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Sweet Dreams - Noah Sebastian Smut
AN: Not a lot to say here... smut part is in his point of view. Italiacs are part of the dream. Enjoy this weird brain thought I had the other night!
Noah lets out a sigh as he goes through the photos on his phone of you, debating if he should take the risk of hoping that you are still awake but he isn’t sure what time it is back home. He knows you work early mornings and he would feel bad if he woke you up so he continues scrolling, a little disappointed. He knows he should probably just go to sleep but he isn’t in the mood honestly, eventually deciding to just throw on a movie on his phone quietly, so he won’t disrupt and bother Nicholas, but hopefully it would be enough to distract him, allow you to fall asleep.
He misses getting to see you, hold you… admittedly he is pretty horny at this point, missing having those times with you whenever he wants to while you let him do as he wishes. Letting him get you off over and over again, forgetting everything around you. His mind keeps wandering back to you, finding that he is getting hard just at the thoughts of what he could do to you but he isn’t in the mood to go jerk one out in the bathroom of the hotel so he just deals with it, trying to focus back on the movie some more.
Unfortunately he can’t get into the movie, winds up still just thinking about you. Wondering if you miss him as much as he does, if you are thinking of him, his touch. Eventually he gets tired enough that he just falls asleep, the movie still quietly going on his phone and being just what he needed at this point. Hopefully sleep will take these thoughts away from him and tomorrow during your scheduled call time maybe he will be able to sneak away for a little bit, get what he needs.
She pushes me down in the chair that is in my home studio, both of us naked as she stands in front of me, a leg on either side of mine. I honestly don’t remember how we reached that point, where my clothing was thrown behind us along with her dress and panties, but I also can’t complain about having this moment.
I brush a strand of hair behind her ear as I watch her closely, wondering what she has planned right now while she stands like this in front of me. Normally she doesn’t try to take charge and I will gladly let her have this time to do as she pleases.
The woman I can never stop thinking about, the most beautiful, most sexy sight I have ever seen stood before me, watching me.
Her eyes tell me that right now she wants this almost as much as I do.
Her body is beautiful, her soft skin running along it makes me enjoy running my fingers along her waist, the one that I have my hands currently wrapped around. The curve of her tits, that I always love leaning forward to kiss and lick. Her skin smells so sweet.
I take my time to slowly trail my hands down her body, taking time feeling each spot, listening to how her breathing changes before my hand settles on her ass with a light smack, wanting to pull her closer to me, continuing with the makeout session that leads to this moment. “You’re beautiful, everytime I see you I swear you get more beautiful.”
Her hands run from my bare shoulders, tracing my tattoos before they eventually settle in my hair. “You’re not too bad yourself Mr. Sebastian.”
“Princess, I must ask,” I reached out to grasp her chin, making her look at me. “You have me hard as hell, just sitting here. What exactly are you planning to do with me?”
She looks at me with a smile before moving to slowly straddle my lap, settling herself over my erection before lightly moving her hips in a circle, making sure to rub against my entire length as we continue the eye contact before she stops, making me let out a groan.
“I need more princess, it’s not enough,” I say, my hands settling on her hips as I try to guide her how I want her to move, but it doesn’t seem to work.
“You’ll get more, promise but maybe I should see how patient you can be. How much I can get to you before you give in and take over? I bet it won’t take much, I bet you can’t handle letting me toy with you,” she teases, leaning forward to give me a light kiss before circling her hips against me again.
I have patience, I can wait for almost anything if I need to do so, but with her? With her I have no patience. I will never make any promises about patience with her.
I lean forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, hoping to encourage her on, continue to move against me while I try to angle her hips slightly to grind against me closer, how I need her to right now.
“But if you let me have my way, think how many orgasms you could have tonight, just how much pleasure I can bring you?” I ask her, growing frustrated she won’t quite give in to me and give me what I need right now. Maybe teasing her would slowly bring me more of what I am craving right now.
“Hmm one, maybe two?” She asks with a smirk, knowing that underestimating me will annoy me, continue to rile me up and it is definitely working.
“Wrong”.
Rather than answering she continues to tease me, barely brushing herself against my aching cock, the rare brush of herself against me sending shockwaves through my body, making me need her more and more with each passing second. Enough to make me want to explode on the spot.
She settles herself a little lower, allowing me to just barely sink into her, enough to give me just a taste, a tease, or how wet and tight she feels before she backs up again. I can tell her resolve is starting to break as well based on the exhale she lets out before she stops her movements.
“If it’s this good already I can’t imagine how amazing it will be when I have all of you,” she gasps out, starting to feel the pleasure of the moment with me, starting to give in to this more and more.
“Oh baby, if you let me I can make you scream as you come undone on me.”
“Hmm I doubt Nicholas, who is sleeping next door would enjoy that,” she says with a giggle, shifting herself again.
I settle my hands on her hips, trying to pull her back down on top of me, wanting her to just give in and ride me until we both finish. Not even caring about showing off right now, getting here there multiple times like I usually would, right now all I care about is finishing, needing it more than I have ever needed it before.
I stop caring about her teasing at this point, I stop caring about the fact that she is right and my friend who is next door at the moment might not appreciate this, all I care about is getting the two of us off hopefully sooner rather than later.
I can tell she is starting to give in with how easy it is to currently get her to move against me, brushing up against my length as she rocks her hips slightly.
“Please, ride me baby. It’s been far too long,” I whisper, before grabbing the back of her neck to pull her lips to mine. Both of us kissing as she lets out a groan, finally giving in and lining herself up before sinking down on me, slowly taking me all the way with a gasp.
I lean forward, pulling my lips from hers before letting them settle in the soft spot of her neck as she begins rocking against me, fucking herself on me as she slowly builds both of us up towards her high. So tight and wet she hugs my cock perfectly, knowing I won’t last long at all so I make sure to move a hand, wanting to make sure I brush my fingers along her clit to encourage her to come for me, on top of me as she continues, feeling her start to clench around me as she draws closer and closer.
“Fuck Noah, I’m, I’m close,” she gasps, starting to ride me faster as she chases that high, my fingers still circling her clit while my other hand closes around her neck, pulling her back into another kiss to try and keep her quiet so Nicholas doesn’t hear too much.
The second she comes undone on top of me, milks my cock with how much she's starting to tighten and pulse around me I’m finding my own release, filling her as both our chests heave, coming down from the high that we both just had together.
Noah stirs awake in his hotel bed as Nicholas tries to wake him up, letting him know that his alarm is going off and he’ll need to wake up if he wants time for a shower before they have to leave to get going on their activities for the day, making the taller man stir awake in his bed.
Once he is coherent, more awake he quickly realizes that it was all just a dream and when he goes to move, he realizes that it wasn’t just a dream it was one of those dreams… and he definitely needs his shower now. He tries to wait until Nicholas has his back turned, isn’t paying attention before rushing to the shower, not wanting to get caught with the situation at hand.
“Oh y/n, ride me baby,” Nicholas calls with a laugh from the main part of the hotel room as soon as the bathroom door closes, making Noah let out a groan. Realizing he must have talked in his sleep again… and woken Nicholas up while doing so. He isn’t going to live that one down for awhile, he just knows it.
Sighing he turns the hot water on to try and get his mind off of everything, wanting to forget that he just woke up a mess, that he is missing you, that he was caught like that by his friend and bandmate. When he steps out of the shower he quickly changes, getting ready for them to head towards the venue for the new show when he gets a message from you.
“I heard you miss me a lot more than I realized.” All the color drains from his face when he realizes that Nicholas spilled what happened to you… even more so when the second message comes in.
“New material for you to get off to,” with a photo of you in some new lingerie you have been holding out on him from seeing. He can clearly tell what you are insinuating he does with the photo and it makes him let out a groan, making everyone glance over at him. He sends you one quick reply, knowing it will get the point across.
“When I get home you aren’t going to be able to walk the next day.”
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Hi Bree, I wanted to vent a little and you're a self-shipper so I think you'll understand.
Recently I found a new fictional crush, fell in love with him the very moment he first showed up and I'm hoarding all content of him, fanmade or otherwise. I adapted my self-insert to that universe and I was having so much fun thinking up self-shipping little scenarios and such, until I got to his backstory. The thing is, a really heavy point of it is that he was deeply in love with this girl and his life lost all meaning when she died, they were going to get married and everything and it was all about that kind of true love soulmate type of thing, you know? Pretty much she was the only one for him, they were made for each other, he's never going to get over her, etc.
And now I can't get back into self-shipping because it *was* that perfect, amazing relationship, and pretending it didn't happen would involve changing so much of his character but if I just take it then it's just impossible to imagine him with anyone but her. I mean, fuck man she was literally everything to him and she was definitely infinetly better than I could ever hope to be. It feels like being rejected, just unrequited love [and I went and read this x reader fic where's he's delusional and just sees the reader as his dead fiance instead of themselves and sobbed on the floor] and it feels stupid because it's all just *fiction*.
Idk man I'm just sad now
Okay! Sorry this took so long! but here i am! I totally understand how you feel, self shipping is by nature incredibly self involved and i find that i get very caught up in and invested it in. Obviously it's going to be hurtful when something happens that invalidates the possibility of that self shipping and that SUCKS.
Especially, if there are people who invalidate your own little self ship business because it interrupts their canon, but that's okay! you're just having fun! you can do what you want!
There is nothing wrong with getting indulgent, im sure you can let him learn to love again. Theres no reason that he couldnt eventually grow to love you, it's fanfiction! write your own story! it's fine! and if anyone gets angry at you about it i will give them a talking to.
Don't let yourself get too down, its okay! I still get mopey when i read a really good koma/hina fic sometimes aha, cause like i said, you are literally putting yourself in there, so your emotions are really connected to it!
Write your own x reader fic! make him happy again! im sure he deserves it!
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thoughts on the hobbit: the desolation of smaug:
the opening, like unexpected journey, is stupid and shouldn’t be there. why do i care why thorin is in bree. this is just a way to shoehorn bree in because the audience knows it, and they don’t even settle to say it’s bree, they put a “bree...on the outskirts of the shire” line. if the audience knows its bree, which they will if they know lotr, then they don’t need telling, and if they don’t, it’s irrelevant to show it to us. not good!!!!
i like that beorn was arse out naked when he transformed but i don’t like his general character design. the beorn bit is the worst part of the book in my opinion but there’s no reason to make the entrance a bear chase scene when it could easily be what it was in the book (the dwarves coming in one by one like they did with bilbo, which could have been a funny moment where he realises this is what gandalf gets the dwarves to do whenever he needs to manipulate someone). of all the things to cut, this part is it
the mirkwood bit with the confusion and so on isn’t very well-shot. i know this is my personal take from the book but i think of the forests of middle earth as being very distinct from each other - lothlorien is twinkling and deep and peaceful, fangorn is twisted and gnarled and old, and mirkwood is uncannily empty and grey. in the film they make it look too much like fangorn when i prefer to think of it as being essentially under a great illusion - the ground is eerily flat, with trees of the same thickness all growing around you to make only a few feet visible in any direction, and no living things, but wherever the wood elves go this recedes and everything is lovely in their presence.
the spider fight was alright and i like that they had bilbo stab that spider a lot to get the ring back however it verged a little too far into pushing the LOTR ring is evil plot into a story that has no room for it
on that note the whole sauron nonsense is more ludicrous than before. why is radagast here yet again. there’s too little plot pertaining to sauron for it to ever be justified to cut to it, and the moments we are dragged kicking and screaming from bilbo to see gandalf find out sauron still exists (which we obviously know) are soooo bad
i dislike how present legolas is. and i don’t like tauriel. i can’t believe just HOW QUICKLY she falls in love with kili and the scene where they share stories is awkward for many reasons, the biggest being that all the other dwarves can hear the convo but none of them are involving themselves in it. i hate it i hate it
the barrel bit is just overdone and martin freeman annoyed me a lot with it...generally it was too much of a spectacle action sequence and the plot drops dead for legolas to jump on the heads of the dwarves when like the dwarves surely would push him off or something idk it was silly but i guess it was bound to happen
luke evans as bard is good but his family is very silly. stephen fry is a good master too! but the scene where thorin and bard are arguing and the crowd is just cheering to whoever spoke last is silly and goes on 5 minutes too long. HOWEVER there are actually extras who aren’t white! so i would have been happy to see it be longer. however like...none of the speaking roles are given to non-white people (or to women) when there’s no reason not to do so!
the splitting of the party sucks for many reasons but hey we have to have a second action sequence to cut back to right? people loved that in LOTR so we have to do it again right? die
i like how most of the main cast for this trilogy are gay...like literally stephen fry, richard armitage, luke evans, christopher lee, lee pace (allegedly) and of course martin freeman x benedict cumberbatch who i’m sure inspired some weird fanfiction
the smaug scene was goooooood but went on way too long and generally the film just ends ridiculously abruptly and yet goes on an hour too long...the fact that the whole beorn/mirkwood/woodland ream bit takes 1 hour and we therefore get like 2 hours worth of laketown and smaug is quite literally the weirdest thing to watch ever
that HORRIBLE sauron reveal with the eye is BAD and why bilbo sees sauron when looking at smaug i cannot tell...it isn’t like smaug is in any way associated with sauron
the ending is weird i don’t get why they like...wanted to melt the statue...but also like because it simply doesn’t WORK that the dwarves don’t get killed...like even if they could really dodge all those flames they would simply melt...thorin uses a metal shield as a boat on molten gold...what is happening
the gold coins cgi is good! because it’s desaturated. the flames and action sequence melty gold looks bad and idk if that’s just what molten gold loooks like but i am willing ot bet it doesn’t gleam and glow by itself
the ending is also weird in that it doesn’t end like literally any single LOTR or LOTR-adjacent film ever...the fact that it is like divided into these nice little segments in the book seems to mean nothing and the line from bilbo where he’s like “good god what have we done” is more chilling adventures of sabrina than it is tolkien lol.
i FEAR for the next film. it’s going to be so much worse i can feel it in the water. i can feel it in the earth. i smell it in the air
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Those weird challenges you have been given
This came to me thanks to another post on here, but anyways let's kick on.
Okay so first things first, challenges are a good thing. Usually. It's great that authors are willing to write a fic for one of their readers and I don't want to shit on that.
But...
Every now and then, you get something that is just a bit too out there... I'll give an example of what I mean.
Challenger: Would you accept a 100 fanfiction challenge?
Me: depends on the challenge itself I must say. If it's within my capabilities as a writer then I suppose I can, but the only way I'd know is if you told me what the challenge would be.
Challenger: 100 only not a crossover. Harry- Sebastian Stan or Kit Herrington
Harry Caesar Kane( kit herrington or Sebastian Stan) the son of Marcus Kane and Callie "Cece" Cartwig. Kane trainer him from the young age to fight. Read everything he could, he had a genius level intellect. Later focused on Engineering, dreamed one day that he would take over as head of security.
Harry walks in on Bellamy with Octavia before he losses his position as a Guard. Saying that he doesn't see anything that his father needs to know about.
When he was 18 he realized that The Arc would not last 4 years. Tells his Father his suspicions about the Major Impending failure. Who asks Jake Griffin to check the data, Kyle Wick is recuted to help rebuild a single person drop ship. For a single test to see if the ground is habitable. When he reaches the ground hems hocked up to a prototype of the Wristbands the delinquents have. Unfortunately the battery lasts only a couple of days and the Ark thinks him dead. He could either be found by Luna, or Gaia
100 launch - Harry sees the drop ship.
Harry's jaguar and him are hunting, when his jaguars smells blood. Harry thinks it will be a deer. He runs after his hunting buddy. Where he finds Clarke, jasper, Octavia, Finn, and Monty. Octavia bleeding from the poisonous river Snake, Harry has them follow him to one of his Tree houses that will allow him to suck out the poison from the bite.
Bellamy shoots the jaguar but Harry ends his suffering by cutting off the connection between the brain and the spinal cord. Ending his suffering.
Harry is pissed that one of his companions( one he raised since it was a kitten) had to be put down because of their stupidity. He digs a grave for the panther. And burned the panther to ash because he didn't want the 100 to eat his friend.
