#chris motionless fanfic

[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.

…………………………………………………………

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.

…………………………………………………………

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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[ladyveronikawrites]

@nerdraging4point0 and I bring you ::

DOMINATE THE GAME : EXHIBITION

Pairing: Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x Female Readerx Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless

By expanding the post, you consent to being over the age of 18.

CW: .This is an alternate universe story with only names and likenesses used in creation of a character. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction. Please review the content warning before proceeding. 18+ MNDI, any minors interacting with my work will be blocked, this is for your safety as well as my own.

Coach/athlete au, coach athlete sexual relationship, [all parties regardless of being fiction are of legal age of consent]

The National Women’s Soccer League Anti-Harassment Policy: This policy prohibits the use of coercion, force, intimidation, or Power Imbalance to pursue sexual contact or an intimate relationship of any sort.

The story includes: POV switching, oral (male and female receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cum eating, panty sniffing, swearing, alcohol consumption, a little subby Chris, it's filthy and smutty threesome

If I missed anything please let me know💜

This is real person fiction; Fiction based on real people in fictitious situations.

word count: 6k PART ONE

A/N: Huge shout out to @nerdraging4point0 for collaborating with me on this. EVERYONE GO FOLLOWER HER AND READ HER WORK THANK YOU! also thank you to @tearfallpixie and @beaker1636 for cheerleading and all of your support!

I had no idea a part two would come from this, but here we are.

With love,

Lady Raging🗡️

With an iron grip, Kate yanks you by the wrist, plowing through the swarming mass of bodies that is quickly consuming the bar. Only minutes before, you had been nestled in bed reading until she disrupted your peace.

 "You fucking graduated college, and all you do to celebrate is read?! Bitch, let's go." And here you are, knowing damn well that in 2.5 seconds, she's going to be up some guy's business trying to get dicked down one last time before she moves, and you will be left alone once again at the bar. 

She raps her knuckles sharply on the lacquered wood, flagging down the harried bartender. Not wasting a second, she barks an order for a round of shots, her foot tapping impatiently to the pounding music. You scan the cramped space, anxiety rising as you take in the crush of people, loud and suffocating. "Let's drink to your 4.0!" Her grin is wide, and she means well. But the dark romance novel still calls your name back home. There was a biker gang…tall, muscular tattooed men….

"Fine," you huff, sending a death stare her way as you plop down on the stool. "Just one."

Thankfully, Kate had ordered something sweet to make the experience a little more tolerable; you still wince when the saccharine liquid coats the back of your throat. You shake yourself as the burn subsides, the alcohol numbing your nerves almost instantly. 

"Wanna play a round of pool with me?" Kate asks, giving you her sweet puppy eyes, adding a pout for extra flare. Because Kate can't do anything less than over the top. 

"Please!" She sips the first of many fruity concoctions of the night, waiting for your response. 

You look at the pool table and back to her. So far, no one is playing, but there are a lot of people nearby drinking and laughing, minding their own business. That's a lot of people who will definitely be judging you for how you play. Especially next to the Pool Goddess herself. Kate doesn't let you win; she makes you work for it. Even tonight, on this special day. And you know why she asked you; you are her bait to get dicked down by some helpless guy that walks into her trap. 

Kate is smart, beautiful, and cunning. 

Your mind drifts back to the ruthless MC, four best friends covered from head to toe in tattoos..what I wouldn't do to get between all of them…do whatever they ask…

Kate clears her throat, effectively yanking you from your lusty daydream about fictional characters from a book. 

"Ok, fine, go get the round set up, I'll be over, but I need to pee, or I'm going to burst." You scramble to the bathroom before she can question your sanity. 

Your trip to the bathroom is quick but might as well have been hours with the sudden change in atmosphere. The bar is packed now, bodies pressed together, the buzz of drunken chatter filling your ears. You emerge from the bathroom into the pulsing crowd, your eyes scanning the sea of strangers for Kate. 

There - in the corner by the pool table. Some tall, faceless man has her pinned against the felt, hands on her hips, breath hot against her neck as he pretends to show her how to hold the cue. She's lapping up the attention, giggling coyly like she's never played a game in her life.

The sweaty bodies press in on all sides as you slide through the crowded bar, eager to escape the suffocating heat. You need air. Now. Claustrophobia claws at your gut, urging you to flee this den of iniquity. But just as you reach for your wallet to pay the tab, a gruff voice rumbles behind you.

"Congratulations, captain."

You whirl around, ready to unleash your frustration on the presumptuous stranger. But the words died on your lips - tall, muscular, with a chiseled jawline barely visible under the shadow of his black baseball cap. Aviator sunglasses obscuring his eyes, even in the bar's dim light.

Who wears sunglasses inside? What a fucking ego.

But then you see the crooked grin spreading across his face. No. It couldn't be.

"C-coach Davis?" you stammer, taking a desperate gulp of whiskey to steady your nerves. The alcohol burns your throat but does nothing to dampen the fire now raging inside you.

Damn him. Just his presence made you weak. Made you want. Made you remember all those secret, stolen moments in the equipment room after practice. The way he'd pin you against the lockers, claiming you with rough, urgent kisses.

Your shudder consumes you, equal parts irritated and aroused. You needed to get out of here before you did something stupid. But with him blocking your path, escape would not come easy.

The noisy bar closes in around you as he leans over. His shirt grazes your skin, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, as familiar as the day he left. The stubble on his jaw and down his neck makes you want to reach out and touch him. With a crook of his finger, he catches the bartender's eye, commanding a shot without a word. 

He says nothing, silent, as he tilts his head back and lets the liquid slide down his throat. His tongue darts out to catch the last sweet drop, reluctant to let even a taste escape. Setting the empty glass down with a quiet clink, his lips curve into a heated smile—your heart races as you meet his gaze, cheeks burning under the intensity of his stare.

"How about one more extra…practice to celebrate all of your victories?"

His words are like smoke, low and tempting, beckoning you into his flames. Nodding, breathless, eager to let him take the lead.

I watch him strut over to her at the bar, his determination palpable despite the sunglasses under his cap. His movements like a prowling beast zeroing in on its next victim. I'd warned him to back off; he'd sworn to me he would. After I toss back another shot, adding the glass to the graveyard already cluttering my table. As I rake a hand through my hair, there’s a whiff of fresh hair dye—a drastic change for me, but one I'd desperately needed. Feeling my unease amplify as I observe their encounter unfold, equal parts fascinated and unsettled. Though I itch to intervene, some twisted part of me craved to see how it would all play out.

 Temptation has a way of slinking into your life when you least expect it, like a tiger on the prowl. I knew that danger all too well. I'd walked that path before, thinking I was in control, only to get mauled for my troubles. The scars still ache on cold nights.

So when I saw Noah falling under that spell, I felt a familiar unease. Could this alluring creature be his undoing, too? I watch them leave the bar hand in hand, her fingers intertwined with his. The sight triggers memories I thought I'd left behind. I throw some money on the bar and follow, unnerved but unable to look away. Some lessons you just have to learn the hard way. But maybe, just maybe, I could keep Noah from the same fate. This time, I had to try.

My throat tightens as I raise my hand to knock, my pulse quickening. I don't want to jeopardize my friendship with Noah, but if he's in there with her...this could ruin him. I take a deep breath and rap my knuckles against the door. When it swings open, my eyes widen at the sight - Noah and her, tangled together, eyes blown wide and lips bitten red. Noah recovers smoothly, clearing his throat as he untangles himself from her embrace. He's straightening his shirt with shaking hands, his hat and shades gone, and I feel my eyes roll. 

"What's up, Cerulli?" he asks lightly, but I can hear the strain in his voice. I quickly shove my raised hand into my pocket, glancing at the floor as my thoughts begin to spiral. I shouldn't have come, but now that I'm here…

Your mouth falls open as you stare at the man just outside your door. It's Coach Chris, but he barely resembles the mentor you knew just months ago. His once-neat blonde hair is now shaved on the sides, the remaining purple locks wild on top. You swallow hard, knowing there's no rule against being with Coach Davis now that you've graduated. But the shame still burns hot on your cheeks as you meet his eyes.

"C-Coach, I…” you stammer, unable to find the words to explain yourself under his dark gaze. You've let him down and the weight of it crushes your chest, leaving you anxious and tongue-tied before the man you once admired.

He crosses the room toward you, and an unfamiliar expression clouds his rugged features. It's a look you've never seen on his face, a heady mix of desire and urgency that makes your pulse quicken. With feline grace, he brushes past Coach Davis, those muscular arms reaching and grasping until his large hands cradle your face in their warmth. His lips crush against yours, claiming you in a searing kiss that steals your breath away. You melt into him, kissing him back feverishly, your body igniting at his touch.

The soft click of the door barely registers through the haze of lust. You open your eyes to see Coach Davis leaning against the wall, his heated gaze devouring you both. Spurred on by his attention, you press yourself harder against Coach Chris’ firm body, moaning into his mouth. Noah hisses in response, his eyes dark with longing from across the room.

Chris pulls away from you abruptly, leaving you stumbling backward, breathless, as your back slams against the wall.

"I-I'm s-s-so sorry, I shouldn't have-" His breath catches, words faltering as his tattooed fingers brush over his lips, still burning from your kiss. 

“No more apologizing. Just kiss me.” You push off the wall and charge at Chris pressing his body against the edge of the counter. Enough with the stalling. You just want to be devoured by these two tattooed giants. 

Pulling yourself up on your tiptoes at the same time you wrap your arms around his neck, you pull him in close. His lips are still and hesitant and when you glance up at him, you find a storm raging behind his big brown eyes. 

“I just graduated Summa cum laude,” your confidence falters.  “Now fuck me... Please,” Your harsh demand fades into a whisper when his eyes darken. 

A shiver of excitement ripples through you as Noah takes his place behind you, pressing you firmly into Chris, trapping you between their hard bodies. Chris's resolve breaks, and he leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. At the same time, Noah's hips grind against your ass, his hard cock pressing against you as he grips your hips and pulls you closer. Your hands wander under Chris's shirt, fingers grazing over the hard planes of his chest.

"Ah fuck!" you cry out as Noah's teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck, nibbling and sucking.

"Don't focus on him. Look at me," Chris commands, grasping your chin with slender, tattooed fingers. "Feel what I'm doing to you." He punctuates each word with feather-light kisses along your cheeks and mouth, teasing, tempting. You lean into him desperately, craving more of his touch and taste. Dizzy with desire, you're caught between them, Chris's lips igniting your nerves while Noah marks your neck with rough, claiming bites.

"More," you breathe, drunk on the ecstasy of their passion.

