#miw drabble

[ciginatree]

Had a thought so I’m making a headcannon about it

Being neighbors with Ricky Olson without knowing he’s in a band would include:

• waving to each other while he’s out writing on his porch as you do yoga on your own porch

• him asking you to water his plants while he’s gone on a “business trip”

• inviting the other over for dinner if one of you made too much food

• seeing all the guitars in his house and asking about them to which he replies “yeah I play, it’s an old hobby”

• talking to each other loudly from across the porches rather than just meeting in the middle of the shared backyard

• turning to a random channel on the tv only to see Ricky performing Rhea Ripley’s entrance for Wrestlemania

• seeing him the next day and remarking playfully: “you know playing for 70,000 people at Wrestlemania is a bit extreme for a hobby”

[valiantroeagleangel]

Doomed from the start.

Vinny Mauro.

Semi-public masturbation, mention of weed and that's all chat. Simple but effective.

I know I said I was going to rewrite the old works and publish the awaiting ones but I'm a freak and wrote this after seeing the joint video of the Amsterdam show. It's short but go on and blame me. 😔

Mama's tag list: @circle-with-me @somewhere-diamond @witchyweeb34 @smokeynaomi @darkhallcorner @loeytuan98 @sthnog @arkiliastuff @philomenie

I'm probably missing a lot of people and I'm sorry I don't remember the old one, don't hesitate to manifest yourself and tell me if you want to be a part of this!

The joint fell off his lips, his mouth wide open. He tried to wipe his sweaty forehead in a fluid movement but it was a useless attempt. As soon as he raised his arm a moan escaped his lips, forcing him to grip the edge of the desk in front of him to keep things quiet.

Weed always made Vinny horny. It was something like cookies and milk or fish and water. That's why he tried not to smoke too much in public or with friends. Quite an inappropriate situation to have a boner with your friends. But that night, when Chris handed him a joint that a fan had passed up to the stage in Amsterdam, he found himself unable to decline politely amid the performance. And so, he smoked. It wasn't much; there were just a few staffers to furnish the show. But apparently, the lack of intimacy he suffered from these last months was enough to make him all riled up. Which was weird. Vinny swore he was stronger than that. Unless he was not.

He grabbed the edge of the desk once again, the grip powerful enough to make his joints whiten. He tried his best not to get too excited, to keep his moans low and controlled, but it was doomed from the start. So, instead of fighting it, he just accepted his fate, a recluse in this sham of an office he made for himself in the staffroom.

Anyone could come in at any moment but it didn't matter for him. At this moment all he could think about was the tingling feeling in his stomach and the rising heat in his chest. The noises on the other side of the room were long forgotten. Vinny wanted release, he wanted to feel himself come in his hand if he couldn't do it in yours. All he could think about was reaching, over and over again. The loneliness of the past few weeks came over him, ready to drown him in arousal. He wanted heat, he wanted touch, he wanted intimacy. His head dizzy from the drugs, he took another breath on his joint, letting the smoke burn his lungs more than his desire already was.

The more he stroked himself the more his moans became intense, to the point where he could hear himself loud and clear. And probably everyone outside the room could hear him loud and clear. It was shameful, dirty and freaky, but oh god, he fucking loved it. He wanted to come and he wanted everybody to know that he had come. He was feeling so hot, so desirable in this very moment, a moaning mess full of hot breaths and tears.

It was so hard for him to think, the sweet feeling that had been forbidden for weeks clouding his mind, the racket outside and the probability of one of his bandmates rushing it not mattering for the instant. When every thought he had was driving him back to his release, accentuating his desire. It was worse than a vicious cycle; it was a never-ending porn nightmare, battling against his fears for a well-earned joy.

And so his hand fastened on his member, the grip he had on the desk ready to break it in half if it had the misery of being too weak under his strength.

Vinny tried to focus on something, something else, something more appealing and conventional than Ryan walking in and surprising him with his cock in his hand. Something sweet, something soft, something like your backside.

Yeah, your backside.

Your backside in that short black dress you own. Your backside slightly pushed towards him when you bend over. Your bare backside when you get your panties off. Panties that you could throw to his face. Panties that he would love to masturbate in. Panties that he would love to come in.

If only he had a chance.

Yet, your tasteful body haunted his mind most delightfully. Like a stagnant illusion that he would never let go of. It was raw, primal, brutal. He wasn't looking to make the pleasure last, wasn't looking for the best jack-off of his life. He wanted an orgasm and he wanted it now. He wanted to come, rushed in his hand. He wanted to calm his spirits.

His hand slowed progressively, his thumb softly caressing his tip as he bit his lower lip. His red cheeks and his inconsistent breathing providing indices of what just had happened.

He didn't even try to take his shirt off or look for some tissue for the aftermath. He was a mess, his thoughts disorganised and his hand frantic and erratic. No scenario, no porno, not a coherent thought. Nothing. Just him, his hands and his hot cum filling his palm in a room full of burning laments. A desperate cry escaped his lips as he bucked his hips between his fingers, chasing the sizzling sensation of which he was deprived for so long.

[faerieemetal]

「 ✦ TOUCHY FEELY ✦ 」

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

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‧₊˚✧ [ PAIRING ─ vinny mauro x fem!reader ] ✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧ [ CONTENTS ─ 18+, MINORS DNI. fluff. just fluff. ] ✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧ [ WORD COUNT ─ 154 ] ✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧ [ DISCLAIMER/CREDITS ─ images found on pinterest. glitter gif found on pinterest and cropped by me. ] ✧˚₊‧

MAIN MASTERLIST // VINNY MAURO MASTERLIST

there’s not much else to do besides watch whatever program is on the tv while seeming interesting enough. you don’t even bother looking up when you hear vinny’s footsteps until he crawls between your legs and lays down on top of you with his head on your chest.

“bored?” you ask as you gently play with the ends of his hair.

he hums and nods, watching the screen while you just lay there with his body weighing yours down. he can hear your heartbeat as he mindlessly slips his hands under your shirt, resting on your rib cage right underneath your chest. you don’t say anything, loving it when he gets all touchy feely without even realizing it. it doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep like that with your fingers still resting on his head as if you’re holding him there. you shortly fall asleep after him, not wanting to get up.

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[thecourtjester12]

Since I haven't really been sharing when I update this....lil collection of drabbles of my smoons for things (currently only has gender study drabbled)

currently have JDCAU, J-TOL, REDACTED, LOTC, MIW and Polaris of LSAU (Moondrop will be posted soon) and NBCau will be added eventually!

I also have plans for the next topic drabble!

[dodgersnotebook]

I have absolutely no idea how google forms works, so this is my attempt at doing a taglist signup. If you would like to be tagged when I post new fics or drabbles or what have you, reply or give this post a like!

I’ll mostly be writing bad omens and MIW but I may dip my toe into some BMTH and occasionally Will Ramos.

[concreteangel92]

Right so I’ve really been struggling to write recently, at first it was due to a bad illness and then my work keeping me busy. Now I’ve had some issues arise in my personal life which has opened up a lot of trauma for me that I’m processing and I’ve just not had the headspace to write with.

And I won’t lie, the constant toxic drama within this fan base is getting hard even for me to ignore, since the beginning of October in particular it’s been relentless!!

Whether it’s the band themselves and no matter what they do people moan, who they affiliate with which opens a lot of questions, people on here - especially certain people that are extremely toxic and yet they are still around (I’ve been doing some blocking let me tell you) etc.

It’s been hard to want to stay around on here, not feeling like you can say or do anything without the risk of bringing drama to your own blog and it shouldn’t be that way, you should be allowed to have an educated opinion without backlash or the shit that people feel entitled to give someone!! Grow the fuck up!!

Sorry I feel like I really needed to get that rant out as it’s been nearly a week that I’ve just taken myself away from here but I don’t want to give up everything I’ve built up and the friendships I’ve made and I certainly don’t want to stop writing so best I just get out my frustrations and then try to carry on and start fresh haha

I do want to state that my blog is an open, safe space. I have never had any hate, drama or judgments here and it won’t ever be that way so always feel free to message and interact on here 🖤

Below is my current WIP/requests and what you can expect from me moving forward

WIP

• Chapter 11 of ‘Thou Shalt Not Kill’

• Ghostface Noah (was meant to be for Halloween haha)

• Bondage Christmas addition (short drabble)

• Noah and Andy Vampire short story

6 Requests

Sorry I know some of you have been waiting a long time!

• Noah/Vinny (MIW)

• Party/Shower smut oneshot

• Biker Noah/church girl reader

• Angst ‘friends to lovers to haters’ Noah oneshot

• Testings Noah’s limits smut

• Secret relationship with Noah

And I will definitely be doing a cosy Christmas/winter moodboard at some point closer to Christmas/on the day itself!

