#ricky locked me in the bathroom

[icallhimjoey]

"ricky locked me in the bathroom"

#joe quinn #joseph quinn #instinct #DAN DWEEMAN #lil 21 y/o joey #such a baby #ricky locked me in the bathroom

[kisses4reid]

convenient pt.5 | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

FINAL CHAPTER

pt 4 - (this a continuation, you must read every part for prior knowledge)

summary - it might be the last time you see the man who helped you write your biology report.

warnings - awkwardness, TINY fallout, i think spencer himself should be a warning but 🤷‍♀️

genre - college!fem!reader x earlyseasons!reid, fluffy, slight angst

a/n - last part. thank you for the support, seriously could not be more thankful. this was originally going to be a debut oneshot, and now i’ve got the longest taglist i’ve ever had and more followers than i could imagine. i hope you enjoy this last part, i hope it lives up to what you wanted it to be ❤️

spencer folds up the steel ladder and places it in the damp, cold storage room in the back of the convenience store. he watches you lock the whining store up before you meet eyes and he takes a step back. an invitation to walk with him, which you happily accept.

his hair is messier, and under the umbrella you stole from the store, the muted streetlight highlights his brown eyes to turn them golden. hidden freckles pop out in places, eyelashes seem delicate and dance-like.

simply beautiful.

spencer grabs you by the elbow and pulls you to him slightly, looking down at the concrete pathway. you look down and back, only then noticing the massive puddle you were one step away from.

his fingers slide off as you smile at him as a thanks. you elbow burns.

a letter you received a few days ago reminds you of a ticking clock and you suddenly feel a rush of adrenaline. you clear your throat before starting, “when will i know more about you?”

spencer placed his hand in his pocket, other hands fiddling with the umbrella. “when you ask more questions,” he answers with a nervous smile.

you nod, arms crossing. “cats or dogs?”

“both?”

you glare but accept it and continue, “how many siblings do you have?”

“0. why does this matter? why do you want to know more about me?”

“well you already know how many siblings i…” you stop in your tracks, and he looks you up and down concerned. “spencer… i never told you i have a brother.”

a wave of anxiety takes over you, eyes wandering the man, heart beating at an alarming rate. you felt like a switch had been flipped in you by the revelation.

he blinks and takes a deep breath, avoiding eye contact with you once you raise your head. “how did you know my brothers name was ricky, spencer?”

the stranger shuddered at the vermin you attached to his name in confusion. he fumbled over his thoughts, looking around before he felt the umbrella get snatched from his hands. you steps splashed and echoed down the empty mornings street. but all the man could hear was a breaking heartbeat.

you shook the white umbrella off before stepping out of the small elevator, jumping in fright when you were met by logan’s blushed face. and a certain blonde man’s as well. your eyes danced between the both of them, ricky’s hair a mess, before you rolled your eyes and shoved a brass key in your paint-chipped apartment door.

“y/n, what happened?” logan called anxiously.

“i’ll tell you in the morning.” you opened your door.

“technically it’s-“

“shut it, ricky. and fix your hair before anyone else sees you.”

the slam of your door echoed down the apartment hallway, but not in your dark apartment. suddenly your home was quiet and lonely, drab and wet. a drizzle started outside and before you could feel bad you took the umbrella from spencer, you reminded yourself that you had nearly fallen for a stranger.

you dropped your keys on the kitchen counter and headed to your bathroom, rubbing your tired hands over your face in disbelief.

your heart wouldn’t stop yelling in your ears, you felt unsafe in your own home.

and yet the person who caused you to feel endangered was the only person you wanted to comfort you.

you couldn’t forget about spencer, even when he didn’t show up for 5 days.

every time the bell rang at the opening of the store’s door, you glanced up immediately. wanting? yearning? fear? you didn’t know, you never knew. the woman who had the shift before you was out the door before you could talk, though you were somewhat thankful. these days you wanted everything but to talk to people.

as soon as you sat down, pulled the company vest over your purple sweater, and grabbed the sticky note left by the previous worker - isla, or isabelle, her name tag was old - a lady in bright pink layers and bright pink hair clips stomped towards the counter.

great, you thought, two minutes into the shift and i’ve already got a complaint. you should’ve expected it, as it seemed an unlucky streak was beginning.

she placed her loudly coloured purse on the counter and suddenly- smiled?

“y/n?” her voice was sweet, high, like a hug.

“yes?”

and then it dropped, and she placed her hands delicately but passive-aggressively on the counter top.

“first off i would like to say, you are a gorgeous woman, and you work purple like no other- but your actions?”

you had no idea where this was going.

“my boy is sad because of you. he worked hard to start talking to you, to keep talking to you and oh, because i got excited my little genius might have a love interest in his little comic book of craziness you get all, ew he knows everything about me and i know nothing about him and i-. oh. yeah that is creepy.”

you nod, it’s about spencer.

“he is an amazing agent,”

agent?

“and he incredibly smart, and he’s a little cutie! spencer likes you very much, i thought he was going insane when he would suddenly start smiling out of no where while looking at crime scene photos.”

crime scene?

“he did not ask me to do a background check on you, that is completely my fault. i was feeling very protective and wanted to make sure he wasn’t being catfished somehow or tricked into a cult- which isn’t that far from what we deal with everyday-“

“everyday?”

“yeah well- oh.” she covers her pink lips, “oh honey. he didn’t tell you what he does for a living?”

an old couple and two teenagers were eavesdropping now. you nearly forgot you were working.

“he told me he couldn’t say… he’s an agent?” you fiddled with the forgotten note and furrow your eyebrows.

“fbi.”

you felt like you had lost half your body you felt so light, so free. you let yourself smile for the first time since last night, and place a hand over your mouth. spencer likes you very much. finally something made sense.

“that’s why he knew my brothers name?”

“i am so sorry, i totally over stepped and he is like a baby giraffe when it comes to girls. which doesn’t say much because you’re like the first girl he’s been interested in like,” she starts counting on her finger before you interrupt.

“it’s okay. you can tell spencer i forgive him, or something like that. i’m like a baby giraffe as well.” you say repeating her simile back at her.

she giggles at the connection and picks up her purse, smile wide on her sunny face.

“you can tell him later, they come home from arizona tonight.”

you locked the store doors, heart thudding as your count down was ticking down. you had just finished your last shift.

taking a few steps back, crossing your arms to huddle in the knitted sweater, your eyes wandered over the familiar store.

the store’s name in bright fluorescents, the security doors that didn’t actually have a working sound alarm (nobody but the employees knew), the weeds in the pavement and the flickering street lamp just to the left. so many conversations happened under that light, it seemed to be convenient.

“y/n?”

you spin on your feet, a breeze of all too familiar cologne greeting you before the sight of the tall man. his face was air washed, slightly blushed and smooth but chiseled. brown hair waved in front of his eyes in the misty breeze, a purple scarf warming his neck on top of an untidy suit. he was simply handsome. so goddamn handsome.

his eyes wandered your presence. his favourite colour on you, your hair pushed back into a loose ponytail with the two pieces at the front falling out, the cold air reddening your nose. you were unforgettable to him.

“hi spencer.”

he sighed with relief at the sound of his name, no anger attached, only longing. he slowly approached you, fully taking your attention away from the store. “you’re not angry at me any more, for stalking you?”

you smirked, “technically you didn’t stalk me.” he raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. “i talked with one of your friends.”

“penelope.” you nodded, the name matching the face perfectly. he smiled to himself and took another step forward, a metre away. “i’m sorry i didn’t try to stop her, and for listening to her when i didn’t.” he replied, sincerity evident through the slightly pained expression he looked at you with.

“it’s fine, spence.”

spencer held his breath for a second, the nickname seeming so special and seamless coming from your mouth. you glanced back at the store, a pang of sadness hitting you before you rocked on your feet. “i should probably get home.”

“no!” spencer winced at his voice, hand reached out and hovering unconsciously, “sorry, you can- i’m not- uh. you should totally-“

“spencer i’m not going to be working here anymore.” you interrupt, receiving a surprised expression in return. “i got an offer to work in a lab with one of the top researchers in my course. so,” you thinned your lips and closed your eyes for a second in an attempt to call on some courage, “i really really need you to ask me out. right now. or i’m totally going to embarrass myself and attempt to do it, and i really don’t think you want that- trust me i do not have any-“

“i’ll ask you out then.” he took a smaller step forward, you adjusted your head to look up. he was so tall. “right now.” you gulped, he fiddled with his fingers with his eyebrows furrowed. it brought out those lines that were permanent not too long ago. “which by the way, you have every right to say no to this question. a-and i was really hoping we would be in a brighter and cleaner- and more romantic- place right now but with the circumstances and how i kind of told you i was going to do this anyways, i feel like i owe you it to you right now and i want to as well um-“

you stepped forward, chests centimetres apart. you could feel his breath on yours as you placed a hand on the previously bruised cheek, other hand grabbing him by the purple scarf, bringing him down softly to meet you in the middle.

“i’ll go out with you, spencer.” you whisper into his lips.

you smiled before kissing him lightly, his hands stopping for a millisecond before one appeared on your waist and the other on your rosy cheek. his heartbeat was thumping in his ears, a rush of happiness causing a wide smile to mix into the kiss. you couldn’t help but mirror it. you pulled away, returning flat on your feet as spencer followed, neck craning before taking his own breath.

“you will?” spencer croaked, cheeks and ears reddening. you nodded feverishly, “that’s great- that’s um.” his hand dropped to your arm, eyes wandering over your face in disbelief he actually pulled this whole thing off. sorta.

maybe it was the fact he would’ve never seen you again that scared him into mumbling, maybe it was the fact he had been yearning for weeks now. maybe it was the fact you admitted you were going to ask him out anyways, maybe it was a biology report you needed help with.

“walk me home, spence?” you grinned, dropping your arm to link with his, body heat embracing the two of you. he turned with you, steps becoming slowly synchronised. and although he had to awkwardly bend his arm at the unfamiliarity at the gesture, spencer felt more comfortable than he could ever imagine.

“so, bookstore? weekend?” he asked sheepishly, looking down at you.

“sure thing.” you reply, bringing him closer and squeezing his arm in happiness.

spencer, definitely nerdy enough.

you hid behind spencer’s kitchen counter, glancing over at emily, garcia and jj and copying their cheeky grins. having your boyfriend work with a found family had its perks, especially when they accept you instantly.

aaron hotchner, the man you had grown less afraid of over the months, was peeling out of spencer’s bedroom door, before he quickly moved out of sight.

the door rattled, it clicked, it opened.

“happy birthday!!!” everyone screamed. spencer was rigid but stood with a great smile, cheeks red and eyes wide.

“hey guys.” he croaked in surprise.

you slowly walked to him with his birthday cake as morgan slipped a birthday hat on the younger man.

spencer looked at you with stars in his eyes, hands itching to hug you like he usually does when he sees you. you placed the cake down, gave him a peck on the cheek and told him, “make a wish, spence.”

and he blew out the candles promptly. and he wished a million wishes. most if not all, being about you.

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[tearaez]

PARTY

boss!ricky, dom!ricky x fem!reader, 1.5k words, not grammar checked so please point out any mistakes you see so I can fix them, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!!), breath play/choking, pet names, please let me know if I missed anything!! Meant to be read with the song below !!

You didn't want to be here, but it's not like you had a choice. It was one of the only times that your company had an event like this, and all employees were required to attend, that included your boss. No one ever saw much of him, not even you, you'd maybe seen him a total of two or three times prior to this event, but you weren't very fond of him. For all you knew, his position was to just sit there and look pretty, you never saw him doing anything, nor did you ever care for anything that he did. On this night in specific, you felt uneasy, like you were being watched. Sure enough, there he was; Ricky stood against the wall, talking to some of the HR staff, his eyes never leaving your frame, despite being mid conversation. You couldn't deny that he was a good looking guy, especially with his outfit for the party. He wore a black velvet button down covered by a black suit vest, and some black dress pants. Although it wasn't much, damn did it compliment his slender frame.

You hadn't realized that you and Ricky had been staring at each other for a while until you felt a finger tap your shoulder, revealing a man you'd never seen before. "Hey beautiful, wanna dance?" By the way the man spoke, you could tell he was intoxicated; it only took a few seconds longer for you to notice that he reeked of alcohol. You politely shook your head, taking a step away from him, trying to set some boundaries, but he obviously didn't care. "Aw come on~ Don't be a buzzkill darling~" The man spoke, his hands making their way to your waist, gripping it harshly as he tried to pull you closer to him.

"I'm not interested.." You spoke, trying to distance yourself from him but he wouldn't budge.

"I'm not gonna ask you again. I said let's dance." You were surprised, to say at the least a his change of tone, the awkward smile on your face being replaced by a look of disgust.

"Can you not hear? I said-"

"No, she said no. Now get lost before I have you fired." Ricky spoke from behind the man, the hand that he had on his shoulder harshly yanking him away from you. You just stared at Ricky, the smirk he had on his face earlier that evening being replaced with a scowl of anger. You snapped yourself out of your trance, opening your mouth to finally say something, but he spoke first. "Meet me back in five if I matter." He nodded in the direction of the bathrooms, taking a good 10 seconds to just stand in front of you and look you up and down, before returning to the conversation he was having before you had your previous encounter.

Who were you to say no? Especially to him? Hell, the man's so good looking he could probably tell the air vents what to do and they'd listen. You occasionally glanced over to where Ricky was, checking to see if he was still there. After what seemed like forever, but was a few measly minutes, his eyes locked with yours as he started heading towards the bathroom, you following soon after you saw him disappear behind the door.

When you'd entered, Ricky was nowhere to be seen. "Ri-" You began to speak, but you were cut off by a large hand cupping your mouth.

"Shh, keep it down, don't want anyone to know we're in here, kitty." You made a face at his nickname, opening your mouth to speak before you were cut off by him yet again. "You know why you're in here, right?" He questioned, the hand that was over your mouth sliding down your shoulder onto your waist, teasingly tracing your curves until he got to the door lock, locking the door so no one could interrupt the two of you.

"Uhm.. no, Mr.Shen." You looked up at him, one of his eyebrows raising, trying to determine if you were playing dumb or not. A devilish smirk spread across his face as he looked to the side, before turning his attention back to you.

"Well, let me tell you kitty.." He started, leaning in closer to you your faces only inches apart from each other. "I want you to pay me back for helping you with that creep earlier... do you think you can do that, hm?" Ricky's hand snaked itself around your waist, pushing you against the metal door as he got closer.

"A-And how would you like me to do that, Mr.Shen..?" You gulped, your voice hoarse and never louder than a whisper, causing him to lean in closer to you, his lips now on the side of your ear.

"Don't make me explain, you know what I want." Ricky's voice was stern, his face lifting until he was eye level with you once more. "Do you think you can do that for me, kitty?" You found yourself lost in his words, mindlessly nodding at him, his smile returning. He lifted a hand to caress the side of your face before pulling you to him, crashing his lips onto yours in a deep, sensual kiss. You were too distracted by his taste that you almost didn't feel his cold hands on the small of your back, unzipping your dress before tossing it onto the counter behind him. His hand made its way to your hair, bunching all of it up in a make-shift ponytail before yanking your head back, a gasp leaving you at the action.

"listen kitty, i wanna hear you, but you can't be too loud.. can't have other employees finding out about our little meet up.." he whispered against your neck, his free hand caressing your sides once more, making its way to your panties, moving lower until they ghosted over your cunt, beginning to rub your clit at a painstakingly slow speed. You looked at him, a light blush creeping onto your face as you had realized that you were basically naked while the man in front of you was still completely clothed. After a bit, his fingers finally moved the fabric to the side, swiping through your folds a few times before one of his long, slender fingers pushing inside of you, finally earning a sound. "ah, there it is." Ricky whispered to himself, inserting another one before beginning to move his fingers, the speed increasing with every thrust. The bathroom was filled with nothing but the sounds of your dripping cunt from his index and middle fingers thrusting into you at light speed.

