#ricky bowen smut
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rocks at your window pt. 4 - ricky bowen x reader
disclaimer: this series contains smut and chapter by chapter warnings, so as with all nsfw works, ricky is aged up to 18+!! ricky and reader are 18 and in their senior year
additionally, we're working towards a ricky x therapy plot so he's going to start expressing some symptoms of mental illness and bpd starting in this chapter but I promise he does get therapy eventually and has a good support system (he gets worse before he gets better yk) and obviously i'm not a professional and this is for entertainment so while I have done my research pls take this with a grain of salt!! or several!! /lh
!! contains some spoilers for season 1 of hsmtmts, and previous chapters of this fic !!
wc: 11k I know
genre: smut, slice of life/coming of age, one sided pining, fluff
pairing: ricky bowen x (afab she/her) reader
warnings: NOT PROOF READ AT ALL, more facebook messanger texts we'll politely pretend aren't facebook messanger, protecting carlos and seb during hoco (+ one use of the word homophobia), you're the dolly levi of the friend group, a LOT of hello dolly references??, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, ricky's falling HARD, antagonist!nina, one sided rina angst (like BIG gina angst), big red is ricky's temporary therapist, ricky has bpd, ricky kind of splits on gina??, ricky has anxiety too, dr phil and big red and natalie's emotional support hamster are the only consistant things in anyone's life, drama/general messiness, oral (m + f recieving), sneaky quiet late night don't wake up the parents sex, making out, ricky thinks you smell so good he has to bang you right now, "stay quiet or I stop", switch!ricky, switch!reader, calling ricky a good boy, praise kink, giggly sex, waking up the morning after to an empty bed but not at all on bad terms (and no ghosting)
summary: ricky works up the guts to ask you to homecoming. if you can navigate all the drama, maybe he'll get to rearrange yours after dancing together all night.
song recs: old friend - mitski, 10 minutes ago - cinderella (1997), dancing - hello dolly (1969), in love on valentine's day - paul sandrone, daniel farrant, james knight (spotify link bc it's literally not on youtube??? tracking down this song was a nightmare /lh), you turned the tables on me - billie holiday, born to be brave - nico iaciancio cover (bc that's what I think the original sounds like in canon), soulmate who wasn't meant to be - jess benko, perfume - new hope club
a/n: could I have split this up?? yes but I'm not going to. also congrats 2 me bc I'm officially in the 10k one shot girlie club!! this is the longest thing i've ever written and my eyes are burning. ricky has bpd, I knew from the moment I saw this motherfucker I was like "yup bpd and mommy issues" and I was RIGHT why is no one talking about this also go watch crazy ex girlfriend
EDIT: I FORGOT TO ADD THE LINK TO THE VAMPIRE DIARIES VIDEO YOU REFERENCE IN THE BEGINNING (obvious spoilers for vampire diaries lol)
tags: @yesv01 @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @hopefullhearts @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @matiere-detoiles @ifilwtmfc @uselesssapphickitten @nxstalgicnxbxdy @ggclarissa
There’s no reason to be nervous. Ricky has literally no reason to be nervous. You’ve been together practically 24/7 since… all this began. He ducks his head down and his eyes land on the smooth counter top of the booth you’re sitting in. Heat rushes to his cheeks as it so often does around you, as he remembers all the time you’ve spent together. He tries to pay as much attention as he can to your summary of the video essay on vampire diaries you’d watched while doing homework last night, even though his thoughts are racing, and all centered on you. On asking you something really important - but also like, totally not a big deal or whatever.
“So apparently they just regularly bring characters back from the dead,” you inform him with a laugh, and take a sip of your coffee. He didn’t think people could look particularly cute while sipping something until he met you… until he got close with you.
“Yeah, that’s pretty crazy,” he agrees, hoping he sounds normal. You glance up at him to make sure he’s okay. You can tell he seems a little distracted, and he knows he has to ask you. It’s now or never.
“So…” he begins.
“Yeah?” you lean forward, already invested in what he has to say. God, he loves that. He loves the way you care, really care about what he has to say. He lets out a small, breathy laugh, that you mirror when you hear his.
“So, homecoming is soon,” he smiles, and is pretty sure you know where he’s going with this. Your eyes widen in moderate surprise.
“It is? Already?” you ask, pulling out your phone to check your very messy calendar. “Jesus, I thought we still had a few more weeks…” you muse, and Ricky smiles. God, how can you make everything - even being a little scatterbrained sometimes - so fucking cute?
You look back up from your phone, snapping him back to attention. His breath is shallow.
“So…” he says again, and rubs the palms of his hands up and down his jeans. Why is he so nervous? He has no reason to be nervous. You’re silent, waiting for him to continue in a way that feels patient, encouraging even, instead of critical like it would be from someone else.
“...Do you want to go? To homecoming?”
His heart is in his throat.
“Like, together?” You take another sip. He’s so choked up, so worried you’ll say no. He nods. You smile.
“Hell yeah,” you lean back and pull out your phone to text your mom, who is currently at a PTA meeting, about dress shopping this weekend, biting your lip as you type. Relief turns to elation as you discuss plans, coordinate rides with your friends, and get a plan together. He bounces his leg, getting really excited for all this. He’s never been one for school dances, but with you… it’s a whole different story. He can’t stop looking at you.
“So, what color is your dress going to be? You know, so I can get a tie to match.” A light, happy chuckle dances across the table and you hum in consideration, glancing down at the scone in your hand, your favorite flavor that’s become somewhat of a signature with you and Ricky.
“Peach.”
You both giggle.
“Perfect.” he smiles. You’re going to look so pretty in a peach dress. At homecoming. With him. A burst of kinetic energy waves through him at the thought. The atmosphere is nice, comfortable. It always is with you. You finish the bite of pastry in your mouth.
“You know,” you start, “maybe you should go suit shopping with your dad. It might be nice to have a guy’s day together.”
His mom has been gone for a few weeks now, and he told you how badly his dad is struggling. He means well, it’s just… been hard on him. It might be nice, he thinks, really nice to go out and spend some time with his dad, have some fun. He doesn’t remember the last time they had a day like that together. He’d really like that, if his dad wanted to.
“Yeah,” he agrees, wondering when a good time to bring it up will be, “that would be nice.”
Around the time you’re ready to head home, your phone lights up with a text from your mom, informing you everything at the PTA meeting went great, and she’ll fill you in on the details at home, and you thank her, informing her there’s a hazelnut coffee coming her way.
It’s Friday night, and you have less than 24 hours to homecoming. You’re not sure how you were able to find a dress you actually like in the right color on such short notice, but somehow you managed. You and Ricky have been texting all day, filling each other in on how last minute shopping had been going for each of you. He was shocked at how well today went with his dad. He was bracing himself for the worst for a lot of the afternoon, but the day progressed and nothing bad happened. They even got dinner afterwards.
Now, you’re sitting at your desk, finishing some homework while you facetime each other and fill him in on the whole cast’s plan to be there for Carlos and Seb tomorrow night.
“And, like,” you continue rambling as you wrap up your science worksheet, “it’s so ridiculous that that’s even necessary, you know? Out of all the living things in the world, humans are the only ones who thought to make up homophobia.”
“Right? Worst idea ever,” he muses.
“Exactly!” you exclaim in agreement, looking up at your phone. You mutter something about how stupid people can be, eyes moving down and skimming your paper, double checking your answers one last time. Ricky watches you do this. Your desk light casts a warm glow over you, and he can see some of your posters on the opposite wall from where you have your phone propped up. He knows exactly which ones they are, too. He has every detail of your room - and of you - memorized by now.
He’s supposed to be finishing his english homework, that’s the whole point of facetiming each other this late, to keep each other company while you work. Instead his papers lay discarded on his desk as he watches you, a look of fondness dusting his face. You tap your pencil against each question on your worksheet, eyebrows scrunched, mouthing the answers to yourself as you go. Occasionally you’ll stop, turning to your book to check a chart or vocabulary word, then erase your answer and select a different one.
“And that’s why we proofread,” you mutter to yourself, and Ricky giggles. You look back up at him, smiling, then back at your paper for one last once over.