What would everyone like to see? I still can’t guarantee that it would be first as I have to be in the mood to write certain things haha but I’m just very curious

Thank you all for you’re continued support and patience 🖤

[viktoriaashleyyx]

Thank you for the tag @yaralulu !! Its nice to feel included ♥

Describe your writing process from idea to posting/publishing?

I get the best ideas while driving or showering and then struggle to remember them later.

Its a mess, it truly is, i have thrown away everything my hs teachers taught me. I have 35 WIPs that as soon as I think of a scene, ill spit it out and then move onto the next. I am writing CH 15 of my fic while CH11 remains bare and empty.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I have no idea what a pantser is tbh, I just started writing 2 mos ago. Still catching up with the lingo and all the different sites I need to learn.

I generally have an idea of a plot, and at the top of every CH or Word doc I will write a brief synopsis of what I want to happen, but for the most part i am possessed by the characters and I am just as shocked as yall are about what came out of my fingertips.

What do you listen to when you are writing?

Studio Ghibli Study music. I draw a lot of inspiration from BVB, MIW, Heather Dale and Misbehavin Maidens, but while I am actually writing I cannot listen to lyrics because my ADHD paired with my dyslexia will have me out here just writing the lyrics down.

There might be a Tarquin Bonus Chapter coming that is based off The Maiden and the selkie by Heather dale but shhh!.

What’s your drink of choice(while writing)?

It depends on Time of Day but I am the stereotypical 3 drinks at once person: 1 for hydration (water), 1 for caffeine (tea or coffee, I have a terrible addiction to both), and 1 for fun (hot cocoa, dr. pepper, or kool aid)

Promote yourself! What’s your favorite thing you’ve written?

I do really like my main fic A Court Reborn, it is a self indulgent fun story to write and a few people seem to love it, which I am floored by. I honestly did not think it was going to do well being my first multi chap fic and all. It often has me crying over my keyboard going "Lucien will be happy if it kills me." While it is a Pro Tamlin, Tam x OC, It also focuses on building and encouraging Lucien and Nestas healing to set them up for Elucien and Neris respectively.

But I also love the accessibility of my one shots/ drabbles, reader fics. Not everyone has the time to invest into reading a full fic so a quick chap to make you feel better before you continue scrolling is great.

Share a fic of yours that you think is underrated/deserves more love.

I did kinda hope for Lucien and Eris Make Up to do better than it did, but I am a new writer, not everything is going to stick and do phenomenal. I like it, and thats what matters ♥

Do you have any advice for new writers?

Comparison is the thief of joy, but also, it is understandable that you would like some feedback for your writing, I feel the same way!

I miss a lot on here, if you are one of my moots and you feel your fic did not get enough love, tag me! Send it to me! I will hype you up!! I follow you for a reason, and that reason is that I think you are great and anything you post, even if we have never had a conversation before, I want to read it!!

What is a writing style/technique that others do really well that you'd like to get better at?

Slowing down, fleshing out the scene. I get too excited when I write and rely heavily on Cannons depictions of the places themselves. I feel I am getting better at it though and reading back through my fic I can see in real time my writing improve and I think that is pretty cool.

Is there a character you were surprised you enjoyed writing as much as you did?

Lucien. I am enjoying babying him. "Yes you are a powerful Heir to Day Court, but you also deserve head scratches and forehead kisses." No my OC is not going to end up with Lucien romantically, my goal is to convey a loving older sister figure to him. Yes there will be a part where she clashes with Eris over him "hes not YOUR little brother"/ "he is now"

On the flip side, Tarquin is proving more difficult. In my head he is so calm, cool and collected, but I myself am chaotic. I am trying so hard to do his character the justice he deserves.

I am tagging: @farintonorth @1800naveen @matrixsss @positivelyruined @merwgue @bxriles @sad-scarred-sassy

And anyone else!!

[jaceyneedsabetterusername]

Jack’s Friends

Pairing: Chris Motionless x Mom!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N has a daughter from a previous relationship that is her world and she’s always kept her away from her boyfriends in the past but when things start getting serious with Chris, she decides to introduce the two of them. 

A/N: GUYS I SAW MIW IN CONCERT A FEW DAYS AGO AND THERE ARE SO MANY THOUGHTS (most of them not very PG) RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND ABOUT THESE INHUMANLY ATTRACTIVE MEN SO LOOK OUT CAUSE THERE’S SOME MORE MIW STUFF COMING SOON

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This was a big day. Today was the day that you were going to introduce Chris to your daughter for the first time. You’d been very candid with him about the fact that you had a kid from the beginning of your relationship, knowing that if that wasn’t something he could handle, he needed to leave then and there. It had happened before with other men in the past (including her father). It was a tale as old as time: boy meets girl, girl falls in love with boy and thinks he loves her back, girl finds out she’s pregnant, boy runs away with his drug dealer that he’d been having an affair with for months. Classic. 

Chris was surprisingly okay with the fact that you had a child though. You were terrified to tell him because it had been a long time since you felt about anyone the way you did about Chris and you didn’t want to lose him. With his career and everything, he didn’t exactly strike you as the ready to be a father type (not that that’s exactly what you expected of him but you were thinking long term and, if you stayed together long term, the fact of the matter was that he would be a father figure). 

This was the first time that you’d ever let her meet a boyfriend of yours. She wasn’t even born yet when her father walked out but the last thing you wanted to subject her to was an onslaught of men that may or may not stick around. She didn’t deserve that. 

Chris knew how important this was to you as well. He knew how badly that asshole had hurt you in the past and, quite frankly, he couldn’t figure out how anyone could leave you like that. 

Chris had surprised himself when he’d told you that he was alright with you having a daughter. Kids had never really been something that he ever saw as apart of his plan but after dating you for several months, he knew that you were special, that you were different. After thinking it over for a day or two, he’d decided that he would be willing to still go on with your relationship, even with a child involved. 

That didn’t stop him from being absolutely terrified when he walked up to your front door though. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Calm down, she’s literally three. 

But that’s just it. This wasn’t just any three year old. This was your three year old. The three year old of the woman that he was falling harder for than he ever expected to. 

Finally, he rapped his knuckles on the door. He waited, hands in his pockets for you to answer the door but instead of the door opening, he heard you yell from inside, “Wait! Stop! Let Mommy open the door!” Something fell with a thud and you let out a disgruntled sigh. There was hysterical baby laughter and Chris had a feeling it was you that fell. The handle to the door jiggled with little skill and, again, your voice called after the infant, “I said stop! You can’t open the door when you don’t know who it is!” 

Chris tried to stifle his laughter when the door swung open to reveal you with your hair messy from falling inside trying to beat your kid to the front door. “Hi!” You greeted with a wide smile. 

“You okay?” He asked with a chuckle, reaching forward to fix a stray hair that had flipped over your part. 

You rolled your eyes, hands on your hips, “I’m fine. I just need somebody to listen better. She’s started trying to answer the door and my phone when it rings.” You shot a glare at your daughter who had an innocent smile on her face. “Oh, speaking of which,” You walked into your living room and motioned for Chris to follow. You walked over and picked up your small daughter, “This is Y/D/N. Y/D/N, this is Mommy’s friend Chris.” 

“Hi!” Chris greeted with a smile. 

Your daughter flinched away with a shy smile, burying her face into your chest. She was looking at Chris and all of his tattoos, as well as his drawn on eyebrows. You could tell she was trying to figure out who this strange dude in her home was. 

“Sorry, she’s always like this with new people.” You set her down and let her go run off to play with some of her toys. “Dinner’s almost ready if you’re hungry.” 

Chris’s hands returned to his pockets as he nodded awkwardly, “Oh, um sure. I wasn’t expecting for you to make dinner.” 

“Well, I just figured that it was around that time of night and I had to feed Y/D/N anyways. Does pasta sound okay? I made fettuccine alfredo. There’s salad and stuff too.” 

“Yeah, that sounds great. Thank you.” He smiled. You craned your neck back to make sure that Y/D/N was out of the room and when you knew that she was, you reached forward and gripped Chris by the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips to yours in a quick peck. 

“Thank you for coming over tonight. You know, I swear she really is like this with almost everyone. It’s not just you.” You reassured with a laugh. 

He shrugged, “She’s freaking adorable. She must get it from her mom.”

You blushed a deep red. His compliments never ceased to make you feel giddy, even after these last five months. 

The night went on and you found yourselves sitting in the living room on the couch. You leaned back against Chris’s body, his long arms wrapped around your shoulders. Your daughter laid in your lap as you all watched the Nightmare Before Christmas, one of your daughter’s favorite movies and thankfully, one of yours and Chris’s too.