"Mr.Shen.." You whimpered, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to that sweet release you wanted. At your words, Ricky pulled his fingers out of you with a puff of air leaving him, struggling with the buttons and zipper of his dress pants before throwing them behind the both of you near where your dress laid.

"No more of that Mr.Shen crap kitty, just call me Ricky." He growled, taking his thick cock in his hands, pumping it a few times before picking up one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist. "I hope you can take me, because once I start I'm not slowing down." He spat, swiping his tip through your folds, sending a shiver through your body. He slowly pushed inside of you, groaning as he felt you tighten around him as he bottomed out. You both moaned in unison when he started moving, your a bit louder than his, a bit louder than what he wanted it to be. His hand starting moving upwards, this time coming to the front of your neck, pressing you against the door as he thrusted into you. "Not a sound kitty, not a sound." His hand tightened and released every few times he thrusted into you, all of your moans being caught in your throat, none but very few leaving.

"Ricky.." You managed to get out, you weren't going to last long, the time between him edging you with his fingers and him shoving his cock inside you wasn't a big break, you were gonna unravel any moment. "Please, so close.."

"Does my kitty wanna cum, hm?" Ricky teased, placing a quick kiss to your lips as his thrusts got faster releasing his hold on your neck as both of his hands went to your hips, pulling you flat to his waist every time he disappeared inside of you. "I'll allow it this time, go ahead kitty.. cum all over my cock." And with those words, you finally let go, creaming all over him. "There we go, almost there kitty, just a little bit more..." He whispered, peppering kisses all over your neck as he continued his abuse on your cunt trying to chase his own high, a loud groan leaving him as he shot his seed inside you, the both of you stilling, trying to catch your breath.

"Well, can't say I didn't have fun with you kitty, but I'm afraid this won't just be a one time thing... Meet me in my office tomorrow at 4, then I can give you a thank you for your thank you."

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YAYAYAYAYAY after an hour of writing & markiplier videos it's finally done !! happy to have finally posted something after not having really wrote anything since my taerae rush earlier this year, my apologies :( @onlyhoons

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[foliosriot]

Am I Fuckable?

my gif, please give credit if you use it. thank you!

pairing: vinny mauro x reader

warnings: lots of teasing. vinny being an annoying fuck (affectionate). unprotected p in v sex. hair pulling. vocal vinny for the win!! lots of love bites and hickeys. if i missed anything please let me know! 18+ only MDNI or i’ll block you.

a/n: this is heavily inspired and based on Photoshoot BTS 2019 from ricky’s youtube channel hehe

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New York City is insane.

Simply trying to find a parking spot in the middle of the night is difficult, and that alone is reason enough for you to never move here.

Ryan had been driving around the same couple blocks for what felt like hours searching for somewhere to park. You could hear AJ talking to, what you assume is, Ricky and his video camera. However you can’t tell what’s being said, everyone’s voices having melded together in your brain a long while ago.

You have your head resting on Vinny’s shoulder, the same position you’ve been in long before arriving in NYC. You had been attempting to sleep, and was successful at one point! Then the frustration and exhaustion permeating throughout the van was stifling and forced you awake.

The only place you know you’ll be able to properly fall asleep is the hotel bed that’s waiting for you.

It feels like an eternity before Vinny moves his hand from your thigh to your hand that had been resting limply in your lap. His fingers slot between yours, followed by a gentle squeeze.

“Hey, mama.” His voice is quiet in your ear. “We we can go up to the hotel now. Come on.”

You groan into Vinny’s shoulder but lift your head anyways. The interior lights of the van are on, and everyone is filing out. Vinny gives you a loving smile as he hops out as well, then turns to take your hand. You graciously but tiredly accept and allow him to help you exit the van to get your bags from the trunk.

With bags in hand and the vehicle locked, Ryan leads everyone back towards the parking garage entrance. You’re holding onto Vinny’s hand and attempting to lean your head on his shoulder once more as you walk. It’s proving to be a bit difficult, but you manage just well enough as you walk inside the hotel.

Your friends go a different direction as you, Vinny, and Ricky walk another way. You struggle to move your legs as exhaustion is settling into your limbs. But then Ricky’s unlocking one of the room doors and leading you and Vinny in.

Once in the hotel room, you blearily watch Ricky set his bags down before heading to the bathroom. While he’s in there Vinny helps you get undressed and into your pajamas, which consists of one of his t-shirts and a pair of leggings. The feeling of his warm hands against your skin is making you even sleepier.

He’s got you situated under the covers and your pillow is so soft and you’re just so tired…

What seems like only a second later Vinny is sliding in to bed next to you. In your half awake state you inch closer to him until he’s curling one of his arms around your body and pulling you into his chest. With your face buried in his neck you comfortably fall asleep.

In the morning, you’re rudely awoken by Vinny jostling around. Without opening your eyes you can tell he’s trying to get out of bed, but you still have your body wrapped around him, much like a koala bear.

“Baby, baby.” You feel Vinny’s hand running up and down your back. “You gotta let go of me so we can get ready.”

You mumble a bout of nonsense without releasing him from your grip. He chuckles softly. Then he’s kissing your head and proceeds to gently pry you off of him. You grumble and groan as your hands and arms are dislodged from your boyfriend, thus freeing him from the bed and you.

Vinny maneuvers you back in to a comfy position, and plants a trio of light kisses to your cheek.

“You can sleep for a few more minutes,” he murmurs in your ear. “Then you gotta get up, okay, babe?”

His voice is gentle as he talks to you, but you don’t want to listen to him. You want to stay in bed all day with him and cuddle until you’re set to leave New York. But you know you’ll have to get up eventually. So you grunt in response and listen to Vinny make his way to the bathroom.

A couple minutes later the hotel door opens and you lift your head at the smell of coffee. Ricky enters your line of sight and you see that he holds a tray of various drinks. He smiles when he notices you peeking out of the covers.

“Morning. Vin told me your order,” Ricky tells you as he approaches the bedside. He takes one of the drinks from the tray and holds it out for you. He waits until you’re shoving yourself out of the hotel blankets, and you go to take it from him.

“Thank you, Rick,” you say in a sleepy voice.

You go to take a sip of the drink he got. And as soon as the liquid meets your tongue you sigh in satisfaction. Vinny knew exactly what you would have wanted, and that has your heart swelling. You continue to drink the beverage as you watch Ricky set his and Vinny’s drinks down and go to pick up his camera. He does a quick little update while walking around the hotel room, appearing to be mindful to keep you out of shot because he knows you don’t like being on camera all that much.

Once you’ve downed most of your drink you decide it’s probably time for you to get ready. With the remainder of your drink on the nightstand and your feet on the floor, you gather the clothes you’ll need for the day and your toiletries before knocking on the bathroom door. You find it unlocked and go in.

From behind the shower curtain Vinny calls out your name.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you answer back, setting down your things on the countertop and on the lid of the toilet. “Hope it’s okay if I’m in here getting ready.”

“Totally okay, babe,” Vinny replies over the sound of the water. “Almost done anyways.”

You pay no mind to his words whilst changing out of your pajamas, letting them settle in a pool of fabric off to the side on the tile. You’re slipping on a fresh pair of undergarments just as the shower water turns off. Then the curtain is pushed open and you watch Vinny step out through the condensation that’s accumulated on the surface of the mirror. He pauses when he sees you standing there. Then he’s stepping up behind you, the heat of his body radiating at your back. The smell of his shampoo is suddenly overwhelming. And his hands are resting tentatively on your hips.

The small space is steadily growing more and more suffocating. Your stomach is tightening at the feeling of Vinny’s hands on your skin, now firmly holding onto you. The buzzing hum of the fan is the only sound, and it has your head spinning. Or it’s because Vinny is now pressed up right against you.

“Vin.”

There's a slight warning in your voice, but you’re quiet when you say it. You can feel Vinny’s breath on your shoulder and neck. You then meet his gaze through the mirror’s fog. His eyes are dark and there is a very specific emotion nestled in their depths that ignites a dull fire deep down in your gut.

“Vinny.”

This time, you force your voice to be firmer. Your heart is racing, your ears are ringing, and you can feel slivers of water running down your backside from wherever Vinny’s own body has made contact with yours. He blinks slowly, humming his acknowledgement.

“You need to dry off,” you remind him, your voice undoubtedly wavering.

Vinny doesn’t say anything. All he does is lean in and presses his lips to you, his breath scalding hot against your bare skin. Neither of you speak while he’s leaving prolonged, open-mouthed kisses from one shoulder to the base of your neck, and then all the way across to the other shoulder.

With each touch of his lips a wave of goosebumps flutters down your body. Your spine is tingling and you’re struggling to repress a shudder. Vinny’s hands are ascending slowly, his fingers grazing roughly along your stomach and ribcage.

You aren’t quite sure what’s gotten into him, but you’re enjoying it. He nips gently at your flesh and it has you leaning your head back.

At one particular spot on your shoulder, Vinny takes his time. He’s gnawing and sucking at your skin. His tongue meets the hickey before he’s biting at it, and you’re seeing stars.

But then he’s pulling away. The warmth of his body suddenly disappears, and your head is forced back up. You whip around to see Vinny casually drying himself off, to which he proceeds to wrap the towel around his frame and then exits the bathroom with a soft click of the door.

And now, you are incredibly confused while simultaneously craving Vinny’s touch once more.

What the fuck was that for?

With confusion encasing your veins, you manage to finish getting ready in the confines of the tiny bathroom. Your breathing is slightly labored and you have been muttering to yourself for the past few minutes, cursing Vinny’s name.

When you’re done in the bathroom, you gather your things and walk out into the room. Sitting down on the bed you’re sharing with Vinny you pull on your shoes and throw your hair up with the hair-tie on your wrist, then proceed to scroll through your phone.

Ricky has his camera out and you’re only half listening to the conversation at hand. You had seen Vinny fiddling with the buttons of the suit jacket he had on, but you rightfully ignored him.

“Are you not supposed to button the top one or the bottom one?” Vinny asks.

“Uh, I don’t think you’re supposed to button the bottom one,” Ricky answers him hesitantly.

Vinny continues messing with his suit as he faces the large mirror on the opposite side of the room, the one hanging on the wall behind you. You look up from your phone to see him looking at himself in the mirror, then turning your attention back to the screen with an inaudible scoff.

“Dang, I’m fuckin’ hot,” he says. And it’s almost embarrassing how quick you are to glance back up at him.

God, you have no idea, you asshole.

You bite down on your tongue, and say nothing.

“What do you think, camera? Am I fuckable?” You’re beginning to taste copper on your tastebuds. “I think I’m not.”

Vinny laughs softly, and it has your pulse thumping even harder. You barely hear his exchange with Ricky because the blood roaring in your ears is far too loud.

He steps past you and gives you a sweet smile. You aren’t able to properly process the gesture until he’s already out of sight.

You’re hoping Ricky doesn’t notice how your demeanor has changed now that Vinny isn’t present. You can feel your face reddening with blush, and you know your overall vibe has shifted. If Ricky does notice, that’s a disaster just waiting to happen.

Once Vinny is done in the bathroom, after having changed his clothes, the three of you gather all of your things before leaving the room. You were the one to grab the keycards so you hung back to stuff them into your bag while Ricky and Vinny headed towards the elevators.

And with this moment to yourself you take a very deep, grounding breath. Then you’re walking away from your little bubble of quiet, trying to ignore the simmering heat at the base of your stomach.

Vinny is talking to the camera when you walk up. You choose to remain at Ricky’s back.

“We’re about to go to the photography studio.” The elevator dings and the doors slide open. You watch Ricky walk in backwards as he keeps the camera on Vinny. You hesitate before stepping in. “And wait a really long time to get our pictures taken. And then once our pictures are taken, they’ll be added to publications, posters, tour ad, MADS. Just anything you can think of.”

Through the floor to ceiling mirrors of the elevator you can clearly see Vinny smile at the camera just as the doors are opening. Vinny reaches back to grab your hand and pull you after him, with Ricky following close behind.

Ryan, Justin, and AJ are waiting for you when you step out of the hotel proper. Their voices bounce off the concrete walls of the parking garage and accumulate just to harshly harmonize in your ears. You grind your teeth as everyone finally gets in to the van.

In the van you choose to sit beside Ricky in the second row, leaving Vinny and Justin alone in the back. Vinny had pouted when he saw you slide into the seat next to Ricky, but thankfully hadn’t said anything. You’re not sure what you would have done if he had, indeed, said something.

Ryan is pulling out of the parking garage and AJ is addressing the camera in Ricky’s hands; meanwhile, Vinny has shifted forward in his seat to press a kiss to your head. It has your potent anxiety easing its death grip on your heart. Until he’s pressing another kiss to the exposed skin just behind your ear. Your anxiety immediately spikes as he rests his head to the back of your skull for a few more moments.

“I love you,” he murmurs. With one more kiss to that exposed skin he finally leans back in his seat.

You mumble the three words back to him, though you know he couldn’t hear. You loose a light sigh and internally prepare for a long day.

Because of your position as Motionless In White’s MUA, the only reason you came on this trip was to help with makeup. Well, that, and because Vinny wanted you to come with so badly.

So, having arrived at the photography studio, you began setting up the things you would need at one of the vanities provided.

And you know the guys would have been just fine doing their own makeup without you there. However, Vinny is ever persistent and slightly annoying when it comes to these things. So you had agreed to come with, despite having told Chris it wouldn’t be a big deal if you couldn’t tag along.

But Chris being Chris, he had been more than happy to have you be there.

Yay.

Now, here you are, helping Ryan with his makeup as you watch Vinny and Ricky mess around with Ricky’s camera. You keep them in your periphery as to not get distracted and mess up what you’re doing. But that duo is severely distracting, and you nearly mess up what your current task when you catch yourself watching Vinny for a moment too long.

(Actually, it was Ryan asking if you were okay, thus snapping you out of your daze.)

As you’re finishing up helping Ryan, Vinny waltzes over to you. He casually grabs at your waist when he halts beside you. You’re surprised you don’t implode at the contact.

“Okay, you’re all good to go,” you rush out to Ryan.

Ryan gives you a small smile. “Thanks,” he says as he looks into the vanity’s mirror. “You always make me look so much cooler than I actually am.”

“Pfft, shut the fuck up, you’re always cool,” you tell him, as you’re desperately trying to ignore Vinny’s presence.

Ryan thanks you again whilst getting up from the seat you’d had him sitting in, and he walks over to where Chris is currently getting his photos taken. Which leaves you alone with Vinny for the time being. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and it’s causing your head to spin like a top.

Vinny pulls you closer to him, until you’re falling into his chest. He has himself propped up against the vanity and had simply tugged you towards him until gravity took over, and had you almost toppling over onto him. But the arm now around your waist is tight and firm as he keeps his hold on you.

“Hi,” he greets you in a soft voice.

“Hi,” you say back, and you hate how breathless you sound.

“You okay?” he asks. He takes his free hand and plays with a piece of hair that had come loose. His fingers keep brushing your heated cheek, and you are almost at your limit.

You don’t respond right away. Instead, you flick your gaze all over Vinny’s face for a few moments, just taking in his features and the makeup that is painting his skin. That burning hot knot is sizzling in your stomach, and sinking lower and lower as the seconds go by. It’s honestly remarkable you haven’t dragged Vinny off to a secluded corner yet.

You breathe in deeply.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you tell him.

Vinny locks eyes with you and smiles softly; you’re sure you could even call it innocent with the way his eyes are crinkling just slightly.

“Just wanted to make sure,” he says.

Someone calls his name and you both know it’s his turn to get his individual photos taken. He leans in to kiss you, and you think you may be hallucinating when you feel his tongue shoving its way into your mouth.

