heated and needy kiss as you continue to work him with your hand until his rests over yours, stopping you.

“I want you to ride me baby, please?” he asks you softly, moving to slip his shirt off of you that you had put on earlier after you two fucked the first time for the evening. His hands settle on your hips as he rolls the two of you over, pulling you on top of him this time.

You slowly move so that you are straddling his hips, slowly easing yourself down on top of him as you both let out a sigh. Suddenly feeling closer to him than you ever have before as you rock your hips on his, slowly, in no hurry to finish this out. His hands leave your hips, slowly sliding up your torso to settle on your breasts, kneading them before they start to tweak your nipples, making them hard under his hands.

You let out a sigh, the feeling of his hands on you as he slowly slides in and out of you sends shivers down your spine, somehow more pleasurable than usual despite it being so much slower than either of you are used to. You move, getting a little more needy as you lean down to capture his lips in a kiss again.

This is something else that is new for the two of you as well, the two of you have avoided kissing each other too much while you have sex to avoid bringing emotions and intimacy into the act. So this simple act brings so much more to what the two of you are doing that you are used to. His lips move against yours needy, searching for something, and you can only hope that you are providing what he needs.

His hands settle on your hips again, this time stopping you as he flips your position, now he is over the top of you. Looking down at you with such a gentle gaze that you almost don’t recognize the look in his eyes.

As he begins to thrust inside of you, rougher than what you were doing with him he reaches down between the two of you so that he can rub your clit. You have gotten him so close that he needs you to fucking cum, not wanting to finish without you.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me. Like you were fucking made for me,” he groans out as he continues to bring you closer and closer to the edge. “Please, baby cum for me.”

You let go just like he asked, your orgasm hitting you harder than it normally does as you fall over the edge. Instinctively holding him close to you as you do, him giving a few more thrusts before he falls over it with you. Finishing inside of you with a couple final movements before he stills, neither of you saying a word.

You still have your arms wrapped around him, now pulling his slightly panting form down to you so that you can leave a few more soft kisses on his lips, not wanting the emotions you currently feel to go away. Scared that if you let him move that things will go back to how they were before, that he will say it was a mistake and he didn’t mean to say what he did to you.

He shifts, moving off of you so that he can pull you close to him. Able to tell that right now you need the reassurance that things are how they are supposed to be between the two of you.

“You’re overthinking again,” he says softly with a chuckle. “I can tell.”

“Sorry, I just didn’t expect things to go this well when I said that things have changed. Now I don’t know what to think,” you admit softly, nuzzling your face in his neck as you curl up beside him, listening to the rain and thunder in the background.

“Don’t think, yes they have changed but in a positive way… what do you say that when this storm lets up tomorrow morning we go out on our first actual date, I think we have a lot to learn about each other considering we skipped that stage,” he says softly, leaving teasing ticklish touches along your sides. He hopes that the tickles will make you smile, a smile forming on his own lips when it works.

“That sounds nice… Can we cuddle and listen to the rain for now though?” You ask softly, happy when he agrees. You turn so that you can face the window again, so you can watch the rainfall and the lightning again. This time with a pair of warm arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest.

The rain washes away your doubts about whether this could work or not, washing away your anxieties and insecurities. It washes away so much… but all for a good reason.

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arkiliastuff · 6 months

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The Angel of Music - Part One

Ricky Olson x Female Reader

N/A : So this is one is (probably) going to be a very long fanfic that I will do in several parts. I got this idea on my mind one day, I felt very inspired about it, and thought it would fit into Ricky's vibe somehow (jhfkjdfdh). I'm very excited to share this one. I had much more fun and felt more comfortable by writting in this format, so I'm certainly going to keep it :D

Warnings : Some fluff and angst. Romantic tension (idk how to call it)

Next PART TWO | PART THREE

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It was the end of September. Autumn leaves falling from the trees in your city, with the air getting colder and rainy. Because of the cool breeze, you tried to cover up your nose and neck with your scarf. Walking in this weather didn’t bother you though, since you liked it. But you didn’t want to get sick. Your voice and throat were very important for your job as an opera singer.