“Okay, I’m just about done,” you say, putting your homework in your bag to turn in later, with a satisfactory sigh. Ricky glances at the time. It’s getting late already. He’s torn between wanting to make sure you get enough sleep, and wanting to talk to you all night. He watches you rub your eyes, suppressing a yawn.
“We should probably go to bed now,” it’s more of a question, but you agree anyway. You pick up your phone and walk into your bathroom, grabbing your toothbrush as you say your drawn out good nights.
Ricky thought he was nervous asking you to homecoming? Turns out that’s nothing compared where he is now, waiting for you in your foyer. Somehow your house had become the unofficial get ready spot for the girls and Carlos, and meet up place for everyone else. So that’s where Ricky finds himself, barely unable to socialize or talk with his friends, all his thoughts preoccupied with you. He hasn’t seen you all day; you and the girls have been getting ready together, and he’s been trying to teach Big Red to dance all day.
Ashlyn comes down first. Her bubbly presence immediately eases some of the tension in the atmosphere from Ricky and EJ having to wait together in such close quarters. She waits with them for the others while they finish getting ready. It doesn’t slip past Ricky how nervous Big Red suddenly gets when she comes down the staircase.
Natalie is next - almost. Half way down the stairs, a snap resonates off the walls, and she freezes. She looks down at her left shoe, the heel of which has completely snapped off.
“Oh my god,” she mutters, and walks carefully back up to your room. A minute later, presumably after she informs you about her wardrobe malfunction, Ricky hears your voice, faint and bouncing off the stairwell.
“It’s okay, that’s the risk you take with stilettos,” you say, trying to calm her justified panic. He hears you say something about how Margot Robbie broke a heel at an award show a few years ago as your bedroom door closes again.
The door opens, and Carlos appears at the landing. His face falls slightly as he realizes Seb isn’t here yet.
“It’s okay, he’s probably going to meet up with us at school.” Ricky comforts.
“Yeah,” he agrees with a laugh at his own nervousness, “yeah, you’re probably right.” Carlos takes a deep breath, and Ricky notices the swirly, metallic red pattern on his suit.
“You look great, man,” He says, hoping to take Carlos’s mind off the unexpected radio silence from Seb. The comment is appreciated, but seems to catch him off guard.
“Thanks,” he replies, “dude,” he punctuates with a friendly - very awkward - punch to Ricky’s arm. It’s more of a nudge, but he appreciates the sense of comradery nonetheless.
Footsteps echo down the stairs, and Ricky looks up, stomach twisting in anticipation. Natalie emmerges, much more carefully this time. She greets everyone, then starts talking to Ashlyn about the shoe incident. Ricky is trying really, really hard not to look like he’s waiting for you, but it feels almost impossible to focus on anything else.
Finally, several painfully long minutes later, he hears the click of high heels approaching the steps. He walks to the bottom of the stairs, heart thumping as you round the corner, and all the breath is pulled from his lungs at the sight of you. You descend the stairs, hair and dress flowing and bouncing with every step, glowing under the chandelier light. Your dress, mid length and flouncy, a peachy champagne that compliments your hair and skin tone perfectly, shimmers subtly when you move, glistening like starlight.
Your makeup is understated and glowy, bringing out every beautiful feature you have - which is all of them. Your hair is perfect, glossy and voluminous. Your earrings look like little pink silk flowers, and there are matching, larger silk flowers on the side of your heels. Your nails are manicured a soft peachy pink, with little sparkling accents. You even smell like peaches, he realizes, subconsciously taking a step closer to the bottom of the stairs as you get closer. You seem to descend in slow motion as Ricky takes in every detail.
Your expression mirrors his the moment you see him. You did not expect him to look that good in a suit. It couldn’t fit better, the cut and seams of the dark fabric perfectly accentuating his physique. His tie matches your dress, the same shade of peach, and you bite back a smile. The expression on his face can only be described as a breathless wow, and it’s something you'll never forget. Your cheeks are warm and suddenly it all feels real. You find yourself very excited to have fun at homecoming with him tonight.
You finally float down to the bottom of the stairs, stopping in front of him. It’s quiet for a moment, as you take each other in, face to face. You’re both struggling to find the words, thrown off guard by the energy in the air, by each other. Behind you, Ashlyn claps awkwardly.
“Alright, everyone ready to go?”
You and Ricky both giggle at the same time, and his chest warms at how in sync you are.
“Yeah,” You confirm, smiling over at Ashlyn and grabbing Ricky’s arm in a way that makes his heart palpitate, “let’s go.”
Standing with you on the dance floor, his hand on your waist as you attempt to teach him how to waltz, Ricky is so thankful for homecoming, for an opportunity to be close to you like this.
“I told you,” he laughs, enamored with your optimistic determination, “I can’t dance.”
“Yes,” you smile, “you can. You just haven’t had the right teacher.” His cheeks flush at your words, the feeling of your hands on his, and he’s hit with the sudden memory of the last time your lips were on his neck.
“I think you’re probably right about that…” he mutters under his breath. You bite back a smile, adjusting the position of his hand on your waist. You step closer, and his heart beats faster. He watches your face closely as you explain the basics of a waltz, a box step.
“Like in ‘Dancing’ from Hello Dolly.” you smile, eyes widening at the blank look on his face. “Oh my god, it’s a musical classic! Carol Channing played Dolly in the original broadway cast in ‘64, then Barbra Streisand in the film adaptation in ‘69.”
“Wow,” he smiles. He loves when you talk about theatre and Broadway, loves the way your eyes light up. “They’re like, really famous, right?” You let out a light hearted scoff.
“Broadway legends.” You smile, “The movie was directed by Gene Kelly, too, it’s amazing. We should watch it this weekend, if you want to,” you look up at him, eyes glittering under the soft twinkling lights.
“Yeah,” Ricky laughs, “definitely.”
After a moment, you remember why you brought Hello Dolly up in the first place.
“Right,” you say, memory jogged, “there’s a song called ‘Dancing’ where Dolly is teaching Cornelius and Barnaby how to dance so they can impress these girls who work at a ladies hat shop-”
“Cornelius and Barnaby?” he asks with a laugh.
“It takes place in 1890!” you say, jokingly defensive.
“Right,” he agrees, “so a… ladies hat shop…?”
“Totally era appropriate.”
You’re both giggling, trying not to be too loud. You lean your head forward, resting it on his shoulder. The sound of your laughter, the feeling of your head resting against him brings back that warm feeling he always gets around you. It takes you a moment to regain your composure. It’s been like this all night, the conversation flowing like a river, always making each other laugh over something or other.
“So,” you begin, once again ready to dance with him, “put your hand on her waist and stand.” You recite, moving his hand from your back to your waist and adjusting your posture.
“With her right-” you hesitate, making sure you have the correct hand, then continue, “in your left hand. And…” You step back with your left foot, motioning for him to follow, then back and out with your right, then together.
“One… two… three…”
You repeat the steps.
“One… two… three…”
And again.
“One… two… three…”
You look up at him, your smile blinding.
“Look, you’re dancing!”
He looks up at you, excited, disbelieving that he got it so quickly.
“Wait, that’s it?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah,” you nod, “see? I told you you can dance.” You start to move again, and he follows, hesitant but slowly getting the hang of it. After a second, he says your name, voice quiet and still watching the ground.
“Can you keep singing? It’s making it a lot easier…” he chuckles, hoping you can’t tell how much he loves hearing your voice.
So you do. You sing quietly, just enough for him to hear, about dancing and how it’s the perfect excuse to hold someone you like close to you, as you waltz carefully around the room. An electric, intimate feeling ties you together as you weave through the room. It's like something clicked, he thinks, because it makes sense. This, dancing, makes sense. He’s pulled from his epiphany by your melodic voice.
"We should do Hello Dolly, it would be so fun!" You giggle.
"Yeah?" He asks, smile mirroring yours, "Who would you play?" You let out a light hearted huff, considering.
"I would love to play Dolly," you admit. You had always hoped to portray the classic role, dreaming of being able to follow in the footsteps of other iconic actresses like Carol Channing and Barbra Streisand. You barely get the sentence out when Ricky nods, agreeing.
