#chris cerulli x reader

[yournecessaryevil]

💀 Callsign: Motionless 💀

🖤COD! CHRIS CERULLI X READER ONESHOT🖤

You were the new recruit they brought on to assist TF141, and your first week with everyone was supposed to be a guaranteed breeze. There's just one problem: you and the Lieutenant they assigned to train you don't exactly get along...

• fluff; language; slight angst

You hated him.

You'd only been with your task force for the short span of one week, and already, you despised him, with every fibre of your being.

Sure, you were the newest recruit, which meant you still had a lot to learn, but if you were being perfectly honest, Lieutenant Cerulli's teaching methods were a bit... harsh? Grating, unorthodox, even?

"Again."

Ugh, speak of the devil, and he shall appear, right?

Cerulli's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his tone firm and demanding.

You gritted your teeth, sneaking a sideways glare at him out of the corner of your eye. You hated the way he stood there watching you, brown eyes narrowed, him and his perfect tactical vest with the stupid little patch that had his callsign embroidered on it in fancy white letters, 'MOTIONLESS'.

Fuck him and his perfect stupid eyebrows and piercings and ink, and his perfect voice that could simultaneously melt your insides as well as cut you down to the bone.

Your hands curled into fists as you stood up, digging the toe of one of your boots into the protective mat on the floor. The two of you had been at it for hours now it seemed, the private training gym the only witness to the grueling torture Lieutenant Cerulli had been putting you through.

"I don't see why we have to keep doing this, it's-" you began to protest.

"-an important fucking life skill you need to learn. Now quit whining and go," Cerulli cut in sharply. You huffed in irritation, shooting a glare in his direction before charging towards him, your leg up and ready to drop kick him-

And just like the previous twelve times you'd tried, you were down on the mat in an instant, your wrists pinned beneath his, one of his legs keeping both of yours pinned to the mat.

Letting out a frustrated growl, you went to tug your wrists free from his grip, making an attempt to shove him away from you, but Cerulli wouldn't budge.

"No. You're gonna sit here and tell me what went wrong this time," he said with a shake of his head, before helping you sit up.

You avoided his gaze, instead keeping your eyes fixed on the dark blue mat beneath you. "Too slow," you muttered. "No," came Cerulli's instant reply.

Gritting your teeth, you finally let your eyes meet his, both of you staring at each other through narrowed eyes.

"I don't fucking know-"

"Your form is fucking pathetic, you're distributing your weight in all the wrong places, and your attitude fucking stinks," Cerulli snapped.

That was it, you were done.

Pulling yourself into a standing position, you glared down at him. "I'm done," you spat.

His jaw clenching, Cerulli stood up as well, the height difference between the two of you just a little bit intimidating.

"You're done when I say you're done!" he hissed. Your hands curled into fists at your sides again, but you stood your ground, staring him down, refusing to be the first to break eye contact.

You were starting to see why everyone had a rather unpopular opinion about Lieutenant Cerulli. The man was impossible to work with, his teaching methods harsh, his demeanor cold and unforgiving.

On impulse, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind, the two words easily slipping off the tip of your tongue.

"Fuck. You."

A muscle in Cerulli's jaw twitched, his eyes narrowing, the irises seeming to darken.

For the briefest of seconds, you wondered if perhaps you'd gone just a bit too far, until he slowly ran one inked hand through his dyed purple hair, his gaze growing cold.

"Get out. We're fucking done. As of tomorrow, you're no longer my problem," he hissed, pointing towards the doors to the gym.

Good fucking riddance, right?

With an irritated glance in his direction, you abruptly turned on your heel, not bothering to look back as you stormed out of the gym, letting the doors slam shut behind you.

Well.

Today's practice could have gone a lot better. No, fuck that, today's practice should have gone a lot better.

After you had left in a huff, Chris had stayed behind, wanting to give himself some time to calm down.

It wasn't that he was mad at you, persay.

It was more so the fact that you had given up so fucking easily, hadn't even tried to give it your all.

Not even a day after you had been introduced to the team, it had been determined that he himself, the one they called 'Motionless', would be in charge of overseeing your training, tasked with the job of shaping you into something more than just a rookie, something better, a valuable asset to their task force.

And it had gone well for the first couple of days. Or at least, he thought it had.

Up until today, that is.

The two of you had been here in the private training gym since 10am, working on turning you from the shiny new recruit into a powerhouse of a cadet. The only problem? You were stubborn as hell, insistent on doing things your way, even though time and effort had shown your methods to be flawed.

He was only trying to do his fucking job, after all. The same job he'd done countless times before, with nearly every new recruit that came into their squad bay.

So why did this particular job affect him this badly?

Why did you affect him this badly...?

It wasn't like he was asking you to move mountains for him, no. He simply wanted someone he could be proud of, someone who could easily defend themselves if their team was down for the count, someone who he wouldn't have to hear had died in action, or been taken hostage, or god knows what.

The mere thought had Chris grimacing in distaste as he sighed, heading for the gym doors. He only wanted you to be able to defend yourself, that was all. The world could be an unkind place sometimes...

"He's arrogant, and cold, and a complete dick."

One corner of your mouth tugged itself up in a brief snarl as you sat there at the table in the mess hall, conversing with some of your fellow team members.

The smallest one, the one you've heard people call Vinny, spoke up, shifting slightly in his seat across from you. "He's not that bad, you just gotta figure him out. Pretty easy to get along with after that," he shrugged.

Easy for him to say, he and the three other people sitting here already had it in good with Lieutenant Cerulli. Upon you pointing this out, Vinny shrugged again, an unbothered look on his face.

"That's because we've been here longer. Give it some time," his teammate cut in, blue eyes finding yours with a wink. You sighed, your gaze dropping from his to settle on the little patch fixed to his tactical vest, the word 'HORROR' embroidered in a neat white font.

That's the other thing that bothered you about Cerulli's teaching methods. Everyone else had a callsign they went by, except for the new recruits who came in. Everybody here at the table had one, 'HORROR', 'SACHETTI', 'SKIEZ', even one with the more normal callsign of simply 'JUSTIN'.

Everybody had a designated name, a sign of place here, a sign that they were acknowledged, respected, valid. But you'd come to discover that here, as a part of this team and this base, titles didn't come easily. You had to fucking earn them.

Every new recruit before you had earned theirs, they had fought and trained to claw their way into the system, they had fucking earned their place here. Cerulli had told you so, himself.

But you?

You were still the fresh, shiny new rookie who everyone assumed knew nothing because you were young, you were small, you had only been here a week...

You'd be lying to yourself if you said it didn't sting a little, the way everyone seemed to view you here. Sure, the teammates sitting here at the table had treated you fairly enough, but everyone else? If you weren't bearing a callsign and a knowledge of how to defend yourself, you weren't worth their time...

"Hey."

Horror's voice cut into your thoughts, making your gaze snap up to meet his.

"I know it might seem like he's riding you a little too hard right now, but... I promise, his heart's in the right place. Give him a chance, out of everyone here, he's your best shot when it comes to training. You didn't hear this from me and if you ever repeat it, I'll kick your ass, rookie... but I would trust Cerulli with my life, more than I'd trust myself."

"We all would," Vinny cut in, both of his teammates beside him nodding in agreement.

"Give him some time. He might seem like a dick, but his methods work," Justin agreed, offering you a light half-smile.

You stared down at the tabletop for a second, not really seeing it as you contemplated what they told you, turning it over in your mind.

You knew what you should do. It wasn't what you wanted to do, by any means. But if what they told you was true, then... maybe it needed to be done.

Maybe you should gather up what was left of your dignity and go crawling back to Cerulli to apologize. Or, at the very least, to see if he'd give you a second chance at training.

You could be the bigger person here, right? Take all of his teachings with a grain of salt, so to speak?

Ugh...

With a groan, you shoved your plate of food away from you, resting your head facedown atop your crossed arms.

"I know, I know. But I'm telling you... if you give him a chance and show him that you actually have a desire to learn? It'll be the best decision you've ever made, rookie," Horror said, his tone laced with amusement.

Would it though?

With another quiet grumble, you slowly lifted your head, exchanging a glance with Vinny, who grinned. "Want me to let him know you're heading down there?"

You immediately shook your head at him, a grimace marring your features. "No, please don't. It's embarrassing enough that I have to go back and apologize to him..."

"Then do us a favor and kick his ass, I guess? It'd be kind of satisfying to know Chris had his ass handed to him by our newest recruit," Horror grinned.

Hmm... that was a rather tempting thought... to take everything Cerulli taught you and really give it back to him...

"Alright, fine. Deal," you agreed, getting up from the table. "Oh and... thanks, Horror. I kind of needed that, I guess," you added softly.

Shrugging, he gave you a light mock-salute in response.

"Sure. And, from now on... no Horror. Only Ricky."

Nodding, you bade your teammates farewell before slinking out of the mess hall, determined to find Cerulli and make good on your promise.

You only hoped he'd actually give you a second chance and not let it go to his head...

"Have Jensen work with you more on it tomorrow, your aim's a little off. Go get some rest."

Chris watched one of the recruits he'd been training retreat into the distance, the smell of smoke and polishing oil still heavy in the air on the rifle range.

And then something caught his eye.

Or rather, someone.

Your figure gradually became more detailed as you approached, and Chris internally groaned.

If you were here to give him more shit and another lovely 'Fuck you', he wasn't having it...

But the look on your face told a different story. Your brows were drawn together in worry, any traces of your usual anger and frustration gone, a look of nervousness in place.

He waited until you were about four feet away from him before he spoke up, his voice cold.

"If you're here to train, go ask someone else."

But your response surprised him a little, catching him off guard.

"I actually came to apologize..."

You... come again??

"What-" he began, but you cut him off with a shake of your head.

"No, let me finish. I, um... I talked to Horror, er, I mean Ricky. I talked to Ricky and the others, and... and they told me to come back here and give you another chance. I... I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry."

Huh. Leave it to Rick to sort things out behind the scenes, ever the peacemaker as always....

Silence settled between the two of you for a moment, before Chris spoke up.

"Why?"

That one word lingered there in the air, and your brows furrowed in confusion. "Why, what? Why... am I sorry, or...?" you asked, trailing off.

"No. Why did you give up on me? Why the fuck'd you decide you were done?"

"I..." your voice faltered for a moment, your gaze dropping to stare down at the grassy field, and Chris watched as you frowned, digging the toe of your boot into the grass.

Fourteen.

Fourteen times.

It was a habit he'd noticed you had, whenever you were uncertain or anxious. Not every recruit had little tics or habits they'd pick up, but the few that did? Chris noticed.

He always noticed, especially more so when it came to you.

Fourteen times this past week that you'd been here, fourteen times he'd seen you dig the toe of your boot into whatever surface you were standing on, your hands and fingers fidgeting either in front of you or at your sides.

Fourteen times he'd stopped to watch you, his attention utterly fucking captivated by you.

Slowly, he took one step towards you, followed by another, and still another, until he was a mere foot away from you.

"Is it because you don't think you're good enough? You don't think you have what it takes, or what?" he asked softly, trying to keep his tone gentle.

The way you avoided his gaze immediately after he asked the question told him everything he needed to know.

"Do you really think you're not worthy of a place here? Is that it?" he continued, the mounting tension in the air becoming more palpable.

Almost an entire minute or two went by without you answering him, and he started to repeat the question until you finally did answer him, your voice surprisingly strained and sounding on the verge of breaking.

"No."

You didn't have to specify for him to know what that single word meant.

He could feel it, could see the way you thought of yourself as you stood here in front of him.

And for some reason, he didn't like it.

He hated it.

He hated the newfound knowledge of how you saw yourself, how it seemed everyone else had been seeing you, since the day you'd arrived.

You really didn't think you were worthy of a place here, did you? The thought that he himself might have been a contributing factor in that made him feel sick.

Fuck... if he'd stopped for just a second to try and see things your way, see how it felt to be an outsider-

But he did know how it felt.

Memories of his first week as a frightened, inexperienced new recruit flashed through his mind, images of a young, dark-haired boy who had no clue what the fuck he was doing...

Chris swallowed hard, his gaze locked on you as he spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You... deserve to be here. You know that, don't you?"

"Do I?"

Your immediate response, the way you mumbled the question without even bothering to look at him, it made his insides feel sick.

And he'd been hard on you today...

Granted, he was hard on everyone who fell under his guidance, but... you were different.

More fragile and feeling and human than the others, you had caught his attention almost right away.

And when they'd insisted he be the one to train you-

Holy fuck.

He'd figured it out.

The sudden realization had him internally reeling, absolutely losing it.

He'd been harder on you than the others because... he cared more.

He cared almost too much, surely more than what was appropriate, right?

Fuck...

Swallowing hard, he reached out towards you for a second, his hand lingering there in the space between you, before he let it fall back to his side.

Steeling himself to avoid the tears he could feel burning at the edge of his vision, he gritted his teeth, before gesturing to his left, the movement finally capturing your attention.

"Headphones. Weapon. Now."

Your eyes widened for a moment, your voice faltering as you spoke.

"What are you-"

He cut you off midsentence, his tone hardening, though his gaze remained soft as he stared down at you.

"I'm training you."

"I'm training you."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, catching you off guard and making your breath hitch in your throat.

You'd come out here to apologize, expecting him to turn you away with a refusal of said apology, and instead... he was giving you a second chance?

Swallowing hard, you slowly turned and grabbed a set of the soundproof headphones out of the box nearby, plugging one end of the attached cord into the wireless comm pack, the other end connecting to the headphones themselves, before tucking the comm pack into the front pocket of your tactical vest.

You watched as Lieutenant Cerulli did the same, reaching up with one inked hand to turn on the comm link and adjust the mic, and after doing the same, you could hear his voice come through the speakers.

"Weapon, now."

Without a word, you followed his order, grabbing one of the rifles propped up nearby, the weight of the weapon seeming almost too heavy and unfamiliar in your hands.

You weren't scheduled for rifle range practice until at least a week or two from now, surely he had to have known that...?

Upon telling him so, Cerulli shrugged, casting you a sideways glance before gesturing towards the targets out in the distance.

"Doesn't matter. I'm teaching you now. And I expect you to be willing to learn. I also expect you to hit at least one of those."

You followed his gaze, staring out at the targets sitting on the grassy field. From here, they looked to be at least a mile or more away, surely too far to even graze with a bullet, right?

No, no... you were determined to get this.

This morning's practice may have gone terribly, but that didn't mean this one would.

Taking a deep cleansing breath, you moved to stand where he wanted you, lifting the weapon in your hands.

And almost immediately, Cerulli's voice came through the speakers.

"No. Your stance is off. Here, look."

You felt one of his legs nudge yours apart, correcting your stance, before an inked hand came into view, reaching forward to adjust the position of the rifle in your hands.

"Look through the little lens, until you have the center of the target in your crosshairs. And when you pull that trigger, keep as tight a grip as you can, because there's gonna be some kickback from the rifle. It'll knock you on your fucking ass if you're not paying attention."

You nodded, taking another deep breath before doing as he said, looking through the lens. From here, that target looked so fucking tiny, nearly impossible to hit.

"I can't do this-" you started.

"Yes, you can. You can and you will."

Cerulli's voice was quiet in your ears, his tone gentle, and you could feel the close proximity of him behind you as he reached forward to make a slight adjustment to the rifle again, his fingers brushing briefly across yours before he let go.

"I want you to focus, and really try for me. You can do this, I know you can. Stop second guessing yourself, Y/N..."

His touch, combined with the use of your actual name, instead of his usual 'rookie' pet name for you, sent electric tingles down your spine, your heart stumbling over itself within the confines of your ribcage.

Your throat suddenly felt tight, your mind racing as you tried desperately to remember what he'd told you, how to correctly aim and fire.

Swallowing nervously, you looked through the lens again, taking a deep breath and curling your finger around the trigger. A mere second passed before you brought that finger down a little tighter, squeezing the trigger.