And today was another day of rehearsal at the opera. So you woke up early this morning to enjoy the drizzle. You weren’t freaked out walking there alone. You liked that spooky atmosphere. Usually you didn’t go to the opera this early. You preferred going there when the evening came and going back to your home when it was pitch black.

Your coworkers were worried about you when you did that. So they convinced you to come earlier in the morning, so you could go back to your flat, safely. Even though they did ask you if you wanted them to accompany you or drive you back home, you always declined, enjoying being alone.

You didn’t want them to tag along because your introverted and anxious ass was too scared to ask them or even bother them with your problems. Plus you didn’t even know if you could trust them. So you made up an excuse : being alone was easier for you to be aware of your surroundings. It made you look paranoid sometimes but you were always cautious, giving a dead look to the people glancing at you.

And so your coworkers started to call you the “Lone Wolf”. You didn’t care about the nickname, if they were mocking you by saying it, you were more appreciating it. It made you look cool and mysterious.

You finally managed to arrive at the opera, easily and safely. When you saw the security guard waving at you to welcome you, you nodded your head as a salutation.

“Good morning, miss” He said to you politely.

“Good morning Alfred” You replied “ Are the others here ?”

“Hmm.. It seems you are the first of your singer co-workers who have arrived. But you’re the second to be early at the opera this time”.

“Oh ? A rival ? That’s interesting. Who is it ?”

“A musician from a metal band called Motionless in White. He asked me if he could train himself at the opera today. I said it was open for few hours before your group arrived, miss”

Motionless in White ?! Your heart skipped a beat. You’ve heard this band’s name before. It was one of your favorites you listened to during your youth. You were such a hard fan of their music.

Thank you for letting me know, Alfred. Well, I better go and start to warm up my voice. Have a nice day”

He replied to you very respectfully, letting you enter the opera. Alfred wasn’t the real security guard’s name. It was actually you who gave this nickname to him, since you were always struggling at remembering names. And the first time you saw the security guard, so respectful and polite, it reminded you of the butler in Batman’s comic books. You couldn’t help yourself but letting out your thoughts at that moment. Surprisingly, he took this nickname very well and didn’t get upset about it. He was even playing along with you. Since that day you kept calling him Alfred.

He was the rarest human being you tolerated in this job. To you, your coworkers were too much and were making you uncomfortable, with their hypocritical behavior, by asking questions about you, pretending they cared. They always ended up socializing between them, anyway. So you tried to avoid them as much as possible, barely talking to them.

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize you were already in front of your dressing room. You unlocked the door with your keys, but before entering, you noticed, in the corner of your eyes, something shiny on the floor. You crouched, looking closer. It was a black metallic key attached to a string. A necklace ? Someone probably lost it. You picked up the key, keeping it in your jeans pocket until you find their owner. And, in case you couldn’t find the owner, you could give it to the lost items office, which was also Alfred’s responsability.

Once you changed your casual outfit to your scene one, a white shirt with black pants, you locked up your dressing room and headed to the main stage, with your music sheet in one hand. As you got closer to the main stage door, you heard a melody. A guitar sound.

And then, a voice. A beautiful voice. Almost divine. Someone was singing. You felt shivers running through your spine. It was so magnificent to your ears. But also it was very melancholic. As you were getting few ideas about who this musician was, you finally decided to pull the door knob, getting in.

The stage was illuminated by the chandelier, just above. Though it wasn’t the only thing that was enlightening the room. As you went down the stairs, you saw a silhouette of a man, short dark haired, sitting on a chair, playing his guitar with an intense focus. He was wearing a lot of black clothes, a sleeveless jacket that was revealing his arms covered with tattoos. You noticed he had few of them on his neck as well. As you got closer, you realized who this musician was.

Short dark hair, pale skin, blue grayed eyes… It was Ricky Olson for sure. You’ve listened to the band's music for a long time and loved a huge majority of their songs. You loved the lead singer's voice, but the one who interested you more was Ricky. Each time you could hear his voice, in a Motionless song, you were excited. His voice was enchanting. You couldn’t stop listening to it. Plus his personality was so adorable you were melting every time you watched his numerous tour vlogs. Yeah you were an absolute Ricky’s fangirl.