Your body is alight with need, every caress and kiss pushing you closer to the edge. Noah answers your plea by gripping your waist and turning you around to face him. Once he has you where he wants you, his hands come to the sides of your face, tilting your head up slightly to meet his lips, rough and relentless as he pushes you back against Chris, his tongue spearing your lips apart. His parted lips muffle your moans as another pair of large hands snake down your front to work your buttons and zipper loose of your denim shorts.

“I bet you're dripping for us, hmm?” Chris’ husky voice mixes in with the wet sounds of bitten lips and battling tongues. Sliding your panties aside, he parts your silken folds with two thick fingers. “Fuuuuck,” he groans as he thrusts his fingers inside you, his harsh movement pulls you against his chest, detaching your mouth from Noah’s. Noah doesn’t miss a beat as he moves to nibble at your neck. Your mind is overwhelmed by their touch, both soft and demanding.

“Coach, want a taste?” 

The sudden rumble against your back makes your eyes pop open wide. Your stomach tightens as insecurity washes over you as his words penetrate the hormonal haze in your brain. What if he doesn’t like the way I taste? What if-

Time slows around you as you watch Chris present Noah with his glistening fingers. Noah’s hands don’t leave your hips as he leans down and starts to lick at the other coach’s inked digits. He moans approvingly as the fingers slide further down his throat. The sounds the two men make as you stand sandwiched between them has your pussy throbbing.

Noah’s cheeks hollow as Chris’s digits fall slowly off his parted lips. With a lustful sigh, he pulls you close to his body, lips crashing to yours as his tongue pushes forcefully past your lips. The taste of you is still on his tongue as your mouths dance. You melt against him, caught up in the heat of the moment, as he claims your mouth hungrily. Chris pulls your hair aside kissing the small exposed spaces of your neck and shoulders. 

Your heart sinks when Noah pulls from you, but when his hot breath brushes against your ear, your thighs clench together. 

“I need more,” he growls before nipping at your earlobe.

“Answer him, champ- do you want to give him more?” Suddenly the men step away from you giving you space to breathe, to think. You look between your two coaches.

Your usual confidence, the one you use to lead your team, returns to your voice, “Yes, Coach, yes I do.” 

Your lips curve into a seductive grin as you watch the pair devour you with their eyes. Even in the short time the coaches have worked together they have found their rhythm and you can't wait to see what they have planned for you. 

Chris spins you around pressing your bodies together his hands sliding down your body. With commanding hands, he grips your thighs and growls, "Up." You eagerly jump into his arms, craving his touch. Your legs wrap tightly around his muscular waist as the three of you move together in perfect sync.

Noah removes your shirt, his fingers working swiftly. The bra straps slip down your shoulders. Chris’ forehead presses against yours, his eyes gazing deeply into your own. 

"Bedroom?" he whispers.

You nod eagerly, tongue darting out to wet your lips. With a push off the kitchen counter, he’s crossing the living room with you in his arms. Your mouth seeks his tattooed skin, kissing, tasting. From behind, Coach Davis' eyes dark with lust. Eyes locked with his, you melt into Chris’s embrace, anticipation rising. The bedroom door closes, sealing the three of you in ecstasy.

Chris tosses you to the bed flopping on the mattress with such force you bounce off the soft blankets, the two coaches standing at the edge of your bed staring intensely down at you. You watch as Chris’ tattooed hands grip the hem of his shirt. 

“Stop, allow me.” His hands freeze in their place, eyes tracking your sudden movement. The world slows around you as you rise from the bed, the air thick with tension. Your hands push him away as you take hold of the fabric. You look up at the man who’s coached you throughout college, who’s been leading you since day one. His devilish smile softens as you lift the hem of his shirt. He sighs when he pulls the rest of the shirt off, his breath quickens as your hands explore his tattooed skin.

“Oh fuck,” your mouth pops open as you take in the coach you've known for years. 

You had no idea he was covered in tattoos. You've seen the exposed skin of his arms and neck when he wears his short-sleeved cotton shirts, but nothing could have prepared you for this.

Instinctually, you reach for the button of his pants, but he gasps your wrists in his large hands. “Easy tiger, not yet...” You huff, disappointed looking down at your bound wrists, suddenly aware of how large he is compared to you. 

“We have all night,” he smirks. 

The scales are tipping back and forth in my mind as I weigh the pros and cons of my current situation. How did things go from me trying to talk Noah out of this to him convincing me it's a good idea?

She's been one of my top players since her freshman year. I've worked closely with her for eight months now, when she became captain, strategizing plays and positions. I told myself she was just another student-athlete. I had a responsibility, an obligation. She trusted me. But I didn't trust myself.

I've been down this road before. When I was coaching softball, there was a student I fell for. I didn't think I would sleep with her, but I did. I quit soon after - I was filled with shame and regret. Worse still, I couldn't bear seeing her every day and not wanting her each time she passed me in the hall. This time, when those late-night practice feelings arose, all I had to do was text her. I'd take care of my needs at home and that would be the end of it. But my tiger called things off last spring; something about getting engaged and not wanting to hurt the guy like that. As if she hadn't been sexting me behind his back the whole year they dated. Women can be complicated.

Everything has changed. The old rules and limits that held me back are gone. For the first time, I can pursue my desires without guilt or shame weighing me down. There's a thrill in getting what I want with no consequences, but I know that freedom comes with a price. But at this moment, nothing is complicated.

Her pants slide down her hips as my fingers find the elastic waistband, tugging them off in fevered jerks. Our kiss doesn't break for a second as she shimmies to help me undress her. My hands are greedy for the feel of her bare skin. We're both breathing hard, lost in this heated moment.

The warmth of her body beckons as she sinks onto the bed's edge. I kneel before her like a man at worship, guiding her legs onto my shoulders with a reverent touch. Her fingers run through my hair but hold me back as I push her panties aside.

"No, no, don’t fight me," I whisper, leaning closer, inhaling her scent.

She whimpers at the first touch of my tongue, tightening her grip on my hair. I feel her thighs tremble, threatening to close, but I lick deeper anyway. She tastes of honey and spice and everything nice.

Sensing her resistance, I grasp those luscious thighs, knowing my force will leave marks on her come morning - marks she'll press her fingers to and remember this night. A throaty moan escapes her lips as I claim her. 

“Lay back, it’s Coach Davis’ turn.” Chris coos as he wipes your release from his chin. 

Hungry for more, you flash Noah a wicked grin before sliding off your lace panties. Something mischievous sparks in you and you ball up your panties and toss them at him. With his tall frame, he barely moves a muscle, effortless when he brings them up to his face and sniffs. 

Of-fucking-course. 

You shake your head giggling to yourself as you lay back on the bed. A small yelp tumbles from your parted lips when soft lips brush against your thigh. Looking down, you find Noah right at home between your thighs.

All of a sudden, Chris' slender fingers grip your chin pulling your attention from the brown-haired coach kissing and nibbling at the tender flesh of your thighs. His lips wander closer and closer to where you want him most. 

Your vision fills with dark brown eyes like walking in the thick forest after it rains, it’s eerie yet calming at the same time. Slowly, your gaze shifts to the mirror behind him, sucking in a breath at the erotic sight your mouth drops to the floor - Noah buried between your thighs, his tongue working its magic while Chris’ tattooed hands and painted nails settle around your throat.

"Doesn't he look pretty like that?" Chris purrs, his voice dripping with lust. His grip tightens ever so slightly as you start to writhe with pleasure.

"Fuuuuck.” The vibration of Noah’s voice against your slick flesh makes you shudder.

Chris moves to sit beside you, one hand still wrapped around your throat while the other roams greedily over your body. You cry out as he pinches a hardened nipple, the sting blending deliciously with the pleasure mounting inside you.

"Relax," he breathes, trailing kisses up your jaw that leave you melting into the pillows. You obey, giving yourself over completely to the ecstasy they're creating.

"That's it," Chris praises, his smile wicked and hungry. 

You're lost in a haze of passion, every nerve singing as they play your body like an instrument. Chris leans in, ghosting his parted lips over your cheek before nipping at your earlobe. “Can I kiss you again?” he whispers in your ear. A shiver spider crawls up your spine as he ghosts feather light kisses to your ear then trailing down your jaw, waiting for your answer. 

“Answer him, darling,” Noah grunts as he thrusts a finger inside your slick walls.

“I-uh-” your brain short circuits, overwhelmed by the pressure building in your core and the proximity of Chris’ lips to yours. His breath is hot against your skin; the intoxicating concoction of his spicy cologne and his body heat makes your eyelids flutter. 

You jolt up suddenly, as another slender finger is thrust inside you. “Answer… Him.” Noah punctuates each word with a thrust of his fingers. 

"Yes," you moan, the word spilling desperately from your lips. You lick them, trying to wet your parched mouth. "Please," you beg, voice stronger with need.

Chris smiles, his mouth hovering just out of reach. "Ask nicely," he purrs.

Noah thrusts deep inside you and you arch up with a cry, lips seeking Chris's but denied at the last moment.

"Yes, please," you plead, drunk on desire, "I need you, please."

Noah's lips and tongue hungrily ravage your aching clit as a primal growl erupts from his chest. Chris grabs your face and crushes his mouth to yours in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue between your parted lips. His thumb caresses your cheek with dominant possession, his hand still gripping your throat. Waves of pleasure course through you and you swear you could come right at that moment. Noah clamps down on your trembling thighs with his elbows prying your legs apart wider. You clench around Noah’s fingers. 

“I’m so close!” you whine into Chris’ parted lips. 

“That’s it champ, you can do it.”  He leans over you to pin your hands against the headboard, leaving you at the mercy of Noah’s fingers and tongue. “Stop holding on and let go.” His command is soft yet firm enough to break you. Your eyes roll back as your climax wrecks through your body; Noah licking and sucking your sensitive bud as he finger fucks you through the aftershocks. 

Noah sucks at your throbbing clit once more while his fingers continue to thrust in and out of you. He lifts his head to meet your gaze, his pupils blown wide with primal desire. “Come on captain, give me all you got.” Out of nowhere, another orgasm plows through you. Noah is quick to swap his fingers with his tongue, licking and sucking every last drop you give him. When he’s satisfied, he rises from between your legs wiping your sticky release from his chin. 

“I’m going to grab us some water, ok?” Noah turns and trots out the door before you can respond in your blissed-out state.

