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☆These Games We Play☆

🖤 CHRIS MOTIONLESS X READER ONESHOT 🖤

Summer has officially started, and to kick off the season before their tour, Ricky's decided to throw a party for you and the guys at his place. But you decide to test Chris's patience halfway through the party, and... he isn't having any of it. Then again, maybe that'll work in your favor...

• NSFW; Daddy kink; adult themes (Dom/Sub relationship); fluff; language

☠️ TAGLIST: @synthetic-wasp-570 @darigyu @veroxbarnes @nixwolfe

Summer.

It was the one season people looked forward to the most, a season holding the promise of adventure and other good things to come.

And oh, were there ever so many good things to come for you this time of year. You were getting ready to embark on yet another tour with your boyfriend and his bandmates, and this was sure to be the best one, yet.

But that time wouldn't arrive for at least another two weeks, so to kick off the season (and to give you and everyone else a chance to unwind and take some time off), Ricky had decided to host a backyard gathering at his place.

You had immediately taken a liking to the idea; a break from the stress of touring was much needed, not just for you. Everyone had been rather on edge lately, despite the good show they were all putting on to hide it.

No, today would be a day to just relax, unwind, and share some good laughs... and maybe something else, too. You and Chris were as close as ever, but lately you'd been feeling rather... neglected, if you were being perfectly honest. You knew he couldn't help it, his music was one of the most important things to him, it was what drove him, he needed it.

But lately, you'd been really needing him.

The two of you had a rather unconventional relationship when it came to the bedroom. He had a bit of a dominant streak, not that you minded, of course. You yourself were known to be kind of a brat both in and out of the sheets, something that drove him utterly crazy in all the right ways.

He knew (most of the time) how to tame your inner brat, he'd proven this to you on more than one occasion. It was one of the many things you loved most about him, the way he always knew how to leave you both satisfied and wanting more, all at once.

And it was that very thing you'd been craving all week from him.

So today, you had a plan.

Was it a good one? In retrospect, probably not. Would it get you in trouble with him? Most definitely. But was that exactly what you wanted? Fuck, yes.

It wasn't even a want, at this point.

No, it was a fucking need.

So today you were going to see just how far you could push him, before that dominant side of his would come out to play, before he'd snap and give you exactly what it was you needed: Chris putting you in your fucking place.

A slight grin turned up the corners of your mouth as you snuck a glance over at the empty driver's seat, your mind running through all sorts of scenarios as to how today would go for you. He had no idea, the poor guy...

Leaning over, you laid on the horn for a few seconds, until you saw Chris emerge from the house you two shared, your boyfriend giving you a raised eyebrow as he got into the car. "Someone's impatient today," he teased you, turning the key in the ignition.

You stuck your tongue out at him, unable to hide your grin. "Not my fault you walk slow, old man," you shot back. That earned you a look from him, the look, in fact. It was the look that was a warning, a threat, and a promise all rolled into one.

"Do not be a brat today. I mean that, Y/N. I want you on your best behavior while we're at Ricky's party. Play nice, or it's gonna be a long fucking night for you," Chris warned you, as he pulled the car out of the front driveway.

Ha, you knew that side of him would eventually come out to play! Although, you were more than a little surprised by how quickly it had happened. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment to hide your grin before you reached across the center console, resting your hand atop Chris's.

"No promises," you teased him.

You could practically feel the look he gave you then, and you had to try your hardest to hold back your laugh as the two of you drove out to Ricky's place. Today was going to be something else, that was for damn sure...

"Two more weeks, man. And then we leave."

Chris's answering groan brought a smile to your lips as you sat there by the edge of the pool, your shoes off and feet buried in the water.

"Come on, dude, I don't want to think about that right now," he answered with a shake of his head. Ricky shot him a grin, raising one eyebrow. "Sick of tour life already, are we?" he asked.

"No, see, if that was the case, I'd be like 'Who are you and what have you done with the real Chris?'" you interjected with a grin of your own. Laughter rang out from around the pool, and you winked at Chris, his answering smile creating a sense of warmth in you, a feeling completely different than the warmth brought on by the sun beating down on you all.

He shrugged, running one hand through his blonde hair. "I don't know, I mean, don't get me wrong here. I'm beyond thrilled to be doing another tour with you guys, but... two weeks. That's gonna come fast," he said.

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped unbidden from your mouth at that moment. Apparently you weren't the only one; both Vinny and Ricky snickered from across the pool as soon as they got the joke, each of them exchanging a furtive look with you.

Chris shot you a questioning look, and a slow grin spread across your face as you quickly raised both eyebrows at him. "You know what else is gonna come fast?" you began, exchanging another sly glance with the boys before your gaze slid back to Chris.

In that moment, it must've finally clicked for him, because he gave you a warning look, similar to the one he'd given you in the car.

"Y/N..." he started, raising one dark eyebrow at you. His eyes remained locked on yours, but the longer you stared back, the more you noticed certain things, little things.

One corner of his mouth twitched up briefly, like he was fighting back a smirk, as he continued to stare at you. Oh, so he had found it funny, though, hadn't he? Your grin widened a little as you scooted closer to him, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

"I bet you can make me come fast."

The timing couldn't have been better; you leaned back just in time to see Chris's mouth fall open in shock, those brown eyes widening, a barely audible gasp the only thing being heard above the faint music drifting over from the small portable speaker by the pool.

"What? What'd she say?"

"Dude, what did she tell you?"

The guys' questions went ignored as Chris sat there, stunned and speechless for a moment. He wasn't the only one; a quick glance around the edge of the pool showed you that every single one of his bandmates was watching, waiting to see what Chris's next move would be... or what your next move would be.

"You did not just go there, not here, at Ricky's-?" Chris started, trailing off for a second.

"Y/N, you-" he began again, but like before, he stopped mid-sentence.

"Damn, Y/N, I think you broke him," Justin suddenly spoke up, trying not to laugh.

"Dude, he's fucking speechless!" Vinny laughed.

"What did you say to him?" he added with a grin, raising a brow at you.

You grinned back at him, shrugging.

"Ask Chris," you answered, sneaking another glance at the man in question beside you.

He was still staring at you, but now there was a hint of something darker in those brown eyes of his.

"Say it again, I'm gonna toss you in the pool," he warned you. And yet, despite the warning, there was that same hint of a smirk from before.

"Go ahead, I'll pull you in with me," you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him with a cheeky little grin.

One dark eyebrow arched up, and he leaned in to whisper in your ear this time.

"At least then you'll already be wet for me."

Now it was your turn to be rendered speechless for the moment.

Chris leaned back with a satisfied smile, looking all too pleased with himself.

Shooting you a wink, he got up from the edge of the pool, nodding over at Ryan.

"I need to go help him with food prep, do me a favor and behave, Y/N," he told you.

You were still too stunned to speak, merely nodding in response and watching him walk away.

Game fucking set and match on his end, then. You'd have to get a bit more creative...

Ricky's laugh broke through your thoughts, as he sat down next to you.

"Sounds like someone's in trouble," he teased you, lightly nudging you with his shoulder. You snuck a glance behind you, watching Chris, unable to help the soft smile that made its way onto your face.

There was just something about the way he moved, gods, you could watch him all day.

And then he happened to look up at that exact second, his eyes meeting yours. A slow smile spread across his face, and he winked at you before going back to helping Ryan with getting lunch prepped for the day.

Turning back around, you nudged Ricky with your shoulder. "Hey, don't tell him this, but... I've been kind of a brat today because I'm actually sort of hoping he'll reach his breaking point and... you know," you told him.

He grinned, casting a quick glance in Chris's direction before his eyes met yours again.

"Ah. Yeah, no, I get it. We've been kind of busy with touring and I know you guys haven't exactly had any time to be alone together," he started, an awkward little smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.

"I mean, I will say this: if things do work out for you today, I've got the extra guest room you guys can use, just so you know. Just... clean up when you're done," he said, trying not to laugh.

"Also, if you really wanna get him to his breaking point quick, let me know, I'll gladly help you out," he grinned. You were unable to keep from laughing at that, the sound drawing Chris and Ryan's attention.

"What're you Girl Scouts laughing about over there?" Ryan asked. His question only made you laugh a little harder, you and Ricky exchanging a furtive look with each other.