Even with the protective headphones, you could still hear the bullet as it left the chamber, could smell the scent of gunsmoke and oil as it left its home. And Cerulli had been right, there was indeed some kickback from the rifle.

But you dug the heels of your boots into the ground, trying to stay firmly in place. Still, you stumbled backwards a little, your back meeting Cerulli's chest, his hands instantly coming up to your shoulders to steady you.

"Good, but your aim was a little off, I want you to try again."

His tone was far less harsh than it had been this morning, his whole demeanor vastly different.

A part of you wanted to look back, to see if the heat you felt gathering in your cheeks would be reflected in those brown eyes of his.

But the bigger part of you insisted on staying focused, on seeing your training through.

Steeling yourself, you cast a brief glance out towards the target in the distance. He was right, your aim was more than a little off.

You could see from here the impact left by the bullet, the mark nowhere close to the center.

Looking through the lens to correct your aim, you took a deep steadying breath before pulling and releasing the trigger again, preparing yourself for the anticipated kickback.

It came a little easier this time, your weight being distributed a bit more evenly in order to keep your feet firmly on the ground.

And when you glanced out at the target, you found yourself a little too satisfied that the mark had hit a bit closer to home this time.

"Again," came Cerulli's velvet voice in your ears, his presence behind you more noticeable as he took one half-step closer to you.

Trying your hardest to ignore the sudden distraction, you nodded, taking aim before firing again, the crack of the bullet loud in the late afternoon air. You watched the target, taking note of how much closer the bullet had hit.

"Slight improvement, Y/N. Again, one more time."

You shifted your weight a little, taking aim one last time, making sure the target was dead center in the crosshairs before you pulled the trigger, the bullet leaving its mark just a touch away from the center of the target, this time.

You dared to glance over your shoulder for a brief moment, and when your eyes met his, your breath trembled as it left your slightly parted lips. The look in his eyes, on his face, it was the only time you'd ever seen him look even remotely... proud...

The longer you kept your eyes locked on his, the more you noticed the way his irises seemed to darken, one corner of his mouth twitching into what looked like a smirk before it was gone.

"So...?" you asked, your voice coming out in a breathless whisper. You nervously cleared your throat before continuing. "How'd I do...?"

Cerulli's response came in an instant, his voice low and hoarse as he kept his eyes fixed on you.

"Good- good fucking job, Y/N..."

You barely had time to crack the tiniest of smiles before Cerulli was holding up a finger towards you, reaching with his other hand to unholster the handgun he kept at his side at all times.

With a slight tremble, he reached out with one inked hand to pass the sleek black weapon to you, waiting for you to take it.

"I want to try something new with you..."

"I want to try something new with you..."

The words left his mouth before even he knew what was happening, what he was doing.

But to his surprise, you wordlessly set aside the rifle, taking the smaller weapon from his hand and immediately settling back into your previous stance, your feet firmly planted on the ground, though your gaze never left his for a second.

"Like this?"

Your voice reached his ears through the speakers, your tone soft and tentative, a vast change from the fiery attitude you'd displayed for him this morning.

He nodded, swallowing hard past the new, unfamiliar emotions building up within himself.

His throat suddenly felt dry, his palms unusually slick with sweat, and why the fuck was his heart stuttering every so often instead of beating like it was supposed to-

Oh.

Oh.

Well, fuck.

His eyes widened momentarily before he fought to quickly regain his composure, moving to stand behind you.

Reaching up with one hand, he tried hard to focus on helping you adjust your grip on the handgun, instead of focusing on how he could feel the warmth of your back against his chest, or the way you smelled faintly of strawberries and something slightly floral, was that... roses?

His jaw tensing a little, Chris leaned back, his hand slipping from yours, though his fingers lingered just a moment longer than necessary, as he watched you.

"S-same thing as before. Take aim, and... well, you know."

"Fire," came your response, a hint of sudden amusement in your voice. He nodded, unable to keep one corner of his mouth from lifting in a brief smirk.

"Exactly."

He watched as you stood there, inhaling for a second before letting it go, pulling the trigger, the crack of the bullet leaving its chamber a satisfying sound to his ears.

And when he looked out in the distance and saw how close you'd come to hitting that target dead fucking center...

You were a quick learner, once you got out of your own head and stopped being so stubborn. He could see it now, anyone could.

Hell, if you'd let him, he could probably shape you into one of the best recruits he'd ever taught, turn you into an absolute powerhouse of a soldier, maybe even help you earn Ghost status on TF141, a position that was highly strived for and sought after by many, but earned by so very few.

You didn't even have your callsign yet, you hadn't quite earned it yet. But by the time he was done with you...

'Bet you could have her coming undone for you...' the sudden errant thought slipped unbidden into his head before he could stop it, and he could feel the heat rush to his face.

Fuck, he needed to quit thinking like that, he knew it was wrong, it was so fucking wrong, and besides, would you even feel the same way he did-?

The sharp crack of another bullet leaving the chamber snapped him out of his thoughts, and he watched in shock as this time, finally--

Holy fuck.

It hit dead center in that target.

He stood there, his eyes widening, mouth slightly open in surprise as you immediately turned around, the biggest grin on your face.

"Bam. Dead center!"

The excitement in your voice was all too infectious, and he found himself starting to smile, a sense of newfound pride for you welling up inside him.

And when you locked eyes with him, giving him a wink and another excited little smile, something inside himself clicked into place, the decision made before he could stop it.

So it was just like that, all too suddenly, without practically any warning, that he was leaning down towards you, moving his and your mics out of the way, his mouth finding yours in the briefest of kisses, and oh fuck, what the fuck was he doing, what if you didn't-

But then there you were, yet again catching him off guard today, kissing him back, your mouth soft and yielding against his, your body arching into his touch, the handgun slipping from your fingers to land in the grass at his feet, your hand reaching up to tangle in his hair, tugging softly-

Fuck, you were like heaven to him-!

The softest of groans left his throat, and he could've sworn he heard his name fall from your lips for a moment, before the two of you finally parted, standing there staring at each other, breath coming out in quiet gasps.

He could see the heat flooding your cheeks, could feel the warmth coming from you, took notice of the way your eyes darkened with barely concealed desire.

So it wasn't just him, then.

You could feel it, too...?

Almost like you could hear his unspoken question, you gave a slight nod, your breath coming out in soft pants before you spoke.

"That was... um, yeah. Fuck. Wow."

It wasn't enough, hearing your voice filtered in through the speakers, Chris needed to hear it in person. Reaching up to shut off the comm link on his headphones, he tugged them off, watching as you did the same, discarding them back in their bin, before retrieving his weapon from the grass and reholstering it.

"You, uh... job well done today, Y/N," he said, awkwardly extending a hand out towards you. You eyed it dubiously, not shaking it and instead raising a brow at him as you gave him a confused look.

"We're back to formalities now...?"

The way you asked the question, the slight tinge of poorly concealed hurt starting to reflect there in your eyes, Chris didn't like it.

"I- you-" he scrambled to try and find a proper response, not wanting to leave you hanging. "We... we can't do that again-" the words seemed to tumble from his mouth, one right after the other.

And the injured look on your face, the way you swallowed hard, your eyes taking on a glassy look before you quickly blinked, hoping he wouldn't see-

Fuck. It was a lie, and he knew it. He couldn't do that to you, couldn't lie to you like this, it wasn't fair to you.

"I- Y/N, sweetheart, look at me. I... can't be the reason they make you leave. Because they will. And... and you won't get your callsign, you-"

"I don't care."

You cut him off midsentence, those three words giving him pause.

"You- what?"

You repeated those three words, your gaze hardening as you stared up at him, your resolve never wavering even as your eyes remained on the verge of swimming with unshed tears.

"I... I think maybe I thought, if I hated you enough, it wouldn't matter how I felt about you. I thought maybe if I didn't let myself care enough, it wouldn't fucking matter someday, if we were out in the field together and one of us went missing. It wouldn't... hurt as much.

"And... and I know that's not an excuse for why I was probably one of the brattiest recruits you've ever had, and I know it probably doesn't make it any better, or any easier-"

"Stop," Chris cut you off mid-rant, his voice on the verge of breaking.

So that's why you had been so difficult to work with during your first few weeks here.

It wasn't because you hated him, not truly.

It was the exact opposite.

It was because you... cared too much for him?

"I'm sorry, I should've told you sooner, I... you made it too easy to hate you and I... I didn't like the idea of becoming too attached, of caring too much, of..." your voice trailed off at the end, your gaze dropping to stare down at the grass.

And then you did the one thing he'd gotten so used to noticing, one of the many things about you that he found a little too endearing.

You nervously dug the toe of your boot into the grass, your fingers fidgeting in front of you.

"Of what?" Chris asked softly, urging you to continue.

And your next words nearly broke him.

"Of falling in love with you."

Brown eyes widening, Chris took a step towards you, taking both of your hands in his, and giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Hey, look at me. I..." he broke off with a gentle sigh before continuing, "it's not that I don't want this, I promise you, I do. There's so many things about you, tiny little things that other people don't notice, that I find adorable and endearing and- Y/N, sweetheart.

"I... I think maybe I might be falling for you too. But as badly as I want this to work, I also want to see you come out of this as part of our team, I want so many things for you. I want you to be able to have your own callsign to go by, I want to see you leave my care as one of the best recruits this place has ever had, I want..."

He trailed off, his thoughts racing at a million miles an hour. What was it exactly that he wanted, more than anything else, more than he'd ever wanted anything?

The answer was both simple, and at the same time, not simple.

He wanted you.

"What, what do you want?"

He pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his words coming out mumbled and broken.

"I want you."

"So have me..."

Your response, the way you said it, the way you moved to gently card your fingers through his hair, almost as a semblance of trying to comfort him, he wasn't expecting any of it.

Lifting his head to gaze down at you, he swallowed thickly past the raw emotion he could feel building up inside.

"But it's not that simple, Y/N-"

"Okay, and the life I've chosen here, with you and everyone else, isn't simple either. But... maybe we can figure it out... together..?"

Your voice held so much conviction, your tone determined, your demeanor suggesting you weren't about to back down. It reminded him so much of your first week here, of how training this morning had gone.

You'd been so defiant, determined then, too.

You were really pushing for this to work out, weren't you? He had to admire your tenacity...

With a soft sigh, he met your gaze, silently pleading with you. "What if this doesn't work-?"

You cut him off midsentence, taking the lead for once and standing up on your tiptoes to capture his mouth in the softest, gentlest of kisses, both of your hands briefly moving to cup his face between them, the gesture utterly pure and wholesome.

When you pulled back to look up at him, he wasn't surprised to see that same conviction had settled there in your eyes, one corner of your mouth lifting in a wry smile.

"Then we keep trying until it does work? Just like my training?" you whispered.

He couldn't help the laugh that slipped free from his lips; the comparison was too perfect. But maybe you were right...

Maybe if the two of you kept trying, eventually things would work themselves out...

He just had to try.

"Okay," he sighed softly, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Is... is that a yes, or...?" you asked, casting a tentative sideways glance up at him, and he nodded, trying not to laugh at the way you were failing to hide the sly smile on your face.

"It's a yes, rookie..."

🥀 SIX MONTHS LATER 🥀

"And it is with the highest, greatest honor, that we present this new recruit with their place on our team, here as a part of Taskforce 141. With many months of training and guidance under the care of our own Lieutenant Christopher Cerulli, this recruit has proven themselves beyond the highest measure.

"It is with much respect that we announce to you all how proud we are to acknowledge the new addition to our team."

Horror and his teammates sat there in the audience, his blue eyes fixed on the scene before him and everyone else, on the small recruit standing up there on that stage, with the tall Lieutenant standing proudly beside her.

And it was with the greatest sense of pride and love that he sat there, watching as you finally, finally got the one thing you'd been wanting since you first joined their base: to be a part of their team, to just belong.

Chris had been right about you from the beginning; with more training and devotion and care, you would indeed grow to be one of the sharpest recruits they'd turned out in a long time. He'd also noticed the way your relationship with his best friend had blossomed, how close you and Chris had gotten over these past six months.

Vin and everyone else had made cracks about it, that they'd known all along something was going on between you and Chris, it had just been a matter of time. He knew better than that though, the dynamic you and his best friend had, it went so much deeper than that.

Anyone could see it if they looked hard enough, really. He could see it.

The way Chris stood there, his hand clasped tightly in yours, the proud Lieutenant and his newest recruit, one bearing the familiar patch with the callsign 'MOTIONLESS' embroidered in pristine white letters... and the other bearing a callsign of her own, 'GREMLIN'.

Horror couldn't help but smile at the slight irony as he sat there; how fitting the name was for you. Tiny recruit, sure, but full of fiery passion... with a knack of never backing down, always ready to go head to head with anyone on their best day, or even their worst day...

"Welcome to the team, rookie... you made it."

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[chemical-killjoy]

Eternally Yours

Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 4.4k O_O

Summary: Basically a fanfic of the eternally yours music video, if the reader was the girl in the video

Author's Note: I know I have a bunch of asks, and I'm getting to them, I swear, but I finally finished this after like, 4 months... so... ta da?

It was tough watching the love of your life, your best friend, getting it on with someone you hate. But you soothed yourself with the fact that it was all for the cameras.

Motionless in White were shooting the music video for their new song 'eternally yours', and being his best friend, Chris jumped to have you on the project. You were one of the best light technicians after all... Plus it was fun to work with you. Chris wouldn't admit it, but he missed you.

And while working with Chris was always fun, having a tall, skinny, blonde model (who thought she was God's gift to the world) making out with him... it didn't exactly help your self esteem. He was perfect. So was she. Why would he ever like you? He'd never go for someone like you when he could have Chloe.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as Chloe sauntered up to you.

“Y/N, I need my skinny mocha.” She demanded.

“I do lights?” You said, frustrated and waiting for her to understand.

“And I'm needed on camera. Hurry up.” The blonde walked away before you could argue.

You rolled your eyes and mentally cursed her. Then you heard a thump and a scream.

“No! My ankle!!” Chloe was on the floor, screaming over a mildly twisted ankle and performing the tantrum of her life. “I can't do this stupid job, I deserve better!”

And that was the fastest working karma you'd ever seen... It also came back to bite you on the ass.

“What?! Me? There's no way. I am NOT that pretty, or seductive, I can't do it!” You begged.

“Come on Y/N, please. There's no one else to do it, and you look perfect for the part! Please, we need this video shot by the end of the day, you know that. Plus, there's no one I'd be more comfortable with.” Chris begged you to step in.

“I don't know.”

Chris smiled at you with pleading eyes and you knew you were done.

“Fine. But I'm going to need hair and makeup.”

You looked in the mirror. The reflection you saw, you hated. It wasn't some succubus, it was gross. You hated seeing yourself in such a small outfit. You were too insecure, what were you thinking agreeing to this?! Plus, you'd have to actually kiss Chris. While you desperately wanted to, did you really want it to all be fake? What if it makes things awkward? You were in the midst of a mental spiral when you heard and knocking on the door and a familiar voice.

“Y/N, you decent?” Chris asked.

“Um, yeah. You can come in.”

Chris slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You hugged your stomach nervously.

Chris made a kind of sputtering noise before mumbling “wow”, which you weren't supposed to hear. The word make your lips turn up.

“Uh, Y/N, you look spectacular.” He said, standing next to you in the mirror, and admiring you. You looked away, blushing.

“No, I don't. You have to say that. You're my friend.”

“Friend...” Chris said softly. “No, I don't have to say that. You truly look phenomenal. Dare I say, sexy.” Chris brushed some hair over your shoulder, turning to face you. Right then, the buzzer rang, summoning you to the set.

You cleared your throat.

You were about to walk out the door when you turned back to Chris.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, without missing a beat.

“This won't change our friendship right? I just don't want things to be weird.”