Seeing him alone, in front of you, at the opera of your hometown, was making you crazy. The more you were getting closer to him, mesmerized by his voice and play, the more you could feel a heat wave overwhelming your body. Your heart was beating so fast in your chest, you thought you were having a heart attack. At this rate, you were convinced that even Ricky could hear your heart pounding so much.

As he heard your thoughts, he lifted up his head, looking in your direction while he stopped playing. The sudden silence in the room made you feel a pressure on your shoulders, like you were caught up on something. You felt the urgent need to explain yourself.

“Erm… Hello.. Sorry for interrupting you. I didn’t mean to. I’m actually an opera singer who practices here.” You muttered so awkwardly, choking on your words.

Ricky stared at you with his icy eyes, perhaps gauging you, as he let you talk. But, oh my God, even like this, you knew you could die happily. His gaze on you was so deep. It made your cheeks blush.

“An opera singer, huh ? I see.” He said abruptly, surprising you a bit.

Gosh, even his talking voice was so soothing and divine. His quiet tone didn’t help to calm down, though. It was the opposite.

“Don’t worry about interrupting me” He kept saying “I am the one who came here, in the first place. Pretty unusual for a metalhead, right ?” He chuckled softly.

You were about to pass out on every word this man was saying to you. It was very bad. You loved hearing him laugh quietly, already.

“It’s fine… The security guard told me about it. You can stay if you need to… So, hum.. you are ?”

“I’m Ricky Olson, from Motionless in White. You can call me Ricky”

“I’m Y/N” You said, your voice shivering. “Enchanted to meet you. I’m a fan of your band.”

He arched a brow, a bit stunned, but he kept his sweet smile to you.

“Well, thank you ! That’s very flattering coming from an opera singer. I wasn’t expecting that at all. What a pleasant surprise.”

A pleasant surprise, he said. He gave you an indirect compliment but still… It made you smile. He said you were pleasant… You threw away this random thought coming in your mind. Come on, it wasn’t the time to make weird scenarios.

“I've been a big fan of metal and metalcore music since my childhood. So that’s not new, for me. I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover” You tried to joke nervously.

Ricky giggled as an approval. Oh God, you loved hearing his sweet and quiet laugh. It was so cute.

“Plus, metal and opera singing have more in common to what we might think. And I want to combine these two different styles, if I get the chance to perform on my own.” You added, feeling more brave to talk, all of the sudden.

“Oh really ? Well, I can’t wait to see you perform one day.” He said, with a shy smile, and then looked at your sheet. “What were you rehearsing on ?”

You almost forgot your music sheet you were holding in your hand, too absorbed and excited by the conversation.

“Oh ! Erm… It’s a musical about the Phantom of the Opera.”

“I’ve heard about it” He said, his curiosity peaked. “I watched a movie about the musical. Very impressive. Who are you playing ?”

“The main protagonist girl, Christine.” You replied timidly. “ And I need to practice the part where she follows the Phantom in his cave, below the stage.”

“Can I see it ?” He asked so politely you felt your heart melt.

You lend him the paper, not daring to look directly at him or even touching his hand by accident, even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to make things awkward for him. He didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment as he was reading the script. Just a minute after, he lended you back your sheet, a serious or a poker-face look on his face.

“If you need a partner, I can be the Phantom for your rehearsal. I have memorized his lines. They aren't that long. It’s to make it up to you for disturbing your workplace.” He said as he owed you something.

You felt your jaw drop. You didn’t even believe what you just heard. Ricky... offering his help to play the Phantom for you ?! He didn’t need to apologize or even to feel like he owed you. The opera was open to the musicians after all. You were too happy about his request. Even if it was for a few minutes long, you thought you were gonna pass out for the second time. Also you were very amazed by his photographic memory to remember lines in such a short time.

“Well, you don’t owe me anything. Don’t worry about it. But, if you don’t mind, it would be an honor for me to rehearse with you” You cleared your throat.

You saw him smile, again, looking down on his shoes awkwardly. Then, he removed his guitar and chair away, trying to get some space. It was so thoughtful and adorable of him. Did his cheeks get pink colored just now..?

You turned your back on him, slapping your cheeks to get your focusing back. You did a few voice warm ups, before getting into your character. The kind, innocent and beautiful Christine. Your complete opposite.