You roll over to your side with a satisfied sigh, your gaze tracking Chris’ hands at the waistband of his jeans. Adjusting to sit upright on the edge of the bed, your breath hitches as you reach out to him once again, you hesitate- heart pounding and when you look up you find a small smile on the coach’s face and he nods. Licking your lips, your fingers work quickly to set his cock free. Chris moans softly when you push his pants and boxers down around his hips. Your eyes roam over the expanse of his tattooed body as he steps out of his clothes. 

A subtle flush colors his cheeks when he catches you staring at him; his a little larger than Noah but not by much- his tip red and angry ready for teasing. Chris’ eyebrows furrow slightly when you rise from the bed, his chest heaves with anticipation as you close the distance. He doesn’t say a word when your hands find purchase on his hips, or when you press your tummy against his erect cock, now chest to chest. Pulling yourself up on your tiptoes you tilt your head back and part your lips slightly. He answers your silent plea, lips pressing onto yours, tongues dancing wildly. You could drown in the taste of him, the feel of him pressed hard against you, but you decide it’s your turn to take charge. 

You push Chris onto the bed, and at first, his eyes widen, but when you point to the center of the bed- he obeys. The air around you is electric as you crawl over him, settling your thighs on either side of his hips. He hisses when your still slick pussy rubs against his throbbing cock. You know you don’t have much time alone with him and you don’t know how long he will let you take the lead. Forever grateful for the hair tie always around your wrist, you quickly toss your hair into a messy bun before leaning down to kiss him. Your lips graze against his, you pull back when he tries to kiss you back. A small whine tumbles from his parted lips and it ignites a fire in you. You lick and nibble at the script ink on his jaw, teasing your lips closer and closer to his mouth. And then you hear it.

“Please.” It’s hushed and a little strained. 

“Please what?” You whisper in the singer’s ear causing his neck and shoulders to quiver. 

“K-kiss me, touch me, fuck me.. Please,” he rushes out, his words a jumbling mess as you rut against him. You know you can only give him one thing as you hear footsteps pad through the hallway. You pull his face to yours, smashing his lips, tongues fighting for dominance, lungs begging for air. You rock your hips faster, clit aching for friction, heart racing as the footsteps get louder- you don’t stop as Chris writhes underneath you until-

You freeze, lips still locked when the door creaks open.

“Having fun without me?” Noah huffs a laugh, but you still hear a trace of envy. You part from Chris and watch as his gaze shifts beyond you. You try to turn your head but a pair of hands cover your eyes and grip the side of your face keeping you in place. 

“What the hell!?” 

“Shhh, relax,” Chris purrs into your ear, and his dominance returns in an instant.  Suddenly, something frigid and moist is pressed against your inner thigh. “The fuck?!” you shriek as your body tenses and shivers. “Please I-” and as soon as you start, the cold is gone only to be replaced by warm hands caressing the tender flesh of your thighs. “Fuck you,” you curse when fingernails dig into your skin. 

“She’s a mouthy one, coach,” Chris chuckles darkly in front of you. All of once the hands leave your eyes and thighs. Before you, Chris holds a bottle of water, and the bed creeks as Noah shifts behind you. 

“Drink up champ.” You begin to grasp at the bottle but he pulls away. “Uh uh, open up.” Your brows furrow in confusion until he opens his mouth and sticks out his long tongue. 

Oh!

Tilting your head back, you shut your eyes tight, and pop open your mouth wide. Cool water trickles down the back of your throat, soothing you instantly. Once you’ve had your fill, you push away his hands to signal you’re finished. 

“Good girl,” he beams, then takes a swig from his bottle. 

“How am I doing coach?”

“You’re a real MVP.” He winks at you before turning to set his and your water down. 

The calloused fingertips dancing across your still moist lower lip, send shivers down your spine. Chris' husky voice tingles your ears as he purrs, "What else can this filthy mouth do?"

Before you can respond, Noah's strong hand encircles your throat, firm yet gentle as he lifts you from your slouched position in Chris' lap. You rise to your knees, back arched, eyes locked with Chris’ penetrating gaze. Noah gathers your hair from your messy bun in his tattooed fingers, gripping tightly as his other hand grasps your jaw.

"Open up, baby girl," he growls. You comply eagerly, slackening your jaw.

"Wider," Chris demands, his voice thick with lust. You obey, mouth agape, pulse racing.

"Just like that," Noah praises in your ear. "Good girl."

Ecstatic groans fill the room as Noah guides you down to Chris’ throbbing cock, eager fingers tangling in your hair. Chris’s length pulses against your lips, velvet heat enveloping him as you take him deep. Your tongue caresses every ridge, relishing his taste, his scent, losing yourself in this act of pure pleasure. Noah’s breath is hot and urgent in your ear, his words kindling the fire within. 

“That’s it, good girl.” 

Chris’s fingers tighten in your hair as Noah releases his grip, hips bucking, chasing that sweet oblivion. You ache to give it to him, to drive him over the edge with your mouth alone. Every muffled cry fans the flames of your own desire. Noah’s hand trails down your back following the curve of your ass to drop between your legs. Sliding two fingers into you, your walls stretch around his thick fingers until he’s down to the knuckle, making you surge forward thrusting Chris deeper in your mouth, it’s all so much to take in. Noah moves his fingers skillfully as you continue to bob your head back and forth.  Nothing exists beyond this room, this bed, beyond Chris swelling heavy on your tongue and Noah’s lips tracing the shell of your ear. 

“Come for us,” Noah whispers, and you shudder with need, ready to obey.

Noah's hard thrust of his fingers sends you surging forward, lips wrapped tight around Chris's thick length. "Mmffuck," Chris groans, fisting your hair to keep you still, slowing his urgent pace. Noah's lips graze your back in a tender kiss before his palm cracks sharply against your ass.

"Open up," he commands gruffly. You obey, spreading your legs wide, aching for him. With one powerful stroke, he's buried to the hilt, hips slamming into your ass. You cry out around Chris, drowning in bliss, loving their dominance. Hands gripping, cocks filling, they own you completely.

Your body trembles as Chris fills your mouth, his swollen cock sliding over your tongue. You moan around him, taking him deeper with each bob of your head. Behind you, Noah's thrusts quicken, pushing you further onto Chris with every slick slide.

"That's it, champ," Chris hisses, fisting your hair. "Relax for me."

You try to obey, loosening your throat as Noah's pace pushes you down Chris's length. Tears prick your eyes but you breathe through your nose, focused only on pleasuring them both.

"So beautiful like this," Noah groans, his nails digging into your hips. You clench around him, so close to the edge.

Chris hits the back of your throat and you swallow instinctively. "Fuck. Gonna come down this tight little throat."

You moan eagerly at his words, your own climax rushing up to meet you. You want them to use you, to take their pleasure, and mark you as theirs. You suck Chris harder, ready to swallow every drop as Noah pounds you from behind, driving you right over the edge into dizzying ecstasy.

You feel your orgasm building as you moan and scream around Chris's cock, still hard inside your mouth. Noah is pounding into you from behind, his thick length filling you up. "Fuck," Noah groans. "You're gonna come for us, huh baby girl?" You nod desperately, unable to speak with Chris's grip on your hair.

Your body tenses, muscles clenching as you hover on the edge. You hear Noah cursing as he gets close. Opening your eyes, you look up at Chris. His eyes are closed in ecstasy. You tap his thigh, wanting him to watch you come undone. When his eyes meet yours, it pushes him over the edge. "Jesus Christ," he moans, spilling down your throat. You swallow every drop, milking him as he trembles.

"Shit," Noah growls as he finds his release, pumping you full of his seed. Chris pulls out of your mouth and you gasp for air, jaw aching. Noah slides free and you collapse back onto your heels, thoroughly used and satisfied.

“Come on, champ we gotta clean you up.” Together, the coaches pull you up from the bed, looping their arms around your shoulders, they work in tandem to walk you to the bathroom. 

Chris turns on the shower while Noah distracts you with his teeth and tongue. Your body is set ablaze once again, despite already being thoroughly used. Suddenly, you’re being torn away from Noah and another pair of lips claim yours. The sound of slapped skin echoes through the small room as Chris is pressed against you with force. He moans into your mouth and a small giggle erupts as you imagine what Noah saw when he smacked Chris’ ass. Fingers grip around your wrist and you feel your body being pulled toward the shower. You don't mind being passed around like a soccer ball passed from one coach to the other.

“Let’s clean you up, captain,” Coach Davis’ tone of authority returns but softens with a wink and a peck to your lips. He guides you into the shower, the warm water envelops you as you close your eyes and let it soothe you. You melt into the touch at your hips, moaning into a pair of lips on yours. You don’t care who it is, you know they will take care of you, even if it’s for only tonight. Your thoughts sour at the idea of them leaving, each of them supporting you and pushing you to be the best player out on the field. You know they can help you be the best version of yourself. You are pulled from your melancholy when two hands grip your hips and twirl you around. Stumbling, over your feet from the slick floor you crash into another solid chest; sandwiched between two coaches again.

“Easy there tiger,” Chris growls in your ear. 

You barely have time to process what is happening when another pair of lips capture yours. Pressed up against a firm chest, your head rolls back when you gasp for breath. The air around you is hot and thick from the steam and the large bodies closing you in. Melting into Noah behind you, you close your eyes just for a second focusing on filling your lungs with air. You shiver slightly when his arms brush against your sides, pressing Chris’ firm body and hard-on against your tummy. His dick twitches making you giggle, but suddenly your suck in a breath when you hear wet noises above you. When you peer through your lashes you find the two coaches kissing. It’s rushed and sloppy with bitten lips and dancing tongues.

“Fuck.” Your pussy flutters at the erotic sight, which is only heightened by the water dripping down Chris’ hair turning it dark violet. You raise your hand to brush his hair away from his eyes, but yelp when it's gripped by another and yanked backward at the same time Chris’ hands clasp at your face pulling you into a searing kiss. 

“I need to wash these, princess,” Noah coos in your ear as he brushes his fingertips up and down your arms. Your only response is a loud moan when Chris nips at your lower lips as Noah begins to wash your body. You let the men take turns kissing and cleaning you. By the time the water runs cold, the three of you are thoroughly clean and satisfied once again.

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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.

#motionless in white #bree sucks at fanfiction #fanfiction #motionless in white imagine #chris motionless cerulli #chris motionless smut #chris motionless x reader #chris motionless imagines #chris motionless fanfiction #chris motionless fanfic #chris motionless fic

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

MASTERLIST

Parts:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight❗❗| Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve✨ | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty✨ | Twenty-One | Twenty-Two❗❗ | Twenty-Three | Twenty-Four | Twenty-Five | Twenty-Six❗❗ | Twenty-Seven❗❗ | Twenty-Eight❗❗ | Twenty-Nine | Thirty | Thirty-One | Thirty-Two | Thirty-Three | Thirty-Four | Thirty-Five✨ | Thirty-Six | Thirty-Seven | Thirty-Eight | Thirty-Nine

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

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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[ravieisunhinged]

Rats

Chris Motionless x F!Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: 18+ only. A bit of angst? Smut, and fluff. Mentions of face fucking, praise kink, male receiving oral, female receiving oral, p/v unprotected sex.

