#vinny mauro x justin morrow

[release-the-mccracken]

....I don't have to say it, right? We're all thinking it?

[beaker1636]

MIW how you met and when they realized they liked you

Vinny

I feel like the two of you would meet through mutual friends honestly, he’s a gamer and clearly enjoys doing it with his friends (his LAN stream) so I feel like you would meet through mutual friends at some get together he’s having

And he’s like woah? A girl that’s playing WoW and not bitching about it? She’s actively enjoying it? She’s not whining all the boys are spending so much time doing it? Maybe I should like get to know her a little bit and make friends

And that leads to active gaming sessions together both when he’s home and on tour

And during said gaming sessions you two grow closer, starting to talk more 1-1 and about your lives, etc.

And one day he’s suddenly like wait, I am constantly checking my messages and shit to see if I’m hearing from her, what the hell is wrong with me?

Truthfully I could see him realizing he likes you and then distancing himself a little bit to try and figure out if he actually likes you like that or not

But once he realizes he does, and he misses hearing from you all the time it’s game over.

Next time y’all play he’d causally make a joke or something about you having a boyfriend just to feel you out, see if you do or not

And the second you say you don’t well, now the two of you have a date planned for when tour is over.

Ricky

I hands down believe that you’d meet Ricky in a way to do with books. For this I’m going with an online book club

The two of you wind up replying back to each others comments a lot and seem to enjoy talking about the books so much that eventually one of you starts your own conversation in the others inbox

That leads to you having more in depth conversations about the books you are both reading and you both find out you are authors

So then you two discuss what you are writing with each other, glad to finally have a friend who understands what it’s like to wake up from a dream with a random idea, to hate what your idea turned into, etc.

Eventually it leads to more personal conversations and you realize you both live close by so you meet for coffee after months of talking online to each other

By the end of that conversation he knows that he can’t let you walk away without at least trying to get a date with you so he asks

A couple dates in he’s convinced this is it, he wants nothing more than being in a relationship with you and finally asks

Chris

Chris low key confuses me a little bit

I feel like you would meet through work somehow, that you were a makeup artist, photographer that shot them for something, an interviewer, something along those lines

And the two of you have to remain in contact to discuss your ongoing project, slowly getting to know each other as time goes on

But you’d have to deal with his stubborn and hard head, because this man is a perfectionist and if the project you are working on together isn’t going how he wants it to he’s going to be up your ass and frustrated

Like we’re talking the two of you arguing for hours because you think this idea for the photo shoot would be better than his, or that this makeup look is better than what he is wanting you to do

But in the end it comes out great and he comes out of his shell, the two of you continuing to talk long after the project is done.

I think it would take him the longest to come to terms with the fact that he likes you

Okay but I just want to know how her day is because she’s my friend

Yeah she’s beautiful but just because I think she is doesn’t mean I like her

Oh fuck, I do have a crush on her

Like he would be pissed off with himself for the fact he likes you, because he’s too busy and doesn’t have enough time to worry about someone else

Honestly I could see him debating if he should continue to talk to you or not anymore because he doesn’t want a relationship, isn’t looking for one

But you’re stubborn so when he tries to cut you off you make sure you still send him a good morning text, or whatever every single day until you finally see him in person

Which leads to a fight, him trying to say can’t you see I’m too busy for this? That I’m not interested?

And by the end of the fight he’s kissing you and that’s how the cookie crumbles

Ryan

He confuses me slightly

He’s really chill but I genuinely think he’d be impressed with someone who is an amazing artist in their own right

Whether that be you’re a fellow musician, an author, etc

So going with musician he sees you playing one night with your band that his friend drug him to go see

And you’re just fucking amazing at guitar, like you blow him away with how talented you are

His friend knows someone in your band so they introduce the two of you and you spend half the night talking about your set ups, favorite brands of guitars and strings, your pedals, etc

This leads to you exchanging numbers and discussing different things musically

He continues to go to your bands shows at the local bars/venues

One day he sees you on stage and suddenly he finds you attractive

Like fuck, has her hair always been that nice? Have her eyes always been that bright? She looks so amazing and happy up there doing it, I love that

And eventually the messages about your music turns into more

And one day he accidentally texts you instead of his friend saying how he’s debating asking you out

And you of course message him back asking him to just ask you so that you can say yes already 😅

Justin

I feel like he’d be one that would 100% run into you at a bar and be like fuck, who’s that?

Admires you all night from afar, maybe buy you a drink

And when the bartender points out who bought your next drink you make your way over

Just to say thanks, not intending to hit on him or anything

And that’s all it is, you say thanks, you talk for a little bit and get along and then your friends want to move on to the next bar so you do, not exchanging numbers

He wishes you both did because the two of you hit it off pretty well in his opinion

A week or two later you are out with friends again and he’s at a bar you are at, and is like fuck this, I’m going to go talk to her

You both wind up talking for hours, long after both of your friends left, giving up on getting you to go with them and same for him.

Next thing you know the two of you are at a late night diner having dinner together and still enjoying your company, finally exchanging numbers before you leave

You wind up asking him out before he asks you, deciding you liked him and it was worth just being forward.

It doesn’t take long before he asks you to be his girlfriend though, you beat him to asking him on a date but he’s determined he’s going to beat you to defining the relationship

[only-the-moon-will-tell]

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

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

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

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

[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 13 of ?

Hi guys!

I know it's been a long time and I'm sorry for that. :( Hope you'll like this part. <3

Warnings: none.

Tags: @multifandomcrackhead, @nicelittlenightmares, @roll-tide-babe89, @skulliecadaver-blog, @21-century-tae, @melissa-anderson, @abiomens, @w743, @insanitywulf, @awkwardalex, @philomenie, @kaite1996, @coc41nn, @xxsparklezzzxx, @shilohrosechicken

Requests: OPEN.

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Ricky’s point of view

We had to stay for 4 more hours to work on the song. It was still not done, but we made some changes to it. In the meantime, Lexus told Chris that she was not feeling well and she would go home. Of course, it was a lie, and he knew it had something to do with me. But surprisingly, he did not say anything to me.

While I was driving home, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. There must be something I can do to make her trust me again. At the same time, I hated myself for being another burden on her mind, next to her ex-husband. He did her so wrong, and I hoped I would never see him again because I knew I would regret later what I would do to him.

Suddenly, I took the right exit instead of the left one. My brain made me choose the road to her home instead of mine. I decided that it may be a sign, something I need to do right now, or I’ll never get another chance. 6 years have already passed and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I parked my car and went to the door. For a couple of minutes, I contemplated if I should do it or if it was better to leave. Again, my unconscious moved my hand and knocked on the door. After a couple more minutes, which felt like hours, Lexus was in front of me.

“Ricky, what are you doing here? I thought I made myself very clear when I told you to leave me alone.”

“I know, and I’m sorry for that. But I really can’t get you out of my head and my heart. The only thing I am asking is for one more chance to make things clear. After I will explain everything, if you don’t want to have anything to do with me, I promise I will step back.”

She looked at me dead in the eyes and a tired sigh left her lips. Still thinking that it may be wrong, she moved a little so she could let me enter.

“We can talk in the living room, my daughter is with her father. Start explaining.”

“I don’t know how many times I can say it, but I’m really sorry for everything. From the moment we met, I only brought sadness into your life. Now I’m sure, more than ever, that the only thing I want in this life is you.”

“This is not easy at all, Ricky. You can’t expect me to forgive you just like that, jump into your arms, and pretend nothing ever happened.”

“Of course, I know that. But we can take things slowly. Then you’ll see I’m not the man I used to be. You can trust me.”

“How slow do you think would be best?”

“Well, I can assure you, nothing intimate would happen. Not even holding hands if you don’t feel comfortable doing it. We can be friends first. Having dinners together, watching a movie or just talking when we need to get something out of our chest.”

“What if it will make things worse?”

“It can never happen. We can try and when we feel things are going in the wrong direction we can stop. But at least we will know that we tried.”

Lexus stood up from the couch and walked around the room. While she was thinking of an answer, I was feeling like I could faint at any moment. There she was, the woman of my life, deciding our future.

“I guess we can try.”

All I wanted at that moment was to take her in my arms and kiss her with all the passion I had in me. But remembering what we agreed on, I just smiled, knowing this was a win as well. Now I had the opportunity to show her how much she means to me.

After 6 months

Lexus’s point of view

Motionless In White released their album “Scoring the End of the World” and it was a huge success. Their fans loved it so much, the songs did so great on the charts, and I couldn’t be any much happier for them. Now they had to prepare for the world tour, which will start in about 2 months.

At the same time, Ricky and I got to be the most talked about topic. A lot of pictures were released with us from what we thought was going to be a private moment. The speculations started right away, all of them saying that we got back together, which was not the case. There were some not-so-nice ones as well when people would say that I divorced Corey just to be with Ricky, not thinking of my daughter’s feelings. After a few of those, I stopped reading the news when they popped on my phone.