"You gonna?" he asked in a voice low enough for only you to hear.

You grinned in response, merely nudging him in the side and nodding in Chris's direction.

Getting up from the edge of the pool, you turned to face Chris, your heart racing with anticipation of what you were about to do.

"Eyyo, Christopher! Lemme get that dick!" you called out, heat flooding your cheeks as you waited for his reaction.

And oh, was it ever the reaction you were hoping for.

He turned around to face you, his mouth open, eyes wide, and brows raised to the fullest extent.

"What did you just say??"

He took a warning step towards you, giving you that look you loved so much, his head tilted ever so slightly to the right.

But you weren't going to let him rattle you that easily. No, you were going to see this through.

"I mean, I can say it again if you'd like?" you answered, biting back a grin. He took another step forward, that warning look still in place. Silence once again settled over the group, the only sound being that of the music streaming softly from the speaker by the pool.

Your gaze shifted to land on Ricky; he was watching the two of you with a poorly concealed grin on his face, and when his eyes met yours, his smile only grew wider, like he was on the verge of laughing.

"Y/N."

Immediately, you glanced back at Chris, your eyes widening when you noticed he'd gotten more than a step or two closer to you still.

"First of all, wildly out of line of you to ask me that, here in front of the guys. And secondly... excuse the ever loving fuck out of you, that's not how you ask me, now try again," Chris spoke firmly, his eyes never wavering from yours.

You started to sneak a glance over at Ricky again, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris shake his head at you.

"No, don't look at him, he's not gonna help you. You wanted to start this little game of yours, now you're gonna finish it," he said. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.

"Oh, I'll definitely be able to finish, will you?" you grinned, waiting for his reaction.

Someone laughed, and Chris shot them a sideways glance, before those brown eyes met yours again. "That's one. Try again," he said, his voice dangerously low and smooth.

You bit your lip in anticipation, mentally weighing your options here.

On the one hand, if you played this his way, there was no guarantee that you would get what you wanted, what you needed. But on the other hand, if you played this your way... well, there was still no guarantee of that, either.

You supposed you'd just have to fuck around and find out, then.

"Er, um... may I please get that dick?" you repeated your earlier request, albeit a little more politely this time around.

The expression on Chris's face seemed to soften, and he took another step towards you. "There, see? Now wasn't that a much better way of asking me?" he said softly.

"Pfft, no," you answered, before you could stop yourself.

Almost immediately, both eyebrows were raised again, before he narrowed his eyes at you, though you could swear you saw him smirk for the briefest of seconds.

But then with three more steps, he was suddenly in front of you, picking you up and holding you over one shoulder, like one would with a disobedient child.

"That's two. You're done," you heard Chris say.

Your mouth fell open in protest, and you turned to look over your shoulder at him as best as you could.

"Wait, what happened to three?? You know, three strikes and you're out?? You don't play fair, Cerulli!" you protested.

"Nope, you're done. And I don't want to hear it, you don't exactly play fair either, Y/N," he answered.

You could hear the slight amusement in his voice, could practically see the smirk on his face, at this point.

Ricky laughed, getting up from the edge of the pool. "Tour update: Y/N is a brat, and Chris... is not having it," he teased.

"Yeah, not helpful, Olson," you heard Chris say, but even he couldn't keep the smile out of his voice. "You wanna finish helping Ryan out for me? I've got a brat I need to take care of," he added.

Ricky nodded, and you heard Vinny laugh from where he was sitting by the edge of the pool. "Ooh, you're in trouble!" he called out, grinning.

A few catcalls and laughs ensued from the rest of the group as Chris began heading towards the house, still carrying you rather unceremoniously over one shoulder.

As soon as the two of you were in the house and out of earshot of the others, Chris set you down, a dark look now present in those warm and (usually) gentle brown eyes.

"You wanna explain to me why you're being such a little brat for me today, Y/N?" he asked, casting a quick glance over his shoulder.

Ooh, did he really want the honesty? Or was it perhaps better not to clue him in? To be fair, you were already this far, it wouldn't make sense to back out now, right?

Biting back a smirk, you shrugged.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, I've been so mild today," you said, trying to remain casual.

On the inside, you were a mess. He was reaching his breaking point, you could feel it.

Just a little more...

"Besides, if I'm such a brat, why don't you do something about it?" you sassed him.

Something in his gaze hardened; this was it...

"Yeah, you know what, I think I will. Bedroom. Now. Go," Chris answered, voice firm.

Ha, this was it, finally...!

You stood your ground, waiting.

And he promptly picked you up, putting you over one shoulder again and carrying you down the hall, towards the guest bedroom Ricky had told you about earlier.

He tossed you down onto the bed, not giving you any time to catch your breath before he was leaning over you, quickly pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, the other curling gently around your throat.

"You gonna behave now?" he asked, his voice low and face mere inches from yours.

You stared back at him, your gaze rather defiant as you shook your head at him.

"Mm. Wrong answer, Y/N," Chris breathed.

He closed the distance between the two of you, his mouth finding yours in an instant, all tongue and teeth and dark seduction, the promise of being left unable to walk lingering behind every rough kiss he pressed to your lips.

A groan slipped unbidden from your throat, and you heard him groan in response, his mouth moving urgently against your own. "Mm, safeword?" he breathed out, in between harsh kisses. "Porcelain," you breathed back, earning a hum of approval from Chris.

"Good girl," he muttered, his words sending a chill down your spine. His grip on your throat tightened briefly before he let go, pulling back to admire the way you were still pinned beneath him.

"Fuck, I've missed seeing you like this," he sighed, running his free hand through his blonde hair. The hint of a smirk rested on that perfect mouth of his, a mouth that was as sinful and dirty as it was pretty.

Releasing your wrists, he stood up, staring down at you with that familiar look in his eyes.

You knew that look, it was only the same one he'd worn in the countless scenes you two had done together since you'd learned of his dominant side.

Fuck, did you love his dominant side...

"Stay still. We're gonna play a game, you and me. You're not allowed to move, you're not allowed to make a single fucking sound. Understand?" he said.

The minute you opened your mouth to answer him, he raised a brow at you.

"I mean it. Not a sound. Trust me, you make the prettiest fucking noises for me, but that's just it: they're for me. Not my bandmates. Got it?" he asked. You nodded, earning an approving little pat on the head from him.

"Better, that's my good girl," he murmured.

With that, he leaned down, leaving little kisses along the exposed skin of your throat, finding your sweet spot so easily. It took everything in you to hold back your moan, the noise instead escaping as a barely audible whimper.

And yet, Chris still heard it.

He paused for a moment, lifting his head to give you a warning look, before leaning down again, marking up that sweet spot at the base of your throat. "Better be quiet..." he warned you, in between kisses.

You were trying, honestly! He was making it ever so difficult, though. One more kiss here, one more kiss there... fuck, he really wanted you to suffer, didn't he?

Another small whimper slipped free from your mouth, and you could both see and feel the smile that briefly turned up the corners of his mouth as Chris glanced up at you again.

"Do I need to gag you? Is that what you want?" he asked. You shook your head at him, and he raised an eyebrow at you. "Then I need you to stop, and be quiet for me. Be a good girl, or you lose the game. Understand?" he said.

You nodded, Chris's answering smile of approval bringing a smile of your own to your face. "Up, now. I want this off," he told you, tugging on the hem of your shirt. You did as you were told, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. "Everything?" you asked, biting back another smile as you let the shirt fall to the floor.

"Everything, everything. All of it," came Chris's answer, his voice trailing off as he watched you undress for him. But when you went to undo the ties at the sides of your swim bottoms, he shook his head at you. "No. Down," he ordered you.

Lying back against the bed for him, you watched with baited breath, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, as he leaned down and took the ties between his teeth, tugging them free. Fuck, that had to be the hottest thing you'd seen him do all day...!

He did the same thing to the ties on the other side before standing up again, his hands making quick work of discarding your swim bottoms, casting them aside. You now lay exposed before him, every inch of you waiting to be ravished and ruined by him, just like you wanted, like you needed.

"Fuck," he swore under his breath, staring down at you in awe, like a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time. "So fucking beautiful, Y/N," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. His touch was no less gentle than it had been earlier; he wanted this just as much as you did, he needed this too.

