#miw 570

[vinnymauro]

@miwnet motionless in white meme — 4/4 songs

570

[circle-with-me]

i have nothing clean or appropriate to say so i’m just gonna leave this here :)

[nerdraging4point0]

The Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Four // Poly AU: MIW BO crossover

Tropes and Tags: MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only MDNI, PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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I tremble as Noah closes the distance between us, his large hands cupping my face as his lips claim mine in a searing kiss. I feel delicate and feminine in his strong grasp. Letting the pillow slip from my hands, I reach for his wrists, rising to meet his hungry mouth. Our kisses grow more urgent as we shuffle toward the bed, desire pooling low in my belly. My back meets the soft mattress and I gasp against his lips as his tall, muscular frame hovers over me. I arch into him, hungry for more of his heated touch, every nerve in my body alive with anticipation.

My heart skips a beat as my thoughts suddenly spiral. Am I cheating? Chris and I have been texting back and forth for months now, but he's never brought up being exclusive or officially dating. We're just friends who sometimes get a little flirty over text. I mean, sure, we've sent some racy photos and done the occasional video chat, but that doesn't make us an actual couple...right? I've never felt like we were anything official. Still, my conscience nags at me, making me second guess everything.

His hands are on me, sliding up under my shirt, and I can't help the moan that escapes as his fingers find my bare skin. So soft, his touch is like fire, and I arch into him when he cups my breast, teasing my nipple. The pleasure is dizzying, and my mind is hazy, unable to form a coherent thought beyond how good this feels. I know I shouldn't, but I can't resist, can't find the willpower to push him away. This is so wrong, but oh, it feels so right. 

His hands are on me, burning my skin as he slides my shorts down my hips. My shirt is already gone, tossed carelessly to the floor. I gasp as his lips trail kisses down my body. Friends with benefits? Girlfriend and boyfriend? I don't know what we are. My mind is clouded, lost in this blissful haze as he continues his sweet torture. I know I should ask, should clarify our relationship, but not now.

My legs trembled as his tongue trailed up my inner thighs. I tensed, unsure if I should allow this stranger such intimate access. Yet my body melted into his touch, my hesitation fading away. I let my thighs fall open, exposing my slick, aching flesh. His tongue slid through my wet folds, flicking my swollen clit, making my hips buck against his mouth.

"Been a while, hasn't it, sweet girl?" he murmured, his breath hot on my sensitive skin. I nodded, whimpering, desperate for more of his delicious torment.

"Well, let's fix that, shall we?"

He continued his sensual assault, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, caressing my thighs to keep them relaxed and open for him. My hands twisted in the sheets, conflicted between gripping tight or running through his hair. He was driving me to the brink of ecstasy. Though it had been some time, no lover had ever lavished such skillful attention or savored every second of my body's responses.

When he pulled my clit between his lips, sucking ever so gently, I cried out, momentarily forgetting we weren't alone.

His eyes met mine from between my shaking thighs, his mouth curving into a grin. "No, let me hear you, baby. Nick wants to hear how much you're enjoying yourself."

His words sent a shiver through me. I would let him hear. I would let the whole world hear how much pleasure this stranger was giving me.

I gasp and pant, his words igniting me like a spark to tinder. This is nothing like being with Chris - Noah takes me to new heights of ecstasy. My mind wanders, imagining what the others are thinking as they hear my cries of pleasure echoing through the house. The thought of an audience, of Chris himself watching as Noah lavishes me with oral worship, only amplifies my arousal.

I writhe and moan, my body electric, responding to Noah's talented tongue and the fantasy of being witnessed in my debauchery. Some primal part of me is unleashed, raw screams torn from my throat. I am alive, I am free, I am his. Each lick and flick pushes me higher, lost in this hedonistic heaven. The world falls away until there is only this - his mouth and my ecstasy, together in perfect harmony.

He is whispering something but I am lost mentally, unable to process meaning. His voice alone make me shiver. As his tongue finds my clit again, pleasure overwhelms me. I cry out his name, lost in ecstasy.

As I float back to earth, his fingers glide along my slick folds before sliding inside. His thumb presses my clit, keeping me on the edge.

"Did he make you feel like this?" he asks.

I can't speak, only moan as he pumps into me, bringing me closer again.

"Didn't make you come like this, did he?" His murmured words fan the flames. "Wonder what he'd think, seeing you come undone for me."

I don't care. All I feel is Noah, his fingers, his mouth. He takes me higher, makes me burn. Nothing else matters but this.

I moan, rocking my hips against his fingers as they work their magic.

"Naughty girl," Noah growls, his fingers picking up the pace as his thumb starts rubbing my sensitive clit. "You wanna come for me again, don't you sweet girl?"

I squirm and rock desperately on his hand, chasing the euphoric high building inside me. He doesn't need to ask permission this time. My body makes the decision for me, ecstasy crashing over me in waves as I cry out.

"That's my good girl," he rasps, voice thick with desire. Then his mouth is on me, tongue lapping up every drop of my arousal. I clutch his soft brown hair, overwhelmed by the sensory bliss.

When he crawls up my body, I eagerly meet his mouth with my own, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. I'm lost in this heated passion with him, my body singing at his touch.

His voice is a low rumble as he looks down at me, eyes dark with desire. "We're not done yet, baby. Give me more." I'm breathless beneath him, wanting, needing, as he leans back and takes himself in hand. My thigh trembles under his grip as he pushes my legs open, exposing me. I feel him there, hot and hard between my folds, teasing me. A whimper escapes my lips as I arch and roll, desperate for him to fill me. He watches, enjoying how I writhe, so ready for him. And then suddenly he's inside, one powerful stroke seating him to the hilt. I cry out, stretching around him, ecstasy coursing through me.