Finn couldn't let Clarke go and after Raven is on the ground he becomes distant to her and an angry drunk. After he is healed up from Lincoln's knife wound he grows impudent and angry. until it boils over and almost Kills Raven and Harry exiles him from the Drop ship and any Ark Station. - The one that Tristan infects with Hemorrhagic Fever. Attacks her and runs away. Is given an official exile order from the drop ship and 100.
He is the one to negotiate with Anya for peace she sends A message to Harry through Indra that Tristan rallied 300 warriors that want to destroy them eve. If their is an official peace but he was not happy with the terms.
Harry attributes Attractive, Ambitious, Astute, Brave, Cunning, Genius, Gregarious, Groomed, loyal, shrewd, Strong. Duelist, Hunter, Master Seducer, Socializer, Strategist,
Harry's harem Clarke, Charlotte Octavia Blake. Raven Fox Luna, or Gaia- The one that found Harry. Lexa Anya
Other Pairings Bellamy, Bree, Echo Lincoln, Atom(survives the day of the yellow fog being warned from Harry, he runs to the river and hides on the other side of a small waterfall as the acid fog binds to the water and can't affect Atom other than the burns on his arms. Marcus Kane, Callie Cartwright, Indra
So I said no. I mean other than this having tropes I'm not a fan of and it being an OC MC and I prefer writing canon characters, but the worst thing is I read this and I felt so stifled. I suggested gently if he wanted to write it, but he did not want to which I can get I suppose not everyone is confident in their writing, but man this was just a weird conversation overall.
I tried to refuse the challenge, but got told to 'keep' it and then asked to do a GOT challenge. Luckily I don't watch GOT so that was that and I never heard from the fellow again.
Are there any challenges you have received that were just way too out your comfort zone or zany for you to do?
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I'm so curious about what kind of fanfiction you write! Do you have any good fics you've written to recommend? :)
Hello there, lovely! This is such a wonderfully unexpected ask and I’m both flattered and nervous that you’re curious about my fic-writing. *squeals and gulps at the same time* I’ve always loved writing, but I’m also the most self-critical person alive and often feel dissatisfied with whatever I manage to produce so it’s hard for me to self-rec but I’ll certainly try for your sake. ;)
As for the kind of fanfiction I write… *deep breath*
Fandom-wise:
I’ve written the most for Klaroline. I have three (unfinished) multi-chapter fics, quite a few standalone oneshots, and two drabble collections.
In addition, I’ve written a couple drabbles for Gilmore Girls (so far only JavaJunkies), Grey’s Anatomy (only Denny/Izzie), Pride and Prejudice, Vicbourne, and ACOTAR (Nessian).
I’m currently working on oneshots for these other 3 fandoms/ships because I’m a multi-fandom rat and can’t help myself:
-Downton Abbey (Tom and Sybil)
-Doctor Who (Tenrose)
-ACOTAR (Feysand)
I also have a half-finished Literati drabble and a Vicbourne oneshot hibernating on my computer collecting dust. I hope to post them eventually (you know, when I finish them/feel they suck less haha).
Genre-wise:
-Angst
-Fluff
-Humor
-Regency/royalty
-Crack (I love writing silly, ridiculous things for a laugh)
-Canon
-AU/AH
…Etc.
As you can tell, I bounce around here a lot as well haha. I just go where the muse takes me? *shrugs*
Here are links to my (FF.net) and (A03) pages. Most of my fics (and all of my KC stuff) is on FF.net but I have a few things on A03 for other fandoms (namely Vicbourne, Nessian, and a Klaroline oneshot rn).
I’m not sure what your fandom/ship preferences are for fic-reading, but here are some I had a lot of fun writing…
Klaroline:
-Put the Car in Park (canon AU two-shot; one of the first fics I found courage enough to post)
-The Last Love Life (crack drabble collection for established!KC; full of all things absurd)
-Daisies Waltz with Black Roses (Hades and Persephone AU multichapter; I love the premise for this one, but I’m ‘meh’ on its execution so far which is why I haven’t updated in ages and may well take down so I can fix it. Shhh.)
Oneshots from Half Agony, Half Hope (my longest drabble collection):
-El Sabor del Sol, Sangre, y Salsa (post-canon hurt/comfort)
-Corporate Wolf (human AU)
-Beneath the Corset Bones (regency AU)
-Make Them Spell Last Love (this one has a unique format and is part during/post-canon, part AU)
Gilmore Girls:
-In Love and Snow (a fluffy Christmas-themed JavaJunkies drabble)
Vicbourne:
-This Soppy Melancholy (an angsty regency mini-drabble)
Nessian:
-A CasBat Nightmare (crack!AU mini-drabble; so silly)
Okay, so that’s wayyy too many *cries because I hate rec-ing myself* but I figured this was the best way to illustrate my all-over-the-damn-place, I-love-to-explore-new-tones-genres-formats-and-characters way of writing haha.
Thanks for the ask! I shall go crawl back into my hole of insecurity now.
xx Ashlee Bree
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Stress Relief - Noah Sebastian Smut
AN: I saw this photo earlier and couldn't help myself, I had to write something to go along with it.... hope you enjoy!!!
You let out a sigh as you drop your purse on the table by the door, kicking your shoes off before slinking your way through the house slowly after a long day at work. It was a terrible day and honestly all you want to do is curl up with your boyfriend and forget about it, but unfortunately he had other plans and was currently sitting around some of his equipment in the living room with the rest of his band trying to figure out what they don’t like about a song.
You let out a disappointed sigh, slowly padding your way over to him to give him a tight hug and a kiss without a word, not intending to be there long but needing the affection from him.
“Long day baby?” He whispers in your ear, pulling you down onto his lap for a moment so that you can relax against him, able to quickly tell that you need it. You nod, resting your head in the crook of his neck for a moment before relaxing slightly against him.
“Yeah, I just needed a hug. I’m going to go shower while you work,” you answer softly, moving to pull away but he doesn’t quite let you. Instead when you look at him he pulls you into another soft kiss, resting his forehead against yours after and whispering an I love you before he lets you go.
You slowly make your way upstairs to the bathroom that is attached to your bedroom, starting the shower so that it would start to get warm while you strip before climbing in. Feeling the hot water start to wash away your stress, relax you as you stand there, letting it run down your body.
When the water starts to grow cold you let out a soft sigh, turning it off and stepping out. Slipping into something comfortable before debating if you should go back down to deal with everyone or just hide in your room until they leave. You love the rest of the guys, you genuinely do but after the day you have you would honestly rather just be alone where you can relax.
You decide that your best bet is to slip out of the room and look down to see if Noah is alone or not before going down, and when you see that he is in the living room alone you are a bit happier. And, not going to lie, the way that he is sitting right now and at the angle he is at is well, it is an attractive sight.
You make your way down the stairs and walk up to him, watching him for a moment to see if you are interrupting anything before you bother him. When he gets in the zone and is focused he gets really frustrated when you just walk up, but he lets you know that he is in a good place when he opens your arms, welcoming you to come sit on his lap which you do. Letting out a content sigh while he wraps his arms around your back, holding you to him.
“Want to talk about it?” He asks you gently, unsure if you are in the mindspace where talking about it would help or make it worse. Sometimes it is best to just let you relax, forget about whatever was happening while other days you need to vent.
“No, not really. What were you working on today?” you ask, trying to change the subject when you turn to straddle his lap, resting your head on his shoulder.
You honestly have no clue what he is talking about when he goes into the intricacies of the song they are working on, the details they can’t get right and all the other things they are talking about. But his voice relaxes you, it helps you unwind and destress, so even when you have no clue what he is saying you love listening to him. Sometimes when he is away on tour you even listen to interviews online so that you can hear him talk.
He knows that you currently have no clue what is going on, but he has no problem with that, it's helping him vent his frustrations with this new song while helping relax you as well. When he stops he moves one of his hands to the back of your neck, hoping you get the hint and look up at him and when you do he leans in to give you a kiss.
The kiss is relaxed, no urgency or rush, no pressure. Just the two of you lightly moving your lips against one anothers as you both seek comfort from the other one. Lazy, relaxed and loving, almost overwhelmingly so as you both press yourself against the other. Eventually his tongue moves across your bottom lip, Noah wanting to deepen the kiss while one of his hands settles on your ass, pulling your body closer to him while both of you continue to make out.
Neither one of you are usually very patient, willing to take your time with each other like this, but at the moment you are both enjoying it. Loving the feeling of being close to one another without having to rush.
You decide to slowly move your hips against his own, see if you can make you crave him like you want him. Feeling satisfied when you can feel him hardening underneath you, feel him start to meet your movements and rut his hips up against your own while you both continue to kiss, hold yourself close to one another.
“Let me take care of you, make you forget your day,” he mumbles against your lips, a hand slowly slipping underneath the bottom of your tank top, lightly rubbing the skin of your lower back.
“Okay.”
The moment you agree he moves his hands under your thighs and moves you so that you are now laying with your back against the couch, looking down at you and meeting your eyes for a moment while he smiles before reaching to slip your tank top off of you, pleased when you didn’t have a bra on. One less thing that he has to slip off of you before he gets started.
He bends down, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples with no hesitation. Wanting to bring you pleasure, but also because he enjoys doing it. Loves the way it makes you whimper and squirm against him when he slowly trails his tongue around it, sucks it harshly, lightly bites it. Knowing that when you are starting to whine that he is getting to you, that he is making you crave him even more than before.
He moves to the other one, giving it the same treatment, his eyes meeting yours while you watch him. Watch how his tongue circles the bud, how he closes his eyes when he starts to suck on it. The sight alone is arousing, has you shifting your hips as you seek any kind of relief that you are not getting, that he is not letting you have right now.
One of his hands slips to the waistband of your sweatpants, teasingly dipping just barely below your waistband. Trailing his fingers lightly against your skin there but not daring to draw any lower. His lips slowly trailing lower down your torso as he does, taking extra time to kiss along your stretch marks that he knows you hate, his silent way of saying he loves them even if you don’t.
He reaches the top of your pants and decides you have had enough, he slowly trails them down your legs, making sure to brush his hand against the skin of your thighs as he does so, glancing at you with a smirk when he realizes you have no panties on either.
“Were you hoping for this babe, had to be prepared for me?” He asks, pulling you so that you are leaned back on the couch, able to see him as he kneels on the floor in front of you. He wants you to watch him as he brings you to the edge, to see him worship you like you deserve.
“No, but I guess it is a good thing huh,” you ask, your eyes meeting him for a moment before he turns his head and leaves a light kiss against your knee.
He wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling you forward so they hang off the edge of the couch, quickly sealing his mouth over you. Sliding his tongue along your clit as you whimper, the sudden shockwaves it sends up your spine making you tremble slightly against him. You can feel the smile on his lips before he dips lower, and his tongue finds its way inside of you.
You throw your head back at this, your fingers digging into the fabric of the couch as you let out a whine, normally you would worry about ruining the couch but right now, you really can’t be bothered thinking about it.
“Fuck baby, you taste so good, and you’re so wet already for me,” he says, sounding amused. His voice makes your toes curl slightly, the moan he lets out being orgasmic in itself. You love it when he talks dirty, when he tells you exactly what you are enjoying and what he wants.
Before you can answer he moves again, this time his hands settle on your inner thighs as he uses his thumbs to spread you open, the exposed position you are now in allowing him to reach your most sensitive parts that much more, making you feel an orgasm begin to come on as he continues to lap at your clit. Tormenting it with light licks and sucks, lapping at it like a starving man having his first meal in weeks.
“Oh god,” you moan, reaching down and pulling your hands into his hair, urging him to continue to worship your soaking cunt with his lips and tongue while you can’t help but allow the pleasure begin to wash over you. You feel yourself growing closer, knowing that you might not last much longer when he slips a finger inside of you, able to feel him moan against you when you clench around him.
“So wet and tight for me baby, can’t wait to be inside of you,” he groans, adding a second finger. Working you with his fingers, your head falling back in pleasure when he suddenly pulls away from you completely.
“Watch me, watch me make you come y/n,” he demands, refusing to touch you again until your eyes are on his, watching him closely.
He dives back in, doing a twirl that instantly brings the pleasure back, the pleasure that your body loves. His eyes never leaving yours as you watch him and what he is doing. Your hand settles into his hair again, pulling him down into you further, seeking the orgasm that is close. You can hear him chuckle against you, him finding your desperation amusing while you grow more and more needy.
“Please don’t stop,” you whine, needy.
In response he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, one of his hands kneading the flesh of your thigh as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, to torment your clit with his tongue as you to quiver underneath him.
“Come, come on my tongue baby,” he says with a groan, quickly returning his tongue to where you need it as you finally give in. You walls clenching around his fingers as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, before slowly withdrawling while your chest is heaving.
He slowly kisses up your torso, before they settle softly against your own, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips when they meet yours. Both of you moving them lazily against each others before you pull away, meeting his eyes.
“Can I ride you?” You ask him softly, despite everything he does to you, has done to you, part of you still feels shy when it comes to asking for what you want. You aren’t sure why, there really isn’t much that either of you haven’t tried at this point, but you still do.
“Well, since you asked nicely,” he answers, smirking at you before he moves, quickly stripping before taking a seat on the couch, pulling you over on top of him.
He holds his hard cock, helping you line yourself up before you slowly sink yourself on him, taking him inside of you while both of you let out a groan. Your lips meeting his as you slowly start to rock your hips against his, gliding yourself up and down on his cock as you both start growing a little more needy, desperate.
His hands move up your torso, settling on your breasts as he begins to toy with your nipples more, wanting to make you more needy so that you move quicker against his hips, moving one hand to wrap around your throat. He smirks slightly when he feels your breath hitch when his hand settles there, even without any pressure just the act alone makes you suddenly grow wetter around him, makes you work harder against him.
His other hand snakes down to settle on your clit, finding that he is getting closer and wanting you to finish with him. Wanting you to come undone again around him before he does.
“Fuck, I’m close babe,” he warns you, his grip on your throat tightening some as you work yourself a bit quicker against him.
“Fill me Noah, want to feel it inside of me,” you whisper in his ear, giving it a kiss when you feel his hands move and settle on your ass. Gripping it tightly as he cums inside of you, warm spurts as he groans, you continue to rock yourself against him as you grow close yourself.
His hand moves back to your clit, working it harshly before you cum around him yourself, falling into his chest panting as you come undone for a second time. This one is much more intense than the last one.
His arms settle around you, holding you against him on his lap while you feel his cum slowly leak out, running against both of your thighs while you both sit there quietly, enjoying the skin to skin contact after the scene that just happened between both of you.
“Hey-oh fuck,” Jolly says from behind you both, hands quickly covering his eyes. “I uh, I had Nick text you to say that I forgot my phone. I’m just going to grab it from the kitchen counter and go out the back door. Sorry for interrupting.”
He quickly makes his way out of the front room, eyes covered and bumping into the doorframe to the kitchen as he runs out there, grabbing his phone. When the two of you hear the back door close you let out a laugh at what just happened.
“Well, I don’t think that he is going to sit on the couch tomorrow when we resume working on the song,” Noah says with a laugh, leaving a teasing kiss against your neck. “Now, I know you just showered but we’ve sat here long enough that I have a feeling that the second you get up we both will need another one so,” he trails off, running his hands against your sides.
“Probably, want to order dinner and we can take a shower while we wait for it?” You ask him, resting your head in the crook of his neck again.
“Sure, the usual? I’ll meet you up in the bathroom in a minute,” he says softly, helping you lift yourself off of him. Admiring when he sees both of your cum on his dick after you get off before pulling his phone out and placing an order… and reading the text from Jolly that is giving him shit about what just happened in the group chat.
He closes his phone and makes his way towards you in the bathroom, where you already have the water going to warm up so that both of you can settle under it and start to wash your mess off yourselves.
“So, I must ask, did I fix your bad day?” He asks you, a smirk on his face because he already knows what your answer is.
You just roll your eyes before giving him a gentle kiss, letting him hold you under the running water until you both figure you better get out before your delivery arrives. Settling in front of the tv while he puts on an anime that he has been wanting to watch while you eat. Eventually the food is forgotten on the coffee table in front of you while your head is laying in his lap, his fingers playing with your hair. He knows you have already fallen asleep, that you aren’t the biggest anime fan but he appreciates that you are willing to watch it with him, that you are just happy to be around him and to have these soft moments.
He’ll just have to remember that one of you needs to pick up plan B in the morning, because it is just now hitting him what the consequences are for what you did earlier, and while he wants kids… maybe it's not quite time yet.