"Chris," you moaned his name, reaching down to grasp the hem of his shirt, but he stopped you before you could get any further than that. "Mm, no, Y/N, I thought I told you not to move," he murmured, breaking the kiss to stare down at you, those warm brown eyes holding you captive and scorching your very soul alive.

"But I want to touch-" you started. He shook his head at you, a hint of a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Only good girls get to touch," he answered. Leaning down, he whispered in your ear, his voice low and full of amusement.

"And you haven't been a good girl for me today, have you, baby?"

Before you could stop yourself, you shook your head no, staring up at him with wide eyes. Gods, he already had you tiptoeing the line into subspace for him. Fuck, he was good...

You watched as he stripped himself of his shirt, and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the inked up expanse of his bare skin. You wanted him so bad, you wanted to run your fingers over his ink, trace every line, every curve, you wanted to taste him, you needed him so fucking bad...!

A whine escaped unbidden from your throat, earning you a chuckle from Chris. "Aw, my sweet girl's all pent up, isn't she?" he teased you, before finally ridding himself of his swim trunks. You sucked in a rattling gasp, nodding frantically as he leaned over you, kissing up the side of your throat, eventually finding the spot below your right ear.

"It's too bad she's been a brat all day," he whispered in your ear, his words only working to pull another whine from the back of your throat. "Shh, lucky for you, I'm not mean enough to just leave you like this," he added, leaning back to look down at you, his gaze softening.

"But," he added with a grin, "I'm also not gonna sit here and just give you what you want, not that easily." Leaning forward again until his face was inches from yours, he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"You want this dick so bad, Daddy's gonna make you fucking work for it," he told you. His words sent a hot spike of arousal straight to your core, where you needed him the most, and it took every ounce of whatever self control you had left to not sink all the way into subspace for him.

"Oh, but it'd be so easy!" your inner thoughts protested, pleaded, even.

Fuck it.

You stared up at him, your gaze locked with his. Chris knew, too. He knew in that moment, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Fucking checkmate, right?

"You gonna be a good little whore for me, Y/N?" he asked, staring down at you. Fuuu- if he kept talking like that, you wouldn't last long around him. You nodded, too stunned and too far gone to speak properly.

Not that he minded, of course. No, he was in full Dom mode, he knew exactly how much power he held over you right now. "That's my good girl," he muttered, before reaching out and tapping you twice on your inner thigh.

"Up, I want you on your knees. Now," he told you. You complied ever so easily, the prospect of you getting what you want lingering around the corner, just out of your reach. He wanted you to be a good little whore for him, you could do that, no problem...

You knew what he wanted without him even having to ask, you two had done this dance many, many times before. That, and he was making it ever so obvious; he was already so aroused and so hard for you. Kneeling down, you took him easily into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat.

Fuck, you could already taste him, you'd missed this so much. The minute you had your hot little mouth wrapped around his dick, Chris released the dirtiest, ungodliest of moans, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head, his fingers winding themselves through your hair and holding you in place.

"Fuck, good girl, fuck, just... just like that," he groaned, watching you go down on him, take him, every fucking inch, all the way to the back of your throat-- fuck, you were doing so good for him-!

He watched with a mix of arousal and awe, his grip on the back of your head tightening slightly, his hips rising ever so carefully to meet you halfway. Brown eyes widened, Chris's head falling back as you moaned around him, an echoed groan of his own filling the hushed silence of the room.

Holy- how the fuck could you take him as deeply as you were?? Then again, he wasn't sure why this should surprise him, you'd always done so well for him, more than deserving of any and every ounce of praise he'd ever given you.

"There we go, good... fuck, good girl," Chris panted softly, every exhaled breath trembling on his tongue. "Not such a brat now, are we?" he added with a breathless laugh. You paused a moment, lifting your head to meet his gaze, making a face at him and baring your teeth.

He smirked, trying hard to hide his laughter. "Aw, little kitten thinks she's so tough. But look at her, such a pretty baby, kept all quiet with her mouth around my dick," he cooed at you. God, the filthiest things that could come out of this man's mouth-!

You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, your blood pounding a frantic staccato within your veins, Chris's words echoing in the forefront of your mind. You gave him your best doe-eyed expression, watching intently as his own expression shifted, his grin faltering as the cracks started appearing in his calm facade.

In the few beats of silence that followed, you could hear the sharp hiss of breath escaping his lungs, his eyes locked intently on yours. The minutes seemed to tick by before he finally spoke, his voice trembling and his words seeming to stumble over each other in their haste to get out.

"D-don't... don't do that, don't look at me like that, kitten..." he pleaded with you in a breathless whisper.

Ha... who was in control of who, again?

A smirk playing at the edges of your mouth, you cast your eyes downward again, your hands moving up to grip the tops of his thighs, fingers digging in as you pulled him in deeper once more, a low groan rising up from the back of your throat.

Any further pleas Chris may have had for you died out on his tongue, another sharp exhale hissing from between his teeth as he watched you, his entire being held wholly and utterly spellbound by your every fucking move.

You could feel his grip on your hair loosen, his hand falling to rest at his side, his self-control starting to slip ever so much further with every touch of your hands, your tongue. You could tell the moment he was close, his fingers tensing and gripping tightly at the bedspread beneath him, his hips rising to meet you halfway.

"F-fuck, Y/N-!"

The way your name left his mouth, spoken like a swear word, like a sort of forbidden oath--

You were completely done for after that, all self-control you may have had, just... gone.

You only had the briefest of warnings from him, before he was coming undone for you, the taste and feel of him heavy on your tongue and in the back of your throat, as sweet and addictive as novocain...

He was your drug, your fix.

And you doubted you'd ever be able to get enough of him.

His climax easily added fuel to the fire of your own, but you knew better. If you came now, that was it, game over. You knew how he was as a Dom, he'd make you wait...

Holding back a groan, you let your eyes drift upwards, meeting his. "Don't swallow yet, baby, I wanna see," he told you, head falling back as he tried to catch his breath, one hand rising to run through his hair.

You slowly pulled back, releasing him from your mouth as you sat up on your knees for him, waiting patiently and trying your hardest not to swallow. His composure regained and that smooth, calm facade back in place once more, Chris reached out with one hand to gently grab you by the chin as he leaned forward, his gaze intent on yours.

"Open up, pretty little brat, let me see..." he breathed.

Eyes wide, you nodded, easily giving in to his demands, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him, putting on full display the mess he had created for you.

Chris stared back at you in awe, taking note of the way his cum dripped from the tip of your tongue, spilling down your chin, your throat, his hand...

"Look at that, look at you, you beautiful, messy little girl," he whispered, pride in his voice, his brown eyes softening as he smiled down at you.

Ah, and there it was... that feeling you always craved, the part you most looked forward to whenever you two did this together.

The way he would give you praise, it was indescribable. He wouldn't just praise you for the sake of doing it, no, oh no. He would go so much further than that, always.

He had a certain way of making you feel so completely special, like everything about you mattered, everything about what you did and who you were just mattered.

Because to him, it did matter. You did.

The softest of whimpers left your mouth, your gaze held captive by his own.

This was one of the parts Chris secretly loved too, seeing you like this, so soft and sweet and pure for him... even though he knew better, you both did.

The moments where you were so open for him like this were incredibly rare, this show of vulnerability was something only he got to see.

Another small noise left your open mouth, regaining his attention. "Shh, I know, baby. Swallow for me, every last drop," he spoke softly, leaning forward to kiss you gently on the forehead.

You did as you were told, swallowing the taste of him, a bittersweet feeling of emptiness lingering behind afterwards. That was the part you hated, no longer being able to taste him, to feel him on your tongue, in the back of your throat.

But Chris knew the feeling just as much as you did, he always knew.

With the softest of touches, he used his thumb to clean up what was left, pushing lightly at your lips, watching as you eagerly opened up for him, taking him into your mouth, indulging in what remained of the taste of him.

Releasing his thumb from your mouth with the smallest of bites, you sat back on your heels, staring up at him with those doe eyes. He smiled back at you, reaching out to stroke the side of your face.