You didn’t even remember how your coworkers and manager agreed to give you such an important role. They were always saying your voice was fitting her. You weren’t sure if they were mocking you or not about it. Either way, you didn’t like that role. It was putting you out of your comfort zone, making you more vulnerable than you already were.

But strangely, in front of Ricky, you didn’t mind being vulnerable. You barely met him, for real, only for ten minutes, and yet it felt like you knew each other for ages. His presence was making you feel more at ease. Almost reassuring.

Once you were ready, you shifted to face him, waving your arms with grace as you were dancing.

“In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls me, and speaks my name.”

You spined on your feet, slowly getting closer to him while keeping singing.

“And do I dream again. For now, I found The Phantom of the Opera is there… Inside my mind.”

You paused, remembering the piano notes playing while you danced quietly. Then it was Ricky’s turn. He took a step forward to you and reached a hand in your direction, like a gentleman. You could tell something has changed in his temper. As if his aura was getting more mysterious and sinister.

“Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me, in glance behind. The Phantom of the Opera is there… Inside your mind.”

Oh God, you were having goosebumps when you heard him sing so low, and yet, so divine. He was so elegant by singing these lines. He was charming and elegant all the time, but this… This was different. Both of you were getting closer to each other, each time you were singing. Your turn came again.

“Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear...”

“It’s me they hear.”

Then the part where both of you were singing along came too.

“Your spirit and your voice, in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there…”

“...Inside my mind…”

“...Inside your mind.”

Ricky was getting closer to your face, gently putting a hand on your back as if you were dancing together. You didn’t push him away. You were too much focused on your role and on his. He glanced at you with his blue iced eyes which was making you melt even more inside.

“In all your fantasies, you always knew. That man and mystery…”

“... were both in you.” You finished.

This time felt like the two of you were talking directly to each other and not as your characters. At least, that’s how you felt. Both of you kept singing together, your voices harmonizing. You remembered the next coming verse was the one you were the most struggling with, while Ricky was making you spin gently on your heels.

“Sing for me, my Angel of Music.” He said.

“He’s there… The Phantom of the Opera.”

“Sing for me.”

As he said, you began to vocalize gradually, getting higher and higher.

“Sing, my Angel of Music.” Ricky ordered.

You obeyed, getting even more higher.

“Sing for me.” He repeated more deeply.

You did as he said, feeling your voice getting so high pitched, like an angel would’ve sounded. It was so graceful, you even surprised yourself by doing it. You didn’t think it was possible for you. Yet, you felt you were soon getting out of breath and tried to hold on for the last part.

“Sing for me !” He said louder.

And so you gave every breath you had left in your lungs. Pushing your voice to its limits. As you were screaming. Screaming for the Phantom in front of you.

You managed to hold ten seconds of the scream before stopping. Ricky looked at you with widened eyes, impressed and captivated by your performance. You were catching your breath as you saw his mouth moving, talking to you. But you didn’t hear what he said as he was interrupted by loud applause coming from the stands, which surprised you both.

“Bravo ! Bravo ! Absolutely stunning !”

You recognized the voice. It was your manager’s, ruining this beautiful moment you had with Ricky. You knew this wasn’t a good sign for you. You just hoped that eccentric man wasn’t going to drag Ricky too, in to whatever mess he was planning…

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sweeter0da · 6 months

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TODAY IS ALAN’S BIRTHDAY GO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND THANK YOU FOR THESE PHOTOS

#miw #motionless in white #miw band #motionless in white fandom #ricky horror #ricky olson #ricky horror olson #vinny mauro #Alan dod #bro how does he do that #miw photography #happy birthday Alan!!!!#sachetti #vinny miw #Ricky miw #foaming at the mouth

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ciginatree · 2 months

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🤨Sir I do wanna go down that road please

#miw #miw band #motionless in white #rick olson #ricky horror olson #Rick Olson youtube #chris motionless #vinny mauro #justin morrow #ryan sitkowski

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her-quicksilver · 8 months

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「☽ [ 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝖝 𝕽𝖎𝖈𝖐𝐲 ] ☾」

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「 Okey, first of all, happy birthday to my dear little emo raccoon, Ricky Olson, and secondly, the beginning of September is here! With the scent of autumn in the air and getting closer to Halloween 🎃 there couldn't be a better date than this to post this drawing of Chris and Ricky, vampiric, romantic, gothic and bloody ⚰️🖤

⠀I've also used a new technique that I had not tried before: coloring in B&W and then adding color with overlay layers, and the truth is that I'm happy with the result and I've felt more comfortable with it, and, in addition, I've done it much faster.