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Busted - Chris Motionless Smut
A light cry escapes your lips when there is a knock on your hotel door, ripping you away from the orgasm that you were just falling over the edge of. You were so close and now you are having to wrench the toy out of yourself with a sigh.
“Give me just a minute, I am just getting out of the shower,” you call. Trying to buy yourself a few moments to collect yourself before you have to answer. You finally have time off and one of the bastards has to interrupt your alone time.. The alone time that you desperately need. Luckily right before you started you had showered so your hair is still pretty wet, making your lie somewhat believable. You slip a shirt on and quickly throw on a pair of shorts before you rush to answer the door, being greeted by Chris standing in front of you.
“Oh, hey. What is up Chris?” you ask, trying not to look annoyed, or to let it show that you were just getting yourself off to the thought of being underneath him, lightly moaning his name as you fucked yourself with a toy in your hotel room.
It’s not your fault that he is so fucking attractive, that he likes to keep fucking around with the microphone stand on stage… that his makeup lately has gotten more and more attractive in your opinion. And that fucking purple hair, you don’t know why it is so fucking hot to you, but it is.
“The guys all went off somewhere, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out or something. If not it is no big deal, just figured we both were staying behind so,” he says, giving you a smile.
“Uh yeah sure, we can find a movie and watch it,” you say, opening the door up more to try and let him in.
He walks in and takes a seat in one of the chairs in your room, watching you walk in before glancing away from you… suddenly turning bright red and glancing away from where he was looking, making you wonder what the hell just happened. You quickly look towards your bed where his eyes were and instantly turn red, covering your face with your hands as you realize what he just saw.
“Oh my fucking god, Chris, I-sorry. I thought I put it away, fuck. This is so embarrassing, I am so sorry, shit,” you start rambling, rushing to put the dildo that you had left out on your hotel bed away in your suitcase. Embarrassed to the point of almost tears, wishing the ground would eat you alive right now. You swear you put it away, how the hell did you forget to do so when you were in your suitcase before answering the door.
“Did I interrupt something? I can leave if you need me to,” he says, glancing over at you. Feeling almost as uncomfortable as you are right now, both of you struggling to figure out what to say or do next.
“Uh no, that’s fine. We can skip to the movie and pretend that this never happened,” you answer, refusing to look at him. “I don’t want us to be awkward, fuck I’m so embarassed right now.” You mumble, glancing down at your feet before taking a seat on the bed and grabbing the tv remote.
“Why, we all do it. It’s just easier for us guys…. So did it do the job or do you want some help?” He asks, glancing over to you out of the corner of his eye. Hoping that you might take him up on this offer, allow him to help you get the relief you clearly needed… and get himself some much needed relief as well. Especially now when he saw that, and the thought of you fucking yourself with the toy has him slightly worked up, has him half hard if he is being honest, but he won’t say that outloud. Fuck, he would be lying if he said that he didn’t find you attractive, he wouldn’t be against doing things with you if you let him.
He notices how stiff you go when you hear his words, that you tense on the spot and look like you have no clue what to think, how to respond. Your eyes get large as you process what was just said, the shock visible on your face.
“I-I’m sorry, what?” You ask, there is no way that you just heard his question right, that he just offered to help you get off.
“I asked if you wanted some help. Sometimes it is better to let someone else get you off than yourself, and we could help each other relieve some stress and relax? I help you, you help me and then we act like it didn’t happen…. Shit I shouldn’t have asked, pretend that I didn’t. This is a bad idea,” he says with a groan, his hand now running through his hair in frustration and embarrassment.
You know this is stupid, that there is no way that you should say yes to this, let him touch you like this when you already have a crush on him. But part of you wants to say yes, recognizes that this could make things messy, but when would you have this chance again?
“I, I mean okay. If you wanted to, just two friends helping each other out right? It doesn’t have to be anything weird. So I mean, if you want to we can,” you respond. This time you are watching him, waiting to see how he responds. Praying that he takes the initiative and does something, anything because you know that you could never make the first move yourself. You can see the wheels turning in his head and can't figure out what he is thinking, it is making you anxious.
“Yes, two friends helping each other,” he says softer this time. You can see the bulge forming in his pants and debate going over to him to help try and relieve it, but you just can’t bring yourself to make that first move.
A few moments later, after both of you sit there awkwardly and don’t acknowledge each other he mumbles a fuck it and makes his way over to you. You glance up at him from where you are sitting, him towering over you as he stands in front of you. A couple seconds of him just standing there and he moves to sit right next to you. Instantly grabbing the back of your head and crashing your lips to his, no hesitation, no holding back. You give in almost immediately, letting him take what he wants from you when his tongue meets yours, clashing and harsh as the two of you search for the pleasure the other could bring.
His hands quickly settle on your waist, one slipping up underneath your shirt before he gets annoyed and just lifts it off of you, groaning when he realizes you have no bra on.
“Can I ask you something, were you doing this when I knocked on your door? Is that why you didn’t answer the door right away?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours as one of his hands starts to toy with one of your nipples, bringing it to a stiff peak and making you shudder from how sensitive you currently are. When you don’t answer he pinches it rather harshly. “I asked you a question.”
You whine, enjoying the sting but not wanting to admit it to him. “I, yes. I was so close when you interrupted me,” you admit, throwing your head back when he lightens his touch, moving his fingers to your other one, leaving teasing touches around it. You squirming in your place, feeling so sensitive that you could almost finish just from him playing with your tits, why does that feel so good when he does that?
“What were you thinking about while you were fucking yourself? Were you thinking about someone?” He asks you, his lips now nipping at your ear while he speaks.
You let out a shuddered breath, not wanting to admit to him that it was him that you were thinking about but scared if you don’t answer him that he will stop what he is doing and that idea scares you even more at this point.
“I-fuck-I was thinking about you, pretending that it was you who was fucking me, not the toy,” you admit, regretting your words the second that they left your mouth.
His hands still for a moment, one of them moving to push you down onto your back while he settles himself over the top of you, watching you with half lidded eyes. Just hearing you say those words could have just made him cum in his pants, hearing that you were thinking of him touching you, fucking you. That you want this too, fuck, you are going to be the death of him.
He slips his own shirt off before his face is in your neck, leaving kisses along your throat while one of his hands snakes down your torso, settling on your shorts. He dips his hands below the waistband right as he starts sucking a mark into your skin.
The groan that he lets out when he feels you, feels how wet you are is the most sinful thing you have heard in your life, the most erotic and you pray you never forget how it sounds. He peels his lips away from your throat, bringing his fingers away from your folds to look at it, noticing the sheen of your arousal on them.
“Fuck, you’re so, thinking of me touching you got you this wet. Fuck,” he says, glancing at your face before his gaze returns to his fingers, slipping them into his mouth so that he can taste you. Making sure that you are watching him do so, that you can see just how much he is craving you like you are him.
“Can I, I want to use the toy on you. Make you come with it before I fuck you and prove to you that the real thing is better, can I do that, please?” He asks you, making sure that your eyes meet his, that you can see how much he desires you right now.
When you nod your head he slowly lifts himself away from you, stepping towards your suitcase to pull the toy back out before settling by your feet. Silently urging you to spread your legs and let him see how wet your cunt is before he slowly slides the dildo inside of you, being met with absolutely no resistance.
You throw your head back against the mattress when he begins to slowly, teasingly, slide the toy in and out of you, making you ache for more. Your hips are bucking to try and get more from the toy when he doesn’t give it to you.
“You like that, it’s not enough though is it? Beg for it, beg me to fuck you with it,” he demands, watching you closely when you let a little whine out. He wants to see you give in, let him take charge and take care of you. Wants to hear how much you want it.
“I, please Chris, I, I need more. Please will you?” You ramble, struggling to form a coherent thought as he continues to barely rock the toy inside of you, tormenting you with how slow he is being.
“Please what?” He asks, eyes meeting yours as you let out another whine.
“Please, fuck me with it Chris,” you mumble, covering your face with your hands because you feel shy asking, no begging him for what you need right now.
The second the words are out of your mouth he thrusts the toy inside of you roughly, starting a pace that makes your toes curl almost instantly. It feels so much better with him doing it to you, he is able to get it deeper and harder than you can yourself. You throw your head back and close your eyes, feeling yourself get closer to the edge, but not quite there.
One of your hands subconsciously settles on your breast, pinching and kneading your nipple yourself without realizing what you are doing. Seeking out more pleasure than you are already receiving, craving touch there.
“Oh shit, that is hot. Yes, play with your tits for me,” Chris groans, watching you do so for a few moments, overtaken by the thoughts that the sight of you is bringing him right now.
You listen and continue, letting out a gasp when you feel his thumb from his free hand begin to circle your clit, unable to ignore just how close you are now. Everything is getting to be too much, you just want to cum.
“Fuck, please, I’m close,” you whine, shifting your hips while seeking out the release that you need.
“Okay, let go. Cum for me,” he groans, watching you closely as you do. Your chest heaving, your legs clenching, you panting as you breathe through it, letting out sounds that will haunt his wet dreams for months while continuing to fuck you through it until you start to come down from the high.
When you come down and nudge him away he leans back over you, giving you a kiss while he chuckles, watching you open your eyes. “Welcome back, now, should I show you how much better my cock is than this toy? Ruin it for you so that you will always think of me when you get yourself off from now on?”
You can’t find the words to speak so you just nod, giving him your permission to keep going.
“On your hands and knees for me,” he says, moving to slip his jeans and underwear off while you do as he asks. Him admiring your ass while you get into the position he asks you to, no hesitation on your part. Makes him want you that much more seeing how submissive you are for him, maybe you two need to do this more than just this time.
Clearing those thoughts from his head he kneels on the bed behind you, one hand settling on your ass as he gives it a light slap before it moves, settling on your hip as he helps position himself, barely nudging the tip in before stopping. You instantly whine, growing desperate you rock your hips back into his, forcing him to enter you further as you take him inside of you completely.
“Needy little thing aren’t you, I don’t even have to do any work,” he breathes out, watching you begin to work yourself on his cock. He lets you do so a few more times before his grip on your hips tighten and he thrusts harshly inside of you, taking the charge from you while setting a relentless pace, taking you hard and rough in ways that you have never experienced before.
Your mind shuts off while you focus on how great he is making you feel, on how hard and deep his thrusts are inside of you, touching you in ways you have never been touched before. You never would have thought that you would enjoy being taken so roughly, enjoy letting a man use your body for what he wants.
His fingers find themselves around your throat, applying light pressure around it. Another first that you are enjoying way too much, he isn’t even cutting off your breathing but just knowing he can has you growing even wetter, if that's possible, around his cock.
“Fuck, I’m getting close y/n. Touch your clit, make yourself cum around me,” he says, moving his hand to grab yours, making it settle between the apex of your thighs. Encouraging you to do as he asked, which you do without a passing thought. Feeling yourself grow close, starting to clench around him as you come closer and closer to the edge.
His hand finds its way around your throat again, this time applying more pressure and that does it for you. The stimulation of him fucking you, rubbing your clit and now that is too much, making you cum abruptly, with no warning around him. You tighten and clench around him, milking his cock as you finish with a loud moan, unable to help yourself as you are hit with the strongest orgasm you have felt in your life.
A few moments later you feel him pull out of you, hear him panting as he jerks himself, finishing on your back with another groan before letting himself fall next to you on the bed. Both of your chests heaving as you catch your breath from what just happened, as your minds begin to realize what the two of you just did together and it all hits you.
A few moments later Chris speaks up, “I’m going to get something to clean you, I’ll be right back.”
He returns with a towel and helps wipe the mess off your back for you, not wanting you to try and miss some or to stretch too much, because after how rough he was with you he’d be shocked if you were not sore soon.
Both of you lay there, quiet for a moment while you try to come up with what to say, with what you think and want. Finally he breaks the silence.
“So, I know this is out of order but am I allowed to take you on a date the next time we have a day off?” He asks, glancing at you with a shy smile that makes you giggle.
“Of course you can… but don’t think that you are going to get any again any time soon, I think I may be slightly out of commission for awhile,” you joke, moving to give him a soft kiss. “I’m kind of glad that you caught me, would have made sure you did sooner if I knew it would lead to this.”
“I’m glad I caught you too,” he says with a laugh.
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Donors Wanted Pt. 1 - Chris Motionless
AN: Hey, here it is. I have never written in first person so if this is slightly lower quality than my other work it is because I am adjusting to that, but here is the first part! I hope you all enjoy it! I have no clue how many more parts I intend for this but it'll be several!
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I slip out of the shower before making my way back towards my bedroom, trying to decide what I should do. I know the inevitable is going to happen, the sun is now setting so they should be here with the one who is sick. I sigh, slipping into some sweatpants and a shirt to be comfortable figuring that would probably be the best but really not sure how any of this is going to work honestly.
Suddenly Sierra is standing outside my door, startling me when I leave my room.
“Holy shit, you scared me,” I grasp my chest, startled as my body jumps from my sudden presence of my roommate.
“I wanted to tell you that you should probably make sure to eat, this time he is going to need more than usual because of how rough he is and I don't want you too exhausted or to pass out. I already made some of your favorite pasta and have it on the stove for you,” she says softly, giving me a smile as she steps away to give me room to step out into the hallway. Her blue eyes show me just how happy she is that I am willing to do this, that I want to help her friend.
“Yeah, okay. Thanks, I assumed I’d be sitting there awhile too so I wore something comfortable. I guess I don’t know how to prepare for any of this, honestly I am starting to get nervous about this all Sierra,” I finally admit. I refuse to look at her, knowing she would want to try and make it better if she knows just how bad I am.
“Hey, I was too the first time I did this for Rick, but then just knowing I was helping someone, that I was able to help him stay alive, it helped me feel like it was worth it. Now we have a really strong bond, honestly we haven’t labeled it but we’re basically a couple. This isn’t a bad thing honestly, is it going to hurt, yes, I almost guarantee it this time because he is going to be a lot rougher more than likely. But normal feedings, they don’t. After the initial sting of the bite it actually can feel okay, or they can make you feel great because it gives the two of you a bond nobody else has with them,” she says. Her eyes meet mine again as she smiles, I can tell her feelings are genuine. That she means everything she says, that she does feel that bond with Rick.
“I, thank you. I just needed that reassurance. I guess that this genuinely won't be terrible, come on, lets go eat some dinner before they get here,” I say softly, squeezing her arm as I walk by her in the hallway in thanks for helping me feel better.
We both settle on the couch with a bowl of our pasta, putting one of our favorite shows on the tv so that we could sit and try to relax about this impending moment, me pulling my blanket around myself as I try to warm up, unsure if I feel cold because of my anxieties or if I am actually cold.
We are most of the way through dinner when there is a knock on the door, making me tense up in fear as the reality of what is about to happen comes crashing down. I almost instantly glance at Sierra, silently begging her to answer the door so I have another couple moments before this actually happens.
She gets up, giving me a reassuring smile before she goes and opens the door, hugging the shorter man that is standing in the front before ushering him in. Then behind him there are two bigger guys carrying in another, one that is clearly sick. His eyes are barely even open, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he lets them carry him, limp and unmoving inside of our house.
I let out a gasp when I realized just how sick he actually is, I don’t know why I thought it wasn’t actually this bad when Sierra told me about him but I didn’t. This poor man, his black hair hangs in his face, almost covering his dark eyes as they move and gently set him on the couch next to me.
Before I can register what’s happening the shorter one has their arms wrapped around me in a hug, one that I stiffly return, anxious and confused.
“Thank you, thank you so much for helping our leader. We, we all thought we were going to lose him and we’d never find someone who would help,” he says, his voice soft in my ear before he pulls away with a smile.
“Uhhh… you’re welcome?” I say awkwardly, not sure what I should think about this all.
“Hey Rick, you probably should have said who you were before you just pulled her into a hug, she's already anxious,” Sierra scolds before she looks at me. “That was Rick, he's the clan doctor of this group.”
The one who is named Rick gives me another smile. His dark hair looks beautiful against his skin and blue eyes, I can understand why Sierra seems to have a thing for him, he is much her type.