"Such a good girl for me, you did so good. Here, come here, pretty baby," he cooed, beckoning you to him. You climbed up into his lap, one leg on either side of him as you wrapped your arms around him, holding on to him like he was your only lifeline.

"Let me take care of you, Y/N, give you what you need," he whispered in your ear, drawing you close to him. You only too easily complied, letting him have full control, slipping as far into subspace as he could get you to go.

He entered you slowly, wanting you to feel every fucking inch of him, down to the last. Unified groans echoed through the quiet of the room, his fingers digging in to the velvet softness of your hips, clutching you to him like he was going to lose you.

Only he wasn't; you were his as much as he was yours, you were here to stay...

His name left your mouth, a hushed plea for him, all of him, everything he could ever give you.

"Shh, I know, I'm here, m'gonna make you feel so good..." came Chris's muffled reply, his face buried against the side of your neck as he placed soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses along the skin there.

You let your head fall back, eyes closing and lips parting in a silent groan, fingertips brushing along Chris's back, nails digging in ever so slightly to leave tiny half-moons patterned over the surface of the skin.

His breath left him in a quiet hiss, one of his hands moving up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close to him as he left deep kisses along the exposed skin of your throat, leaving his mark on you, taking claim to what was his.

A bit ironic, wasn't it? He'd always told you purple was a good color on you...

The sweetest of noises left your mouth for him to hear, drawing out a mirrored echo of his own, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting softly at your shoulder.

Fuck, he didn't think he'd ever be able to get enough of you, even as close as he was to you in this moment, right here and now...!

He wanted you in every way he could have you, he had every fucking intention of it, you'd asked him so nicely before, hadn't you?

Sure, you'd also been kind of a brat and gotten him entirely too riled up all day, but-- wait. Was that why you-? Is this what you had been after the entire time, what you had craved so badly from him-??

A low groan slipped free from his throat as he bit at your shoulder again, before soothing the bite with the gentlest of kisses. His fingers dug into you as his hips rose to meet yours, pushing him deeper into you than he'd ever been, than he could ever hope to be.

The softly exhaled swear word that left your mouth at the miniscule movement was enough to make him slip up and smile, a quiet laugh rising from his throat.

"Is this what you were after, huh, baby? Is this what you've been wanting, why you were such a brat for me earlier, hmm?" he breathed, thrusting up into you and earning another whispered expletive from you.

You were too far gone, too far entrapped by him to be able to answer properly. A mere nod was all you could manage, your head falling forward so you could bury your face against the side of his neck, choking out your soft moans.

"You poor, sweet baby, all you had to do was tell me that you needed to be fucked, you didn't have to be a brat to get my attention..." Chris said softly, trying not to laugh.

"I ddnt knw cld..." came your muffled reply.

"Hmm?" Chris breathed, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

"I didn't know I could," you reiterated softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze. Chris's answering laugh caused the heat to flood your cheeks again, as you blushed.

"Y/N, sweetheart... you know you can ask me anything, yeah? Mm, you've got to tell me if I'm not giving you enough attention," he answered, leaning forward to kiss you on the cheek, your chin, down towards your throat, your shoulders.

"Doesn't matter if I'm with the guys, if you need me, pull me aside and let me know you need some time away..." he added, brushing soft kisses along your collarbones. "I'm sure they'll understand, at least half of them know what it's like," he continued in a murmur, dotting more featherlight kisses along your skin.

"What what's like?" you gasped softly, head falling back again as Chris's hips rose to meet yours in another particularly deep thrust. He had to choke back a groan before he was able to answer you, his fingers flexing tightly along your hips for a moment.

"Fuck..." he groaned, eyes closing as he sat there, buried deep within you, forehead resting against your shoulder for a second.

"They know..." he breathed out, eyes reopening as he lifted his head to look at you, "they know what it's like to have a girlfriend to come home to, someone they're just so incredibly desperate, so hard up for, the entire fucking time we're on tour..."

His hand slid from the back of your head, down, down to instead grip the back of your neck, fingers flexing softly, tightening ever so gently, holding you in place as he slowly fucked you, every thrust deeper and more sensual than the last one before it.

You cried out as the waves of dark ecstasy ebbed away just at the surface, threatening to overtake you and drown you in their depths at any given moment. You were close, you were so very close, he was so good, too good, everything was too warm, too stifling, fuck-!

Chris's answering moan fell in perfect synchronicity with your own sweet sounds, creating a seductive little symphony only the two of you would ever be able to hear.

"Fuck, I know, baby, you're so close, Daddy's close too, fuck..." he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your own.

"Just a little more, hold out a little longer for me, hmm? Gonna make you feel so fucking good, fuck you so full of my cum, breed you 'til you fucking drip for me, baby..." he added, keeping up the dirtiest stream of whispered profanities against your skin, his hand tightening on the back of your neck.

"Chris, please-!"

Your begging only added fuel to the blaze growing hotter between the two of you, your desperate pleas sending him chasing after that high, right over the edge--

And you fell down with him, oh fuck, did you fall fast and hard with him--

Chris barely had time to growl out the words "Cum for me, Y/N", before you were doing just that, his name leaving your mouth in the loudest of cries. You were sure if his bandmates hadn't heard the two of you before, they would now.

But you didn't give a fuck.

You were so lost in those waves, so lost in him, to even care.

The way he held you down tightly against him, the way he was so intent on making you feel every inch of him, every drop of seed he had to give you--

It was too much, it wasn't enough, it was... it was everything--

"Fuck, Chris, fuck--!" you ground out, your breath leaving you in sharp, gasping exhales as you clung tightly to him, holding on desperately.

Your thighs trembled beneath you, and yet... you didn't drown, not completely. Chris held you as tightly as you held him, the two of you keeping one another aloft through it all, riding the high until there was nothing left to take, nothing left to give.

The inside of your head felt blissfully like radio static, as if someone had left it carelessly unattended between channels, the white noise filtering through to your brain, to your very nerve endings.

Chest heaving, breaths trembling, you collapsed against him, the weight of Chris's embrace a comforting presence as you came down from your high. Little did you know your very presence was of great comfort to him as well, the two of you guiding each other back home.

"You- I... fuck," you gasped out in a breathless whisper, unable to find the right words. But at this point, words became unnecessary, a sort of unspoken agreement forming amidst the aftermath. Chris knew, he always did...

He sat there for a while afterwards, holding you close to him, not quite ready to let you go, not just yet. If he was being honest, he felt rather selfish in that moment. It wasn't enough, he still needed you, needed to feel you, to taste you...

"Here, lie down for me, baby..." he murmured, helping you up as he slowly withdrew from you. The sharp hiss you let out at the feeling of emptiness afterwards, oh, how he hated that sound. But he'd make up for it, he'd see to it, you'd see...

The minute you were lying prone and soft for him, Chris gently parted your legs, immediately leaning down to kiss you in that most intimate of places, working with tongue and teeth to cleanse you, but fuck, the taste-!

He groaned against you, the muffled sound being unwillingly ripped from his throat, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place as he instead devoured you, every taste of your essence and his heavy and seductive on his tongue... he wanted more.

No, fuck that, he needed it.

And the way your fingers tangled tightly in his blonde hair, pulling harshly as he ate you out so deep, fuck-- he needed more of it, he needed all of it.

And you-!

You'd swear up and down, Chris was practically made for eating pussy, holy fuck-

It was one of the things he was particularly skilled in, the way he could have you coming unraveled at the seams for him just like that...

Fuck-!

Your thighs shook, a harsh cry tearing itself free from your parted lips as you came for him, Chris using that sinful mouth of his to fuck you through not one, but two orgasms, holy-!

You tugged harshly at his hair, his answering hiss sending a flush of heat straight through to your core, shoving you carelessly, blissfully, over the edge one last time, before Chris decided to show you mercy.

"N-no... more..." you gasped out, panting softly for him. "Safeword?" he breathed, lifting his head to stare up at you through heavy eyes, those warm brown irises scorching through to your soul.

You shook your head at him, unable to respond vocally. But much like before, words were unnecessary with the two of you. He leaned back, taking you by the hands and gently pulling you up to cradle you to his chest, hugging you tightly.

You were done, you had reached your limits.

But that was okay with him, you had done more than what he'd expected of you, much like you always did.

It was one of the things he had come to grow fond of, with the relationship you two had.