Apart from these things, I was having a really great time with Ricky. We started to get to know each other for a second time, discovering how much we changed through the years. He kept his promise and never tried anything without my consent and after 6 months of being friends, we only got to hold hands. I appreciated how he never complained about it and forced me to do something I would not want.

Even though there was not much happening romantically between us, I took him home to meet my daughter. Corey was not happy about it, especially thinking that Ricky could become one day her stepfather. Regardless of that, my daughter liked him from the beginning. She would show him all of her favourite toys and make him play with her, which was the sweetest thing I ever saw. I knew that in my final decision, I had to include her as well, and I was glad to see how well they got along.

Tonight we decided to have dinner at my place. While we were preparing the food, Blaire was upstairs in her room. The tour will start in 2 months and I knew I wanted to make things straight before he would be gone for 7 months. I knew I would never have this good of an opportunity any time soon, and I wanted to get it out of my chest.

[ciginatree]

She keeps me up by Nickleback is such a banger. I can't stop picturing if the members of MIW caught their s/o dancing in their underwear in the kitchen

I literally can't not dance when this song comes on

Chris: Chris would laugh and join in with you without hesitation. He'd grab your hands and start dancing with you much like Harry and Hermione in the tent scene in the movie. He doesn't dance well, but his enthusiasm makes up for that. He dances like a dad trying to embarrass his kids, and you love him for it.

Ryan: Ryan would watch for a minute, smiling to himself, and then ambush you. He thinks about just staying and watching you cause you're fucking adorable, but he decides to emerge from his hiding spot. He picks you up and twirls you around, singing the lyrics. Or gibberish because chances are, he doesn't know over half the lyrics.

Justin: Justin wouldn't even wait and watch he would do some sort of walking dance jig thing over to you while making over the top gestures to the lyrics of the song. Then he would throw you over his shoulder and continue dancing like he isn't scaring you half to death by the thought of being dropped. He also takes over the playlist and continues dancing with or without you.

Ricky: I don't think Ricky would join you unless he really knows and loves the song. You'd catch him watching you (and maybe filming you on his phone) and you would do the lasso-pulling-your-partner-in-dance move and he'd hold back a smile. Eventually, he'd start awkwardly dancing and singing the lyrics with you before getting more into it.

Vinny: Vinny would hear the music half way across the house and start singing loudly (which you could hear halfway across the house) before he bursts into the kitchen. He then gets on his knees and grabs your hands, doesn't matter what song it is, and starts dramatically singing to you. He can't dance to save his life and he knows it, but good god that doesn't stop him from whipping out the worst dance moves you've ever seen.

Tags: @abiomens @rumoured-whispers @exitwoundsx @shilohrosechicken

[fandombandomfics]

Motionless in White One Shots/Preferences

Collection of Motionless in White One shots/preferences. Still on going and has 18 chapters so far!

Ao3

[vanishxcanvas]

Masterlist

Here's an updated version of this, enjoy. These are also available on wattpad & AO3, same handle as here.

Headcanons

The Guys In Groupchats (Bad Omens)

How The Guys Would React (Bad Omens) - Possible Series

How You Met Them (Motionless In White)

Series

No More Lies - Noah Sebastian x Reader

Enigmatic - Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Bad Omens

No Fucks Given - Fluff

Video Games - Fluff

Noah Sebastian

Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson

Nicholas Ruffilo

Nick Folio

Motionless In White

Unhinged - Fluff

Chris Motionless

Justin Morrow

Ryan Sitkowski

Ricky Olson

Vinny Mauro

Jesse Cash

Honest - Fluff

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion

Accidents Happen - Fluff, light angst

Gale

Tell Me - Work In Progress

Zevlor

Just You - Work In Progress

Other Stories

The Punishment - Angst

"Lucky Charms Grow" - Angst

[cerisemorte]

“Break The Cycle” - Chris Motionless/Cerulli (smut)

This is my first fan fiction ever! I made a Chris Motionless x Reader that I was thinking of making into chapters but starting as a bit of a one shot smut. It’s a little sappy, but I like it. Enjoy! <3

P.S, sorry if the formatting is wonky. Thank you mobile tumblr.

Chris has always been sweet natured, despite what you may see in music videos that tout a unforgiving, relentless man. He has his flaws, regrets and quirks, but that doesn’t mean he won’t use them to wiggle his way into new situations. For example, he can’t hold a relationship but it doesn’t stop him from seducing you like lovers would; sending charming texts just as you’ve gone too far in your own mind in the dead of night, beckoning you to join him in his lonely apartment so you two could spend the solitude together - which inevitably leads to so much more. Chris has always seen your personality akin to his, caring, nurturing, and at times hopelessly throwing yourself in the way of love. You begin as friends and he confides in you regularly, coming to you about his private thoughts, pursuing you as a friend, or even matters of his music. On the topic of regrets, he recently came to you for advice about his song “Masterpiece.” He was explaining that he couldn’t afford to be in another relationship, the hardships were too much for him to bear and he felt overly infatuated when it comes to partners, so much so that it ruins the relationship from the core. He found himself to be overbearing and it riddled him with grief, so he swears off relationships like the plague - save for the things you do in private. It isn’t love, it’s simply friends with benefits. “No strings attached,” as he put it. Yet, you can’t help feel differently. Those previously mentioned moments where he would send sweet texts lead you on, filling you with a twinge of hope that he would see things on a different level. Now you are the one who finds yourself infatuated and regretful; starting a FWB that only leaves you wanting more emotionally. You’re aware that he can’t carry having a significant other, but the way he touches you, talks to you more than a friend would, has you feeling his experience. “Maybe if I just… steady him,” you think to yourself, “slow him down. We don’t have to rush into things, if that’s his problem.” Your fingertips stutter against his as you’re watching the dark ceiling, no light filtering through to make anything out of the popcorn paint. He rests peacefully next to you and your ruminating mind. One of his check up proposals worked yet again and you’re lying next to him after making your way over. His breathing is soft while he’s facing you, his icy blonde hair still prominent with little to no light in the small room, breaths landing on your arm as he moves in more towards you in his sleep. Your hand is still on top of his, you can feel every rough patch on his upper palm from holding many taped microphones during shows, running circles gently over the rugged pieces. It only hurts more to share such little moments knowing it’ll go nowhere in the end. Any lovely scenario you can muster will never manifest itself truly despite your love for him, the ball has been in Chris’ court - or could be, if you were honest of your feelings. You say it silently by feeling his skin in the dark in times like these, or when he’s making love to you when you’re over. Yet, never verbally.

You roll onto your side where your back now faces him, and the blinds are angled to luminate the floor with slats of street light from the story high window. Eyes darting aimlessly in your own melancholy, you trace the wrinkles on the sheet beneath you. Shifting erupts from behind you, and the pressure of his palm makes a divot in the mattress, propping himself up. Chris stays still for a moment before cautiously, slowly, reaching out to your hair and running his fingers through it. He lowers himself to stay up on his elbow and continues to rake his slender fingers through your soft tresses. You revel in the quiet, intimate moment. This is exactly what keeps you holding on to his finger; the gentle instances where you know Chris has the capability of loving, and loving properly. So what holds him back from pursuing anything? Especially something with you? You let out a soft sigh. He pauses again, fingers remain motionless in your hair. “You’re awake,” he says with a breathy chuckle. You roll over on your side to be met with his shirtless frame, his pale skin retracts from your hair. You offer a muted smile in response. He retires from his position and puts an arm underneath you, drawing you closer. ‘This is so perfect it’s almost painful,’ you admit to yourself. “What are you doing up? Something on your mind?” he asks. Your mind sounds like alarms, desperately wanting to bellow, ‘yes! I’m in love with you and the moment! I want this forever!’ “No, not really,” you exhale, shaking your head, the sound of linen pillows scratch in your ear. “Hmm,” he sounds, situating his hips and rubs his large palm in a pattern over your exposed stomach, inching upwards by the second. His eyes are fixated on your torso before flickering up to meet your gaze, now intrigued and soft. His dark eyes have a sparkle that is almost like a smile in itself. Chris leans forward, his jaw brushing against yours and mouth closer to your ear, “are you sure?”

You wouldn’t crack, there hasn’t been enough prodding for you to say what’s truly on your mind. You sound an ‘mm-hm’ in an objection to his question. Although, the way he’s been behaving since waking up has you feeling butterflies blossoming in your stomach. He may be experienced with love, but also very much so in intimacy. His wandering palm cups under your breast, rubbing and gently squeezing. The feeling illicit’s a soft whine in surprise, causing him to smile in the crook of your neck. Chris continues to massage your breast under your pajama top, warm hand engulfing your supple skin. He uses his index and thumb finger to gently play with your nipple. You cross your thighs together, squeezing slightly in return to the sensation heating up in your groin. His smile lessens to kiss in the bare part of your neck, subsequently the sweet spot you enjoy. His pale, velvet skin on your breast switches between playing your nipples and massaging your boobs. You move closer into his body, wrapping your arm around him, fingernails scratching the surface of his back lightly enough to leave trails of white. “Such a sweet girl,” his raspy voice purrs below your ear, continuing to kiss and graze his teeth on your neck. Stopping his pattern on your breasts he pulls your leg up to rest over his hip, giving much more access to other parts of your body. You have only been wearing an oversized top, forgoing your panties for the night, which is very convenient for Chris. His actions have been pulling whimpers and whines from you that have only been the start. His middle and next finger run across your exposed lips, wet and sensitive to his touch and the cold air that rushes in. Your mouth is ajar, gasping to his actions.