"You would make an amazing Dolly." You laugh, cheeks warm, flattered by his response.
"Who do you think I should be?" He asks, that playful energy flowing comfortably between you as he raises his arm, spinning you around.
"Well," you begin with a laugh, "if you played Cornelius we’d get to waltz together. But if you played Horace and I played Dolly we'd get married at the end."
His heart squeezes at your words, imagination already taking off like a wild horse. Again, your melodic voice pulls him back down to earth.
"But playing Irene would be fun too…" you sigh, twirling in his arms again, your dress glittering under the soft lights. Your hands return to their previous position resting on his shoulder and your waist, free hands clasped together, and you begin to move in tandem. You twirl and float around the room, feeling the music wrap around you like a warm blanket in autumn.
In that beautiful moment between the two of you, he doesn’t just understand dancing, he realizes, he loves it. Like, a lot. He loves this, being close to you. He loves the connection between you, and he wants to keep dancing with you all night.
He giggles, twirling you around in his arms again. On your way around, you see Carlos behind you at your table holding up his phone, a smile on his face. You’re glad he seems okay; Seb still hasn’t shown up and everyone’s been worried about both of them. A split second later, you’re back in Ricky’s arms, and your heart soars at the smile on his face. You’d been hoping dancing together at homecoming might help him in rehearsals. Based on how well he’s doing - and how much fun he seems to be having - you can tell your hunch was correct.
After a few more songs, you begin to make your way back to your table. Ricky’s hand settles on your back, guiding you through the crowd. Two more people are seated there than when you left, and your eyes widen.
“Oh my god.” you say quietly, “Gina and EJ came together?”
Ricky glances up, gaze almost immediately turning back to you as you get closer.
“Oh, they did? I didn’t notice.”
Fighting to maintain her poker face, Gina’s stomach drops at his words. Her eyes dart between you and Ricky, the way he’s looking at you. She grips her clutch tighter. This is really, really bad for her. Gina barely had a plan for making Ricky jealous and freaked out so he’d quit the show to begin with. She definitely did not plan on you waltzing into the picture - literally - and stealing away all of his attention. He can’t get jealous if all of his focus is on you. A sinking feeling begins to invade the pit of her stomach.
Ricky’s phone buzzes with a text from his dad.
“Hey,” he says, showing you the screen, “which shirt do you like better?”
He’s been filling you in on his dad’s hot date he has tonight, and you’re both very relieved to see that he’s doing okay, putting himself out there. You look at the pictures, and consider.
“Hmm… the second one.” you conclude.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” he agrees easily. He loves how you always seem to be on the same page.
“Wow,” comes EJ’s voice from across the table. He sounds really stiff. “I had no idea you were each other’s dates to homecoming.” He states, sharing a quick look with Gina he hopes no one notices.
“Yeah, we are,” Ricky smiles, “we’re each other’s dates.” He doesn’t think it would be too far fetched to say you’re… dating.
“Yep, partners in crime.” You smile, showing off your plastic ring. Ricky holds up his, kept on a chain, sitting right over his heart.
“Aw,” Carlos says, an almost bittersweet undercurrent to his voice, “you guys are so cute.” He gestures for you to lean closer to each other. “Let me get a pic for my story!”
Ricky does not need to be told twice. He throws his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you hold his arm and giggle. It’s the perfect shot, the sincerity of the fun you’re having evident in the photo.
Gina runs her tongue over her teeth. She really does not like that.
Across town, sitting at a table in a shitty karaoke spot, Nina scrolls through instagram while Kourtney rants about the bitch who criticized her costume suggestions. Something about a lime green sweater? She’s not really paying attention, she’s too distracted by the hideous dress that Gina’s wearing. And the fact that she went to hoco with Nina’s ex boyfriend.
“Look at this,” she says, showing Kourtney her phone. “She looks like she’s wearing a bedazzled tablecloth.” Kourtney looks at her phone, disapproval written all over her face.
“And,” Nina says, gearing up to point out the obvious jab at her, “she’s with EJ.”
Kourtney knows where this is going. Before Nini can go off about how obviously Gina has it out for her, she takes a sip of her drink.
“Is there anything on their stories?”
She taps EJ’s story and it’s just a boomerang of the food.
“No, just-” Carlos’s story plays next and Nina almost pukes. Right there on her screen is Ricky, kissing your cheek, leaning into you like a cat. You’re in an unfortunately gorgeous dress, grinning so sincerely, your nose effortlessly scrunched. Next is a video of you two dancing. Like, really, properly dancing. She can’t believe you got him to dance - he doesn’t even dance in rehearsal when he’s supposed to! She watches the two of you ballroom dancing around the gym, breath speeding up slightly at the realization that he’s actually good. The sick pit forming in her stomach grows as she rewatches the video again. She wants to know why, after all the practice, all the failed attempts and his reluctance, why it works when you do it? Why isn’t she good enough? She dwells in the feeling for a few minutes. She scrolls through a few more hoco posts before finding one that has your account tagged. It’s private.
“Kourt,” she says, showing her her phone, “you need to follow her.”
“Why?” Kourtney asks.
“So I can see what’s on her instagram.” Nina says. She can’t let you know she’s lurking, so the obvious solution is to lurk through Kourtney’s account. Kourtney sighs. She requests to follow you.
A few feet away from your table, Ashlyn gives you a look, gesturing subtly to Carlos, then to the hallway. Seb still isn’t here.
“Hey,” you say quietly to Ricky, “I’ll be right back.” you smile, eyes flicking over to Ashlyn and Carlos.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, watching you leave with them to give Carlos a pep talk. A soft smile kisses the corners of Ricky’s mouth, watching you in utter adoration. He lets out a small sigh, gaze lingering on where you stood even after you’re out of sight.
Gina watches him watch you, his dark auburn hair glowing in the warm twinkle lights strung up throughout the gym. His eyes seem to sparkle with joy when he finally tears his gaze away, staring absentmindedly at the table.
“EJ,” she says, “could you get me some punch, babe?”
“Uh,” he says, clearly unused to the term of endearment, “sure… babe.” He heads over to the drinks, the tension between them thinly veiled. This seems to snap Ricky out of whatever his train of thought was, and he scoots closer to Gina. She watches him lean closer to her and begin speaking in a low, almost strangely intimate tone of voice.
"Hey, you know EJ went through Nini’s phone before they broke up, right?”
She raises her eyebrows.
“Just… you know, be a little careful around him.”
“I can take care of myself, Ricky.” She states incredulously.
“Yeah, of course you can.” he says, head tilted to the side with a little smile, like it should be obvious, “You’re so talented and ambitious, and - honestly, way too good for him.” He mutters the last part, but she definitely hears it.
“You’re way too cool to get your heart broken by a guy who plays water polo.” He says, drawing a reflexive laugh out of her.
“Just… take care of yourself.” he concludes, locking eyes with her before moving back to his seat. It’s only for a moment, but long enough for her to commit the color to memory.
“Right.” she says, working harder than she usually has to to keep her expression neutral.
Later, between dances, you and Ricky catch your breath at the snack table. You take a sip of your drink, eyes landing on Gina and EJ, who are very obviously arguing. You nudge Ricky, motioning over to them.
“What are they saying? Wrong answers only.”
He considers, then begins to narrate in his best EJ impression.
“Ugh, Gina! Stop moving! I haven’t posted on instagram in 35 seconds and blurry so doesn’t fit my theme.”
You try to stifle the loud, beautiful laugh that brings warmth to his cheeks and a smile to his lips as your eyes lock, sharing a look so close he never wants to look away.
“I said wrong answers only…” you say through muffled giggles. He stares at you, fixated. He’s blinded by your warmth, your beauty, and he can’t look away from you. His attention is snapped back to where it had been when you gasp dramatically, shock written all over your face. He follows your gaze to EJ, who’s dripping with punch, and Gina, who’s storming away from him.
“...Oh my god.” you say, already dissolving into laughter again, Ricky following suit.