"Fuck, you did so good for me, baby. 'M'so proud of you," Chris murmured against the top of your head, his fingers tracing light circles along your back, tracing up your spine, working to bring you back down to earth, back to him.

You were much too exhausted to respond, instead settling for a soft hum of acknowledgement, your breathing eventually returning to normal as you left your high behind.

Only then did you finally take note of one minute detail that had previously escaped your notice.

The door to the guest bedroom had been left open, the entire time you and Chris had fucked.

Anybody could have walked past, could have seen you and Chris like that...

"Fuck..." you mumbled.

"Hmm?" came Chris's soft reply.

"The door. It got left open," you answered in a tired murmur.

There was a moment's silence before you and Chris both looked at each other, neither one of you suddenly able to keep from laughing.

When the laughter had died down, Chris cast a look over his shoulder at the door. "Probably a good idea to close that next time, yeah?" he remarked, turning back to grin down at you. You nodded, your cheeks flushing at the thought that one of his bandmates might have seen the two of you.

And then Chris's words clicked into place.

"Wait, next time? You mean that?" you asked softly, a hopeful look in your eyes. He nodded, smirking down at you. "You don't think I'm gonna let you get away with this twice, do you?" he teased you, leaning down to kiss you.

You grinned, shrugging as you kissed him back. "Maybe? I got you this time, didn't I?" you teased him in response. "Mm, no," he answered, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before releasing it, "no, baby. I got you."

You leaned back to pout at him, earning another laugh from him. "Alright, how about this? Truce?" he asked, holding out a hand. You eyed it dubiously for a second, before finally relenting, shaking his hand. "Alright. Truce," you agreed. "For now," you added a moment later, unable to keep from smirking.

Chris raised both brows at you, before calling you a brat. Although, judging by the faint smile on his face, you knew he didn't mean it.

And you were right, he didn't mean it. You were his good girl, you'd always been, always would be...

"I mean, you guys cleaned up in there, right? I'm not gonna find anything... questionable... later?" Ricky asked, raising an eyebrow at Chris. There was some light laughter amongst the rest of the guys, as they all sat gathered around the open, brightly blazing fire-pit.

The last rays of the dying sun had long since bled out, leaving nothing but ink and gemstones and a silver smile gracing the skies. Food had been eaten, drinks had been had, laughter had been shared, and now that things were winding down, you had ended up falling asleep in Chris's lap, your head resting on his shoulder.

Chris made a face at Ricky, earning more laughter from his bandmates. "Of course we cleaned up. Besides," he said, glancing down at your sleeping form in his lap, "I think she needed this today."

"How long had it been for you guys again?" Ryan asked, arching an eyebrow. "Too fucking long," came Chris's instant reply.

A few low catcalls and whistling ensued from some of his bandmates, earning them all an eyeroll from Chris. "Sooo... tour update: Y/N's no longer a brat?" Ricky teased, grinning.

Unable to hide his own grin, Chris shook his head, glancing down at you again and placing a soft kiss atop your head as you slept. "No... she just needed a little extra attention from me today, that's all..." he answered.

"Dude, you're so fucking soft for her," Vinny grinned. "Yeah, man, I don't think I've ever seen you like this with anybody, our fans included," Justin agreed.

Ricky snorted, casting a sideways glance at his friend. "It's cause he loves her," he said with a wink. Chris waved him off with a smile, but he knew his bandmate was right.

He did love you, more than he ever thought he could, more than he thought he deserved to. How he'd ever been lucky enough to land someone as special as you... that was still, and probably would always be, a mystery to him.

"Oh and by the way, you guys were totally loud," someone suddenly spoke up, earning another round of laughter from everybody.

"Shut up, we were not!"

A/N: I know this one was a bit of a long read, I do apologize. But for those of you who stuck around and made it all the way to the end, I want to very humbly thank you and hear what you thought of this one! (Also, if you think I should do more of these, please let me know in the comments and REBLOG! Every little bit helps! Thank you so much, fellow Creatures! 🎃

#chris motionless x reader #chris cerulli x reader #chris motionless oneshot #chris cerulli oneshot #chris motionless smut #chris motionless #motionless in white x reader #motionless in white oneshot #motionless in white smut #motionless in white fandom #motionless in white fanfiction #motionless in white #miw things #miw #smut #these games we play

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talialovesmiw · 4 months

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Ricky “Horror” Olson x Reader

Sweetness

Part 8: Brothers

Warnings: Language, Violence, Mentions of Blood, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mention of Ghost (Male Presenting)

Taglist: @skulliecadaver-blog @witchyweeb34 @cookiesupplier @raydenrrobertson

Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/738506826973429760/talialovesmiw

Part 9: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/739060924871245824/talialovesmiw

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Y/N’s POV

“Hello, pretty girl..”

That voice…it was all too familiar. It was the same voice that had been tormenting me for days now.

It was him.

He was taller and had dark hair that went to his chin. He had facial hair and dark eyes with shadows around them. Paired with that grin, he was so…intimidating.

Letting out a dark chuckle, he was suddenly in front of me, “What’s the matter precious? Cat got your tongue?” He mocked.

I wanted to scream, say something or even cry for help, but I couldn’t find my voice. I was shaking like a leaf on a windy day, and I couldn’t escape his gaze.

“Y-you…you’re the one w-who’s after m-me..” I stuttered, my voice coming out as a pathetic squeak.

He smiled a sinister cheshire cat smile as he tilted his head, “Very good sweet girl…I didn’t think you’d figure it out so quickly. I’m impressed..” He said, now even closer to me. I tried taking steps back, but he only inched closer, and closer, until my back hit a wall.

He smirked as he pinned me against the wall, pinning my arms above my head with one hand. “Ricky!-“ I shouted before he grabbed my chin roughly with his other hand, making me gasp. He started taking in my features and licked his lips. Another dark chuckle.

“My, you’re even more stunning in person..” He purred. His hand moved down my neck, I was sure he could feel my heart racing. “Mm, such beautiful skin, I have a feeling you’d look good in red..” He said lowly, his black claw-like nails digging into my skin, making me wince. His claws were sharp enough to draw blood. “And what pretty little noises you make too..”

“S-stop…please!” I pleaded, struggling to free myself. A maniacal laugh escaped his black lips.

“Oh, you’re adorable when you beg, sweet girl..”

Where was Ricky? Did he not hear me scream? Was I going to die now? Was this the end? Would I see Ricky again? The thoughts in my head made my heart beat even faster. All I could do now was silently cry. His hand moved down to the nape of my neck, his nails dragging lightly against my skin. His touch was sickening and cold.

“Oh, you’re going to make quite a lovely plaything, pretty girl..”

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Ricky’s POV

I was sitting on the couch, looking through the pictures I took. I couldn’t help but smile at the ones of Y/N, especially in the ones she was smiling in. Her smile was so damn gorgeous. I felt so relieved she was feeling better, I hated seeing her upset.

And the way she got excited about the gelato…she was so cute. Her excitement and smile were so contagious tonight, I loved seeing her so happy. Seeing her happy made me happy.

I put my camera back in my bag and set it aside. I pulled a murder mystery book out and started reading.

“Ricky!-“

Y/N!

My head instantly snapping in the direction of her room as a wave of panic washed over me.

Fuck, she sounded like she was in trouble. What the hell was going on? I dropped my book and got up from the couch. I could hear whimpering as I approached her room. Something was really wrong.

I opened the door quickly and the sight made me freeze. HE had Y/N pinned against the wall as she struggled to break free.

No…

Not him.

Why the FUCK did it have to be him?

“Oh, you’re going to make quite a lovely plaything, pretty girl..”

“Sola!” I yelled, storming over and shoving him roughly to the ground.

His eyes widened for a second before he smiled darkly, “Well well, I wasn’t expecting this..” He said as he got up from the ground, “Long time no see Richard..”

I could feel the rage boiling in me. I stood in front of Y/N, shielding her. “What the fuck are YOU doing here?!” I sneered. He smirked in response, crossing his arms.

“I’m just here to claim what’s mine,” He said ever so casually. I could feel myself get angrier by the second, “As much as I’d loveee to stay and catch up, I need to be going. Hand her over.”