"That's my girl," he growls. "Take it all."

I'm helpless but to obey, letting him fill me completely. My eyes flutter closed as ecstasy washes over me.

"Let me see those pretty eyes."

I open them to meet his smoldering gaze, dark and domineering. His pace quickens and I whimper, right on the edge.

"Not yet," he commands. "You'll come when I say."

I'm trying, I really am, but I'm not sure I can do what he asks.As he resumes his movements, my mind grows hazy with pleasure. I can feel my climax building, just out of reach, and I know that in mere minutes I'll come undone for him.

"Do you want to come for me, baby?" Noah's forehead presses to mine, our gazes locked in heated intimacy. I nod, desperate and willing.

"No," he says firmly. "Tell me what you want. Give me that voice." His fingers pinch my chin, commanding my full obedience.

"Noah," I breathe, my voice laced with aching need. "Please make me come." His movements remain steady, controlled, as his forehead pushes harder to mine. He owns me in this moment, possessing my pleasure completely. I surrender to his dominance, ready to shatter at his will.

"Come for me, baby girl. Come on my cock," he growls. I squeal as my orgasm breaks free, flooding through me. I'm still riding the high when he flips me onto him, his cock still throbbing inside. I settle onto him just as his hands grip my hips, pumping me up and down his hard length. Bracing myself on his chest, my nails digging into his tattooed skin with each deep thrust. "Again," he commands. My body obeys, shuddering as another orgasm charges through. His calm, confident voice pushes me over the edge again.

His voice was husky as he praised me, his hands guiding my hips as I rode him. "That's it baby, just like that. You feel so good wrapped around me." I was beyond words, lost in the pleasure of our joining. I threw my head back and moaned, showing him how much I loved having him inside me.

"Think you got one more in you for me?" he growled, starting to thrust up harder. My throat was dry, and I could only nod eagerly as he picked up the pace. He was urgent now, pounding into me as he chased his release.

"Give it to me baby, come on. One more and I'll make you scream." His words sent a spike of heat through me. I wanted to obey, to push us both over the edge. I moved faster, squeezing around him as the pleasure built. We were so close now, racing towards ecstasy together.

The pleasure was overwhelming as he thrust inside me. I wanted more, I wanted him to lose control. Gripping his hips, I moved with him, desperate to hear those sweet moans escape his lips.

"One more, baby. Come for me one more time," he begged, his voice strained with need. I was close, but didn't know if I could beat him to it. Reaching down, I found my aching clit and stroked it fast.

"Fuck, that's so hot. Make yourself come for me, baby," he growled. His words sent me over the edge. Waves of ecstasy crashed through me as I clenched around him, crying out his name. He continued thrusting erratically before finally finding his own release inside me.

When we caught our breath, he flipped me over, withdrawing swiftly. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. But he was already moving down my body, his hot breath between my legs.

"I can't...too sensitive..." I panted, even as my hips lifted toward his mouth.

"You can, baby. One more for me. I know you have one more in you," he purred before devouring my slick heat. His tongue soothed my tender flesh even as it stoked the fire inside me once more. I was beyond words, reduced to breathless moans as he worked me expertly to the edge again.

"Going to come..." I managed to gasp. He redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking until I shattered with a scream, the orgasm ripping through my core.

As I floated back down, he gently lapped up my juices, murmuring praise against my sensitized flesh. I drifted in and out of blissful semi-consciousness, vaguely aware of him gathering me in his arms. The last thing I remembered was his fingers stroking my hair as I surrendered to exhaustion, thoroughly satisfied and already longing for more.

[tearfallpixie]

Important Update!!!

This is not an easy decision for me but I will be removing all of my stories from here on. I have noticed lately that things that I and several other writers have written are getting posted in the band members discord.

This is not ok and never will be ok. This is a breach of my trust and rude to the members themselves. These are creations of a writers imagination and should never be put in space that are available to the members or can affect their lives in any way.

I will no longer be writing fanfics for MIW going forward until I feel comfortable enough to do so.

I am not blaming anyone in particular. I have no clue who it is that is sharing this information. But I do not condone it in any fashion.

So please respect artists and their work and do not share it with the bands.

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[petalsbleedingbeak666]

It's amazing how Motionless In White manage to make references to their previous lyrics back to back. If I'm not mistaken, these are all of them.

Note: I'm going to ignore the intra-album links of Puppets - Scissorhands and Black Damask - Puppets 2, since it's not linking one album to another. I'm also going to ignore the covers and remixes. I'm gonna only consider WLMD album since the album and demo songs match, except for Billy In 4C Never Saw It Coming. Also not taking into consideration Creatures X: To The Grave, since the nod to Creatures is apparent.

That downs non-album tracks to

- Horse Ridin'

- Santa's Pissed

- Demon In Your Dreams/Brutality

(Note: you could argue that the Wild West theme links Horse Ridin' to Just When You Thought We Couldn't Get Any More Emo, We Go And Pull Out The Stunt Like This, but I'm not joining them. Same for the necrophilia theme joining Whatever You Do... and Dead As Fuck).

MIW 2005 DEMO

- Bleed In Black And White

- Trace Out The Heart

- Violets Are Blue...