But you don’t have time to process that before he’s stepping away and heading over to the photographer. You’re left even more confused than this morning. And you definitely do not like whatever game Vinny is playing.

Now that you have nothing to do, you step off to the side and watch Vinny get his photos done, despite the anger and frustration rippling through you. Seeing him be so nonchalant and unbothered has your blood boiling and your head pounding.

“Yeah, fuckable, my ass,” you mutter under your breath.

“Sorry, what?”

“Holy shit!”

The jumpscare’s origin comes from your right, to which you turn and see Chris looking at you. He has a concerned look on his face, despite the bemused quirk of his lips, and almost seems sheepish as you brace a hand on your chest. Your heart is racing from beneath your palm as you face him. With your other hand you swat at him.

“Don’t fucking do that, Chris!” you scold him. “You could’ve given me a heart attack, you dick.”

Chris chuckles. “Jesus, sorry,” he says through the small smile he wears. “I won’t do it again.”

You roll your eyes. You know he’ll do it again.

“Okay, but I’m curious now. What were you talking to yourself about that had you saying ‘fuckable, my ass’?” he asks. “And don’t say nothing.”

You sigh heavily, dropping your arms to hang limply at your sides. You glance over at Vinny for only a moment. But Chris is not very discreet as he follows your gaze.

“Ohhhh,” he muses. He looks back at you. “Yeah, that’ll do it, I’m sure.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you mutter as you whack Chris in the chest once more. “He’s an asshole. And it would make me feel better if you just agreed with me.”

Chris gives you a small smile. “Oh, yeah, of course. Vinny is an asshole for reasons unknown.”

“I hate you.”

The smile on Chris’ face grows as he says, “Love you too.”

You glare up at him before he walks away. You’re beginning to nibble on your lip when you see him approach Ricky, and the two men immediately fall in to conversation.

But they’re both glancing over at you from time to time. And your blood is uncomfortably hot.

Throughout the rest of the time you’re at the photography studio you keep to yourself. Vinny is still pissing you off and seems to have noticed your mood. And whether or not he knows he is the sole cause and primary aggravator, well, that is still up for debate. He hasn’t tried to touch you or talk to you since you had finished Ryan’s makeup, however long ago that was. But it’s honestly quite alright; if Vinny had tried to even step towards you, you probably would have done something you’d regret in the end.

Once the photoshoot is complete, you begin packing up your things as everyone else changes and removes their makeup. The studio staff are taking down the lights and the backdrop the band had been posed in front of. You tune out all the noise as you continue putting all of your makeup supplies back into your bag, hoping you can finish your task without anyone acknowledging you.

But god forbid you have any peace.

Justin comes up to you, his face clean and wearing his normal attire. The sight of him does, however, release a minute amount of tension from your chest.

“Hey, we’re gonna head to a bar for some drinks and food,” he informs you. “You wanna come with? It’s, like, a block from the hotel so you could leave whenever you want.”

You could not be any more thankful for Justin than you are in this present moment. He is unknowingly giving you an out so you could rot alone in the hotel room until everyone gets back from the bar. You could fucking kiss him right now.

You’re about to give Justin your answer when Vinny sidles up next to you. He immediately throws an arm around your torso, and he slips his hand beneath your shirt before he is subtly digging his fingers into the flesh of your hip. Your pulse is positively erratic at the contact; it would be a miracle if Vinny couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“You comin’ out with us?” he asks you as he shoots Justin a glance. You watch Justin scowl at Vinny for a split second before they’re both looking at you.

And the way Vinny is staring at you has you burning all over.

His soft brown eyes are tracing your features, but there is a heat to them that you have seen countless times today alone. The blood coursing through your veins no longer feels like a raging, untamable fire. Instead, it burns like an acid eating away at your nervous system and sheer will. And god fucking dammit, you can’t say no to Vinny.

“Uh, y-yeah, I’ll go,” you tell the two men. You look back at Justin. “I’ll go for a couple hours, I guess.”

“Awesome. Let’s go,” Vinny says with a smile.

Justin turns and walks away, thus abandoning you in your time of need. Your heart is beating out of your chest. You need Vinny to back away, or you’re going to burst into flames.

Vinny pecks your cheek but his lips linger on your skin. He squeezes your side, and you can feel the gentle stroke of his thumb on your hip bone. His mouth shifts to yours, but he doesn’t kiss you. No, instead of kissing you, he just lets his lips rest against your own. You’re dizzy as you breathe him in and your eyes have slipped closed and you need him so badly—

“Mama,” Vinny breathes into your mouth. “We gotta go.”

He’s moving back before you find the strength to speak. But he’s already pulling away when you manage to blink away the haze over your eyes. Frustration encases your heart and mind when he sticks out his hand, wordlessly asking you to take it and follow him. Well, good thing you would follow him to the ends of the earth, or else you would be feeling very differently right now. You say nothing as you thread your fingers through his, letting him lead you out of the studio.

On the drive back in the direction of the hotel, you were able to convince AJ to let you have shotgun, so he could be stuck in the back and you could theoretically be miles away from Vinny. You were quiet as Ryan drove, once again blocking out the conversation in the van and watching New York pass by in a blur.

Ryan parks back in the hotel’s parking garage. Everyone hops out and then makes their outside in the direction of the bar. Vinny hurries to your side to hold your hand, and doesn’t try anything on the short walk. It honestly has you infuriated.

The bar is small and cozy. It’s got a comforting rustic vibe to it, and there are already a handful patrons scattered around. There’s a few sitting at the bar itself and a couple others seated at the tables throughout the space. You notice that no one is over at the pool table playing a game. You almost walk over there before Vinny is detaching himself from you just to do the same with AJ, Justin, and Chris.

Grumbling under your breath you step towards the bar instead. You sit down on one of the stools and patiently wait for the bartender. The music playing through a series of speakers is distracting you, at least.

The bartender, a large man with a short bushy beard and tattoos crawling up his exposed neck and arms, approaches you. He has a kind smile on his face as he stands in front of you on the other side of the counter.

“Evenin’. What can I get for ya, darlin’?” he asks, a slight twang to his voice. There’s a kind gleam in his eyes as he watches you.

You hesitate for a moment before you say, “Gin and coke, please.”

“Comin’ right up.”

He steps away to make your drink, and your eyes immediately trail back to the pool table on the opposite end of the room. Vinny is clearly taking his turn in the game happening right now. He’s bent over the table with the pool cue angled at one of the scattered balls atop the green felt. Then he jerks his arm and the white ball strikes into a cluster of solids and stripes. You hear him groan in frustration.

His hair bounces on his shoulders as he steps back for the next person’s turn. There’s still that ache all the way down in your center, and you cannot possibly stand it any longer. You slot your tongue between your teeth and bite down as hard as you can.

Just then, the bartender walks back over to you and sets down your gin and coke on the wooden surface of the bar with a napkin beneath it.

“There you go, darlin’,” he says.

“God, thank you so much,” you tell him with a slight smile. You reach into your bag and hand him your card.

The man takes your card to pay for your drink and you’re left alone once more. You sip at your beverage, relishing in the feeling of the alcohol on your tastebuds. You’re wanting to get some sleep tonight so you are only planning on the one drink, so you’re going to savor the taste.

But then your card is back with you and your eyes are darting around the bar. And there is Vinny, that motherfucker. It doesn’t seem to be his turn yet, so he’s leaning up against the wall and watching Justin play. Vinny’s face lights up when he smiles at his friend’s obvious failure. His laugh carries across the room, the sound ten times louder than the music to your ringing ears.

It’s difficult, but you manage to finally look away from Vinny, purposefully ignoring his presence in your peripheries. You need to distract yourself from the image of him laughing and talking with his friends.

That’s how you end up making eye contact with Ricky, who had definitely already been watching you. He’s sitting at the bar closest to the pool table. There’s a barely-there smirk on his face. You pinch your eyebrows together in confusion and tilt your head a bit in a silent question of what’s up. All he does is raise his own brow in reply.

Then he’s flicking his gaze off to the side, and you don’t have to guess in order to know what he’s referring to. Ricky meets your eyes once more and you send him a mean glare with your middle finger aimed in his direction. You see him chuckle a bit before you’re turning away.

You’re trying your best to keep both Vinny and Ricky out of your sights, which results in you playing with the hair-tie encircling your wrist. But then your phone buzzes from its position on the bar before you.

Ricky Whore-or: Chris said I can bunk with him tonight btw. We’re gonna leave in a few minutes to grab my stuff from our hotel room

You’re going to kill that man.

You look up from your phone to see Ricky looking at his own phone as he talks to Chris. Then he sets the device down and you receive another text.

Ricky Whore-or: P.S. you’re not very subtle, so don’t ever say I’ve never done anything for you ;)

Yeah, you’re gonna fucking kill him.

You don’t bother replying to his texts or acknowledging his existence any more. The alcohol settling in your stomach suddenly feels like lead.

A few minutes later you’re joined at the bar by Ryan. He has a beer in his hand and he strikes up a conversation with you. He may not know it, but he is doing you a great service by distracting you. Because you aren’t sure how long you two had been talking and laughing for before you notice your glass is empty and his is gone as well, another opened bottle sitting next to it.

Before you know it, you see Ricky, Chris, and AJ waving goodbye and leaving the bar. Ricky sends you a smug smile that you flip him off for. He just laughs and disappears from view.

Maybe another twenty minutes later is when Vinny finally comes over to you. Justin is on his heels, and sits down on the stool on the other side of Ryan. Vinny chooses to stand right behind you with an arm curling around you. You notice his grip is much tighter than what it has been previously today.

“You guys staying?” Vinny’s question is directed at his bandmates. There’s a vague hardness to his voice that has your eyebrows scrunching with confusion.

“Yeah, we’ll catch up in a few minutes,” Ryan says as Justin nods.

Vinny is then immediately tugging you to your feet and dragging you towards the door. You quickly say goodnight to Ryan and Justin before you’re outside of the bar.

The short walk back to the hotel is fast paced, with Vinny gripping your hand and essentially dragging you after him. You consider saying something to ease the apparent tension mingling in between you. But Vinny doesn’t appear to be interested in conversing so you keep quiet.

When you make it to the hotel and go for the elevator, Vinny keeps an arm around you, like you would float away if he let go. And then you’re stepping out of the elevator then down the hall to your room. You fish out the keycard and unlock the door.

The moment the door shuts behind you and you hear the indicating click of it being locked once more Vinny’s hands are on you. He turns you around to face him, and his lips are immediately on yours.

Your hands cup either side of his face while his are grabbing at your waist. Your lips are moving against each other haphazardly, with little to no grace in the act. He’s licking into your mouth and you whine as he shuffles you backwards.

The backs of your legs make contact with the bed, then Vinny is lowering you onto the mattress. He leans down with you, careful not to break the heated kiss.

Vinny’s hands are roving all over your body; he can’t seem to make up his mind and touch you in a singular place. One of his hands snakes up your shirt and the other moves to rest on your neck. You shudder slightly at the sudden sting of his cold rings on your skin.

But then he’s pulling away. Disappointment flashes in your chest as you watch him sit up through hooded eyes, although he keeps the one hand gently gripping your neck. You’re caged in by his legs, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s going to continue this stupid game of his.

You grab at his shirt and tightly bunch the fabric up in your fists.

“Vin, what the fuck?” you snap.

He looks down you with a weird look on his face.

“What?” he pants above you. “What do you mean what the fuck?”

“First, the bathroom this morning—“ His thumb brushing at the center of your throat has you faltering for a moment. “A-And then constantly touching me and teasing me. I have needed you all day. God, you’re a fucking asshole.”

Vinny’s lips stretch into a grin in realization.

“I love teasing you and getting you all worked up,” he admits. He leans back into your space and begins pressing kisses to your jawline. “It’s just.. so much fun.”

Your eyes are threatening to roll back in your head as Vinny makes his way down your jaw to your pulse point. He stops his kisses and proceeds to nip and suck at your skin, carelessly giving you a hickey that will definitely be hard to cover up in the morning.

“But at the bar…” His voice vibrates against your throat. “Maybe I’d teased you a little too much. Maybe I was being an asshole … But you were too close to Ryan and he was making you laugh—“

“Oh, my god.” You laugh at Vinny’s halfhearted admission. He bites your skin in retaliation. “Y-You were jealous of Ryan? Jesus christ, Vin. I love Ryan, but is he the one on top of me right now?”

Vinny mumbles into your neck before he’s pulling away and looking down at you. His face is flushed and his lips are swollen and red. You speak again before he has a chance to.

“Maybe I should flirt with your bandmates more often if it means you’ll take me to bed afterwards,” you remark casually with a smile.

You were trying to be joking and playful, but Vinny doesn’t look amused. He’s glaring down at you with his mouth in a tight line. You then prop yourself up on your elbows so your face is closer to his.

“Hey. I love you, okay?” you tell him. You see his eyes catch on your lips as you talk. “I’m in love with you, not anyone else. I’m sorry, baby. I love you.”

Vinny stays quiet for a moment. Then his hand is back at your throat, a very light pressure being applied by his fingertips. You gasp sharply at the suddenness of the act, but you can see Vinny’s eyes gradually softening at he continues to look down at you.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs.

You offer him a smile, to which he returns.

“Now, can you do something, please?” you ask.

“Yeah? Like what?” Vinny leans back in to kiss you. But this is slow and steady, an agonizing pace compared to a few minutes ago.

You hum into the kiss without bothering to attempt at replying. Vinny is languidly kissing you, taking his sweet time and savoring every touch of your lips. He pries your mouth open with his tongue and there’s a sliver of your being that believes he may be trying to devour you whole.

You’re growing restless, however. As much as you love the slow make outs, right now, you need more.

So you’re fisting Vinny’s shirt and trying to push it up his body, but he stops you before you’re able to achieve your goal. He wordlessly sits up and pulls off his shirt and jacket. You reach out to touch him, but again, he’s stopping you before that can happen. Because his hands are dragging your own shirt off of you and his mouth is all over your stomach and chest.

His teeth sink into your flesh at random intervals. You know there are going to be countless hickeys and love bites from your navel all the way up to your neck, and you are totally fine with that.

Vinny works his way down your torso until he reaches the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you and grins when he sees how flustered and red you are. The sight of him smiling between your legs should not be that hot, but you love it too much to stop it.

As he’s working on getting your pants off, you slip out of your bra and toss it away blindly. The way he looks back up at you once your legs are free of your bottoms (and underwear) and your chest is bare has you biting back a moan.

“Sit up,” Vinny says. His voice is low and rough, and you do not hesitate to sit on the bed with your legs bent beneath you.

Vinny takes off the rest of his clothes at the foot of the bed. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth as you watch him undress, until he is completely naked. You think you taste blood, but it’s a little too late to check or care with Vinny crawling back towards you.

He grabs the back of your head and pushes you into him, your hands grabbing at the roots of his hair. He’s kissing you with much more aggression and hunger, and there’s nothing you can do from moaning against his lips. And the sound of Vinny also humming and moaning into your mouth has a persistent pulse throbbing in your cunt.

With his other hand, Vinny gently shoves your legs open. The unexpected cool air against your pussy has your grip in his hair tightening. Then his fingers are gliding through your wet folds and you keen against him at the sensation.

A high pitched moan escapes you when one of his fingers presses its way inside you. The feeling has you breaking the kiss and throwing your head back as Vinny slowly works you open.

“Doing so good, baby,” Vinny murmurs into your collarbone. His teeth scrape against your skin just as he’s shoving another digit inside of you.

Your walls seize around his fingers when he begins to pick up his pace. You cry out in pleasure and relish in the strained noises Vinny’s making against the column of your throat.

That white hot coil that has been plaguing you all day is finally going to meet its end. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and you grind down into Vinny’s hand to make it come sooner. And he obliges, by pressing his thumb into your clit, adding just enough pressure and extra movement to have you coming undone.