Chris is reveling in your reactions and the way you look next to him; lying in anticipation of his touch, focused on his fingers teasing where you want it most. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to keep up at least the sexual aspects of what you both share, it does offer some closeness, and he’s the only person who knows your body better than you do. No amount of toys or playing alone to the thought of him can compare to the real thing. “Is this is what you’ve been wanting?” He asks. You bite your lip, moaning softly as he adds some pressure to running his fingers but not entering inside you and brushes against your sensitive clit.“Use your mouth before I fuck it,” he asserts and lowers his gaze to you. You throw your head back, “fuck, please?” “Use your words, ‘please’ what? Please finger you?” He pries, pushing his two fingers slightly into your needy hole. You wriggle your hips almost in protest for him to just put them in already. You bite down harder on your lip. “Please, Chris? Come on, please,” you gasp. He pushes his fingers in and you rest your leg over his hip more, no room left to move in closer especially with his arm under your body. Pumping his fingers in and out you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. He rubs that perfect spot that makes your senses go wild, your mind jumbled with thoughts of being fucked any way possible by him. Profanities slip from your mouth as he enters a blissful pace and rhythm inside you. “More, more - yes - oh, more fingers please.” He pushes in another to amount to three fingers, the feeling stretching you wonderfully. “Oh my god,” you drag out in a moan. A bit of a throaty growl spouts from his throat. His thumb pad begins to rub in circles on your delicate clit. “That’s it, atta’ girl, taking my fingers so good.” You dig your nails into his back. Your foreheads press together in a moment before he dips in to kiss you, deepening it by the second before it turns into using tongue. You break apart slightly to moan before he catches you again, slightly picking up his pace. The only thing you both can hear is the sounds of your lips, the wetness of your folds, and your needy breaths. “Had enough yet?” You gulp, tightening around his busy fingers. “No, sir.” “That’s fucking right,” he groans, pulling his hand from you. You gasp in opposition, immediately missing the full feeling. It’s short lived when Chris rebuilds your resting position to being flipped over on your stomach, your face angled sideways on the pillow instead of being buried face-first. He brings your hips up some to where his hips meets the curve of your ass. He’s hard through his underwear and you can feel the ridges of his cock through the smooth fabric. His muscular arms are on either side nearest to the round of your shoulders. He dips his head to kiss on your bare back from where your top had slid towards the base of your neck and exposing your breasts. He trails them down before using his right hand to play with your breasts under your lifted body. “Look at you underneath me, perfect position to be fucked and used.” Every word he says, every touch, lights a fire in the core of your stomach. You can’t focus on every bouncing thought that makes way through your head, your senses are nearly overloaded. You can only feel the incessant want in your tight pussy, the primal urge to be filled is overwhelming. At the end of his sentence he lays a few slaps on your full ass.

You feel his weight leave the bed for a moment to strip himself of the remaining clothing before returning. The street lights have funneled in at the advancement of the moonlight, leaving a little more sight to see his completely tattooed arms return around you to take off your top. Although the way he plays with you is rough and filthy, sometimes the small things feel like little lovely reminders that you’re still safe and regarded. Within the swift motion of discarding your shirt he reaches to his cock, rubbing the head along your pussy.

“Fuck, please sir, please put it in.” You beg at his mercy. Chris delights himself in your pathetic cries to be ruined. To him you’re adorable when you’re vulnerable and at his whim, every aspect of your pleasure and satisfaction is up to him. Never has he left you empty handed. Smiling with perfect rows of crystal-esque teeth, he situates himself close to you, bodies pressing together again as he sinks in. You grip the sheets and pillowcases, burying your face in the plush mounds. A loud moan escapes your lips, his sound matching yours in different pitch.

“Such a little slut,” he thrusts into your soaking, pink, wet pussy, quickly picking up the pace. Chris clasps a hand in your hair and uses his other to hold on to the silk fabric. “Taking me so good. I love fucking your pretty body, all fucking mine, too. I can’t resist fucking my sweet girl.”

“Oh, god, Chris!”

He gives a guttural moan to your whines. He dips his forehead in between your shoulder blades, hand still situated in your hair. His hips are slamming into yours, every ridge and vein of his cock gliding over your own velvet ridges and that aching spot. Chris finds a new resting place for his large palm around your throat instead of your hair. He squeezes enough not to hurt but enough for you to feel the pressure.

“Come on, bunny, fuck- such a good girl,” his blonde hair is scattered over your shoulder blade. Your bodies are moving in sync with one another’s, shaking the once still mattress and causing your breasts to bounce in time with his thrusts. His cock twitches inside you, only adding an enormous amount of pressure to your g-spot and the hot feeling in your abdomen.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks, I can’t focus on anything but you,” Chris confesses, giving quick kisses to your spine and neck, “I’ve been wanting to dominate your precious body for so long - fuck. Nobody can fuck you like I can, isn’t that right? Your body was fucking made for me!”

Chris admitting such a thing makes your own sounds louder. Even though it’s lustful you still hold it close that he’s been thinking about you and longing for you in some kind of way. You only wish that you could take it as he wants you permanently, but that would be tangling yourself in the strings he said aren’t attached. You love the satisfaction he brings to you, the way he knows your body in and out, can make you feel better in so many aspects. You feel as though he knows what to say, sexually or not, so how could he feel like there are so many regretful things he’s said to others? In your eyes he’s almost like a perfect figure. You’re slowly brought back to the moment at hand when he’s rubbing your clit, arm wrapped around your hip. “I can’t take it anymore, Chris.”

You’re very close at this point, your sensations are sent into overdrive.

“You have to ask for fucking permission,” he delivers a sharp spank to your ass, abandoning your clit. “And I better hear ‘thank you.’” He has rules; you have to ask for permission to cum, tell him when, and if you’re spanked you have to say “thank you, sir” each time. His timed thrusts haven’t ceased and he’s increasing the hot, searing red marks on your supple ass. To acknowledge his rules, you utter meek thank you’s for each one. Once he feels like you’ve deserved enough, he returns his skilled fingers to your clit and the feeling slowly boils over.

“Please! Please let me cum, sir. Fuck, you feel so good inside me. I’m so close, so fucking close.”

Chris slightly presses down on your clit, sending you over the edge. Your thighs tremble, incessant moans pouring from your mouth, breathing rapidly under him.

“That’s my girl, you’re doing such a good job cumming for me.”

He doesn’t remove his fingers from your aching bundle of nerves, only quickening his motions a bit more and you know he’s close too. Your overstimulated body shakes and you can feel your own sheen of wetness coating your thighs as he’s fucking into you. His moans quickening, leaving more of his body weight on yours and using the free hand that was holding him up to grab your tits. All of this is sending you into another orgasm that’ll meet his.

“Fuck, I love you, that’s my girl, that’s my fucking baby girl,” he growls as you both release, both of your loud moans raking the room. After finishing he slowly slips from you, all the while pulling your body to his as he lays on his back and sits you half on his tall figure, cheek pressed to his chest. You’re both breathing deeply.

Chris fixates his gaze on the ceiling after realizing what he had said in your climax. It’s almost as if he’s paralyzed in fear and he knows it didn’t go unnoticed. A part of you feels hopeless afterwards. Did he mean it? Or was it just a spur in the moment, something you say just because someone would like to hear it? Did he even know you had feelings for him like that? So many burdening questions race through your already full mind. You look everywhere in the room from your place, wishing you could just be swallowed whole to never appear again, not in this life time. He hasn’t spoken up since saying that, but puts his arm around you and traces little shapes on your back.

“Now there’s something you’re thinking about.” He speaks softly.

Before you can answer or even register what Chris had said, he’s speaking again.

“I know -.. I know what I said,” there’s an audible swallow, he stops tracing and pushes your jaw up with his fingers, eyes darting with yours before leaning in to kiss you.

“Maybe,” he almost whispers, “maybe I can break the cycle with you.”

[windhamsrotunda]

Chris Motionless fanfic / headcannon, anyone?

Does anybody want to read a Chris Motionless fanfic / headcannon from this blog or on my Wattpad?? Thinking about updating my Wattpad plus blog. :)

[release-the-mccracken]

It's Cuffing Season

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Justin Morrow

Summary: The thing about Vinny was that he’d never really thought about his height until he met Justin Morrow. He’d always been aware he was shorter than most other guys, sure. When it came to his band, he was even shorter. But when Justin had stumbled into his life, he was very aware of their size difference. Normally, he’d be a bit embarrassed when another man towered over him, but it was nothing short of exciting when it was Justin.