THE WHORROR 2007 DEMO

- The Whorror

- Just When You Thought We Couldn't Get Any More Emo, We Go And Pull Out The Stunt Like This

- She Never Made It To The Emergency Room (Trace Out The Heart, Demo 2005)

- We Put The Fun In Funeral

- Black

- Apocolips (Violets Are Blue..., Demo 2005)

- Schitzophrenicannibalisticsexfest.com

WHEN LOVE MET DESTRUCTION 2008 EP/2009 ALBUM

- When Love Meets Destruction

- To Keep From Getting Burned

- Ghost In The Mirror

- Destroying Everything (Destroy Everything on the EP)

- Whatever You Do... Don't Push The Red Button

- She Never Made It to the Emergency Room (The Whorror, 2007)

- Billy In 4-C Never Saw It Coming

- We Only Come Out At Night

- Bananamontana

- The Seventh Circle

- Apocolips (The Whorror, 2007; also includes a chunk of Black)

CREATURES 2010

- Immaculate Misconception

- We Only Come Out At Night (WLMD, 2009)

- London In Terror

- Abigail

- Creatures (When Love Meets Destruction, WLMD)

- Cobwebs

- .com, pt. 2 (Schitzophrenicannibalisticsexfest.com, The Whorror, 2007)

- Count Choculitis

- City Lights (Bananamontana, WLMD, 2009)

- Puppets (The First Snow)

- Undead Ahead

- Scissorhands (The Last Snow)

INFAMOUS, 2012

- Black Damask (The Fog)

- Devil's Night

- A-M-E-R-I-C-A

- Burned At Both Ends

- The Divine Infection

- Puppets 2 (The Rain) (Puppets (The First Snow), Creatures, 2010)

- Sinematic

- If It's Dead, We'll Kill It

- Synthetic Love

- Hatefuck

- Underdog

- Infamous (Immaculate Misconception, Creatures, 2006)

- Sick From The Melt

- Fatal

REINCARNATE, 2014

- Death March (We Only Come Out At Night, Creatures, 2010; Black Damask, Infamous, 2012)

- Reincarnate

- Puppets 3 (The Grand Finale) (Puppets, Creatures 2010; Puppets 2, Infamous 2012)

- Unstoppable

- Everybody Sells Cocaine

- Contempress

- Break the Cycle

- Generation Lost

- Dark Passenger, arguably, you could link it to Black (2007)

- Wasp

- Dead As Fuck

- Final Dictvm

- Carry The Torch (arguably link to Puppets 1 and 2)

GRAVEYARD SHIFT (2017)

- Rats

- Queen For Queen

- Necessary Evil

- Soft

- Unstoppable (arguably Trace Out The Heart)

- Not My Type (Dead As Fuck, Reincarnate, 2014)

- The Ladder

- Voices

- Loud (Fuck It)

- 570

- Hourglass

- Eternally Yours

DISGUISE (2019)

- Disguise

- Headache

- </c0de>

- Thoughts And Prayers

- Legacy

- Undead Ahead 2: The Tale of the Midnight Ride (Undead Ahead, 2010)

- Holding Onto Smoke

- Broadcasting From Beyond the Grave: Death, Inc. (arguably Dead As Fuck, 2014/2017)

- Brand New Numb

- Catharsis

SCORING THE END OF THE WORLD (2022)

- Meltdown

- Sign Of Life

- Werewolf

- Porcelain

- Slaughterhouse (arguably Rats, 2017)

- Masterpiece

- Cause Of Death (arguably a mix between Puppets and Eternally Yours)

- We Become The Night

- Burned At Both Ends 2 (BABE from Infamous, 2012, obviously)

- B.F.B.T.G.: Corpse Nation (BFBTG: Death, Inc. from Disguise, 2019, obviously)

- Cyberhex

- Red, White, Boom (an obvious nod to A-M-E-R-I-C-A, Infamous, 2012)

- Scoring The End Of The World

- Hollow Points

- Fool's Gold

- Timebomb

Anything I missed?

[miwtual]

kaiiii do you have any miw recs for someone who's largely an mcr/paramore/fob/ptv girlie (gn)

oh blue u are SO in luck bc when i got into miw years ago i was also primarily a ptv and paramore girlie <3 i got a lot of recs so bear with me

so if u enjoy the storytelling of mcr songs, miw has those! there's actually quite a few songs that tell stories with one another: the puppets trilogy ("puppets (the first snow)", "puppets 2 (the rain)", "puppets 3 (the grand finale)"), the dead as fuck duology ("dead as fuck", "not my type: dead as fuck 2"), the undead ahead duology ("undead ahead", "undead ahead 2: the tale of the midnight ride"), amongst a few others as well! "eternally yours" and "another life" are also two parts of a story as well

on that note, there are also plenty of miw songs that are standalones that tell a story as well and are typically based on pop culture, especially in miw's earlier stuff: "london in terror" is based on jack the ripper, "we only come out at night" is based on the movie the lost boys (1987), "dark passenger" is based on that one show dexter, "werewolf" is inspired by michael jackson's "thriller"... miw loooooves storytelling

if you're looking for something more like paramore or fob in terms of vibe, you could try out songs like "masterpiece", "unstoppable", "catharsis", and "city lights" (which all give me the vibe of paramore and/or fob songs)

ptv is another one of my faves, so if you're looking for something more that sort of vibe, "carry the torch", "holding on to smoke", "cause of death", "cobwebs", and "hourglass" all give that vibe i think!