“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m Rick, and those two that helped me bring Chris over are Ryan and Justin,” he gestures to the other two. I notice Ryan is a bit more bulky, his muscles in his arms prominent as he gives me a slight wave. The piercing in his nose for some reason stands out to me, maybe because I didn’t expect it. Justin on the other hand is quite a bit taller than the other men, his hair an artificial blonde color which tells me he either dyes it or intends to. Justin gives me a sad smile, like he's happy I am helping but distraught over their leader being in rough shape.
“Um Hi? I’m y/n. Sorry, normally I have more to say but I’m still… processing things. What do I need to do or whatever,” I say softly, my eyes settling on the heap of a form that is their leader. My heart is half broken, I can’t help but wonder how long he has been starving to get this sick. And the fact he is taking the admirable path and refusing to just go eat like most of their kind would and is letting himself starve…. I just can’t wrap my head around this.
“Well, normally you two would meet a couple times a week give or take so that he could come and feed, and you’d arrange that together but he clearly couldn’t do that this time. I also unfortunately am thinking we may have to umm cut you, make him smell your blood to make his instincts kick in to drink from you. His body is so shut down that I don’t think he is going to be able to just naturally do it. Anyways, there are a few things I do think you should know first. Mostly this one, drinking from a human, it naturally arouses us, so if he ever kisses you or something, please don’t take it badly it’s probably because of that natural response. Second, we are able to heal your wounds with our saliva, so when it’s done and you allow him to lick the marks they will go away within a few minutes. And third, most importantly, you are always welcome to cancel this arrangement at any point. It is preferable with notice but if you just decide you can’t do it anymore it is understood and you’d be allowed to leave. Uhh Ryan, Justin, am I forgetting anything? I’m so used to Chris doing this talk with new people that I don’t remember what all he says.” Rick asks, glancing towards the other men to ask if he missed anything.
“I don’t think so honestly,” Ryan says, giving a shrug as he watches you curiously. Normally the donors are freaking out more but somehow you don’t seem to be and it is honestly perplexing him, making him wonder why.
“I, I guess we should start this, not waste time in helping him feel better huh?” I ask, my eyes still watching their leaders form as I take in the sight of him some more.
“I’d suggest if you don’t mind maybe doing this in your bedroom, it’s going to take a while so that way you can make yourself comfortable, and so if it is easier he is able to lay down,” Justin quickly suggests, wanting to make this as easy on both Chris and I as he can.
“Uh yeah okay, follow me I guess,” I say softly, leading them towards my bedroom, watching a little curiously as the two men are carrying their leader again as I sit against the headboard, learning back so as to try and be comfortable while they place Chris on the bed next to me.
“I think what will be easiest is to just have you give him your wrist, see if he’ll take it. If not, do you care if I cut you, not a lot but just enough that it should make him instinctively react and hopefully reach for you? He’d still wind up biting you but at least then we know he is drinking,” Rick asks, looking up at me with his blue eyes looking sad, like he doesn’t want to do this.
I nod, moving to place my arm right in front of Chris, hoping that he’ll find the strength to just lean in and take what he needs but when he doesn’t I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness, wanting him to just do it. I let out a sigh, moving to hold my hand out towards Rick so that he can take his knife and lightly cut me, hoping he understands that I am telling him to just go ahead and do it.
He also sighs, moving to lightly knick me, enough to make me bleed but not enough to hurt me as I let out a small gasp from the sting. I move to put my arm in front of Chris’ face again, noticing that his eyes are opening as he just watches me closely, practically drooling over it but not acting.
“Fuck, come on Chris,” I whisper, suddenly aware that I want him to do this, that I want to help him and I feel hopeless. He finally leans in, smelling me softly before I feel his teeth suddenly clamp down, biting into my flesh hard, making me gasp and let out a cry, in both surprise and pain as he finally gives in to this.
His lips settle on my skin around his teeth as he finally begins to drink, his hands pulling my arm and me closer to him as he takes what he needs, my eyes meeting his as he does. I can’t bring myself to look away from his eyes, something drawing me in, neither of us looking away from the other until we hear some quiet cheers from across the room as everyone realizes that he is actually feeding from me.
I look back towards him again, noticing a small stream of red running down his chin and can’t help myself but to wipe it off with my fingers, noticing how he shuddered slightly under that touch as he continued to drink. His eyes staying locked on me as he starts to look healthier, gaining more strength and his powerful aura is starting to shine through more and more as he continues.
I start to grow tired as he continues to feed, starting to slump in my bed a little as he continues for a few moments longer, my eyes growing heavy. He pulls away and looks at me with such a soft expression on his face, one of thanks, adoration, admiration before he pulls my arm back towards him, gently licking at the wounds of his bite and of the cut before he gently places it back down, brushing a strand of hair out of my face before looking towards the others in the room.
“Can one of you go get her some orange juice or something, it’ll help her perk up a little from this,” he says, his tone commanding.
Within seconds the other three men are scrambling out of the room, headed towards your fridge to do as he asks while your friend Sierra watches you, concerned because of how pale you look.
I don’t look at her though, I choose to look over at Chris again, who is still seated next to me. When I meet his eyes he gives me a smile, a hand settles softly on my arm as he lightly rubs his fingers along the skin that he had previously bitten.
“Thank you, I, just thank you,” he says softly, his eyes watching mine as he continues to treat me so gentle, so valuable and I don’t know what to do about it, what to think.
“Chris, it’s no problem, wanted to help who everyone thought so highly of,” I say softly, rubbing my eyes a little bit as the exhaustion still hits me.
As soon as the words leave my mouth the guys return back, someone shoving a glass towards me of the juice as they all watch to make sure I drink, that I am doing alright. I finish it and lean back with a sigh, feeling a little better but still not great.
“Well, do you want all of us to sit here and keep an eye on her or do you trust yourself enough to watch her for a little bit herself. As much as you drank from her, someone needs to watch her for an hour or so, make sure she is okay because it was so much more than usual,” Rick explains, looking at Chris.
“I can do it, you guys have already done more than enough. Someone go check on Vinny, we all know he still struggles a little bit with urges when he's alone and the rest of you can go, thank you,” Chris says, nodding towards them before they all look towards me again, all giving me their thanks for what I did before they wander out.
It is quiet for a minute while it is only Chris and I in the room, neither of us sure what we should say or what we should think, before he finally breaks the silence.
“Thank you for this… now I feel like we should talk, get to know each other better because we are going to be seeing a decent bit of each other,” he says gently, moving to help me lay down on the bed when he can tell that I am ready for it. My head now rests on my pillow before a blanket is draped over the top of me while he still sits there next to me.
“Well, what do you want to know?”
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Baby It's Cold Outside - Vinny Mauro College AU Smut
A/N: So I know I said no requests posted until Fridays and Saturdays but I am so excited about this one, I absolutely love it. It may be my best smut story to date at almost 6,000 words! So I decided to post it early because I am too excited and can't wait to share it! The request was literally just Vinny Christmas Smut, and while this doesn't touch a lot on Christmas it is where my mind went. Hope you enjoy!!
God damnit, you groan in your head as you trudge through the cold weather towards the house of your classmate. Of course Vinny would skip one of the final classes before winter break, making your teacher ask you to take the assignment to him… meaning you had to walk out in the cold, and had to do it this morning before the storm hit.
Truthfully you could have done it last night but you just didn’t want to, preferring to return to your dorm room so that you could sulk about the task you are currently doing in your head. You’re hoping that the rest of the guys he lives with are gone already, so you only have to deal with him, but who knows. You honestly were shocked when you found out he hasn’t left to go home for the holiday yet, he is extremely close to his family. Yet another reason for you to be jealous of him, but you would never admit that.
You finally walk up the sidewalk to the house, knocking on the door. You don’t expect him to answer right away given it is only 10 in the morning, and any usual college student would still be sleeping in at this point in the day on a day of no classes. So when the door opens almost immediately you are almost caught off guard, to be met with Vinny standing there, tousled hair from sleep and a smile on his face.
“Hi, I was sent to give you the homework you missed. Because Prof decided you needed to be miserable over Christmas break.”
Apparently you shouldn’t have said that, because Vinny immediately laughs, his bright grin on his face while you try to dampen the emotions in your chest that it made you feel, reminding yourself that he doesn’t like you in that way. Bringing yourself back down to earth not focusing on how attractive he looks right now.
“Thank you, why don’t you come in for a moment before you get too cold. Have a cup of coffee in thanks for bringing this all the way here for me,” he offers, stepping aside so that you could step inside the house around him, his voice still rough from sleep.
You slowly step inside, taking in the warmth that your body was craving and letting your eyes wander around the empty and clean house that he shares with his band that they’ve formed. Last time you were here was for a party where a window was broken by Ryan while playing a dumb game and people were everywhere, a moment that had you too close to Vinny that you are praying he was too drunk to remember.
“Where is everyone else?” You ask curiously, not taking off your coat or boots to give the wrong impression that you were going to get comfortable.
“They all left already for the holidays, I was the last one to get a flight that leaves in a few days unfortunately.”
Oh, so it was just the two of you alone. You tried your best to look normal, unfazed by this revelation despite the fact that you are currently nervous being in such close proximity, worried that your crush that you have been hiding for years is going to break through. Though you had to admit it was painful, the fact you have waited for years hoping that he would notice you but he never did. You were still boring old y/n from highschool, despite the fact you are now in college together. You have always just been friends, and you accepted that years ago unfortunately. Nothing has changed through the years except he somehow got hotter than is fair, more than any other guys your age, but that is besides the point.
With you lost in your mind it gave Vin a chance to watch you, trying to figure out what he did wrong. Ever since that party a few weeks ago things have been different between both of you, you giving him the cold shoulder most of the time, and he can’t even remember what he did. He noticed you looked stiff, but didn’t want to ask what you we’re thinking about and scaring you off like he has always been good at.
“Come on, let's get coffee,” he offered, moving to lead you towards the kitchen but noticing that you hadn’t moved.
Truthfully, you are trying to figure out what your excuse to leave can be, wanting to head out the door and never come back, not able to ignore the clear edge in his voice. He didn’t seem upset though, in fact something a bit more was in his gaze, even if he seemed friendly, not on guard.
“I’m serious, you have to be freezing, it is damn near below zero and windy because of the storm moving in. You’re still shivering and have your coat on. I can even loan you a cup to take it in if you want to leave that bad but I would rather you at least come in and warm up some,” he says, giving you a warm smile. Hoping to coax you into staying for at least a little bit, so he can pick your brain, figure out what he did to upset you so much.
Damn him, now you can’t leave without looking like a jerk, he is being so friendly it would look bad if you said no. And truthfully as cold as you are coffee does sound nice right about now.
“Sure,” you say. “I could use some heat, but I want to get out of here and to my dorm before this storm officially hits.”
The tension in the air disappears as you follow him into the kitchen. You watch as Vinny pours you a cup when suddenly you hear the wind pick up, the lights flickering in the house and you panic. This was not good at all. The weatherman said the snow storm wasn’t going to be here until tomorrow and now it is hitting early, you never would have left your house if you knew it would hit early.
“Should we be worried?” You ask, you hate storms of any kind and the lights flickering makes you anxious, worried that the lights will go out and that you will be stuck here, you don’t want that.
“The house doesn’t always like wind and storms, especially as windy as it is getting. Cream and Sugar for your coffee, correct?” He says, deflecting your question, trying to distract you because he remembers how much you hate storms.
“Yes please, so anyways should we be worried?” You ask again, watching him pull some creamer out and pour it into your cup and adding a little sugar before handing it back to you with a smile, hoping that it was correct. Watching your expression when you take the first sip, hoping that you enjoy it.
“Good?”
“It is good, thank you,” you say with a smile, taking another sip as you close your eyes to take in the warmth from the cup before you glance at him with a stern look. “Okay now stop distracting me please, I want you to answer my question.
You meet his eyes, watching his reaction closely as he goes to answer, but as he does the house goes dark, like something has been pulled over the windows as the power goes out. You glance out the windows and notice that it is dumping snow, suddenly anxious at the weather change.
“Fuck, that actually just happened. Thank god you got here before it suddenly hit,” he says, giving you a nervous look before helping you to the couch and pulling his phone out of his pocket to pull the weather up. “They’re talking about downed wires and power outages, that we need to stay inside. Guess you are stuck with me for now. Thank god we have the fireplace and a lot of wood in here, I will get that going.”
Vinny says before scurrying off, getting started at lighting the fireplace so that the two of you have some heat, even if it isn’t a lot it will be enough for you both as you watch him, your nerves growing as you listen to the wind howl.
He gets it going and then walks off, before returning with a thick blanket for you, laying it over your lap before starting to light some candles that he found, bringing a little more light to the room around you. “I’m going to grab some blankets to insulate the house as much as I can, fill the gaps under the door and windows. Want to help?” He asks.
You get up and help him do that, to help prevent the cold air from making its way into the house that is already getting cooler, both of you somewhat miserable in the rest of the house and letting out a sigh when you sit on the couch, pulling the blanket over both of you.
It is now that it hits you that you are stuck here with Vinny, sitting closely to him on the couch. You try to ignore the fact your stomach is in knots, you aren’t sure if it is nerves because of the storm or because you are so close to him right now… or maybe it is both.
“Hey, I know storms freak you out. How are you feeling?” His voice startled you, but you quickly relaxed into the warmth of the blanket.
“Uhh a little cold, but alright I think. At least I am not stuck weathering the storm alone in the dorm,” you say softly, trying not to let out just how cold or freaked out you actually are at the moment.
“Shit, you are cold,” he says the second his hand rests on yours to comfort you, able to tell it is bothering you more than you are letting on. “Stand up for a second, I will move the couch closer to the fireplace.”
You do as he asks, watching as he moves it closer to the fireplace before both of you settle on it again. This time he sits a lot closer to you, pulling you into his side without a word, you know you are blushing at this.
“This will help keep you warm, if you are okay with this,” he says sheepishly, realizing that he probably shouldn’t have just done that, hoping that you aren’t mad.
You nod, not responding as you sigh contently, curling up next to him and taking advantage of his body heat. Truthfully, he only did this so he could be close to you, wanting to feel your touch, but he wouldn’t admit that out loud. He adjusted to pull you onto his lap, letting you soak in his body heat that he is sharing while your face is pressed into his neck.
“Thank you, this is…. Nice,” you say shyly, glad he can’t see the look on your face as you are probably blushing again. You are gladly going to take advantage of this, it’ll haunt your dreams for months to come. You move, your hands resting on his arms, making him jump.
“Fuck, you are freezing. Why are you like this,” he says, shivering slightly at your cold touch, making you giggle.
“I don’t know, I just always have cold hands. I’m sorry,” you say softly, moving to pull them away but his hands rest on yours, holding them to him.
Neither of you say much for awhile, just basking in the warmth from the fireplace while curled up together under the blankets. Eventually a hand is in your hair, gently stroking it, letting it run between his fingers for several moments, making you sigh and lean into him more, enjoying the gentle touches. He hears your quiet sigh in his ear and continues, enjoying the fact that he can tell just how sensitive you are to his touch.
“You’re sensitive there… Where else?” He asks you, you are almost able to hear the smile in voice as you try not to answer, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. You also are not wanting to admit this to him in fear that he will stop touching you, and you are enjoying it, even if it is only your hair too much to let him stop.
He takes your silence as his permission to keep going and slowly slides his hand down the side of your neck before settling close to your collarbone, gently stroking it while trying to gauge your reaction. Satisfied when you let out a soft moan, letting him know that you are enjoying his touch right now, more than you probably should when he is barely touching you.
“You are a mess huh,” he says lowly, continuing to lightly run his fingers along your collarbone, teasing you, wanting to draw more sounds out of you. “I can keep touching you if you want, doesn’t have to be anything naughty, just this.”
You want to be alarmed, want to say no and fight him off when his hands move down, roving your covered hips and thighs briefly before returning to rub circles along your neck, happy that you are now leaning into his touch. He is pretty sure he knows your answer even if you won’t say it out loud.
“I- I mean I guess. It was… it felt good. But won’t this change things between us?” You ask, embarrassed at everything that is currently taking place. To be admitting that the man is barely touching you and you are already thoroughly enjoying it.
“I think things changed at the party, don’t you? Can I ask you a question about that night?” he asks you, hands leaving soothing circles against your lower back. Trying to keep you relaxed enough that you won’t try to run when he asks what he wants to ask.