You gently played with her hair while rubbing Chris’s thigh in absentminded circles with the other. 

Just as Jack Skellington made it to Christmas Land, your daughter twisted in your lap and leaned back on her knees, “Momma, popcorn please?” She widened her eyes and blinked dramatically in an attempt to mimic the begging puppy dog eyes she’d seen in a cartoon once. 

“You know what? Popcorn does sound pretty good. I’ll go make some real quick.” You announced, standing up from your place on the couch. 

“Do you want me to pause the movie?” Chris asked, sitting up straighter until you put your hand up. 

“Oh no! I’ve seen it dozens of times. You guys enjoy. I’ll be right back.” You disappeared into the kitchen and put a package of popcorn in the microwave. While it popped, you thought back to Chris who’s obvious nervousness about meeting Y/D/N had faded away so quickly. They seemed so comfortable with each other now. Some part of your brain that housed your fantasies could almost say you felt like a family with an actual father in the picture. 

The beeping of the microwave drew back your attention to the popcorn and you poured that bag into a bowl, adding another bag just for good measure (you could never really have too much popcorn, right?). 

You went to make your way back to the living room when you stopped in your tracks, admiring the scene taking place from afar. Your daughter was sitting on Chris’s lap as if they’d known each other forever, pointing at the colorful marks all over his skin. “What’s this?” She asked, grabbing his hands and trying to read the letters on his knuckles, “L-O-S-...” She struggled to find the name for the next letter. 

“T,” Chris helped, “See,it keeps going onto my other hand too. It says Lost Boys.” 

Your daughter looked confused, “Lost Boys? Why are they lost?” 

Chris laughed an adorable laugh that dang near could have gotten you pregnant again just from hearing it, “It’s a movie actually. It’s all about vampires.” He feigned a spooky voice and reached forward to tickle her. 

A high pitched laughter filled the room, “Like the vampires in Halloween Town!” She exclaimed excitedly. 

“Yeah, I guess! I also have some ghosts over here and jack-o-lanterns.” He pointed to other parts on his arms and neck. 

Your daughter looked at him with adoration, “Wow, you have all of Jack’s friends!” Then she gasped, “Are you one of Jack’s friends!?”  

A look flashed in Chris’s eyes that was soft and happy. It’s not that he was usually a dark angry person all the time anyways but seeing him your daughter was different. You couldn’t believe how well they were getting along. Not that you were worried about Chris but after everything with her biological father, you couldn’t say that you weren’t exactly scared of introducing men to her. “Y’know, I wish I was one of Jack’s friends! Living in Halloween Town would be so cool. It would be Halloween all the time!” 

“We could have Halloween candy all the time!” 

That was your que to step in before he got her too much more riled up, “Okay, okay, scoot over! Mommy wants her friend back!” You laughed, setting the popcorn on the table and reaching down to readjust you and your daughter. 

Before you could grab her though, she clung to Chris’s neck, “No! He’s my friend now!” 

Chris’s eyes got wide at the sudden embrace but he grabbed her in a hug nonetheless, “Yeah, sorry Mommy, we’re friends now.” He mimicked, holding onto her tightly, big smiles on both of their faces. 

You feigned offense, “Y’know what?” Without warning, you reached down and scooped her up, spinning her around to sit on your lap while you resumed your position of leaning against Chris’s chest, “Haha, got you!” You held her tightly with one hand while you grabbed the popcorn with the other to distract her with. 

“Ladies, there’s enough of me to go around!” Chris joked, his arm snaking back over your shoulders. Giving him an exasperated look, you reached into the popcorn bowl and threw a few pieces at your boyfriend. 

Soon the three of you were settled into each other’s arms again and you were all happily watching Lock, Shock, and Barrel kidnap Santa. Beneath you, you felt Chris shift and hand rubbed small circles on your shoulder. Y/D/N was asleep on your lap and for once you felt like maybe you could let a man back into your life like this.

For the first time in forever, things felt right. Chris looked comfortable around you. The real you with toys scattered around your house and hair a mess from chasing your three year old. He seemed comfortable around your daughter, the light of your life and the one thing that mattered most to you. 

Looking up at him, his strong, handsome face outlined with tattoos and dyed black hair, you thought that maybe you might even be able to say that you loved him. You knew you felt it but it was hard to admit, hard to tell him and let him in like that. But now that he met Y/D/N and things went well, maybe, just maybe, things would work out this time.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

Validation

Chris motionless x reader

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Request from anon

"chris comfort fic? Reader has been struggling with bad depression and he tells the reader how proud he is of them."

I decided to do a short drabble for this one since I didn't really have an idea for a full story (which also means no song, sorry). I hope you still like it anyway. It took me some time to get into a sort of mindset for this one and even then it still didn't really happen the way I wanted it to 😅

Tag list: @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @alilpunkrock @theoneandonlykymberlee @svintsandghosts @cynic-spirit

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I sat at the cafe table across from Chris and sighed before taking another drink. He had asked me if I wanted to go to lunch or something to just get me out of the house. I of course said yes but was now regretting my decision.

"You still with me y/n?"

He waved his hand in front of my face and I jolted upright.

"Yeah yeah, I'm here."

He laughed a little bit.

"You sure?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, sorry."

He smiled at me as he took a drink.

"Did you hear what I said?"

He raised both brows at me as he put his cup back on the table. I just stared at him for a second.

"Uh, no, ya wanna run that by me again?"

He shook his head.

"I said I'm glad you decided to come hang with me today."

I smiled a little at him.

"I always hang out with you when you ask."

He sent me a look.

"Yeah but I know how you've been feeling lately and I'm really proud of you for actually getting up and out of your house. You've been facing your demons head on."

I drew my brows together. He was proud of me for doing something that I do everyday?

"It's not like it's a big deal Chris, this is just a regular Tuesday. Ya know, same station different day kinda thing."

He took another drink.

"Yeah but you're choosing to go and be out and do stuff, you aren't letting your depression and anxiety keep you locked up and that takes guts. So really, I'm proud of you."

I smiled at him.

"I guess I never really thought of it like that, I've been dealing with it for so long it just feels like it's apart of me now. Something I always have to deal with."

He nodded in understanding.

"Yeah but you're not letting it keep you from doing anything and I'm proud of you for that. It means a lot too that you'd still want to fight it enough to come see me."

He smiled widely and I mirrored him.

"Well if it means making you happy then I'm glad I'm fighting it too, even if it is an ongoing battle."

He raised his cup and we cheersed.

"I'll drink to that."

We both laughed a little before taking drinks. When our cups we're back on the table Chris tapped it lightly.

"So, now that you're out and about, wanna go to the mall? I've been dying for a new Jersey from that sports store they just put in."

I laughed at him and shook my head.

"Sure Chris, let's go to the mall."

[morathicain]

"Oh come on", Neo muttered and Miw next to him released a chuckle that didn't sound as nonchalant as she probably wanted to. "It's just a scooter", Neo reminded himself as he stared at the pictures in front of him, holding the magazine maybe a tiny bit too tight, "Nothing cool about that." No, nothing cool about a scooter and nothing new about Shin's wardrobe and still ... still those pictures shook him the way they shook Miw. "When did his jawline become so sharp?", she grumbled and stared at the images as if they'd insulted her personally. "Why a damn scooter?", Neo asked at the same time, unable to even react to her insane question. Miw looked up at him, frowning: "You know we shouldn't have let him go back to the city." "I know", Neo agreed, his stomach tightening as his eyes wandered to Shin's waist, his goddamn hip, and his fingers started to flex in anticipation. Just to hold. Just to grab and drag and bite and ... "Keep it in", Miw hissed, apparently by now able to smell his arousal. But Neo ignored her. He watched the way Shin's shirt stretched across his chest, hiding beneath what Neo had touched and marked so often till now and not often enough. "You think that's how he's running around there?" The image was as juicy as it was unfair, because why should everyone else get to see him like this, while they had to be satisfied with images? A damn magazine? "Why is he even in an ad?", Miw asked but they both knew why. They'd long known that there was a second side to their not-exactly-so-shy Shin and they loved it and adored it, but each time they saw proof of it, it felt like a punch to the face. A very sexy one, Neo had to admit. "What's worse", this time Miw actually chuckled, "Between this and the stupid mob shirts, what's worse?" "This", Neo decided with a huff, "Because it will be worse to get off him."