if you're looking for something heavy, miw has a few! some of their most iconic heavy songs are "slaughterhouse", "thoughts & prayers", "soft", and "immaculate misconception" (but there's always more because this is a metal band we're talking about lmao)

they've also done a few cover songs as well! "dragula" by rob zombie, "somebody told me" by the killers, "du hast" by rammstein, and "my friend of misery" by metallica (this ones not on spotify but it is on youtube) <3 they also made rhea ripley's wwe theme song, "demon in your dreams" which ALSO goes hard

and then some other miscellaneous song recs that dont quite fit in these other categories i made: "reincarnate" (my favorite song of all time from miw and also just in general), "headache" (another one of my top miw songs of all time), voices (written about the lgbtq+ community and when i saw it live i almost cried), "cyberhex" (makes me cry bc its about how much miw loves their fans), "creatures x: to the grave" (makes me cry for the same reason cyberhex does), and "570" (ALSO makes me cry bc its about how much miw has grown)

SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS IS AND HOW MANY SONGS I LISTED BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY AT LEAST SOME OF THEM BLUE ILY

[synthetic-wasp-570]

It was honestly a dream come true to see my favorite band for the first time LIVE and the fact that I got to experience it with my lil man, made it 20x better! Yesterday couldn't have gone any better and I'm so HAPPY Paulie enjoyed himself! Anyway... here's some pics I took today of me and Paulie with our matching MIW shirts and of course my beautiful hoodie as well!! 🖤🧡🖤🧡

The '570' brought the house down last night and it was fucking AMAZING!! 🤘🤘

[vinnymauro]

MIW APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 day four: favorite live performance — 570 at scranton apocalypse fest, september 16th, 2023

if it's cool with you, we'd like to play you one more song. we'd like to play you a song that means more to this band than any other song. a song that was written about all the fucking years to make it to this moment right here, right now. i don't care where you traveled from, i don't care where you're from on this fucking planet. tonight, my friends, every single fucking one of us are from the 5 7 0.

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[dodgersnotebook]

graveyard shift by miw :3 ♡

1. Voices

2. Not My Type: Dead as Fuck 2

3. Soft

4. Necessary Evil

5. Queen For Queen

6. LOUD ( Fuck it )

7. Eternally Yours

8. Hourglass

9. The Ladder

10. Untouchable

11. Rats

12. 570

send me an album and i’ll put the tracks in order from most → least favourite

[nerdraging4point0]

Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Thirteen // A MIW/Bad Omens PolyAU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, MM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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As I glided into the dimly-lit restaurant, I felt a familiar twinge of self-consciousness about the daring ensemble I had picked for tonight. Being with Noah and Chris had given me a confidence in my skin I thought I had lost long ago, but now as the hostess guides me through tables toward Rick I can feel it all coming back again. The short, figure-hugging black dress clung to my curves, the hemline barely grazing the top of my thighs, while the plunging neckline dipped dangerously low, adorned with a cascade of glittering gold jewelry that drew the eye straight down to my chest. I saw some of the men and women turn their heads to get a good look at me, but I kept my eyes on the back of the hostess head trying to keep my legs from shaking.

Paired with towering stilettos and my hair blownout and pinned back so it fell over one shoulder, I knew it was worth all the time I had taken deciding what to wear. Earlier, I snapped and shared a quick "fit check" photo in the group chat with Chris and Noah, who had responded with a flurry of suggestive messages - clearly, they approved. But as I approached the booth where Rick was sitting, his reaction was all I cared about. 

I watched, amused, as he fumbled to stand from the booth hitting his knees under the table, his cheeks flushing crimson as he stammered to find his words, his gaze repeatedly drawn to the tantalizing expanse of bare skin on display. That. That was the moment I knew I had made the perfect choice.

When I finally sat down and he managed to learn syllables again, Rick started on with his usual conversation topic. The more he talked, the more visibly relaxed he became, as if the mere act of conversing was a soothing balm for his troubled mind. Yet, despite his growing comfort, there was an underlying unease in his body language. He avoided making direct eye contact, instead staring intently at his clasped hands, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and the hair tie wrapped around his wrist.

Just then, the waitress arrived at the table, moving with an unusual haste to take down our order. Rick immediately launched back into his customary topics of conversation, the words spilling forth with a newfound fluency. But as he droned on, I reached across the table, gently placing a hand atop his own. The simple gesture was enough to silence him.

 "Rick," I said, meeting his gaze with a reassuring steadiness, "as much as I love hearing about your research and new topics of interest, we really need to talk." 

Rick hesitated, his words coming out in a nervous stammer. "Eve, really, I-I don't think it's necessary," he managed, his gaze darting around the room in clear discomfort.

"Rick, look at me." Reluctantly, he dragged his steel-colored eyes up to meet mine, the raw emotion simmering within them impossible to ignore. His breath uneven and shaky

I could see it all playing out in the depths of his gaze - the hunger, the longing, the thinly-veiled desire that threatened to consume us both. Rick's eyes roamed hungrily over my body, drinking in every inch, and I knew at that moment that it wasn't only dinner he craved. The intensity of his stare leaving me breathless, heart pounding in anticipation.

As I traced delicate circles on the back of his hand paired with my legs subtly shifting under the table as my stiletto heel seductively caressed his calf. I had him squirming in his seat.

“Look, I'm gonna be honest with you, Rick. I find you so attractive, and I’d be lying if I said you watching me the other day wasn’t the hottest experience I have ever had.”

“You have two boyfriends that fuck you constantly. I know! I get the photos and videos to prove it.” He said. Snapping his mouth shut as the waitress set our food in front of us.