You nod, him feeling the movement against his neck where you still have your face nestled, glad he couldn’t see how much you were blushing.
“Would you have actually slept with me that night if Rick didn’t walk into the room?” He asks, his hands moving to your hair again as his nails lightly move across your scalp, the feeling almost distracting you from his question, you trying to think of the best answer you could come up with. When you don’t answer him in the time frame he feels like waiting he lightly pulls on your hair, making you gasp.
“I asked you a question y/n, don’t be rude and ignore it.”
“I-I don’t know, maybe?” You mumble, embarrassed that he is asking you this. That he is bringing up that night again. That you are being forced to think about the night you shamelessly kissed him while drunk and it led to more between the two of you… and the fact that you fled the second you got the chance when Rick accidentally walked in on both of you.
“You don’t have to be so shy, you can admit that you would have. It’s only us here and I think you are just as into me as I have been into you for years at this point,” he says cockily, knowing that you are getting anxious and will want to end this conversation.
He distracts you by moving his hands down the back of your neck, trailing along the soft skin with light pressure, trying to work the tension out of your body as his hands slowly work on it. Wanting to relax you, to make you comfortable with him.
“Okay, so I do have a crush on you. But I can’t say yes for sure because I-well I’ve never done that before so I don’t know if I would have agreed or not that night,” you admit, somehow feeling safe and comfortable in his arms, with him, to admit to him that you are a virgin despite being in college now and aren’t sure what you want or wanted that night.
“Okay, now it is my turn to be caught off guard. I didn’t expect that to be what was holding you back. I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry,” he says softly, worried that he embarrassed you too much and made you uncomfortable, if he made you admit to a secret that you weren’t ready to share with anyone.
Neither one of you speaks as he continues to lightly rub your neck, something that you feel like you should not be enjoying but you are. You are enjoying his hands on you much more than you probably should, and the way he gets you to shift every so often on his lap is making him a little harder than he feels like he should be right now. Worried you will notice it and it will bother you that he is.
“Is this okay,” he asks, reaching for the zipper of your hoodie that you have on, hoping that you will let him remove it. When it hit you what you were asking you said sure, pulling away from him a little so that he could do so, letting him slide it off your shoulders.
He slips his hands under your thighs for a moment so he can move you, your back now against his chest as you lean into him, into his touch and warmth as he settles his hands against your now exposed collarbone, running his hand over it gently as he continues to lightly touch you. His goal now is to make you enjoy his touch, make you crave it and possibly allow him to touch you elsewhere, get you to recognize that you enjoy it.
His fingers brush over your throat as he moves to your other collarbone, making you quite aware of where his hand is. You breathe in, and hope that he can’t feel it, that you are aware that if he barely moved he would be able to choke you, something that you don’t feel should be such an arousing thought to you but it is. But he does realize what the barely there touch just did to you and settles his hand at the base of your throat, not applying any pressure but rather lightly stroking it with his thumb as he feels you take a couple shaky breaths. Praying that he can’t see the more than likely flushed look on your face, the half closed aroused look on your face because you don’t want him to know what he is doing to you right now.
“You still good?” He asks, checking in on you with a low chuckle. He knows that you are, can tell by how you are shifting and breathing but he wants to hear you say it.
“Great,” you say softly, regretting the word choice that you just used. You don’t want to come across desperate despite the fact that is how you feel at the moment.
“I’m glad, tell me if you want me to stop.”
His hands start to slide down, lightly gliding over your breasts, making you gasp slightly but his hands keep going, settling on your stomach while he lets out a chuckle.
“It’s just us, you don’t have to hold anything in. Please don’t, let me hear what I am doing to you,” he whispers in your ear, his hands settling on your hips.
His fingers lightly digging into the soft flesh there, rubbing circles just barely under your shirt as you continue to try and hide how you are feeling, not wanting him to stop but also still not willing to show just how much you are enjoying this, enjoying him. When the hell had you gotten so warm, maybe it was a bad idea to let him move the couch up closer to the fireplace.
Before too long his hands settle on your lower back, between the two of you. Firming massaging your tight muscles there, trying to work out all your anxiety you are holding, because again, he wants you relaxed, enjoying this. He wants to enjoy having his hands on you, getting to worship your body as much as you will allow him because he doesn’t know if you will ever give him this chance again, and even if you will he now knows that this is your first time doing anything like this and wants you to enjoy it, not feel used at all.
His hands slowly work there way up as he feels you continue to slowly unwind under his touch, now much closer to your ribcage when they slide back to your front, teasing you right under where your bra sits, trying to gauge if he is allowed to keep going or not. Judging on how you sighed into his touch and leaned into him he is pretty sure that you are allowing this.
You stiffen slightly when you lean back into him, you are able to feel how hard he is against you, but quickly relax again, and shift yourself against him slightly because while you haven’t done much you have read plenty and are confident that he will hopefully enjoy it.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, slightly embarrassed that you noticed, worried that it will make you retreat back into yourself, but it doesn’t.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you say softly, playing dumb. And while you know that he isn’t stupid and that he knows that you know why he’s apologizing, you felt that would be easier. To ignore it and pretend that you aren’t aware of what is happening with him, because honestly you are too far gone at this point, he could do just about anything he wants to with you and you would let him.
The tension between the two of you finally snapped, him urging you to turn back towards him and the second you do his lips are on yours. Moving against your own urgently, wanting nothing more than to feel you closer to him as you now straddle his lap, your own arms around his neck as you lightly move your hips against his own.
One of his hands is still under your shirt as he slowly slips it off of you, his hand starting to slowly ease the cup of your bra out of his way before he gives up and unhooks it with his other hand, giving himself more room to touch you. To lightly squeeze and palm your breast underneath the cup of your bra, holding back his own groan when he hears you lightly moan against his lips. His fingers move so that they can lightly rub over our nipple, feeling it harden almost immediately from his touch. He hesitantly slides the straps off his arms, going slowly so that you have time to stop him if you want to, but you don’t.
He pulls his lips away from yours, looking at your face as he continues to toy with your nipple between his fingers, trying to read your face, loving the flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes that he sees.
“You’re so sensitive. Has anyone ever touched you like this?” He asks, face moving to your neck as he begins to lightly kiss and suck on the sensitive skin there while he moves his hand to your other breast, giving it the same attention as you continue to move your hips, now seeking that friction between both of you.
“N-no,” you whimper, trying hard to keep your composure and failing, it is so hard to focus with his lips in such a sensitive place and his hands teasing you so much. You never expected to enjoy any of this so much and now that you are, well it’s making it hard to think, all your reservations now slowly slipping.
His hands slowly move, now slipping down your torso towards your waist, leaving more teasing and light touches right above the waistband of your jeans, dipping barely under it before slipping back out while his lips find yours again.
“Can I take your jeans off?” He asks you in between kisses as he slowly moves, laying your back down against the couch while he leans over the top of you, aching to touch you, to feel how wet he has made you.
You tense at his words and he immediately notices, pulling his hand away to settle on your cheek, stroking your jaw lightly as he pulls his lips away from yours, making you look at him.
“We don’t have to keep going, again, this is whatever you are comfortable with.” He says gently, eyes meeting yours as he tries to give you a reassuring smile, one that slightly worked.
“Jeans can come off, but I- I don’t think I am ready to go all the way, so panties are staying on please,” you answer, hoping that he won’t be upset with you.
“I can work with that,” he says gently, moving so that he can slip his own off, kicking them off his foot while you slowly slip out of your own.
You watch as he removes his own shirt too before he settles back over you, bringing his lips to yours again, much softer than before, as if he was trying to reassure you that everything is going to be alright, that he isn’t upset that you aren’t willing to completely go there yet.
His hand slowly slips down between both of you while you held your breath, unsure what to think, embarrassed because you know that you are soaked and he is going to feel it, know just how much of an effect his hands are having on you.
His eyes go wide when he finally settles his fingers over your covered slit, moving lightly against it, able to feel how damp your panties are under his touch, incredibly turned on by the fact he has made you this way. He slowly moves them to the side so that he can actually touch you, feeling your arousal on his skin as he lightly moves his fingers between your folds, coating them before using one to circle your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath.
“Fuck,” he groans softly, pulling away so that he can look at your face, taking note of how you seem to be a permanent shade of red at this point, and enjoying that you are.
His attention returns to his hand where it is down below, now really starting to work his fingers against your clit, giving you more pleasure than you have thought imaginable. This is definitely much better than when you get yourself off in your bed at night, it feels so much better. You don’t try to hide your moan when it slips out of your lips, encouraging him more.
Your hands winding into his hair as you pull his lips to your own again, you honestly don’t think you can get enough of them at this point. Of his lips on yours, swallowing all your sounds as he drags you closer and closer to the edge, making you question why you never let him do this sooner.
When he finally pulls you over the edge your whole body tenses for a moment, your back arching and pressing your chest into his as you come undone at the hands of someone else for the first time. He pulls his lips away from yours again so he can watch you as you do, the sight more arousing than any of the porn he has ever watched, than any of the other women he has been with before.
When you relax under his touch he leaves a couple gentle kisses on your lips, wanting you to feel comfortable and able to tell that he cares about how you are doing as you both smile at each other as your chest heaves from your heavy breaths as you come back down.
You don’t say a word as you push on his shoulder, urging him off of you before you glance at him, shy but determined. Feeling a new sort of confidence as you want to return the favor, want to make him enjoy himself too.
“Lay down Vin, please,” you ask him shyly, hoping that he listens and allows you to do this without questioning you. He looks at you for a second, reading your face before speaking.
“You don’t have to touch me you know,” he says softly, wanting to make sure you don’t feel forced into anything. While you appreciate this, and find it incredibly sweet you still want to return the favor.
“I know, but please?” you ask again, watching as he processes your question and lays back, his back against the cushions of the couch as he listens.
You slowly move the band of his boxers down, watching as his length springs free from its confines before you hesitantly wrap your hand around it, barely gripping it as you move your hand up and down, stroking him gently. You’re assuming that you are doing this right based on the groan that leaves his lips as he watches you, egging you on to continue your touch.
His hand wraps around yours, encouraging you to grip him tighter before letting it go, letting you continue on your own as he throws his head back for a moment, almost unbelieving that this is happening right now, but it is.
He moves to watch you again, seeing you gain confidence as he grows closer and closer from your touch, before he finally finishes his cum decorating your pretty hand while you watch his face for a moment, looking away the second his eyes meet yours, embarrassed.
“Hey, don’t be shy with me now. Let me go grab something to clean your hand up, yeah?” He asks, sitting up and giving you a soft kiss before walking away, returning with a towel and a shirt for you to slip on after you are both cleaned up as you both sit in the awkward silence for a moment, watching the fire. You can tell he is thinking something, but you aren’t sure what.
“What’s wrong,” you ask him quietly, turning to look at him.
“Don’t worry about it, it is nothing bad, promise,” he says softly. “Just stupid shit.”
“It’s not stupid if it is bothering you Vin,” you respond, reaching out to lightly rub his arm, wanting him to be open with you as you just were with him.
“I’m worried I fucked up by doing this, because I gladly would do it again but would you? I feel like I pressured you into it,” he admits, refusing to meet your gaze as he continues watching the fire.
“You asked more than once if I wanted you to stop, and I didn’t. And you were right, things changed at the party a few weeks ago between us and no matter how much I want to deny that I can’t. You were sweet, making sure that I was alright the entire time, and even if I wanted to I can’t deny I’ve wanted more between us for a while,” you respond, somehow having a new found confidence after everything. Maybe it is just because you have seeing him unhappy, unsure of himself but you felt the need to reassure him, to let him know just how you feel about him even if you are risking him feeling the same.
“It has always been you y/n, since we were stupid kids in highschool until now. I guess mauve I should have told you sooner but it’s true,” he says, now turning towards you. Hoping you can tell that he is telling you the truth, that you are happy with the truth.
“Really?” you ask with a slight smile, unable to help yourself when it spreads across your face.
“Yes, now if you don’t mind I want to kiss you until you ask me to stop, until this blizzard stops and we can’t anymore,” he says with a smile. “How long was this even supposed to go on?”
“A couple days, so we may wind up stuck here for Christmas unfortunately,” you respond softly, a little disappointed that you might not be home for the holiday, it didn’t hit you until just now when you two started talking about the storm again.
“Well, good thing we have enough wood for a few days, and we just may wind up having our first Christmas together in the process. And that gives me plenty of time to enjoy this” he says, pulling you into him so that he could kiss you again, making you giggle.
“I guess so.”
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Accidents Happen - Noah Sebastian Smut
AN: Here is the Noah kinky sex request, the request asked that they realize after they forgot protection. It turned into not so much kinky but rather a dominate Noah, but I hope that worked out how you wanted it! Hope you enjoy, I enjoyed writing this one!
You grab Noah’s arm the second he finds his way off stage, already sweaty and slightly out of breath, and start pulling him away from everyone. He slightly pulls against you, annoyed with whatever it is you are trying to do. Since when are you one to try and make him do anything, that is his place in this relationship, not yours.
“What the fuck are you trying to do?” he asks you, trying to yank himself out of your grip.
“Shut the fuck up and follow me,” you respond, continuing to try and pull him off to the side again.
“Wha-” he goes to ask you again as you shove him inside an empty room that you found earlier while exploring the venue. Suddenly sliding down on your knees in front of him.
“I thought I said shut up,” you say again, this time more annoyed as you start to pull his jeans that he has on and boxers down his legs. Starting to lightly toy with his cock as you work on getting it hard for you.
“Can I atleast as what led to this?” He asks you, amused as he watches you on your knees, trying to start things yourself at this point. Something you never usually do, unless you know for a fact it is what he wants you to do.
“Fuck, the way you looked on stage. You were way too hot, bent over backwards like you were at one point, and your growls. Listen, can’t fully explain it but I fucking need you, need to remind myself that you are mine and not all those other girls that I know you turned on,” you answer, your grip getting slightly tighter now that he is half hard in your hand.
“So your solution towards being jealous that I gave everyone a show is to blow me?” He can’t hide the smirk that is on his face. The cocky bastard thinking he may need to act like that more on stage when you are around if it turns you into this. “You think that acting like my whore puts you above anyone else?”
“Yes because I am the only one who gets to be a whore for you, now shut up,” you repeat.
Your lips now wrap around the head of his cock while your tongue teases his slit, getting him nice and wet for you before you start to slowly slide down. You know you are teasing him but he deserves it after the way he just teased you from on stage.
“You realize that someone is going to come look for us any second. Why don’t you wait until we get back to the hotel, and then I can actually turn you into the good whore we both know you are,” he asks you, trying to pull you off of him. “I promise, the second we get back you can do whatever you decide to.”
“Ugh fine, better not take too long to get back asshole,” you groan, slipping away from him so that he can tuck himself back in his pants. “Can you bring the glove back with you, it gives me thoughts.”
He laughs, watching as you get up clearly feeling a little dejected. “Yes, I can put the glove on when we get to our room. Now stand up, I can’t go soft if you’re still on your knees for me like that.”
You do as he asks, a slight pout on your face as he settles down and you both walk back out of the room. You know he wasn’t straight up rejecting you but part of you feels like it, why would any man turn down head? Especially Noah, who you are convinced loves it more than he loves actually fucking you.
“What did you do to y/n? She looks pissed?” Jolly asks, glancing at the two of you as you step back into the green room.
“Oh nothing, she’ll get over it soon enough.”
The second the two of you are in your hotel room he has your back shoved up against the inside of the door, his lips on yours as he slides his hand to lightly grip your throat. You gasp when it settles there, not from it being painful but just because of how much that simple act turned you on. Clenching your thighs slightly as he pulls away from your lips, biting your lip as he does so before finally letting it go.
“You think that you could get away with the little stunt you tried to pull earlier? That I would be okay with you talking to me like that? I think maybe we should put your mouth to good use,” he says, a threatening tone in his voice.
One of his hands settles on your shoulder as he lightly pushes you down onto your knees. You look up at him, waiting for him to make a move so you know what is expected from you. He has you right where he wants you and honestly… you like it when Noah is like this with you. Putting you in your place, not that you would ever tell anyone that you let him treat you like this.
You watch as he slides his shorts and boxers down his legs, before stepping out of them and kicking them out of the way before he starts to stroke himself as you watch. His eyes watch your face closely as you watch his movements, waiting for him to give you the chance to wrap your lips around him. Waiting for him to allow you to do anything, ready for anything.