A voice called from down the hall, asking you to hurry up.

You walked away.

It took a bit, but after some friendly cat-calls and whistles from the crew, you had the confidence to try to be seductive. You felt a little awkward, walking around the red and blue lighting and just looking around dramatically, but you trusted the director.

Next, you got in the coffin. With David, the director, shouting orders, you got into the part and began to have fun with it, playing model. Your confidence grew and your performance got better and better, until David decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Chris, get in there.”

Suddenly the anxiety returned.

You watched Chris in his suit walk around mysteriously in the lights and tried not to allow a shiver to go through you when he looked down at your lips and removed his glove.

“Y/N, you're the woman, you're not supposed to be so hard.”

The crew chuckled and you rolled your eyes, embarrassed that your anxiety was so obvious.

“Hey, you OK with this?” Chris whispered.

“Ye-yes. Yeah. Just. Out of my comfort zone.” You replied, before raising your voice. “Any directions, boss-man?”

“Just, act like you're a complete whore. You would die to touch him, you need him like oxygen. You're excited, get a little wiggle going on, yes?”

Mentally screaming at him, you nodded your head, and looked at Chris with daggers in your eyes. He couldn't hold in the laugh. Suddenly you were both laughing so hard you nearly fell back into the coffin, and Chris nearly fell in on top of you, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Oh come on, now your make up is all crinkled, everybody, take five! Y/N, go to hair and make up, and Chris... never mind.” David trailed off, you and Chris still giggling as he helped you out of the coffin. You fumbled a little in the stilettos, but Chris held you around your waist til you got your balance.

“Let's go.”

“David was right, you know,” Chris said, words you thought you'd never hear as you walked to hair and make up.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that! I mean, you just seemed super tense, stiff.” You chuckled at the innuendo. “C'mon Y/N, I'm serious. Am I doing something wrong? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, OK? So just tell me.”

“... I- complete honesty?”

“Always, you know that.”

“I'm scared... I'm scared that if we kiss you'll be disgusted by me or it'll change our friendship and I'll lose you. I don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of cameras and people—I mean, I don't want to kiss anyone for the first time in front of cameras—I mean, your opinion matters to me, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N. Breathe. Yeah?” Chris said, stopping walking to grab you by the shoulders and look you in the eye with a half smile that made you melt. “Would it help if, uh,” Chris looked to the side and nervously rubbed his hands. “If we kiss now, before cameras or anything. You can tell me what you like and what you don't so I don't fuck up,” he said before adding “It'd look better on camera if we're actually enjoying it, right?”.

You bit your lip and stepped closer. Chris brushed your hair behind your head and you couldn't help but turn into his hand a bit as he did, before looking up to his dark brown eyes. He stepped in til your bodies were nearly against each other, and lent down to softly brush your lips with his. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips hard against him. The kiss was fire, and within moments you felt Chris's tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. You stood frozen in time, exploring each other as much as you dared before eventually breaking away for air.

You both stood there, entangled and breathing hard, looking away with small smiles.

“Um, so yeah, if you just do that it'll be fine.” You said, with a breathy voice and a little laugh. Chris joined in, and to your dismay, pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah definitely like that.” He said with a wink, before continuing the walk to hair and make up with his hands in his pockets. You stood still for a moment, hand to your lips, before walking fast to catch up.

You re-filmed the start of the shot after talking with Chris about what you were comfortable with (“well, we're in character, right? Just go for what feels right, and if I'm uncomfortable I'll stop you. Same goes for you.” to which Chris replied “You better let me know, I never want to hurt you.”). Chris walked up to you, and took his glove off. The look in his eye sent a shiver down your spine as you arched your back and lent across the coffin, convincing yourself you were leaning into the part and not Chris. But instead of kissing you, Chris brushed the hair from your face, and placed his head against yours, shutting his eyes. The tension was too much for you to bear as he lent down and rubbed his face against yours, kissing you without doing so, breath against your neck sparking electricity through your veins. You returned the motion, nuzzling into the man. But where Chris's hand had been around the back of your neck, he shifted his hands to be around your throat, lifting you up for better access to surprise you with a fierce, open-mouthed kiss.

It was like the man was trying to torture you. Or ruin you in the best way. You lent further into the kiss, deepening it.

“And cut! Perfect, we'll get all the kissing done at the same time to not waste the lipstick, yeah?” David said, ruining everything.

Chris helped you out of the coffin and you prayed you wouldn't slip and suffer the same fate and Chloe (not that you'd let a sprained ankle stop you now), and David guided you both to an empty area with a few blue lights around.

“OK. Now. I want you guys to make out. Just go for it. Chris, I want you to ravish her.” David directed.

At this point, you looked at Chris and just shrugged. He laughed and pulled you flush against him by the waist, both of you with cheeky grins.

“You ready to start filming?” Chris asked, an air of mischief in his voice.

Before David even said yes, Chris's lips were on yours again. It started a little sloppy and silly, but turned slower and more passionate fast, your hands cupping Chris' cheek, his arms around you only drawing you in closer, impossibly so. Chris broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I'm going to do something, if you don't like it, just stop me, OK?” he spoke in a low whisper, and you didn't have to pretend to be turned on.

“I trust you.” You breathed back.

Then suddenly Chris was kissing your neck, then your chest. You arched your back to grant him better access, and stroked his neck as he sucked on the soft skin of your collarbone. It was all you could do to hold back a moan. When he pulled away and looked up at you, you could have died. Suddenly you felt too tense to kiss him again, scared you'd convey how much you need him, as Y/N, not the character in the music video. You turned your away, and then it was time to touch up your lipstick and a break before once more getting in the coffin.

You were drinking icy water and trying to calm yourself down from the growing heat and anxiety within you. You tried to compose yourself. You didn't want to be a creep, it's not exactly like he's consenting to you getting off from his acting. And that's all it was. Acting. Just... really convincing. You tried to reason with yourself and prepare yourself for the sex scene.

There was another knock on the dressing room door.

“Come in.”

Chris walked in, immaculate in his suit, but a concerned look in his dark eyes.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You responded, feigning innocence.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was OK. Did I cross a line? You know you can always stop me Y/N, I know you've been through shit and I don't want to ever hurt you, I'm really sor-”

“Chris, Chris, it's fine. You didn't cross a line or anything. I just. Um. Fuck,” you looked away, a blush spreading across your face. “I- Look, you did nothing wrong, OK? You did everything right. Maybe too right, if you get what I mean? I guess I just kinda froze up. But trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You're... perfect.” You looked back up at Chris with imploring eyes, only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“Too right, huh? Man's got moves.” He laughed to himself, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Don't get all proud of yourself,” you said and walked past. “Show time.”

Once you two opened the coffin and climbed in, it was up to you.

“I have one direction. Make me feel something. Action!” David boomed.

You started simple, Chris climbing on top of you, but you decided to take control. You lent back and put one heeled foot on Chris's chest, pushing him down slowly. He looked up at you with such an intense lust you could have moaned from that alone. You kissed for a moment before sitting up and helping Chris to take his jacket off. His eyes never left yours, piercing into your soul. The world didn't matter; nothing was real but this moment.

The pair of you moved in time, shifting seductively as Chris whispered to you, hand in your hair.

“Would it be too far if I,” he slid his hand across your face, and you understood his gesture. When his thumb slipped into your mouth, you sucked, fully getting into it. You were determined to make him as desperate as you were. He held both sides of your face and was about to kiss you, but you wrapped your arms around his wrists and tried to pull him down. But Chris was not one to obey. He pulled his hands away and brushed some hair out of your face, before pulling you up against him. Chris scooped you up, one hand cradling your neck delicately, the other gripping your ass for stability and control. You felt immediately how badly Chris wanted this when he grinded into you. The thin fabric of your costume and his suit was not enough to conceal his arousal. You gasped and grinded back as Chris lent in for a kiss that felt like fire. He guided you down into the coffin, as you felt his tongue slip past your lips. After just a moment of kissing, Chris sat up, both of you coming up for air, and double checking consent.

But you just grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He kissed you lips, your neck, down your chest, even kissing your thigh, then lifting your leg up to caress as he kissed you deeply and passionately, grinding occasionally and trying to control himself. After a few more kisses, you broke apart.

“Perfection! Now we just need to close the lid.” David stated.

“I'm sorry, what?” you asked.

“We're going to close the lid. Well, Chris is. Make it extra dramatic, that's the ending of the video. Two lovers in their final bed.”

Normally you'd fight this, as the idea of being shut in a coffin—even for a moment in a music video—gave you anxiety, but in your current state, the idea made a shiver go through your spine.

The last scene was shot, you snuggled into Chris as he looked up into the camera and closed the door. For just a few moments, you remained just like that. Head on Chris's shoulder and hand on his chest, his arm around you and hand on your ass. You looked up at him and though you couldn't see it, he was looking down at you too.

Chris cleared his throat and tried to find something to say.

“Wow.” He stated, eloquently. You laughed quietly, knowing the camera was still filming.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached your hand up to find his lips. You heard Chris breathing harder as your fingers found his lips. You just started to shuffle closer when you heard a voice.

“That's a wrap for tonight guys. Everyone fuck off home, it's going to be another big day tomorrow.” David said, walking off and dismissing the crew. The crew (most of whom your were friends with) thought it would be funny to leave you both in there rather than helping you out. Which meant you had to untangle yourselves and find a way out.

Someone tapped the coffin twice.

“See you tomorrow guys!” the voice was Ricky. Then, quieter, “Don't have too much fun.” You could feel the smirk through the coffin.

“Motherfucker!” Chris yelled, and only get a distant laughter in response.

You heard nothing but Chris' heartbeat and your head rested on his chest.

For a second, you just looked up at Chris, unsure what to do. You wanted to tell him, but you were scared. You wanted to kiss him, but what if he freaked out, what if it was only for the video, and he was just another actor? But could you live with yourself if you didn't take the chance? Before you could do anything, Chris tried to pull his arm out from under you to push up on the lid of the coffin, and in doing so ended up half on top of you. Chris breathed in sharply as you felt what was most definitely not his leg pressing on yours.

“Ah, sorry, I just, uh, you know,” Chris laughed nervously before looking into your eyes, “You were too good too.” He meant to joke, but his emotions leaked out through the words.

“Trust me, if I was a man, I'd be apologising for the same thing,” you laughed, trying to ease into talking again, and letting Chris know it was all OK. “I mean, when you pulled me in and like, thrust into me? Fuck, I know you said you have moves but damn, you really have moves!” You joked—or tried to make it seem that way.

“I mean, I'm happy to show you more, if you want.” he said with a wink, leaning into it in a joking manner.

“Bold of you to assume I don't want that.” you returned. The joke slipped out, challenging him, but you weren't expecting his facade to drop as he looked at you with total sincerity.

“Y/N, I—I need to ask you something. Was this, ah, was this just for the video? Cause I could swear I felt something real, and I'm hoping it's not just because I want there to be.”

“I- Thank God I wasn't imagining it.” You smiled and pulled him in. But this wasn't like when the cameras where on you. This was soft. Hesitant. Fragile and delicate but determined to push yourself. Because you couldn't let this slip away. Him slip away. While you were aiming for just a short kiss, a peck, wordlessly checking it was OK, Chris had other ideas.

Suddenly his hands were in your hair, his lips on yours, and instead of passion, there was a soft declaration of love. Just taking time to memorize the feel of your lips. But you were both still worked up, and then the heat came in moments, the kiss like fire. As your tongues danced, Chris slid a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your ass as he grinded into your leg. You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“Chris,” you moaned, as he started to grind his cock against your clothed core.

“Dammit, how do you get this thing off?” He asked, tugging at your costume, and you laughed.

“Fuck, this stupid costume, we're gonna need to get out of here to get it off... Dressing room?” You suggested.

“I don't know,” Chris said darkly, breathing against your ear. “I was looking forward to fucking you right here in this coffin.”

The statement sent a shiver down your spine. Chris didn't miss this.

“I knew you thought this was hot too,” he said, voice low and leaving a hickey on the small of your neck. Chris slid his hand down to rub against your heat, and you bucked your hips into his hand immediately.

“Fuck, you're a lot darker than I gave you credit for, kitten.” Chris' low voice forced a whimper out of you. Then he stopped. “If I go too far, stop me, OK? I don't want to hurt you... well, unless you want me to.”

“Chris, if you stop now, I will fucking murder you.”

“Can't think of a better way to go.”

“Chris!”

With that, Chris tore the fabric connecting the top and bottom of the costume, sliding your panties off at the same time. Before you could even register the destroyed costume, his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit and you cried out.

“Yes! Just there!” You moaned, and Chris slowed his pace. You were about to protest when you heard the zipper of his of his pants. You reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he groaned as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit, I'm not going to last if you keep touching my like that, Y/N,” Chris moaned airily as he thrust into your hand.

“I'm only teasing you back, baby,” you smirked, letting go and kissing him harshly.

“Uh, I don't have a condom, are you OK with that?” Asked Chris, ever the gentleman.

“I'm on the pill, just fuck me, please.” The last word slipped out before you could stop yourself. As hot as this was, you knew your friend would never let you live this down.

“'Please?' Don't tell me,” Chris said, melodramatic, “you're a sub!”

“Chris, don't make me do it, don't ruin the moment.”

“I'm not ruining anything, all I'm saying is-”

“No,”

“that you have to beg.”

“I am not-” You stopped as Chris rolled on top of you, grinded his cock against your wet core, and bit the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Chris asked in a low voice.

You whimpered more as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Please Chris, I'm begging you, please fuck me!”

With that Chris thrust his full length into you without any warning.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the later only making the first more intense. Chris was far bigger than any other guy you'd had, both in length and width, and the stretch was perfection. You could've cum then and there when Chris hammered into you without waiting, groaning into your ear. The noises that man was making could drive you insane. Each thrust was deeper, and took you to a new level as you ran your nails down Chris's back, legs wrapping around him for more, more, more. You were in such a state that neither of you could even feel or hear the coffin jolting with each thrust. You wished you could see more of Chris, but the darkness of the coffin only heightened your other senses. Each thrust felt more powerful, as Chris hit your g spot without fail each time.

It wasn't long before you Chris stopped kissing your neck to groan into your ear, slowing his pace.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum,” He warned, asking without words what you were comfortable with.

“Cum in me,” you said without missing a beat, and you could've sworn the man whimpered a little. “Please.”

With that, Chris returned to his brutal pace, kissing your lips like he needed you like air. He pinched your nipple, and as a gasp escaped, Chris used this to his advantage for further access. After a moment, you felt his thumb toy with your clit again, slow circles getting faster, and as you felt yourself clench around Chris, the tightness in your stomach released and you felt ecstasy as you bucked wildly, desperate to stay in this moment. Just as you started to come down from your high, Chris released into you, losing control. You couldn't help but climb higher as the man you'd die for moaned into your ear, holding your hips and just losing himself into you.

You two cooled down, breathing hard against each other, the scent of sex heavy in the coffin. Though you could hardly see it, you could feel Chris looking into your eyes. Then his hand brushed some hair from your face and he kissed you sweetly, still inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. When the kiss ended, Chris slipped out, and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Y/N. How much I need you.” Chris's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast what took place mere moments ago.

“I feel like I could say the same. Chris, I-” You stopped yourself before you could say how you feel. Because even after all this, the fear remained. But Chris wasn't going to let that get in the way.

“You what?”

“I've liked you for the longest time.” You chickened out.

“Well, I've loved you for years.”

Even in the dark, you looked over at him.

“What?”

“I wrote this song for you, actually. I'm eternally yours. If you'll give me the honour of being so.”

“I love you.” Was all you could say before your lips crashed to his once more in the beautiful blackness.

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[talialovesmiw]

Chris Motionless x Reader

Shades of Purple

Part 1: Plum

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death/suicide, angst, mention of Ronnie Radke, fluff.