“Yes, I do. But that doesn’t stop me from being attracted to you.” I let go of his hand leaning back in the booth. “Honestly, it’s a crime that all of you attractive men find each other and form heavy metal bands. Girls like me don’t stand a chance.” I’m teasing him and he knows it, the sly smile tugging at his lips. We ate our food in silence for a while, halfway through and I couldn’t finish another bite, dropping my fork on the table I wiped my lips before taking a deep breath and asking him the only thing I wanted to ask since I walked in. 

“What do you want, Ricky?” The intensity of his piercing gaze left me feeling flustered and uncertain, as if I had been transported back to my awkward teenage years when the mere thought of physical intimacy filled me with nervous anticipation. Yet, there was an undeniable allure to the way his icy blue eyes bore into mine, a silent plea that hinted at a deep, primal desire. I wanted him, there was no doubt about that. 

“I want you.” 

***

Rick's uncompromising perfectionism was a constant presence in his life, coloring every facet of his thoughts and actions. He held himself to an impossibly high standard, endlessly critiquing his own abilities and performance with a ruthless, unflinching eye. And now, as he hastily ushered us through the front door of his home, that same unyielding drive for flawlessness was obvious. His lips crashed against mine with a desperate, consuming hunger, his body pressing me firmly against the wall in a display of raw, primal passion.

He paused, pulling away as we both caught our breath, the sudden break in our passionate embrace leaving me yearning for more. I expected him to pull me close again, to capture my lips with his own once more in a searing, sensual kiss, but instead he simply stood there, his expression almost dumbfounded as he gazed down at me. Refusing to let the moment slip away, I leaned in closer, my eyes fluttering closed as I tenderly placed my lips against the intricate rose tattoo adorning the right side of his neck. The soft caress of my mouth against his skin caused his body to initially tense up, the delicate touch seemingly electrifying his senses. I could feel the rapid pulse beating beneath the delicate ink, a physical manifestation of the desire and longing coursing through him. For a heartbeat, he remained frozen, his breath hitching in his throat, before finally relaxing into my embrace, surrendering to the intimate connection sparking between us.

I wanted more of him. Reaching down, I grasped the soft, worn hem of his hoodie, fingertips brushing against the faded fabric as I looked deep into his eyes, a silent plea to continue. Without hesitation, Ricky reached behind his back, peeling the sweatshirt off his broad shoulders, shirt included as the garment sliding down his arms to pool at his feet. My lips dropped to the tattoos at his collarbone, trailing delicate kisses along the inked lines, exploring the planes of his chest. Slowly, my tongue extended, flicking at the sensitive nub of his nipple, drawing a hiss of pleasure from his parted lips.

My body trembled as Ricky's soft, sensual kisses traced a delicate path along my skin. Starting at the delicate curve where my chin met my throat, his lips slowly, deliberately worked their way downward, each touch igniting a spark within me. The tender caress of his mouth on the exposed, sensitive skin of my collarbone sent tingles racing across my flesh. Circling back up, he nuzzled the shell of my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Gently, he took my earlobe between his teeth, tugging ever so slightly, the subtle pressure eliciting a deep, shuddering gasp from my parted lips. Arching my back, my chest pressed firmly against his, our bodies molding together in a sensual embrace. His strong, calloused hands began to roam, gliding down the gentle slopes of my sides before slipping underneath the silky fabric of my dress. His fingertips danced across the bare, silken skin of my thighs, igniting a smoldering fire that threatened to consume me.

Breathless, we broke apart, Ricky's eyes burning with a fierce and primal hunger.  "We'll need to go upstairs," he growled, voice thick with barely-restrained desire, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. I could only nod as I stepped out of my heels, his fingers slowly lacing between my own as he took my hand. Chris and Noah's hands always consumed mine, Rick felt more balanced in my grasp, his thumb rubbing slow circles as we climbed the stairs to his master bedroom.

The short distance to the stairs felt like an eternity, I thought I might burst from the intensity of it all.  We had been friends for a while now and even though I had been to his house before I don’t ever recall having seen his room. He led me down the hall before pushing open the door, at first it was dark and hard to see, with a flip of the switch suddenly the room was bathed in dim lights. The décor was not what I pictured - rather than an overbearing gothic aesthetic, there were only subtle, tasteful accents adorning the walls. The simple bed was a minimalist's dream, draped in dark, moody bedding of black sheets and charcoal gray blankets.

Rick's strong arms wrapped firmly around my waist, pulling me flush against his solid frame as his hips pressed firmly into the small of my back. I could feel the warmth of his breath caressing my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. His teeth grazed my ear as his voice melted into my skin, “I love the dress, but it would be better on my floor.” 

His soft lips left sensual kisses as he trailed down the bend of my neck, his lips ghosting over my shoulder as the strap of my dress slowly slid free, exposing more of my bare skin to him. A thrill of nervous excitement coursed through me as I felt the fabric begin to slip from my body, my hands instinctively reaching up to keep myself covered, to maintain some semblance of modesty. But Rick's calloused palms gently grasped my wrists, stopping me in my tracks. "Don't bother," he murmured, his voice low and dripping with desire. "I want to see you. All of you, just like I imagined." His fingers deftly continued their work, peeling away the last barriers between us as his eyes hungrily roamed over every inch of my newly exposed form.