“You think I should let you join in after you acted like a brat earlier? That I should let you do what you want instead of making you watch me finish myself off?” He asks you, making you look up and meet his eyes.
“Please,” you whine, hoping that if you ask he might cave.
“Fine, open up,” he growls out, letting you lean in so that you can wrap your lips around the head while he lets out a groan.
You swipe your tongue along his slit, tasting his precum that is leaking out before you dip your head lower, taking more of him in your mouth. Knowing that if you dared try to tease him at this point that it will just end even worse for you. Noah has other plans and instead of letting you warm up he settles a hand in your hair, tugging you down so that you take all of him at once. Your throat constricts around him as you try to get used to the feeling, him holding you there until your muscles relax some before he lets you up. But rather than giving you time to get to work yourself on him he begins to rock his hips, thrusting into your mouth as you sit there and take him.
“Fuck, you are such a good whore for me, taking my cock so well,” he lets out, slowly getting harsher with you.
You can tell by how rough his thrusts are getting that you are going to have a sore throat tomorrow, but do you really care about this right now? The answer is no, you are enjoying him using you for his own pleasure right now. You are enjoying being his own little fuck toy and will let him continue to for as long as he wants.
After a particularly harsh thrust he pulls away, giving you a moment to catch your breath as you move your hand to stroke him. Not wanting him to lose the orgasm that is building just because you need a second. When you feel steady again you take him back into your mouth, letting him jump right back in to fucking your throat. Your hand moving to lightly toy with his balls, something you have learned he loves in your time together. You close your eyes, letting him continue to chase his own high before he finally pulls away with a “fuck.”
“On the bed baby, lose all your clothing for me,” he says, grabbing your arm so he can help you up off the floor.
When you go to strip he stops you, changing his mind and deciding that he wants to be the one to remove your clothing, to unwrap you like the gift that you are. You gladly let him, lifting your arms so he can pull your shirt off of you, slightly gasping when he takes your leggings and panties off, leaving a harsh slap against your ass before he tells you to lay down.
You climb into the bed and do as he asks, him settling between your thighs as he watches you closely. Looking up at you before he dips his head down and leaves a teasing lick along your slit, leaving trails of his tongue next to your clit but never quite where you want him. Wanting to torment you and have you begging to finally move to where you need him, but you fight it, not wanting to give him that satisfaction.
“You know all you have to do to get what you want is ask princess,” he says, pulling away to look at you with a smirk. “If not I could edge you all fucking night, and you know that I mean that. I’ve done it before.”
You just bite your lip when he moves tongue around where you need him most, before he dips it lower and teases your opening before backing away again, making you whine.
“Fine, fuck. Please Noah,” you ask, whining as you shift your hips.
“Please what?” he questions, completely lifting his head away to look up at you with a look.
“Fuck fine, please eat my pussy Noah, I want to cum,” you groan, slightly embarassed to have asked but giving no fucks about it at that point. You need it.
He doesn’t respond but dips his head back down to suck your between his lips as he finally gives it actual attention, two fingers dipping inside of you at the same time as he works you over. Lapping at you like a starved man while his fingers roughly move inside of you, hitting all the spots that drive you crazy, bringing you closer and closer to the edge but not quite enough.
You move your own hands to your chest, playing with your nipples as you grow closer and closer from Noah’s actions. When you finally fall over the edge you let out a moan that he swears could have gotten him off by itself while arching your back off the bed. Deciding that it one wasn’t enough and he had to bring you to another one before he will let up and fuck you. He lets up a little bit while you come down from your high before starting back up. Just as rough if not more so than before.
“Okay, give me one more baby and then I’ll fuck you okay, one more. I know you can do it,” he says, before dipping his head and going back to work.
You can’t help but squirm as he goes, now feeling extra sensitive after your first orgasm. He knows it too, knows that he has you right where he wants you. He loves when you are a sensitive mess underneath him, all fucked out. When you abruptly finish a second time he smiles to himself, he knows that only he can make you this way.
He moves so that he is now leaning over you, pulling your lips into a kiss as he rubs his length against you, coating himself in your slick before he moves to slide inside of you. Both of you groaned into the kiss from how great it felt. Afterall, it has been several weeks since you have had the chance to be with each other like this.
He doesn’t give you much time to adjust, choosing to start harshly thrusting into your wet heat, not wanting to prolong the moment any longer as he finally starts to fuck you. By the way you are a squirming, moaning mess underneath him he knows that you aren’t complaining about it any. In fact, if he had to guess you are enjoying yourself. You purposely clench around him, knowing that it will get to him and it does.
He groans, his eyes meeting yours. “Touch yourself like you do when I am gone, I want to feel you cum on my cock before I finish.”
You do as he asks, moving your hand down between the two of you so that you can start to circle your overly sensitive clit with your fingers. You throwing your head back when the action sends you dangerously close to your ending already, it should be illegal how fucking amazing it feels at this moment.
“That’s it, come on baby, cum for me,” he whispers in your ear, egging you on because he knows that he doesn’t have much longer in him before he finishes.
His words are enough to throw you over the edge for the third and final time, you moaning his name as he continues to fuck you through it. Your eyes closing as you settle into an overstimulated mess, hyper sensitive as he continues before he finally finishes, cumming inside of you with a groan of his own before slowly stopping his movements.
When you both come down from the moment he leans down, pulling you into a gentle kiss as he slips himself out of you. His forehead now resting against your own as the two of you continue to share these sweet kisses, him whispering praises against your lips before he moves so you can go clean yourself up.
“Uh Noah, we didn’t use a condom,” you realize when you are about halfway to the bathroom, the fog of the moment has died down some and now that you are thinking straight you are slightly panicked.
“Shit, I-I didn’t even think about it, are you okay?” He asks, turning to look at you. Hoping that you aren’t too pissed off that he didn’t think about it when you two began.
“I’m fine, don’t let me forget that I have to run to the store in the morning so I can get plan B I guess,” you say with a giggle, before continuing your business in the bathroom.
“Or we just take our chances, I mean we’ve been together for quite awhile now and I am not against the idea,” he answers when you emerge from the bathroom, slipping your pajamas on before you slip into bed, him quickly settling next to you. Your head now rests on his chest as he starts to toy with the strands of your hair.
“I think I am still going with plan B, I would love kids with you but why don’t we wait until things settle some for Bad Omens so that I can have you around for everything before we have a baby,” you suggest softly, hoping that you aren’t hurting his feelings by saying this.
“You’re right, that is probably for the best. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it,” he says softly, feeling slightly guilty. He is the guy after all, so he should have thought about it before he even considered being inside of you.
“I should have thought of it too, it happens. Now no more serious talk, you wore me out and all I want to think about is cuddling up with you and relaxing. We only have one more day before I have to leave again and I don’t want to waste time with us worrying about a mistake,” you say softly.
“I love you,” he responds, leaning so he can place a kiss on your forehead before settling back into the pillows. If you want to end the night cuddling as you both go to bed he can give you that.
In fact, that sounds rather nice to him as well.
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Unexpected Visitor - Noah Sebastian
Request: Since you're starting to dab into BO could you try to write something with Noah? He's on tour, they miss each other like crazy so when they get a couple days break, he shows up at their place with a bouquet and some pizza. You can end it however you want and whatever genre. You have compete freedom, you can even change what I said to something you're more comfortable with.
AN: So I feel like this is alright, could be a bit better but I have rewritten it multiple times, I think once I have a flow for BO and know more about Noah's personality that it will be better! I intend for the smut request to knock yall out of the water. So here is a fluffy Noah piece for my debut into the bad omens fanfic world on Tumblr. Hope you enjoyed it!
“Noah, what are you doing here?” you exclaim the second you open your front door and see him standing in front of you.
“Well, it was my understanding that my beautiful girlfriend has been missing me and we had an off day so I flew in so we could do a date night tonight, and then I leave tomorrow again for tour again,” he explains softly. “Now, are you going to let me in so that I can set the flowers down and give you a proper hug?”
You giggle before stepping aside so that he could walk into your apartment and set the flowers down that he got you on your coffee table. Once he does, he turns towards you and opens his arms, silently begging you for a hug. You step towards him, letting him wrap his arms around you tightly, you hold him just as tight as the two of you share your first embrace in a month.
“Noah, you didn’t have to spend your off day flying to me just to have to fly back tomorrow. You should have used it to rest so that you aren’t too tired at the next show,” you say, moving so you can look up at him.
“I didn’t need to but I wanted to. I’ve been missing you as much as you have been missing me princess, and this is our only chance to get time together before the tour ends in another month,” he answers, smiling down at you. “I know it isn’t much time but it is all we have, so I wanted to take it. You are worth being exhausted for.”
“Oh Noah, you are so sweet. Thank you. Instead of a date though, can we stay in, focus on eachother?” you ask him. “I want to just cuddle up with you and enjoy what little time we have with one another instead of being around others, risking someone interrupting our time.”
“We can do that, want to order dinner in and have a quiet night then? Whatever you want is what we will do so long as I get to spend it with you,” he says, slowly rocking where you two stand with each other in each other's arms.
“Thank you Noah, and thank you for still making time for me despite being so busy with tour and everything. I really have missed you a lot,” you admit before moving to wrap your arms around his neck. Urging him to lower his head so that you could give him a kiss. When his lips brush yours time seems to stand still, the two of you sighing into the kiss as it is the first one you have shared in almost a month.
When you finally pull away he rests his forehead against yours for a moment, still lingering in the closeness that the two of you have before he slowly separates from you.
“What are you hungry for? Do you care or do you just want to order a pizza?” He asks you, moving to pull you onto the couch next to him.
“Pizza is fine, whatever you want is fine,” you hum, sitting sideways in his lap so that you can rest your head against his shoulder. Him playing with your hair as he pulls out his phone to make the order for the two of you.
“It is ordered, now tell me about how things are going here for you? What have I missed?” He asks you.
One arm is holding you in his lap as he continues to play with your hair as you talk, nothing important but catching him up on things that you haven’t been able to tell him while he has been away. You listen to his stories of meeting fans and what the boys have been doing while they have been away. The two of you are content just getting to talk to one another and be close after being separated for so long.
You let out a soft sigh when the doorbell rings, letting you know your food is here. You are hungry but you are so comfortable and happy where you are that getting off his lap to go get dinner is slightly disappointing. But you want to be the one to answer because you don’t want to risk it being someone who knows him, take even a few seconds away from what little time the two of you have.
You make sure to thank the delivery guy before you close the door, bringing the pizza back into the living room so both of you can eat. Which you do, still talking and laughing with each other as you finish dinner, enjoying your company. At this point he is doing most of the talking but that is perfectly alright for you, just wanting to hear his voice in person and enjoy being around him. You missed this so much and you didn’t even realize how much until you are having it again, and that is when it hits you that he is leaving again in the morning.
You wind up lost in your thoughts of him leaving again, distracted with all the negatives that are running through your head and no longer present in the moment.
“Where did you go y/n, I lost you,” he says playfully, moving to rest his hand on your thigh, pulling your mind back towards him.
“Sorry, it just hit me that it is starting to get late and that you are leaving me again in the morning. I’m sorry that I zoned out, I just, when it hit me I just…yeah,” you say, embarrassed to be admitting that your thoughts have all turned negative.
“I know, I wish I had more time with you too. But at least we have tonight right?” He asks you sadly, squeezing your thigh where his hand rests to try and bring up your mood.
“Yeah, that is more than I thought I would have with you this tour. I just miss you so much Noah. And, and when you are gone I can’t help the thoughts that show up, wondering what you are doing, who you are meeting. Sometimes I see the meet and greet pictures that are posted and see you with such beautiful women that it then makes me just, feel like I am not enough for you. Like maybe you deserve someone who is willing to give up their job to tour with you and be there for you, that you might want someone who fits your look and personality more than I do. I know it is just me being insecure and I trust you but it… it is hard,” you admit softly, looking down at where his hand is, refusing to meet his eyes.
“I have doubts sometimes too you know. That you will decide you want someone who you can come home to every night, that will always be here when you have a bad day and need them. I hate that everything gets put on hold when I leave, making it feel like we aren’t actually in a relationship sometimes. It isn’t always easy for me either y/n.” He responds, a hand reaching for your chin to make you look up and meet his eyes. “But I know that you are here waiting for me, and that is what matters. We both knew this would be hard, the first tour I have had since we have gotten together but it also has given us time to think about if we really want this. And I don’t know about you but being away from you has made me realize that I love you.”
Both of you freeze at his words, he didn’t intend to say this to you like this. And you didn’t expect him to tell you for the first time that he loved you tonight. You honestly didn’t expect him to say it at all, figuring that he would realize while on tour that he didn’t want this. You mind is running so hard, you are lost in your thoughts until he speaks again and inturrupts your train of thought.
“You don’t have to say it back you know, it just came out. I planned for us to have a nice date and then tell you later, but it’s true. I love you and am not afraid to say it,” he says gently, getting slightly nervous that you aren’t responding.
“Sorry Noah, you just caught me off guard. I, I love you too,” you respond, so quietly he barely heard the words leave your mouth. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect you to say that so it caught me off guard.” You respond, meeting his eyes.
Both of you with a shy smile on your face as you realize your feelings for eachother.
He pulls you into another kiss, this time holding all of the emotions that neither of you are trying to hide anymore within it. His lips gentle as they move against your own, both of you lost in the moment until he pulls away, both of you breathing heavily.
Noah suppresses a yawn as you both sit on the couch together, the exhaustion of traveling and touring catching up with him finally.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed. I don’t need to exhaust you more than you already are before your show tomorrow night,” you say softly, standing up and reaching a hand out for his.
“This isn’t how I intended to wind up in your bed tonight you know,” he teases as you both walk down your hallway towards your room, hand in hand.
“Well, we still have time tomorrow morning for that before you leave. So rest up, we have a busy morning before your flight ahead of us,” you tease him back.
You watch as he loses his shirt before changing out of his jeans before laying down in your bed waiting for you, while you do the same. After you do, you lay down next to him and turn the lamp off. He sighs slightly and moves towards you, resting his head against your chest as you begin to play with his hair. Something that you have learned he loves you to do when you two go to sleep, and you are happy to do it for him until you both drift off for the night. Happy with how the night went but also disappointed that he will be leaving you again soon, but at least you got some time with him, even if it wasn’t as much as you hoped for.
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Donors Wanted - Chris Motionless Teaser and Masterlist
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“Listen, I know I sound absolutely fucking insane but I really need you to do this, please. I wouldn’t ask you, or risk outing them and you going against them. Rick means a lot to me, his friend and leader means a lot to me and if we can’t get him a donor then he will die within the next two days. Even if you only help until we can find him another one I would owe you, please.” My roommate Sierra begs, staring right into my eyes with her own brown ones, looking like she is ready to cry.
“So you want me to donate… sorry, let a vampire, which I didn’t think even existed, to drink from me because he would die if I don’t? One, why me? Two, if he's that close to death, what is stopping them from just taking a random person for him to feed from, isn’t that exactly what vampires do? And three, a fucking website? I have to sign up to donate through a website like what the hell?” I let out a sigh, brushing my hair back into a messy bun to get it out of my face while glaring at her as I took a seat on the couch.
“It’s you because I know that I can trust you not to out them, and I know you love to help people so if I could convince anyone to do it then I know it would be you. And they don’t just drink from anyone who isn’t willing to donate, that is their whole thing, and why they do the website. They don’t want to hurt or kill anyone despite the fact that it is accepted and normal in their culture. Hell, some others are upset that they do things this way, that they have a weird private network for this. Listen, I know this sounds crazy but they are a great group of people, Chris is one of the best people I have ever met despite the fact that he is a vampire, I wouldn’t ask you this if it wasn’t an emergency, please?” This time I can tell she is serious, looking like she is ready to cry and it is enough to make me let out a sigh, relenting.
“Only until they can find someone else, that’s it,” I say softly, not meeting her eyes. “Where do I go for this,” I say with a sigh of defeat.
Suddenly there are arms around me, her giving me the biggest smile that I have ever seen her have. “Thank you, I’m serious, thank you for this. They’re all going to appreciate this so much, I’ll tell Rick you are filling out the form online and he can accept it right away, get Chris here tonight so we can help him.”