A/N: First chapter of a new series! Enjoy my loves 💜

Tag List: @skulliecadaver-blog @witchyweeb34 @cookiesupplier @raydenrrobertson @sakuracyberhex @beaker1636 @lyschko666 @black-damask1999 @synthetic-wasp-570 @jilliemiw86

Prologue: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/740513916349808640/shades-of-purple-prologue

Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/741516781730086912/shades-of-purple

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Y/N’s POV

January 1st.

The worst day of the fucking year.

I’ve always dreaded the new year.

At the start of every new year, an auction was held. What does the auction entail? A trade. Humans would auction off one and other to vampires in the promise of safety and money.

Why would humans do such a thing for safety? Simply due to the fact that in this world, vampires were the most powerful beings, and most hunted down humans.

Most humans would auction off young adults. According to studies, their blood was the most desirable to vampires. I’ve even heard stories of those who would trade in their small children. The younger the blood, the better the taste.

Unfortunately, being 23, I fit into that category.

When I was 7 years old, my mother was in a serious car accident, and she lost her life. My father couldn’t handle her death and hung himself in the garage just 3 days after. My grandparents didn’t have room for me, so I was sent off to foster care.

I was in and out of homes, people were never looking for anything permanent. It was hard. Every single time I had thought someone finally loved me enough to adopt me, they would turn away and return me back to foster care. It was heartbreaking.

At 16, that’s when I’d meet the two most greedy and mean individuals. Todd and Elizabeth.

As soon as they saw me, they adopted me. Not because they liked me and thought they could provide a loving home for me, oh no. According to them, I had the perfect look for auctions, and that I’d make them a lot of money through a trade.

That day, they took me and two other girls, Aurora and Estella, back to their home. We weren’t the only girls there. Todd and Elizabeth had been adopting teenage girls for years now. They were preparing them for auctions…

For the past 7 years, they put us on special diets to ensure our blood could be at its purest.

“Pure blood and beauty will ensure you’ll make a perfect prize darlings!” Elizabeth would tell us, making sure that our looks would remain “perfect”.

Once they had decided a girl was ready, they would take that girl to the annual auction, only for her to never be seen again.

This was how they got by, how they made their money and kept their status. It was sickening. It was twisted. It was cruel.

It was a shame. I had grown close with some of those girls, and it was heartbreaking seeing them meet their fate on January 1st. The girls were always so scared, and by the time that fateful day would come, all their life was drained from them. They seemed to be a shell of what they once were.

I remember one night before the auctions, a girl named Morgan had tried to escape the house. She was going to be traded off the next day, and she had grown sick of Todd and Elizabeth. The poor girl just wanted freedom. When Todd found her in the early morning hours, he had beaten her violently. She had bruises all over her body and yet, they still made her go to the auctions. One of the maids had put makeup over her bruises to hide them, and Morgan looked the same after that. You couldn’t even tell she was injured…

I was close with Aurora and Estella as well, we had grown up together in the foster care system. We went through a lot together. We shared secrets and gossiped about the homes we’ve been in. Whenever one of us was in trouble, we had each other’s backs. We were best friends. And we were all going to be auctioned off on the same day. It was terrifying.

“At least we’ll be together, right?” Estella asked in a hopeful tone, her long black locks falling over the side of her face as she hugged her knees to her chest. Estella had always tried to be optimistic about everything, she always kept her head up. She had beautiful light brown skin and chestnut eyes, they sparkled every time she smiled.

“I hope so. I wouldn’t want to go alone..’ Aurora said softly, brushing through her shoulder length ginger curls. She was more shy and soft spoken. She kept to herself around Todd and Elizabeth, she was afraid of getting yelled at by them. She had a love for animals and always seemed to have a connection with any animal she came across.

“Y/N, you’ve been awfully quiet. Are you alright?” Estella asked, turning her head to look at me.

I had been sitting on my bunk, staring at the wall, lost in thought. My mind was so consumed with what could happen at the auctions tomorrow. I was afraid. Tomorrow, my freedom would be completely stripped from me by evil individuals that wanted to use me. That included vampires.

“Sorry girls, I just have a lot on my mind right now..” I said, looking out the window, watching the rain pour down.

“It’s about the auction, isn’t it?” Aurora asked, sitting down next to me on my bunk.

“Of course it is Rory, I can’t stop thinking about it..” I said, looking down. “Our freedom is going to be gone tomorrow because these two assholes we call parents are greedy. They already have protection, now they just want money. They’re selfish, and they don’t give a fuck if our lives are at risk.” My tone was bitter and full of hate. I could feel angry tears prick the corners of my eyes. “Nobody deserves to be in this situation, yet we’re all stuck.”

“Maybe…we’ll end up with nice vampires? Maybe they won’t treat us poorly?” Estella said, trying to be positive. As much as I appreciated the optimism, it wasn’t helping.

“They’re vampires, Stella. They aren’t going to be nice. They only want one thing out of us, and that’s our blood. Nothing more, nothing less.” I said, my words coming out a little harsh. “Sorry…that came out a little harsh, but…it’s the truth.”

“No, you’re right Y/N…but at least none of us will have to go alone. At least we’ll be able to say goodbye to each other, right?”

“I don’t want to have to say goodbye to you girls, you’re my best friends!” Aurora whimpered, tears coming from her hazel eyes and down her freckled cheeks.

“This is a shitty situation we’re in, but hey, we’ll always love each other, right?” I asked, leaning forward. They both nodded. “At least we’ll know we have someone who cares, even when we’re at our lowest. We’ll always love each other no matter what!” I said, giving them sad smiles.

“Oh, she’s right, c’mere girls, group hug!” Estella said, pulling Aurora and I into a bone crushing hug. Estella had always given the best hugs.

I was going to miss these two so much..

…………………………………………………………

“Oh, you’re going to look absolutely gorgeous Y/N dear!” Cheryl, one of the maids, said in a cheerful tone as she did my hair.

Cheryl was my favorite of the maids. She was an older woman who had always shown me and other girls kindness. She gave good advice and took better care of us than Elizabeth and Todd ever could.

She put one more hair pin in my updo and turned the chair I was sitting in to look at the mirror of the vanity. “There we go, all finished. You look beautiful my dear.”

I gave Cheryl a small smile, “Thank you Cheryl. You did a wonderful job.”

“Of course dear! Let me go grab your dress.” She said with a smile, heading to the closet. She came back a few moments later, and handed me the dress. “Here you are. I’ll let you change.” She said, leaving the room to let me get dressed.

My eyes went to look at the dress. It was a beautiful purple evening gown. I had always liked the color purple, all shades of it. It always seemed to make me look good.

I slipped on the dress and looked at the mirror. My eyes widened when I saw my reflection. The dress was floor length and hugged my body in all the right places. There was a slit that went up to my mid-thigh. The plum shade of the gown looked stunning against my skin tone. I looked beautiful.

It was such a bittersweet moment. I looked good for all the wrong reasons. I was supposed to look good so that way I’d appeal to my future predator. I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed, looking down.

“Something the matter dear?” Cheryl’s voice came as she stepped back into the room. I looked over to see a look of concern on her face. “If you’re concerned about your looks, you look beautiful.”

I shook my head, closing my eyes. “It’s not that. I just hate today. I’m afraid of the events to come.” I admitted.

Cheryl approached me and put her hand on my forearm, “I know dear, the situation isn’t pleasant, but you must stay strong. Keep your head up.”

“I know, I’m trying…I’m scared, that’s all..”

“It’ll be alright dear, everything will work out in the end, I promise.” Cheryl reassured me, offering a gentle smile.

“I’ll miss you Cheryl. You were always my favorite maid here. You’ve been nothing but kind.” I said with a sad smile, trying not to tear up.

“Now now, don’t cry dearie. You’ll ruin your makeup. I’m not worth the tears.” She said, pointing her finger.

“Right, sorry.” I said, chuckling a little.

Cheryl smiled at me, shaking her head. “Come now, your parents are waiting.” She said, taking my hand.

Parents…

They didn’t deserve that title whatsoever.

Cheryl walked me into the living room for Todd and Elizabeth to be standing, waiting for me with the two girls I had called sisters. Estella and Aurora were wearing the same type gowns I had on, only Estella was in gold and Aurora in an emerald green.

“She looks perfect, Cheryl.” Todd said, Elizabeth nodding in agreement.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll be going now.” Cheryl said, turning to leave.

“Goodbye Cheryl..” I whispered, feeling the sadness take over. Cheryl gave me a sympathetic look before leaving the room.

“Let’s be going now, Y/N.” Todd said, dragging me along.

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Third person POV

He had arrived in his black BMW, pulling up to the valet. This was the first time he’d make an appearance at this event.

“Hello, and welcome to-“ The valet driver cut himself off when he saw who was in the car.

Christopher Cerulli.

The vampire who had never once appeared at this event.

He was reclusive, almost like a shadow. He had never cared for these types of events, or anything public really. He had always hid away, living silently in his estate. Nobody knew much about him, except for the fact he was rather wealthy thanks to family. He always seemed to be off the radar.

“Good evening, this is where I go for valet parking, I assume?” Chris asked, looking at the driver, his expression calm.

“Yes sir! Allow me!” The driver said rather nervously, allowing Chris to step out of his car. Chris handed him the keys, giving him a quick ‘thank you’ before walking up to the entrance.

“Strange, he was rather nervous. How odd.” Chris noted to himself, walking inside the building. He walked down the hallways, ignoring the stares others his presence brought and entered the main room.

Chris leaned against a wall, observing the activity in the room. Everyone was occupied with conversation of the bidding that was soon to come.

He wasn’t there for bidding on prey however. For what, though? He wouldn’t tell a soul. He knew he wouldn’t be taken seriously if he were to truly reveal that secret.

“Well well, look what the cat dragged in,” A voice spoke from Christopher’s left. He turned his head and a pit of disgust formed in his stomach.

“Radke. Good evening. Do you need something from me?” Chris asked, trying to remain polite.

Ronnie Radke. A vampire who was quite the opposite of Chris. Confrontational and cocky. He was rather full of himself too. He was one who enjoyed these auctions, always after new food.

“Yes, you can. Enlighten me. What the hell are you doing here?” Radke’s tone coming off rather nasty.

Chris scoffed, scanning his nails and not making eye contact with the other. “This is a universal event, no? All vampires are welcome to attend.”

“No one expected Mr. Gloom and Doom shadow boy to show, that’s all. Now, answer me. What business do you have here?” Ronnie said in an almost spiteful tone.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Chris said casually. That seemed to annoy Ronnie.

Christopher knew better than to indulge Ronnie in his business. He had always been one to put his nose where it didn’t belong.

“Lighten up, will you? I was only joking with you!”

“Who said I was offended?” Christopher’s tone was cool as he glanced over to see a fuming Ronnie.

“Have some wine, it’ll put you at ease.” Ronnie offered a glass of red wine. Perhaps if Chris drank, he’d spill the beans. Yeah, that was a good plan to Ronnie!

“No thank you. I don’t drink.” Chris said, shaking his head. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my number.” Chris had turned away, and left to get his number, leaving Ronnie dumbfounded.

“Fucking weirdo..” Ronnie spat bitterly under his breath.

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Y/N’s POV

Todd and Elizabeth had dropped us off at the entrance, leaving to go chat with other guests. They said to make sure we were in the holding room by 9:30 pm.

The only thing is…they didn’t tell us where exactly this holding room was..

The girls and I decided to split up and look for the room, it would take less time that way. At least…it seemed that way at first.

The building was huge! It felt like I was walking for ages with all the different rooms and hallways. There were so many people there. It almost made me feel claustrophobic.

It didn’t help that I could feel people staring at me. It was such an uncomfortable feeling. Their gazes were strong, some were even licking their lips. I knew who they were, and they knew who I was. The tension could be cut with a knife.

And now, I was lost.

Shit.

I looked at my watch to see the time.

9:21

Oh no…

I started running, hoping that whatever room I’d see would be the holding room.

I was running so quickly that I bumped into somebody. He turned quickly and grabbed my wrists, steadying me.

“Careful now, baby. Don’t want to get hurt now, do you?” He spoke.

Baby? What the fuck…

Whoever this was, he was already making my skin crawl.

“I-I’m so sorry!” I stuttered, feeling heat rush to my face from embarrassment. “I-I was just looking for the holding room..”

He raised a brow, “The holding room? That’s just a few doors down from here on the right.”

I let out a sigh of relief. I was close, thank god. “Okay, what a relief. Thank you!” I said, trying to release my wrists from his grip so I could leave. He wouldn’t let go.

“And where are you off to in such a rush? You’re not going to thank me properly? How rude..” He said, sounding offended.

“L-listen, I have to be in that room in a few minutes, I said thank you, so please let me go.” I pleaded, still trying to free myself. His grip only seemed to tighten.

“You really should be thanking me, you know. I saved you from falling AND told you where to go. You’re lucky I didn’t humiliate you for almost knocking over a vampire..”

Fuck, he was a vampire. I was screwed. I could feel myself shaking a bit. He seemed to enjoy my fear.

“You have a few minutes anyway, that’s plenty of time to repay me.” He lowered his head, his face getting closer to my neck.

“No, stop! Let me go!” I shouted, moving around and squirming as much as possible to try and break free. He was too strong.

His head was now below my own. His nose brushed against the skin of my neck, taking in my scent. I could feel his smirk against my neck. “Don’t fight it, sweetheart. This is what you humans were made for anyway. Now why don’t you be a good girl for me and-“

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but all vampires are prohibited from drinking human blood before the auctions, Radke.” A voice interrupted from behind.

A taller man stood behind us, crossing his arms. His hair was ink black and his skin was pale. His dark brown eyes scanned the other man as he held a calm yet smug look on his face. He was rather attractive..

“I’m in the middle of something, shadow boy. Do you mind?” The other sneered, glaring daggers.

“Huh, breaking the rules. Sounds like something you enjoy doing. However, I figured you’d know better than that considering you’ve attended more of these auctions than I have.” The taller one retorted. My attacker scoffed and let go of me.

“Tch. Making me miss out on a good meal..” He grumbled, storming away and leaving me alone with the black haired stranger.

“Are you alright?” He asked, approaching me as I rubbed my wrists.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little shocked. Thank you.” I said, smiling shyly.

“No worries. Radke has always been a pain in the ass to everyone.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“It’s a good thing you came when you did…I thought for sure he was going to kill me or something..” I said with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck.

“I wasn’t going to let that creep hurt such a pretty little thing such as yourself. You were only trying to get by. I swear, that man is always looking for trouble.” I blushed at his words, he was quite charming.“You were in quite a rush a few moments ago. Heading anywhere important?” He asked.

“I was heading towards the holding room…my parents are expecting me to be there at 9:30.”

“I see. Well, I’m sorry you were treated in such a way by that fool.” He said, shaking his head as if he were disgusted by the other man’s actions.

“No, don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault. I’m grateful you interrupted him.” I said, giving him a smile. He gave me a small smile in return, and I felt butterflies. He had such a pretty smile..

“You’re a kind girl.” He said before glancing at his watch. “I won’t hold you any longer as we both have places to be.”

Oh crap, I had forgotten to check the time!

9:26…

Uh-oh.

“Crap! I’m going to be late!” I said, panicking. “Thank you again for your help! It was lovely to meet you! Goodbye!” I said quickly, turning to walk away.

“Be safe, little dove.” He said softly.

Little dove…

I liked that.

“I will, thank you again!”

“Oh, one more thing..” The man said, catching my attention. I stopped in my tracks to look at him. “That’s a lovely shade of purple on you, darling.”