Ricky's hands roamed with a firm, purposeful touch, his fingers caressing and exploring every curve. Spinning me around I gasped when he bent his head to take one of my tight nipples into his mouth. Pushing his body against me as he blindly led us to the edge of his bed. He released my breast with a loud, wet pop, the saliva left behind causing it to perk up even more in the cool air. My hips instinctively rolled against him, desperate for more of his attention. 

He smiled pushing me back till I was lying flat on his bed. His free hand settled on my hip, pressing me down into the mattress softly pinning me in place. 

"Don't worry, baby girl," he murmured, his voice low and dripping with promise. "We'll get there. I'm not like Chris - I like to take my time."

My body was a quivering, panting mess of heightened sensation as Rick's calloused fingers caressed my skin, sending electric tingles through every nerve ending. His rough stubble grazed my delicate flesh, eliciting a shudder of pleasure that radiated outward from where his lips trailed their way down my torso. Every movement was slow and deliberate as he meticulously removed the last shreds of clothing that covered me, his perfectly arched eyebrows raising in a dark, predatory expression as he let out a low, rumbling chuckle. "Look at that, already wet for me," he growled, his voice dripping with a primal hunger that made my pulse quicken and my core throb with desperate need.

His skilled fingers deftly glided across my most sensitive areas, sending tingles of anticipation rippling through my body. With a feather-light touch, he caressed the delicate skin of my inner thighs, inching ever closer to the throbbing heat at my core.

I clutched the bed sheets in a vice-like grip, my knuckles turning stark white as I fought the overwhelming urge to grab him and guide his fingers exactly where I craved his touch the most.

Just when I thought I couldn't stand the delicious agony a moment longer, he finally traced the outline of my sex with his index finger, applying the barest hint of pressure. The sensation had me crying out his name in a desperate, needy whimper, my hips instinctively rolling to meet his touch. 

The sensation of his fingers sliding down my thighs, over my knees, and down to my ankles sent tingles of anticipation through my body. I could feel the goosebumps rising on my skin as his touch ignited my nerves. His eyes were intently focused, pupils dilated with desire, and his eyebrows raised slightly as he glanced up at me, gauging my reactions. The way his hands then slid back up the other leg, retracing the same path, had me trembling in anticipation. When his palms finally reached the bare skin of my belly, his thumbs grazed over the delicate metal of my navel piercing, sending a shiver through me. He bowed his head, planting soft, featherlight kisses along the curve of my hips, slowly working his way up until no part of my stomach was left untouched.

 "Rick," I panted, my body squirming and writhing under his tantalizing caresses. He let out a low, throaty chuckle, his large hands cupping my breasts as his fingers pinched and rolled my sensitive nipples between them. The combined sensations had me arching my back, desperate for more of his touch, my mind hazy with building desire.

The intricate patterns of his tattoos traced delicate pathways down the contours of my body, igniting sparks of pleasure with each caress. His strong, calloused hands glided over the soft curves of my figure, eliciting a shiver of anticipation as they cupped the supple swell of my ass. Kneading the firm flesh of my thighs, he slowly coaxed my legs apart, exposing me to his hungry gaze.

A wicked gleam danced in his eyes as he leaned in, his warm breath ghosting across my trembling skin. "So much to touch," he purred, the rich timbre of his voice sending delicious shivers down my spine.

“So much to taste.” His talented tongue flicked out, teasing the throbbing clit at my core. The sensation was electric, drawing a desperate cry from my lips as white-hot desire flooded my senses. The wicked smile curling at his lips sent a delicious shiver down my spine as he gazed at me with those intense, smoldering eyes. 

"You like that?" he asked, his voice low and dripping with barely-contained desire. I could only manage a desperate, needy whine in response, my eyes clamped shut as I waited in breathless anticipation for his touch.

 When his fingers finally slid between my slick, swollen folds, parting me open, the sensation was exquisite. His thumb gently rubbing circles over my throbbing clit, a chorus of whimpers and whines falling from my lips as my hips rotated and arched into his skilled caresses.

 "Rick," I pleaded, voice thick with need, "Please." And then, blissfully, he sank his middle finger deep inside my quivering, welcoming heat, the gentle, rhythmic movements of his hand sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through my entire being. I was utterly lost to the sensations, my world narrowing down to the exquisite friction and pressure of his touch, the coiling tension building to a fever pitch within my core.

I was teetering on the edge, my every nerve ending alight with building ecstasy. "Would you like to come now, baby girl?" he asked, gazing up at me with those captivating blue eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. "Please," I begged breathlessly, my voice quivering with need. "That's all I want.”

The coil of tension within my core tightened even further as he slowly slid another slender, dexterous finger inside me, curling it to stroke the soft, sensitive walls inside me. My breathing grew ragged and uneven, escaping my lips in a series of desperate, wanton moans as his name tumbled out unbidden, rendering me a half-crazed, thoroughly debauched mess. 

Withdrawing his fingers to the very tip, I felt suddenly stretched and filled as he added a third, the added girth and pressure stimulating every nerve ending and making my head spin. I couldn't hold back any longer, grinding my hips frantically against the steady, relentless rhythm of his hand as the coiled spring of tension and pleasure deep within me finally snapped, my thighs trembling uncontrollably with the sheer force of the climactic release that washed over me in crashing waves. Every muscle went taut and then slack, my body momentarily limp and boneless.

As Rick rose from the bed, his eyes locked onto my trembling form with a predatory intensity. I could feel his gaze roaming over me, drinking in every quiver and shudder that ran through my body. Then, with agonizing slowness, he began to undo the button and zipper of his pants, the metallic sounds echoing in the charged silence. I found myself unable to look away, transfixed as the fabric pooled down his hips, revealing more and more of him. Rick had told me before about the videos and photos, and how often he'd gotten off to them. Now, as I drank in the sight of him, I couldn't help but wonder - what did he truly look like, feel like, taste like?