Warnings: Size difference, size kink, top Justin, bottom Vinny, foreplay, porn without plot, porn with feelings, anal fingering, anal sex, unsafe sex, rough sex, creampie, belly bulge.

Words: 2,106

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The thing about Vinny was that he’d never really thought about his height until he met Justin Morrow. He’d always been aware he was shorter than most other guys, sure. When it came to his band, he was even shorter. But when Justin had stumbled into his life, he was very aware of their size difference. Normally, he’d be a bit embarrassed when another man towered over him, but it was nothing short of exciting when it was Justin.

They’d very quickly gotten close and began messing around. And it was exhilarating in a way Vinny hadn’t experienced since he was a teenager, everything feeling new and interesting.  And in a way, it was extremely new for him. He’d never dated someone who was so much bigger than him. But along with this, he was also certain he’d never dated someone as gentle as Justin was with him. It was sweet and frustrating all at once.

There was a time for Justin to be tender with him and he appreciated the softness, but there were also times when he just wanted to be thrown around and treated as roughly as Justin could manage. It had been a nonstop fight to get Justin to realize it was okay and that he wouldn’t accidentally hurt Vinny. Eventually, like many things in life, Vinny managed to get his way. Before, they’d never gone all the way. Most days, they’d simply make out in Justin’s bed and rut against each other like desperate teenagers.

On a few occasions, Vinny even convinced Justin to get his cock out. His hand looked tiny as he tried to wrap all the way around it, doing his best to get the older man off. He’d do it differently every time.Sometimes, he would be slow and steady, carefully working over every inch. And other times, he’d jerk Justin off fast and tight. The wet pressure around Justin’s cock was almost overwhelming as Vinny focused on rubbing the head, trying to get Justin to lose control. Vinny’s favorite had been when Justin just used his hand like a fleshlight.

Vinny had been stroking him, not quite slow and not exactly fast. But Justin had reached out to take a hold of Vinny’s wrist, stopping his movements. The size difference was emphasized so much, Justin’s hand wrapping around Vinny’s wrist and making him feel fragile. It’d be so easy for Justin to apply just a bit of pressure and snap his wrist as though it was nothing. Justin would never hurt him like that, but Vinny shivered at the knowledge he could. There would be nothing Vinny could do to stop Justin from doing whatever he wanted. Justin rolled his hips leisurely into Vinny’s tight fist, simply using it like a hole to empty his balls in.  

It would be weeks after that before Vinny could convince Justin to actually fuck him. Weeks of begging and reassuring Justin that everything would be fine, that he wanted him, that he could handle it, that he wouldn’t hurt him by mistake. But it finally happened. Justin talked him through the entire thing, promising Vinny would be in control, but he finally agreed to sleeping with him. Being in control wasn’t exactly what Vinny wanted, but at that point, he’d agree to anything if he meant he got to have actual sex with Justin. 

Justin had been gentle with him the entire time. Taking what seemed like hours to kiss along every inch of Vinny’s skin, his hands stroking whatever his mouth wasn’t focused on. Vinny lost track of how long he spent on his back on Justin’s bed, spread out as his skin was worshiped. He didn’t mind it, not really. Justin’s fingers had finally begun pressing inside of him, one at a time, thick and rough. His hands and fingers were wide in the same way every other part of Justin was. And they had Vinny squirming on the sheets, despite the fact Justin had started with one and moved slowly. It was overwhelming in the best way. 

Vinny had never felt so full while just being fingered before and having Justin stretching him open was so unlike any toy he’d used. He was warm and real, and kept looking at Vinny like he was the only thing that mattered. It seemed to take forever before Justin was ready for them to move on, insisting he open Vinny up for what felt like hours. Vinny loved it about him. He loved that he was so sweet and didn’t want to hurt anyone, but at the same time, he felt ready to kill Justin if he didn’t hurry up. Finally, he found himself straddling the bigger man and sinking down his cock, the position allowing him to have complete control. 

  “Oh, holy fuck. How are you so thick?” Vinny whispered breathlessly as he continued pressing down against Justin’s length. It seemed to be never ending and every time Vinny thought he was done, he’d slide down another inch. But it didn’t hurt, not really. There was just a lot to take and by the time Justin was bottoming out, Vinny felt almost painfully full. When he opened his eyes and looked down, it wasn’t difficult to figure out why. His lower stomach visibly bulged out from where Justin’s cock filled him. “Fuck, baby. Look at you,” He laughed out quietly, urging Justin to follow his eyes to see what he was looking at. 

“Shit,” Justin breathed, trying his best to not thrust into Vinny like he wanted to. The sight was almost overwhelming. One of his hands moved away from Vinny’s waist, carefully brushing his fingers over the bulge. “You’re so pretty,” He tore his eyes away from the man’s stomach to look at his face instead, smiling back at him softly. His hips rocked up carefully, just barely pressing deeper and Vinny swore he’d never been harder in his entire life. Justin’s fingers pressed harder against the bulge, feeling himself move once Vinny started moving slowly. The taller man let out a string of quiet swear words as Vinny began riding him. 

“You’re pretty too. You’re doing so fucking good for me,” Vinny told him, stroking his hand through Justin’s hair. He knew Justin was a little out of his comfort zone by doing this, so he knew it was important to praise and encourage him. Vinny knew he should’ve waited a bit longer before moving, but he was impatient and he liked the burn from it. He groaned quietly as he rolled his hips down against him, the feeling so different from anything he’d ever felt before. He’d never had a partner who was as big or as thick as Justin was. “Come on, baby. Please. Really fuck me,” Vinny whined out as he rolled harder. He wasn’t sure if it was the heat of the moment, but those words seemed to make something snap inside of Justin. 

The hand still on Vinny’s waist moved to wrap around him instead, holding him up as Justin changed their positions. Vinny wanted to whine as Justin was able to simply manhandle him like that. He knew he was grinning like an idiot when Justin pressed him down onto his back on the mattress, pushing his legs up close to his chest. When Justin pushed deep inside and settled there, Vinny felt like crying from how pleasurable and overwhelming it was. He miraculously felt even bigger and deeper than he had before. Vinny let out a strangled noise that would’ve worried Justin if it wasn’t so clearly stemming from pleasure. 

Justin’s hand settled over where he was bulging inside of Vinny’s stomach, curling around his own length as much as he could. He began thrusting, not bothering to be gentle now that he knew Vinny could handle it. His hips snapped fast and hard, his cock moving beneath his hand every time he’d pull out and force himself back in. The feeling was almost overstimulating and it was nothing like he’d ever felt before. It was like jerking himself off, but a thousand times better because he was fucking into someone at the same time. 

Vinny’s hands clung to the sheets as Justin finally let go, fucking him more roughly than he’d dared to before. This was everything he wanted. He wanted Justin to stop being gentle and worried about him; he wanted to just be used like a toy. The feeling of being used like this was overwhelming and it only made it worse when Vinny’s cock began hitting the hand over his stomach with every thrust. Justin’s hands were big and warm, and a perfect surface to rub against. The friction didn’t feel like it was going to be enough, but Justin didn’t seem to care. He doesn’t care about making his fleshlight come, Vinny’s mind supplied. 

“Fuck! Keep doing that,” Vinny murmured, making sure he added the second part on. The last thing he wanted was Justin confusing his noises for those of pain and stopping; he was pretty sure he’d die if they got this far and then stopped. Luckily, Justin smiled and doubled down in his movements. It was clear he had no intention to slow down or stop until they were both finished. “Justin, baby. I’m gonna come and I want you to keep going once I do. Don’t stop until you come inside me,” Vinny was surprised he managed to get his words out, albeit they were shaky and he struggled to get his thoughts out.

“Jesus Christ,” Justin groaned low in his throat, feeling like he could come at those words alone. He nodded his head in agreement, who was he to say no to such a nice idea? He was about to move his hand off Vinny’s stomach to wrap around his cock instead, but Vinny beat him to it. He didn’t even bother wrapping his fingers around himself, he just placed his palm over top of his cock. Justin was confused for a moment before it hit him all at once. Vinny was planning to get off on the friction between his own hand and the top of Justin’s as it laid on his stomach. “Fuck, baby. I love you,” He panted out, leaning to kiss Vinny for a long moment before he focused back in on what he had been doing. 

Justin knew the friction was going to be questionable at best, but Vinny seemed sure that this was what he wanted. He didn’t say anything and just began thrusting again. Vinny knew it wasn’t going to take much longer before he got off, Justin felt just as amazing as he knew he would and pleasure rolled slowly through each nerve. He wanted this all the time. Hopefully, Justin realized Vinny wouldn’t break and would start doing this way more often. Vinny’s eyes closed as he let himself get lost in the pleasure, enjoying the feeling of being fucked and rolling his hips into his hand. It wasn’t until Justin readjusted his hold and really began fucking him that he got off, crying out and finishing in long stripes over his belly. 