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[horrorolson]

To Be Yours (Deal pt2)

Part 1

The man, because he is a man now, (again?) reaches out, and you sigh as his hand brushes against your arm, real skin against real skin. You lean forward, your forehead meeting a solid chest made from flesh and bone, with a heartbeat beneath it. His arms come up to hold you against him, and they’re warm against your back. His head comes to rest atop yours, and you can feel the weight of it. His chest rises with each inhale and falls with each exhale that moves your hair just the slightest bit. You wrap your arms around him in turn, hyper aware of the slight scratch of his shirt against them, the way it scrunches beneath your hands.

You just stand there like that, just holding each other, until your feet start to hurt from standing still for so long. You shift between your feet, trying to be subtle, hoping he won't notice and let go of you.

After a minute of this he pulls back, raising an eyebrow in question. “My feet hurt.” You grumble in explanation, pushing your face back against his chest.

He laughs, pulling you closer against him, his arms squeezing you, strong, but obviously being careful with you. After another moment he pulls away, taking your hand. He leads you toward the sitting area, bypassing the couch and falling into the overstuffed chair you favor, pulling you down into his lap.

You smile and roll your eyes at his decision, though you certainly aren't going to complain. You settle into the chair with him, your legs thrown across his, your arms wrapped around his torso and head resting against his shoulder, your lips ghosting against the exposed skin of his neck. He sighs in contentment, one hand holding onto your legs, fingers spread across the skin of your thigh, the other moving to run through your hair, soothing you rather quickly to sleep.

After a few minutes of indulging in a good pout, perhaps even a slight mope, you pull yourself out of bed. As your brain finally starts to wake up a little, you realize you seem to have slept in your clothes from the night before and you can't seem to think of why you would have done that. In fact, now that you're actually thinking about it, you don't remember going to bed at all.

You wake the next morning tangled in the blankets of your bed just like every morning. You sit up, looking for Chris, wondering if the night before could have been just a dream. You flop back onto your mattress when you don't see him, glaring at your ceiling in your disappointment at waking up alone again.

You eventually wander toward the kitchen, in search of breakfast, and more importantly caffeine. You make it through the living room and are about to cross into the kitchen, when you freeze, backtracking as your brain catches up with your eyes.

Chris is asleep on your couch. While the couch is perfectly comfortable for you to lay on, Chris is taller than you by no small margin, leaving him almost comically squished onto the cushions. You stifle your laugh, thinking how sore he's going to be when he wakes up, and wondering why he didn't join you in the bed.

You turn and head back toward the kitchen, starting coffee, and taking stock of your breakfast options (you really should go grocery shopping soon). You settle for toast and spread, and a mug of coffee for yourself and the same for Chris, though you leave both his toast and coffee plain for now, not sure how he prefers them, or if he even knows himself.

You leave the food set out on the table and go to wake Chris. You kneel next to the couch, shaking your head again at how uncomfortable he looks. You reach out and brush a few strands of hair away from his face, quietly calling his name. His hand flies up to grab your wrist, his eyes snapping open. After a second he processes that it's just you and he relaxes, releasing your wrist, a smile sliding onto his face. You start to apologize but he shakes his head, waving it away. “Good morning.” He whispers into the space between you, his voice gravely from sleep, and you find yourself again wishing he was there when you woke up, though breakfast would have likely been much later in the day if he had been.

“I made breakfast.” You whisper back, “Well. I half made breakfast. I have no clue what you like to eat. So right now it's plain toast and black coffee.”

He laughs and unfolds himself from the couch, groaning as he stretches, his back making a truly impressive series of pops that you're certain would have made you lightheaded.

As he sets about fixing his breakfast to his tastes (you can't quite decide if he knows exactly what he wants or if he's just picking things at random), you sit and sip your coffee, feet propped up onto one of the spare chairs. After he finally seems finished and also sits, your curiosity finally gets the better of you, and you ask why he slept on the couch when he would have been much more comfortable in the bed.

He finishes chewing his bite of toast before responding, “You fell asleep, and I knew you'd be more comfortable in your bed. I didn't want to assume I would be welcome.”

You reach across the table and take his hand in yours. “It was very considerate of you, but I wouldn't have agreed to your deal, to be yours, if I didn't want you with me.” He squeezes your hand with a nod and a quiet, "ok." and you let go, both refocusing to your breakfasts.

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[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.”

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Free time before tour - Part 4 (Chris Motionless x Reader)

HELLO EVERYONE! I am finally back and writing. It took too long, I know. But I was just so incredibly busy. All it took me to write is to get sick and be stuck at home.

This is another part of the story. It is a longer one so I hope you like it. There will be one more part at least.

I am also working on a new project for you guys so it's all so exciting.

Let me know what you think about this part. Let me know what do you want me to write. Love you guys!

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Warnings! There is a graphic smut under the cut. You have been warned.

MASTERLIST         PART 1      PART 2       PART 3

Y/N's point of view

I am so tired. It really was a long day and we did a lot of things, more than we thought we would be able to. We got back to the house. Everyone is as tired as I am. Except for Chris. Or he looks better than the rest of us.

“I will take a shower.” I said to Chris when we got to our room.

“Yeah sure. Just don't put your pj on. I have a surprise for you. We will be leaving for the evening.” he smiles at me.

I don't question it. I know I can trust him more than anyone. I get excited about what he has in store for me.

I do as I am told. I don't know where we will go, what we will be doing so I am dressed ready for anything. Black jeans with a white dress shirt. You know, something I am comfortable in, something formal.

“I am ready.” I say to get Chris' attention. He is sitting on the bed with his phone. He looks up and smiles at me.

“I get some of your things in the car just so you know.” his slender fingers started to play with my arms. He was so tender and caring. It came to me so funny. I am with him all this time and still I miss him. “Let's go if you are ready.” he tells me after a moment of silence.

“How long will we be gone? Should I take something? And boys know?” I panic a little as I am guided outside of the building we are staying at.

“I said I put our staff in the car.'' His iconic laugh makes me more relaxed. I trust him, I just feel unprepared.

“Okay.” I give up and let him take me to the car that is waiting for us. “Boys also know?”

“Oh yeah. Don't worry they will not miss us that terribly.” he opens the door for me and waits for me to get in. Which I do and let him close the door behind me.

He gets in and starts the car. He is always the driver when we go somewhere. I mean I do have a license but after another driver pushed me off the road I tend to not like driving like I used to. I am just nervous and looking too much around me to drive. Also after the accident Chris makes it his task. We are both calmer that way.

When we pull out of the driveway I can see Sharon coming outside of the house. She looks beyond pissed. “Oh so you did tell everyone we are leaving?” I laugh.

“No.” Chris puts his tattooed hand on my knee. “I told the boys. That was the question.” We both laugh. I can tell he is not at ease in Sharon's company. As a band leader and artist he needs space and peace.

Everyone in the band needs that so the mood in the house was a little tense. It's nice to be away from it. As many of us as there are on tours we are all very similar people. We can have fun but we also need a little space of our own.

“She is not happy. We may not have to deal with it now but we will when we come back.” I sadly speak my mind and let Chris know I am on his side. “This little peace is worth it tho. I will talk to her when we come back.”

I am playing with Chris' fingers without paying it mind. It is so calming. His cold skin and the metal off his rings.

“You don't have to do anything. I spoke to Josh. He will deal with it in the morning. She is not staying.” He looks at me to reashore me. “I will make sure everyone is comfortable. You no longer have to worry about her.”

“You want to go on tour without Josh's assistant?” I ask because I want to know. I want to support his decisions.

“We did that before. The assistant was in mind to make things easier, not harder. Josh is not happy with her anyway. I just speeded up the process. It doesn't change anything.” he takes my hand in his and just holds it.

“I am not worried.” I let him know and just closed my eyes. I am enjoying the ride. “When will you let me know where we are heading?” I change the subject of conversation.

“We are almost there. It is not far. I just wanted to take you away from all the noise. To rest, with me.” he let me know.

“Thank you.” my heart is beating faster. All that means so much to me. The fact that he knows what I enjoy and he goes the extra mile for me. What we have is really special. And I am ready to do the same for him. No matter what he needs. I am here.

“You don't have to thank me for anything.” I feel the car stop. At first I thought that we were at a red light but he stopped the engine. “You have to get up, love” I laugh and do as he says. When I get out of the car I am in front of another house. A little different from where we are staying with the band. It is beautiful. A little bigger even.

“Come on.” Chris reaches for me and guides me to the door. “We will be staying here tonight and tomorrow.” He opens the door for me and locks them back when we are inside.

“You didn't have to do this, Chris.” I feel bad. Did I make him think I was unhappy with the band in the other house? Maybe I made it look like that. “This is too much.”

“Come here.” He drops our back on the floor and takes me in his arms. “We have been busy and you have given my band all your time. You accepted these children no matter what. You train in style you never performed in and write for my band. You need this. We need this. A little moment from all that craziness. Before the other starts. I know you are tired. And I know you miss us. I feel the same. This is not too much. This is barely enough.” After his little speech he buries his face in my neck. This little cuddle is sweet.

“They are my band and my responsibility as well Chris. If you guys want me to be part of it. Even if you don't, I understand. The band is your family. And I don't need to be part of it to love it as much as you do.” I run my fingers through his raven hair.

“You are part of the band. It scared me a little at the beginning. With the boys and how they will accept you. If they scare you. I wanted this to work so much. And it did immediately. Boys love you. Fans love you.” he lets go of me a little to look into my eyes. “I love you.”

I want to be as close to him as possible. I just need to feel him hold me close so I can feel as safe and as accepted as he only knows to make me feel. “I love you so fucking much.” Chris doesn't let me finish. Just grabs me and kisses me. There are so many emotions passing through us right now. “And the band. And the fans. All of it.” I goucky say when he pulls away. I know where this is going and I am more than happy with it. I just want him to know.

“Yeah yeah. They are all just so lovable.'' He makes sarcastic remarks. “I think I am just gonna focus on us now.” he lifts me up and carries me inside. He knows this place. Must have been here when he left for a moment. “Now look at that.”

I turn my head and see a pool light up inside. I am amazed. It looks so pretty. It's not a pool for swimmers. It's a lot smaller which makes it romantic in a way. There is a bar in its proximity. A few chairs with a TV set up.

“Well haven't you planned it out amazingly.” I smile at him when I turn back in his arms. I steal another kiss from him before he puts me down, not breaking it.

“Let me get you a drink.” he breaks the kiss but still holds me close to him. “Get in the water for me in the meantime.” he lets go of me and goes to said bar.

“If only I knew what was the plan I would bring a swimsuit.” The room is not big enough for Chris to not hear me across.

“We will not be needing them here. Do as you were told.” he turns to look at me. “Be good. Go on.” His eyes make me want to jump in. He is in the mood and I am more than needy. I miss his touch and attention.

So I do as I was told. I slowly walk in the water. It is not warm but not cold. It is nice this way. I can relax like this.

“Look at you.” I turn around to see Chris watching me closely. “How did I miss you. And you are so good for me.'' He takes his pants off which is the last article of clothing he has on. With drinks in hand he follows me into the water.

“Thank you.” I took one drink from him. It is alcohol. Some time of brandy. I like the smell. “What are we drinking for? Another successful tour?” We are close enough for our skin to touch. His tattoos shine on his pale skin. He is beautiful. Water reflects his eyes and his deep stare into mine.

“That's too far ahead. Let's drink for this trip.” he tells me.

“This trip? We drink it without the band?” I let him grab a hold of me and pull me closer. I am much smaller so he sits down with me inside the pool.

“I mean this little trip. Our little piece of heaven. We will enjoy it, trust me angel.” And so we drink to it. It is nice. I put the glass at the edge of the pool when I felt Chris' lips on my neck. I sit in his lap and let him do with me as he pleases.

“Are you the owner okay with us doing this in his pool?” I ask between moans. My will to be respectful and not do this at a place like this is losing all its power.

“I am sure he will be okay with this.” Chris gets up and turns me around. I know what he wants and I comply. “There you go my good little girl.” He gets behind me as I put my hands on the edge of the pool for support.

My y/h/c is in a way for Chris to access my neck. His body is pressed against mine. I can feel his breath against my neck even with the hair. With his first move he gets access to back off my neck by pulling my hair at a side. His lips ghost on my skin. Makes me let the breath out I didn't realize I was holding.

“I missed your taste.'' I hear a growl that comes from his chest.

His big hands travel from my waist to my chest. Fingertips brushing against my hardened nipples. One of my hands meets his. I love this sensation. All of his attention is on me. I wouldn't be able to notice if someone had walked in. My mind is focused on one thing and one thing only.

I back my ass into him. I know what I am doing. And it is working. I can feel his body respond to me. “Don't misbehave.” A strong warning is given but I don't move away from him.

“Please.” I try a different tactic. I am used to us taking our time with things like this. We can go for hours before he penetrates me. I love the way he is and how he guides me through our passionate hours. But it has been so long since we could do something like this.

“I missed you.” I plead again.

His hands let go of my body and travel into my hair. He makes me look at him before he grips my neck. Just one of his hands is enough to get a hold of me. Even if I struggled it would not work. And I enjoy that as well. I sometimes love putting up a fight to make him tame me in a way.

“I know baby doll. I neglected you.'' His hold on me is firm. It lets me know that he is in control. And I love every second of it. “So I will let this little misbehavior go without notice. But don't think that you don't have to behave.” After he scolded me he allowed me to kiss him.  Before I can get greedy he pulls me away by the hold he has on my neck.

Never letting go of me his other hand travels to the place I need him the most. His fingers tested my folds and when he got pleased by how my body responded to him he dived into my heat.

“Oh well look at you.” His whisper in my ear is followed by his wet lips. That makes me whimper and move from him. My ears are so sensitive and he knows that. That is why he is testing me like this. He knows I want to be good for him but this can be too much.

“Be good.” the hand that is resting on my neck gets a better grip. Making me move by his lead. When I am back in place his fingers that are hiding in my debts move faster.

“Chris.” I moan out. I can't hold back anymore. “Please. You are gonna make me cum.” I protest. I don't want to yet so I try to move again.

“Where do you think are going, hmm.” his grip on my neck makes me dizzy. My attems fall back unsuccessfully. The pressure I feel is getting too strong. “Let go. Make me proud. Come on.”

I lose all control over my body and I orgasm. My neck is now almost free. I need to take a breath and Chris knows that. When I come back to myself I feel his touch on my breast. My body is fully supported by Chris'.

“There is my good girl. What do we say?” He is so close to me. I can feel his breath on my face.

“Thank you.” I lean with my face into his. His lips drag on my skin by that action.

“Thank you, what?” His dominant hand is back on the roots of my hair. Grabbing me. Making me comply.

“Thank you, Master.” I know my manners. I also know my partner. If we started like this without me having to hold back I know it will be a long night.

“There is my good bunny.” he smiles into the kisses he is leaving on my skin. Slowly traveling lower into my neck. “I love your neck. So soft. It makes me wanna grab you and never let go.” His breathing got faster. He is like an animal wanting to mark me and it is the next thing he does. His teeth are sharp.

“Don't fight it.” He lifts me up so I can not move from him anymore. “You are not strong enough.  Just let go.” After being warned his teeth finds my soft skin again. It hurts but just enough to make me feel warm in my core again. Moaning again. I can't control myself around him. I tried so many times.

“There we go bunny.” a soft kiss on the marked skin makes me wince. There is going to be a purple mark in a couple of hours. I will have to hide it with a hoodie. Chris knows that I love when he does this but at the same time I want to look professional. So he never marks me to heigh for me to hide them.

Our relationship is full of passion but is built on trust and understanding.

“Now come here, bunny. Let me see you.'' He goes down so we are submerged in the water. The coldness feels so good against my warm folds. I moan a little at the feeling. “Does it feel good, bunny? Hmm.”

My body falls into his arm. It makes me turn to face him. “Answer me, bunny. How does it feel? Use your words. Come on.” his eyes are staring into my souls yet I never felt safer in my life.

“It feels so good, master. Makes me want you more.” I let my arms snake around his neck. I want to be close to him but I let him call the shots. He knows me well enough to give me what I need.