Soon you’re dancing again, pressed up against each other, swaying gently to the oldies playing softly over the speakers. Ricky can feel your body heat, smell your shampoo, and the way it mixes with your sweet peachy perfume. You smell so good, he thinks he could probably get high off you alone. His hand rests firmly on your back, holding you close to him, and his fingertips brush over the exposed skin peeking out over the straps of your dress. He traces your shoulder blades, your spine, feeling how close together your hearts are beating. One of your arms is wrapped around him, your head resting on his shoulder. Both your free hands are intertwined, and he loves the feeling of your fingers intertwining with his. He’s steeped in a hazy sort of ecstasy, spurred further on by your warm little breaths tickling his neck.
He lets out a soft sigh, more content than he’s probably ever been. He feels you smile against his blazer when he traces the outline of the back of your dress. You hum softly to the music, singing along to a few of the words. He’s not surprised that you know this song, of course you would know a song this pretty and romantic. He hopes he’ll remember to ask you the name of it later. Dancing, he realizes, isn’t just fun - it’s amazing. He loves dancing. He loves dancing with you. After a few moments, he realizes there’s not many people on the dance floor. He doesn’t get why so many guys don’t like slow dancing; when you really love someone, isn’t any reason to hold them close to you a good one? He thinks it is. His heart flutters when you let out a breathy sigh against his skin.
You adjust your head on Ricky’s shoulder, watching Carlos across the room. He looks so… melancholic. You should go check on him. And Gina. And probably EJ. Christ, tonight has been a lot. You adjust your head again, facing towards him.
“We should check on Gina,” you say reluctantly, murmuring into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He loves when you do that, loves how you know when people are hurting and what to do about it. But right now, he really, really does not want to let go of you for anyone or anything. Maybe it’s selfish, he thinks, maybe it’s selfish for wanting you all to himself like this, but he just can’t bring himself to let go of you yet. Maybe he deserves to be a little selfish sometimes. Maybe he should just give himself permission to do whatever makes him feel better. He holds you tighter, face burying into your neck.
“After this song,” he breathes, eyes fluttering closed in your embrace. You nod gently.
“Okay,” you agree, voice so low he can barely hear it.
Eventually the final piano chords sound, and he holds you tight as the last few, painfully bittersweet notes reverberate through the room. The song ends, and he lets go of you slower and more reluctantly than he’s done anything.
You sigh, tracing your hands on his shoulders, slowly coming out of that cozy trance like state you’ve been in together.
“Okay,” you start, “let’s split up. I’ll check on Carlos, you can check on Gina, and I’ll have Ashlyn check on EJ cause they’re cousins.”
He agrees, hit with a sudden wave of nerves about the confrontation. You can sense his hesitation.
“What should I say?” he asks, with a chuckle. He’d told you about how he warned Gina about EJ earlier in the evening, which you had agreed was totally the right move. He told you how she seemed irritable after the interaction, and wondered if he’d done anything wrong, if he could have handled it better. “I don’t think so”, you had said with a sad shrug, “some people just refuse to acknowledge the person they’re dating is kind of shitty.”
You’re right, he realized, now ready to approach this with more compassion and less confrontation. You think for a second, then reply.
“You can apologize if what you said before came off wrong, that you didn’t mean anything bad by it.”
“Okay,” he nods.
“And try to relate to her - you’re new to theatre, she’s new to east high, you gotta stick together, you know?”
“Right.”
You send him a thumbs up as you part ways, looking for Carlos. After chatting with Carlos, he left to get some water. You see Ricky approaching you through the crowd, and stand up from your table, meeting him halfway.
“How’d it go?” you ask. He seems hesitant.
“She asked for a ride home.” Your eyes go wide with understanding. He knew you’d get what’s going on, you always know just what to do.
“Oh, dude, the last thing she probably wants right now is to get in a car with EJ.” Ricky thinks that’s the last thing anyone would want. “If you want you can give her a ride, then come back and we can keep dancing.” He smiles, and agrees. Any plan that ends with dancing with you more sounds like a good plan to him. You quickly fill him in on how things are going with the Carlos/Seb situation in spite of its anticlimactic nature - no one can get a hold of Seb, and Carlos is really, really regretting this whole thing. You and Ashlyn are going to try and hype him up and turn the night around for him so it’s not a totally horrible memory to look back on, and Ricky agrees that’s a good plan.
“I’ll be back really soon so I can help you guys out,” he says, hoping to extend the conversation a little, to stand close to you and talk confidentially with you just a little more. You smile, looking relieved at his support, and it makes his heart flutter. You touch his arm, sending him a knowing look.
“We need all the help we can get, so thank you.” you state with a chuckle. He tries not to be obvious, but he knows he can’t hide his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. He hopes you don’t notice.
You really didn’t expect to be the glue holding everyone together tonight, but you love your friends, so you’re not complaining. After a lengthy conversation with Carlos about how amazing he is regardless of who he is or isn’t seeing, and that there will be so many guys throwing themselves at him after high school, you finally get him out of his funk a little. You were about to go dance together and have a good time, because he shouldn’t let anything ruin his homecoming, when Natalie scurried over to you holding the side of her dress.
“It snagged on the back of a chair and my whole leg is out, Angelina Jolie style.” She says in a rush, clearly getting more freaked out. You and Carlos share a look.
“It’s okay,” you say gently, “I have a sewing kit in my bag and I can have you fixed up in two minutes flat.” You look over at Carlos again, making sure he’ll be okay. He confirms silently, nudging you two towards the doors.
“You go fix this wardrobe malfunction,” he says, already trying to pull out of the funk he’d been stuck in all night, “I’m going to warm up the dance floor. When you get back, get ready to dance your heart out.”
He’s not all the way there, but he’s trying. You both agree, and you send him one last encouraging look before moving carefully to the hallway, trying not to let Natalie’s dress rip any more than it already is. You look back one last time as you pass through the doors, and finally, Carlos is out on the dance floor. You smile, excited to dance with him once you get back.
“God, I wish I had my hamster right now…” Natalie mutters, and you know if she needs her emotional support hamster, it’s pretty bad.
A few minutes later, you have your sewing kit and Natalie’s dress is back to its former glory. She has on a fresh coat of lip gloss, just finished showing you pictures of her hamster, and is ready to head back out. You stay behind to touch up your makeup a little, telling her you’ll be right behind her. As you’re walking back out, someone turns the corner at the other end of the hallway. You freeze in place, eyes growing wide as they land on none other than Seb. He smiles nervously, raising a hand to wave at you. Before he can, you let out a shocked squeak, scurrying back into the gym. His heart sinks. He hopes you don’t hate him, and he’s really worried Carlos is going to.
When you enter, you see Carlos dancing his heart out. You don’t have time to be relieved, weaving your way through the crowd to Mr. Mazzara. You slam your hands on the table, avoiding the sound and light equipment he’s managing.
“Mr. Mazzara!” He looks up at you, startled, as you begin to explain in a rush. He looks at you, a pleading puppy dog look written on your face, and sighs.
“I suppose that’s fine…” he says, making a few adjustments to the switch board in front of him.
“Thank you!” you say quietly, before running onto the dance floor. Carlos is finally in his element. He dances beautifully to the music, free and expressive. Right when the beat drops, a circle of spotlights go up. One lands on him, the other lands across the room on Seb, and they lock eyes in a moment that can only be described as magical. Ashlyn looks at the scene, straight out of a movie, then over to you. You high five her.
“Nice!” she whispers. You can see it between them, the energy, the chemistry, the electricity. You look at Ashlyn, nodding toward your table. You both sit down, giving them some time to talk and catch up. You try to be subtle as you watch them talk, not close enough to eavesdrop, but watching their expressions, gaging how it's going. They're smiling, then they're laughing, and soon they're dancing together. It's going well, you think. You can't wait for Carlos to fill you in later.
Sitting in Gina's driveway, a surprisingly more comfortable energy in the air than either of them had expected, Ricky tries to think of how to say what he wants to say.
"Not quite the evil mansion with wrought-iron and gargoyles you were picturing?" She asks, a hopeful playfulness to her voice. She almost sounds nervous.
"What? No…" he says. The comment takes him by surprise, snapping him back to attention. "...Well maybe some gargoyles." His joking tone and comforting energy has her giggling. She doesn't remember the last time she giggled. She feels his eyes on her, and tries not to look over at him. She does anyway.