You moan loudly at your much needed release, and Vinny continues to fuck his fingers in and out of you until you’re relaxing against him.

It didn’t take much for you to come, but Vinny doesn’t seem bothered. With hazy eyes you watch him take those same fingers that had just been inside you and lick them clean. You moan lightly at the sight.

Vinny doesn’t wait for you to recover before he’s pulling you into his lap. His hard cock is pressing against your folds, and that stupid heated knot is finding its way back to its original place deep down in your belly.

“Vin,” you whine at him. “Vin, please—“

But he’s reconnecting your mouths and you taste yourself on his tongue. It makes your head spin and you’re humming into him again.

And you’re so lost in the kiss that you don’t notice right away how Vinny is working his cock into you. With one arm around your waist and the other carefully guiding you down onto him. The feeling of finally being filled by him is nearly overwhelming.

When he’s bottomed out he pulls away from you by a few inches. His eyes are blown with desire and you think you can see your own reflected back at you.

Vinny begins moving and you tug harshly at his hair. He hisses at the sharp pain that splices through his scalp, but keeps thrusting up into you. You push back down against him, and you work out a steady rhythm that has the head of Vinny’s cock hitting that one spot inside you that makes you see stars.

An entire galaxy flashes across your vision. There are now two arms around your torso, and the tightness of them is comforting as you continue rocking against Vinny.

In the space between you there are the sounds of shared panting and moaning and you swear you hear a muttered “Feel so good, mama.” Even if you had imagined it, it still makes you move your hips faster.

You can feel your second orgasm approaching rapidly. Your body is clenching around Vinny, his thrusts growing more uncoordinated. You’re both so close.

“Vin— Ah, ah—“ He’s biting your neck again. “Vinny baby, ‘m so—“

“I know. Come on, baby.” His breath is scorching hot on your neck and shoulder. “Ah— Come for me, baby.”

A moment later you’re coming with Vinny’s name on your lips, another brilliant series of stars and nebulas dotting your vision. His continued thrusts helps you through your high, especially when his arms tense around you as you feel him stiffen then he’s coming in you.

Everything feels amplified — every breath, every inch of skin being on fire, every bead of sweat that drips down your body.

All you feel is Vinny.

Vinny, Vinny, Vinny.

And god, the friction of skin on skin as he’s pulling out makes you dizzy.

Vinny lays you back on the bed and you blearily watch him enter the bathroom then return a few moments later. He hovers above you as he gently wipes your legs and pelvis clean with a damp washcloth, his touch comforting and light. He’s cautious in his work.

Your fingers are aching from how hard you had been clutching at the strands of hair on Vinny’s head, much like a vise. As he gets you both under the covers, he sees you flexing your hands lazily. He begins to massage at the joints of each individual finger and you let him.

You shift closer to him so your head is resting in the crook of his neck. He absentmindedly tangles your legs together as he keeps on with his task.

“I love you,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

“I love you, too,” Vinny says back. And you can hear the smile in his voice.

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[s1ater]

think about you.

pairings. conrad fisher x fem!reader

about. conrad gets jealous upon hearing rumors that you and jeremiah are hooking up.

warnings. foul language, underage drinking, writing is complete ass

ricky rocks. it’s kind of hard for me to pin point conrad’s personality, so this may be far off.

“oh fuck.”

“what?”

“conrad.”

con since when are you fucking my brother

you stare at your phone with a sinking feeling beginning to take over your stomach. you swallowed harshly, clasping your forehead as the cold sweat already began to take over and your mind begun bouncing all over the walls.

you couldn’t even think of a text in reply before another message popped up on your screen.

con where are u??

“god, fuck me,” you shook your head.

“you good?”

“yeah, i’m fine,” you brushed your friend off as you now maneuvered your body away from her and the crowd, thinking frantically of what to say.

y/n what do you mean?

great response. he’s really going to like that one.

con stop fucking around y/n

your phone lights up with his caller id just barely before you read his text and the stomach feeling only got worse, “hello?”

conrad clenched his jaw, finding it hard not to roll his eyes at the innocent sound of your voice, acting naïve to his insinuations, “you’re at that party, aren’t you?”

“that’s what i told you.”

“is my brother there?”

“conrad, what do you think? he was my ride.”

“i want to see you.”

you shook your head, “you didn’t want to see me earlier today.”

“yeah, well, i changed my mind. i want to see you.”

“yeah, whatever. come and find me if you really want to see me, bud,” you rolled your eyes hanging up the phone. if he really wanted to see you, it wouldn’t be too hard to find you, but you doubt he’d put in anymore effort than that phone call.

he usually never did.

but you underestimated conrad, you really did because you didn’t think he would care enough to actually show up. no, because he wasn’t like that.

but you guessed wrong, because there he was standing right across from you holding a beer. he had his eyebrows raised as if questioning you what are you doing?

“looks like your knight and shining armour is here,” your friend whispered in your ear before giving you a sympathetic smile, wishing you good luck.

right as she walked away, he replaced her, “where’s jere?”

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, “probably off playing pong.”

“surprised you’re not with him.”

“why?” you frowned, completely disregarding why conrad was here in the first place.

he quirked a brow, his head tipping as a cocky expression came across his face, “i mean seeming you two are fucking, i’d assume you two would be attached to the hip.”

“since when do you care,” you narrowed your brows at his hostile insinuation, “it’s not even like that anyways, connie.”

“and if it was?” he says, “i mean, if you were fucking him, what does that mean.. about us?”

“you know what, conrad? i can’t even talk to you right now,” you roll your eyes, tipping on the back of your heal, now going to walk away. “you’re ruining my mood.”

“jesus, y/n,” he rolls his eyes, putting his beer down before grasping your bicep, pulling you his way before you could get too far. “i didn’t drive all the way out here just for you to walk off.”

“i didn’t ask you to drive all the way out here,” you retaliated, trying your best to restrain against his grip that was pulling you to what you didn’t know.

“i distinctly remember you asking me to come and find you, so here i am y/n,” he finally pulls you into a bathroom before locking the door. his arms now slightly raising in expression, “found you.”

you couldn’t argue with him, because you did say that and deep down, you meant it too. part of you honestly didn’t think conrad would come down, because lately he never really cared enough to put effort into showing his attentiveness. i mean what reason did he have to do so? you guys weren’t even dating.

“so,” he leaned against the sink counter, crossing his arms with a serious look on his face that hadn’t faltered since you first saw him. “please, enlighten me, sweetheart; why are you so interested in my brother?”

you scoffed, taking a seat on the toilet before rubbing your eyes, preparing yourself for the argument that you knew was coming, “connie, enlighten me, because where did you hear that from?”

“steven.”

“steven,” you blink, slowly say his name, hoping to annunciate and have conrad actually think about it. “steven told you.”

“yes.”

“you know how dumb that sounds? it’s steven.”

you can tell by the way he shifts on his feet and repositions himself against the counter that he does really think about it now and it does sound slightly ridiculous. you both knew steven wasn’t always the most honest and he was a sucker for causing trouble.

“why would it matter anyway, connie,” you arch a brow, “i’ve barely seen you all summer and when i do, you barely talk to me.”

“it’s kinda hard to talk to you when you are actually always around my brother when i do see you. so, forgive me, y/n, for believing steven,” he gives you a pointed look.

“you know what, whatever,” you stand, “if you’re not going to give me a straight answer, i’m leaving.”

“sit down,” he’s reflexive and pushes you back to sit down on the toilet, the look on his face hardens, “we’re not done talking.”

“then answer my question, conrad. why do you care?”

he thinks. he thinks and you can tell whatever he has to say, he restrain himself from saying. you couldn’t even guess what it would be, but likewise, he was always like this. always so puzzling, hidden from questioning eyes, quiet, and not begging, wishing, or asking for any attention. and yet he still got it.

“i don’t stop thinking about you, y/n,” he stares at his feet, thinking hard about how he can lay this out for you without damaging his self-esteem too much. “even if i don’t see you, even if you don’t talk to me, i still think about you.”

you and conrad had known each other for a long time, but never had you two ever been any closer than just being acquaintances. until last summer when you both hooked up.

you immediately found it a mistake because conrad was a hard person to communicate with in general, but to then have a sort of attachment to one another—gets difficult, hurts feelings, and causes situations like the one you are in right now.

“conrad,” you exhale, “who am i to you?”

oh, he hates that question.

“what do you mean?”

“you think about me, why don’t you show me? who am i?”

your questions stump him—no, they don’t, he just doesn’t want to think too hard and answer, “i need a beer.”

“con,” you groan as you watch him unlock the bathroom door and step back into the party. “this is why i don’t like talking to you.”

“i like you, y/n. i think about you. i don’t understand why you need more than that,” he pauses a moment, looking back at you, “just let me… fucking drink.”

“jesus,” you press your hand against your forehead in stress. “maybe i should fuck your brother.”

he turns right back around on his heal, “that’s not even funny.”

“yeah, whatever.”

“yeah, whatever,” he mocks you, his hand snaking around your wrist, “i don’t even want a drink anymore, we’re leaving.”

“lead the way, sunshine.”

**

“can’t believe you even like my brother,” jeremiah stared at you, almost looking disgusted as he poured a bowl of fruits into the blender. “he’s a douche, y/n.”

“yeah, but he’s pretty.”

“he’s brooding,” he gave you a pointed look, correcting you, “you deserve better than someone who sleeps in till 2 and smokes like there’s no tomorrow. you should have someone who actually gets up in the morning and is productive.”

“what, so someone like you?” you say sarcastically.

“sure,” jeremiah tries hard not to perk up at the suggestion. “i mean, that’d be a start and far better.”

“i’m sure connie wouldn’t appreciate you trashing him like this,” you rested your chin in the palm of your hand, giving him a pointed look that was still light hearted.

“yeah, i don’t,” conrad rounds into the kitchen, catching both of you by surprise. he looks at jeremiah out of the corner of his eye, looking annoyed. it makes you hold back a laugh as the younger boys cheeks go slightly red and gives you a look of ‘yeesh’. you shake your head in reply.

“surprised you’re up.”

“yeah, i figured,” connie’s standing by you now, his arm snaked around your waist as you both stare at jeremiah now—not helping his case of embarrassment.

“let’s go talk,” you lean away from the counter, now pulling at conrad’s arm to lead him outside and away from his heinous stare that he was keeping on jere. “c’mon sunshine.”

he slowly pulls away from the situation before finally allowing you to pull him out to the back patio.

“i think he likes you.”

“don’t start.”

“what?” his voice is sunken in innocences as he looks at you, making you roll your eyes.

“i’m not trying to relive last night.”

“why not?” he grins, leaning down to press his lips against yours. “i think we had fun.”

“i’m talking about the part before we got home.”

you can’t tell if he winces as you say this, but his face goes immediately blank as he leans back up to his full height, “yeah.”

“yeah,” your lips press into a thin line as you speak his words back to him. “now that i’m not slightly drunk, can we rewind?”

“rewind?” he narrows his brows before taking a seat in one of the chairs sat by the pool. he slightly pulls on your arm, sitting you on his lap.

“i think about you a lot, too,” you mumble, your fingers beginning to loop with his as you stare at them nervously, “and i want you, connie, but i don’t want to press you into a relationship just because...”

conrad finds himself shaking his head as your voice fades out of speaking. he doesn’t know how to feel about where this conversation is going.

“y/n, look at me,” his finger unlaces from yours, now tapping your chin to look at him. “i like you, i want you, but i don’t want to rush it because… i think last night is a fair example as to why.. i shouldn’t be in a relationship.”

conrad was impulsive and sometimes only ran on anger and vexation. he was possessive and sometimes got in over his head when he thought about you and other boys. he was like this with any girl he really cared about.

“you don’t want to date me, sweetheart,” his fingers tap against your thigh, still holding you close. “you know that, but that doesn’t mean i don’t want you.”

“right,” your teeth bite at your bottom lip as you think at his words. he was right, but you didn’t like it. “but what does that mean?”

“it means i owe you for putting up with me waking up past 2 everyday.”

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[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: bro code | kgv

summary | it’s not exactly a good idea to date your best friend’s ex. and, as of right now, you’ve confirmed that the same sentiment applies to dating your best friend’s ex’s best friend, too.

genre | kim gyuvin x fem!reader, university!au, situationship

warnings | alcohol, breaking the bro code :/, i DONT ship ricky and hiyyih she is just a character.

wc | 1.9k

a/n: originally this was a “situationships with zb1” post but then i realized i just wanted to write this so here it is

ft kep1 hiyyih, youngeun, hikaru, people i made up

YOU HATE SHEN RICKY with your entire being. When you see him, your blood boils and steam comes out of your ears. When you hear his voice, your eardrums bleed and you get the worst migraine imaginable. When you hear about him, you complain for hours on end.

Once upon a time, you hated Kim Gyuvin too. He was guilty by association; if Ricky was that terrible to Hiyyih, there was no way Gyuvin wasn’t terrible either. You’d only met him once before Ricky and Hiyyih’s relationship took a turn for the worse—they’d been attempting to “merge friend groups,” in her words. He’d been awkward most of the time, cracking a joke or two when it seemed right and offering his two cents from time to time.

Back when Ricky wasn’t your mortal enemy, you felt many ways about Kim Gyuvin. He was tall and he was handsome, he was nice and you’d heard about how much he cared for Ricky and his other friends. The day before things went south, you’d nearly asked Hiyyih for his number.

Now, you wanted to hate him. You had to hate him.

You didn’t like admitting the fact that you didn’t hate him.

You don’t know how you got here. When you put your thinking cap on and consider what led to your fling with Kim Gyuvin, you can’t pinpoint an exact catalyst. Maybe it was the moment you met him, four months after Ricky and Hiyyih started dating. Maybe it was the moment you ran into him at a party drunk off your ass, and took all your anger towards Ricky out on him.

Maybe it was when he took you home and made sure you got there okay.

Whatever it was, now you were in possibly the worst position of your life. You’d run into the bathroom and locked the door, phone in one hand and a cup of water in the other. Your friend—perhaps an ex-friend, now—was banging on the door, demanding you come out and explain yourself.

For the past five months, you’ve done an outstanding job at sneaking around with Gyuvin. From getting caught in traffic from an accident when you really wanted Dominoes, to going to visit your parents, you had a mountain of excuses that all covered up every escapade you had. Both your friends and his were none the wiser to your schemes, and you’d been completely okay with that.

“I can’t believe you’re dating Kim Gyuvin!”

“I’m not dating Kim Gyuvin!” you yelled back, confident in your announcement because it wasn’t a lie. Sure, maybe you’d kissed him a few times or taken a couple of romantic walks with him, but you’d avoided ever defining your relationship in fear of this exact situation. And because of the raging guilt you both felt for having any feelings for the other.

Minju kept banging on the door and you hurriedly put your cup down on the bathroom counter, searching for your phone in your pockets. Once you found it, you opened your messages app with so much fervor that you could’ve set the screen on fire.

You scrolled through your messages, scanning over everyone who could possibly save you. Hiyyih probably wouldn’t talk to you for a week, but Youngeun and Hikaru wouldn’t drop you over this—hopefully. You sent them both a text, a hurried cry for help as Minju continued shaking the doorknob.

“Talk to me when you’re sober!” you called out, taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub. Subconsciously, your knee began to bounce up and down, and you resisted the urge to chew your fingers off as you waited for Hikaru or Youngeun to reply.

“How could you do this, [First]?” a new voice rang out, and you shut your eyes, taking a deep breath.

You didn’t know what you had done wrong—well, you did, but there was no way it was wrong enough to warrant this. Had you begun talking to Gyuvin while Ricky and Hiyyih had been dating, would they still be treating you like this? You were unsure of the answer.