“Lean back. Let's get you wet fully, bunny.” I do as I am told and it feels amazing. When I am back in his arms I see his smile. “Now give me those plump lips.” Pulled into him his lips take mine. Hip lip rings are cold and take my attention. I know he loves it when I play with them. Suck on them.

“Oh you want to suck on me, hmm. Come here then.” he lets go of my body and stands up. He is tall enough for me to be able to please him in the pool.

His hand tilts my head back. “Do you want this?” He knows but teasing me is too much of a fun for him.

“Yes, please. Let me. I was good. Please, master.” he knows I love doing this. I want to make him enjoy himself with me. That is my only task right now.

“No, bunny. You have not been good. You Have been all over the place today. Don't lie.” his fingertips brush against my lips. I use this opportunity to kiss them. After I hear his hum I continue. One finger after the other.

“Let me make it up to you master, please.” He is going to let me suffer here until he is satisfied with his teasing.

“You want to make it up to me, bunny. Open.” I do as I am told again and he puts two of his fingers in my mouth. I don't close yet. I wait for him. “Good girl. Now show me what you wanna do to make it up to me.” That is when I close my mouth around him. I give him a good suck. Letting my tongue play with his fingers.

Even when my eyes are on Chris' face I can see that his big member is getting hard. I take pride in that. Letting out a little moan but never stopping sucking on his long fingers. In the beginning I had trouble taking his fingers and his huge dick but he has been training me. I still have issues sometimes but he is patient with me.

“Make it up to me, bunny.” he lets his fingers out of my mouth. Taking his member in hand instead. “Show me you are sorry.” I open my mouth again. To give him the satisfaction of seeing himself disappear in me. “You're gonna need to open a lot more for me, bunny.”

I do and he lets himself in on my tongue. His size always amazes me. Like he gets bigger every time. I let him take the lead. He is very slow. Allowing me to take as much as I can. I know he is enjoying himself. I love the noises he makes when I am pleasing him.

“Relax, bunny.” he spoke to me before he acted. “Tilt your head. There.” Getting me in a better position before he pushed himself fully into my throat. Trying to relax as much as possible my eyes started to tear up. “There you go. My good little bunny.” Chris' finger brushing my tears away he stayed in place. His heavy member was resting in my throat. I was enjoying it as much as he did. I loved him. All of him.

“And out.” he pulled himself out of my mouth. I caught a little but still looked at him. “You are doing so well, bunny.” He was looking at me lovingly as he pumped himself. “Tell me, bunny, are you loving this? You look so eager. Do you want me back in your throat?”

“Yes, I do. Please let me.” Looking at his penis my mouth watered. I loved doing this.

“You love it so much you forget your manners again, bunny.” Making me look back at him I realized. “Keep your pretty y/e/c orbs on me, bunny. Don't forget yourself.”

“I am sorry, master.'' Being a good girl I make puppy eyes that he can not resist.

“Open up, bunny. I am not done with you.” Eager to do so I let him fuck himself by my mouth. The sweet is glittering on his skin. He looks like an angel. Before I know it he beats himself in my throat again as he comes in warm thick streams. I swallow all of him.

I look at him trying to collect his thoughts. I let him. It took me more than just a moment to collect myself. In the meantime I clean him up nicely.

“My good little, bunny.” he sits down by the poolside with me in my arms. “You did so well. Making me so proud.” I want to be as close to him as possible. I take a lead and kiss him. I know when I can push him and when to just let him have his way.

“Look what you did, bunny.” He preast me in his lap to make me feel how hard he is again. “Come here. Let me take you.” Parting my legs and probing my sweet spot with his pink head was next. “There there.” I sit at him fully but that makes me squik. “Breath, bunny.”

I take a moment to adjust to him. The burns make me wanna cum again but I hold myself. Chris took my chest into inspection in the meantime. Massaging my breast. Pinching my nippless. He makes it so hard for me to focus. I have difficulty with all the stimulation. Chris is loving it. Reading me is like an open book. Taking one of my hardened nippless into his mouth.

I take action into my hands and start to ride him. I have to take it slow because of his size.

“Look at you go, bunny. My good girl.” He starts to meet my thrust with his hips.

“Chris fuck.” I can no longer control myself. I feel like I should be ashamed of my actions but it has been so long.

“I have been so busy, bunny. I know. Enjoy this like a good girl. Take what I have. All of it.” His arms close on me, bringing me closer to him. His lips devour my neck again. “Don't fight against it, bunny. Make me happy. Cum again.”

Being this close to him everything feels more intense. I want to hold it and cum with him. “Slow down.” I breathe out. Trying to get a hold of myself. Chris doesn't do it. He wants to have me fucked out on him. “Honey.” I try to speak again but it is in wail.

“Do it, bunny. Cum. Don't make me do it for you.” He doesn't slow down. Only gets a better hold of me to make sure I can't stop.

“It's too much.” I keep on complaining until I reach my top. I let out a scream and threw my head back. Only then Chris stops slowly.

“There she is.” I am being held in the position for a moment before he brings me back to him. “Come, bunny, give me a kiss.” With him still bearded deep inside me I comply.

“There is my good girl. I am gonna take you upstairs and stuff you like a good bunny you are.” I try to argue but in his hold I can not. When he feels my attempt he trusts himself into me.

“Chris.” I scream as I feel him go impossibly deep inside my folds.

“Be good or I will make you. Remember who is your halder, bunny. We have a lot of catching up to do.” He gets up from the water with me in his arms. “I am gonna fuck you out of your mind little one. Don't make me break you first.” his growl is heard through the walls.

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Busted - Chris Motionless Smut

A light cry escapes your lips when there is a knock on your hotel door, ripping you away from the orgasm that you were just falling over the edge of.  You were so close and now you are having to wrench the toy out of yourself with a sigh.

“Give me just a minute, I am just getting out of the shower,” you call.  Trying to buy yourself a few moments to collect yourself before you have to answer.  You finally have time off and one of the bastards has to interrupt your alone time.. The alone time that you desperately need.  Luckily right before you started you had showered so your hair is still pretty wet, making your lie somewhat believable.  You slip a shirt on and quickly throw on a pair of shorts before you rush to answer the door, being greeted by Chris standing in front of you.

“Oh, hey. What is up Chris?” you ask, trying not to look annoyed, or to let it show that you were just getting yourself off to the thought of being underneath him, lightly moaning his name as you fucked yourself with a toy in your hotel room.

It’s not your fault that he is so fucking attractive, that he likes to keep fucking around with the microphone stand on stage… that his makeup lately has gotten more and more attractive in your opinion.  And that fucking purple hair, you don’t know why it is so fucking hot to you, but it is.  

“The guys all went off somewhere, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out or something.  If not it is no big deal, just figured we both were staying behind so,” he says, giving you a smile.

“Uh yeah sure, we can find a movie and watch it,” you say, opening the door up more to try and let him in.

He walks in and takes a seat in one of the chairs in your room, watching you walk in before glancing away from you… suddenly turning bright red and glancing away from where he was looking, making you wonder what the hell just happened.  You quickly look towards your bed where his eyes were and instantly turn red, covering your face with your hands as you realize what he just saw.

“Oh my fucking god, Chris, I-sorry.  I thought I put it away, fuck.  This is so embarrassing, I am so sorry, shit,” you start rambling, rushing to put the dildo that you had left out on your hotel bed away in your suitcase.  Embarrassed to the point of almost tears, wishing the ground would eat you alive right now.  You swear you put it away, how the hell did you forget to do so when you were in your suitcase before answering the door.

“Did I interrupt something? I can leave if you need me to,” he says, glancing over at you.  Feeling almost as uncomfortable as you are right now, both of you struggling to figure out what to say or do next.  

“Uh no, that’s fine.  We can skip to the movie and pretend that this never happened,” you answer, refusing to look at him. “I don’t want us to be awkward, fuck I’m so embarassed right now.” You mumble, glancing down at your feet before taking a seat on the bed and grabbing the tv remote.

“Why, we all do it.  It’s just easier for us guys…. So did it do the job or do you want some help?” He asks, glancing over to you out of the corner of his eye.  Hoping that you might take him up on this offer, allow him to help you get the relief you clearly needed… and get himself some much needed relief as well.  Especially now when he saw that, and the thought of you fucking yourself with the toy has him slightly worked up, has him half hard if he is being honest, but he won’t say that outloud.  Fuck, he would be lying if he said that he didn’t find you attractive, he wouldn’t be against doing things with you if you let him.

He notices how stiff you go when you hear his words, that you tense on the spot and look like you have no clue what to think, how to respond.  Your eyes get large as you process what was just said, the shock visible on your face.

“I-I’m sorry, what?” You ask, there is no way that you just heard his question right, that he just offered to help you get off.

“I asked if you wanted some help.  Sometimes it is better to let someone else get you off than yourself, and we could help each other relieve some stress and relax? I help you, you help me and then we act like it didn’t happen…. Shit I shouldn’t have asked, pretend that I didn’t.  This is a bad idea,” he says with a groan, his hand now running through his hair in frustration and embarrassment.

You know this is stupid, that there is no way that you should say yes to this, let him touch you like this when you already have a crush on him.  But part of you wants to say yes, recognizes that this could make things messy, but when would you have this chance again? 

“I, I mean okay.  If you wanted to, just two friends helping each other out right? It doesn’t have to be anything weird.  So I mean, if you want to we can,” you respond.  This time you are watching him, waiting to see how he responds. Praying that he takes the initiative and does something, anything because you know that you could never make the first move yourself. You can see the wheels turning in his head and can't figure out what he is thinking, it is making you anxious.

“Yes, two friends helping each other,” he says softer this time.  You can see the bulge forming in his pants and debate going over to him to help try and relieve it, but you just can’t bring yourself to make that first move.

A few moments later, after both of you sit there awkwardly and don’t acknowledge each other he mumbles a fuck it and makes his way over to you.  You glance up at him from where you are sitting, him towering over you as he stands in front of you.  A couple seconds of him just standing there and he moves to sit right next to you.  Instantly grabbing the back of your head and crashing your lips to his, no hesitation, no holding back.  You give in almost immediately, letting him take what he wants from you when his tongue meets yours, clashing and harsh as the two of you search for the pleasure the other could bring.  

His hands quickly settle on your waist, one slipping up underneath your shirt before he gets annoyed and just lifts it off of you, groaning when he realizes you have no bra on.

“Can I ask you something, were you doing this when I knocked on your door? Is that why you didn’t answer the door right away?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours as one of his hands starts to toy with one of your nipples, bringing it to a stiff peak and making you shudder from how sensitive you currently are.  When you don’t answer he pinches it rather harshly. “I asked you a question.”

You whine, enjoying the sting but not wanting to admit it to him. “I, yes.  I was so close when you interrupted me,” you admit, throwing your head back when he lightens his touch, moving his fingers to your other one, leaving teasing touches around it. You squirming in your place, feeling so sensitive that you could almost finish just from him playing with your tits, why does that feel so good when he does that?

“What were you thinking about while you were fucking yourself? Were you thinking about someone?” He asks you, his lips now nipping at your ear while he speaks.  

You let out a shuddered breath, not wanting to admit to him that it was him that you were thinking about but scared if you don’t answer him that he will stop what he is doing and that idea scares you even more at this point.

“I-fuck-I was thinking about you, pretending that it was you who was fucking me, not the toy,” you admit, regretting your words the second that they left your mouth.

His hands still for a moment, one of them moving to push you down onto your back while he settles himself over the top of you, watching you with half lidded eyes.  Just hearing you say those words could have just made him cum in his pants, hearing that you were thinking of him touching you, fucking you.  That you want this too, fuck, you are going to be the death of him.

He slips his own shirt off before his face is in your neck, leaving kisses along your throat while one of his hands snakes down your torso, settling on your shorts.  He dips his hands below the waistband right as he starts sucking a mark into your skin.

The groan that he lets out when he feels you, feels how wet you are is the most sinful thing you have heard in your life, the most erotic and you pray you never forget how it sounds. He peels his lips away from your throat, bringing his fingers away from your folds to look at it, noticing the sheen of your arousal on them.

“Fuck, you’re so, thinking of me touching you got you this wet.  Fuck,” he says, glancing at your face before his gaze returns to his fingers, slipping them into his mouth so that he can taste you.  Making sure that you are watching him do so, that you can see just how much he is craving you like you are him.

“Can I, I want to use the toy on you.  Make you come with it before I fuck you and prove to you that the real thing is better, can I do that, please?” He asks you, making sure that your eyes meet his, that you can see how much he desires you right now.

When you nod your head he slowly lifts himself away from you, stepping towards your suitcase to pull the toy back out before settling by your feet.  Silently urging you to spread your legs and let him see how wet your cunt is before he slowly slides the dildo inside of you, being met with absolutely no resistance.  

You throw your head back against the mattress when he begins to slowly, teasingly, slide the toy in and out of you, making you ache for more.  Your hips are bucking to try and get more from the toy when he doesn’t give it to you.

“You like that, it’s not enough though is it? Beg for it, beg me to fuck you with it,” he demands, watching you closely when you let a little whine out.  He wants to see you give in, let him take charge and take care of you.  Wants to hear how much you want it.

“I, please Chris, I, I need more.  Please will you?” You ramble, struggling to form a coherent thought as he continues to barely rock the toy inside of you, tormenting you with how slow he is being.

“Please what?” He asks, eyes meeting yours as you let out another whine.

“Please, fuck me with it Chris,” you mumble, covering your face with your hands because you feel shy asking, no begging him for what you need right now.

The second the words are out of your mouth he thrusts the toy inside of you roughly, starting a pace that makes your toes curl almost instantly.  It feels so much better with him doing it to you, he is able to get it deeper and harder than you can yourself.  You throw your head back and close your eyes, feeling yourself get closer to the edge, but not quite there.

One of your hands subconsciously settles on your breast, pinching and kneading your nipple yourself without realizing what you are doing.  Seeking out more pleasure than you are already receiving, craving touch there.

“Oh shit, that is hot.  Yes, play with your tits for me,” Chris groans, watching you do so for a few moments, overtaken by the thoughts that the sight of you is bringing him right now. 

You listen and continue, letting out a gasp when you feel his thumb from his free hand begin to circle your clit, unable to ignore just how close you are now.  Everything is getting to be too much, you just want to cum.

“Fuck, please, I’m close,” you whine, shifting your hips while seeking out the release that you need.  

“Okay, let go. Cum for me,” he groans, watching you closely as you do.  Your chest heaving, your legs clenching, you panting as you breathe through it, letting out sounds that will haunt his wet dreams for months while continuing to fuck you through it until you start to come down from the high. 

When you come down and nudge him away he leans back over you, giving you a kiss while he chuckles, watching you open your eyes.  “Welcome back, now, should I show you how much better my cock is than this toy? Ruin it for you so that you will always think of me when you get yourself off from now on?”

You can’t find the words to speak so you just nod, giving him your permission to keep going.  

“On your hands and knees for me,” he says, moving to slip his jeans and underwear off while you do as he asks.  Him admiring your ass while you get into the position he asks you to, no hesitation on your part.  Makes him want you that much more seeing how submissive you are for him, maybe you two need to do this more than just this time.  

Clearing those thoughts from his head he kneels on the bed behind you, one hand settling on your ass as he gives it a light slap before it moves, settling on your hip as he helps position himself, barely nudging the tip in before stopping.  You instantly whine, growing desperate you rock your hips back into his, forcing him to enter you further as you take him inside of you completely.

“Needy little thing aren’t you, I don’t even have to do any work,” he breathes out, watching you begin to work yourself on his cock.  He lets you do so a few more times before his grip on your hips tighten and he thrusts harshly inside of you, taking the charge from you while setting a relentless pace, taking you hard and rough in ways that you have never experienced before.  