"You're not that bad, you know." He muses. She tries to control her breathing. She doesn't say anything.
"Also," he continues, looking back over at the windshield, "I should thank you for that night at the skatepark, keeping me in the show. It means a lot, it's… a really big deal to me." He looks up and left at the top of the car window, mind already wandering about how if he had quit, he never would have gotten close to you like this, never would have fallen in… your arms the way he had that night. He can't imagine you not being in his life, and he has Gina to thank in part for that. He feels a sense of gratitude blooming for her. They talk a little more, and the feeling grows; Gina really is not that bad. He can feel a friendly bond growing between them, a sense of comradery.
"So… now is probably a good time to ask about the whole drink thing," he starts with a chuckle. She ducks her head, equal parts embarrassed at her actions, and that he saw her at such a low moment. She lets out a sigh. The gesture reminds him of something you might do. He thinks you two would be good friends. He’s already imagining what you’ll say when he fills you in on all this, he’s excited to get your opinion.
“...My mom moves around a lot for work. Like, a lot…”
Once she starts, she can’t stop, and it’s not long before she’s unintentionally spilled her guts and her life story to him. She wishes she could stop talking, but it’s like she totally lost her filter with him. She’s always been so reserved, so calculated, and now she doesn’t even have time to think before the words are already spilling out. It’s a new feeling, being so candid with someone, and an unsettling one.
She risks a glance over at Ricky, who’s just… listening to her. Taking in what she says. That somehow makes her more nervous than if he’d just ignored her or told her to shut up already. She wishes someone would tell her to shut up, she wishes she could. She finally gets to the end of her never ending stream of consciousness, and she’s stunned as they sit in the silence, Ricky really absorbing her words, her feelings. He reaches over and grabs her hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze before letting go - a mannerism he picked up from you. Heat floods her chest, prickly and almost painful, hyper aware of where his skin just touched hers.
“You know, you-” She’ll never know what he was going to say, his words are cut short by the porch lights flashing through the windshield. Gina’s stomach sinks. She doesn’t want to go inside yet. She doesn’t want this moment to be over, but she has to listen to her mom. She reaches for the door, then hesitates. She turns back to Ricky, desperate to try one more time, to put herself out there, to plant some roots.
“I meant what I said at the skate park… about you having your own style.”
He smiles, looking down with a breathy chuckle. His leg is bouncing slightly, he can’t wait to get back to school and dance with you more, spend the rest of this magical night with you.
“Thank you, that’s-” He’s cut off again, this time by the kiss Gina presses to his cheek. She’s out of the car and inside before he can look at her face. She holds her coat tight around her against the chilly rain beginning to drizzle down, and a second later, the front door closes and she’s inside.He lets out another chuckle, different this time. ‘That was weird.’ He thinks. He barely has the thought before his stomach drops, a sick, cold fear clutching him. What if you find out Gina kissed him? What if you find out and you hate him, what if he breaks your heart into a million pieces without trying? Or worse, what if you lose interest in him because you think he likes Gina? He can feel himself panicking at the idea, unable to stop the onslaught of all too real feeling anxieties wracking his mind, creating a pit in his stomach as he peels out of the driveway and makes his way back to school.
No, no, that’s not going to happen. He’s not going to lose you because he’s not able to express how much he cares about you. He’s not going to let that happen. Trying to hold this panic at bay, he pulls out his phone as he walks through the parking lot towards the school again. How to show someone you love them. He types the words into google, skimming article titles, reddit threads, quora responses, until he finds himself at the gym doors. He sees you across the room, dancing in a group with Carlos, Ashlyn, Natalie, and Seb. ‘Oh, Seb’s here. That’s good,’ he thinks, a momentary relief that at least one or two fires had been put out tonight. He spots Big Red on the opposite side of the room, and makes his way over to him carefully, trying not to be seen by you. He can’t be around you until he figures this out, he can’t hurt you like this.
Ricky approaches Big Red with an intense energy he has trouble reading, before Ricky starts to speak.
“Dude,” he says, voice intense and hushed, “Gina kissed me on the cheek.”
“That’s great!”
“No, it’s not!” Ricky says, clearly very frazzled. Okay, that’s where this is going.
“That’s awful!” Red course corrects as Ricky fills him in on the car ride with Gina. As he tells Red everything that happened, Ricky finds himself kind of hating Gina right now. Why would she do this to him, why would she put him in this position? Does she hate him or something? He thinks she must, there’s no other reason for her to sabotage his relationship with you like this. She must hate him if she’s trying to ruin the most important thing in his life.
“Listen, I really, really like her…” his eyes keep flicking over to you, gaze magnetized by your presence, “like, a lot. How can I make sure I don’t fuck this up? Because I can not fuck up with her.”
“Woah, man,” Red starts, trying to help Ricky ground himself a little, “chill out. In all fairness, cheek kisses can be platonic.”
“Right,” Ricky nods, starting to feel assured, and Red continues.
“So, if Gina wants to date you when you’re… kind of seeing someone, she has to make that more clear to you.”
“Right.” Ricky states, agreeing. He really hopes she doesn’t.
“I think you’re okay,” Red says, sensing his energy changing already, “just make sure she knows how much you like her. Make it really, objectively obvious.”
Yeah. He just has to make it obvious.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he says to Red, his eyes locked on you as you laugh at something Carlos says, making his stomach twist and tingle, “I just have to make sure she knows how much… I like her.”
Red watches him make his way over to you, a spring in his step and a plan in his mind. Thank god for Dr. Phil, Red thinks, or else there’s no way he’d be able to help his friends navigate all their drama. He chuckles at the thought, watching Ashlyn fix the strap of your dress.
Ricky checks his phone one more time on the way over, looking over a chart of love languages one more time. He’s not sure what your love language is, so he’ll just have to try all of them and see what you seem to like best. Gift giving and acts of service aren’t really options right now, so tonight he’ll focus on words of affirmation, physical touch, and quality time. If he has to drown you in all five love languages at once to make sure you know how he feels about you, he will.
“Hey,” he starts, watching your reaction nervously, scared you somehow already hate him. You turn around at the sound of his voice, eyes lighting up.
“Hey!” you smile, “You’re back!” you grab his arm, pulling him in closer to the group.
“Seb’s here,” you say, and he smiles, relieved at your reaction.
“Hey, man,” he smiles.
“Fill me in later,” you say quietly, referring to giving Gina a ride, and he nods, a little bit ready to forget the whole thing.
Now that all the drama, wardrobe malfunctions, and late entrances are out of the way, you and what remains of your friends spend the rest of the night like you intended; dancing, laughing, and taking great pictures together. Later on into the night, everyone’s just about had their fill of fun and the party starts winding down. You split up, most of your friends piling into the Salt Lake slices delivery van so Red can drop them off. After some more hugs and laughs, you finally part ways, climbing into the passenger seat of his orange Volkswagen Beetle.
His heart is thumping as you grab his hand and squeeze it a little once you’re on your way back to his house, causing a fresh wave of heat to rise to his face, and god he's nervous right now. His mind is still screaming at him that you're going to hate him, that he has to prove his feelings to you. He lets out a small little laugh at the gesture.
“Well,” you start, tired from the night, but thriving off the energy between you, “that could have gone way worse…”
“Yeah,” he laughs, nodding in agreement. You talk for the whole drive back to his place. You’d planned on staying over tonight since Ricky was driving and you figured it would be late, plus your mom’s car is at the mechanic so she’s using yours until some time tomorrow. You exchange sleepy chuckles as he parks. He checks his phone one more time as you leave the car, opening an article of women submitting stories about how they knew a guy loved them in a new tab. He sees a text from his dad - the date went well, he hopes Ricky and you had a good time at homecoming, and he’s going to bed so try to keep the noise down when you get back.
“My dad’s asleep,” he says softly, unlocking the door. He guides you inside, hand resting low on your back, and closes the door quietly behind him. Walking quietly from his foyer to his room shouldn’t have been a problem, but standing in the darkness with Ricky, you both suddenly find it hard not to start giggling. Hushing each other, you quickly sneak up the stairs past Mr. Bowen’s room, down the hall to Ricky’s room. He barely closes the door and flicks the lock closed before dissolving into giggles. You kick off your heels, glad to finally take them off, and grab a makeup wipe from your bag. He digs through his clothes for a second before handing you a big t-shirt to sleep in.