Inspired by these lyrics:

“If you speak you lose your turn

So shut your mouth before I fuck it”

Chris had returned home from tour this past week, and you’ve barely spent that much “alone time” with him. You tried to get his attention on multiple occasions, but all attempts have failed miserably.

As a last resort, you decide to give him the “silent treatment”, which you knew would piss him off. Your phone makes a noise, which is a text from him. What do you do? You ignore it.

He tried to text you a few more times, and later on when he came home, he slammed the door shut. Oh, you’ve pissed him off alright.

You were currently washing the dishes, and you heard footsteps. Until, you felt a presence right behind you. 

“Care to explain why you’ve been ignoring my text messages all day?” He asks.

You lie. “Oh, I lost my phone.” Bullshit.

“So if I call it, I won’t hear it right?” He asks.

“It’s on silent Chris, you’re not going to hear it.” You reply coldly.

“Maybe lose the attitude, or we’re gonna have an issue.” He replies.

You stop what you’re doing, and wipe your hands off with a towel before setting it down. 

“I’m not having one.” You say, turning around.

“Are you really going to do this?” He asks, glaring at you.

“Do what? I’m innocent, I did nothing.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Innocent my ass.” He says, before stepping closer to you.

“What are you doing?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

He places a hand around your throat, and squeezes lightly. 

“Well someone has been testing me today. Seems like you need to be put in your place.”

You smirk. “I’m not scared of you, mister.” 

As you say that, his eyes darken. 

“That’s it. Bedroom, now. I want you sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me.” He growls in your ear. 

“Go.” He says, smacking your ass, as you run to your shared bedroom. 

As you get in the room, you sit on the edge of the bed. A moment later, Chris walks in.

“Oh, now you listen to me.” He teases you.

You snort. “Technically, I didn’t have to listen to you.”

“Repeat that again. I dare you.” He says, smirking. Looking down at you.

“I. Didn’t. Have. To. Listen. To. You.” You sass back.

“Someone’s really acting up tonight, isn’t she? Well, you’ve lost your turn.” He growls.

“I’m not scared of yo-” You say before he grabs the material of your shirt, moving you so you sink to your knees on the floor, in front of the bed.

“Enough. Maybe I should put that mouth to better use. Hm?” He chuckles deeply.

You whimper as you look up at him, and he notices. 

“Oh? Okay then.” Smirking, he starts to undo his belt, then unzips his pants. 

Seeing that he was hard, you lick your lips.

“Open.” He demands.

“That’s my good girl. Keep going.” He praises you.

Soon, Chris grabs your hair, and starts to fuck your face.

You moan on his cock, and he throws his head back. “Fuck.”

His hand stays on your head, and soon he can feel himself getting close.

As he gets closer to his edge, his moans get louder. Soon enough, he releases down your throat.

You pull off of him, then you swallow it all. The next thing you know, he pulls you up only to push you on the bed.

He licks his lips, and he starts to take off your clothes.

“Chris-“ You start to speak.

“Shh. Let me.” He says before kissing your neck, then continuing what he was doing.

He leaves marks all over your body, especially on your neck, so people know who you belong to.

Slowly, he kisses down your body until he reaches your stomach.

“Please-“ You whine.

“Patience. Do I need to punish you more?” He suggests.

“No.” You reply.

“Good girl.” He says before continuing.

As he gets to your thighs, he smirks. Kissing your thighs, he reaches where you need him the most.

“All for me.” He says before putting his mouth on you.

As he does this you let out a high-pitched moan. “Fuck!”

He pauses for a second. “Make all the noises you want, let our neighbors know who you belong to.”

Your breath hitches as he continues licking you.

As he’s doing this, he’s grinding himself against the bed. Soon enough, you feel his hands move from your thighs, to your heat.

You feel yourself starting to get close, and Chris notices.

“I can feel you. Let go, love.” He says.

A few moments later, you let go, all over his face. Chris stands up, and licks his face.

Then, he crawls on top of you to kiss you, making you taste yourself.

“Chris-“ You start to speak.

“Shhh. All I want to hear from you are your pretty little sounds. Got it?” He reminds you.

“Yes.” You reply.

“Yes what?” He asks.

“Yes sir.” You say.

He smirks. “Good girl.”

After he takes the rest of his clothes off, he crawls back on top of you, then slams into you. As he does this, you let out a loud moan.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing such a good job for me.” He says in your ear.

He pins your arms above your head, and you whine.

“You want to touch me? Should’ve thought about that before acting up.” He says, kissing below your jaw, while slamming back into you.

It didn’t take long for you to become a babbling mess, and Chris was enjoying every second of it.

“I’m close, please let me-“ You beg before Chris interrupts.

He smirks, and snakes his hand down to your clit. “Cum for me, babydoll.”

You cum finally, and he follows shortly after.

He collapses on top of you, his head laying in between your chest. You run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you, and your face softens.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hey you.” You reply.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you.” He mumbles.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for earlier.” You say.

“Babe, you're fine. I promise.” He smiles.

“You sure?” You ask.

“Positive. You uh, wanna clean up?” He suggests.

You chuckle. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

He crawls up to you and kisses you, then pulls out of you to help you up. After that, you both take a shower, getting into comfortable clothes after.

For the rest of the night, you cuddle in bed.

#chris motionless fic #chris motionless fanfic #chris motionless smut #chris motionless fanfiction #motionless in white fic #motionless in white fanfiction #motionless in white fanfic

[tearfallpixie]

Oblivious - Part 7: Winter Storm

Tags: @nerdraging4point0 @thesazzb @synthetic-wasp-570 @circle-with-me @beaker1636 @itsjustemily @witchyweeb34 @agravemisstake @cookiesupplier @cncohshit @faceless-mirror @nonamessblog @yournecessaryevil @black-damask1999

“Pumpkin? Can you wake up for me?” A soft voice whispered, a hand stroking my hair and coaxing me out of my sleepy state. I blinked open my eyes and saw Chris sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. He was wearing a plain black shirt under his soft trench coat and dark blue jeans with nice black boots. He must have just gotten in.

“How long was I asleep?” My voice was hoarse and sounded like I had just performed for Motionless on stage.

“About 7 hours. I left when Rick told me what happened and just arrived a few moments ago. I figured this was a conversation we should have in person.” I shifted so I was sitting up and wrapped my arms around my knees to curl in on myself.

“Everyone knew.” I whimpered. “Everyone but me knew! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought you knew.” He was trying to stay calm for my sake but I could see how hurt but also sorry he felt on his face.

“I was dating Rick! Why did they just accept that? I had two boyfriends, and no one batted an eye?” My head felt like it was going to explode with the amount of questions that I had going through it.

“Rick and I had always joked that we would fall for the same girl because we always had the same taste in women. I guess when it actually happened no one questioned it at that point.”

“We’ve been friends since high school Chris! How-how long have you had- Rick said we had been dating for a year. Is that true?” He toed off his shoes and sat more on the bed so he could face me properly.

“About that amount of time. My crush on you started when we graduated I think though. We were adamant about making the band work and you stopped at nothing to get us shows and support us and I think watching that made me fall hard for you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before? I had a crush on you since school! I had given up hope that you liked me! That’s why I moved on. That’s why I thought it was ok for me to see Rick! Oh my god you two have been sharing me! And you knew?! Why was there no discussion on how our relationship would change with the addition of him?” I buried my face into my knees as the tears started to fall again, burning my already dry eyes as they escaped.

“To be honest everyone knew it was coming. You two have been closer than friends for years so we knew eventually it would happen. When it did we just fell into step with each other when it came to you. There were no fights for your time or attention, we just flowed easily around the relationship.”

“Wait have I been dating him longer than I knew?!” My hands found my hair and I started tugging at it. The conversation was just making my anxiety rise. Gentle tattooed hands took mine in theirs and pulled them away from my head.

“No, love bug. You’ve been dating him since two weeks before Florida.” I took a deep breath and nodded. At least that was one thing I hadn’t been stupid about.

“I don’t understand.” I sniffled, pulling my hands away and rubbing my tears away.

“It ok. And I’m sorry for all of this. But you can ask as many questions as you want and I will answer them.

“B-but we never had sex. We kissed but I thought it was just-I’m so stupid.” I sobbed, dropping my head again.

“No you aren’t. I thought you just weren’t ready for sex because you never showed any interest so I didn’t push for it.” He scooted closer to me and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I dropped my head to his chest and clung to his shirt. “I should have made it more clear.”

“How did we-how did I get so confused?”

“I never out right asked you to be my girlfriend. I guess I just assumed we were on the same page about what was happening between us.” There was a heavy silence between us for a moment before he spoke up again. “I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship. We can go back to just that if you would prefer.”

“I think I just need some time. I don’t know what to think.” Chris nodded and kissed my temple before standing up.

“I’ll just go out and tell Ricky.” He left the room without another word and left me to think about everything. It wasn’t Ricky’s fault that this happened, and it wasn’t Chris’ either. I had just been clueless and now had to figure out what I wanted to do. Obviously, they had no problem sharing me but did I want that? I stood up, still in my clothes from yesterday and grabbed my coat that was on the desk chair before going over to the window. I slid it open quietly and crawled out, thankful that Ricks room was on the ground floor. The chill and flurries of snow brushed my skin and I shuddered, I guess it had started snowing while I was asleep. Ricks parents lived on a decent amount of land so I slipped away into the tree line behind the home easily, walking for 10 minutes before ending up on the edge of a river.

There was a fine layer of snow coating everything and it seemed like even the birds wanted nothing to do with it, the silence deafening as I sat on the edge of the bank and watched the water flow through the rocks and logs that littered the stream. Despite the cold I felt numb. I didn’t know how I would handle the boys when I got back and I didn’t even know if I wanted to.

Suddenly everything made sense. The way everyone insisted he was my boyfriend, the cute dinners he would take me to for no reason, all the vacations he would take me on, insisting I not pay for a thing despite my being able to. It also explained why Rick was so calm about me traveling with him and insisting I make sure to let Chris know when I was going somewhere alone.

The wind started picking up around me so I pulled my hood up, unaware of the impending storm that was headed my way. I didn’t want to lose both of my boys and I had the thought about them sharing me but now presented with the option I was terrified.