“You’re not fucking touching her! Stay the hell away from her you asshole!” I growled, stepping up to him, staring him dead in the eyes.

“Hm, I don’t think I will,” He said smugly, “She’s mine, Ricky. Don’t even try to get in my way. We both know you’re weak-“ I cut him by punching him right in the jaw. He groaned, looking in the opposite direction as he held his jaw. He quickly looked back, a psychotic expression written on his face.

“You’ve gotten more ballsy, haven’t you?” He pushed me down to the ground and towered over me. I heard Y/N gasp with worry. “This isn’t over. As for you..” He turned towards Y/N and grabbed her wrist roughly, “You haven’t seen the last of me, pretty girl..” He growled into her ear before releasing her.

“Be seeing you.” He said with a sinister smirk on his face as he disappeared.

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Y/N’s POV

As the demon disappeared, Ricky instantly got up and tried chasing him, “Get the fuck back here! You fucking coward!” He yelled, falling to his knees. “God fucking damn it!” He screamed, punching his fist into the ground.

It was scary seeing him like this. I’ve never seen him angry before, and it was honestly terrifying. Ricky must’ve heard me breathing heavily as he turned his head to look at me. His expression went from pure rage to…desperation?

He instantly got up and pulled me into a tight embrace, shoving his face into my shoulder. I blushed a little at the contact. This was the most protective hug I’ve ever received from him.

“I…I almost lost you..” He murmured, his voice breaking a little. He held me so tight as if he was afraid I’d disappear at any moment. He pulled away after a few moments and studied me.

“You’re hurt..” He stared at me with such sadness in his eyes as he brushed his fingers across my cheek, staring at the small scratches on my neck. He then held my wrist gently, a bruise already starting to form. He muttered a curse and pulled me back to his chest. “God fucking damn him..”

“I…I’ll be okay. It’s nothing serious..” I said gently, trying to reassure him. I rubbed his back gently in an attempt to comfort him. He seemed really distraught.

“I’m so sorry sweetness…” He mumbled, his voice on the verge of breaking again, it sounded like he was trying not to cry.

“For what?..”

“This whole situation…you don’t deserve this…a-and for not getting to you sooner. I should’ve gotten to you quicker, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt and-“

“Ricky, it’s not your fault,” I cut him off, pulling away a little to cup his cheek. “You’re here now, and I’m still here, right?” I asked gently. He looked down before nodding, “I’ll be okay…physically. Mentally, well…that was scary.” I bit my lip as I looked down, but looked back up at him, “What matters is that you got to me in time, and I’m still here..”

He shook his head as he pet my hair, “I don’t know what I’d do if I had lost you, sweetness.” He admitted, resting his head atop mine. His confession made me blush.

He held me briefly as I processed everything. I pulled away and looked at him, “Ricky, do you…do you know him?”

A look of guilt formed on his face and he bit his lip, “Unfortunately. He’s…he’s my brother.”

Confusion was written on my face, “I…I don’t understand. I thought you said you and your brothers were born to a family who protected humans?”

He nodded, “Yes, he was born to the same family. His name is Ghost, but he always went by Sola. He was never fond of the idea of protecting humans, even when we were young,” He looked down, furrowing his brows, “He’s always had the mentality that humans were playthings. Armon tried for years to get that out of Sola’s mind, but he wouldn’t budge. He never participated in any of the trainings or lessons, but he mocked me and my other brothers for doing it though. Right on his 18th birthday, he disappeared to join the other side. It didn’t take much convincing really.” A look of disgust formed on Ricky’s face, “I haven’t seen him up until now, but I understand he’s pretty powerful now. I feel disgusted to be related to him. I don’t consider him a brother, more a sick traitor..”

I gave him a look of sympathy, brushing the hair that had fallen in front of his face away gently, “Ricky, I…I’m so sorry.”

He held my hand on his gently and kissed it, “No, I’m sorry sweetness. I feel horrible knowing that someone related to me is hurting you..”

“You’re not responsible for his actions. What’s happening isn’t your fault..” I reassured him, looking at him softly.

Ricky gave me a small smile, brushing the back of his hand against my cheek, “You’re too good to me..” He whispered, looking into my eyes. I smiled back, leaning into his touch. I looked at the hand that brushed my cheek and I gasped.

“Ricky, your knuckles are bleeding..”

He looked at them and shrugged, “Must’ve happened when I punched the ground.” He chuckled, brushing it off.

“Let me take care of it!” I offered.

“You don’t have to sweetness, I’ll be fine-“

“Nonsense! Sit on the bed and I’ll go grab the first aid kit.”

Ricky sighed and sat on my bed. I smiled before going to grab the first aid kit. I came back shortly and sat down on the bed. I gently took his hand and started dabbing his knuckles gently with a wet rag. He winced a little, but let me take care of him. I smiled gently at him and grabbed a bandage. I wrapped it around his knuckles.

“There, all done.” I said, setting the kit down.

He smiled a little, “Thank you. You didn’t have to take care of me considering you were the one attacked.”

I rubbed my arm, looking away, “I’ll be okay. It’s just small scratches and a bruise.”

“I’m so relieved you’re not seriously hurt,” He said quietly, pulling me into a gentle hug. “Again, I’m sorry you’re in this situation..”

I hugged back, leaning on him a little, “It’s okay…I have you, so I know I’ll be okay..”

“You’ll always have me, sweetness. No matter what..” He whispered against my hair. He pulled away after a moment, “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for you to sleep in here tonight. Would you be okay with sleeping in my room?”

My cheeks turned red at the sudden question, all sorts of scenarios running through my brain. “I won’t sleep, I’ll just be watching over you. I just don’t want to risk Sola taking you since he knows this is your room.”

The blush in my face subsided as I took a breath, “Okay, if you think that’s what’s best.” He smiled at me and he led me to his room.

“Make yourself comfortable.” He said, sitting on the floor next to me. I sat on the bed and looked down at him.

“Will you be comfortable like that?” I asked with concern.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetness.”

I shook my head, “I don’t want you sitting on the floor, sit on the bed.”

He blushed a little and looked at me with wide eyes, “You’re sure?” He asked, surprised.

“I wouldn’t have offered it if I wasn’t, come on.” I said with a soft smile, patting the spot on the bed next to me. Hesitantly, he sat down next to me. “Isn't that more comfortable?”

“I suppose it is.”

I smiled, “I think I’ll be going to sleep now. Goodnight Ricky.”

“Night, sweetness.

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Ricky’s POV

As I watched Y/N drift off to sleep, I pulled my knees to my chest and put my head down.

If Sola had taken her away…what would he have done to her? The idea of Y/N being tortured already disturbed me, but my own brother? The idea was tearing me apart. He was sadistic and cruel. If he ever got his hands on her…

No. I shouldn’t think of that. Y/N didn’t deserve to be put through that. I already felt guilty enough that Sola was after her, I didn’t need to picture her being tortured by him either.

If she was taken away…fuck, I don’t know what I’d do. She had grown so much on me since the day I met her. She had been so caring and sweet to me despite her situation. She even took care of my hand…

I’m just relieved that I got to her in time. I don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself for letting someone like her go.

I ran my hands through my hair, sighing in frustration. I was falling for her, wasn’t I?

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circle-with-me · 7 months

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MIW FANS!! I need your help!

Does anyone have a gif or photo of Ricky from this photoshoot? I’d like to have Ryan and Justin as well but I’m really hoping I can get Ricky’s. If you have it please let me know!!

#motionless in white #ricky olson #chris motionless #Vinny Mauro #ryan sitkowski #Justin morrow #miw #miw band #motionless in white band #miw fandom #motionless in white fandom

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beaker1636 · 6 months

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I would ask the other guys, but the fact that they are in relationships or married just makes it weird🥲I was going to ask something with Chris but now that I know he's also in a relationship I was just immediately like that's too weird!

Vinyl may be too obviously but for me it's one thing to know they are with someone and another to not be and be able to be as delusional as you want😂

You can ask away with Chris if you choose too, after my fics are posted today requests will be open :) so just another couple hours and it’ll be ready.

I get why it’s weird for you at the same time with him being in a relationship however!