Your mind shuts off while you focus on how great he is making you feel, on how hard and deep his thrusts are inside of you, touching you in ways you have never been touched before.  You never would have thought that you would enjoy being taken so roughly, enjoy letting a man use your body for what he wants.

His fingers find themselves around your throat, applying light pressure around it. Another first that you are enjoying way too much, he isn’t even cutting off your breathing but just knowing he can has you growing even wetter, if that's possible, around his cock.

“Fuck, I’m getting close y/n.  Touch your clit, make yourself cum around me,” he says, moving his hand to grab yours, making it settle between the apex of your thighs.  Encouraging you to do as he asked, which you do without a passing thought.  Feeling yourself grow close, starting to clench around him as you come closer and closer to the edge. 

His hand finds its way around your throat again, this time applying more pressure and that does it for you.  The stimulation of him fucking you, rubbing your clit and now that is too much, making you cum abruptly, with no warning around him.  You tighten and clench around him, milking his cock as you finish with a loud moan, unable to help yourself as you are hit with the strongest orgasm you have felt in your life.

A few moments later you feel him pull out of you, hear him panting as he jerks himself, finishing on your back with another groan before letting himself fall next to you on the bed.  Both of your chests heaving as you catch your breath from what just happened, as your minds begin to realize what the two of you just did together and it all hits you.

A few moments later Chris speaks up, “I’m going to get something to clean you, I’ll be right back.”

He returns with a towel and helps wipe the mess off your back for you, not wanting you to try and miss some or to stretch too much, because after how rough he was with you he’d be shocked if you were not sore soon.

Both of you lay there, quiet for a moment while you try to come up with what to say, with what you think and want.  Finally he breaks the silence.

“So, I know this is out of order but am I allowed to take you on a date the next time we have a day off?” He asks, glancing at you with a shy smile that makes you giggle.

“Of course you can… but don’t think that you are going to get any again any time soon, I think I may be slightly out of commission for awhile,” you joke, moving to give him a soft kiss.  “I’m kind of glad that you caught me, would have made sure you did sooner if I knew it would lead to this.”

“I’m glad I caught you too,” he says with a laugh.

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[windhamsrotunda]

With Those Angel Eyes - Chris M.

(picture of Chris is NOT mine, credits goes to the original owner).

Pairing: Chris Motionless x Female! Reader

Summary: It's late at night and you decide to facetime your boyfriend when he's away on tour.

Warnings: Language, Fluff / Sexual Themes, SMUT, Fingering, Jack Off! Facetime Sex! Flustered!Chris, Visuals, Edited, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: LONG

Tagging: @abadamn and @pitiful-anonymous-vampire

Your mind surrounded the thought of wanting to facetime your boyfriend, Chris late at night. Your eyes focused on the contact's name you put into your phone. "Christopher 🖤".

How would he respond to your facetime request, especially this late at night? What if you wake him up?

Fuck it. We're doing it.

You positioned your camera on your phone, and pressed "Facetime Christopher 🖤".

You rested your calloused hands on your face, and waited for an answer. Without expecting it, Chris answered the phone.

"Hey babe." He greeted over FaceTime, lightly rubbing his eyes.

"Hi baby. Did I wake you?"

"Nah, you didn't. I was just taking a shower. Another concert finished." Chris chuckled, resting his palm on the side of his face, giving you a content look.

Your black lipstick covered lips curled into a smile, you tapped your fingers onto the surface of the bed as you gave out a sigh.

Chris was laying in his bunkbed on the tour bus, half covered up in his blankets as you saw parts of his tattooed arms and chest area over FaceTime.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his bottom lip puffed out and eyebrows furrowed.

"I can tell you anything, right?"

"Of course you can."

You hid half of your face in embarrassment, your cheeks began to turn a rosy pink while you were gathering your thoughts together. An awkward silence broke, he patiently waited on what you were going to tell him. Chris was most known for being a patient guy when he was talking with his best friends, bandmates, or even you.

Twiddling your thumbs, Chris gazed through the screen with no judgement on his face at all.

''It's okay, Y/N. I can be on the phone with you all night, I wouldn't mind doing so.'' He stated to you, running hands through his bleached blonde hair.

''U-uhh, is there anyone with you right now?'' You randomly asked out of the blue, feeling a bit panicky because of what happened last time between you and him.

He looked behind him

''Nope. No one.'' He replied.

''Not even your band mates?'' You chuckled nervously, swiping a hand through your h/c hair.

Remember when you and your boyfriend got caught having sex by the rest of the band?

You have.

***FLASHBACK***

''Mhh, fuck Y/N!'' Chris moaned, his hips aligning with yours, your head arched back hitting the wooden headboard.

''F--fuck!'' You exclaimed,

''K-k-keep going, please---''

Justin, Vinny, Ryan, and Ricky all happened to walk in at once, one of them had froze up. Which was Justin.

''What in the---''

Chris dead stopped, and looked back like a deer in the headlights at a laughing Vinny, a screaming Justin, along with Ryan and Ricky standing there with their mouths hanging open.

''OOO, CHRISTOPHERRR I'M CALLING YOUR MOTHER,'' Vinny yelled dramatically, laughing and pointing at him.

Your face flushed a deep red, quickly covering you and Chris up.

''I thought the door was locked?'' He whispered while he gave you a stern glare, ignoring the comment Vinny just made.

''I thought it was also---''

Justin cut you off,

''Next time, leave the door locked, will you? 'Cause you almost gave us a heart attack!''

***END OF FLASHBACK***

''Y/N?''

''Earth to Y/N.''

''Oh, right. Sorry babe.'' You snapped out of your thoughts, feeling a bit embarrassed from zoning out on him.

Chris chuckled, sitting up from his bunkbed, revealing his mesmerizing tattoos on his chest that was no longer covered by the blankets.

Fuck.

''I promise there is no one here, I checked already while you were daydreaming. Besides, it won't be like last time if you know what I mean.'' He commented, giving a charming smile to you.

Right.

Your heart began to skip beats in and out of your chest, it's been quite a while since you and Chris had a sexual encounter with each other. You didn't want to be caught and humiliated ever again by some people----

''So, uhh, Chris. What do you think about FaceTime sex?''

You did not just go there, what the fuck Y/N? you thought.

''I actually never done it with anyone. If I had to do it with anyone, it would only be you, guaranteed.'' He laughed under his breath.

You couldn't believe him.

You just couldn't.

''Let's pretend I have never brought up the subject, and move forward with a normal conversation. Yeah, disregard what I just asked--''

He cut you off short of your sentence, you saw him run a hand down the side of his hair again.

Damn you.

''Uh, Y/N? are you sure you want to proceed with a normal conversation instead? You know I am up for anything, anytime, anywhere.''

Your mind was now racing quicker than your heart, you brought the topic up, and now you have to keep your word. Well--

A creaky sound came from the call, it was Chris getting up quickly from his bunkbed, you could hear him mutter something quietly to himself.

''What was that?'' You scratched your head.

''Oh, I was going to request something very dumb for you to do, since you wanted to do FaceTime sex.'' He snickered.

''Well, spill it babe.'' You urged while you felt your legs spread apart, seeing your boyfriend this flustered made you question humanity.

An abbreviated sigh came out of him, he tilted his head back up to give you the attention you've been craving from him.

''I'm going to count to the start of ten and go down from there. I want you to pleasure yourself in any way you do when I am not there. Pretend that your fingers are my cock. No questions asked.''

You nodded, and proceeded to do so.

He switched the camera view to aim down on one of his large, tattooed hands appearing to be resting on the surface of a kitchen counter.

''Ready?''

''Yeah.'' You uttered, biting down on your bottom black lipstick covered lip, watching your boyfriend's hand grip the edge of the marble kitchen counter, then lazily sliding it off of the counter as both of his tattooed covered hands now appearing in the camera. You weren't able to see what his facial expression was because he didn't have it aiming at his face. All you could see and hear were his large hands getting into position to count, and his heavy breathing in the background. Oh, how you wanted those hands all over your body.

''Ten.''

You inserted one of your fingers inside your wet, pulsating garden.

"Nine."

Picking up the pace of your rhymtic finger, you slid in another one, your e/c eyes tightly shut. You tried to add a picture in your head, how Chris looked after his band's concert.

"Eight."

As you listened in on his counting, you felt high off of his voice, you needed him more than ever. His voice was so... hot.

"Seven."

"Ahh, f-fuck I need you here s-so ba-bad." You stammered, knowing Chris was watching like a hawk, probably fantasizing about wishing those fingers of yours were his veiny cock.

"Si-six." He continued, his hand gestured into a "Six" count, while the other hand worked its way down slowly to his throbbing cock, enough to tease you.

You moaned aloud, shaky ghost hands pointing the camera down at your pussy.

"Fi-five. Fuck, po-point the c-camera back a-at your fuckin' face! W-want to see y-your face, I-I want to ruin it!" He let out a growl, the sounds of him pumping his cock being heard from the background.

"C-Chris, b-baby, I'm so c-close!" You warned, practically crying out for him to fuck you mercilessly on the bed you laid out on, knowing he wouldn't be home until one more day.

"F-four, don't c-cum yet."

"Thre-three, f-fuck!"

Your eyes were wandering all over the place, you couldn't hold it in much longer, goddamn it Chris!

"Tw-two, a-almost." The sound of him leaning his body weight against a wall now, with quickening paced breathing, with your toes beginning to curl onto the sheets.

"O-one!" Chris yelled, releasing into his own hand.

"Oh my god!" You exclaimed to the heavens, the bundle of nerves in your legs beginning to jitter following your orgasm after him.

''Fuck, look what you made me do, Y/N. Now I got to go clean up,'' He set his phone down, which was now facing up towards the pitched black ceiling, his heavy footsteps could be heard distantly, getting farther and farther away.

Your sigh escalated through you, you lifted your phone off the bedsheets, bringing it with you to the bathroom waiting for your boyfriend's return.

Setting your phone straight up on the bathroom counter where the sink was, you hummed slightly to yourself.

''I'm back, baby.''

Chris lifted his phone off of the kitchen counter, putting front view again on his camera.

You checked the time on your phone, ''1 am''.

''Oh shit,'' You quickly said to yourself, surprised at what the time was.

''What? What? Is there a spider?'' He assumed, you laughed and rubbed your eyes.

''No Chris. It's 1am here, and you should get some sleep, don't you think?'' You suggested, getting a little tired.

''Okay, I will see you tomorrow when I get home, baby. I love you, goodnight.''

''I love you more, goodnight.''

A/N: I am probably gonna do a part 2 of this, but with Chris coming home to the reader, and it's going to be fluff <3

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[ciginatree]

Update for This Place is Haunted

Sorry y’all this going to be a LONG story hope you’re ok with that 😅. It doesn’t feel right to split it into two parts so I think I’m gonna keep it one long ass one shot. I’m about halfway ish done with the rough and then it’s on to editing so my goal is to have it out by (at the latest) April 30th but hopefully sooner 🤞

In the meantime

I am just about done editing a smutty Vinny one shot that should be posted tonight. Lmk if you’d like to be tagged in that as well.

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[yournecessaryevil]

Imagine...

...Chris and Ricky trying to get you to finally fall asleep after a long day while on tour...

• fluff; language; very light NSFW (if you squint)

"But I don't want to go to bed yet!"

You let out a quiet huff, clutching the pillow tighter against your chest as you cast a pleading look at the two men in front of you. Both gave you a raised eyebrow, neither one of them seeming to be impressed by your whining.

"Babygirl, you look so fucking tired-" Ricky began. "Yeah, you need sleep," Chris cut in, nodding in agreement. You stuck out your bottom lip in a slight pout as you continued to give them your best pleading look.

"Do I have to?" you asked, earning an immediate synchronized response of "Yes!" from both of the guys.

Ricky reached up to adjust his beanie before shaking his head at you, a smile playing at his lips. "It's been a long day for all of us, but especially you," he pointed out.

Chris grinned, the piercings in his bottom lip briefly catching the light from the dim interior of the bus. "Yeah, you're not used to the tour life like we are," he teased you.

This earned an eyeroll from his bandmate, who lightly elbowed him in the side. "It's been years, dude, and I'm still not used to it," he retorted, though his former smile still remained in place.

Chris shrugged, before winking at you. "I'm telling you, sleep's gonna be your best friend while you're with us."

You buried your face in the pillow, grumbling to yourself. "Slp fckng sks..."

"What was that?" Chris laughed.

You raised your head, scowling at him.

"I said, sleep fucking sucks."

"True, but-" Ricky began, before casting a sideways glance towards Chris, who returned the gesture. A smirk slowly appeared on both men's faces before Chris turned to look at you, leaning forward until his face was a foot away from yours.

"-If you be a good girl for us and go to sleep like you're supposed to-"

"-Like we want you to-" Ricky cut in.

"-Then we'll make sure to reward you for it," Chris finished, his smirk growing a little.

This caught your attention.

It was no secret (especially to the rest of the band) how much of a certain... fondness... you'd developed for Chris and Ricky.

Although at this point, anyone would say it had become a little bit more than that...

You sat there in silence, contemplating the idea Chris had now planted in your mind.

"I think we've got her," Ricky laughed, exchanging a conspiratorial look with his bandmate, who nodded in agreement.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris get up from his spot on the couch, moving to sit behind you. You glanced down to see tattooed arms and hands grabbing the pillow out from between your fingers, placing it behind you on Chris's lap, before those same arms were pulling you closer to the man himself.

"Come on, Y/N," you heard Chris purr softly in your ear, "be a good girl for us, for me. Stop fighting it and just give in, go to sleep for me."

His words were accompanied by a gentle kiss on the soft spot behind your ear, followed by another a little further down, along the side of your neck, and yet another on the back of your shoulder.

Chris's hands slowly moved down to splay flat against your lower belly, his thumbs tracing soothing little circles along the inch or so of skin that lay exposed there, due to your sleep shirt riding up a bit.

The way his hands moved, the gentle seduction of his words in your ear, all of it was much too nice, and you felt your blinks slowly getting longer, almost against your will.

"Oh, Chris, man, she's dozing off," Ricky observed in a soft whisper, a grin playing at his lips. His bandmate gave a soft hum of agreement, gently tugging you down so you were now lying in his lap, your head resting on the pillow.

His hands moved up, grazing lightly over your stomach, your breasts, stopping at your shoulders. Again, his thumbs were tracing little circles along the skin there, slowly coaxing you off into sleep.

But wait, sleep- you didn't want to sleep-

You struggled to keep your eyes open, fighting back a yawn. "But I don't wanna go to sleep-" you mumbled.

Chris softly shushed you, leaning down to place a kiss against your forehead. "Shh, don't fight it, Y/N. Be our good girl and go to sleep."

"Yeah, we'll still be here tomorrow, I promise," you heard Ricky agree, his voice getting closer. Out of the corner of one half-open eye, you saw the guitarist reach down, pulling a blanket over you and tucking the edges in around you. "Get some sleep, babygirl. We're not going anywhere," he murmured.

You watched as he took a seat on the floor next to you, leaning back against the couch, his head resting against your thigh.

"Ricky's right, we're not going anywhere. Get some sleep for us, baby, please?" Chris said softly. You let out a soft grumble in response.

You really didn't want to fall asleep, but fuck, Chris's lap was so comfortable, and ugh, the way Ricky smelled right now-! Everything was so nice, too nice...

Maybe an hour or two wouldn't hurt...

You yawned, before allowing yourself to relax and sink further into Chris's lap, pulling the blanket closer around you.

As your eyes fell closed, you could've sworn you heard Chris murmur, "That's our good girl..."

And as sleep finally claimed you, your mind drifted back to his and Ricky's earlier words, a smile gracing your face.

They better live up to their promise and reward you good for this tomorrow...