“Casey what the hell?” I heard behind me. I turned to see Ricky and Chris walking towards me with very concerned looks on their faces. “We have a blizzard blowing in and you decide to run off in it?” The guitarist scolded me, coming to my side and taking my bare hands in his. “Baby girl, you’re freezing. What were you thinking?” He asked, blowing hot air on my hands and rubbing them with his gloved hands.

“Sorry.” I whispered. I didn’t know what to say as they both took a seat on either side of me and started trying to warm me up.

“Love bug, we were terrified. Please don’t run off like that again.” Chris murmured, pulling a beanie out of his pocket and tugging it down over my cold ears.

“I’m scared.” I cried, dropping my head onto Ricky and I’s clasped ones.

“Why? We’re not going anywhere unless you tell us to get lost.” Ricky huffed a laugh. “But I’d prefer we had this conversation somewhere a little warmer.” I let out a broken giggle and shook my head.

“Everyone knew.” I whimpered.

“I know baby. But you know now and we’ll figure it out together.” The singer murmured, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “There is no use freezing yourself over this so why don’t we go back to Ricks place and talk some more?” I nodded and we stood to our feet to start trekking through the woods back to the warm confines of the house. The snow got heavier the closer we got but we managed to make it back safely, shaking ourselves of the snow in the front hall before removing our shoes and going into the kitchen.

“Chris, go ahead and take her to my room. I’ll make us all some hot chocolate and join you in a minute.” The singer hummed in acknowledgement and took my still freezing hand in his to pull me back to the bedroom. He dropped my hand and started digging through Rickys drawers before pulling out an old band shirt of his and some black sweats.

“Lets get you into some dry clothes.” He pulled my wet shirt over my head, leaving me exposed and while I wanted to cover myself in shame, I was too exhausted. Once he stripped me, he pulled the shirt over my head and placed my hands on his shoulders to help me step into the sweats. “Come here.” He pulled back the covers and helped me climb into the bed before joining me and pulling me into his arms.

“I’m sorry.” I said through chattering teeth.

“We were so scared when you weren’t here.” I nuzzled under his chin and placed a kiss to his clothed chest.

“It won’t happen again.” I promised. Ricky came around the corner with a tray that had three steaming mugs on it and set it on the side table before crawling in on my other side.

“It better not.” My guitarist chuckled passing us all our cups of hot chocolate.

“I want both of you. I just-what will everyone think?” I mumbled.

“Well seeing as everyone already thought we were dating I don’t think they will care.” Chris teased me.

“But the fans-“

“Strange Chris, I didn’t realize we were in a relationship with the fans. Or that their opinions matter.” Rick popped off with a hint of humor in his voice.

“I didn’t either. We should really have a talk with them because this is completely unfair to us.”

“Shut up you stupids.” I whined.

“Baby, you are the only one that gets to make the decision what you do. We’ll support you no matter what.” Both of them were giving me reassuring smiles and I melted. “You were pretty much dating us both before so we can continue on like that. With you actually informed this time. Or if you just want to be with Rick I will understand.” I looked between them and could tell that they were both very nervous with what I would decide.

“I want both of you.” I finally admitted. The beaming grins that they gave me were worth it as they both started placing kisses all over my face and making me giggle. “Stop it!” I laughed, trying to bat them away. “Chris?” I looked up at the singer who was watching me with such a soft smile. “I love you. Like as a boyfriend this time.” He let out a chuckle and kissed my temple.

“I love you too pumpkin. And you have just made me the happiest man in the world.”

#motionless in white #miw band #chris motionless #chris cerulli #ricky olson #ricky olson fanfic #chris motionless fanfic

[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

#chris motionless fanfic #chris cerulli #chris motionless smut #chris motionless fluff #chris motionless drabble #chris motionless miw #chris motionless x female reader #chris motionless fic #motionless in white fanfic #motionless in white #motionless in white fanfiction #motionless in white x you #windhamsrotunda #chris motionless imagine #chris motionless x you #dont mind all the tags lol

[blxckdragonfly]

Alkaline (Darkness Finds You Universe #4)

(Song: “Alkaline” by Sleep Token. 

Warnings: Mention of overdose, suicide, drug use, slight smut on the page, and then some good old fluff af. 

Pairing: Chris Motionless & Lycia Winters “Pronunciation of her name-- Lai-shuh” (Played by Ana De Armas) 

Synopsis: After being consumed by the recurring nightmare that she gets every three days after the anniversary of the death of her first love, Marcus, Lycia opens up to Chris about the overdose that nearly cost her her life. 

Word Count: 2,924 

A/N: And we’re back! This is a pretty tough one to also begin with but I hope the romance that you read and the fluff afterwards makes this one easier to handle. I hope you enjoy. x Tiger Co-written with @blackrose-92​

Spotify Playlist: Linked Below!)

Lycia and Chris’s Home: Scranton, Pennsylvania– March 17th, 2022.  

Flames, they were bright as the sun– the tint of orange crossing my vision as I saw the silhouette of my first love and boyfriend, Marcus, every inch of his body being swept in them. The smoke filled my lungs and it hurt to breathe. I stood, frozen as the thorny vines wrapped around me, digging into my flesh when I wanted to move and escape. 

“Marcus! Marcus, no! Don’t!” I screamed until I felt my throat become raw.

“Lycia. Lycia, hey. Wake up.” I suddenly hear Chris’s voice but it’s distant, the vines releasing their grip on me and I see a light in front of me, I follow that light. 

I stir and my eyes open, making sure I don’t jerk my body as I see Chris in front of me. His eyes took on a look of worry. I wipe my forehead and I feel a warm sweat on my body, like I’d actually been too close to a flame. I feel his hand move to stroke my hair and he senses how warm I am. 

“Oh, not again,” I grumble. “You’d think I’d be used to this by now.” 

“Baby, this is not something you should be used to,” Chris said as I looked into his worried eyes, the warmth of the chocolate brown. “This isn’t normal, let alone healthy.” 

“If you want to talk unhealthy, babe. You don’t even know half of it.” I say as I sit up in bed, leaning against the headboard, I see a look of intrigue come across his face. 

“What do you mean, Lycia?” Chris asks as he sits with me. I take a deep breath. 

“After Marcus died, the shock lasted several days. I tried to find ways to cope with the pain and then it just got worse after that. Even after drinking, it didn’t help. I went out with a few friends to a party and there happened to be a few people offering cocaine so I took some. 

After the first line, it didn’t do anything. So I kept going until I was offered heroin. In my mindset, I thought that this had been the answer I was seeking. I lost a ton of weight and I was constantly tired. Until about a month later when that same dealer who offered me the heroin came back looking for payment. Even though I was loopy out of my fucking mind, I didn’t consent to what happened between him and I but he did it anyway. I remember him saying it was payment for the drugs. I couldn’t fight him off because I was so high on heroin.” I explained. 

I see Chris look almost sick to his stomach and I see anger crossing his eyes– I know he wasn’t mad at me. I know he was mad about the situation. 

“I didn’t care at that point. I wanted to die– I wanted to see Marcus again, even if it meant killing myself to do it. I filled the syringe up to the max and I injected myself with it. I wanted the pain to stop, so I begged to slip away without any more pain. My brother, Adrian, found me that day. He rushed me to the hospital while I was under, I had two strokes and a heart attack.” 

Chris’s anger disappears and tears come up to the surface in his eyes, as if he wanted to grieve my almost death. 

“I should probably stop, I can see the way it’s starting to get to you,” I murmured. I feel Chris take my hand in his own, he shakes his head at me. 

“No, honey. Keep going,” Chris whispers as he takes on a brave face. I sighed. 

“Even though I almost died, something kept me here. I didn’t know what it was at the time but as I recovered, I was told that I’d be transferred to a mental hospital, where I was put on suicide watch. I understood why though. The only option to get out was going to rehab, which I jumped immediately at and did everything I could to sober myself back up. Get back to a healthier mindset.” 

I felt Chris’s thumb tracing the back of my hand, I could see that he was trying to be strong for me but even then, a single tear fell down his face. 

Every once in a while, something changes

And she's changing me

It's too late for me now, I am altered

There is something beneath

“Babe, I know you’re trying so hard to be strong for me. I appreciate it, I do but you can let it out.” I whisper. He doesn’t say anything for a moment until he pulls me close, laying on the bed and wrapping his arms around me. I lay my head on his chest as I hear his breathing become heavy and he starts to sob softly. We clutch onto each other, shedding tears. 

“I fucking love you,” He says as he sniffs, laying his chin on the top of my head. “I love you so much, Lycia. I’m so sorry that you had to go through such horrible shit like that. Don’t blame yourself for getting into those kinds of situations. You were in such a vulnerable state and the people around you took advantage of that.” 

“I love you too,” My voice is soft as a realization hits me. I knew why I was kept here. I knew it all along. It was the man holding me in his arms. “I think I know what kept me here after all.” 

I leaned in and I wiped away the tears that fell down Chris’s face with my thumb. Our eyes lock as I rest my forehead against his. “You. I would have never met you or fell in love with you if I didn’t make myself recover. You’re the best thing in my life, Christopher Cerulli. You always will be.” 

She's not acid nor alkaline

Caught between black and white

Not quite either day or night

She's perfectly misaligned

Chris is silent for more than a few minutes and I see his face look so touched. He meets my lips in a tender kiss, I respond to him automatically, wrapping my arms around his neck– fingers moving through his blonde hair as he deepens the kiss. When he breaks the kiss, he keeps one hand against my face, thumb tracing my cheekbone. 

“I cannot even tell you how many times I’ve had fans come up and tell me that I’ve saved their lives somehow with Motionless,” He murmured. “But this… This means the entire fucking world to me. Despite it all, despite the amount of pain that you’ve experienced, you still want to stay alive and overcome it. You want to be here and keep on rising. I’m so proud of you, baby. I’ll always make sure to be here for you whenever this time of year comes around. One way or the other.” 

I'm caught up in her design

And how it connects to mine

I see in a different light

The object of my desire

My heart starts to flutter in my chest as I pull him in for another kiss, I’m so grateful for this wonderful and kind hearted man being in my life. 

"I’m so happy I have you by my side, babe. You make me feel better everyday,” I whisper. I see a smile across his face as he moves in to kiss me again, he shifts so I’m on my back with my head on the pillows. I raise a brow at him and he chuckles softly. 