"Where's the car?" Shin looked at the scooter in front of him with surprise, a bit like an owl caught in the light. Very adorable, Neo decided before taking Shin's bag from his shoulder. "At home. I wanted something different today." "Okay", Shin was still a bit confused and Neo couldn't blame him. No. That wasn't right. He could absolutely blame him because it was his own fault that Neo when he'd left to get Shin at the harbor, had chosen their old scooter instead of the car for a change. And so he stood, with his arms crossed, waiting for his partner to finally arrive. Suddenly, Shin squinted at him: "Did you see the photos?" Neo who was proud of his boyfriend for getting this while equally grumpy for not being the one who had been allowed to actually see him in those jeans, scrunched his nose in a pout. "Oh", and now Shin was grinning and he stepped closer, his horrible, horrible tongue peeking out for a quick lick as he looked up at Neo through his glasses, making him squirm because of the heat pooling in his belly, "I see." And before Neo could even react, he felt Shin's hand at his ass, inside his pocket and ... it was out again, dangling the key in front of Neo's face. "In that case", Shin smirked and leaned up, lips almost touching Neo's ear, "I will drive."

If Miw was laughing as they arrived, Neo hunched at the back of the scooter, clinging to Shin with his whole body, wrapped around him like an octopus, it was one thing. That she actually demanded to be taken on a ride with Shin next time, eyeing them with a jealous side eye, was a completely different one. But it didn't matter to Neo. He was ready and happy to share. As long as he got to be the one to pull down Shin's pants as soon as possible, leaving his marks on the way down, Shin's heavy breathing proof that he belonged. "Next time you better call us", he ground out as he jerked Shin off, right before biting and kissing his long throat. It took Shin over the edge with a cry, leaving him a trembling mess in Neo's arms. "Next time?", Shin breathed against his skin, his legs encircling his waist to keep him close, his smile blinding, "Oh, I can't wait for it." And then he had the audacity to bite the corner of Neo's lips and stare up at him with the most innocent of looks. "You!", Neo started, but the rest of his words went under in a fit of giggles and laughter and tickles and kisses until they became moans and huffs again, unrestrained.

"Bastard", Neo muttered as they went out at the noise to the sight of Shin on a motorbike, a pair of heavy boots at his feet, sunglasses on his nose and his white shirt tucked into those damn jeans highlighting his forbidden waist, his biteable thighs. "It's my turn!", Miw smirked as she said it and rushed forward, leaving Neo behind, too stunned to say even more. It had all been on purpose, he realized as he watched Shin's knowing grin and the confident way he lounged on that bike. It had all been on purpose and as his stomach tightened in anticipation, he knew he was doomed. And he was looking forward to it.

the End (?) (read it on AO3)

Tay Tawan

[vinetae]

HENTAI TIME

Genre: Drabble, SMUT, Hentai related themes

Summary: Basically Jungkook fucks you while forcing you to watch his anime/hentai.

A/n: MIW = Motionless In White. It's my favorite rock/metal band, and I thought Jungkook - acting all emo and ish- would be suiting for him lmao. Enjoy.

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"Marie, what we had was special, we can get it back again!" Marie turns to face the streets, avoiding direct eye-contact between herself and Derek. If she were to have looked into his green, emerald eyes, she knew she wouldn't be able to face the reality. They'd just - as usual - slip back into each others arms, thinking that one night, nothing could touch them. Only to wake up with crusted tears and flushed cheeks. An empty spot where he's supposed to lie-

"Fuckk. Yeah, just like that." You sigh, closing the hard cover of your book. Your eyes wander over to your boyfriend who'd been intensely invested in the cartooned TV show know as 'anime'. You never really cared for it. Much rather preferring to imagine your stories than having watch them. Even more so watching them in a language you couldn't understand.

"Oh! Oh! I'm coming!" The high-pitched voice actor practically screams at the male protagonist. The two lazily sat in a porcelain tub, her sitting unrealistically reverse cowgirl style on his lap. Your boyfriend had taken on a certain liking to these videos. Not so much as taking action while consuming said material, just out of curiosity. You shake your head, trying to block out the overly done voices of his show.

"No, Derek. This-" Marie motions between the two. Rain fallen heavily upon the streets. Soaked from head to toe, the two stand in the freezing rain. Both pulling at strings they knew they couldn't hold. "This can't happen again. I won't do it to Ja-"

"OH MY GOD, YES, OH GOD YES, FUCK ME HARDER. OH YES, FUCK IN COMING"

That's it!!!

You stand, throwing your book to the plush of your boyfriend comforter, making a b-line over to his computer desk. Just as you turn his chair around, your eyes catch on the two characters in a very compromising position now. The girl's; face down ass up position is taken by the main character's harsh thrusts. The animated girl's enormous breasts bounce roughly against her face. A chuckle escapes your lips. Your boyfriend had been just laying back in his chair perfectly fine.

Until you looked a little closer.

For far away, it'd just seemed as if he was enjoying his favorite sit-com with his MIW oversized hoodie cascading down his figure. If one were to take a closer looked, you'd see his hand shoved down the entirety of his pants, small palming motions moved under the fabric of his sweats. His head leaned back against the plush pillow of his gaming chair, a sheet of sweat gleams on his shiny face. Staggered breaths are sucked in as his stomach muscles clench over so often.

He was getting off to this?

"JUNGKOOK!" You yell, removing one half of his headphones from his ear. He startles, practically jumping from his chair.

"What!?!? Where's the fire!!" He sporadically checks the rooms, watching for any signs of danger.

"Apparently on your dick from rubbing it so much." You fold your arms across your chest, sending him an annoyed look. He gulps, finally taking notice to the quickening screen playing on his monitor.

"I...I was just looking something up and this all of a sudden-" You stop his rambling by holding your palm up. "Save it, Kook. I don't care if you get off to it or not, just don't make me listen to it as well." His head tilts at your request.

"How'd you... I had headphones on though.." A embarrassed flush washes over his expression as he lowers himself back into his striped, sleek black gaming chair you'd gotten him two Christmases ago.

"Well obviously they weren't plugged in. I don't wanna hear 'Oh god, yes! Fuck, Harder please!' while I'm trying to cry to my book!" You see the outline of his Adam's apple bob up, then back down again. Why did his hoodie all of a sudden feel so constricting?

"S.. Sorry, babe." He shyly replies, taking a few looks over your newly noticed figure. The daisy-duke like pajama shorts did no aiding in the softening of his cock. Your V-neck tank top hung dangerously low, revealing the dip between your breasts. Your messy bun sits perfectly atop the crown of your head. Little strands falling from here and there. He couldn't help the growing tent forming in his sweats.

"Baby.." He softly calls, as you glance up wondering what he's needing now.

"What?"

His gaze leaves the computer screen that now has the ending clip flashing in his face, telling viewers to subscribe for more uncensored content.

"Come on, baby. Let's watch it together?" You scoff, picking the hard cover of your book off the sheets.

"No thanks, I'd rather stuff a cactus up my pussy."

Your comment catches his attention quickly. (As if you already didn't have it.)

"How about i stuff your pussy instead?"

Now THAT made your head turn. It had been a couple weeks since you both had actually gotten down to it. His schedule and yours had never really aligned to be able to have any time alone together. But now since your boss had given you a week vacation, you had more than enough time on your hands.

"You wanna what?" You tease, standing on the rounds of your knees atop his comforter. He inches closer, wrapping a hand around your side, lips coming to brush the shell of your ear.

"You heard me."

"No." You smirk, circling your arms around the base of his neck, pulling your bodies flush together.

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"Fuck, baby!" His palms come to rest at the side of your hips, stilling your motions for a second.

"Hold on, lemme restart the video." You chuckle, continuing to bounce on his hardened cock. His hips buck up into yours, head falling off the side of the bed to watch the video upside down.

"Maybe riding wasn't the best decision" He retorts, leaning his head up ever so often to get the blood rushing back so he wouldn't loose consciousness. You smirk, snaking your hands to press at the sides of his throat, cutting off the airway just a bit. Your hips slow down, moving at a torturous rate. His eyelashes flutter open, watching as your breasts bounce at the same speed your riding him.

His hand comes up to toy with the curves of your breasts before tweaking the erect nub between his index and thumbs. "Maybe" You reply, leaning down to move your hand away from his neck, onto the backs of his head, gripping his roots into a firm grasp. His head lunges forward at your motion, a moan slips his lips.

"Fuck!" He whines, hips rising from the sheets to fuck up into your abused cunt. His hand reaches forward to rub harsh circles against your throbbing bud, your head lulls back at the overridden pleasure. The small studio apartment bedroom fills with choked moans and skin slapping to overpower the once silence atmosphere.

"F-fuck, Kook- coming!" You whine out, as his hands come to grips the flesh of your hips, slamming your hips down onto his harshly, while simultaneously thrusting his up to meet yours in the middle.

Both of your sounds override the cheap studio recorded ones playing from his small computer. Your back arches to his grunts.