Nevertheless, you tried to convince yourself you didn’t regret your time spent with Gyuvin. He was kind, nicer than anyone you’d ever dated, and he seemed to care about you. He asked how your day was and listened intently as you described whatever you had done. He held you when you cried and shared in your joy when you were happy.

He was good to you. Was that such a crime?

Five minutes passed, and both Hikaru and Youngeun hadn’t replied. Minju and her friend, who you couldn’t identify from their voice alone, still screamed at you from outside the door. They’d stopped the banging, but every few seconds they’d jiggle the doorknob as if you’d unlock the door. 

Desperation overtook you, and you felt as though you had no choice at this point. You were stuck in your mind, wondering why Hiyyih was letting people you barely knew harass you into explaining yourself for something that wasn’t any of their business.

So, in your panic, you called Gyuvin. You had his number memorized, mostly because you’d mutually agreed not to save each other into your phones to avoid any suspicion, so it took less than 5 seconds to have the dialtone filling your ear.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings and he answered, and you practically heard the smile in his voice. “My dearest, darling [First],” he said, a slight sing-song tone to his voice. “Whatever can I do for you?”

“Open the goddamn door!” Minju yelled, a lot louder than she’d been yelling before. She jiggled the doorknob again, and you flinched, letting out another big sigh.

“What’s going on?”

“Please come pick me up,” you said in a hushed tone, not wanting to explain everything over the phone. “I’ll text you my address. I’m desperate. Please.”

“I’ll be there as soon as possible. Are you at Hiyyih’s? I can be there in five.”

How he knew where Hiyyih lived, you didn’t know, but you were glad he did. “Yeah, I am. Please hurry. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“I’m on my way.”

You hung up the phone, not letting him say anything else. Minju and her accomplice kept banging on the door, but for a few moments, they stopped. You heard another voice in the hall, Yeseo’s, but struggled to make out what she was saying—something about how they could yell at you another time, and that Hiyyih needed their support.

You felt like a criminal. Maybe you deserve to feel like a criminal.

All you knew was that Gyuvin made you happy, and that, sometimes, maybe it was worth prioritizing your happiness over other people’s comfort. At the same time, you felt like your friends should always be more important than a boy, and that losing your years of friendship with them wasn’t worth a single man.

Minju and the anonymous ‘other’ were pulled away, leaving you to sit in silence. It was a loud and uncomfortable quiet, the type that assaulted your ears and your mind the longer you sat in it—you felt miserable. Everything about this was miserable.

Yesterday, you talked to Gyuvin about this exact situation. You’d been on the phone with him, twiddling your thumbs as you stared at your bedroom ceiling. “What do you think would happen?” you asked, counting the random divots above you. “If Ricky and Hiyyih found out.”

Gyuvin had groaned, and you listened to him turn over in his bed, which sounded like sheets crumpling and fabric moving. “I don’t even want to think about it. I think it would be worse for you.”

“Well, I guess they can’t find out about anything, because we aren’t anything,” you replied, the corner of your mouth twitching into a smile. “Technically. We just hang out from time to time.”

“Yeah, just friends. Nothing more. You’re like Eumppapa’s dog walker.”

How ironic your conversation had been. Your phone buzzed and you picked it up immediately, feeling a terrible sense of relief wash over you. Your knight in shining armor, simultaneously the big bad dragon, had come to rescue you from your tower.

You ripped the window open, cringing at the beeping sound that echoed through the house as a result. Hiyyih’s parent’s security system was a good thing most of the time, but, at times like this, it was a bad thing. Nevertheless, you continued your escape, hopping out of the bathroom window and running towards Gyuvin’s parked car.

By the time you made it to the correct side of the car, Hiyyih was already emerging onto the front lawn, yelling for you not to leave. You didn’t listen, ripping the passenger door open and climbing in. Gyuvin didn’t wait for you to put your seatbelt on, speeding off into the night.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” you breathed out, panickedly putting on your seatbelt. “I promise. It was an accident. I got careless.”

“I don’t care about who knows and who doesn’t,” he said, glancing at you. He took your hand into his, resting it on the center console. “I care about what in the world was happening when you called. Why were they banging on the door? What in the world elicits that kind of reaction?”

“Sneaking around with the best friend of your best friend’s ex,” you sighed, looking out the window. “I just feel awful. I don’t know why. This is awful.”

Gyuvin stayed quiet for a moment, and you suddenly became aware of the quiet classical music coming from the radio. He must’ve been in the car with Zhang Hao before he came to rescue you—and the fact that you recognized that made you feel even more guilty.

“It’s the bro-code morality,” he finally answered, squeezing your hand. You looked over at him, somewhat confused. “You know. Not really the best etiquette to date your friend’s ex, and I guess it applies to your friend’s ex’s best friend, too. I feel it sometimes.”

“But I’m happy. And I think you’re happy. I don’t want to lose that.”

“I am happy, and you won’t. We’ll deal with it, the fallout and everything,” Gyuvin said. You were drowning in anxiety and wanted nothing more than to drown in your bed. “It’s Ricky’s fault for being a dickwad in the first place, not mine. And, if the time Hiyyih spent with him meant anything, she’ll at least know that I’m not a bad person.”

“I hope.”

You pulled up to a red light, and Gyuvin looked over at you. He looked tired, and you realized he was wearing his pajamas, meaning he’d probably gotten out of bed to come save you. That made you feel even more guilty and warm and fuzzy at the same time. “And we might need to stop avoiding the question we’ve been ignoring for nearly half a year.”

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[pascaloverx]

Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Seven (rewriten)

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

Author's note: Hello my readers. Anyone who follows this fanfic knows that I made a seventh chapter before. I personally didn't like the chapter written so I rewrote it. I hope you like this new one.

chapter six chapter eight

"I wish you would go away. And yes, I realize that you are my boss in a way but tonight was not what I expected. In fact it was worse than any nightmare of mine." You speak without ceremony. Frustration is the word that most defines your night.

"Well, I'm not leaving here until my girlfriend tells me what happened at the awards show that made you mad at me." Pedro speaks and I wonder why he called me his girlfriend.

"I'm going to go into this apartment and forget what happened last night and I suggest Mr. Pascal..." — you get closer him as if he were going to tell a secret — "do the same." Pascal seems impressed with you. But right now you just want a shower. A good bath.

"Well, I won't. I won't leave here or around you. Not at least until you say what's bothering you." How lovely. In your wildest dreams this discussion would have a much sexier twist but now You can't think about it.

"Okay, Pascal. I'm going to come in, be my guest to stay as long as you think necessary, but I warn you that I won't answer any questions I don't want to and that my main objective is to take a long bath." You open the apartment door, letting Pedro enter and then lock the door.

"What happened?" Pascal asks, looking directly at you, as you walk to the bathroom without saying anything. Thinking about how to change the subject, you try without success; take off your dress.

"Mr. Pascal, could you help me?" You look at him in the corner of your eye, seeing him smile sideways. He then gently unzips the dress.

"Since I'm helping you, could you give me a clue as to why you're like this?" He speaks behind your ear, which sends a shiver through your body. You close your eyes tightly to keep from letting out the soft moan that is stuck in your throat. The truth is that Pedro Pascal's hand is cold, and it is still touching your skin. His body wants to react to his touch but you're afraid of looking crazy.

"There were people looking at me like I didn't belong there. And people who made me feel..." You want to speak but it seems like admitting what you're about to admit is wrong. You feel like you've already spoken enough so you enter the bathroom leaving the door closed.

"I'm not leaving, so could you tell me what people made you feel?" Pedro speak a little louder so you can hear it as you get into the shower. The sound of the water drowns out Pascal's voice but you realize that maybe it's the best way to answer his question.

"They made me feel important, Pedro. As if I deserved an award, or had won it. As if I were a role model. For staying with you, for having conquered you. And the worst part is that it's all a scam." You talk and when you don't hear anything, you decide to continue showering and venting.

“I'm not used to being praised for something I'm pretending to do. Don't get me wrong, falsely dating you is an honor. But it's strange to see people idolize me for a lie." Your mind is heavy. The conscience hurts too much, but admitting this vulnerability to Pascal. You finish the shower swearing that Pascal must not have heard what you said. You wrap the towel under your body and leave the bathroom a little embarrassed. You was in such a hurry that you forgot to grab a second change of clothes.

"Y/N..." Pedro says as soon as you came out of the bathroom surprising you, you almost fell but then Pedro held your waist helping you stay balanced.

"Thank you for your help but I think I'm a little inappropriate." You say pointing to your body, since you're just wrapped in a towel. Literally.

"What you said in that bathroom, I... I don't want you to feel bad. This is my shame, so don't carry this feeling with you. And I would like to add that you smell really good." Pedro speaks softly, getting closer and you feel an enormous need to do something. Something insane.

"Pascal, will you allow me to do something to ease my conscience?" You speak curiously about what answer he will say.

"You are allowed to do anything that will ease your conscience, Y/N. Of course, anything that involves me." He says this in an amused tone and then he is surprised by a kiss. You kiss him like you really love him, like you really are his girlfriend. As if you could really be the object of Pedro Pascal's desire. Because what hurts the most is that every time someone congratulates you on your relationship, you remember that it's all fake.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

sunflower, chapter eighteen

summary: Y/n finally attends one of Rossi’s parties

warnings: alcohol consumption, talk of food, semi-public sex, dirty talk, mirror sex, bathroom quickie, penetrative sex, creampie, oral (fem receiving) aka just Spencer cleaning up after himself

word count: 1693

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“Are you ready?”

You looked over at Spencer before smoothing down your short dress, nodding and ringing the doorbell.

Only a few moments passed before the extravagant front door swung open.

“Reid! Great you could make it,” the older man, whom you would presume was Rossi, beamed, “and you finally brought Y/n, about damn time. Welcome, come in. The rest are just out back.”

Tightening your grip on Spencer’s hand, you followed Rossi out to greet the others.

“Look who just arrived,” Rossi said, calling the rest of the party’s attention. The familiar blonde immediately jumped out of her seat to give you a big bear hug.

“Y/n! Oh my god, you’re here! You’re finally here!” Penelope squealed.

“Oh, hi, it’s great to see you as well!”

“Baby girl, don’t scare off Pretty Ricky’s girlfriend now that she’s finally come to one of these dinners,” Morgan winked.

Not sure if you should correct him, you glanced up at Spencer and let him take the lead, “Y/n is actually not my girlfriend, we got married.”

“Oh, don’t tell me you went to Vegas?” Rossi mumbled. There was obviously a story there.

“No, it happened a while ago,” he chuckled, “but we only just made it completely official a few days ago at the courthouse.”

The Italian sure knew how to pick a good wine. You were on your third glass, and the night was going swimmingly. Penelope had hogged you for a while, but it didn’t take long for you to feel the love from the rest of Spencer’s chosen family.

The food had been amazing. Pasta, who wouldn’t have loved that?

Half-empty wine glass in hand, you wandered up and down one of the many hallways in this huge mansion. You were taking a bit of a breather from the party now that the meal was over. Looking up at the walls, you studied the many impressive, framed pictures and artwork.

Rounding the corner, you saw Spencer, clearly looking for you, “hey, there you are,” he smiled, “you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great, just needed a tiny break,” you looked up at more of the frames and took another sip, “this wine tastes so good.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he giggled.

“You know,” focusing your gaze on him, “it’s kinda giving me some ideas…”

“Oh really? And what would that be?” he smirked.

Reaching out to play with his tie, “well, I was thinking, maybe we could go into a bathroom and…?”

Eyes growing wide at your boldness, he giggled, “Y/n, I’m not gonna fuck you in the bathroom!”

“Why not? Because your co-workers are outside?”

“Yes!” he shrieked.

“They’re all the way out in the garden, they won’t hear anything!”

“But, what if one of them has to use the bathroom and we’re in there?”

“Spencer, there are like a million bathrooms in this house. What are the chances that they will choose the exact one we are in?”

Taking a moment to think on it, calculating the possibilities, “you sure?”

“Spencer, thanks to the wine and the sensation of wearing this tiny dress, I feel like I’m gonna explode. If you don’t help me. I’m taking matters into my own hands,” you backed up, moving closer to the nearest bathroom, “you can just watch if you want… guard the door… I know how much you like that…” opening the door, you left him to make his desertion.

Hearing the door lock behind you, he turned you around to capture your lips. Kissing you fiercely, he backed you up until you bumped into the sink.

“You know how much I love those noises you make, but we have to be quiet, okay?” he whispered, in between the kisses, “can you do that for me?”

“Mmhm.”

Toying with the end of your dress, he smirked, “good girl, now turn around and bend over.”

Doing so as fast as your body would let you, you found his eyes in the mirror as you braced yourself on the sink. Slipping his fingers under your dress, touching your thighs, he nudged them apart, making room for his fingers to feel you through your underwear.

“You really weren’t kidding, you’re fucking soaked,” he kissed the crook of your neck.

“Please, Spencer, I want you inside me,” you whined, pushing your hips back, griding your ass into him.

Hearing him undo his pants, you bit your lip. He tugged your panties aside and you felt the weight of his cock tap against you.

“Yeah, is this what you want?”

Running it through your folds and teasing your entrance, you nodded furiously, “please.”

And with that, he drove into you, not giving you a moment to adjust, he clasped his palm over your parted lips to minimise the moan you couldn’t hold back. Setting a brutal pace, your eyes never left his chocolate ones in the reflection.

Keeping his face right next to yours, he kept his lips by your ear, “we have to be quick.”

Running your tongue over his palm, he let go only to shove to fingers into your mouth, quieting you that way.

“I can feel your pulse, baby,” he whispered and wrapped his other arm around your ribcage, right underneath your boobs, the thumb poking up every once and a while to stroke one of them. “And I don’t mean in your chest.”

Grabbing a hold of his forearm, you dug your nails into it, surely leaving little crescent moons in its wake. Hollowing your cheeks around his digits, you swirled your tongue around them.

Gliding his hand down to play with your clit, he nibbled your neck lightly, “you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

Moaning around his fingers, you didn’t need any more from him, already being so close to the verge of euphoria, this was just the cherry on top.

Burying his face in your shoulder, the two of you rode out your highs together.

Detaching from each other after you’d regained your breath, you felt his hot cum run down your legs, “can you get me some toilet paper to clean up?”

“No,” he grinned.

“Spencer, I am not gonna go out there again with your load running down my thighs!”

Seeing him kneel down behind you, you gasped in surprise as you felt his tongue start to lap at you, catching every last drop that had escaped.

Giving you one last sloppy kiss on your sensitive folds, he rose up again and wrapped his arms around you, “another time,” he kissed your cheek.

Closing your eyes, you leaned back into the embrace. The mix of your obvious alcohol consumption and the wonderful orgasm made you drowsy. Even though you were standing up, you felt as though you could fall asleep on the spot.

Nuzzling his nose against your cheek, he chuckled, “what, are you tired?”

Lulling your head to the side, you mumbled, “oh, shut up, wine is a sedative.”

Moving down to nibble lightly at your pulse point, “so is an orgasm.”

His fact made you arch your back, pushing your round ass into his sensitive groin, “are you offering another one?”

Running his hands down to gently grab a hold of your hips, steadying them, “maybe later, when we get home.”

Lazily blinking your eyes open, “you promise?”

“Any time you want a release of melatonin, among other hormones, you just let me know.”

Taking a step back, he did his best to help get you back to looking like you weren’t just doing exactly what you were doing in here. It worked, somewhat, but luckily the walk back down to the garden was long enough for the flush that you both were sporting to disappear.

Reaching for the door handle, you asked, “could you maybe do that thing, where you put a pillow under me?”

“You sure you wanna do that after 3 drinks? Last time we did that you said it made you see stars.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you turned the handle, smiling as you glanced down to see his quickly returning tent, “I wanna see big dipper!”

Closely following after you as you exited the bathroom, he dipped down you whisper in your ear, “baby, if that’s what you want, I’ll make you see a lot more than just big dipper,” then spun you around to catch your lips with his own.