“I just want to love you, right now.” My heart melts as he leans in and kisses me as he moves on top of me slowly, wanting to feel me against him as my arms find their way around his neck. He breaks the kiss and starts his trail down my neck, making my body stretch at the warm feeling. My fingers reached for the black tee that he wore. I pull it off of him, leaving him shirtless. 

I will never fucking get over how hot he looks shirtless. He looks into my eyes, we both break out into smiles as his hand moves towards my face, the lightest touch against my jaw as he meets my lips again.

He reaches for mine and he carefully slips it off of me, our skin brushing against each other’s and it makes me shiver in pleasure. He moves his lips to my shoulders, a sigh leaving my own lips. 

He takes his time appreciating the skin of my upper body, kissing the center of my chest and then moving to my breast, making me run my fingers through his blonde hair as he focuses on both of them slowly. His hands touch my tattoos until he brushes the scars on my arm.

Our eyes meet each other as I see him do something I’d never seen anyone else do, the gesture bringing tears to my eyes. He places his lips onto the scars, kissing them.

That gesture of affection from him made me want him as much as he wanted me. We waste no time getting the last of our clothing off of each other. He kisses me again before going down to my ribcage and stomach, tracing the phoenix on my hip once more as he looks up at me. 

Ooh, let's talk about chemistry

'Cause I'm dying to melt through

To the hеart of her molecules

“After everything you told me, is that why you have this phoenix tattooed on you?” He asks. I run my fingers through his hair softly and I nod. 

“Yes,” I say. “It’s my reminder to keep rising up from the ashes of my past.” 

"Perfect," He whispers. He moves back up and with a warm and meaningful look in his eyes, he places a sweet peck on my lips before moving back down. I suddenly feel his fingers and I let out a soft moan, he grins at the sound that I make. He starts teasing me with his mouth too. 

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper from the pleasure as he switches from using his fingers to his mouth, the way his tongue sweeps me making me cry out and he smirks because only he can make me feel this way. “God, Chris. Fuck.” 

He looks up at me as he caresses my skin with his other hand as his fingers move back inside. 

“I love it when you say my name.” He keeps his pattern going, pulling the best cries out of me. Whimpers and moans that nearly make me almost want to climax right then and there. 

“Babe… I can’t. I need you. Please,” He pulls his fingers away and he moves back up, meeting my lips in a passionate and deep kiss before I decide to push him onto his back on the bed, taking him by surprise as I straddle his hips. I take both of his hands in my own and pin them above his head. He breaks away with a look of shock in his eyes. 

“Well, Lycia. Goddamn. That was hot,” He says and I start to giggle. 

Til thе particles part like holy water

If anything, she's an undiscovered element

Either born in hell or heaven-sent

Either way, I'm into it

I let go of his hands as I took that second to slide onto him, we both let out moans together. I start to move slowly, putting both of my hands on his tattooed chest. 

He lays his own hands against my hips, guiding my movements and tracing my skin as our lips meet in a sweet kiss for a moment, our eyes never leaving each other as he starts meeting my movements with his own. He rests his forehead against mine, I lean down and bury my face into the crook of his neck as our pace stays in this gentle and passionate atmosphere. 

“Babe... Don’t stop,” I whine softly as I see a seductive look cross his warm brown eyes, making me even more turned on if I could. I lightly pull on his blonde hair, a soft growl escaping from within his chest. He leans into my lips once more as he deepens our movements.

“Never, baby. Never.” He murmured as we kept our pace going until we reached our climax together-- me collapsing in Chris’s arms as we both were panting against each other. My head laying on his chest as I trace his tattoos with my fingers, his eyes closing at my touch.  

“I love you,” I whisper as Chris runs his fingers through the dampened strands of my hair, placing a kiss onto my forehead. 

“I love you too, honey. I always will.” I curl into his chest as he holds me close in his arms, never wanting to let me go. He rested his chin on my head as we both fell back asleep together. 

She's not acid nor alkaline

Caught between black and white

Not quite either day or night

She's perfectly misaligned

I wake up later that morning to an empty bed, I glance around for Chris as I sit up in bed. I then see the most beautiful bouquet of my favorite flowers, which are Queen of The Night tulips, they're a type of tulip that are so dark in purple that they look almost black and a note on my nightstand, my heart starts to melt. 

Had to head into the studio to finish the final touches on Scoring The End of The World. I’ll be home in a few hours with a surprise for you. I love you, my Lycia. Never forget how much I love you. 

“You’re the best boyfriend ever, Christopher Cerulli.” I say as I get up out of bed, seeking a shower, a clean set of clothes and breakfast, which is what I do. I changed into a pumpkin orange crop top from Fashion Nova, a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and pulled my hair into a ponytail before opening up my laptop and answering emails, responding to Jeremy about who we should feature for next month’s Outburn. 

I'm caught up in her design

And how it connects to mine

I see in a different light

The object of my desire

A few hours later, I hear the door open and close and my head snaps up as Chris walks into our living room with his hands behind his back. 

“Hi, baby. You said you had a surprise for me?” I asked. 

“I sure do.” He smiles as he sets down a black box with air holes in front of me, sliding it towards me. I hear what sounds like a whine coming from the box. I raise a brow at him.

“Did my present just whine?” I say and he shrugs at me. 

“Maybe,” He says. “Why don’t you open it up and find out, honey?” 

I kneel down and I open the black box and out pop two black pug puppies, their heads sticking out and looking at me with their big brown eyes. My heart melts as I squeal softly. 

“Chris! You didn’t!” I hear him laughing. “Oh, they’re so adorable!” 

I slowly pull them out of the box, I see that one has white on its chest and the other has white paws, the one with the white paws starts to lick my face, making me giggle. 

“They’re brother and sister,” Chris kneels down with the pups, stroking the other pug gently. “Ricky told me he had a friend who was fostering pugs. As soon as he sent me the photos of these two, I knew they were perfect for us. I also knew that you’d love them.” 

“I do,” I murmur as I look at him. “Oh, babe. They’re so precious. This is the best surprise ever.” I lean in and place my lips onto his, kissing him deeply as he moves to hold me in his arms. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you more, my Lycia,” He places a tender kiss on my temple. “So, what should we name these two?” 

“That’s easy. Fang and Luna,” I smile and he grins, kissing my lips in agreement as we watched Fang and Luna play together. “I love that they’re black pugs too. They remind me of Edgar, my friend Felix and his wife, Marzia’s pug. How did you know that I loved pugs?” 

“I talked to your friend on Instagram,” Chris tells me. “Marzia. She told me how much you love seeing Edgar and Maya when you fly out to see her and Felix. She told me that Edgar was really close to you. She helped me with all the essentials on how to take care of pugs too. You’re very lucky to have such lovely friends like her. So I knew that I had to get these two for you so you can have a reminder of Edgar when you’re home with me.” 

I couldn’t have asked for a more loving boyfriend if I tried. The fact that he spoke to my friends before surprising me with this… It meant so much to me that he cared so much. 

“This is seriously the sweetest thing you could have ever done for me,” I told him. “You’re the best boyfriend ever. Words are failing me because I’m so happy.” 

He smiles and kisses me sweetly on the cheek. 

“Good. Because nothing matters to me more than seeing you happy.” I hug him again, listening to the sounds of Fang and Luna’s barks as I close my eyes against him, enjoying this wonderful moment of time.

Not acid nor alkaline

Caught between black and white

Not quite either day or night

She's perfectly misaligned

I'm caught up in her design

And how it connects to mine

I see in a different light

The object of my desire…

(PS: Meet their pugs! This is Fang and Luna! x Tiger)

#darkness finds you #chris motionless x lycia winters #chris motionless #motionless in white #chris motionless fanfic #these two though. man I love them. #Spotify

[ghoulbat666]

𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐨𝐝?

When Chris gets dragged to a goth club with his friends to get him laid, he wasn't expecting to run into someone like Ricky.

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#ghoul’s work #i had such a cool little edit for this with gifs but the quality got destroyed :( #this one’s still good tho very much fits the vibe #ricky horror x chris motionless #miw fanfiction #motionless in white fanfiction #miw #motionless in white #chris motionless #ricky horror #chris motionless fanfic #rpf #rpf fan fiction #ao3 #ao3 writer

[talialovesmiw]

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 🤭)

Taglist: @skulliecadaver-blog @witchyweeb34 @cookiesupplier @raydenrrobertson @sakuracyberhex @beaker1636 @lyschko666 @black-damask1999 @synthetic-wasp-570 @jilliemiw86 @tearfallpixie @vinyardmauro @thatchickwiththecamera @bloody-delusion-expert @th0ughts-pr4yers @zuberweirrd

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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[ladyveronikawrites]

DOMINATE THE GAME MASTERLIST

PAIRING: Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x female reader x Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless

Summary: You are the star player and captain of you college soccer team. When your long time Coach allows his assistant coach to step in for a practice, things heat up in more ways than just one.

*This is real-person fiction. Real people in fictitious situations. If this is not your thing, please find another story to read. Contains power imbalace in form of a coach/althlete au. Please read CWs before continuing.

Minors please do not interact. Any minor/ageless blog that interacts with my work will be blocked.

This work is in collaboration with @nerdraging4point0 please check out her work and give her a follow 💜 #ladyraging

DOMINATE THE GAME

EXHIBITION

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[beaker1636]

Donors Wanted Pt. 1 - Chris Motionless

AN: Hey, here it is. I have never written in first person so if this is slightly lower quality than my other work it is because I am adjusting to that, but here is the first part! I hope you all enjoy it! I have no clue how many more parts I intend for this but it'll be several!

Taglist: @yournecessaryevil @talialovesmiw @ladyveronikawrites @cookiesupplier

I slip out of the shower before making my way back towards my bedroom, trying to decide what I should do.  I know the inevitable is going to happen, the sun is now setting so they should be here with the one who is sick.  I sigh, slipping into some sweatpants and a shirt to be comfortable figuring that  would probably be the best but really not sure how any of this is going to work honestly.

Suddenly Sierra is standing outside my door, startling me when I leave my room.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” I grasp my chest, startled as my body jumps from my sudden presence of my roommate.

“I wanted to tell you that you should probably make sure to eat, this time he is going to need more than usual because of how rough he is and I don't want you too exhausted or to pass out.  I already made some of your favorite pasta and have it on the stove for you,” she says softly, giving me a smile as she steps away to give me room to step out into the hallway.  Her blue eyes show me just how happy she is that I am willing to do this, that I want to help her friend.

“Yeah, okay.  Thanks, I assumed I’d be sitting there awhile too so I wore something comfortable.  I guess I don’t know how to prepare for any of this, honestly I am starting to get nervous about this all Sierra,” I finally admit.  I refuse to look at her, knowing she would want to try and make it better if she knows just how bad I am.