#motionless in white #vinny mauro #fanfiction #motionless in white imagine #bree sucks at fanfiction #chris motionless #ryan sitkowski #justin morrow #miw #miw band #chenzo mauro #chris cerulli #motionless in white fandom

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kyougitokasu · 2 months

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Gotta love Facebook. The mod of a MIW group posted my art without credit and replied to compliments as if they're the OG artist. I'm not a group member but I commented and asked for my IG or X handle to be credited. Comment declined. I commented similarly again and got blocked from the group entirely. It just blows my mind. Real artists keep being treated as if they're disposable. I'm human too, y'know.

#sometimes I'm glad that i have zero motivation to draw in my free time #because i have nothing to post that could get stolen or hated on #i still spend a lot of time being creative but only for my design school projects lol #motionless in white #tagging this because this fandom is terrible when it comes to art theft #like most of the ones I've been in so it's nothing new or special

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geordiecrow · 5 months

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𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖘

Motionless In White - Deadstream II - Pennhurst Asylum

#my creation #motionless in white #miw #metalcore #gif #fandom #fanmade #gif animation #catharsis #this song is in my top 5

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the-epitome-of-sin · 7 months

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𝕰𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘

#chris motionless #motionless in white #miw #eternally yours #my gifs #MIW fandom #chris cerulli

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grylum · 7 months

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IM SEEING MOTIONLESS IN WHITE TODAY YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYA I WILL CRY MY EYES OUT YAYAYAY GUYS. anyways take this short animation of shadamy at a motionless concert

#shadamy #concert #motionless in white #sonic fandom #sonic the hedghog fanart #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #chris motionless #metal bands #shadamy fanart

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klovercrown · 5 months

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Omg omg I need to post this before I forget

Just realized the brothers have perfect Motionless in white songs for them

Vincent :

Bo:

Lester:

I honestly feel like he would love their cover of a Rob Zombie song (my music hc is that he loves Rob Zombie+White Zombie) Please tell me if you have any idea, I've listened to all of their songs and can't think of one for Lester. Lemme know your ideas 💖

#slashers #house of wax #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #slasher fandom #motionless in white #MIW band #I'm so happy the MIW fandom is still alive 🖤#Spotify

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sweeter0da · 7 months

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Saw MIW tonight… TOOK THIS PICTURE AT BARRICADE

I took so many photos I could share with y’all if you want 🫵😧

#miw #motionless in white #miw band #motionless in white fandom #chris motionless #chris cerulli #touring the end of the world #rats miw #cherrybombs #I wanna throw him in my pocket

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yournecessaryevil · 2 months

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Imagine...

...playing video games with Chris during your downtime on tour, the two of you trashtalking each other's playing...

"No way, old man. I can totally kick your ass!"

You shifted in your spot on the couch, tucking your legs under yourself, PS5 controller clutched between your hands.

The two of you were currently going head to head at one of the old Call of Duty games Chris had downloaded onto his console, and so far... it had been a back and forth of the two of you kicking each other's asses and sniping each other.

You always preferred playing as "Ghost" Riley, he'd always been your favorite of the boys. You had once joked with Chris that he and Konïg had a lot in common, with the two of them being tall as fuck, and it had kind of stuck, the tall masked man now being Chris's character any time the two of you played each other.

"Oh, bullshit. I'm gonna make you eat your words, you know," Chris shot back, raising a brow at you. You stuck your tongue out in retaliation, noticing the way one corner of his mouth twitched up into a tiny smirk in response.

"Brat."

"Bully," you shot back, grinning.

Chris placed a hand against his chest, pretending to be offended, even though you knew better. "Me? A bully? How dare you?" he said, unable to keep from grinning.

"You. Fucking. Shot me!" you protested.

"You made it too easy, find a better hiding spot next time," Chris countered, shrugging.

"See? Bully. Imma kick your ass this round, let's fucking go," you retorted, letting out a huff as you tightened your grip on the controller.

Chris laughed, picking up his own controller and reloading the menu to start a new game. "Alright, small fry, you have a 20 second head start," he told you, casting you a sideways look. "But," he added with a smirk, "if I find you, I snipe you."

With that, he loaded up the new round, before reaching up to cover his eyes with one hand. "Anddd.... go. Tick tock, pipsqueak."

Rolling your eyes at the nickname, you focused on the screen in front of you. As soon as you had your hiding spot, you cast a sideways glance at Chris to see if he'd been peeking, which, ever the gentleman he was, he had not.

"Time's up, let's go," he announced, uncovering his face to pick up his controller and start hunting you down. As you sat there and watched him, there was a knock on the break room door, and you looked over your shoulder to see Ricky poke his head into the room.

"Hey, you guys need to get ready, we're leaving in 10," he informed the two of you. You nodded, turning back around to watch the screen. "Give me one second, hunting Y/N down," Chris answered, his eyes focused on the game.

"Okay, but just-" Ricky started, when he was cut off by a laugh from his bandmate. "Ha! Game over, tiny. I win!" Chris announced, his statement followed by the sound of a gunshot from the screen.

"What??? NO-! Again, are you serious???" Your mouth hung open in disbelief, Chris's laughter still sounding from next to you.

"Better luck next time, small fry."

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motionless-in-blue-socks · 9 months

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this is a question that ive been wanting to ask for a hot minute now, and since ive seen a lot of people on twitter (specifically bad omens twitter) talk about it recently, i thought i would ask it now. it is a genuine question and i am looking for genuine answers, so pls be real.

when did writing fanfiction become a bad thing in bandom?

i don't read fanfiction personally, but i know that it used be kind of just an accepted thing in bandom spaces. like, oh, you write fanfic about black veil brides? chill, that's whatever. but nowadays (not trying to call out anyone specific), especially on bad omens twitter, people are freaking out about the fact that fanfiction exists. when in my mind at least, it's always been there? like, fanfiction in other bandoms is kind of like an inside joke (take the milk fic, for example, or the chris motionless adopted daughter fic)

and to my knowledge, most musicians don't care about fanfiction because, again, it's kind of just always been a thing. im pretty sure it was andy biersack who said "i know there's fanfiction out there, but i don't go looking for it, because it's not for me." or something along those lines.

so seeing bad omens fans on twitter all up in arms about fanfiction, is kinda strange to me? because it's always been that thing in bandom where it's like, if you don't like it, then it wasn't made you for, and you don't have to read it?

is it just new fans not really understanding that it's just a thing? is it people who just think that it's weird? or is it people who still, for some reason, don't seem to understand that if bands are uncomfortable with something, they will say it because they're grown adults?

so if somebody could explain to me why people are just now getting upset about it, that'd be really fantastic, because im genuinely confused.

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fangirl94stuff · 9 months

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My Wattpad Account :)

I've written multiple full-length band fanfictions over the years. And you can find multiple imagine/one-shot books as well!

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ch4p3lofbl00d · 1 year

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Why Don't you like Chris?~Chris Motionless

Imagine your parents wanting to meet Chris, your boyfriend. After not seeing or talking to them for 2 years, since they didn't like your lifestyle, they kicked you out of the house. They judge Chris because of his tattoos, piercings, and job.

Y\N Pov

Today was the day that my parents would be meeting my boyfriend of 2 years, well now fiance, Chris Cerulli, also known as Chris Motionless, the lead vocalist of Motionless In White. [Yes, I'm dating a rockstar]. When I last saw them, they kicked me out of their house. I was already planning on leaving, but it kinda hurt that your own parents didn't want you anymore. When that happened, the last words that I said to my parents were

"I do have a boyfriend who loves me, and my tattoos and piercings"

That was the last time, I saw my parents. Sometimes, I miss them, but there's no excused for how they treated me. I know that my mom is planning something. That's probably why she wanted to get into contact with me all of a sudden to try to screw up my life. Even though, she already has. I sighed, and laid down on my bed. I can't believe I'm going to be seeing my parents after not seeing them for 2 years. I sighed again, and sat up in bed. I really don't want to see them, all they are going to do is tell me

"You haven't changed, you still have those silly tattoos and piercings. We didn't raise you to be like this, and let me guess you are still doing your little photographing business?"

"You need to find someone else who isn't in a metal band, and who can provide for you and your future children"

I rolled my eyes, and laid back down on my bed. I wasn't ready to see them; I wasn't ready for all the comments that they're going to say. I grab the nearest pillow to me, which happens to be Chris's pillow. I started cuddling his pillow, until I hear a deep voice say

"Why are you cuddling my pillow for?"