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[chemical-killjoy]

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Damiano David:

*A night to remember 1/2

smut. Damiano is attracted to reader singing iwbys

Movie and a kiss

the reader had a fight with their family and Damiano looks after them

Fast Car (trigger warning)

Honestly this is just angst and emotional and if you don’t cry I have failed as a writer. But it’s got a happy ending!!

Vic de Angelis:

Knight in Shining Armour

Vic saves the reader from a creep at a bar

Remington Leith:

*Caught in the Storm

reader and remington share a bed in a storm. What ever will happen?

Feel better

comfort fic, remington takes the reader on an adventure to feel better

*Only one answer (part two of Feel Better)

I will find you

mesmerized by someone in the crowd, remington has to find the reader

Something beautiful (part 2 of I will find you)

I Just Need Some Air*

young!Remington and the reader are at a party and after confessing their feelings things get heated.

Better Than Nutella

Remington is hooked on his new friend’s cooking, and smile.

Movie Night

Remington and Y/N have a movie night

Morning Light: (this is a collab with @cursivetalk)

vampire Remington, based on the tonight is the night I die video. Series, currently being written.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Emerson Barrett:

Teach me

emerson teaches the reader the drums

Andy Biersack:

Don’t go (trigger warning) (there is comfort)

I Don’t Wanna Be Alone (trigger warning) (with comfort)

Love isn’t always fair *

After a concert Andy reveals his love for his best friend

Mortician’s Daughter (trigger warning)

Thomas Raggi:

Moonlight’s Curse (part 1)

werewolf!thomas, a series being written :)

Mistakes and Misunderstandings

Ronnie Radke:

*untitled

pwp really, Ronnie meets Y/N in a bar and things happen

Vic Fuentes:

Hell Over Me (trigger warning) (happy ending)

Frank Iero:

Not A Kid *

TW brief mention of abuse, age gap. Y/N works for MCR and it turns out Frank likes her just as much as she likes him

Gerard Way:

Cemetery Drive

TW for suicide and self harm. Y/N visits her ex’s grave, and is surprised to find him there

Hang Em High

Cemetery drive part 2

Demolition Lovers

Part 3 and final chapter of Cemetery Drive

Kisses and Coffee

Coffee shop and accidental kiss AU

Dean Winchester:

Life In (Rose) Pink

Dean is a romantic cliche trying his hardest

Chris Motionless:

Eternally Yours *

Based on the music video

Jinx:

You Decide

Reader has a breakdown and Jinx helps them

Jack Dawkins/Dodger:

Healing Kiss *

Reader is in hospital, but Dr. Dawkins is there to heal her. TW for self harm, suicide and mentions of abuse.

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Chris Motionless x Reader

Shades of Purple

Part 2: Violet

Warnings: Language, Mention of Ronnie Radke, angst, lil bit of fluff

A/N: So sorry this took a bit to come out, writers block is a bitch sometimes and now I’m in a band so some of my focus is with that, so please be patient with me :,)

(also that pic of Chris has me in a chokehold 🤭)

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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/740770553010454528/shades-of-purple

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/742491105694810112/shades-of-purplel

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Y/N’s POV

“Oh, one more thing..” The man said, catching my attention. I stopped in my tracks to look at him. “That’s a lovely shade of purple on you, darling.”

I could feel myself blushing at his compliment. “O-oh, thank you.” I stuttered before turning my head quickly to hide my blush.

I could hear him chuckle before walking the other way.

“Be seeing you, little dove.” He said before he was gone.

Woah.

That man…

He was quite the charmer, wasn’t he?

The whole time I walked to the holding room, I thought about him. The way he spoke so intelligently, the way he smiled..

The girls must’ve taken notice of how I was acting based on their reactions while we were waiting for Todd and Elizabeth.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Your face is red.” Aurora asked, glancing at me with concern.

“Is it? Oh god.” I said, rubbing my arm.

“Run into anyone cute?” Estella asked with a wink.

I averted my eyes in the other direction, smiling shyly, “Perhaps..”

“Ooo, was he cute?” Estella asked curiously, leaning forward.

“Yeah, he was. He was rather charming..” I admitted, blushing a bit.

“Aw, that’s so cute! You’re blushing!” Aurora pointed out, smiling.

I laughed nervously and shrugged it off, “It’s not important though. It’s not like I’ll see him again anyway.”

“There you girls are!” Elizabeth shouted, walking into the room. “Come now, the bidding is about to start!” She guided us to the back stage, where a bunch of other people were standing.

“Make us good money now.” Todd said, walking to the back corner with Elizabeth, crossing his arms.

I could hear the spokesman welcoming everyone to the auction.

Here we go…

My last moments of freedom..

I could feel my heart racing, how I hadn’t passed out yet was beyond me.

The group of people got smaller and smaller as they were put on the stage for vampires to bid on.

I could see poor Aurora next to be out on stage. We shot glances at each other and waved goodbye for the last time. My heart hurt as I saw her walk away. I’d never see her again. I’d never see her or Estella ever again. My best friends would be gone from my life and that fucked with my heart.

There was one thing I couldn’t get off my mind however..

The encounter I had with that man still played in my head.

The way that he saved me from my possible death and acted as if it was no big deal..

A part of me hoped to see him again..

………………………………………………………….

Third Person POV

Little did Y/N know, Christopher couldn’t keep her out of his mind either.

She was a pretty thing, wasn’t she?

Yes, that girl in that plum purple dress had caught the vampire’s attention as she ran down those halls, desperately searching for that damned holding room.

He had watched closely as she bumped into Ronnie, and how he had almost taken advantage of her. He couldn’t have that, could he? Chris had already disliked the other vampire, and seeing him try and hurt an innocent pissed him off.

He took satisfaction in pissing off the other male and ruining his fun, but he was also happy to have helped her.

The way her cheeks flushed when he complimented her…simply adorable.

She had been very thankful to him for her rescue, but a bit anxious at the same time. Then it clicked when she mentioned the holding room.

She was one of the humans to be auctioned off.

The poor girl was probably terrified, what if she had ended up in the hands of someone like Radke? What if RADKE HIMSELF had her to himself? The thought of that disgusted him.

Originally, Chris wasn’t going to participate in the auction, just watch from the side. He had made the excuse to get a number just to get away from the annoying Ronnie. Now, he was going to get a number. That girl intrigued him.

Perhaps she was what he was in search of this whole time. He had to try.

He had gone to another room to receive a number. When he entered, all eyes were on him, intrigued by his presence. The person behind the table raised a brow.

“Huh. So the rumors are true. The mysterious Christopher Cerulli is participating in this year’s auction.” He said, handing the number to Chris.

#570

Chris chuckled, “Don’t expect to see me at future auctions. This is a one time thing.”

“Gonna drain the human slowly then, I see? Make em’ suffer? I like it.” The man said with a smirk. Chris mentally cringed at his words.

Of course he would. Disgusting pig..

Chris raised his brows before giving him a half smile, trying to hide his disgust. “Sure, think of it like that.” Chris turned and started leaving the room, “Good day.”

“Enjoy the bidding.”

Chris made his way down the halls and to the auditorium where all the vampires waited for the auction to begin. An usher escorted him down to his seat and Chris immediately froze when he saw who he’d be sitting next to.

Ronnie..

Ronnie glared at Chris, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Is there a problem here gentlemen?” The usher asked as Chris turned to him.

“There is. I refuse to sit next to HIM.” Chris said, crossing his arms.

“For once, I agree with him.” Ronnie added, a sour look on his face. Neither one wanted to be next to each other.

“Too bad, it’s assigned seating. Deal with it.” The usher stated before walking away. Chris cursed under his breath before begrudgingly sitting in his seat.

“Do not speak a single fucking word to me.” Chris muttered to Ronnie. Ronnie rolled his eyes in response.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our annual auction!” A voice boomed over a speaker. The two turned to see the spokesman on the stage. “This year marks 350 years of this fantastic event!”

The room erupted into cheers and applause. “Now let’s get this auction started, shall we?”

The first human stepped out, a young woman with long blonde locks and green eyes, wearing a baby blue dress.

“$100!” A voice echoed through the room.

“I’ve got $100. Do we have any higher bids?” The spokesman called.

“$250!” Another called.

“$250! We got $250! Going once? Going twice?” No answer from the crowd. “Sold to #47! You may claim your prize in room B.”

The poor girl had a look of fear on her face as she was escorted to another room.

Another woman was brought onto the stage. She had been sold for $430.

Then another was sold for $550.

Soon, Aurora was brought out onto the stage. She had been shaking with fear as she stepped onto the floor to be presented to the hundreds of vampires.

$400!”

“$400! Do we have any higher bids?”

$750!”

$750! Any higher bids for the lovely little thing?”

“$900!”

“900! Going once? Going twice? Sold to #652! You may claim your prize in room B.”

Y/N watched in horror as her friend was taken away. She could feel tears pooling in her eyes.

“No…poor Aurora..” She whispered in disbelief, feeling the tears running down her face. She knew her friends would be sold, but fuck… It hurt seeing the ones she cared about get taken away by those heartless demons.

She then saw Estella glance over at her with a look of sadness before she was escorted onto the stage. The tears started coming down harder.

No, no this wasn’t fair!

None of this was fair or right! It simply wasn’t humane.

Not like anybody else cared that it wasn’t fair. This event had been going on for centuries!

“Sold to #389! You may claim your prize!”

“Estella…” Y/N said, sadness completely taking over. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She broke down and started crying.

The only girls she had ever truly loved were now gone. She was alone. All alone.

“Oh for heaven's sake!” Elizabeth’s voice interrupted Y/N’s thoughts as the woman stormed over. “You’ll ruin your makeup with those tears! Quit the tears you brat!” She said, rubbing a handkerchief over Y/N’s face. Todd glanced over at the stage.

“You’re up next, Y/N. Now don’t disappoint us.” Todd warned.

“That’s right darling. Bring us good money with that beauty!” Elizabeth added, quickly changing her tone. Y/N could feel a pit of disgust pooling in her belly.

“I hate you both. I hope you rot in hell where you belong..” She whispered, glaring at the two before walking nervously onto the stage.

She could feel the hungry stares and greedy eyes take her in as she stood before the crowd. Ronnie was one of them staring at her like this.

Fuck..

“$900!” A male voice called.

“$900! Do we have any higher bids?”

“$1500!” Another voice called. This one sounded familiar. Eerily familiar.

Radke…

Y/N could feel herself become consumed with fear. She couldn’t end up with him, he’d be horrible, she could feel it!

“$1500! Any higher bids?”

Christopher’s eyes shot open as he realized who was on that stage. It was that girl…The girl in the plum dress. He knew he had to act fast. He couldn’t let Ronnie have her.

“$2,000!” Christopher shouted, earning a glare from Ronnie.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she recognized the voice. It was the man that had saved her! What the fuck was going on?

“$2,000! My, what a price!” The spokesman remarked, “Any higher bids?”

“$5,000!” Ronnie yelled.

“Holy- $5,000! Any-“

“$10,000!” Chris yelled back, interrupting the spokesman.

“$25,000!” Ronnie yelled, before leaning back, crossing his arms and smirking. It was in the bag for him. Nobody could beat that price and he knew it.

“Oh god..” Y/N whispered, her fate becoming oh so clear. It was terrifying.

Chris was about to lose the girl to that asshole..

He had to come up with a good price. Something he knew Ronnie couldn’t beat. He had to act quickly, this girl’s life could be on the line..

“$25,000! Going once, going twice-“

“$50,000!” Chris shouted, standing up. The whole room went silent. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat.

“Sold to #570! You may claim your prize in room B!”

Ronnie’s jaw dropped. Did he seriously just lose? He lost to Christopher, a man he had despised. He couldn’t believe it. Chris smiled with satisfaction.

“My what an exciting event!” The spokesman exclaimed cheerfully. “Thank you all for attending! See you next year!”

…………………………………………………………

Y/N’s POV

“$25,000!” I heard Radke’s voice yell.

Fuck.

I was screwed. There was no way I wasn’t ending up in the hands of that creep.

“$25,000! Going once, going twice-“ I could’ve sworn my heart stopped as the spokesman sealed my fate.

“$50,000!” That familiar voice shouted. It was that man..

“Sold to #570! You may claim your prize in room B!”

I stood frozen on the stage in complete shock. The man that had saved me from Radke had just won me over Radke…

I wasn’t sure what to think.

Should I be scared? Should I be angry? Should I be…relieved?

I mean…he did seem nice when we first met. Most probably wouldn’t have stepped in but he did.

But…was it because he didn’t like Radke?

Or was it because he cared about the safety of others?

Who knows…he could’ve just been buttering me up so I’d fall right into his trap of being his prey. He’d say all these pretty words and charm me, only to buy me and use me for food. I shuddered at the thought.

“Move it along.” One of the ushers said, grabbing my arm and dragging me to room B. I was too caught up in my thoughts to care that I was being manhandled. I was pushed into the room and heard the door close behind me.

There weren’t many people left in there, other vampires had picked up their humans. They all had this look of hopelessness, as if they had already accepted their fates. It was such a sad sight, rather depressing honestly.

The door opened again and I turned my head to see the man who had bought me. He glanced around before his eyes landed on me. He smiled softly as he approached me before standing before me. God he was tall. I felt small compared to him.

“Hello again, little dove.” He greeted, his voice was gentle. It was rather calming in a way, easing my nerves slightly. I was still pretty scared however. I bit my lip as I looked in the other direction.

He seemed to have sensed my discomfort so he reached his gloved hand out, gently guiding my face so I was looking at him. “I do not intend on hurting you in any sort of way, I promise. That’s the last thing I want.” He said, speaking softly.

“Then what do you want from me? Some sort of plaything? A slave?” I questioned, moving my head away and hugging my arms.

“I’ll explain things in private. Now is not the time, not in this place.” He extended his hand out to me. “Please, believe me when I tell you I have no intent on harming you.”

I was hesitant to take his hand. He could be lying to me to make me think I was safe. I looked back up at him, still feeling uncertain.

“Do you trust me, little dove?” He asked softly, his hand still extended as he patiently waited for my answer.

Did I trust him? Not really. Though it wasn’t like I had much of a choice anymore. Then again, he did save my life, twice thinking about it. Maybe he did have my best interest at heart.

I cautiously placed my hand into his, a strange sense of comfort washing over me at the feeling of his leather glove. His hand was much bigger than my own. He gave me a gentle smile as he intertwined our fingers. He led me out of the room and we started walking down the halls. There was an uncomfortable silence as we walked.

“I-I… never got your name earlier..” I muttered, breaking the silence.

“It’s Christopher, but Chris is fine.” He said, glancing at me.

Chris…

It had a nice ring to it..

“Y/N..” I said quietly, not looking at him.

“Y/N? How fitting.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” He said, smiling at me. I could feel myself blushing.

“Oh um, thanks..” I stuttered, looking away, feeling a bit shy now.

We walked outside to a black BMW which I assumed to be his car. He opened the passenger door for me and I stepped in, sitting down in the car. He opened the driver door and sat down and started the car. He started driving, and an awkward silence fell between us yet again.

“Listen, I truly have no intention of hurting you or drinking your blood. I don’t care for that. You don’t deserve that.” He spoke, breaking the silence.

He…didn’t want my blood? What?

“You…don’t want my blood?” I asked, a bit shocked.

“I don’t really need it. I usually just drink from something that’s sick or dying.”

“But don’t you get sick like that?” I asked, tilting my head.

He shook his head, “No, vampires are immune to diseases like that. We can only get sick from each other, which is still rather uncommon.”

Now I was even more confused. If he didn’t want my blood, then what did he want from me?

“Then…what do you want with me?” I asked slowly, watching as he pulled into the driveway of a rather large estate. He was silent, not speaking for a moment. He seemed to be in deep thought. After a few moments of silence before he looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

“I know this may sound strange, but I went to the auction because…I was in search of a companion..”

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Motionless in White One Shots/Preferences

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

Ao3

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