“Hey, I was too the first time I did this for Rick, but then just knowing I was helping someone, that I was able to help him stay alive, it helped me feel like it was worth it.  Now we have a really strong bond, honestly we haven’t labeled it but we’re basically a couple. This isn’t a bad thing honestly, is it going to hurt, yes, I almost guarantee it this time because he is going to be a lot rougher more than likely.  But normal feedings, they don’t.  After the initial sting of the bite it actually can feel okay, or they can make you feel great because it gives the two of you a bond nobody else has with them,” she says.  Her eyes meet mine again as she smiles, I can tell her feelings are genuine. That she means everything she says, that she does feel that bond with Rick.

“I, thank you.  I just needed that reassurance. I guess that this genuinely won't be terrible, come on, lets go eat some dinner before they get here,” I say softly, squeezing her arm as I walk by her in the hallway in thanks for helping me feel better.

We both settle on the couch with a bowl of our pasta, putting one of our favorite shows on the tv so that we could sit and try to relax about this impending moment, me pulling my blanket around myself as I try to warm up, unsure if I feel cold because of my anxieties or if I am actually cold.

We are most of the way through dinner when there is a knock on the door, making me tense up in fear as the reality of what is about to happen comes crashing down.  I almost instantly glance at Sierra, silently begging her to answer the door so I have another couple moments before this actually happens.

She gets up, giving me a reassuring smile before she goes and opens the door, hugging the shorter man that is standing in the front before ushering him in.  Then behind him there are two bigger guys carrying in another, one that is clearly sick.  His eyes are barely even open, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he lets them carry him, limp and unmoving inside of our house. 

I let out a gasp when I realized just how sick he actually is, I don’t know why I thought it wasn’t actually this bad when Sierra told me about him but I didn’t.  This poor man, his black hair hangs in his face, almost covering his dark eyes as they move and gently set him on the couch next to me.

Before I can register what’s happening the shorter one has their arms wrapped around me in a hug, one that I stiffly return, anxious and confused.

“Thank you, thank you so much for helping our leader.  We, we all thought we were going to lose him and we’d never find someone who would help,” he says, his voice soft in my ear before he pulls away with a smile.

“Uhhh… you’re welcome?” I say awkwardly, not sure what I should think about this all.

“Hey Rick, you probably should have said who you were before you just pulled her into a hug, she's already anxious,” Sierra scolds before she looks at me. “That was Rick, he's the clan doctor of this group.”

The one who is named Rick gives me another smile.  His dark hair looks beautiful against his skin and blue eyes, I can understand why Sierra seems to have a thing for him, he is much her type.

“Oh yeah, sorry.  I’m Rick, and those two that helped me bring Chris over are Ryan and Justin,” he gestures to the other two.  I notice Ryan is a bit more bulky, his muscles in his arms prominent as he gives me a slight wave.  The piercing in his nose for some reason stands out to me, maybe because I didn’t expect it.  Justin on the other hand is quite a bit taller than the other men, his hair an artificial blonde color which tells me he either dyes it or intends to.  Justin gives me a sad smile, like he's happy I am helping but distraught over their leader being in rough shape.

“Um Hi? I’m y/n.  Sorry, normally I have more to say but I’m still… processing things.  What do I need to do or whatever,” I say softly, my eyes settling on the heap of a form that is their leader.  My heart is half broken, I can’t help but wonder how long he has been starving to get this sick.  And the fact he is taking the admirable path and refusing to just go eat like most of their kind would and is letting himself starve…. I just can’t wrap my head around this.

“Well, normally you two would meet a couple times a week give or take so that he could come and feed, and you’d arrange that together but he clearly couldn’t do that this time.  I also unfortunately am thinking we may have to umm cut you, make him smell your blood to make his instincts kick in to drink from you.  His body is so shut down that I don’t think he is going to be able to just naturally do it.  Anyways, there are a few things I do think you should know first.  Mostly this one, drinking from a human, it naturally arouses us, so if he ever kisses you or something, please don’t take it badly it’s probably because of that natural response.  Second, we are able to heal your wounds with our saliva, so when it’s done and you allow him to lick the marks they will go away within a few minutes.  And third, most importantly, you are always welcome to cancel this arrangement at any point. It is preferable with notice but if you just decide you can’t do it anymore it is understood and you’d be allowed to leave.  Uhh Ryan, Justin, am I forgetting anything? I’m so used to Chris doing this talk with new people that I don’t remember what all he says.” Rick asks, glancing towards the other men to ask if he missed anything.

“I don’t think so honestly,” Ryan says, giving a shrug as he watches you curiously.  Normally the donors are freaking out more but somehow you don’t seem to be and it is honestly perplexing him, making him wonder why.

“I, I guess we should start this, not waste time in helping him feel better huh?” I ask, my eyes still watching their leaders form as I take in the sight of him some more.

“I’d suggest if you don’t mind maybe doing this in your bedroom, it’s going to take a while so that way you can make yourself comfortable, and so if it is easier he is able to lay down,” Justin quickly suggests, wanting to make this as easy on both Chris and I as he can.

“Uh yeah okay, follow me I guess,” I say softly, leading them towards my bedroom, watching a little curiously as the two men are carrying their leader again as I sit against the headboard, learning back so as to try and be comfortable while they place Chris on the bed next to me.

“I think what will be easiest is to just have you give him your wrist, see if he’ll take it.  If not, do you care if I cut you, not a lot but just enough that it should make him instinctively react and hopefully reach for you? He’d still wind up biting you but at least then we know he is drinking,” Rick asks, looking up at me with his blue eyes looking sad, like he doesn’t want to do this.

I nod, moving to place my arm right in front of Chris, hoping that he’ll find the strength to just lean in and take what he needs but when he doesn’t I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness, wanting him to just do it.  I let out a sigh, moving to hold my hand out towards Rick so that he can take his knife and lightly cut me, hoping he understands that I am telling him to just go ahead and do it.

He also sighs, moving to lightly knick me, enough to make me bleed but not enough to hurt me as I let out a small gasp from the sting.  I move to put my arm in front of Chris’ face again, noticing that his eyes are opening as he just watches me closely, practically drooling over it but not acting.

“Fuck, come on Chris,” I whisper, suddenly aware that I want him to do this, that I want to help him and I feel hopeless.  He finally leans in, smelling me softly before I feel his teeth suddenly clamp down, biting into my flesh hard, making me gasp and let out a cry, in both surprise and pain as he finally gives in to this.  

His lips settle on my skin around his teeth as he finally begins to drink, his hands pulling my arm and me closer to him as he takes what he needs, my eyes meeting his as he does.  I can’t bring myself to look away from his eyes, something drawing me in, neither of us looking away from the other until we hear some quiet cheers from across the room as everyone realizes that he is actually feeding from me.  

I look back towards him again, noticing a small stream of red running down his chin and can’t help myself but to wipe it off with my fingers, noticing how he shuddered slightly under that touch as he continued to drink.  His eyes staying locked on me as he starts to look healthier, gaining more strength and his powerful aura is starting to shine through more and more as he continues.

I start to grow tired as he continues to feed, starting to slump in my bed a little as he continues for a few moments longer, my eyes growing heavy.  He pulls away and looks at me with such a soft expression on his face, one of thanks, adoration, admiration before he pulls my arm back towards him, gently licking at the wounds of his bite and of the cut before he gently places it back down, brushing a strand of hair out of my face before looking towards the others in the room.

“Can one of you go get her some orange juice or something, it’ll help her perk up a little from this,” he says, his tone commanding.  

Within seconds the other three men are scrambling out of the room, headed towards your fridge to do as he asks while your friend Sierra watches you, concerned because of how pale you look.

I don’t look at her though, I choose to look over at Chris again, who is still seated next to me. When I meet his eyes he gives me a smile, a hand settles softly on my arm as he lightly rubs his fingers along the skin that he had previously bitten.

“Thank you, I, just thank you,” he says softly, his eyes watching mine as he continues to treat me so gentle, so valuable and I don’t know what to do about it, what to think.

“Chris, it’s no problem, wanted to help who everyone thought so highly of,” I say softly, rubbing my eyes a little bit as the exhaustion still hits me.

As soon as the words leave my mouth the guys return back, someone shoving a glass towards me of the juice as they all watch to make sure I drink, that I am doing alright.  I finish it and lean back with a sigh, feeling a little better but still not great.

“Well, do you want all of us to sit here and keep an eye on her or do you trust yourself enough to watch her for a little bit herself.  As much as you drank from her, someone needs to watch her for an hour or so, make sure she is okay because it was so much more than usual,” Rick explains, looking at Chris.

“I can do it, you guys have already done more than enough.  Someone go check on Vinny, we all know he still struggles a little bit with urges when he's alone and the rest of you can go, thank you,” Chris says, nodding towards them before they all look towards me again, all giving me their thanks for what I did before they wander out.

It is quiet for a minute while it is only Chris and I in the room, neither of us sure what we should say or what we should think, before he finally breaks the silence.

“Thank you for this… now I feel like we should talk, get to know each other better because we are going to be seeing a decent bit of each other,” he says gently, moving to help me lay down on the bed when he can tell that I am ready for it.  My head now rests on my pillow before a blanket is draped over the top of me while he still sits there next to me.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

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[cookiesupplier]

What She Needs (nsfw)

pairing: Chris Motionless x ofc (Alexis)

warnings/tropes: smut, cockwarming, p in v intercourse, unprotected sex, friends with benefits, pining.

summary: Lex can't focus worth a damn when it comes to trying to study for exams, but thankfully, Chris her best friend and fuck buddy, helped her figure out the best way to get around that problem awhile ago, and he's more than happy to help.

author’s note: Unbeta’d, this might never change, lol.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds

If there is one thing that Alexis hates about being in college, it's when exam season is approaching, because trying to study is always the worst for her. She can never seem to focus when she needs to just sit down and pull out her books and get to studying for her exams.

Oh, the amount of people that had given her advice, from her parents to her friends, to her classmates and professors, even in study groups. There was setting study periods, and writing up time tables, having a study plan and trying to keep to it, setting out her study space and keeping it organized.

Nothing helped her. She always spaced and she just couldn’t focus. Her brain went everywhere at once and she could never focus on just one thing when she tried to study, it was all over the place. It was like the moment she needed to study, the moment she had exams, a switch went off in her brain.

She couldn’t fail again. Alexis had failed too many times and her parents were threatening to cut her off if she didn’t get her act together. It wasn’t like she wasn’t trying, she was desperate, and thank fuck her professor liked her, and could see how hard she was working. Her assignments in class were gold, it was just studying for her finals that destroyed her. Yet, they were worth so much of her grade, and she just couldn’t keep crashing and burning on them.. It couldn’t keep happening.