“Thanks,” you say, throwing away the makeup wipes. He gazes at you, watching you transition from formal and made up to casual and comfortable, your beauty unwavering. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone as pretty as you before. You watch him take off his jacket and tie, and undo the first button or two of his shirt. The action sends butterflies to your stomach and heat to your core. You glance away. You stand up, seeing if you can reach the zipper of your dress. Before you can ask, you feel Ricky behind you.
“Need some help with that?” He asks, closer to your ear than you’d expected and resting his hands on your waist. You both chuckle.
“Yeah,” you state, voice low and soft. He moves slowly, unzipping the back of your dress, careful not to snag the delicate fabric. You feel the bodice loosen around you, the end of the zipper stopping at the small of your back. He doesn’t move away. You can feel his breath fan over your shoulder, hand still resting on your waist.
His face is so close to yours, and he mutters your name softly before pressing a kiss to your jawline, then another and another. He moves down, burying his face in your neck as he continues to press hot, open mouthed kisses against your skin. He breathes in your perfume, peachy and sweet and intoxicating. He nips at your neck causing you to gasp, his hands moving below the draping fabric and directly onto your warm skin. You sigh at the contact. He pulls you closer to him, holding you tight as he sucks on your neck. Your dress is slipping off your shoulders, barely on at all anymore, as he begins to feel you up, touching you and caressing you so tenderly.
“Ricky,” you sigh. Your voice sounds so pretty when you’re like this.
“God, I-” he breathes, barely catching the words before they’re out. He lets out a nervous laugh, causing you to giggle in his grasp. He shushes you through his own laughter, his hands never ceasing the way they rome over your body.
"We have to be quiet," he says, turning you around in his arms, pressing himself up against you, trying so, so hard not to kiss you yet.
"I can be quiet…" you state, a jokingly incredulous tone in your voice. You stare each other down, and he tries not to break first, tries not to smile or laugh, but god, it’s impossible not to smile when he looks at you. Before he can crack, before he loses all composure and bares his soul for you, places his heart eternally in your hands to do as you please with, he pivots.
"Yeah?" He asks, and you feel the energy change, growing electric between you. "Is that a challenge?"
His tone is dangerous and he watches your eyes get wide. A second later he has you pinned against his mattress, pressing playful nips and kisses against your skin as muffled giggles and sighs escape your pretty mouth. His hands move down, grabbing your exposed skin as he kisses you harder and harder, riling the both of you up. You tear off the little remaining clothes either of you has on and he begins to roll his hips against you, grinding his hot, throbbing member against your heat. You let out a breathy moan, louder than before, as he continues to rock his hips against yours.
“That wasn’t very quiet,” he murmurs into your ear between kisses to your cheek and jawline. Your chest vibrates against his, and a wave of relief washes through him. You don’t hate him. He loves that feeling he gets when he makes you laugh, he wants to make you do it again.
“I can stay quiet,” you insist, already swept away by his touch, distracted by the warm kisses and bites he’s planting on your neck and chest. You’re even more distracted by the feeling of his fingers making their way down, brushing against your clit as they come into contact with the arousal dripping down your folds. He smiles, realizing if he can get you this turned on, this touchy, you must like him. He pushes his fingers in, finally met again with the cathartic feeling of your cushy, bumpy walls squeezing and folding around him. Arousal gushes, dripping down his fingers as he begins to stimulate the tight, sensitive muscles stretching around his fingers. He dwells on the feeling for a moment, maybe two, before you’re moaning again. It makes him laugh.
“I sure hope you can,” he says, another dangerously playful look on his face, “cause if you get too loud…” He watches you for a split second, hanging on his words, anticipation written across your face, “I’m gonna stop.”
Your stomach flip flops, exploding with butterflies at his words. Before you can look at his face, before you can gauge how serious he is about following through on his threat, his lips are on yours again. He kisses you, mouth open, tongue already prodding into your mouth. You’re lucky, you think, that he’s unintentionally muffling your noises with his mouth. You’re really lucky, because he quickly finds your g-spot, and there are a couple moans you couldn’t hold back if your life depended on it.
Every sigh, every gasp, every beautiful heart pounding moan Ricky elicits from you sends a fresh wave of relief and reassurance through him. You don’t hate him, and you’re not going to. You could never when he’s this good, this devoted to you. It’s impossible for him not to be when you’re so good to him. You’re so responsive to his touch, you’re totally on the same wavelength.
You must know what he’s telling you through his actions, through the way he looks at you, the words he’s had to bite back from spilling out more than once. You wouldn’t be dripping down his fingers and moaning into his mouth and grabbing at him like this, you wouldn’t be in his bed if you didn’t feel the way he does about you - or even something close to it. He’ll happily take whatever you want to give him. Of course he wants it all, he wants to completely take over your heart, but just a little bit will keep him happy until he can.
“Right there,” you whine against his lips, “fuck, just like that… feels so good…” you mutter.
‘See?’ he thinks, ‘You don’t say stuff like that if you don’t like someone a lot, much less moan it…’
It’s working. His plan to not lose you is working, he just has to make you cum so hard you can’t think straight, as many times as possible. And he’s going to, because there’s no way he can risk losing you. So he brings up his thumb, rubbing it over your clit as he curls his fingers against your gummy walls. It’s euphoric and overwhelming, and you barely have time to tug his hair before you’re cumming and pulsing around his fingers.
You squeeze and clamp tight around him, and he can’t resist anymore. He needs his tongue inside you, he needs to taste you, feel you squeeze his tongue and cream into his mouth. So he pulls away, already missing the feeling of your mouths against each other, and gazes at you, breath fanning across your cheeks, eyes locked. He takes you in, thumb caressing your cheek while the other continues to fondle your clit. After a moment he’s able to break his gaze away, and he moves down, pushing your legs open. You heart thumps in your chest in anticipation as he begins to lick and suck on your heat, tongue flicking into your drippy hole.
As soon as he gets a taste, he wants more. He stretches out his tongue, going to town on your cunt. Every sigh and tug of his hair, every attempt to muffle your moans makes him more eager to have you gush your sweet sticky cum all over him. This time he has some experience, and he’s making the most of it. He finds those spots inside you that make your eyes roll back, switching between them, bumping his nose against your clit, drawing stifled moan after stifled moan from you. One slips out, for real this time, and he pauses. It takes all his willpower; your scent is intoxicating and your taste is addictive, but the look on your face when you realize he’s standing by what he said is totally worth it.
“I told you,” he murmurs against your core, the vibrations and tone of his voice sending electricity through you, “we have to be quiet…” Your hand is clamped over your mouth, and you nod. Your timing couldn’t be better, because you don’t have time to finish the gesture before he dives back in. After that, it doesn’t take much to send you over the edge.
You give him everything he’s wanted all night, squeezing and gushing all over him while he laps up everything, holding down your hips while he shoves his tongue deeper inside you. It’s always surprising how far inside you he’s able to get it. You whine and moan, choking out praise as he already begins building up another high. He’s throbbing, desperate for anything you’ll give him, and he wants to make you say more shit like that. He wants to be good for you.
“Oh god- fuck, Ricky!” you choke out in a whisper, one hand tangled in his hair, the other clamped over your mouth. You’re already close again, he can feel it. He knew this would work. He knew he could prove to you how much you mean to him. He doubles his efforts, squeezing your thighs and grinding his face against your pussy, still dripping from the last times he made you cum. His eyes are half lidded and locked on you, watching your face, the way you squirm below his touch, the way your tits bounce with every movement. You’re not sure how long it is until he has you absolutely gushing and convulsing around his tongue again, but every moment is filled with ecstasy.
“Fuck you’re good at that…” you murmur, hand now playing with his hair instead of pulling it. “You’re one of the good ones, huh?”
You probably could have knocked him out with a feather. Your words reverberate in his mind, and his cheeks flush. One of the good ones. Yeah.