In between the hurried kisses, you giggled, “oh yeah?”

Before he could answer, you were interrupted by an intentional cough right beside your entangled forms. Almost jumping from each other, you spun around to see Derek, leaning against the wall with the biggest smirk on his face.

“Oh, hi!” you tried, eyes wide.

“Hello indeed,” he looked proudly at Spencer, “pretty boy, my man!”

“Oh, no, this is not what you think it is,” Spencer attempted.

“Really? Then what were you two doing alone in the bathroom at a party?”

“Um, we were just talking about constellations… In the bathroom…” you gave a tight-lipped smile.

“Oh yeah? I knew you were a nerd Reid, but I didn’t think that was a turn on of yours-”

Slapping one of his broad shoulders, you ushered him into the now vacant bathroom, “alright, you needed the bathroom so bad, there you go, it’s free now.”

Unfortunately, that didn’t stop his teasing, “I’m just saying Reid if you want any tips, I’d happily share my expertise-”

Slamming the door in his face, you slurred, “nope, he doesn’t need that, trust me, my husband has an eidetic memory, among other things, and he knows exactly how to use them!”

Stumbling slightly over your own feet, you felt Spencer’s hands around your waist, “alright, Y/n, I think he got the message, why don’t we go down and get you a glass of water?”

“What? No, I’m fine, I’m great, wonderful in fact,” you traced your hands over his.

Leading you down the hall, he chuckled, “and I would like for you to stay wonderful so that I can keep up my promise for when we get home.”

“Fine,” you breathed out dramatically, “I will drink this water if it means I get dicked down tonight.”

© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble 

#sunflower #lea’s writing #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid series #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x fem!reader smut

[spicy-picklez]

Rainbow after a Storm P11

Includes:

No warnings just soft Larissa (which I guess, is a warning in itself).

Characters:

Larissa Weems x 18yo female student

Summary:

Y/N comes back after a long day at school to a situation with Larissa.

Word Count:

3.2k

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A/N: I’m so sorry this chapter took so long, I’ve been a bit busy the past few days.

Also, LOOK AT HER!!!! 🥹🥹🥹

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“Y/N, darling?”

Your eyes open slowly as you hear Larissa’s voice on the other side of the door. “Mmm?” The once perfect temperature bathwater was now rather cold against your skin as you glance your head towards the door.

“Just checking that you’re ok, my love. Dinner’s ready, you’ve been in there for a while.”

“Thank you love, I’ll be out in a second.” You reply, looking at your hands which are now soft and wrinkly. Slowly hoisting yourself up, your legs take a second to figure out what they’re doing. With shaky steps, you get out of the bath and quickly dry yourself off. Wrapping your dressing gown around you, you walk out to see Larissa sitting on the couch watching Netflix. Her long blonde hair falls loosely over her black bathrobe, her gorgeous blue eyes locked on the screen as she takes a bite of her food.

Sitting down next to her, she places a gentle kiss on your forehead as she hands you a bowl of homemade macaroni cheese. “Thank you.” Taking a bite, you had to stop yourself from asking her to marry you on the spot. Macaroni cheese was your favourite meal as a kid and hers was made to perfection.

A loud gunshot sound makes your eyes flick to the TV. “Is this the episode where Mo shoots Ricky’s balls?” You ask, grinning like an idiot as Ricky rolls around on the ground screaming. Larissa chuckles, nodding. “It will always be one of my favourites.” A laugh escapes you as you agree with her.

Not long after you finish eating, you lean over onto Larissa’s shoulder, her arms wrapping around you. Both of you sigh contentedly in each other's embrace. Breathing in her comforting scent, you can feel your eyes grow heavy as you snuggle in closer to her. Her hand reaches up, tangling itself in your hair as she gently massages your scalp.

She places a gentle kiss on the top of your head as she realises you’ve fallen asleep on her shoulder. Turning the volume down on the TV, a soft smile grows on her lips as she brushes a fallen piece of hair from your face to behind your ear. “You mean the world to me, darling.”

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“Have I ever told you how much I hate your alarm?” You grumble, rolling over to bury your face in the pillow. After the episode finished last night, Larissa had carried your sleeping body over to the bed and taken off your dressing gown, tucking you in. “No but, does it help if I say I hate it too? I just don’t wake up to any others.” She chuckles, her voice thick with sleep as she turns off the insistent noise.

Rolling over, she places her soft lips on the back of your shoulder, pressing her warm skin up against yours as she wraps her arm around you. “No, not at all. But it’s understandable.” Her gentle laugh fills your ears as you say this.

“Right, I’m going for a shower.” She says, pulling away from you. As she gets out of bed, you grab at her wrist. “You forgot something.” Confusion is evident in her expression before she realises. Leaning forward, she cups your face with her hand, bringing your lips to hers. Closing your eyes, you relax into her kiss, your arms wrapping around her waist. “Better.” You grin as you pull away. She chuckles, giving you another quick kiss before walking into the bathroom, picking up her dressing gown on the way. Your eyes follow her naked form, admiring her beauty… and her ass.

Pulling the blankets tighter around your bare figure, you close your eyes as you listen to Larissa’s shower karaoke. Unable to help yourself, a chuckle escapes you as Justin Bieber’s “Baby” begins playing, her singing along to every word.

By the time she shuts off the shower, you’re still huddled under the covers. A few moments later, she exits the bathroom, dressing gown wrapped tightly to her body, revealing her hourglass figure. Her exposed collarbone is covered in lovebites, all in different shades of healing. You have no doubt that yours is the same. “Love, shouldn’t you be getting ready?” She asks, walking over to her drawers pulling out her sage green dress. You love that dress on her, the colour accentuates her skin perfectly, the fabric fitting her figure beautifully. “Nope, free period first. It’s why Tuesday was amazing with Wednesday because we both got to sleep an extra hour.”

She chuckles, pulling her dress up her body. “Well in that case love, either stay in this room until you have to leave or head out now because we’re going to be planning this year’s RaveN and we can’t have students hearing.” Pulling the covers closer to your body, you sighed contentedly. “I’m great here. It’s warm, and smells like you.” A grin pulls at her lips as you say this. “Alright my love.” She says before heading back to the bathroom to apply her makeup.

“Make sure to cover all of them this time.” You call after her, amusement evident in your voice, referring to yesterday’s almost missed hickey. “Oh come on, I did it once, love.” She laughs back at you, voice echoing over the bathroom tiles. You grin. “I’m aware, my darling. But it was quite funny.” A knock on Larissa’s door interrupts your banter. “I’m not doing it, I’m not wearing anything.” You say as she looks at you to open it. Her eyes widened, pointing at her hickeys. “I can’t show up to the door with these!”

“You’ve got hair, use it to cover them love.” Sighing, she pulls her hair over her neck before heading to the door. Opening it, she leaves just enough space for her to be seen, hiding you from sight. “Ah, Wednesday, what can I do for you?” She asks, surprise written on her face.

“I was just wondering about the volunteer assignments for next week's Outreach Day.” Wednesday’s eyes dart down to the hickeys on Larissa’s skin before she continues. “Is it possible for Enid and I to be assigned to the same place?” Larissa’s face turns red when she realises that Wednesday saw her neck, her hand flying up to cover them. “I-I uh, I can do that for you.” Nesie doesn’t say anything, just nods before turning on her heels. Quickly shutting the door, Larissa sighs, looking at the grin plastered on your face. “Not a word.”

“Nesie saw, didn’t she?” You laugh as she shoots you a glare. “I said, not a word.”

“For the record, it’s cute when you’re flustered.” Getting out of bed as you say this, you walk over to her. She places her soft hands over your bare hips, leaning down towards you. Gently placing your lips on hers, you feel the familiar sensation of electricity through your veins. Kissing her makes you feel so alive, so free. She grins as you pull away, feeling your body shivering under her hands. “Go back to bed love, you’re freezing.”

You nod, quickly dashing back under the covers, pulling them tight to your body as she walks back to the bathroom. She exits the room about twenty minutes later, looking absolutely stunning as always. “You look beautiful my love.” You say, a soft smile pulling at her lips as she hears it. Coming over to the bed, she places a soft kiss on your lips. Her thumb lightly trails over your lower lip as she wipes off the lipstick stain. She checks the time before cupping your face gently. “Right, I gotta go. Just let us know when you’re leaving my love.” She smiles as you kiss her cheek, nodding.

“Enjoy work.” You grin as she sends you an unimpressed look. “I enjoy work about as much as you enjoy school darling. I’d much rather be here with you. But speaking of school, if it gets too much, just come back here for a bit to try to clear your head. I’d much rather you stay out of trouble, my love.” You nod as she says this, earning a hum of approval from her as she gets off the bed, exiting into her office.

Not long after, your alarm goes off, letting you know it’s 9.30am. Groaning, you turn it off and get out of bed. Quickly dashing into the bathroom, you turn on the shower and step under its warmth before the cold air hits you too hard. Sighing, you close your eyes, enjoying the sensation of the water on your skin. After a quick wash, you turn the shower off, stepping out and immediately wrapping your bathrobe around your waist. Goosebumps rise on your skin as you dry your hair on your towel. Exiting the bathroom, you dash over to your drawers, getting changed into your uniform quickly, enjoying the warmth coming from each excessive layer of clothing.

Running a brush through your hair, you check the time. 9.47am. Sighing, you pull your blazer closer to your body as you knock on the door to the office. “Yep, you’re good Y/N.” Coach Vlad’s voice sounds and you quickly dash through to the corridor. “Sorry.” You apologise, embarrassment spreading through your body as you do. Shutting the door, you take a deep breath as the bell to dismiss the first period sounds.

Mr Fitts’ classroom is always inviting to step into. As a psychic, his room is a sanctuary for visions of someone with a dove deposition. Many paintings of important moments in outcast history cover the tan walls. History has always fascinated you and the way Mr Fitts explains it only interests you more. Taking your seat, your phone vibrates from inside your blazer. Pulling it out of your pocket, a smile grows on your face as you read the message.

L♥️: I spoke to Vlad, you’ll be attending detention with me for the rest of the week. I meant what I said earlier too, if you need a break, come here. I’d rather not have you trying to punch another student again, love.

You: So your office after school then? What if I want to punch them? You haven’t had to attend class with them.

L♥️: Yes, my office after school. If you want to punch them, leave class and come here. I may not have had to be in class with them but I’ve had to run a school involving them and that's not much better.

You: Only because you asked, fine. If I feel the overwhelming urge to punch them, I’ll come see you love.

L♥️: Good girl.

Wednesday takes her seat beside you, moving her chair closer to hide your arm. You smile gratefully as she nods. “I see you’ve been having some fun with Principal Weems’ neck.” She says as you blush. “I… may have gone a little overboard.” She stares at you. “A little overboard? Really?” You chuckle at her response.

‘'Well, does it help if I say mine looks just as bad?” You say, moving your hair so she can see your own neck, covered in healing hickeys. “No!” She exclaims, lowering her voice before saying the next part. “I don’t want to think about the fact that it’s the principal who put those there. That’s disgusting and not in a good way.” Her face screwed up at the thought.

“Alright class, simmer down please!” Mr Fitts addresses the class, hushed silence falling over the class within seconds. “Right, now. How many of you have heard of the Salem Witch Trials?” You and Nesie eagerly shoot your hands up, recalling many times where you’ve gone on hour-long rants about the fascinating events from 1692-1693. Many others in the class also have their hands up. “Awesome, there’s a lot of you. Now I want you to split into groups of three, making sure at least one of you knows something about the trials.”

At this, both you and Wednesday turn in your seats to look at Eugene, whose face shows pure panic and confusion. He sighs, relieved as we invite him over. “Thank you, I hate group projects and I don’t know much about the trials. We don’t speak of them much as my grandma of many greats was the first of many to be trialled and executed.”

“Eugene, do you mean Bridget Bishop?” You ask as he nods. Wednesday’s eyes light up, no doubt dreaming about being trialled as a witch during those days. “Ignore her, we’ll help you. We know a lot about the trials so you don’t have to contribute much if you don’t feel comfortable.” You say, hurriedly trying to distract him as his face drops at Wednesday’s expression.

“Has everyone got a group?” Mr Fitts asks, to which everyone nods. “Alright then. For the next week, your group will gather information about the trials and present it to the class on Tuesday next week. It could be about anything, the people who were accused, the effect it had on everyone involved, the history of the trials. It’s all up to you, have fun everyone!” He says, a grin pulling at his softly wrinkled face. Turning back to the group, both you and Wednesday grin, already knowing that you’re going to be doing the assignment on the incredibly stupid tests used to find witches.

The hour was spent writing down all the methods used that you would talk about in the presentation while engaging in friendly banter and conversation between the three of you. As the bell rings to start the twenty minute interval, Nesie puts the papers inside a book before placing them in her bag before you stand up. The three of you fall into step, heading to your group’s table in the quad. It wasn’t long before everyone else began to join you, taking a seat at the table. “Hey.” Xavier flicks everyone a gentle smile as he takes a seat next to you. He’s quickly followed by Ajax, who rests his head on his arms, groaning into the table. “I swear if Ms Thornhill isn’t careful, one of these days she’ll end up with a nerf pellet to the head.”

“One condition: I have to be there.” You can’t help the smile pulling at your lips as you say this. His snakes retract under his beanie as he looks up, grinning. “Deal.” Taking a seat between Wednesday and Eugene, Enid leans her head on Nesie’s shoulder, sighing. “Are you ok cara mia?” Wednesday murmurs, gently reaching up to cup Enid’s face as she nods. “Tired and over school.” She says to sounds of agreement from the rest of you. “Tell me about it, most of us have fencing next and I can pretty much tell you that I’ll be fighting Pebalbs. I can never beat her.” Xavier groans as you grin.

“Practice makes perfect, pretty boy.” Ajax laughs, quickly shutting up upon receiving a death glare from Enid. “If that’s your way of asking me to go easy on you, the answer is no.” You say, unable to stifle a chuckle before continuing. “Anyways, guess what Coach Vlad and Larissa have been planning for the last two periods?” Everyone looks at you, unable to come up with any answers apart from ‘the murder of Marilyn’. “The RaveN.” Enid’s face lights up as she hears this. “Aww Nes! We’re so going together.” Wednesday looks more than displeased at the mention of the school dance. “Or, and hear me out here, you can stab my eyes out with a blunt pencil?” You laugh at her response. “Come on Nes, it’ll be great! We’ll all be there and it’ll probably be our first chance to meet Y/N’s girlfriend!” Your eyes widen as she turns to you. “You are going to be bringing her right?”

“Actually no, she’s ou- away. She’s away for six months.” You’re grateful that Wednesday shot you a look halfway through your sentence, catching your slip-up before it was even said. “Aww, where is she?” Enid’s face falls at your response. Panic runs through your veins, choking out the first thing to come to mind. “Spain… she’s Spanish and going home to visit family for a while.” You swallow, wiping your sweaty palms on your uniform. When it’s anyone but people you’re close to, you’re a great liar but the minute you have to lie to someone you care about, you forget everything key to a successful lie. “Right…” Ajax says. You can tell no one believes your excuse but no one comments on it, the conversation moving on to what the theme of the dance could be.

Everyone groans at the sound of the bell. “Alright well, let’s get this over with.” Xavier says, standing up. As Enid and Eugene head their separate ways, the rest of you head to the gym changing rooms, idly chatting about what the pair ups might be, Xavier rather confident about the fact that he’d be up against you. He was right, Nesie was against Divina, Ajax up against Bianca. Both you and Nesie won your bouts, Ajax however, lost.