I looked up, and saw Chris standing there, smiling at me. I looked back down, and I heard Chris sigh; Chris knew that I was anxious about seeing my parents again after what happened last time I saw them.

Flashback

"Y\N where do you think you're doing?"

I looked back at my mom, and said

"I'm leaving that's what I'm doing"

I looked at her, and I hear her say

"Well, you can't do that, you're only a teenager"

I scoffed at her, and said

"I'm fucking nineteen, I am more than capable to take care of myself. I have money, so I won't be living on the streets either. I have a fucking god damn job for crying out loud, and I have a apartment already"

I turned back around, and started walking towards the front door, but then I heard my mom say

"You will never get anywhere in life you know that right? Not with that silly photographing job that you get paid $5 dollars an hour, and you'll never get a boyfriend either. I mean look at you, no one will ever date someone with tattoos all over their body. Let's not forget about all of the piercings"

I turned back, and looked at her. My vision got blurry with all of the tears in my eyes. I wiped the falling tears with my hoodie, and said

"For your information, I make $100 dollars an hour for my "silly photographing" business, and I do have a boyfriend, who actually loves my tattoos and piercings"

I turned back around, and opened the front door, but I hear my mom talk once again

"He's probably just like you. A emo fag, who doesn't care about anything else, expect for himself"

I shook my head, wanting to say something, but I decided not to. I walked out of the front door, and never turned back around.

Flashback Over

I sighed, and felt Chris's arms wrapped around me; pulling me into his chest. I buried my head into Chris's chest, and I heard him chuckle. After a few minutes, I hear Chris ask

"Are you okay, baby?" I nodded my head, and said

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just anxious about going"

I saw Chris nod, and I hear him say

"It's going to be okay"

I nodded, and said

"How do you always know how to cheer me up, Chris?"

I looked up at Chris, and saw a little tint of pink on his cheeks. I smiled, and I saw Chris roll his eyes. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just staring at each other. After a few seconds, I hear Chris say

"Well, we better get going. We have a long drive ahead of us"

I got up off of our bed, and said

"It's only a 2 hour drive, Chris"

I saw Chris look at me, and say

"True, but we never go anywhere, unless it's Hot Topic, which is 50 minutes away"

I nodded because it was true. Chris and I never leave the house, unless it's for an important reason. Sometimes, we will go eat out with the guys, but we mostly like to stay in. I started walking down the stairs, when I felt myself being picked up by someone. I looked up, and saw Chris smiling at me. I smiled back, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt Chris walk downstairs, and open the door. I closed my eyes as I felt the sun's heat on my body. Motherfucker. Why does it have to be so fucking hot today?! I slowly opened my eyes, and saw Chris smiling at me. I started blushing, and I flipped Chris off. That motherfucker always makes me blush, but he's my motherfucker. I felt Chris start walking again, and next thing I know he's putting me in the car like a child. I crossed my arms over my chest, and started fake pouting; like a child who doesn't get the candy that they want.

I hear Chris chuckle, and I watch as he closes my door. When he got in his side of the car, I hear him say

"Oh, why is Y\N being pouty?"

I rolled my eyes, and said

"Can we just stay here, Chris?"

I saw Chris shake his head "no", and I hear him say

"Nope"

I rolled my eyes as I felt the car start moving. I was not ready for this at all.

Skip to an hour being in the car

Chris has been driving for an hour, and I keep on growing more anxious each time we get closer. I think Chris noticed that I've been more anxious because I keep on bouncing my legs up and down and I've been biting my fingernails. I continued bouncing my legs, until I felt a hand rest on my thigh. I looked over at Chris, and saw him smiling at me, sympathy. I turned my head, and looked out of the car window. I felt tears slowly fall down my face. I didn't want to see my parents again, after they hurt me for so many years. I felt a hand on my cheek, wiping all of my falling tears. I looked at him, and I hear him say

"Baby, don't cry. If they start saying anything to you, then we'll leave as soon as possible"

I nodded, and kissed his cheek. I saw little bit of blush on his cheeks once again. I giggled, and I saw Chris roll his eyes. I grabbed my phone from my backpack, which was laying next to my feet. I picked up my phone, and turned on Bluetooth, and connected it to Chris's car. The first song that came on was 'Hatefuck'. I turned my head to look at Chris, and saw that he was laughing his ass off. I rolled my eyes, and turned the sound up. I started singing the lyrics to the song with Chris as he continues driving.

Skip to arriving at your parents house

We had just arrived at my parents house, and I'm already starting to flinch. They have never hurt me, but my mom has threatened to before. I grabbed Chris's arm as he pulled into their driveway. He parked the car, and turned to look at me. I felt his hand on my cheek, and I heard him say

"Are you okay, Baby?"

I nodded, and said

"Just nervous. I know that my mom is planning something"

I saw Chris nod, and say

"I'll be right there with you the whole time. If it gets too much, then we will go home, okay"

I nodded, and said

"I love you, Chris"

I saw Chris smile, and I hear him say

"I love you too, babe. I can't wait till you're Mrs. Cerulli"

I smiled at how cute he was. I can't wait to be Chris's wife, and for my name to be Y\N Cerulli. I looked at Chris, and started leaning in. I felt his soft pierced lips on mine pierce lips. I smiled into the kiss. After a few seconds, we backed away, and I hear Chris say

"Okay, let's go inside soon to be Mrs.Cerulli"

I smiled, and opened my door. I got out, and walked over to Chris's side. He took his hand out of his pocket, and held it out for me to hold. I happily took his hand, and wrapped my fingers into his. Here goes nothing. We started walking to the front porch. I took a breath in and out. I saw Chris look at me, and say

"You got this"

I smiled at him, and knocked on the front door. After a few minutes, I see a small shadow looking at us through the glass door. I rolled my eyes, and saw the door open. I couldn't even see the face of my mother before, I was pulled into a hug. Completely ignoring Chris, who was standing right next to me. I pushed my mom off of me, and I hear her scoffed, and say

"Looks like someone hasn't changed"

I rolled my eyes, and said

"Wow, it's nice to see you too, mom"

I saw her roll her eyes, and say

"Come in"

I rolled my eyes, and walked inside; Chris followed behind me. I sighed as I saw the living room. Nothing has changed in this fucking house at all, since I last saw it 2 years ago. I walked over to sit on the couch, but I hear my mom yell

"Y\N DON'T SIT ON THE COUCH, IT'S ONLY FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T HAVE TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS"

I rolled my eyes, and turned back around to find Chris standing there, shaking his head at what my mom had just yelled at me for. I walked over to him, and saw my mom come over to us, and say

"So I'm guessing this is your boyfriend?"

I nodded my head, and said

"Actually fiance, and his name is Chris"

I saw my mom look at me with a disgusting look, and say

"No, I didn't raise my daughter to date a druggie"

I rolled my eyes, and was about to say something, but was cut off with Chris saying

"Mrs. Heeler, I can inform you that I'm not a druggie, and I love your daughter very much ma'm"

I saw my mom roll her eyes again, and say

"You need someone who can provide for you and your future children, so that's why I have someone you can date, instead of this drug addict"

I scoffed, and said

"No, I love Chris and he loves me. You aren't making me date a lawyer, who will cheat on me and fuck their workers. Our future children will have parents who love them, and let them be whoever they want to be"

I saw my mom roll her eyes again, and say

"Well, if you're going to talk to your mother like that, then you can leave and never come back"

I smiled, and said

"Okay, bye mother fucking bitch"

I waved goodbye at her, and took Chris's hand and wrapped my fingers around his. We started walking to his car. When we got into the car, I hear Chris say

"Okay, we're going to Hot Topic, just for baby. You're right, your mom is a fucking full time bitch"

I nodded, and said

"I'm just happy that we aren't invited back"

I heard Chris chuckle as he backed out of their driveway. I felt his hand rest on my thigh, and I heard him say

"I love you, Mrs. Cerulli"

I smiled, and said

"I love you too, Mr. Cerulli"

Maybe it wasn't official, but I loved being Mrs. Cerulli~Motionless🖤

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed reading, and requests are always opened!

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