“Keep going,” Vinny managed to choke out when he felt Justin trying to slow down. For just a moment, he seemed to consider stopping anyway, but he ultimately decided against it. He simply tilted his hips so he wouldn’t be hitting his prostate head-on anymore and kept going. The little control he’d held onto slipped away fast as he focused on getting off, wanting to finish before he started overstimulating Vinny. The noises the other man was making under him was definitely helping him get there, clinging to every cry and moan. He’d never heard him whining like that before and it set something off inside of him. This was so far from how he usually was in bed and Vinny was loving every moment of it. 

“Fuck,” Justin finally breathed out, getting quieter when he came. His hips rocked through it, only coming to a stop once he was done. It was intense and he felt his body trembling a bit from exertion. His heart was about to beat out of his chest as he finally let his body relax. When he had, he felt legs wrap around him to keep him close. He smiled at that and settled down closer to Vinny, pressing a small kiss to his temple. “I’m not going anywhere,” He promised him and he meant it. He’d never been the type to sleep with someone and then just leave, and this newfound side of him wasn’t going to change that.

[beaker1636]

Hello everyone! I’m Bree and this is my little corner of the internet! I write for Motionless In White primarily but also Bad Omens and Black Veil Brides! I am open to smut, fluff and angst! I try to post requests and updates as quick as I can but it sometimes takes awhile because I am a full time teacher and a mom! If you have any questions just ask :) even if it’s just because you want to ask me a random one like a favorite color or something, I love getting asked things and talking to all of you! My master list is in this post below, hope you all enjoy!

Side note, I created a tag “#bree sucks at fanfiction” as a joke but now it’s the easiest way to find and search for all my fics because I always tag everything that 🤣

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Thank you @ladyveronikawrites for helping me make my masterlist pretty and creating the Motionless In White and Bad Omens headings for me 🥰

Key:

Smut: 🔥

Fluff: 💕

Angst: 💧

Chris

Halloween Surprise 💕

Christmas Miracle 💕

Christmas Miracle pt. 2 💕

Fight and Make Up 🔥

Fireworks 🔥

Mic Stand 🔥

Busted 🔥

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

Donors Wanted Masterlist 💧🔥💕

Vinny

First Date 💕

First Kiss 💕

Roomate 💕

Lying To My Family 💕

First Christmas 💕

Bad Day 💕

There For You 💕💧

Christmas Lights 💕

A New Year's Kiss 💕

Caught 💕

Streaming 🔥

Streaming Pt. 2 🔥

Streaming Pt. 3 🔥

Finally Home 🔥

Masquerade 🔥

Stress Relief 🔥

Playful Kiss (Smut and Fluff) Proposal 🔥💕

Baby It's Cold Outside College AU 🔥

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

Ricky

Drunken Kisses 💕

Love At First Meeting Pt. 1 💕

Love At First Meeting Pt. 2 💕

The Scavenger Hunt (Multi Part) 💕

Coming Home 💧

I'll Be Home For Christmas 💧

A Love Reunited 🔥

Rainy Day 🔥

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

Ryan

Engagement 💕

Snowball Fight 💕

Single Lyrics (Multiple Parts) 💕💧

Car accident 💧

Let's Get Deep ft. Justin 🔥

Justin

Tour Confessions 💕

Baby's First Christmas 💕

Good Girls Get Presents 🔥

Whole Band

The Alphabet Game 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Headcanons/ Preferences

Meeting Their Family For The First Time

How You Met/ Realizing They Liked You

How They’d Comfort You After A Loss

How You Met

Noah

Unexpected Visitor 💕

Accidents Happen 🔥

Tied Up 🔥

Stress Relief 🔥

Sweet Dreams 🔥

Nicholas

Permanent Mark 🔥

Nick

Jolly

Headcannons/ Preferences

How You Met

[shhh-no-ones-home]

open skies miw x reader

+++++++++ Waterpark day turned stormy weather

(temp is 110 Fahrenheit,  43.3 Celsius)

Song: no better by lorde

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @alilpunkrock @theoneandonlykymberlee @cynic-spirit @lifeisabitchandsoareyou +++++++++

As much as I hated to admit it I was kind of glad to be back, deep, in the Midwest for a day or two. It happened to be the hottest day of summer and we also just happened to be going to a water park for the day. I was beyond excited. I hadn't been to a water park since moving to wilkes barre and that was years ago. When the bus pulled into the parking lot I was practically running to get inside the park, swim suit and towel in hand. The guys just didn't understand. As soon as I hit the ground outside the bus I was already sweaty, I could tell they all were too. but it was almost worth it.

"Come on guys, don't look so disappointed."

I joked, Vinny raising his hand to cover his eyes from the sun.

"I get you're excited but Did we have to do this on a 110° day though?"

I shook my head at him, walking backwards through the parking lot.

"Just wait, as soon as we get in and changed we'll be cool in no time."

Ricky smiled at me.

"Let's hope you're right."

I nodded.

"That's the spirit!"

When we got to the gate we each got a ticket and walked through the turnstiles. The locker rooms were right inside and I turned to look at them all as they followed me in.

"Wanna get changed and meet here or are we doing this separately today?"

I asked, looking between them all. A few shrugged.

"Whatever works, I'm sure we all probably wanna do different things. As long as we are back here by five to go we'll be good."

I nodded.

"Got it, well then I guess I'll see some of you around. I'm gonna go change. If anyone wants to mat-race meet me here after you've got your suit on."

I said with a wink.

"You're on."

Justin said, Chris nodding in agreement.

"Oh yeah, I'd like to get in on that action. Both of you are going down."

he said a little cocky. A few of the other guys just shook their heads and walked into the locker room. I did the same on the other side of the building, getting changed and rinsed quickly so I could get this day started. When I walked back out, towel in hand I frowned.

"Why the long face?"

Ryan asked, coming up beside me, making me jump.

"Jesus ry, kill a girl why don't'cha."

He laughed at me, leaning against the concrete wall behind us.

"Just making life a little more interesting."

I sent him a look before looking to the sky. A breeze was starting to pick up and I was a little concerned. When Chris came out he noticed something wrong immediately, looking to the sky too. He nudged me

"Hey y/n, how's the weather?"

He asked, looking to me to see if that's what was wrong. I sent him a smirk.

"Aren't we supposed to ask you that? You're the tall one after all."

He sent me a look as Justin came out to join us. I watched as he tossed his beach towel over his shoulders.

"You know what I meant. You always say you know when it's gonna rain."

I looked back to the sky, and inhaled deeply.

"yes, yes I can."

He looked at me expectantly.

"Was it supposed to rain today?"

A few of the others shrugged, so did I.

"I don't think so but I Give it two hours."

I said looking around at the team. They all nodded.

"Let's get to it then."

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Damn I hated being right. I mean, don't get me wrong, it had its perks but still. I wish this one time I would've been wrong. No sooner than we had entered the lazy river the sky just opened up. It had begun pouring down rain with little to no remorse. It would've been fine had there not been lightning. Damn the lightning. All the lifeguards were rushing people out of the water, Chris taking my hand so he wouldn't lose me in the crowd and pulling me to the side walk. When we were under the canopy of the food shack he started to laugh. I looked at him like he was crazy.

"What's so funny?"

I asked and he shook his head.

"How often do we get a day off and it actually go as planned?"

I couldn't help laughing at the revelation too. He was right though.

"I wish it were more often than it is."

I confirmed with him and he nodded.

"You and me both."

I shook my head.

"Do you think we should find the rest of the guys?"

I asked and he shrugged.

"It's not even three yet, do you think they'd be ready to leave already?"

I frowned and thought for a second.

"I'm honestly not sure."

He looked up for a second and I followed his gaze. Across the concrete slab was Ryan and aj standing under a beach umbrella, laughing with each other. Well I guess that sort of answered that question.

"they look like theyre gonna wait it out."

i said, laughing a little to myself, chris' gaze following my own.

"i guess youre right."

i looked up to him and drew my brows as i saw him look around, then he turned and left me.

"chris?"

i asked, following him to the food counter.

"would any of you happen to know how long this is supposed to last?"

he asked and the girl working the counter shrugged, looking to the other girl behind her.

"weatherman says it could get worse, it is tornado season after all. there isnt an official watch yet but that could change."

he nodded slowly.

"thanks."

he said, tapping the counter and turning to me with a wide smile across his face.

"dont give me that look."

i said. i knew exactly what he was thinking.

"oh come on, we could get everyone on the bus and go to the movies or something."

i couldnt help laughing a little at him.

"we were supposed to have a fun waterpark day."

i said as we made our way back over to the canopy.

"and we did, but the weather said its over."

i sighed, looking back over to where ryan and aj were and watching them approach us. i looked back to chris.

"fine, but only because they dont think its gonna get better any time soon."

he fist pumped the air.

"yes!"

"whats so exciting?"

aj asked, shaking his hair out like a dog as they joined us under the canopy. it was still pouring and was getting harder to hear over the rain hitting the roof.