My phone is taken from my hand as she quickly pulls something up, handing me a survey to fill out asking my name, ethnicity, blood type, any blood disorders, etc. I fill it out with a sigh, wanting to just get this done and over with, not honestly sure what I just walked into, before turning to Sierra with a defeated look to tell her I am done.
Seconds later I got a match approval notification and she turns to look at me again with a smile on her face. “Thank you, thank you so much. Rick asked if they can come over after nightfall and we can help Chris, is that okay?”
“I-I guess, if that is what is needed then I will do it. You’re lucky I trust you when you said that he’s a great guy because I really don’t know how to feel about this,” I say with a groan. “I’m going to go take a shower because I doubt I’ll have energy later.”
“Thank you, I’ll text him and let him know that Chris can come over later. I swear when you see how sickly he is you’ll understand why I am so desperate for this. This means way more to me than you would understand,” she says softly, moving to give me another hug that I shrug off before making my way into the bathroom.
As I settle into my hot shower I wonder what the hell I just got myself into, why I agreed to this. Hopefully this doesn’t bite me in the ass.
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Fireworks - Chris Motionless Smut
AN: Requested by @motionlessindoubt I hope this is what you wanted when you requested Chris smut where he distracts you from your overstimulation/anxiety after watching fireworks. Hope you enjoy!
“The fireworks are about to begin, we are all getting ready to go down to the beach baby,” Chris says, coming up behind you to leave a kiss on the top of your head before he shuts your laptop.
“I wasn’t done-”
He cuts you off, “no, the numbers can wait. You work for us and we are your bosses, as one of your bosses I say that the work can wait until tomorrow. You have hidden in the room all day working on things while we were out, come and enjoy some things with us for a while. AJ is already grilling burgers and hotdogs down on the beach, some of the guys bought some beer. Come relax and enjoy fireworks tonight with us, I will help you finish whatever you are doing tomorrow.”
You sigh, knowing that there is no way you will win this argument, so you let him grab your hand and pull you to your feet before the two of you step out of the hotel and make your way to the beach with everyone else.
“Holy shit, you actually got her away from her work,” Ricky says with a smile, teasing you as the two of you walk up to the group, handing you a cold beer.
“Thank you,” you murmur softly, still a little annoyed that you aren’t being allowed to finish your work.
“I didn’t give her a choice, it is an off day, she can come and enjoy part of it,” Chris answers, standing behind you with his hands on your waist as you start to talk with the band and crew, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere as you all enjoy the food that AJ is grilling, and the warm sun on your skin as it starts to set.
You are quiet most of the time, just listening to the conversations everyone was having, laughing at Vinny being his usual clown self. It was enjoyable to just get to relax, even if you noticed that Ricky had his camera out quite a bit recording people. Ryan had his camera out to get some pictures of all of you when he caught a decent one.
Finally it was dark, the beach getting much more crowded as people were coming to watch the fireworks show. It was honestly starting to overwhelm you being surrounded by people. Chris had noticed your mood changed and pulled you from where you were sitting on to his lap, you can tell you are blushing at his actions.
“Chris, we haven’t gone public yet, what if someone snaps a photo or something?” you ask him softly, but still leaning back into his arms and relaxing.
“Then people know, I really don’t care if you don’t,” he says, brushing your hair over on one shoulder so that he can rest his chin on it.
“Okay, I can deal with it,” you answer, turning to give him a soft kiss before turning your attention towards the fireworks display that was now starting.
Some of the really loud ones were starting to get to you a little bit and Chris can tell, rubbing your shoulders softly when you begin to jump a little each time another loud one goes off.
“Do we need to go back baby, if they are bothering you we can dip out early,” he asks you softly, more concerned about you being okay than about enjoying the show that was happening in front of the two of you.
“I’ll be fine, the louder ones are just overwhelming me a little bit is all, nothing bad. I want us to enjoy this moment,” you respond, but when another loud one goes off you can’t prevent the little jump that you let out.
Chris says nothing, but continues to worry about you a little bit. He knows that you are only sticking it out for him, because he was looking forward to this and he doesn’t want you to suffer to make him happy.
When the grand finale hits, a lot of them go off all at once and loud enough to push you over the edge. You turn and bury your face in his chest, not watching them any longer as the loudness and brightness of them all going off all at once overwhelms you, and is finally enough that you break down a little bit.
He doesn’t wait for the finale to end, he sends a message to Rick saying that the two of you were leaving because you were really tired and would see them all the next morning. He then grabs your hand, holding tightly as he weaves through the people on the beach and walks with you back to the hotel room, trying to ignore your whimpers when more of them go off.
The two of you make your way into your shared hotel room, and he is quickly going through your suitcase, finding your anxiety medicine and pulling one out of the bottle for you, handing it to you so you can take it. Both of you sit on the bed, Chris holding you close as it slowly kicks in, easing your tension and relaxing you.
“I-I’m sorry we had to leave early,” you say softly once the wave of anxiety leaves your body, you now feel like you talk and do things again.
“I don’t care that we had to leave, all I care about is that you are okay. I’ve seen what happens when you have ignored it for too long before and I didn’t want that to happen tonight, I care about you,” he says softly, a hand leaning forward to brush some of your hair behind your ear as he speaks to you.
“Loud noises can sometimes trigger me, especially when it’s not loud music or things that are normal. Booms and stuff can just…. I’m sorry Chris, I feel like I ruined your night,” you say, now feeling a bit guilty that he didn’t get to spend the rest of his night with the crew. “Now that the fireworks are done we can walk back down there, or you can if you want to. I know they’re all still down there drinking and enjoying the band that was playing on the beach.”
“I would rather be here with you right now,” he answers, placing a hand on your cheek and making you look at him.
His lips softly meet yours, pulling you into a gentle, loving kiss. There is no rush between either of you, just enjoying the closeness and feeling of being with each other. Slowly he moves, pushing you on your back and crawling over the top of you, one of his hands settling on your waist as his other holds him up over you.
You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to pull him closer to you as the kiss deepens, his tongue slowly finding yours as you both continue this song and dance. You never really get to have these moments on the bus, hell the two of you haven’t had sex yet as your relationship is fairly new and neither of you wanted to attempt it on the crowded bus.
You feel one of his hands starting to slide underneath your shirt, moving up your torso before it stops on top of your bra, waiting for you to let him know that this is okay with you. You move, resting your hand on top of his in your own silent way of letting him know that he could continue.
That is all the indicator that he needs, pulling away from your lips long enough to slip his shirt off and to pull yours off as well before he captures your lips in another kiss again, this time more heated as he starts to massage your breast through your bra, eventually slipping his hand underneath the cup as his lips move slowly along your jaw towards your ear, nipping lightly at your earlobe for a second.
“Can I keep going? I need to know that you want this too before I continue,” he asks you, shivering as his breath hits your skin.
“Yes, please,” you say softly, shifting your hips so they meet his, causing a friction between the two of you that makes you both gasp at the sensation.
He accepts your answer and reaches around behind you to unhook your bra, it being flung, who knows where as he dips his head down, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples, nipping and teasing you making you whine, which in turn makes him smile against your skin. He continues to take his time, moving to the other one knowing that he is driving you nuts. Chris wants you to really enjoy your first time with him, make you want more but also make sure that you know that he cares about you and wants you to feel good.
You however are getting impatient, moving your hands down to his jeans. Popping the button open and pulling the zipper down, teasingly rubbing your hand along his erection as you slide them down. He lifts his hips so that you can slide his jeans off of him, groaning when you now stroke him through the material of his boxers. He isn’t sure what he should expect from you as you are a bit on the shy side, but he didn’t expect that you would just go for it.
His lips move, meeting yours again before he slides his hands down your body, grabbing your own shorts and sliding them down your hips with your panties, deciding to just rid you of everything at once before grabbing the hand that you are stroking him with and stopping you.
“Don’t, let me focus on you right now,” he says, pulling your hand away from him before pulling away from you.
You instantly blush when you realize that he is moving so that he is between your thighs, his fingers brushing against your inner thighs as they make his way towards where you currently need him most.
He finally teasingly runs a couple of his fingers up your folds, stopping when they reach your clit and circle it slowly making you whine as you look at him, making eye contact with him as he continues to barely touch you.
You reach down, grabbing his hand with your own before leading it towards your opening, silently urging him to finally sink his fingers inside of you. He looks down at your hands before meeting your eyes again, finally doing as you wish, slowly easing two of his long fingers inside of you all while maintaining that eye contact with you. Watching you as you shift, gasping at the feeling before he looks back down at what he was doing, starting to thrust his fingers inside of you, enjoying watching them sink inside of you as he did it.
“You’re taking me so well, so wet for me,” he groans softly, noting how you seemed to grow wetter just from his words. “Fuck, you like it when I talk like that to you?” he asks.
You nod your head, the words unable to form as he gets rougher with you finally, curving his fingers upwards, smirking when you suddenly moan when he finds the right spot, now making sure to curl his fingers over it each time they sink inside of you.
“I want you to cum on my hand first before I sink my cock inside of you, want to make you feel good first,” he growls, now using his thumb to circle your clit as his fingers continue to work that spot inside of you, feeling you clench around them as you grow closer towards your orgasm.
“Come on y/n, be a good girl and cum for me,” that was enough to push you over the edge, his words igniting something inside of you that has you suddenly arching your back as you gasp out, your orgasm hitting you. He slows down his movements, letting you come down from your high before he moves away.
He is now settled over you again, his lips finding yours as he pulls you into another kiss that leaves you wanting more, craving him. While you are distracted he reaches down to line himself up with you, slowly entering you, both of you gasping at the feeling that washes over the two of you at the contact.
The two of you continue to kiss as he thrusts inside of you, taking his time to bring both of you towards the edge together. He can tell he is getting close, and with how you are clenching around him he knows that you are getting close again yourself. He pulls his lips just slightly away from yours for a second.
“Cum with me,” he says softly, grabbing one of your hands to move it between your thighs, wanting you to rub your clit as he gets a bit rougher with his thrusts. You take the hint and do what he wants, it throws you over the edge again, you clenching harshly around him and causing his own orgasm to wash over him, slowing his movements as he finishes.
He slowly pulls out of you as he leaves several gentle kisses on your lips before pulling away from you, giving you the space you need to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up.
When you step back towards the main part of the hotel room he is handing you one of his shirts and your pajama pants for you to sleep in, letting you get dressed before dragging you back into the bed, arms wrapping tightly around you and pulling you into his chest.
“You don’t have to baby me you know,” you say softly, wanting him to know that while you are enjoying this that he doesn’t have to be this way with you.
“I know but I want to, we can’t really cuddle much on the bus and it’s another week before we are in a hotel again. Let me enjoy the moment,” he says softly, a hand moving to run along your back underneath the shirt you have on.
“Okay, don’t forget you have to help me finish my work tomorrow when we are on the bus, also I know you were trying to help me with my overstimulation and anxiety, but that is definitely not how I expected you to do so.” you say, teasing him before you leave a gentle kiss on his chest.
“Yeah yeah, I know. And hey, at least the distraction worked,” he rolls his eyes before he moves a little bit to turn the lamp off but pauses when you both suddenly hear Vinny through your hotel wall.
“Oh Chris, harder,” in an exaggerated voice, followed by him and Rick laughing.
You can feel your face turn bright red, knowing that tomorrow you will have to face both of them now that you are aware that they have heard the two of you. Chris laughs when he feels you bury your face in his neck, knowing that you are embarrassed.
“Can’t keep any secrets on tour,” he teases, picking on you now that the light is off. “At least we can get laid,” he says this last part loudly, hoping that they can hear him.
“Fuck you Chris,” Vin yells back, laughing again.
“I’m hiding in my bunk tomorrow,” you now mumble, shifting slightly so you are more comfortable before allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.
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Rainy Day - Ricky Smut/Fluff
AN: I tried something very different than what I usually do in this fic, trying to focus more on the underlaying emotions than dialogue/what happens in the fic. And it turned out to be the piece I am most proud of. I love this and how it turned out, and hopefully all my Ricky girlies feel the same way. @motionlessindoubt requested a rainstorm Ricky smut and this is where my mind went!
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You watch out the window as the rain falls, you truthfully love thunderstorms, they are perfect thinking weather. The problem with that is you can’t currently make your mind shut off, and you are struggling a lot with the self doubt that is running through your head right now. The man you are in love with is laying next to you in bed asleep, but the problem with that is that he isn’t in love with you.
The two of you are in a situationship, enjoying the physical side when it benefits the two of you. Him swearing off relationships as a whole after the one he thought was for him left about a year ago. At first the friends with benefits thing was enough for you, but it has slowly turned towards more for you.
When you asked him over tonight you actually intended for that to be the end of whatever this is, because emotionally you can’t handle acting like it means nothing anymore when it means the world to you at this point. The two of you had agreed that if either of you started to get feelings for the other that you would end things.
You don’t realize that he has woken up until you feel a hand brush against your hair, making you turn to look at him. He smiles warmly at you, able to tell that your mind is running and something isn’t right, but he isn’t sure what has changed in the last few hours.
“What’s bothering you?” he asks you softly, his eyes searching your face hoping for a truthful answer.
“Rick, I-I can’t pretend that this means nothing to me anymore,” you say softly, not realizing that warm tears are falling down your cheeks as you turn away from him, not wanting him to see. “We can’t do this anymore, you have grown to mean way too much to me and I just can’t do this anymore.”
You let out a soft sigh, moving to wipe your own tears away as you now watch the lightning and rain fall outside of your window, focusing on the sounds of the rain over your own thoughts that are yelling at you, telling you that you are an idiot. That if this is the most you can get from him that you should accept that, it is better than nothing.
“Look at me y/n, please.” you can feel him pull on your arm, wanting you to turn back towards him but you can’t.
You just shake your head, not wanting to have to see him as you know that his words are going to rip your heart out. You don’t want him to have to see your face when he does that, not wanting him to have to feel guilt over that. The two of you agreed to tell the other if things changed because you wanted no strings and you broke that promise. You continued for far too long after realizing that you developed feelings for him and now you have to face the consequences of keeping that a secret.
“Fine, I can say this without you watching me but I can’t just ignore it and not say anything. You think things haven’t changed for me either? We have started spending time together, laying with each other like a couple. We have been spending a lot of time together just watching movies, having dinner together. We may not have acknowledged that things are different but they are, you think that doesn’t scare me too? That I am not terrified of the fact that I said no strings attached and am absolutely in love with you now?”
You can’t help the gasp that escapes with you hearing his confession, that you did not expect to come out of his mouth. You expected a harsh rejection, him to say that he wanted nothing to do with you anymore now that you have feelings for him.
You slowly turn so that you can face him, searching his face for the lie, but all you can find is genuine emotion written across his face. He reaches out, brushing a couple more of your stray tears from your cheeks with the lightest touch he has probably ever given you.
“You know, they say that rain washes things away right? That it washes things away and helps grow positives? Maybe we need to let it wash away what we used to be and let this new thing grow between us. If you can trust and accept that what I just said is true,” he says softly, ghosting a kiss against your forehead.
“Rick, I,” you can’t find the words you need to speak. “I, you love me? You aren’t just fucking with me right now?”
“I wouldn’t joke about this y/n, I didn’t think I would feel this way about anyone again when she broke my heart, so it has taken me a while to accept what I am feeling for you. But I do, and I want to explore this with you, if you will let me,” he says softly, cupping your cheek so that he can urge you to meet his eyes.
“I have been panicking about the fact I have fallen in love with you for a few months and you drop this on me? I love you too Rick, I’m sorry because we said we wouldn’t but I do. I don’t feel bad about it either,” you say softly, hoping that he understands just how willing you are to do this with him.
He shifts closer to you, brushing a soft kiss against your lips, both of you pouring all of your emotions into your kiss, getting all these new emotions out towards one another. Neither of you pressure each other, taking your time to softly enjoy each other's embrace.
Slowly one of his hands works its way under the hem of your shirt, leaving light touches on your stomach before it makes its way up towards your chest, teasing your nipple gently. Rolling it between his fingers until it becomes a stiff peak before moving on towards the other one, wanting to slowly bring you back in the mood. To show you just how much he loves and enjoys your body, to pour all these new emotions into each other.
You shift, moving your hips against his, both of you slowly starting to grind on each other as you shamelessly make out with each other like a couple of needy highschoolers.