He’s throbbing harder than before, almost painfully turned on. He climbs back up over you, but before he can reach into his nightstand for a condom, you flip him over, straddling him. You look down at him with those beautiful eyes that hold every star in the night sky, biting your lip in that endearing way of yours. Your hands are warm on his shoulders, and he’s stunned at the suddenness of your action, and really eager to see where you’re going with this. He could watch you like this for hours, freezing this moment in time forever, eternally content with you, the way you touch him and look at him. You lean down closer to him, breath tickling his cheeks.
“My turn.”
You smile, the words coming out in a hushed giggle. Before he can blink, you’re grabbing his rock hard cock, squeezing it in your hands and teasing the tip as you spread around the precum already dripping down the side. He watches you, eyes wide and excited as you open your mouth, wrapping your lips around him. Your mouth is velvety soft, warm and wet, and he has to try not to cum on the spot. You pump the base of his cock, taking more of him in your mouth, and he tries not to buck his hips. He tries so hard not to move at all, tries to be good for you while you work your magic on him. He lets out a long, low moan. Suddenly you freeze, popping your lips off with a small wet noise as you look up at him.
“Stay quiet or I stop…” you tease, throwing his own conditions back at him. He nods, panting at your words. “Good boy.” You murmur under your breath, but he definitely hears. Good boy. He can feel the oxytocin flooding his brain, and you barely get your lips around him and start bobbing your head before he feels it.
“I’m close,” he chokes out, and you look up at him. He watches a smirk appear at the corners of your eyes before you drag your tongue along the bottom of his cock. It’s more than enough, and he watches in utter awe as he shoots his load into your mouth, and you swallow all of it. The sight is enough to have him throbbing again. He bites back more moans, desperate for you to keep going, for you to call him a good boy again. You bob your head along his length, tongue dragging along the vein on the underside of his cock.
One hand comes down to fondle his balls, and a choked moan slips out. He never knew he could feel this good. He never knew one person could make him like this. You continue to lick and suck, squeeze and pump and rub, and soon he’s fighting another orgasm, hoping to bask in the feeling of your mouth around him for just a little longer. His prayers are in vain, he realizes, as he shoots another load of sticky, salty cum into your mouth. You have no trouble taking this one either. You continue to suck and lick, riding out the last of his high, before finally releasing him with a soft pop.
Thoroughly fucked out, he watches you climb up next to him, awestruck. You grab a blanket, pulling it over the both of you, and moving his face to press a few more kisses to his lips. Your tastes mingle as your tongues connect, and Ricky doesn’t think he’s ever tasted something that delicious. He wants more of it. It’s only when you eventually pull away that your eyes land on the clock behind him.
“Christ, it’s late,” you murmur. You blink heavily, Ricky mirroring the action, and you trace your thumb over his cheek, just looking at him a little longer. You tug the blanket up a little higher, snuggling up next to him. He holds you close on instinct, still trying to process everything that happened tonight in spite of how exhausted he is. It hits him suddenly, and he struggles to stay awake so he can appreciate the kiss you press to his jaw, the warm feeling of your hand on his chest.
He tries so hard to stay awake, to look at you for a little while, because no amount of time with you feels like enough. He refuses to acknowledge the heavy way he blinks and squeezes his eyes, trying to force them to focus on you, but he can feel himself losing the fight against the deep sleep he’s about to slip into. This night was a success, he thinks. He did a good job.
Late morning sunlight streams through his window, finally dragging Ricky back into the waking world. He looks over, missing your presence, and finds his bed empty. As he rolls over, he’s struck by the sweet, intoxicating scent of your peachy perfume. It’s all over his pillow, his sheets, his blankets. His whole room smells faintly of your scent. He buries his nose in the pillow where you’d slept, breathing it in, taking him right back to last night.
Eventually, he checks his phone. It’s later than he’d expected, but he’s greeted with a text from you, bringing an immediate, even bigger smile to his face.
He sighs, lovestruck. He doesn’t want to get out of bed, doesn’t want the scent of your perfume to fade. He just wants to bask in it.
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Sam Winchester
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About you ❤️🖤💋 : (Ongoing) Valerie Singer and Sam Winchester first met when they were 16, it was an instant match but soon sam had to go and the letters stopped coming. Years later they unknowingly reunite at a college halloween party, here is their story.
Matty Healy
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Happiness 💋❤️🖤 (complete) : Julie Foreman has worked at dirty hit for 2 years now, finally she gets the chance to work and go on tour with her favorite band. When she finally meets the band her and matty instantly hit it off and sparks fly but will their love blossom or end up in flames...
Teachers Assistant ❤️🖤💋(ongoing) : You’re a senior in college just hoping to get through the year with no hiccups , but the universe has others plans when you put in Professor Healys class. When you unexpectedly volunteer yourself to be his T.A. you find your relationship with him becoming more than professional…
Imagines
Mirror picture 💋 : Matty posts a mirror picture and you can’t help but want him
Lollapalooza ❤️ : Matty surprises you onstage at your lolla set
Teacher’s Assistant 💋 : You’re Professor Healy’s T.A and one day when you go to his office you hear him moaning your name.
Teachers Assistant Pt.2 💋❤️: Your now boyfriend Matty, has had a stressful two weeks and it’s up to you to help him out.
Teacher’s Assistant Pt 3 💋❤️ : At an end of the term party that both you and matty attend, you catch someone flirting with him and retaliate, which causes matty to get jealous…
6 months later 🖤❤️ : You and matty broke up 6 months ago but you’ve been hiding a secret from him and he finds out when he spots you shopping.
Hot and Heavy 💋 : You watch matty during consumption and can’t wait to see him back stage
First time 💋❤️ : Matty takes your virginity
Night In shining armor 🖤❤️ : You’re a princess who falls in love with your fathers head knight, the one problem is that your love is strictly forbidden
Night in shining armor AU 🖤💋❤️ : Your father, the king, is a cruel man forcing you into a loveless marriage. But soon you meet his head knight and fall madly in love even though your love is strictly forbidden and can have dire consequences.
Tour baby! ❤️ : you find out you’re pregnant while on tour with the 1975.
Family Christmas ❤️💋 : You go over to Mattys childhood home for Christmas, and finally get to meet his family. And also mess around a bit in his old bedroom
Be my baby ❤️ : You go into labor with your and mattys first child.
Bad idea right? 💋🖤 : Months after your break up, you see him again, this time with a new girl on his arm. You go against your better judgment and let him talk to you and one thing leads to another
I’ve got you babe ❤️ : You were in a toxic relationship before matty, and one day you start your period and accidentally bleed onto his sheets and are scared his going to get mad just like your ex.
Vinnie Hacker
Oh Baby! ❤️ : You find out you’re pregnant while vinnie is in Paris for fashion week.
No Promises 🖤: Vinnie and you get into a fight, which escalates into your taking of your promise ring he gave you
Dreamer Cheater 🖤 : Vinnie cheats on you in your dream and you get upset with him about it
Open for requests! request form
Who i write for :
Matty healy
Ross lynch
Joshua Bassett/ Ricky Bowen
Stiles Stilinski
Joe Keery / Steve Harrington
Evan Peters
Vinnie Hacker
Castiel
Sam Winchester/ Jared Padalecki
#matty healy#ross lynch#joshua bassett#ricky bowen#evan peters#steve harrington#joe keery#stiles stilinski#vinnie hacker#smut#fluff#angst#sam winchester#jared padalecki#castiel
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WHAT I WILL/WILL NOT WRITE:
influencers/youtubers ☆
🤍/🫀/💋 --- nicolas sturniolo
🤍/🫀/💋 --- matthew sturniolo
🤍/🫀/💋 --- christopher sturniolo
celebrities ♡
🤍/🫀/💋 --- olivia rodrigo
🤍/🫀/💋 --- sabrina carpenter
🤍/🫀/💋 --- elizabeth olsen
WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:
× piss play/kink, period play/kink
× incest, step-brother/sister, age play(huge age gap is what i'm saying.)
× rape, non-consensual sex.
(i am not shaming anyone who likes/reads this type of stuff, (minus incest & rape.) i am just uncomfortable with writing it.)