"they said its not gonna stop any time soon, so what do you guys think of heading back to the bus and going to the movies or something?"

chris asked expectantly and they both shrugged, side nodding at the suggestion.

"do you think the other guys would be down with that?"

ryan asked. chris looked very hopeful, he didnt want to be here in the first place so going somewhere dry, dark, and requiring you to be fully clothed was definitely on his agenda.

"a guy can hope."

he said, elated.

"only one way to find out though. lets see if we can find the rest of them or at least head back to the locker rooms. if anything its a storm shelter so we'll be safe there either way."

the three of them nodded and we headed that way, each of us squinting and blinking quickly as the rush of rain came over us. when we hit the front of the park again the rest of the crew were there under the rooftop of the building, talking amongst themselves.

"look, guess we got lucky today after all."

i said as we reached them. vinny frowned at me.

"hey y/n, sorry about the weather but i guess you cant always win a day off huh."

i laughed a little bit.

"hey i got my two hours to shine, but there is a certain someone in our group that was wondering if, since this isnt supposed to let up anytime soon, if you guys wanted to load up and go see a movie or something nearby."

they all looked to chris as he nodded frantically.

"thoughts?"

he asked excited and a few of them laughed.

"i think we could swing that."

logan said, chris looking to me with a wide smile on his face.

"great, lets get changed then and get out of here."

he said, making us all laugh again, watching him walk into the locker room. i shook my head.

"so its settled then. ill go get changed and meet you guys back out here to leave."

they all nodded.

"i guess that means we have to agree on a movie now."

rick said in defeat and i couldnt help laughing to myself.

"doesnt it always?"

i said, sending him a look as i walked backwards to the door. he shook his head, smiling at me.

"of course it does."

[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 16 of ?

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Hope you're enjoying this story :3

Warnings: none.

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We helped each other to get dressed faster, in case someone would knock on the door. Thanks God it did not happen. Now we were sitting across from each other and I saw how Ricky’s expression changed drastically.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something that I’ve been kind of afraid to say.”

“You know you can tell me anything. What is it about, Ricky?”

“I hate the fact that no one knows about us and we have to hide our love behind close doors. Maybe we can tell the boys, for the start. If you want to, of course.”

For a second I thought how funny this situation is. In the past, he was the one that wanted to keep us a secret, and now he wants the whole entire world to know. I thought about it for a second before I would give him an answer.

“I think it’s a great idea. At least our close friends deserve to know.”

Ricky took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. This was his way of thanking me for giving him exactly what he wanted. At that moment, I forgot about every bad thing in my life, focusing only on the man who was holding me tight in his arms.

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It was the time for Motionless in White to leave for tour, and I had mixed feelings about it. Of course, I was happy for them, but I hated the fact that Ricky would not be here with me for the next few months.

We also prepared for the big reveal of our relationship. This was the best moment to announce what we hope it was a secret.

Every time one of my bands would leave for tour, I would meet with them to wish them good luck. I always felt we were all a big family, as cliché as it sounds, and I tried my best to show each one of them how much I cared.

It was time for them to leave, so I put my phone in a place where no one could see it. Of course, I wanted to have this moment forever with me.

I went first to hug Justin and then Ryan. Vinny came running to me as a happy little child to get his hug. When it came to Chris, he looked down at me for a second, before he would get me up and spin me around.

“Okay, just put me down now!”

“It’s not my fault you’re so little.”

Then it was Ricky’s turn, and it was our plan to leave him last. We wanted to be sure we had their attention.

I hugged him, as I did the others, and then backed off a little just so I could see his face.

“Good luck, Ricky.”

“Thanks.”

Then he kissed me, right in front of them. They were all shocked and speechless, besides Vinny.

“I knew it! I told you there was something going on with them!”

“How did you know?”

“Are you kidding me? I lost count of how many times I saw you talking in a corner or looking at each other like you were about to fuck right in that spot.”

That was unexpected, and we were all laughing, except Chris. His eyes had no emotion in them while he was looking at me. That’s when he left us to go on the bus, without saying a word.

I left Ricky’s embrace, telling him I had to do this alone.

“Chris? Can we talk?”

“For how long has this been going on?”

“A couple of months… but officially together for almost 2 months.”

“I thought I was your best friend, Lexus. What happened with that?”

“And you still are! But I was afraid you’ll be judging me for choosing Ricky once again.”

“If he would’ve been the same, I would clearly do that. But he is a good friend of mine now, and I know he will never hurt you again. Are you happy with him?”

“Yes. I’ve never been happier. Blair loves him too.”

“Wow, you moved pretty fast with that. I guess Corey isn’t happy with this whole situation.”

“No, he’s not. But I really don’t care. Both Blair and I deserve someone that would make us feel loved. It’s not our fault he couldn’t do it.”

“That’s true. You know, I hated you for a second back there when you two kissed. I truly had no idea, and it was clear it was happening for some time.”

“Believe me that I really wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t. I was afraid he might leave me again.”

“And now you’re sure it’s not going to happen?”

“Yes. Even though we haven’t told each other the magical three words yet, I know the feeling is there.”

“Then I’m happy for you both.”

He hugged me and put his head on mine, and that’s how Ricky found us. The big smile on his face reflected mine, knowing that we both needed to share our secret with the ones we love.

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The next 3 months passed very slowly, and I tried everything to keep myself busy. I was more present at the studio than ever, and no one thought this could even be possible. The only times I was home was when Blair was there, keeping me company. I never thought she would miss Ricky as much as I do, but we tried to communicate when he got some free time.

I was so happy for them, the tour was going amazing. Almost every show was sold out, and some venues called me to ask if I could add some more dates to the list. Even though I didn’t want to have to wait even more, I asked them every time what they thought about this idea. I was glad to hear them all say they have enough shows to perform for the moment.

Today I felt like I needed a day for myself, staying at home, watching a film, maybe reading a book. I need to live for myself for at least a day, not thinking about how much time I have to wait for Ricky. And I couldn’t choose a better day, as Blair was going to sleep at one of her friends tonight.

I decided to go for a book first and to leave the film for later. While I was searching for something to catch my eye, I heard my phone ring. A big smile appeared on my face, thinking that Ricky made some time for me. But when I checked, I saw it was actually Corey.

“Hi, Lexus. I hope your day is going well.”

“Um, hi? It was until you called. What do you want?”

“I just wanted to ask if you received any specific letter?”

“Why? What is going on?”

“Just go and check. I’m sure it’s there already. I told you that you’re going to regret it.”

And with that, he ended the call. My heart was racing as crazy as I went to the kitchen. I got a lot of letters to look at on the table, but not one second I thought something important was on there. While I was moving them like crazy, my attention was caught quickly by a sender: the courthouse. I opened the letter as fast as I could, and I tried to find the important part of why was this sent to me.

“No! You can’t do this to me!”

I started to cry uncontrollably, and my hands were shaking, making the letter fall on the ground.

Corey wants full custody of our daughter.

[i-can-write-sometimes-blog]

Behind Closed Doors Part 5

Part 5

Warnings: Language, Awkward Conversations, Also Angry Conversations, I don't think there's anything else, correct me if I'm wrong

You sat at the dining table with your father, eating the breakfast that had been made for you.

You picked at the food with your fork. You were bothered that you had actually slept with Justin the previous night, but, oddly, you were more bothered that you had woken up in your own bed that morning.

Footsteps coming into the dining room interrupted your thoughts. Justin cleared his throat, looking anxious as he stepped over to your father.

“My apologies, sir, but I need to borrow (Y/N) for just a moment, if it's all right,” Justin told your father. You tensed slightly, feeling your father gaze at you for a moment.

“Of course,” your father said suspiciously, but not daring to question his business partner. You hesitantly stand and Justin waits for you by the door, setting his hand on your upper back and gently pushing you out of the room and down a few hallways until he apparently decided you were far enough away.

You leaned back against the wall uneasily as he went to stand in front of you.

He cleared his throat again, fiddling with the cuffs of his suit.

“Uh...” he started, his face a light shade of red.

He stammered for a few seconds before he composed himself enough to speak. “Is there any chance of you getting pregnant?” He asked. At your bewildered expression, he quickly added, “We didn't use protection.”

Now it was your turn to flush. “I...No. I'm on birth control,” you looked at the wall behind Justin to avoid eye contact.

He nods and it's uncomfortably silent for a few moments.

“Alright,” he said quietly, sounding relieved.

You expected him to say more, but he just waited another second before turning and leaving.

You felt angry and embarrassed, and the anger only grew as he avoided you throughout the rest of the day. You wouldn't admit that you felt a little hurt, as well.

– –

It had been a week since your awkward talk with Justin and he still hadn't spoken to you.

You were more than a little upset about it.

You were finishing some school work in your room when you got an email from the online school you were enrolled in. It was one of those automated emails, but it caught your attention. It was about a job fair that was taking place that night a couple of towns away from Justin's house.

It was an excuse to leave the mansion and you were going to take it.