"Yeah? Cream my cock, baby girl. Fuck- milk me for all I've fucking got. Look at you, coming undone just by the anime you said you hated. Fuck- I didn't know you were such a voyurist, babe. Watching two people fucking turns you on? My God, what a dirty little slut you are. " Well, that wasn't exactly true, but you weren't in a position to argue.

His grip slams your body down onto his, the tip of his cock harshly slamming against your cervix.

"T-Tell me" He pants, flipping you both over to have you on all fours. His tattooed hand reaches forward to keep your eyes focused on the anime in front of you both.

"Tell me how much you love it." You whine, the overstimulation getting far too much control over you.

"I love it! I love it, Jungkook- please!" You smirks giving your ass a good smack before continuing.

"No, not me fuck you- Tell me how much you love the hentai, or I won't let you come." You're practically making your lip bleed by this point.

Anything to get you the release you deserve.

"I love it! God, I love all of the h-hentais! I-I wanna watch all of them each time we f-fuck, please! Want you to fill my pussy while cumming to that girl's huge ass tits! I wanna watch as you cum to those stu- amazing tit-fucking videos! Kook- please! Please!" You scream, burying your face into the pillows.

"Yeah you do. Don't worry babe," Just as he reaches forward you rub a few more circles against your aching clit, the coil in you snaps. You fall to the mattress, panting harshly as he finishes out, quickening his hand over his base of his cock, before hot beads of cum shoot out and onto the round of your ass. The hot, sticky substance drips to the dip of your back, creating a tiny pool of cum.

He flails forwards, following pursuit if your exhausted figure. His hand comes up to brush away a strand of hair from your face, giving your nose a quick eskemo kiss.

He chuckles to himself, replaying the night over and over in his mind.

"She loves it."

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No Jungkook, she didn't love it.

But, she loves you.

[writingismyhappytime]

You Make Me So Mad

Vinny Mauro x reader

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: I hate myself because I’m terrible at drabbles.

“You make me so mad!” You hiss, feeling Vinny’s fingers wrap around your wrists as he shoves you back into the wall, his body pressing against yours as his lips land on your neck. “You’re so arrogant!”

“You’re incredibly irritating,” he responds, his knee slipping between yours. He nips at your throat, and you huff, finally wrenching your hands out of his and shoving at his shoulders, sending him back a few steps. You don’t miss the narrowing of his dark eyes, or the slight flicker of confusion in them; you never push him away.

“I’m so mad at you!” You spit at him before your fingers curl into the front of his t shirt, dragging him back into a rough kiss. Your tongue takes control, dominating the kiss as his hands slip to your waist and finally your ass, squeezing roughly and pulling your hips flat against his.

He moans as you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth, your fingers burying in his dark hair. His hands are already slipping up beneath your shirt, and he rips it off of you as you pull away for air. Your eyes close as his lips return to your neck, placing little nips here and there in all the right places.

You groan as you feel him move your bra straps from your shoulders, and finally it disappearing all together. His hands roam to cup your breasts, flicking your stiffening nipples. Your back presses once more against the wall as he begins to kiss lower, reaching the swell of your breasts before taking one between his talented lips. 

“Don’t think I’m not still pissed,” you groan, letting your head fall back against the wall. You feel him snort, a rush of air against your bare chest before he straightens, his dark eyes catching yours as he presses his hands on either side of your head.

“You never stay angry at me,” he murmurs softly, his eyes drawing down your naked chest, causing goosebumps to rise along your flesh. He leans forward to kiss you as one hand trails down your shoulder, between your breasts and lightly against your stomach. You hold your breath as they tease the button on your jeans, tracing the hem back and forth.

You feel your button open, and then your jeans are slipping down your body, pooling at your feet as you hastily step out of them. Your fingers curl once more into his hair, nails raking against his scalp. He groans immediately, his fingers flexing against your hips at the action — you know how much he loves it.

You kiss him deeply, pressing your body eagerly into his; the wall is rough against your back, but you hardly notice as his fingers slink their way into your pink panties, eliciting a whine out of you immediately as his fingers rub against your clit. Your nails dig into his shoulders, hips pressing into his hand eagerly.

“Mmm, someone is already so wet,” Vinny breathes against your lips, a smirk on his own as he feathers kisses across your jaw. “So angry and yet so needy, (Y/N).”

“Fuck you, Vinny,” you groan, his finger teasing your wet folds. His thumb keeps circling your clit, causing warm tendrils to crawl up your body from your lower half. He chuckles, teeth tugging on your ear as he roughly flicks your nipple, squeezing and molding your breast into his palm as his fingers continue to taunt your heat.

It’s not long until you’re writhing against the wall, a ball of electricity in your stomach that makes it impossible to hold still. He knows your body too well, and he knows how much you enjoy angry sex.

At some point, both of you sink to the ground, giving you time to strip Vinny down and crawl over him.

You’re so wet, you’re already throbbing as you hover over him, your knees on either side of his hips as you kiss him heatedly. His hands are roaming your back, finding your ass and squeezing harshly until you groan, your stomach clenching.

You suck on his neck, making sure to leave an angry mark behind with your teeth and tongue before working your way down. You kiss across his collarbone, down to his chest, leaving a wet trail as your eyes flick up, seeing his are dilated with lust. He wants you, his cock is pressing up against your thighs, brushing against your heat and making the both of you moan.

You just want to fuck, forget about teasing him any longer.

You press your hands against his shoulder, nipping at his jaw as you reach his ear.

“Are you gonna fuck me, Vinny, or am I going to have to do it myself?” You whisper, abruptly feeling his nails dig into your hips at the comment.

He doesn’t even bother to respond, just jerks, positioning you above him. He hastily lines himself up beneath you, the head of his cock brushing against your heat, your juices quickly covering him. You moan as you lean your head back, feeling him prod at your heat.

You gasp as he abruptly pulls you down, your body closing around him as he roughly thrusts upward to the hilt. He pauses for only a moment, giving you a short second to adjust to him being inside of you before he begins rolling his hips, urging yours to move.

You press your fingers deeply into his, your head tilting forward so you can gaze into his dark eyes.

“Still mad?” He asks, feeling your hot muscles squeezing him as you thrust downward, meeting him each time, your breasts bouncing in front of his face.

You only manage a nod, earning a smirk from him before he lifted his hips, slamming forcefully into you and making you gasp, drawing your nails down his slim chest. He sets a rough pace, and you lean forward, your forehead pressing against his shoulder, creating a much better angle for your fucking.

You’re mad at him, especially since he won’t apologize. He’s wrong, and he knows it; you don’t want to keep screaming at him, you want him to admit it, to say how sorry he is! Alas — Vinny has never been the apologizing type, and you much prefer this sort of make up then just petty words.

You’re all gasps and moans, able to hear your bodies meeting, his grunts when you grind down onto him. There’s no sweet words, no tender caresses — you’re purely fucking the frustration out of each other, your bodies working out all the anger and irritation, the annoyance.

“Fuck!” Vinny grunts, his fingers flexing around your hips as he brings them down into his. You’re so tight and hot, squeezing him at all the right moments. He’s not going to let you get the best of him, you’re not going to win this argument!

You bite your lip as you lean up, feeling your lower half throbbing already; the angle is making you shudder, especially when his cock brushes against your clit. You don’t want to cum, not yet despite how good it feels. You don’t want Vinny to think he can win, that fucking you until you’re screaming is going to make you not pissed off at him.

It’s going to take a lot more than that.

You feel his hands creep up your sides, finally closing over your breasts as you ride him. He squeezes the plentiful mounds, tugging harshly on your nipples until you whine, your hands rising to close over his and hold them there. Fuck, it feels good! You love it when he does that!

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans as your muscles squeeze him again, a hum of pleasure leaving your lips as he pinches your breasts, leaving angry little red marks on your skin. He’s panting already with the effort, his dilated eyes on your body as you fuck him.

He can’ take it!

He reaches up, curling his hand around the back of your neck and bringing your body down over his. His lips catch yours, demanding and forceful as his tongue parts them. You moan as he rolls, forcing you beneath him. You wind your legs around his waist, clinging to him with breathless gasps as he begins fucking you into the carpet, his teeth on you neck.

Your arms tighten around his shoulders, feeling yourself throb as his pace becomes relentless, ramming into you over and over and until your eyes want to roll back. You dig your teeth into his shoulder with a whimper, his fingers tugging on your hair as your nails rake down his spine, causing a primal groan to wrench out of his throat.

“Fuck, (Y/N)!”