That was where Chris came in.

Chris had been her best friend forever, and best friend had become benefits a few years back.. For her benefits were a bit less than what she really felt for him, but with him working on becoming a big rock star, Lex never wanted to be the one to hold him back. So, here they were, when he was home, Lex got as much Chris time as she could, and when he was gone, she badgered him on the phone.

He just so happened to be home coinciding with finals season, which was perfect timing, and not something that she always got because explaining this to her last attempt at dating had just turned out… weird. Chris never made her feel weird.

It also never felt quite the same with anyone but Chris. Possibly because of just how big his cock was.

Anyone that had seen Chris cock would understand, but really, none of the guys she's dated other than him could compare to the way he made her feel when he was inside her. Might also be that Chris knew what he was doing, and he seemed to enjoy it as much as she did, instead of making her feel, well, strange.

Opening her door to her dorm, her roommate was spending the night with her boyfriend, she knew by now that when she said she was inviting Chris over for a study session, that it wasn’t something she was going to want to be here for, even if she was really going to be studying. Smiling seeing Chris on the other side of the door, the fact that he was standing there, inconspicuous, unaccosted, told her he’d made it in without incident, while the band wasn’t massive, they were known enough that girls had noticed him on campus last time..

“Hey, Lexi Baby.”

Stepping into the room, Chris didn’t hesitate to pull her into a kiss as he closed the door behind him with a kick of his boot.

“Hey Cerulli, pants off.”

“Yea yea, I know, just using me for my body, as always, I know how it is.”

Laughing,

“Fuck you, you know how finals get, soon as they are over you get to do whatever you want with me, fair play and you know it, the next two weeks, you are all mine.”

Chris smirked as his hands reached down in front of him as he walked towards her slowly, his fingers running along the leather of his belt and sliding the strap out of the loops so he could pull it back and undo the front.

“You said whatever you want with me, baby, but really, you just mean my cock, and we both know it.”

Lex tried not to grin, or blush, she wasn’t embarrassed, she wasn’t. She wasn’t even ashamed, what she was, was a little giddy with the way Chris made her feel. The tingle between her legs had already started long before he had gotten here, and it actually had nothing to do with studying if she was honest. Their friends with benefits, fun, hadn’t started because of the studying, the studying had been something they’d discovered by accident because of the fact she couldn’t handle how badly she was failing, and Chris had wanted to comfort her.

Boy had that comfort fucking helped in ways neither of them had expected.

Chris pushed his pants, and his boxers down around his knees and sat at her desk, positioning her chair as she slid down her panties from her thighs, she was already fucking soak. Once she got them off, before she toss them aside, he snatched them from her hand, and feeling how wet they were, he knew, and groaned before he smirked,

“I love how worked up you get. Come on, study time.”

Reaching for her hip with one hand, nothing more, and wrapping his fingers around his cock, stroking himself, his thumb brush over his tip and gathering up the pre cum that had started to gather and spreading it down his cock. It would be a lie to say he hadn’t been thinking about this the whole drive over here. Was it fucked up to admit he actually looked forward to these sessions? Yes he was helping Lex, his best friend, but damn, being balls deep inside of her was the most fucking perfect feeling in the world. Having her just sitting on his cock, her velvety heat, wrapped around him, leaning back, practically throbbing, sometimes he swears he can fucking heat her heartbeat in her pussy through his cock.

It was fucking surreal and he absolutely loved it.

He was going to hate it when she finished her degree and didn’t need to study anymore.

This was her final year.

Had he made sure he was going to be home, and ready and willing for her to use him all the way through when she needed to study for finals? Fucking, hell yes he had!

As he held himself, Lex hiked up the skirt of her loose short dress, and leaned her ass back, with Chris’ hand on her hip, leaning forward a little against her desk, backing up, he lined himself up to her pussy and moaned as she felt him run the head of his cock along her slit. With that she lowered herself down, slowly pushing him inside of her, and groaned as he filled her, inch, by inch, and it was perfect, he was perfect.

It was like that big cock, filling up her cunt, just pushed every other thought from her head, and wiped everything from her mind that she didn’t need. Letting all the mess, all the chaos flit away, and she leaned back against his chest with a sigh as she rocked back against him as she settled for just a moment.

“Time to study Lexi Baby.”

That was how it went, Chris let her use him, and his cock, to study. Ever since the time he’d literally fucked all the thoughts out of her head, and she’d had the most perfect study session in the world. So far anyway. Since then, they’d just gotten even better, at least the ones when Chris was involved.

So Lex set to study, Chris kept his hands to himself, he knew better than to distract her while she was studying, he was so handsy, and the moment he touched her he’d be gone. Like this, he behaved, like this, he knew what he was do, he behaves, and he was so fucking good for her. Truth was, he needed this, realizing how much he enjoyed her using him like this, he didn’t tried it with other girlfriends, but it just wasn't the same. It was good, it was fine, it just wasn’t… Lex.

An hour passed.

Two.

Chris was sitting back, his eyes closed, still as anything. His hands gripping the chair, swallowing at the way he felt every pulse run through her in his cock, fuck…

Finally, Lex dropped her pen down to her desk with a sound of victory, and was clenching around him in reaction to her enjoyment drawing a fucking loud groan out of Chris when she did.

“Go on, have your fun, I know you’re just desperate to, by now.”

Oh, Chris was desperate, in so many ways, but she had no clue really what for.

“Fuck, anything for you Lexi Baby.”

She had no idea. He didn’t get up right away though,

“Arms up.”

She did, lifted her arms, and he was lifted up her dress, tossing it aside, and just like that she was left without a stitch of clothing on her body, and he groaned,

“Fuck, not even wearing a bra for me, Suck a good girl, arn’t you.”

His hands grasped her hips as he stood up from the chair, bending her over the desk,

“Hands.”

They were immediately flat on the desk by her books to support her as he started to fuck into her, as hard, and as deep as he could fucking go. Fingers dug deep into her hips, there was no way he wasn’t going to be leaving marks on her perfect milk skin, he might have perfectly illustrated skin, but she was an almost pure canvas. Chris loved it though, watching the bruises bloom over her skin from his fingers, his lips, his teeth.

Pounding his cock into Lex, she cried out at the sheer force in which Chris claimed her body. He’d gone from one extreme to the other in seconds, and if anyone asked her how much she loved it, there would be no words. He could fuck her hoarse and she would thank him. More than once she’d gotten warnings from the RA on her dorm floor when they did this, which was why when a scream slipped out this time he pulled her up and shoved two fingers into her mouth.

“As much as I like those screams, you’re going to pass those exams like a good fucking girl, and one more reprimand and we’ll both be in trouble, wont we, Lexi Baby?”

Whimpering around his fingers as he continued to fuck into her from behind, his other hand reaching around her, rubbing furiously at her clit, fuck, she wasn’t going to last.

“Go on, cum on my cock, that pretty pussy is fucking prime.”

That was all it took, she shuddered as she clenched around him, cumming around his cock, sucking on his fingers even harder with a moan as she did, keeping her mouth occupied so she didn’t scream out yet again.

“Such a good girl. Keep going.”

His fingers stayed hooked into her mouth as he continued to fuck into her, his thrust becoming harder, and a bit sloppy as he got closer until he could barely hold back and then with a last shuddering shove of his cock he was cuming inside of her. Lex could feel him, feel the warm of her filling her with his cum and fuck, when he pulled out, she knew it would start spilling between her thighs, she’d be a mess, and enjoy every second of it.

“Fuck.” Chris hadn’t even pulled out of her yet when he was sitting back in the chair, and bringing her down with him, enjoying being inside of her, just like he was earlier. Nuzzling the back of her neck with a groan..

“Same time tomorrow, right?”

Humming, her head tilting back against his shoulder a little as her hand settled against his bare thigh and her fingers squeezed lightly.

“Yep.. but maybe I’m not done with you tonight. As good as your body is Cerulli, how bout a movie?”

Feeling his lips curl into a smile against her skin against her neck,

“Sounds good to me, Baby.”

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[ravieisunhinged]

No Sleep

Chris Motionless x Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: Just fluff.

Prompt:

"I'm gonna carry you to bed if you keep arguing with me about not needing sleep."

(from thelonelyempath)

Currently you were on your desktop, playing some video games. You lived with Chris, who you're in a relationship with. He wasn't home at the moment, but would be soon.

You've been awake all night, and didn't plan on going to bed yet. Even though you were starting to get a bit tired. Hearing the door open and shut, your ears perked up for a second. Still gaming on your desktop, you heard footsteps throughout the house.

Chris walks in, and waits against the doorframe until you're finished. Once you're done, he clears his throat.

You turn around, and see him leaning against the doorframe. With his arms crossed. He raises an eyebrow before speaking. "Are you really still awake?"

"Yeah, why?" You ask.

"I dunno, maybe because you should sleep?" He says.

"I'm good." You say, laughing.

"I'm serious. You need sleep." He says before walking closer to you.

"No." You sass back.

"No?" He says, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, no." You reply.

He sighs. "I swear to god."

"I don't see god anywhere." You say.

"Babe, I'm gonna carry you to bed if you keep arguing with me about not needing sleep." He says.

Raising an eyebrow, you challenge him. "Do it, you won't. I don't believe you."

"Oh really? Alright then." He says, before picking you up, taking you out of your chair.

You gasp, and you give him a death stare.

"I'll turn it off after you get in bed. Okay?" He says.

"Fiiiiinnnnneeeeeee." You say, clearly annoyed.

As he walks to your shared bedroom, you yawn.

"Knew you were tired." He says, smirking.

"Shut up." You mumble.

"Never. Now get some sleep." He says, putting you to bed.

"Fine." You say turning around.

"Don't be like that. I'll be back okay?" He says.

"Okay." You say before closing your eyes.

Chris walks out of the room to shut your computer off, then he comes back to make sure you don't get out of bed. Since you're so stubborn.

You cuddle up next to him when he joins you in bed, then you fall asleep soon after. 

"Goodnight, baby." He says.

Chris stays there for a couple hours. When he decides to get up, he kisses your forehead. You don't wake up until later in the day.

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[tearfallpixie]

So my Choosing You and Oblivious stories are probably on an indefinite hiatus. I just have no inspiration currently for them but they will be finished.

That being said, Who wants the Vinny story posted tomorrow?

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[windhamsrotunda]

Another Chris Motionless fanfic is coming your guys's way 🖤

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