You hastily made your way to your father's room, hoping he was there and not speaking with Justin. You were very glad when he opened the door.

You quickly told him about the job fair, knowing you'd have to start getting ready soon if you wanted to get there on time.

Your father seemed more than happy to let you go.

“I'll ask Morrow to get a driver to take you,” he said, not noticing that you cringed at the words. He disappeared into his room, returning a few minutes later. “Go get ready. Your driver will be waiting for you.”

You nodded, surprised he had gotten a response from Justin so quickly.

You were quickly overcome with excitement, though, when you realized you were going to the job fair.

You returned to your room and picked out some nice clothes. You showered and made yourself look presentable, even doing your hair and putting on a little bit of makeup.

You looked at yourself in the mirror before leaving your room. Your father waved to you, but was speaking with one of Justin's butlers.

Before leaving the house, you put on the shoes you had worn when you went out with Justin, finding that they were still by the door.

You opened the door and stepped outside, making your way down the stairs and to the shiny black car that was parked by the curb.

The driver stepped out of the car as you approached. He had short black hair and was wearing a black dress shirt with black jeans. He stepped around the car to where you stood. His green eyes seemed friendly enough as he smiled at you.

“Good afternoon, Miss (L/N). I'm Ryan. I'll be your driver tonight,” he greeted before opening the back door of the car, allowing you to step inside then closing it.

He got back into the driver's seat and started the car.

– –

Ryan pulled the car up to the front of the building that was holding the job fair. He turned back to you and slipped you a small paper.

“Morrow requested that I give you my phone number in case of an emergency,” he explained as you took the paper. “So have fun and text me when you're ready to be picked up.”

You nodded and stepped out of the car. You walked into the large building, almost overwhelmed by the amount of people there.

A woman handed you a bottle of water as you walked farther into the building.

You looked around for a bit, listening to presentations and making notes in your head about some of the ones that interested you the most.

After looking at a few, you made your way to one of the walls, needing a moment away from the large crowd. You drank from your water bottle and surveyed the large room, seeing groups of people moving from one presenter to the next.

“Did you get overwhelmed by the crowd, too?”

The unfamiliar voice startled you. You turned your head and saw a boy who looked to be no older than yourself leaning against the wall next to you. He had short brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was dressed in a white dress shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans.

You nodded. “I guess I'm not used to this many people,” you said.

He chuckled softly and agreed. “I'm Matt,” he introduced himself, holding out his hand, which you shake politely as you tell him your name.

“Wanna check out some of these presentations together?” Matt asked. “Might be a lot less overwhelming if we do.”

You found yourself agreeing and the two of you make your way around the numerous tables. The hours passed quickly and you were having fun walking around and talking to Matt.

You both eventually got tired and returned to the wall to rest for a few minutes.

“It's getting kind of late,” Matt stated, looking at his watch, before looking back to you. “Do you need a ride home? I'm probably going to head out in a few, and I can give you a ride.”

You hesitated. You wanted to accept, but you weren't sure you wanted him to see where you were currently living. You enjoyed hanging out with him, and you don't want to ruin any chance at a new friendship.

“Er, I live kind of far from here,” you told him, carefully mentioning the town it was in.

“That's alright. I live just a town passed there,” Matt dismissed your excuse. You decided to let him take you back to the mansion, but first, you pulled out your phone and text Ryan, making a contact for him in the process. Just in case.

You: Is it all right if I catch a ride with someone I met here?

Matt pointed out a presentation that the two of you hadn't been to yet, so you made your way over as you waited for a response. A couple of minutes later, you felt your phone buzz.

Ryan: Morrow won't be happy if he finds out. He was quite adamant that I bring you home.

Another message came a few seconds afterwards.

Ryan: But I won't tell if you won't ;)

You grinned down at your phone and finished checking out the presentation with Matt before you both decided to leave.

You followed him to his car and climbed into the passenger seat, Matt sliding into the driver's seat a few moments later. The car's engine purred to life and he pulled away from the building.

– –

You were anxious as Matt pulled up to the mansion, but he didn't seem to care too much.

“Looks like you're living well,” he joked and you shrugged, smiling.

He stopped you before you opened the car door. “Let me give you my number,” he started. “That way we can hang out again.”

You handed him your phone and he quickly punched in his number before handing it back to you.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he grinned as you left his car.

You waved. “Goodnight.”

You watched him drive away before turning and climbing the stairs to the mansion. The lights were off, so you guessed everyone was asleep. You took out a house key that you had managed to swipe from one of Justin's staff members earlier that day and unlocked the door, stepping inside quietly.

You didn't bother to turn on the lights as you shut the door, re-locking it and kicking off your shoes. Your eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the dark when you turned around and you stumbled backwards when you noticed the figure sitting on the stairs.

You quickly recognized it to be Justin.

You swallowed nervously as he stood up, taking a couple of steps toward you before speaking.

“Who was that?” He questioned softly. His voice was calm, but you could now see the coldness in his eyes.

“What..do you mean?” You asked, confused and somewhat afraid.

He narrowed his eyes and you had to stop yourself from taking a step back.

“I thought it was a pretty straightforward question, (Y/N),” he said coolly. “Who the hell drove you home?” You cringed involuntarily when he cursed at you. “Why wasn't it Ryan?”

You glared up at him.

“It was just someone I met at the job fair,” you muttered. “But I don't see why it matters.”

He wasn't completely sure he did either, not that he'd tell you that. It just bothered him.

“It matters because I assigned Ryan to pick you up from that job fair,” he growled. “I still don't see why you wanted to go to that.”

“You don't think I'm going to stay or work here forever, do you?” you asked before thinking.

Justin just stared at you blankly.

“There's no way I'm going to stay here and work for you,” you told him quietly. “I'd leave now, if I could.”

“And why can't you?” The question made your eyes flick up to his. You knew what he wanted you to say, and you felt sick when you saw the cold satisfaction in his eyes. You almost flinched as he reached forwards with one of his hands, cupping your face gently and leaning towards you.

“You don't have anywhere else you can go. Not while your father is my closest business associate. You don't even have a job here, and I doubt your father will allow you to get a job out of town before our business together is finished. He thinks this life is great for the two of you.”

You stayed silent, your eyes flicking away from his face since you couldn't move you head.

He brushed a few stray strands of your hair out of your face, frowning.

“You know,” he started, causing your eyes to flick back to his. “If the consequences weren't so bad, I'd have already taken you many times by now,” he muttered calmly. You found yourself grinding your teeth uncomfortably as he continued.

“I would've made you mine. No one else would even think about wanting you,” he placed a gentle kiss in your jaw before leaning back.

You didn't like how easily he spoke of that. You were pretty sure your face couldn't get more red.

“Of course, I'd never hurt you, nor would I let anyone else,” he added, his free hand running up your arm, making you shudder. “I do enjoy your company and care about you.”

You knew you should've pushed him away, but you had never seen him like this. You were scared, but you were more intrigued.

You forced yourself to speak.

“Then..why have you been avoiding me?” you asked, forcing your eyes to meet his.

He frowned and leaned back so he was standing up straight again. He looked serious, and a little worried.

“I can't say,” he looked down at you, knowing he'd done what he had intended, yet still feeling bad about it. He truly was upset that Ryan had not been the one to bring you home – or more so, that it was some other guy.

He might've been just slightly jealous.

He had meant to frighten you, to make you wary of him, but he suddenly regretted it as he looked at you.

He'd been thinking of ways he could possibly back out of his agreement with Cerulli, but he was quite sure none of them would work.

He really hated that guy's rules, especially at that moment.

You were gazing at him thoughtfully, not really knowing what to say to him.

“Shit,” you heard him mumble before he stepped towards you again.

“Sorry for avoiding you,” his hands cupped your face again, making you look at him. “It was immature and will not happen again.”

You were startled by his apology, and by how his entire demeanor had changed. You saw his eyes flick to the clock that hung above the front door.

“It's late,” he stated quietly before leaning forwards and gently pressing his lips against your forehead. “You should go to bed. Get some rest.”

You hardly comprehended that he was leading you to your room, you were to confused as to what had just went down.

You sat on your bed, watching the door close as he left, leaving you alone and bewildered in your room.

What the fuck just happened?

[oldchemicalstoessel]

“But I hate that it seemed you were never enough We were broken and bleeding but never gave up And I hate that I made you the enemy And I hate that your heart was the casualty Now I hate that I need you”

[beaker1636]

F is For Face Sitting - Vinny

a/n: So if you didn't figure it out I kind of hinted that Lottie was a bit insecure about not being the smallest girl out there in the last part and I really played with that in this chapter in a way that I found really sweet and loving between her and Vin. So this one is a really fluffy smut and hopefully you guys like it as I took kind of a different route with this than I originally planned. I love you all and appreciate all the kid words I keep getting with this, I’ve been really putting myself out there and trying new things with this fic so all the kind comments mean a lot to me!

Also probably won’t get much posted until Thursday or Friday so sorry if you don’t get any updates for awhile!