Ha!,

He jerks on your hair, forcing your head back. His eyes glitter as he stares down at you, dark and determined. He pulls on your arms, wrapping your wrists in his palm and pinning them above your head. You feel an immediate thrill, especially as he curls one thigh upwards into the curve of his arm, giving him more room,

Your back arches off the floor immediately as he slides deeply into you, a loud cry leaving your swollen lips. You writhe beneath him as he grinds his hips into yours, sweat glistening on his pale skin; his eyes never leave your face, darkening at the look of pleasure on your face.

“You can’t be mad forever,” he breathes, your sharp breathe and tight body telling him you’re on the verge of cumming. “Come on, baby!”

You can’t even respond, your throat is tight, eyes squeezed shut. You’re past the point of speaking, your body is wound so tightly, you feel like you’re going to break! Your fingers curl tightly as he pounds you into the carpet, hitting that special spot until it’s absolutely too much!

You feel a sudden wave of pleasure, electricity sparking through your body as you cry out his name into the echoing room. His mouth covers yours, tongue delving inside and tasting every inch as you go rigid beneath him, walls clamping around his cock.

Your toes curl as you cum, washing his cock with your juices, head falling back into the soft carpet. He groans, and with a few more thrusts, empties himself inside of you. You shudder beneath him, your walls quivering around him, feeling the added warmth. Your legs are shaking, nearly numb from the angle, and your fingers tingle from his tight grip.

You’re both panting, his face buried against your neck. You feel a soft kiss against your shoulder before he shuffles, letting go of you and propping himself on his elbows above you.

“Still mad?” he asks in a whisper, gently kissing along your jaw, and you mutely shake your head, hair clinging to your skin.

“No.” You say breathlessly, feeling nothing more than exhaustion.

Vinny grins triumphantly.

He knew he could win you over.

Tags: @imaginemiw

[thecourtjester12]

which should I focus more on first?

I have like...6 aus and I want to give them allllll some more attention

but I need to choose which to double down on actually figuring stuff out for (lore, storyline, Canon divergence, who's who)

and that'll mean more content of one for a bit be it doods, drabbles, rambles, and whatnot over the others

I'll likely still do random other stuff too and JDCAU will happen no matter what cause it's my og one XD

But imma leave it up to y'all for which one I focus on for the next while (may be a week or a few weeks before I switch!)

[mieteve-minijoma]

Should I continue this fic idea?

So I was listening to MIW today and this drabble popped into my head when the song 'Wasp' came on. Thought I'd share and see what you guys thought of it 😊

-Bina 💜

Wasp:

"He's dead... What did you do, Betty?!" Archie said, staring at her in disbelief. Betty looked down at the bloody rock in her hands then back down at the bludgeoned body of her boyfriend in horror.

"No! No that’s- that's not possible, Archie! I could never..." Betty dropped the rock and stared at her blood soaked hands before clutching her fists against her temples and crumbling to the ground, sobbing. Suddenly, she shot to her hands and knees in a panic.

"NO!" She shouted, crawling towards Jughead's lifeless body and cradling him in her arms. "He can’t be dead, Archie! I can't do this without him, I’m-- I can’t be left here without him! Please Jug, please wake up baby. Please Juggie, wake up!" Betty shook him frantically but he remained cold in her arms.

She looked up to see her remaining two best friends standing side by side over her and staring. Suddenly, they both raised their arms to point on accusatory finger in her direction as they began chanting.

"Murderer!" "Killer!" "You're just like your father!" 

"Blackhood Betty!" "Poison!" "Murderer!" "Dark Betty!"

"Killer!" "Killer!" "Killer!" "Killer!"

"You killed him! You killed Jughead! You really are just like Hal! You killed Jughead and you will kill all of us soon!" Archie shouted at her, spitting on her in hatred. Betty jumped when she heard a frightened voice behind her.

"Why'd you kill me, Betty? I thought you loved me?" Betty spun around to face Jughead, his eyes no longer the normal shade of blue green she loved but milky white - all life devoid in them. The gash on his head still oozed into his matted hair and down his deathly pale skin.

Betty watched his face contort into a heartbroken expression of realization and he began to cry bloody tears, "You said you loved me, Betty! You killed me when you were supposed to protect me! You did this!"

"No! Juggie, I didn't kill you! I swear it wasn't me! Please Jug... I promise!" Betty cried out, reaching for his dirt covered hand just as he backed away.

"Well, who killed them, Betty?" Jughead asked coldly, pointing behind her.

Betty turned around to see Archie and Veronica on the ground, both dirty and beaten to death at her feet. "I didn't do that! Juggie, I swear-," when Betty spun back around, Jughead's dead body was on the ground where she'd left him. "No! I didn't kill them, I know I didn't kill them!" Betty looked into the air and shouted into the night.

"I know. I did," Betty glanced in front of her to see herself standing there, a depraved grin plastered across her face and the bloody rock in her hands. Betty tried to back away but her feet were frozen to the ground beneath her.

"Wha- Who are you," Betty asked in shock, still trying in vain to move her feet. 

"I'm you, Betty. That dark part of you that you tried to kill. But that’s the thing, you can't kill me, Betty. You are me," Dark Betty sneered, baring her teeth then cackling sinisterly. She tilted her head, a diabolical look in her eyes as she stepped closer to the real Betty, "Say goodnight, Betty." 

With that, Dark Betty raised the rock above her head, bringing it crashing down and...

"No!" Betty gasped as she shot up in bed, tears and sweat soaking her face as she clutched the front of her tank top. 

Ever since the Farm - and Charles coming to town - Betty had been having horrible nightmares about killing Jughead and she and her friends covering it up. Or being arrested at school and being pointed out in a line up. Or having to search all night in the woods for him but never finding him. And worst, having to identify his dead body.

She'd had even dreamed of Hal and how she was just like him. 

Betty knew what it all meant. She was dangerous. A potential serial killing powder keg waiting to blow, and she had to do something about it...

[dracomalfoyswifey]

Let’s Play With Balls Today

A Ryan Sitkowski Imagine

Requested by @metalheartofgold This is my first ever official imagine that I’ve done that was asked by an ask of mine. If you like to request an Imagine, Drabble or headcannon of MIW, feel free to send me an ask!

It was the first day off for the band and crew since tour started. Ryan was undeniably ready to spend some time with you. He tried to make that time prior to today but with the shows and interviews, with you being so busy working with the crew, it wasn’t idealistic. He smiled widely as he looked up from his seat on the bus. He already showered and was ready. Ryan was waiting for the others including you to get ready so they can go to TopGolf. “Hey beautiful. You look gorgeous.” He said smiling softly taking your hand pulling you into his lap for a little kiss and cuddle. His eyes closed and his nose smelled your perfume that he loved so much. You two have been together for two years now and things couldn’t get better. You giggled and blushed super hard seeing Ricky had the cam on you two. “Update! Today we’re going to play with some balls.” You told Ricky and the cam laughing. “That’s my girl!” Ryan said sweetly kissing your cheek helping you up before he followed you out the door to the golf venue.

It was your turn and you hadn’t played golf. Like. Ever. You nervously Bent your knees the way you took mental note of when the others were up ahead of you. Ryan noticed this and smiled as he stood behind you. His large tattooed hands guided yours to the place on the club and his body pressed against yours. “Here. Let me help.” He said lowly in his deep sexy voice. You swung the ball. You got it in the hole. “Thank you.” You blushed and smiled at him kissing him gently. Ricky chuckled with the others as he recorded you two lovey dovey moment. A couple hours passed and of course, the guys were hungry. Again. Dammit y’all just ate breakfast a couple hours ago! Ugh boys will be boys eh? You were sitting on Ryan’s lap chilling and hanging out. You smiled softly as you watched Ryan talk about how he was the best player which ended up in a argument like usual. You stared at Ryan lovingly as your fingers combed through his short brown hair. Your sparkling eyes taking a mental picture of how cute and fine he was. He looked at you and chuckled leaning in to kiss your soft lips he loves to kiss. “I love you baby.” Ryan said softly rubbing little circles on your spine. “I love you too.” You smiled widely cuddling into him more resting your head on his shoulder.

[jaceyneedsabetterusername]

Appreciation

Pairing: Ryan Sitkowski x Reader x Justin Morrow

Warnings: Smut! (Masturbation, Threesome, Edging (light), Squirting) 

Summary: An honest answer to a game of truth or dare ends up making a secret fantasy of Y/N’s come true. 

A/N: Okay, I swear I’ll get back to Playing With Fire now. I really just had to get this all out of my system haha

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You sat on the bus with the guys, each of you with a drink in your hand and playing truth or dare like a group of seventeen year olds while town after town flew by outside. “Chris, truth or dare?” Ricky asked, taking a swig from his beer. 

“Truth.” Chris finally gave into the truth after getting screwed over for picking dare the last few turns. 

“How many fans have you slept with on tour so far?” Ricky asked, knowing Chris had been single for a little too long. 