The curiosity had been building for weeks, a persistent itch that demanded to be scratched. I couldn't stop thinking about it - the way his shaft would feel sliding between my lips, the salty-sweet taste of him coating my tongue. As I knelt before him, my eyes locked hungrily on his rapidly hardening cock, I knew I had to know. What would he feel like in my mouth? What would his unique flavor be? The anticipation was overwhelming, a delicious tension coiling low in my belly. With a trembling hand, I reached out to grasp his throbbing member, marveling at the silky smooth skin and the thrum of his pulse. 

"I've always wanted to know how your mouth feels," Rick murmured, his voice laced with a tremor of barely-restrained desire. "I've seen you suck his cock plenty of times - he always seems to enjoy himself so much." His admission sent a thrill through me; he had been thinking about this too, wondering what it would be like.

 "I've thought about it too," I purred, giving his shaft a gentle squeeze. "I wanna know how you taste." Unable to hold back any longer, I eagerly leaned forward and sealed my lips around the weeping tip, swirling my tongue to savor that first tantalizing hint of flavor. Then, with a soft, needy moan, I took him deeper, enveloping his rigid length in the wet heat of my mouth. 

As his head touched the back of my throat Rick’s face contorted as he let out a guttural groan, his fingers instantly tangling in my hair. I looked up through my lashes barely making eye contact with him before his head was tipping back. Moaning and sighing as I bobbed my head back and forth.

 "Fuck, I see why he likes it so much," Ricky growled, captivated by the way my glossed lips wrapped around him. "Look at your beautiful face taking my cock in your mouth so well," he praised, voice dripping with lust.

Sinking into the steady, rhythmic motions, I savored the delightful weight of him on my tongue, the sensation so wonderfully satisfying. Hearing the deep, guttural moans and lavish praise spilling from Rick's lips only fueled my desire to please. I moaned around him, giggling as I felt his thighs tremble and his grip in my hair tightening with each passing second. But just as I was sure he was about to let go, he suddenly grasped my face, his palms cradling my cheeks to hold my mouth wide open. With agonizing slowness, he withdrew himself, his features relaxing as he spoke. "If you keep going, I won't get the chance to fuck you, and believe me, that's been my priority all night." 

Helping me to my feet, he then stalked towards me, his predatory gaze pinning me in place until the backs of my legs hit the mattress, sending me tumbling back onto the soft surface. As his body hovered over mine, that same look of comprehension crossed his face once more before he abruptly pulled away, crossing the room to retrieve a foil packet from his dresser.  He didn’t need it but I appreciated the forethought. 

Reaching me in just a few swift steps, he grasped my face firmly between his weathered, calloused palms, his touch both gentle and possessive. I could feel the warmth of his skin against my cheeks as his thumbs tenderly caressed my face, wiping away the smeared remnants of my makeup that had no doubt been running down my flushed, tear-stained cheeks. There was a softness in his expression, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips, as if he was trying to soothe and comfort me. But the intensity in his gaze betrayed the barely-contained passion and desire burning within him. And without any further preamble, he surged forward, his lips crashing against mine in a fierce, aggressive kiss. His tongue pushed past my parted lips, invading my mouth in a claiming, dominating gesture that left me breathless and trembling. The kiss was unapologetically demanding, leaving no room for hesitation or restraint, as if he simply couldn't hold himself back any longer. 

As we broke apart, Ricky's grip on my face tightened, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he held my gaze with an iron intensity. His grip was bruising, almost painfully so, yet I craved it, craved the way he claimed me, staked his possession over me with that fierce, dominant gaze. There was an animalistic quality to him, a predatory intensity that made my pulse race and my breath catch. I was utterly, completely at his mercy, and the knowledge both terrified and thrilled me. His eyes bore into my own, dark and primal, revealing a deep, carnal need that stirred something primal within me in turn. I was powerless to look away, transfixed by the raw, unyielding command in his voice as he growled, "Keep your eyes on me. I'm the only one here." His words were a demand, brooking no disagreement, and I found myself nodding mutely, mesmerized by the sheer force of his presence.

Releasing his tight grip, he adjusted his body with mine, settling between my legs as he reached down, lining himself up with my eager, trembling cunt. Slowly, so tantalizingly slow, he began to press himself inside me, the almost overwhelming sensation of my soft, yielding walls stretching to accommodate his thick length had me gasping. My eyes drifted shut involuntarily, a sudden, light slap to her cheek brought them snapping back open in surprise. Hovering over me, Rick braced himself on his hands planted firmly on either side of my head, his piercing gaze intense and utterly unyielding as he held me captive beneath him. The way he filled me, stretched me, dominated me- it was all-consuming, overwhelming my senses until I could focus on nothing else.

 "I said eyes on me," he growled, my arms linked around his shoulders as he began to move, needing the support of his body to keep from being swept away by the sensations he was evoking. He was a talker, and I reveled in the stream of praises and dirty words that spilled from his lips, his voice the final push that sent me hurtling over the edge.

"You take it so good, baby. I can see why they like fucking you so much," he growled, and every part of me shuddered at the possessive, hungry tone.