“Are you trying to get me killed, there is no way Lottie is going to allow me to do that with her tonight,” Vinny groans as he sends the message in the chat back to Chris, wanting to fling his phone across the room.

“Why not? It’s not even that weird or anything, is it like Mia said about how she needs more confidence?” Chris responds quickly, making Vinny want to bury himself in a hole.

“She hates doing anything where she has to be on top because she is worried she’s too big, no matter how much I try to convince her otherwise it never works.  Hell last night she was off because she was embarrassed about being around all the girls in the pool because she is the only “bigger” one and she isn’t even that big.  It’s a rough subject okay,” he hits send, now worried if you found out that he said something if you’d be upset.

“But she isn’t even that big, listen, give her a really nice night with a relaxing dinner, maybe a relaxing bath and then focus on her.  Let her know all you are aiming to do tonight is take care of her and maybe you can slowly coax her out of it, remind her how beautiful she is and that you are lucky.  If you build her up enough you will be able to get her to try and might help build her confidence some… and based off comments on the photo Mia posted of the two of you you may need to do that.  People are being assholes towards her.”  Vin reads the message and immediately panics, pulling up Mia’s instagram and suddenly feeling angered at some of the things that are being said.

“Fuck, how do I fix that? If she has seen it then she’s gonna be a wreck when she gets home from work,” Vinny thinks to himself groaning, “Why do people need to be assholes?”

Rather than saying anything he decides the easiest way to get the point across that he doesn’t give a shit about any of it is to post a photo he has of the two of you that Rick caught a while ago, his favorite photo of the two of you that neither of you have posted before.  He doesn’t remember what the two of you were laughing at but the smile on your face always makes him smile when he sees it. He makes a quick caption about how beautiful you are caught in the moment and left it at that, hoping that people would get the hint and lay off you.

He smiles to himself when he sees you respond to him comment with I love you.

He sends you a quick message telling you he is going to meet you at your place in a  little bit now that he knows you are off work and that he is bringing dinner over so you don’t need to worry about anything.

Later

Vinny opens your front door and smiles when he hears the shower, knowing that you must have just gotten home from work if you are still in the shower.  Setting the food he picked up down on your coffee table he makes his way towards your bathroom, knocking before slipping in.

“Hey baby, just letting you know that I am here,” He says, trailing off when he hears what music you have playing, it is what you listen to when you are in a bad mood. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.

“I will be, give me a few minutes to have my moment and then I’ll be out,” you respond, he can tell by the tone of your voice that you have been crying, his heart falling when he knows what it is about.

“Baby, get out of the shower, we need to talk about this,” He says softly, hoping that you will listen and feeling better when he hears the water turn off, the curtain slowly opens just barely so you can reach your hand out, grabbing your towels to wrap around you and your hair before you open it the rest of the way and step out.

“Come here, let's go to the room. I want to show you everything about you that I find attractive, that others find attractive, baby,” he says quietly, reaching for your hand so he can lead you towards your room.  

He is a little upset that you don’t fight him, normally you put up a huge fight when he drags you somewhere so he knows you really are out of it.  He moves you and has you sit on the edge of the bed, facing your full vanity mirror, giving a kiss before he moves so you can see yourself in the mirror.

“Let’s start with your hands, the hands you use to take care of children all day, that you use to wipe their tears away, clean their faces, cradle them when they need some love, play with them.  The few times I have witnessed you with your class I love seeing the way you use them to take care of the kids, to take care of everyone when you can.” He gives one of your hands a light kiss before setting them on your lap.

“Vin, you don’t have to do this.  I’ll get over it eventually,” you whisper softly, meeting his eyes in the mirror for a moment while blushing.

“I know but I want to Lottie,” he responds, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. “Your arms, the way they wrap so tightly around me and those you care about, the way you wrap them around your work kids when they run up to you when we go out and one of them sees you.  I would be lying if I said that I don’t sometimes get jealous of the kids that you hold onto all day and love on in your arms, but I am the lucky one that gets to be in them at night, that you pull into your chest while you play with my hair and we just talk or I game for awhile,” he says softly, rubbing his hands along your arms while you continue to watch him.

When his hands reach the top of your towel where it is tucked around you he notices you suck in a breath, the way you tense under his touch so he pauses for a moment. “Hey, it’s just me, you don’t need to be shy for me Lottie.”

When he undoes it he lightly runs his hands along your stomach, one of the places he knows you are really insecure about. “I love that you are soft and cuddly, you are strong.  I love that when we curl up and you envelope me in your arms that I can be comfortable as I lay on your soft belly and chest.  It brings me so much comfort when I use you as a pillow, there is a reason why I try to lay my head on you a lot when we are cuddled up in bed. I couldn’t do that with someone that is smaller, I love being curled up with you and comfortable.  My favorite place to rest my hands is on your waist when you are around me, I don’t know why it just brings me comfort.”

Before you can protest he moves so that he can leave a kiss on your lips, trailing down to make sure he leaves gentle kisses on your love handles and stretch marks, the places that he knows you are the most uncomfortable with, that you usually get annoyed with when he tries to touch them.

He stops when he gets lower to sit up and watch you again in the mirror as he settles back behind you once again, this time his hands resting on your thighs. “We’re at my favorite part, I love your squishy thighs and butt.  They look so good in your jeans when you are walking, they are so comfortable to sit in or lay my head in.  They keep you up on your feet when you chase littles all day, and I know they love getting to sit in your lap with you.  I love the way you wrap them around me when I get you all needy and you want me to just get you past the finish line already.” He ghosts his fingers towards your center when he says this, smiling slightly to himself when he feels you shudder.

“Now arguably one of my favorite parts of you, I would be lying if I tried to pretend that it wasn’t,” he smiles slightly when he hears you giggle at his words. “I love it when you get all wet and needy for me, when you draw my fingers and my cock in as you get closer and closer to falling over the edge, I love the way you taste when you let me taste you and get you going.” 

He runs a finger along your opening towards your clit, making you squirm in your spot as he begins to tease you slightly, knowing that he is getting you worked up and also raising your mood and confidence slightly. He uses his other hand to let your hair loose, brushing it away from one of your ears before leaning in to whisper, “Let me worship you baby, please ride my face tonight, take the pleasure you need from me.”

He notices you freeze up but continues to tease you, the one hand still barely grazing your clit while the other reaches around you to lightly toy with one of your nipples, trying to get you to the point you won’t think about it, that you will just let him do what he wants to do.

“Vin,” you start to say with a sigh.

“You’re not going to hurt me, if I need you to move I will let you know. Please, let me pleasure you, show you how much I love you and your body,” he asks, moving to lay down on the bed behind you.

Hesitantly you move, leaning yourself over him but not sitting down like he wants you to, nervous to be trying something new, especially when you’d be putting your weight on him.

Getting impatient Vinny grabs your thighs, pulling you down on top of him so that he can begin to tease your folds with his tongue.  Running it from your entrance to your clit several times knowing that motion drives you nuts before finally sucking harshly on your clit for a second, making you arch your back and moan at the feeling.

“There you go, rock yourself on me, take what you want,” Vinny encourages, moving his hands to your hips as he urges you to rock them as he continues to tease you with his tongue, knowing he is bring you close when you now are moving yourself, starting to take it into your own hands as you moan on top of him. 

 He moves a hand so he can slip two of his fingers inside of you, knowing that the added sensations of them working inside of you as you work yourself on top of him will set you off, and he is correct.  With a couple more swivels of your hips, with his tongue working at your clit you come undone on top of him.  

He lays his head back so he can watch you as your face tightens and you throw your head back as you ride out and slowly come back down from the orgasm he just gave you.  You slipping your legs over his head so that you can move and lay down next to him on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as you come down from everything that just happened.

“I told you that I would be fine, just because you aren’t the smallest wouldn’t mean you would hurt me.  I love your body baby, you do such amazing things with it and I wish you could see that… but I’ll keep worshiping you and telling you until you believe me,” he says softly, giving you a kiss and trying not to laugh when you grimace at the taste of yourself on his lips.

“I’m going to go brush my teeth and then reheat our dinner, go get dressed baby,”  he says softly, making his way back to the bathroom that you both left about a half an hour earlier so he can do that. 

When you slip into the kitchen where he is warming dinner back up for the two of you you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his back as you rest your face on his now shirtless frame.

“Thank you Vin, I love you,” you hum softly, feeling a lot better after all his praise and kind words. “I know I should ignore it, but it never gets easier having those comments directed at me, being the bigger one of all our group of friends.”

“I know, but you aren’t even that big babe.  And all that matters is that you and I love it and are happy, and I am.  I love you just how you are.  Now why don’t we take our food and go watch (your favorite movie)?” He asks, turning around to wrap his arms around you as well, your head now resting on his chest.

“That sounds wonderful, thank you Vin,” you say softly, following him towards your couch to go and do just that, curling up next to him the second the two of you are done with dinner so you can enjoy the rest of your night together.