Chris sighed with a laugh, “None, dude, I’m in a drought!” 

“Get Chris laid 2020.” Ryan joked and everyone cheered in support. 

Vinny smacked Chris’s leg, “That is a little sad, dude. But it’s okay! We’re gonna get you laid.” 

He groaned, “I hope that’s not a direct offer from yourself.” 

Vinny rolled his eyes, “Please, you wish you could land this hot piece of ass. But don’t worry, I’ll find a girl who’s almost as pretty. Almost.” 

You laughed when Chris shoved Vinny away from him with a grin, sipping the drink in your hand. “Okay, Y/N, truth or dare?” Chris asked you, leaning forward. 

“Truth.” You answered, really not feeling a dare that turn. Typically, you were pretty good at switching it up between truths and dares. 

“Pussy!” Vinny hollered at you, winning him a pillow in the face from you. 

Chris hushed him with his hand, “Alright, if you could have a three way with anyone on the bus, who would it be?” 

You scrunched up your face at the question, “Perv! Ugh, fine. Me, my electric toothbrush, and one of Ryan’s bottles of wine.” You smirked, thinking you swerved the question with the joke.  

AJ shook his head, “Nuh-uh! Actual people!” 

Your face fell with a groan, “Ugh! Fine! Uh… Justin and Ryan, I guess.” You tried to make your answer sound flippant so the guys wouldn’t catch on but you couldn’t deny your attraction to both of them. You came onto the crew about a month or two before Devin left and Justin was called in to sub for him. 

At first, you were a little worried things would be weird because you were the only girl on a crew that had been entirely male since forever. Despite the fact that you had been immediately attracted to Ryan, you felt like you couldn’t go after any of the men on the crew or in the band because you were scared you’d be that girl who just joined for the cute guys when in reality, you wanted to see the world and needed a job. 

About a month later, Devin and the band split and Justin began filling in. At first it was just for Warped Tour so you told yourself not to get too attached, even though you had fallen for him instantly. But then he left Ice Nine Kills and joined Motionless full time and you found yourself stuck in a predicament, having feelings for both Ryan and Justin but not being able to actually have a relationship with them. At least they’d become some of your closest friends though. 

“OOOH I knew it!” Vinny shouted triumphantly. 

Ryan looked confused, “Knew what?” Thank you for not being weird about this, you silently thanked Ryan. 

Vinny pointed at you with his Redbull, “I knew that you liked you and you.” He moved on to gesture at Justin and Ryan. 

You rolled your eyes at his immaturity, “Oh please, I do not!” Lie. 

Vinny laughed, “Yes you do! Why did you pick them then?” 

“Cause it’s a fucking game! Calm down, Vin!” Justin told him, exasperated at his immaturity. 

“Thank you!” You exclaimed, nodding to Justin with exasperated eyes. Justin returned the gesture. 

Before the next person could ask anything, the bus driver hollered back, “Alright guys! We’re here!” 

Everyone cheered as the bus pulled into the hotel, excited to finally sleep anywhere other than this God forsaken bus (it really was fine but living on a bus for months on end with a dozen guys got tiring). 

After checking in, you hauled your bags up to your room on the sixth floor. You were the only person with your own room since you were the only girl despite the fact that you insisted that you were fine rooming with one of the guys (you were doing it on the bus anyways). The expenses on these tours grew quick and you were trying to help but their tour manager booked you your own room anyways. 

In all honesty, it was really freaking nice. There was a single queen bed in the middle of the room facing the TV. It was really just a standard hotel but you’d forgotten how nice having your own space was. Control over the TV was nice too, excited to finally watch what you wanted to instead of watching the guys play COD or Madden... again. 

Tonight, it was game over for you. You drew a long hot bath for yourself, soaking in it with your favorite book. You washed your hair for the first time in what felt like two weeks. You even walked around in the fluffy robe they provided for at least an hour afterwards before changing into an oversized t-shirt the band let you snag from the merch box and underwear, finally feeling comfortable to walk around with no pants on. Hell, room service was even covered today! You felt like a freaking queen. 

It also meant that you had some time to, erm, relax. After you found yourself feeling nice and fresh and comfortable, you found yourself lying on the bed, the television still on because you couldn’t help but be paranoid that someone knew what you were doing, despite the fact that there wasn’t anything wrong with it. 

But your attention was anywhere but the TV show that was playing. You closed your eyes, imagining Ryan pinning you to the wall and rubbing your core. As you imagined it, your hand dipped down and you began to tease yourself over your navy blue lace panties, the ones that you wore just to feel sexy for this. Your breathing began to get heavy when your fingers made their way down into your panties, finally touching where you ached the most.

In your imagination, Ryan had you gagging on his cock while Justin took you from behind. The two men overloaded your senses. Okay, so maybe you really weren’t lying too much earlier on the bus. Maybe you wouldn’t mind being taken by both of the men. 

Your heart was speeding up with your breathing as that knot in your stomach grew and grew. Quiet moans escaped your lips as you fell over the edge. Unfortunately, just you fell into your climax, a knock on the door scared you into removing your hand and straightening up, feeling your walls clench around nothing with no stimulation in your ruined orgasm. You almost could have cried. You hadn’t cum in so long. 

I swear to God, you thought, someone better be dying. 

You quickly readjusted and before opening the door to see none other than Ryan and Justin. You blushed a deep red, just at the sight of them, humiliated that of course the two men you had just cum to the thought of were right in front of you. “Oh, hey.” You said quietly, trying to subtly adjust back to normal. 

“Hey, can we come in?” Ryan asked, nodding towards the inside of your room. 

Your eyebrows raised, “Have you guys been drinking?” They weren’t acting drunk but honestly, it took them a few minutes to show it sometimes and this was your night to not have to deal with a hoard of drunk men.

They both scoffed. “I’m offended that you would even think that!” Justin touched his chest in mock offense. 

“You downed a whole bottle of wine yourself the other night! And you were definitely a few beers too many in that night too.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned against the door. 

“Okay, fine, but I swear we haven’t been drinking tonight.” Justin insisted. 

“Can we just come in?” Ryan asked, joking exasperation. 

You laughed, “I would say yes but I’m actually pantsless at the moment so…” You shrugged. 

Ryan chuckled, “Please, it’s not like we all live together for over half the year anyways.” 

“Ugh, fine, you have a point. Come on in.” You left the door open and let them inside, pulling your shirt down as far is it would go. At this point, it honestly was more of a dress that went down to your knees so it wasn’t like anything was showing anyways. 

The tall men followed you into the room and you could tell there was something weird about the way they were acting, “So what’s up?” You asked, trying to figure out why they were acting so weird. 

“We, um, we actually had something we wanted to talk to you about.” Ryan started, wringing his hands together. 

You grimaced and closed your eyes, “Guys, if this is about earlier. It was a game and that’s it. There’s no need to be all weird about it!” 

“No, no, no!” Justin hurried, “I mean, that is actually kinda why we’re here… but not like we’re trying to make you feel weird about it!” 

You groaned, “There’s nothing to talk about! This is weird.” 

Justin took a step towards you and brushed down your arm with his hand with an energy you’d never felt from him before. It made you uneasy but it also sent a shiver down your spine. A shiver that you definitely liked. “Actually there is something to talk about.” Ryan moved towards you as well but stepped more behind you. “See, after hearing what you said, we figured that you do so much for the band, honestly more than almost anyone else, that maybe we could show you how much we appreciate you.”

“I really don’t do that much more than anyone else.” You tried your best not to lean into Ryan’s body behind you but there was this polarizing effect these men had on you. 

Ryan scoffed, “Please. You help with merch, set-up and break-down, finance management. It’s like you’re a second tour manager.” He stepped closer behind you, his chest nearly pressed against your back and you could have sworn your heart stopped. 

These boys were up to something and you knew it. 

“Exactly,” Justin continued, his voice low, “And we’ve been trying to figure out how to say thanks for a while now. What you said earlier gave us an idea.” 

Suddenly, Ryan’s lips gently pressed against your neck, shivers running down your spine at the contact, “If you don’t want this, tell us to stop and we can pretend like it never happened.” 

You found your head rolling back into his touch before something occurred to you, “You guys really don’t need to. I know this is probably weird for you.” Your voice was almost more of a whisper than an actual objection. 

A small smile appeared on Justin’s face, a slight chuckle escaping as he leaned in and kissed you ever so slightly on the lips, leaving you craving more, “We’ve already talked about it and we’re okay. But we need to make sure this is something you want. Just say the word and we can stop.” 

Both men pulled away from you just enough to show that they were waiting for your response. There was no way this was happening. This kind of stuff didn’t just happen, right? “I want this.” 