He reached back, grabbing the leg I had secured around his waist to bring it up over his shoulder. The heated stretch at the back of my thigh made my eyes roll back. He thrust into me harder, a desperate cry falling out of my mouth. My nails raked down his pale skin, leaving crescent-moon indentations in their wake as the familiar rush of the orgasm washed over me in waves, the intensity of the moment leaving my body trembling and breathless in his arms.

“Ricky, your cock feels so good!” I cried out for him, fingers tightening into the sheets. He gave a hard thrust and I gripped the back of his arms scratching down his skin as my head fell to the side and mouth fell open.

“That’s right, baby girl. I want you to remember who makes you feel like this.” Ricky growled, his voice low and gravelly. “Say my name.” He emphasized his point with another hard, deliberate thrust, eliciting a moan of pure ecstasy.

“Oh fuck….Rick.” The pleasure was bordering on too much, my senses overloaded, but I craved more - more of his touch, more of his dominance, more of the way he made my body ignite with unbridled lust.

“Again.” he commanded, punctuating each word with another thrust, and I complied, chanting his name like a primal mantra.

“Fuck, Ricky. Feels so good.” His movements became hard and quick as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, a metallic copper tang touching my tongue.

“Such a good girl for me aren’t you baby.” Ricky purred, his finger tracing the curve of my flushed cheek.  “You gonna come one more time for me baby?”

I nodded my head frantically “Yes, Rick. I wanna come for you.”

We moved together in a passionate frenzy, skin slapping against skin. I could practically feel the sensations radiating outward, reverberating in every cell of my being. It was a high unlike any other - more intoxicating than the strongest liquor, more euphoric than the most potent drug. I was completely immersed in the moment, every nerve ending alight with the exquisite pleasure.

The intense, overwhelming sensations washed over me in a sudden, all-encompassing wave. It felt as if my very chest was being cracked open, a searing heat radiating outward from the center of my body and spreading like wildfire through my limbs. My vision blurred and darkened, narrowing to pinpricks of white behind my tightly clenched eyelids as the world around me faded away. The sounds of my environment became muffled and distant, my ears ringing as my mouth fell open in a silent, gaping gasp. Every nerve ending felt electrified, my toes curling and back arching uncontrollably as the sheer intensity of the experience threatened to consume me. Rick was not far behind sloppy and shaking, his back sticky with sweat as he cried out stilling inside me. 

Breathless and spent, I laid beneath him, my chest rising and falling in rhythm with his own. I watched, transfixed, as his mouth opened and closed, panting heavily from the exertion. Reaching up, I cradled his face in my hands, our foreheads pressed together in a moment of intimate connection. In that hazy, euphoric aftermath, I knew I was completely and utterly done for. This wasn't just a fleeting tryst - this was the start of something deeper, more consuming. That single taste of him, that brief culmination of our pent-up desires, had left an indelible mark. I craved more, needed more, in a way I'd never experienced before. This wasn't just physical - there was an emotional component, a soul-deep longing that went beyond the carnal. And now that I'd had that first tantalizing sample, I knew I'd never be able to simply let it go, to walk away and forget. The very thought of losing this, of having to go back to a life without him, filled me with a sense of dread and desperation. 

Reluctantly, I watched as Rick withdrew, a plaintive whine escaping my lips at the sudden, hollow feeling of emptiness. As he searched his drawers for a fresh change of clothes, I found myself in a state of uncertainty, unsure of what to do next. Should I stay, maybe have more of him? Or should I go, to spare myself the inevitable heartache that would come from growing too attached? At that moment, I truly didn't know - all I knew was that I was in far too deep, the harm already done. There was no going back now.

[nerdraging4point0]

MIW and BO porn is more like it. But i doubt you are complaining lol

@synthetic-wasp-570 @thesazzb @tearfallpixie @motionlessinblegh

making friends via fandom is inherently hilarious because in many ways it's like a regular friendship and sometimes you'll share stuff that's going on in your lives and offer support and talk about food or pets or random cultural stuff because you live on opposite sides of the damn planet, but also some of your interactions are like "hello beloved friend whom I cherish deeply, I have brought you a deceptively platonic gift of lovingly crafted star wars porn"

[motionlussyinwhussy]

Drum cam for 570 at Montage Mountain

[31miw-inkpsycho]

[kaminokilljoy]

yayyy tyty

hmm i'll just use the list i made for somebody w a lot of my current favs on it

chelsea smile- bmth

570- miw

doomed- bmth

the hell i overcame- bad omens

creatures- miw ( I LOVE THIS ALBUM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

@jackfromthefairytale @lynx-brynjar @rainbowrowanx3 @junypr-camus + anybody else!!

TAG GAME!!:

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up.

I was tagged by the darling @e-mio ! Decided to shuffle my Daylist (classic anthem late friday night in case you were wondering)

Changes - David Bowie

Day Tripper - The Beatles

Keep Yourself Alive - Queen

Brown Sugar - The Rolling Stones

Bad Medicine - Bon Jovi

absolutely no pressure to do this but I'm tagging @nostalgicbones @forkinthegarbagedisposal @letterlimerence @electric-loser @deansotherotherphone @passiveagressivepoet and @thesurprisinglyqueertoast!

[thisplace-ishaunted]

Why “570″ is objectively the best Motionless in White song...

Rockin intro? YES

Honest and inspirational message about hard work and dedication

Good mixture of Chris both singing and screaming

Awesome group vocals

Works both as a piece of the comprehensive album and by itself

Does it make me want to dance? YES

THEY HAVE WORKED SO HARD AND THIS IS THEIR ANTHEM TO THEMSELVES. APPRECIATE IT.