⠀I hope you like it as much as I do and that you're ready for Spooky Season!!🍂 」

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– Aʀᴛ ʙʏ @glitter-n-blood-x

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cookiesupplier · 5 months

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns Masterlist

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

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

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

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

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @witchyweeb34 @black-damask1999 @jilliemiw86 @ilovesamkiszka @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @bngurngheart @collapsedglasshouses @laurpartyprogram @sunsshinesunny @malerieee @talialovesmiw @shilohrosechicken @thatchickwiththecamera @tamtam-elizabeth

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

MASTERLIST

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((Smut✨)) ((Other Potential Triggers, read notes carefully❗❗))

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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horrorolson · 6 months

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Revelations

Ricky walked in from dinner with the boys to find you sitting at the island, sipping from a glass of what looked suspiciously like whiskey, his guess confirmed by the bottle on the counter behind you. His jovial attitude seemed to stay in the doorway as he came further into the kitchen. Ricky pulled another glass from the cabinet, sitting down next to you.

"Date not go well then?" Ricky asked after a moment. You laughed at what seemed like the understatement of the century.

"Well," you started, taking another sip of your drink. "I'm single now, so not particularly well, no." You downed the rest of your drink and poured yourself another as he stared at you.

"What happened?" Ricky asked you cautiously, as if he was afraid of what you might say.

"He asked me to move in with him." You shook your head, another sip of your drink disappearing.

"I don't understand. How is that a bad thing? He wants to be with you all the time, wants to see you in the mornings, and last thing at night before he goes to bed. How is that a bad thing?"

"I told him no. I don't want to move in with him. I want to stay here, with you, as long as you'll let me," You take another drink as he continues to stare, like you’re a puzzle he can’t quite figure out. "and he didn't particularly like that. He wanted me to pick him over you and he said as much. Which, why he ever thought that was gonna happen, I have no idea." Ricky continues to just stare at you as you rant, seeming to have lost control of your tongue.

"I mean he's fun and he likes the same shitty movies I do, but, fuck, I'm in love with you and-" you slap your hand over your mouth, your glass clattering onto the counter as your brain finally seems to catch up with what you’re saying. You blink in shock at the man next to you, matching the look of surprise on his face. You squeak out an apology, sliding your stool back with a screech before fleeing from the room. Ricky just sits there in shock for a moment, processing what on earth had just happened. Ricky reaches out for your glass, downing the last couple sips before following you through the house.

He finds you curled up in the big chair in the office, burrowed under a blanket you'd clearly snagged from the couch on your way past. He hesitated for a moment at the sight of your slightly puffy eyes and reddened face.

"Yeah, I'm an idiot, I know. If you came to remind me you don't need to. He told me at dinner and then I think I made it quite clear in the kitchen. And I know it's silly. I should have just-" He came to sit next to you, perching on the arm of the chair.

"I'm glad you're not leaving. I want you here just as much as you want to be here." Ricky brushed a hand over your cheek, wiping away a few stray tears. "You aren't an idiot, you just surprised me. I have thought about it before but I didn't think you were interested, and I’d rather have you here however I can. I decided I’d rather just be selfish and keep you as a friend rather than risk scaring you away for more." Ricky brushed the hair back from your face as he spoke, his hand coming to rest under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.

"You mean..." you looked at the man sitting next to you, your lips parted in a seeming mix of disbelief and awe at the realization.

"Come on you," Ricky spoke, getting up from his spot on the chair. "You're certainly not sober, and we can talk about this in the morning once your head's cleared. How about a movie? Bring that blanket." He held out a hand for you to take, which you did. You didn't even really know what movie he had picked as you were asleep less than 20 minutes later curled up against him on the couch, exactly where you wanted to be.

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