The rest of the school day dragged by. However, you were grateful that you didn’t have to deal with a repeat of nasty comments directed towards you like yesterday. Entering into Larissa’s office, you shut the door behind you. Her arms are crossed over each other on her desk, her forehead gently leaning against them. “Love, are you ok?” You ask, walking up to her. Lifting her head up, she gives you a weary smile. “I’m fine darling. I’m just a bit tired, and have a bit of a headache.” Standing behind her, you gently place your hands on her shoulders, massaging her shoulders. “Have you eaten today? Drunken anything? Had any breaks?” You sigh as she shakes her head no to each question. “And you wonder why you feel like shit, come on.” You offer her your hand as she looks up.

Skeptically taking it, you shut her laptop’s lid, quieting down her protests as you lead her into the next room and over to the bed. Lighting the fire, you help her take her jacket and shoes off as she gets under the blankets.. Your hands quickly release her hair from the prison of bobby-pins, letting her blonde hair fall down past her shoulders. She sighs contentedly as you gently run your hands through her hair. “Right love, I’m just going to get you some water. You need to stop overworking yourself darling. You deserve breaks too.” You say, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She doesn’t say anything, just nodding as she closes her eyes. Filling up a glass with water, you return to her side. She gives you a grateful smile as you pass her the glass. Kicking your shoes off, you get into bed behind her, wrapping your arm around her and pulling her close.

“But.. m-my work…” She mumbles, half asleep in your arms. Placing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, you place your head into the crook of her shoulder. “Darling it can wait. You shouldn’t be running yourself ragged like this. You’re off the clock now, just relax.” You whisper as she gently nods. “Good girl.”

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#larissa weems #larissa x reader #principal weems #nevermore #forbidden love #forbidden romance #woman x woman #gwendoline christie

[daddyhausen]

• kinktober — day five : sexting / phone sex — ricky starks •

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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2022 }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, sexting, nudes, daddy kink, fingering phone sex, mutual masturbation, male + female orgasms, multiple orgasms, cum tribute, cumshot, squirting

{ word count } — 565

{ pairing } — fem!reader x ricky starks

{ genre } — smut

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the several pings from his phone caused his to break his concentration for the moment

eyes what were once fixated on the t.v were now glued to his phone

he opened the notifications, all of which were from you

his eyes grew wide, cock swelling in his gym shorts upon witnessing the sight

the messages contained maybe half a dozen or so photographs

all of you pretty much naked in various positions

and so clearly taken while you were still at work as evident by the bathroom stall you were in

tits full and round hanging out of your half-buttoned up blouse

pussy spread in full view of the camera from beneath your skirt, no panties in sight

others where you’d completely stripped yourself bare

“like what you see, daddy?” the text underneath read

“fuck…” he grunted, freeing his thick cock, beginning to stroke his length

starting off slow he began to observe the pictures in finer detail

zooming in on the close-up pics of your cunt, your folds soaked and dripping with your sweetness

oh how he missed the way you taste

he adored the way your breasts looked through the fabric, nipples hard and swollen, just begging for him to bite

he swiped to the next picture

your body fully void of clothing, facing away from the camera, bent over, spreading your sweet pussy with fingers

the sight sent him over the edge

he held his cock over his phone, pumping himself until he spilled all over the screen

his cum coating the picture, mostly where you cunt and ass were

a pseudo-creampie if you will

quickly he cleaned himself and his phone up. opting to call you knowing he was not fully satisfied with just pictures

“hello?” you spoke meekly through the phone

“fuck yourself for me” he spoke sternly

“r-ricky…i’m still at work” you whispered

“didn’t stop you before, babygirl”

he chuckled, hand still lazily stroking his cock

“you got some nerve sending me those pics while you’re at work”

he noticed you go silent on the other end, a small smirk rising to his lips

“now… be a good girl, go back into the bathroom and ruin your pussy for me”

“o-ok daddy”

he smirked upon hearing your frantic shuffling, quickly doing as you were told promptly locking th stall door behind you

“good girl. are you playing with that pretty pussy of yours?” he questioned, noticing small whimpers ring through his phone.

“y-yes daddy”

“that’s it baby. keep fingering yourself, think of daddy’s thick cock”

he began to stroke himself again, loving the sound of your small whimpers and moans, desperately trying to keep yourself quiet

“miss your cock…” you muttered through a whine

“i know babygirl, i’ll be home soon then you can have my dick anytime you want”

he knew you were close, the frantic pants mixed in with your moans, it almost sent him over the she

“daddy…i’m so close”

“cum for me sweetheart , make a mess for me”

“oh fuck, daddy!” your pitched cries were muffled into your bicep as you came, cunt drenched with your sweetness

“fuck yes, baby-“

he came into his hand, his palm glossy and white

he exhaled softly, still coming down from his high.

“you good, baby?” he questioned noticing you go silent on the other end

you only mutter a small yes in response

“i love you, sweetheart.”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 } #ricky starks #ricky starks smut #ricky starks x reader #ricky starks imagine #stroke daddy #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew fanfiction #aew wrestling #aew imagine #aew x reader

[ohabigailhowcouldyou]

Written in The Stars(igns)... ~pt 3

He was tipsy, not drunk. Honestly. The fact that the entire world seemed to be in soft focus was purely because he'd just had his first real shower in a week and was looking forward to sleeping in an actual bed, instead of wedged uncomfortably in the back of a van. That was it. He hadn't had that much to drink. Just some bourbon, that's all. And a few sips of whatever Ryan had been drinking, that had burned like acid down his throat. Not that much at all. Just enough to be tipsy, not drunk.

He walked (he did not stumble) out of the hotel's bathroom, weaving his way toward the nearest bed, wearing only boxers, rubbing a towel through his dripping hair. He sat down on the lumpy mattress that protested his slight weight with a squeak.

A second too late, he realized the lump and squeak were not the mattress after all, as a startled Chris jerked upright, eyes huge in his make-up-less face, blanket falling away from his bare chest.

"Oh shit!" Ricky instinctively scooted away, and would have toppled off the bed entirely if Chris hadn't grabbed his forearm and tugged. Instead, he fell forward against the taller man, his momentum carrying them both down onto the bed.

For a moment, there was only warmth and skin and the feeling of Chris' heart beating against his own chest, like it belonged right there next to his. Then one of them giggled, followed by the other, followed by Chris' teasing voice rumbling against his ear where it was pressed against the side of his tattooed neck.

"You're the clumsiest drunk I've ever met."

"Not drunk," Ricky protested, a weak punch landing against Chris' shoulder. He didn't even try to deny the clumsy allegations. He'd fallen off the stage more times than anyone else in the band, and would probably continue to hold that record for as long as they played shows.

"Right..." Chris drew out the word, and Ricky couldn't see his face, but he knew there would be a raised eyebrow accompanying the comment.

"I'm not!" He tried to push up into a sitting position, wanting to prove his sobriety, and only managed to get his hand tangled in the damp towel and faceplant against Chris' chest. Again.

More laughter, like the tremors preceding an earthquake, and Ricky decided he didn't mind Chris laughing at him all that much.

Nor did he mind the long fingers combing damp, black locks of hair away from his face.

"Y'know," Chris began, but Ricky interrupted him.

"If you're gonna give me the straightedge speech, I will stab you."

"I'm terrified," Chris said drily, one large hand fitting over Ricky's mouth to stifle his retort. "But what I was going to say, is that this kind of reminds me of that first winter after you moved to PA. When the heating went out."

Ricky felt his cheeks heat up against Chris' fingertips. How could he forget Chris crawling into his bed, shivering, at two in the morning? They cuddled for warmth every night for over a week, until they'd gotten the heating sorted out. Neither of them talked about it afterwards, even though it lived in Ricky's memory like a technicolor fantasy made real.

"Do you even remember that?" The question was asked in a tone of voice he hadn't heard from Chris before, and he craned his neck back to look at the other man, Chris' hand dropping from over his mouth to the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Chris was biting down on his pierced lip, eyes not quite meeting Ricky's.

"Of course I remember," he answered, then to bring some levity back, "my memory isn't that shitty. Yet."

For a second, they looked at each other, and all the time that had passed since that winter seemed to collapse into a black hole between them, its gravity irresistibly drawing them together.

The kiss was hesitant at first, the metal of lip rings like spots of ice quickly heated by their shared breaths.

Chris' fingers knotted in Ricky's still-damp hair, using it for leverage to adjust their positions and deepen the kiss until he could savor the faint aftertaste of whatever liquor Ricky had been drinking earlier.

Drunk by proxy, Chris thought, his head spinning and heart racing and skin on fire where Ricky was pressed against him.

They both knew this was a mistake, but unfortunately for both of them, it was one neither of them was willing to resist making.

#astrology #band fanfiction #chris motionless #miw #miw astrology thing #miw band #miw fanfic #miw fic #motionless in white #motionless in white fic #ricky horror #ricky olson #band rpf #band fic #motionless in white fanfiction #fanfic #bandom #rpf

[juha-art]

Suvi for the WBN playlists?

sorry this is so long I'm insane about her

'I can still smell the fire / Though I know it's long died out / The smoke still hangs in my hair / And on some quiet evenings it burns my eyes' To be true to Suvi's character we have to start with heartbreak and work our way up. Suvi's memory of the night she lost her parents, and the way it shaped her- 'Don't dare regret anything / Remember what you're here for'

'I'm a tulip in a cup / I stand no chance of growing up / I've made my peace, I'm dead, I'm done / I watch you live to have my fun' Children's adventure Suvi, never getting a chance to make decisions, always doing what she's told, staying behind when Eursulon and Ame run around, watching them live... Aabria said it best- being treated like a child means being put away by yourself somewhere for your own good.

'Smiling from our ivory tower / Wrapped in scents, embroiled in flowers / Enchanted views but I feel powerless' The Citadel! soldier training, leader track, on top of the world but still feeling powerless and locked away.

'Brother, sister too / Do what you must do / Don't trust people you meet, yeah, yeah' Going out to the real world with a soldier's perspective, dealing with the more.. naive Eursulon and Ame. Doing what she has to do, what she was trained to do. The decisions aren't too hard to make. Maybe too easy.

'Easily comes the glamour / Intimidating, radiate power (..) Comrades link arms, we go to bars / People take my picture' I put it on Steel's playlist as well but Suvi had to get it from someone.. little dog barking behind the big dog. Apprentice Archmage in all of her glamour, respected wherever she goes. Big 'do you know who I am' energy.

'I feel so ignored / I want to be adored / I'm so immature / Throw tantrums on the floor' Suvi's no good, very bad day. Aabria needs to take her dice to couple's counseling or something that was rough.

'Fault lines tremble underneath my glass house / But I put it out of my mind / Long enough to call it courage / To live without a lifeline / I bend the definition of faith / To exonerate my blind eye' Suvi's unique relationship to The Citadel's legacy, being the most aware of it's shortcomings, having grown up with witches and a spirit, but the most unwilling to question it because how could she? How could she question the home her parents sacrificed themselves for, the home that raised and trained her, protected and represented by her surrogate mother? A literal glass house, but her home nonetheless.

Suvi cleaning the bathroom when Ame and Eursulon are away, 'children hate cleaning but Suvi has a way to make it important'. Being good because if she's good enough her parents will come back. And then cleaning after her brother again when Ame and Eursulon run off but she stays, because Steel said to keep it on ice. Because she has to be good and this is some good she can do. The soft melody interrupted by 'that's not it'- repeating again and again until she gets it right. Casting mending again and again until she does it just like her mother used to. Finding it in her parent's notes later, talking to her dad..

'If I cleaned everything would you come back?' in a way, yes.

✨ send me a WBN character and I'll make a short (oops) annotated playlist for them ✨ my other WBN playlists ✨

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[jaytmann2]

How I discovered sex True story part 48...........continued.

Emma then dropped to her knees and opened her legs! As she crowtched she started to rub her tits gently as her left hand slid down her tummy to her pussy as two fingers spread her pussy lips.

Her eyes were fixed on my hard cock so I pulled my underwear down and started to slowly stroke my cock. Emma then ran her fingers up and down her slid and rubbed her clit in a circling motion.

I started to pick up pace and was now feverishly wanking my 14yo cock in front of my 20yo cousin as her started to push a finger into her pussy. She started fingering her pussy hard and fast and her pussy was making wet sloshing sounds with each thrust of her finger.

We were both staring at eachother masturbating as we heard mum's car pull in the driveway. Emma ran into the bathroom and came out shortly after in her black bikini as mum walked back in the house. I layed face down on the couch and watched TV to hide my hardon. Mum unpacked the shopping as suggested we all go to the beach!

With excited Yes's Emma went and put a t-shirt and short shorts on while I went and took my underwear off and put a pair of board shorts on and a loose tank top.

We got Sarah ready and bags packed and jumped into the car and headed towards the beach. As expected it was packed but we found a parking spot quickly and close to the path. We got out, found a great spot and got set up.

Mum told Emma and I to go have a swim and she would stay with the baby and Emma should go have fun. There was a refreshing breeze as Emma and I ran to the water, the water was cold but felt fantastic, there was so many hot girls and boys around to perv on!

After a while we got out and went back to mum and Sarah and got a drink. I felt the need to go piss so I said I needed the toilet and headed for the walk toward the toilet block. It was a decent walk and the sand was so hot.

I got to the toilet block expecting it to be crowded but instead it was almost empty. It had that weird smell but I needed to go, I never go to the wall to pee so I headed to one of the stalls. There were three, i first one i went in the door wouldn't close so I went to the middle stall, walked in, locked the door and I decided to wipe the seat down and sit to pee as my feet were sore from walking on the hot sand and I wanted a quick break.

I never really used public toilets before and once I sat down and started peeing, I heard slapping sounds that definitely sounded like someone wanking!

I saw a hole in the wall out to my right and could see movement! I don't know why but I lent over a little to look! What I saw was a beautiful big smooth cock being stroked hard! This made my cock start to swell. The stranger beside me was stroking this cock that looked cut, 7 maybe more inchs, not all that thick but definitely thick enough! I lent back a little and grabbed hold of my cock and started to stroke it. I could tell the stranger was watching me too! We both sat there wanking for a little while when the stranger moved and stood up. To my surprise his cock appeared and entered the hole in the wall till it was in my full view! I reached out my trembling hand and touched it and slowly stroked it. I heard the stranger moan as I touched his impressive and nice looking penis.

I could see pre cum starting to leak from the head then I did something shocking! I lent over and took the head of this strangers cock in my mouth! I started sucking definitely enjoying his taste, his cock tasted clean and his pre cum reminded me of Ricky's.

I was happily sucking when I heard someone washing their hands and leave the toilets. The stranger then pulled his cock thru the hole and I heard him pull up his cloths. I was about to put my cock thru the hole when he opened up his door and left his stall. I was actually disappointed with all of a sudden there was a knock on my door and feet at the doorway, whoever this stranger was, he had good taste in shoes as he had an expensive pair of Nike air max, I had the same pair but mine were black while his were dark blue. Funny what a teenage boy will notice. With a huge lump in my throat, I sat up, unlocked the door and sat back down.

The stranger stood there for a moment with his hand holding the top of the door. I was sitting, waiting and nervous as all hell.....! The door slowly opened as the figure started to move in towards the doorway........then shock and reality hit me and hit hard!

The stranger standing in the doorway was no stranger!!!!!!!!! He was MY FUCKING MATHS TEACHER FROM SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!

Shock and panic set in he Mr Phellps was standing in front of me, his hard cock sticking out from his shorts. He recognised me, stood there in shock too, he standing in front of his 14yo student with his hard teenage cock in full view! He came back to reality as he put his finger to his lips in a shhhhhhh gesture and I complied. Once he saw that I wasn't going to scream or run, he stepped inside, closed the door behind him and knelt in front of me and took my cock into his mouth. He gave me an amazing blowjob and I really miss this so much and in 5mins I was coming into his mouth. He swallowed it all and stood up and I returned the favour by taking his cock back into my mouth and sucking him till he cam in my mouth.