He shifts slightly so that you are now underneath him, moving his lips so they settle on the soft skin of your throat. Leaving soft kisses before he settles in your sweet spot, the one he knows gets you going but that you have never let him mark before.
“Please, just this once. Let me leave my mark, show everyone that you are mine,” he whispers softly in your ear. You shift at his words, knowing that you will enjoy it if you let him And would having to leave your hair down for a few days at work be that bad?
You nod, letting out a sigh when you feel his smile against your skin before his lips settle against your neck again, this time nipping and sucking at your sweet spot. Him growing even more hard as he hears your breathing change, the little whimpers that fall out of your lips without you being aware of it. And each time you shift your hips they rub against him, another bonus of him working you up like this. He lets out a sigh, pulling away and looking at the darkening mark that now graces the juncture of where your shoulder and neck meet.
You shift again, moving so that you are side by side so that you can reach down between the two of you, taking his hardened length in your hand so that you can gently stroke him, give him a little pleasure like he has given you already, wanting to get him fully hard for you.
His lips find yours again, pulling you into another heated and needy kiss as you continue to work him with your hand until his rests over yours, stopping you.
“I want you to ride me baby, please?” he asks you softly, moving to slip his shirt off of you that you had put on earlier after you two fucked the first time for the evening. His hands settle on your hips as he rolls the two of you over, pulling you on top of him this time.
You slowly move so that you are straddling his hips, slowly easing yourself down on top of him as you both let out a sigh. Suddenly feeling closer to him than you ever have before as you rock your hips on his, slowly, in no hurry to finish this out. His hands leave your hips, slowly sliding up your torso to settle on your breasts, kneading them before they start to tweak your nipples, making them hard under his hands.
You let out a sigh, the feeling of his hands on you as he slowly slides in and out of you sends shivers down your spine, somehow more pleasurable than usual despite it being so much slower than either of you are used to. You move, getting a little more needy as you lean down to capture his lips in a kiss again.
This is something else that is new for the two of you as well, the two of you have avoided kissing each other too much while you have sex to avoid bringing emotions and intimacy into the act. So this simple act brings so much more to what the two of you are doing that you are used to. His lips move against yours needy, searching for something, and you can only hope that you are providing what he needs.
His hands settle on your hips again, this time stopping you as he flips your position, now he is over the top of you. Looking down at you with such a gentle gaze that you almost don’t recognize the look in his eyes.
As he begins to thrust inside of you, rougher than what you were doing with him he reaches down between the two of you so that he can rub your clit. You have gotten him so close that he needs you to fucking cum, not wanting to finish without you.
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me. Like you were fucking made for me,” he groans out as he continues to bring you closer and closer to the edge. “Please, baby cum for me.”
You let go just like he asked, your orgasm hitting you harder than it normally does as you fall over the edge. Instinctively holding him close to you as you do, him giving a few more thrusts before he falls over it with you. Finishing inside of you with a couple final movements before he stills, neither of you saying a word.
You still have your arms wrapped around him, now pulling his slightly panting form down to you so that you can leave a few more soft kisses on his lips, not wanting the emotions you currently feel to go away. Scared that if you let him move that things will go back to how they were before, that he will say it was a mistake and he didn’t mean to say what he did to you.
He shifts, moving off of you so that he can pull you close to him. Able to tell that right now you need the reassurance that things are how they are supposed to be between the two of you.
“You’re overthinking again,” he says softly with a chuckle. “I can tell.”
“Sorry, I just didn’t expect things to go this well when I said that things have changed. Now I don’t know what to think,” you admit softly, nuzzling your face in his neck as you curl up beside him, listening to the rain and thunder in the background.
“Don’t think, yes they have changed but in a positive way… what do you say that when this storm lets up tomorrow morning we go out on our first actual date, I think we have a lot to learn about each other considering we skipped that stage,” he says softly, leaving teasing ticklish touches along your sides. He hopes that the tickles will make you smile, a smile forming on his own lips when it works.
“That sounds nice… Can we cuddle and listen to the rain for now though?” You ask softly, happy when he agrees. You turn so that you can face the window again, so you can watch the rainfall and the lightning again. This time with a pair of warm arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest.
The rain washes away your doubts about whether this could work or not, washing away your anxieties and insecurities. It washes away so much… but all for a good reason.
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Hello everyone! I’m Bree and this is my little corner of the internet! I write for Motionless In White primarily but also Bad Omens and Black Veil Brides! I am open to smut, fluff and angst! I try to post requests and updates as quick as I can but it sometimes takes awhile because I am a full time teacher and a mom! If you have any questions just ask :) even if it’s just because you want to ask me a random one like a favorite color or something, I love getting asked things and talking to all of you! My master list is in this post below, hope you all enjoy!
Side note, I created a tag “#bree sucks at fanfiction” as a joke but now it’s the easiest way to find and search for all my fics because I always tag everything that 🤣
Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Thank you @ladyveronikawrites for helping me make my masterlist pretty and creating the Motionless In White and Bad Omens headings for me 🥰
Key:
Smut: 🔥
Fluff: 💕
Angst: 💧
Chris
Halloween Surprise 💕
Christmas Miracle 💕
Christmas Miracle pt. 2 💕
Fight and Make Up 🔥
Fireworks 🔥
Mic Stand 🔥
Busted 🔥
NSFW Alphabet 🔥
Donors Wanted Masterlist 💧🔥💕
Vinny
First Date 💕
First Kiss 💕
Roomate 💕
Lying To My Family 💕
First Christmas 💕
Bad Day 💕
There For You 💕💧
Christmas Lights 💕
A New Year's Kiss 💕
Caught 💕
Streaming 🔥
Streaming Pt. 2 🔥
Streaming Pt. 3 🔥
Finally Home 🔥
Masquerade 🔥
Stress Relief 🔥
Playful Kiss (Smut and Fluff) Proposal 🔥💕
Baby It's Cold Outside College AU 🔥
NSFW Alphabet 🔥
Ricky
Drunken Kisses 💕
Love At First Meeting Pt. 1 💕
Love At First Meeting Pt. 2 💕
The Scavenger Hunt (Multi Part) 💕
Coming Home 💧
I'll Be Home For Christmas 💧
A Love Reunited 🔥
Rainy Day 🔥
NSFW Alphabet 🔥
Ryan
Engagement 💕
Snowball Fight 💕
Single Lyrics (Multiple Parts) 💕💧
Car accident 💧
Let's Get Deep ft. Justin 🔥
Justin
Tour Confessions 💕
Baby's First Christmas 💕
Good Girls Get Presents 🔥
Whole Band
The Alphabet Game 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Headcanons/ Preferences
Meeting Their Family For The First Time
How You Met/ Realizing They Liked You
How They’d Comfort You After A Loss
How You Met
Noah
Unexpected Visitor 💕
Accidents Happen 🔥
Tied Up 🔥
Stress Relief 🔥
Sweet Dreams 🔥
Nicholas
Permanent Mark 🔥
Nick
Jolly
Headcannons/ Preferences
How You Met
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F is For Face Sitting - Vinny
a/n: So if you didn't figure it out I kind of hinted that Lottie was a bit insecure about not being the smallest girl out there in the last part and I really played with that in this chapter in a way that I found really sweet and loving between her and Vin. So this one is a really fluffy smut and hopefully you guys like it as I took kind of a different route with this than I originally planned. I love you all and appreciate all the kid words I keep getting with this, I’ve been really putting myself out there and trying new things with this fic so all the kind comments mean a lot to me!
Also probably won’t get much posted until Thursday or Friday so sorry if you don’t get any updates for awhile!
“Are you trying to get me killed, there is no way Lottie is going to allow me to do that with her tonight,” Vinny groans as he sends the message in the chat back to Chris, wanting to fling his phone across the room.
“Why not? It’s not even that weird or anything, is it like Mia said about how she needs more confidence?” Chris responds quickly, making Vinny want to bury himself in a hole.
“She hates doing anything where she has to be on top because she is worried she’s too big, no matter how much I try to convince her otherwise it never works. Hell last night she was off because she was embarrassed about being around all the girls in the pool because she is the only “bigger” one and she isn’t even that big. It’s a rough subject okay,” he hits send, now worried if you found out that he said something if you’d be upset.
“But she isn’t even that big, listen, give her a really nice night with a relaxing dinner, maybe a relaxing bath and then focus on her. Let her know all you are aiming to do tonight is take care of her and maybe you can slowly coax her out of it, remind her how beautiful she is and that you are lucky. If you build her up enough you will be able to get her to try and might help build her confidence some… and based off comments on the photo Mia posted of the two of you you may need to do that. People are being assholes towards her.” Vin reads the message and immediately panics, pulling up Mia’s instagram and suddenly feeling angered at some of the things that are being said.
“Fuck, how do I fix that? If she has seen it then she’s gonna be a wreck when she gets home from work,” Vinny thinks to himself groaning, “Why do people need to be assholes?”
Rather than saying anything he decides the easiest way to get the point across that he doesn’t give a shit about any of it is to post a photo he has of the two of you that Rick caught a while ago, his favorite photo of the two of you that neither of you have posted before. He doesn’t remember what the two of you were laughing at but the smile on your face always makes him smile when he sees it. He makes a quick caption about how beautiful you are caught in the moment and left it at that, hoping that people would get the hint and lay off you.
He smiles to himself when he sees you respond to him comment with I love you.
He sends you a quick message telling you he is going to meet you at your place in a little bit now that he knows you are off work and that he is bringing dinner over so you don’t need to worry about anything.
Later
Vinny opens your front door and smiles when he hears the shower, knowing that you must have just gotten home from work if you are still in the shower. Setting the food he picked up down on your coffee table he makes his way towards your bathroom, knocking before slipping in.
“Hey baby, just letting you know that I am here,” He says, trailing off when he hears what music you have playing, it is what you listen to when you are in a bad mood. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.
“I will be, give me a few minutes to have my moment and then I’ll be out,” you respond, he can tell by the tone of your voice that you have been crying, his heart falling when he knows what it is about.
“Baby, get out of the shower, we need to talk about this,” He says softly, hoping that you will listen and feeling better when he hears the water turn off, the curtain slowly opens just barely so you can reach your hand out, grabbing your towels to wrap around you and your hair before you open it the rest of the way and step out.
“Come here, let's go to the room. I want to show you everything about you that I find attractive, that others find attractive, baby,” he says quietly, reaching for your hand so he can lead you towards your room.
He is a little upset that you don’t fight him, normally you put up a huge fight when he drags you somewhere so he knows you really are out of it. He moves you and has you sit on the edge of the bed, facing your full vanity mirror, giving a kiss before he moves so you can see yourself in the mirror.
“Let’s start with your hands, the hands you use to take care of children all day, that you use to wipe their tears away, clean their faces, cradle them when they need some love, play with them. The few times I have witnessed you with your class I love seeing the way you use them to take care of the kids, to take care of everyone when you can.” He gives one of your hands a light kiss before setting them on your lap.
“Vin, you don’t have to do this. I’ll get over it eventually,” you whisper softly, meeting his eyes in the mirror for a moment while blushing.
“I know but I want to Lottie,” he responds, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. “Your arms, the way they wrap so tightly around me and those you care about, the way you wrap them around your work kids when they run up to you when we go out and one of them sees you. I would be lying if I said that I don’t sometimes get jealous of the kids that you hold onto all day and love on in your arms, but I am the lucky one that gets to be in them at night, that you pull into your chest while you play with my hair and we just talk or I game for awhile,” he says softly, rubbing his hands along your arms while you continue to watch him.
When his hands reach the top of your towel where it is tucked around you he notices you suck in a breath, the way you tense under his touch so he pauses for a moment. “Hey, it’s just me, you don’t need to be shy for me Lottie.”
When he undoes it he lightly runs his hands along your stomach, one of the places he knows you are really insecure about. “I love that you are soft and cuddly, you are strong. I love that when we curl up and you envelope me in your arms that I can be comfortable as I lay on your soft belly and chest. It brings me so much comfort when I use you as a pillow, there is a reason why I try to lay my head on you a lot when we are cuddled up in bed. I couldn’t do that with someone that is smaller, I love being curled up with you and comfortable. My favorite place to rest my hands is on your waist when you are around me, I don’t know why it just brings me comfort.”
Before you can protest he moves so that he can leave a kiss on your lips, trailing down to make sure he leaves gentle kisses on your love handles and stretch marks, the places that he knows you are the most uncomfortable with, that you usually get annoyed with when he tries to touch them.
He stops when he gets lower to sit up and watch you again in the mirror as he settles back behind you once again, this time his hands resting on your thighs. “We’re at my favorite part, I love your squishy thighs and butt. They look so good in your jeans when you are walking, they are so comfortable to sit in or lay my head in. They keep you up on your feet when you chase littles all day, and I know they love getting to sit in your lap with you. I love the way you wrap them around me when I get you all needy and you want me to just get you past the finish line already.” He ghosts his fingers towards your center when he says this, smiling slightly to himself when he feels you shudder.
“Now arguably one of my favorite parts of you, I would be lying if I tried to pretend that it wasn’t,” he smiles slightly when he hears you giggle at his words. “I love it when you get all wet and needy for me, when you draw my fingers and my cock in as you get closer and closer to falling over the edge, I love the way you taste when you let me taste you and get you going.”
He runs a finger along your opening towards your clit, making you squirm in your spot as he begins to tease you slightly, knowing that he is getting you worked up and also raising your mood and confidence slightly. He uses his other hand to let your hair loose, brushing it away from one of your ears before leaning in to whisper, “Let me worship you baby, please ride my face tonight, take the pleasure you need from me.”
He notices you freeze up but continues to tease you, the one hand still barely grazing your clit while the other reaches around you to lightly toy with one of your nipples, trying to get you to the point you won’t think about it, that you will just let him do what he wants to do.
“Vin,” you start to say with a sigh.
“You’re not going to hurt me, if I need you to move I will let you know. Please, let me pleasure you, show you how much I love you and your body,” he asks, moving to lay down on the bed behind you.
Hesitantly you move, leaning yourself over him but not sitting down like he wants you to, nervous to be trying something new, especially when you’d be putting your weight on him.
Getting impatient Vinny grabs your thighs, pulling you down on top of him so that he can begin to tease your folds with his tongue. Running it from your entrance to your clit several times knowing that motion drives you nuts before finally sucking harshly on your clit for a second, making you arch your back and moan at the feeling.
“There you go, rock yourself on me, take what you want,” Vinny encourages, moving his hands to your hips as he urges you to rock them as he continues to tease you with his tongue, knowing he is bring you close when you now are moving yourself, starting to take it into your own hands as you moan on top of him.
He moves a hand so he can slip two of his fingers inside of you, knowing that the added sensations of them working inside of you as you work yourself on top of him will set you off, and he is correct. With a couple more swivels of your hips, with his tongue working at your clit you come undone on top of him.
He lays his head back so he can watch you as your face tightens and you throw your head back as you ride out and slowly come back down from the orgasm he just gave you.�� You slipping your legs over his head so that you can move and lay down next to him on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as you come down from everything that just happened.
“I told you that I would be fine, just because you aren’t the smallest wouldn’t mean you would hurt me. I love your body baby, you do such amazing things with it and I wish you could see that… but I’ll keep worshiping you and telling you until you believe me,” he says softly, giving you a kiss and trying not to laugh when you grimace at the taste of yourself on his lips.
“I’m going to go brush my teeth and then reheat our dinner, go get dressed baby,” he says softly, making his way back to the bathroom that you both left about a half an hour earlier so he can do that.
When you slip into the kitchen where he is warming dinner back up for the two of you you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his back as you rest your face on his now shirtless frame.
“Thank you Vin, I love you,” you hum softly, feeling a lot better after all his praise and kind words. “I know I should ignore it, but it never gets easier having those comments directed at me, being the bigger one of all our group of friends.”
“I know, but you aren’t even that big babe. And all that matters is that you and I love it and are happy, and I am. I love you just how you are. Now why don’t we take our food and go watch (your favorite movie)?” He asks, turning around to wrap his arms around you as well, your head now resting on his chest.
“That sounds wonderful, thank you Vin,” you say softly, following him towards your couch to go and do just that, curling up next to him the second the two of you are done with dinner so you can enjoy the rest of your night together.
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