And just like that, Ryan’s lips were back on your neck and his hands gripped your hips. Justin leaned back down and captured your lips in his, his tongue slipping into your mouth. 

You sighed from the overwhelming feeling of both of them, their tongues on your skin, Ryan’s hands trailing up your sides, Justin’s hands massaging your breasts. 

“How about we get this off?” Justin suggested, tugging your shirt over your head, revealing your bare breasts. His head dipped down and began sucking and biting the sensitive flesh, his tongue rolling over your nipples. From behind, Ryan’s hand came up and around your throat, gently guiding your head back to lean against his shoulder to give Justin better access to your breasts. 

Ryan kept one hand gripped lightly around your throat while his other hand trailed down around your front and into your panties where he ran his fingers through your folds, “Already so wet for us.” He realized though, that you were almost too wet right now, “Were you playing with yourself before we got here.” 

You tried to answer but his grip on your throat made it come as more of a whispered squeak. “I’m sorry, what was that?” Justin asked, coming up from your breasts. 

Ryan’s hand loosened up enough for your to speak and ran down your chest. You took a deep breath, finally not having your airway restricted before nodding much less shy than you meant to. “Girls gotta have a little fun too.” You said boldly. 

Both men chuckled a little and came to stand in front of you. “We’re here for that now, baby.” Ryan’s eyes were blown wide with lust as he bit his lip and stared at your naked body, your panties the only thing covering you. “Why don’t you get out of those and then climb onto the bed for us.” He nodded up towards your still made bed. 

Slowly you obeyed, turning around so your back faced them and then slowly slid your panties down, making a show of it and bending over so they saw everything. “Such a fucking tease.” Justin sighed behind you. 

As you walked over to the bed, you could hear the shuffling of fabric behind you. When you made it there, you turned and sat on the edge of the bed, keeping your legs closed tightly, trying to get any friction on your aching core. Justin and Ryan had rid themselves of everything but their boxers, both of their bulges quite prominent. 

In the back of your mind, all you could think of was the fact that this whole situation could ruin your friendship and the dynamics of the group but you wanted it so badly right now that you weren’t thinking rationally. You wanted them. 

The two men came closer to you and as they did, you reached out towards them and began to palm them through their boxers. Justin threw his head back at the contact and Ryan closed his eyes, a strangled moan sighing from his lips. Justin reached down and grabbed your wrist though, “Tonight’s for you.” 

“Maybe I want to do this.” You looked up at both of the men through your long lashes to see them look hesitant for a moment but they shrugged. 

“Go ahead then, I guess.” Ryan laughed a little but it was cut off by you reaching into his boxers and removing his erection, making him gasp. He was definitely nothing to be disappointed about. After taking Justin into your other hand, you saw that Justin was slightly larger in all aspects but Ryan was still definitely impressive. 

You leaned to your right, taking Justin into your mouth as far as you could, swirling your tongue around the tip. He groaned loudly as you pulled off of him with a pop of your lips. Your hand continued to work him while you did the same to Ryan. Quiet moans fell from both of their lips as you twisted your hand around their members. 

Leaning over, you took Ryan into your mouth, first licking up his shift and then focusing on the tip with your tips. Precum leaked from his tip, further slicking up his shaft as you took him into your mouth. Ryan reached down to gather your hair in his fist, using it to gently guide your head up and down. When he hit the back of your throat, your throat tensed up reflexively, tightening around his cock. “Fuck, baby.” Ryan groaned out. 

“How about you lay back, sweetheart.” Justin suggested, removing his shaft from your grip. You could tell by the way he was panting that he had been close and was trying to regain his composure. You obeyed, leaving both of them to climb on the bed. 

You realized that you didn’t quite know the logistics of all this though. “So, how exactly do we…” You bit your lip, feeling awkward all of a sudden. 

“Get on your hands and knees.” Ryan demanded, his sudden dominance sending a shiver down your spine. You climbed onto your hands and knees, ass sticking in the air. Ryan climbed onto the bed as well, lying on the bed in front of you. His cock stood tall in front of your face so you did the first thing you could think of and replaced your mouth on his cock, now able to take him deeper in this new position. 

Ryan chuckled a little, closing his eyes, “Fuck, so eager.” His hands ran through your hair again, brushing it all over to one side. 

Justin came to stand behind you, one of his hands rubbing over your back and then down to your ass. With his other hand, he rubbed his tip through your folds and over your clit, making you moan around Ryan’s cock, sending him crazy. Just as Justin began to enter you, he pulled out quickly, smacking your ass. 

You jumped at the unexpected blow, Ryan’s cock falling from your mouth. “Wow.” You giggled a little, still shocked that he smacked you but not opposed to it. 

Justin noticed, “Sorry, sweetheart. Your ass just really looked good and I had to. I’ll stop if you want.” He soothed the area he hit with his palm. 

You shook your head, “No, no, I kinda liked it. I just wasn’t expecting it.” 

You could almost feel the cocky smirk on his face as he swatted you again, “Good cause I really wanted to do it again.” You bit your lip as your body jolted forward again. 

You began working Ryan in your mouth again, your hand moving up and down what you couldn’t fit. Justin gently entered you from behind, both of you moaning at the new feeling. “You’re so fucking tight. Holy shit.” His pace was slow at first but once you all got adjusted, he sped up. Your body bounced between the two men, Ryan going further into your mouth every time Justin pounded into you. 

Your senses were on fire, the feeling of being filled so completely becoming overwhelming. The knot in your stomach quickly built until you were shaking to the point where you couldn’t keep sucking Ryan off. Your eyes had slid shut and your arms collapsed under your pressure and you face down on the bed between Ryan’s legs. Your mouth had fallen open as you whimpered. Ryan began stroking himself to the sight in front of him, you being railed ass up and he focused on the delicious sounds coming from you. 

Your walls began to clench as you were just about to fall over the edge but Justin quickly pulled out before you could. You almost cried, “Justin!” 

He rubbed your ass again, “Awe, I’m sorry. I promise, it’ll be better this time when you do cum. Now flip over on your back.” 

Still frustrated at him, still wanting to cum so bad, you obeyed. Justin helped you readjust until your head was hanging off the edge of the bed and your body was lying across it still. Ryan came up close to you and sat back on his knees, grabbing your legs and pulling them around his waist. He slowly entered you, his cock rubbing all along your g-spot in this new angle. “Fuck.” You whimpered, grabbing your breasts. 

Justin stood at the foot of the bed, his large cock wavering in front of your face, “Is this alright?” 

You nodded, proactively guiding his cock into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. Both of the men tried an experimental thrust or two, trying to set a good rhythm. Once they found it, it was game over for you. 

Both Justin and Ryan slammed into you hard. You were a moaning mess around Justin’s cock which drove him insane. Ryan gripped your hips so tightly, you knew there’d be bruises you’d have to hide. “You feel so fucking good.” Justin praised, bending over and sucking on your breasts while he thrust down your throat. 

“You take us so well, baby.” Ryan’s praise turned you on. 

Justin’s cock twitched in your mouth and you could tell he was close. He quickly stood back up and removed himself from your mouth. Pumping himself a few last times, he bust all across your chest, your tits covered in his seed. “Fuck-” He groaned, eyes shut as he slowed down his movements. 

Ryan kept ramming into you with a force you never thought possible of the man. That knot in your stomach returned and you found yourself gripping the bed sheets beneath you, “Fuck, Ryan, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” You kept saying, eyes closed shut as you felt your orgasm building. You could already tell that this was stronger than any orgasm you’d had before. 

“Keep your eyes open. I wanna watch you fall apart.” Justin demanded. Your eyes slid open just in time to see Ryan slip his thumb down onto your clit, rubbing fast and tight circles which threw you overboard. 

Electricity burst through your body as you came. You let out a high pitched moan, much louder than you ever expected, and your body shook. Ryan kept working your through your orgasm, “Holy fuck!” Ryan exclaimed, his thumb still running over your clit as you just kept cumming. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” It was all you could say, all you could comprehend. You’d never cum this hard or long in your life. 

“Y/N…” Ryan groaned out as he came inside you, the clenching over your walls sending him overboard. 

He pulled out when finally, you came down from your orgasm. 

“Holy fucking shit!” Justin laughed, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

You sat up on your elbows, legs still spread around Ryan’s waist. You saw the sheets soaked and a liquid other than sweat on Ryan’s torso. “Oh my gosh. I am so sorry!” You covered your face, absolutely humiliated. 

Ryan reached up and removed them caringly, “Don’t be sorry! I’ve never seen a girl actually squirt like that and it was so fucking sexy.” 

“Round two?” Justin suggested and you laughed, lying back down and brushing your sweaty hair out of your face. 

“Gimme a sec.” You laughed.