His cum tasted salty but really nice. Once I took his cock out of my mouth, he bent down and kissed me on the lips. I'd never kissed a guy before, his tongue entered my mouth and we kissed briefly.

Mr Phellps looked around very early 30's, very athletic build, light brown hair, clean shaven, good looking around 5'9" tall tanned and shaved pubes.

He bent over and whispered in my ear "oh Jay you're good. Let's meet up again if you want.

[hash-driveway]

Down With Me (Chapter Two)

Also on AO3!

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Just when Roxie had felt acclimated to Sunnyvale’s events, she had to get used to what Ricky, Bubbles, and Julian got up to when they were together.  Ricky grew weed out of his car, in which he also lived.  He also parked it in Lucy’s driveway, which she failed to mention to Roxie.  Roxie had noticed how little Lucy spoke of Ricky while he was away, always wondering why.  Now that Ricky was back in the trailer park, things seemed to make a bit more sense. Roxie was happy to finally have a weed dealer again since she moved, and she appreciated the fact that he offered her a fair price. 

Bubbles lived in his shed like before, but he was out and about a lot more.  He would accompany Julian and Ricky on their jobs around town.  At first, Roxie had the impression that they were actual handymen, and they got locked up for something innocuous.  As it turned out, Julian was the one who orchestrated most of their jobs, which usually involved stealing or conning their way into some money.  She didn’t know what exactly they were in jail for most recently, but she didn’t really care to find out by asking.  

Julian was a fairly quiet guy.  He kept to himself most of the time, but was friendly with everyone in the park.  When Roxie went on her runs, sometimes he’d be getting his mail or taking the garbage out.  She’d try to stop and say hi to him, partially to have an excuse to be near him.  After a while, he would be outside nearly every time she was.  There was something about Julian that made her want to be friendly, to come out of her shell.  It freaked her out a little.

Through their conversations, Roxie came to realize that Julian was sort of a protector of their community, which was something that she certainly wasn’t used to.  Living in the city meant fending for yourself, making sure that nobody was following you home or trying to pick your pockets. In Sunnyvale, it was different.  Amidst the chaos of the bottle kids and Lahey’s debauchery, this little trailer park was the most tightly-knit neighborhood that she’d been in a while.  

On this particular morning, she decided that she would take a rest day– stay in bed a few minutes after her alarm went off, be slow to rise.  Still dressed in her pajamas, a tank and sweatpants, Roxie dragged herself out of bed and stepped into her slippers.  She brushed her teeth in the bathroom, and headed to the kitchen.  As she began brewing her coffee, there was a knock at her door.  

Furrowing her brow, she opened her door to see Julian standing outside it, taking up most of the door frame. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked, blue eyes boring into hers with concern. 

Confused, Roxie cocked her head to the side, “Yeah? Are you okay?” 

There was a pause.  Julian seemed to be thinking to himself before looking a little embarrassed, “Sorry.  It’s just that you’re usually out by now.  Thought you were sick or something.” He trailed off a bit. Julian’s apparent concern for Roxie amused her.  He raised his free hand and rubbed the back of his neck. 

“You didn’t wait around for me, did you?” 

“No, I just… fuck.” Yeah, Julian was definitely embarrassed. Roxie was a bit flattered.  It felt nice to know that he thought of her, that she was a part of his routine just as much as he was a part of hers.

“I was just about to make breakfast,” she said, giving him a warm smile, “Do you want to come in?” 

Julian took a sip of his drink and smiled, “Fuck yeah.” 

She stepped aside and welcomed him into her trailer.  Julian practically had to duck to get through her door.  Once inside, she made them some scrambled eggs.  

“I’m sorry, I don’t have much else right now.   I’m never very glamorous when I cook for myself.” 

Julian shook his head, “No problem. Thanks, Roxie.” 

Silence fell for a moment as the two of them began to eat together.  They both sat next to each other on her cheap bar stools at the other side of the counter.  

“How are you liking living here?” 

“Oh, I love it.” She sighed, “So much more peaceful than my old place.  I used to live in the city, and to be honest, I hated it.  So much commotion.  And the neighbors sucked.  Didn’t know how to have a good time.  Sunnyvale kind of reminds me of where I grew up, so it was nice to be able to be in a place that was familiar.”

“If we know how to do anything here, we know how to party,” Julian responded, “What brought you here?” 

She thought for a moment, glancing at her feet as she considered lying to Julian about the real reason why she was in Sunnyvale. Julian leaned his arm against the counter, drink in hand, waiting patiently for a response. 

“I, um, left a really, really bad relationship.” 

Julian didn’t say anything.  He just nodded, listening. 

“He made more money than me, held it over my head constantly,” she tried her best to sound like the memories of her ex throwing a vase at her head didn’t haunt her on a daily basis, “Anyway, I found out he cheated on me with my best friend.  He freaked out, threatened to kill himself, then threatened to kill me, so I just… skipped town. I needed a fresh start, you know?” 

When Roxie looked back at Julian, his demeanor had changed.  He was now leaned in a bit closer to her, brows furrowed, a concerned expression on his face.

“Sorry, I dumped all of that on you.  Pretty intense, I know.” 

“No, Roxie, no,” he reassured her, “He sounds like a fucking dick. You changed your phone number, right?” 

“Of course,” she said, suddenly overwhelmed by his response.  She rarely expected people to believe how awful her relationship was without all of the gruesome, traumatic details. It stirred a feeling deep inside of her that left her feeling confused.  

“Good,” Julian sighed, leaning back a bit, “Dicks like that are trouble.  If he ever comes around, let me know.” 

That feeling turned into warmth in her chest.  She choked back a lump in her throat, which perplexed her further.  He believed her? Just like that?  He wanted to protect her? No, there had to be a different reason.  People didn’t just…care about her. 

“I will,” was all that she could utter before a loud banging at her door made her jump out of her skin. 

“ROXIE! HAVE YOU SEEN JULIAN?” 

Julian shook his head and walked over to the door, opening it and immediately berating Ricky for being so aggressive.

“Rick, calm down.  What’s wrong?” 

“Lahey and Randy are fuckin’ with my dope plants, they keep telling me that I need to stop selling on the promperty, which is bullshit because how else am I gonna make a living for my family? And they keep bitching about how I haven’t paid my lot fees. This shit’s so fucked, Julian.” 

Julian sighed and told Ricky to go back outside, and that he’d figure it out in a second.  He quickly took their plates to the sink.  He regarded Roxie before leaving, his palm resting on her shoulder. 

“You ever need anything, don’t be afraid to ask.” 

She nodded and gave him a grateful smile, finding herself unable to speak at the feeling of his hand on her skin and the softness of his stare. 

After Julian said goodbye, Roxanne was left to sit in the silence of her trailer.  She tried to process the sudden mix of emotions that engulfed her as she cleaned up her kitchen.  

#julian #julian tpb x reader #julian tpb #julian x reader #trailer park boys fanfiction #trailer park boys x reader #mwrites #tpb #trailer park boys selfship #trailer park boys

[ch4p3lofbl00d]

It's going to be okay, I'm going to help you I promise~Ricky Olson

Imagine being Balz's sister, and you're dating Ricky and you go to his house to spend the night. You end up having thoughts about suicide, which no one knew about you having and you end up cutting with his razor and he sees all of you scars

Y\N Pov

I'm currently getting ready to go to my boyfriend's house. I'm still surprised that my brother, Joshua (balz) wasn't mad about me dating his bandmate. Yes, I'm the sister of the famous keyboardist from Motionless In White and yes, I'm dating Richard Olson. I smiled, thinking about Ricky. He was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I smiled as I got up from my bed and walked over to my dresser and saw my eyeliner missing. I rolled my eyes, and yelled

"BALZ WHERE DID MY EYELINER GO YOU DICK HEAD"

I jumped back when I heard a familiar voice say

"I took your eyeliner actually"

I looked behind me, and saw Ricky, scratching his head nervously. I blushed a bright pink out of embarrassment.

"Oh Balz always likes to steal my eyeliner, so I just thought that he stole it again. I wasn't expecting you to steal my eyeliner"

I saw Ricky smile, and say

"It's all good. I've actually been here for awhile now, you were in this daze, and I needed to fix my makeup real quick and I thought that you wouldn't mind me using your eyeliner"

I blushed deeper, and said

"It's fine. I just needed to do my makeup real quick"

I saw Ricky shake his head and come closer to me and say

"You don't need makeup. You look beautiful without it"

I blushed a deeper red, and hid my face in Ricky's neck. After a few minutes, I heard whistling. I lifted my head from Ricky's neck and saw Balz standing in the doorway. I flipped him off and saw him dramatically fall on the ground. I laughed and heard him say

"OooOo Y\N and Ricky were smoochy kissing"

I glared at him and ran downstairs and outside to Ricky's car. Oh my fucking god that was embarrassing. I felt tears come to my eyes but I quickly wiped them away as I saw Ricky come outside with my backpack. I decided to put my hoodie on and buckled up. I pulled the hood over my head as I saw Ricky get in his side. I wiped my eyes again and hid my face in my hands. I felt a reassuring hand on my thigh, and I knew it was Ricky.

"what's wrong?"

I could hear the concern in his voice. I sighed, and said

"nothing. Balz just embarrassed me"

I saw Ricky nod and start backing out of the driveway. I couldn't let Ricky know that I was having thoughts again. This happens everyday, I have thoughts about suicide. No one knows about it, not even Balz and I trust him with everything. I can't let Ricky or Balz knowing about my self harm, they would be so upset with me. I had to act like everything was normal but in reality, I'm broken inside.

I sighed as I saw Ricky pull into the driveway of his house. I quickly got out and ran inside, I heard Ricky call my name, but I didn't want him to see me like this. I ran upstairs to his bathroom and locked the door. I sild down the wall and broke down crying. I looked over at Ricky's shower and saw his razor sitting there. I sighed and rolled up my sleeves, seeing all the deep scars all over. I picked up the razor and started slitting my wrists again.

1.. cut for being worthless

2.. cuts for being a terrible sister and girlfriend

3.. cuts for making everyone miserable

4.. cuts..

I heard the door open, and I saw Ricky standing there with tears running down his face

"Y/N.. why?"

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, so I let them all fall.

"I'm sorry"

I buried my head in Ricky's chest and clutched his shirt in my hands.

"ssh it's okay. I'm right here"

I continued crying, until I couldn't cry anymore. I layed down on Ricky and I felt his thumb softly wiping my tears away.

"why did you do this to yourself?"

I looked up at Ricky and quietly said

"I've been doing this for the past 3 years but it's been getting worse this year"

I lift up my sleeves and take off my shorts to show Ricky all my scars and new cuts. I immediately feel Ricky's arms wrapped around me.

"please don't ever do this again. I'm gonna help you okay. I love you so much and I don't want you hurting yourself anymore"

I nodded and rested my head in Ricky's chest.

"I love you too. I'm sorry. I hate myself so much and Balz doesn't even know about any of this and I tell him everything. I'm a mistake"

I felt Ricky pick me up and carry me to his bed and pulled me into his lap.

"hey don't say any of that stuff about yourself. I love you very much, and I'm gonna help you get through this"

I nodded and hugged Ricky tightly

"I love you and I'll try my hardest I promise"

I felt Ricky's soft hands plstart playing with my hair, then I felt his soft lips kiss my head. I started dozing off, hearing Ricky hum and run his soft hands through my hair. I quickly fell asleep in Ricky's arms, thinking about how much he cares about me and wants to help me.

Thank you for reading! :)

#fanfiction #fanfic #emo #motionless in white #chris motionless #motionless in white imagine #balz #josh balz #suicidal #cuts #self h@rm #ricky horror olson #ricky horror #ricky olson #2000s #2000s emo #early 2010s #2010s emo

[rosewantstowrite]

I forgot in the guideline and what I write for wasn’t on my masterlist so I fix it. I also write for Mark Fishbach and Seán Mclughin. So that’s why they’re in the master list.

But there also questions if I take request, I do indeed take requests, but I find it easier to noticed if you use the ask box instead of dming me your request because I very rarely look at the messages.

I will go over this again but this just for people who didn’t see my guidelines.

I do write smut

none of the but I’m as the same as this character so it’s okay to have smut about them, it’s about the age of consent, so no minor smut that’s just feels weird to me and don’t ask to age up a character like example Aidan’s role in Nicky, Ricky, Dicky, & Dawn I will not write age up Nicky, plus I wouldn’t write for the story either because I personally never watch it and have no clue what happens in the show, but I’ll age up Five’s body up since he’s technically 58 stuck in his younger body and Aidan is now 18 so I don’t feel weird about aging him up

I will smut for gender neutral readers but those will take a while to get out because I never did smut for gn!readers

I will do most kinks, like bondage, sense deprivation, marking, breeding, daddy/mommy, choking, overstimulation, spanking, choking, roleplaying and that’s all I can think of, but I will do most things, but there might be some I won’t do but I don’t know off the top of my head so just ask me and I’ll tell you if I’m okay with it.

I don’t sexualize age regression, but I know sometimes it’s will be sexual in the bedroom for misbehaving, I will write sexual things for it when I feel like the reader and their caregiver is in a place that they can; I’m going to use my age regression story. I’ll have it where the reader needs to be punished and he’ll get sexual with her but there will be a color system when it does get to the point, and by color system I mean like, green is good, yellow is check in, and red is stop, and Five and the reader would have already established a boundary, do and don’t and Five will ask for her color every twenty minutes depending on how many rounds they agree to do but if it’s only two rounds they agree to that moment he’d ask for her color before starting round two, and this goes for roleplay, I’m bring this up because I read a neat fic about where it seemed like the reader got kidnap and was turn on but was “scared” but every now and than he’d asked for the color. I tend to do that if there going to be smut, not just for the age regression story, I’m talking about for all my writing, another example I’m slowly writing the Elliot Page smut, but what I have in my mind is he has the reader blindfolded cuff to the bed, and I mean by that is their left hand is cuff to the left pole of the bed frame, their right wrist same thing and again the same goes to their legs and use toys to them have multiple orgasm

What can be expected

I will do some heavy and triggering subjects, such as death, suicide/suicidal thoughts, drugs, alcohol, abuse, trauma, ptsd, depression, anxiety, self harm and other mental health issues, most like what I have research on or have. Like the Light Love the reader has depression, suicidal ideation, abusive people in their life, trauma, ptsd, self harm DID (dissociative identity disorder (completely different from schizophrenia) and schizophrenia, for the suicide thing it depends on if the reader going to survive or die. If they’re going to die I will have it where they have already pasted and give a very vague explanation, like in Lonely Memories, I give the cause of death and the note but there wasn’t details in it. But if they survive than it won’t be as vague, it would have details. Something like “Viktor had heard sobbing in the bathroom and went to check over Evaline but the bathroom’s room door is lock and they tried to get them to open the door but there’s no answer so he broke the door down to see bloody water and blood dripping down the side of the tub and onto the floor, he caught her hazy look before she black out, he went into panic mode and got her out of the bath and wrapped her in his jacket not caring about the blood and drove to the er and told them what happen and they took her to a room where they said they’re going to keep them 48-72 hours or longer but he had brought them in right in time anymore minutes they’d be dead” or but a little more at the beginning like what causes them to choose that permanent fix. I have to be care with these though because I have what I lists and I deal with them heavily and if I had a bad idea and I write for the story I need to remind me that I can’t go into much or it’ll trigger people

Requesting/submitting ideas

You can suggest ideas for series, I’ll be happy to do it or if you want to work on it together that’s be cool, if we do work together on it I would give you the access on write in it whenever you want. This also go for one off, I love getting ideas and give people what they want to have.

Again I can’t stress this enough PLEASE DON’T SEND REQUESTS IN DMS like I said earlier don’t check my messages so I don’t think to look in there for requests.

That’s all I think. Thank you for letting me get this off of my chest. 🥺❤️

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