#angst#olivia rodrigo#smut#fluff#give me requests#i'm so desperate#please yall#jenna ortega#joshua bassett#sabrina carpenter#hsmtmts#nini salazar roberts#ricky bowen#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo
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a little caswen smut-drabble i wrote just now because my body won’t let me sleep :’)
EJ’s hands are on him in the dorm room, and Ricky feels in his core that this is something they should not be doing.
And that’s what makes him like it so much.
There was a nervousness when he told his dad about why he wouldn’t be home for dinner—there was always this electric nervousness when talking about EJ.
The room was dimly lit by EJ’s desk lamp, though Ricky could still map out the perfect surface of EJ’s face against his thumbs. They breathed against each other’s lips for a beat, fragile and innocent, until EJ takes the tip of Ricky’s thumb between his lips.
He’s utterly obscene in the tiniest of ways—Ricky can’t get enough.
“Yeah—yeah, I’ll just be at EJ’s for the night, I’ll get dinner while I’m with him,” Ricky explained. “I have the money, it’s all good—I just missed him because I hardly get to see him anymore.”
“I hardly get to see you anymore,” Ricky reflected, his voice faint as he kissed EJ again, then again. “I get so fucking wound up, you don’t get it…”
“Oh, you don’t even know,” EJ insisted lowly, laying Ricky down, pinning his hips to the bed, rolling his own down against him so he could feel for himself. The pair let out a soft moan at the feeling, and Ricky didn’t complain when EJ continued rolling his hips—he wouldn’t complain if he came that way, if only because he knew it wouldn’t be the last time that night.
“What do we plan to do?” Ricky echoed. “Oh, you know…playing video games…”
“We should make a game out of this,” EJ suggested, a hand roving up Ricky’s shirt. “The first one to come has to edge himself with a vibrator until the winner stops him—how does that sound?”
“Talk about girls…”
Ricky tilted his head to the side as EJ kissed and nipped at his neck, his tongue soothing the particularly sensitive areas.
“Just hanging out and catching up. It’ll be nice.”
Ricky let out a shaky breath as EJ’s hand moved under his sweatpants. There was no way in hell he would have told his dad the truth no matter how cool he was about everything. Even so, there was something about lying so blatantly and then coming here to let EJ play with him that seemed to rewire his very body. It made him arch into EJ’s touch with more desperation, every moment hotter than the last, and the final moment when his orgasm hit felt even sweeter.
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WELCOME to my blog.
an 18 year old lazy writer who needs a fictional escape.
characters I write for.
o. benedict bridgerton
o. james maguire
o. tom riddle , theodore nott , blaise zabini
o. jamie reyes , miguel diaz
o. ricky bowen
o. movie percy jackson
in any category is completely fine, excluding non consensual behaviour in certain context ( unless specified ). + lover of revenge & happy endings <3
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
please feel free to request though i might deliver the request in different timing depending on the character and the type (smut, angst and so on)!
#fanfic#benedict bridgerton#benedict bridgerton x reader#bridgerton#bridgerton x reader#derry girls#james maguire#james maguire x reader#derry girls x reader#miguel diaz x reader#cobra kai#cobra kai x reader#miguel diaz#hsmtmts#hsmtmtsnet#ricky bowen#ricky bowen x reader#hsmtmts x reader#jaime reyes#blue beetle#jaime reyes x reader#blue beetle x reader#harry potter#harry potter x reader#tom riddle#theodore not#blaise zabini#smut#fluff#pjo x reader
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Finally ~ Ricky Bowen X Reader
Summary: Y/n is trying to lose her V card, trying to find the right guys and all. Ricky has been in love with Y/n for a long time. Y/n tries to get with a guy, which fails miserably. Then, Ricky and Y/n meet, and things get heated.
Pairing: Ricky Bowen X fem reader. (Change if u want)
Warnings: Strong language, inappropriate touching, and smut.
Tags: None, I ain't popular, but lmk if u wanna be added.
Notes: K, so, I actually wrote this whole chapter, and Tumblr deleted it. Now I have to rewrite it. Like wtf?
"Are you coming over today?" asked Emma, she and I had been friends since Kindergarten.
"Is it ok if I don't? I'm meeting up with Ethan, and we might get things heated," I said
"All you talk about is Ethan. Ethan, Ethan, Ethan, like he isn't even that good, he's an F-boy, you deserve better. How about Peter? He's cute and single!" said Emma
"Isn't he gay?" I asked
"*Sigh* true. You do you,'' said Emma, going back to her house.
I then thought about it and decided to call Ethan.
I ran his line, and he picked up on the 3rd ring, "Hello?"
"Hey, Ethan!" I said
"Hey... Uhm, who is this?" asked Ethan.
Is he fr?
"Uh, it's Y/n," I said
"Oh... OH! Y/n, hey cutie, how are you?" asked Ethan
"I'm good... How bout you?" I asked
"I'm good. So, uh, what's up?" he asked
"I wanted to say... Wanna hang out today?" I asked
"Uh... Sure, how about in... An hour?" asked Ethan... Sounds fishy...
"Babyyy, come back?" I heard a voice
"Who was that?" I asked
"Oh, that-- That was my mom, she still calls me baby, like omg stop," said Ethan
"Alright. I guess I'll see you soon?" I asked
"Sure. Bye, babe," he said, as he hung up
I'm not letting this slide. That did not sound like his mom. Moms don't moan while saying "baby".
I'm showing up early by 15 minutes, I'm going to see what he's up to.
I mean he said he likes me, like a couple days ago. Who would get mad about the person they like showing up a little early?
~15 Mins Later~
I went to Ethan's house, and knocked on the door. Also rang the doorbell in case he didn't hear.
"I'm coming!" I heard, and smiled
After a few seconds, Ethan opened the door, his expressionless face turned into a shocked face, "Y/n? What are you doing here?"
"I just decided to show up a little early. Why is something wrong?" I asked
"Uh... I'm kind of busy..." said Ethan
"Ethan... Who are you talking to?" I heard a voice say
"That was definitely not your mom. What's going on?" I asked
"Uhh... Y/n, how about you go for today, and we can hang out some other time. Just you and me? Sound good," asked Ethan
I scoffed, shaking my head, "No, what the fuck is this?" I got in the house to see a half naked girl on the couch...
Katelyn??? The school's popular girl?
"Um, who the fuck are you?" asked Katelyn
"I was supposed to be hanging with Ethan today, well, he seems busy," I said
"Y/n, I'm sorry. Uh... How about I make it up to you, tomorrow?" smirked Ethan
"Hello? I'm right here!" said Katelyn
"I can see that," said Ethan
"You said you liked me..." I said
"And I do. Why are you being so awkward?" asked Ethan
"You call this awkward? You're the one hooking up with Katelyn, and also expecting to hang out with me! It would have been better if you just said no," I said
"Uh... Sorry? Should I make it up to you or no?" asked Ethan
"You're so stupid. Come on, Katelyn, we can do better than this punk," I said
"Uhh... I don't even know you. Besides, I'm horny, so I'm staying. Chop chop outta here," said Katelyn, unbuttoning Ethan's shirt.
"Ok, so you're both hoes. Got it. Have fun," I said, sarcastically
"Oh, we will," said Katelyn, biting her lip at Ethan.
"Whores," I said, getting outta Ethan's place.
I'm a pretty sensitive person when it comes to being stood up, boys, or just things. I'm new to it, but not at the same time.
Don't cry. Don't cry. A guy was about to play you, did you expect it? Yes, well... No. But don't cry!! They're stupid. They always do the same crap.
They don't deserve you, you deserve bette than an f-boy. Gosh, Emma was right. I have to start listening!
"Y/n?" a voice cut me off, I looked to see... Ricky Bowen?
"Hey, Ricky. What's up?" I asked, tears almost spilling out of my eyes
"Whoa, are you ok? Your eyes are red," he said
"I'm fine. Or uhh, I will be," I said, my voice cracking the slightest bit as tears threatened to get out.
"Here, come inside. My parents are out," he said, as he got me in his house, and into his room.
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"So... What's bothering you?" asked Ricky.
"There was this guy... I thought he liked me, and we were supposed to hang out, but when I went to his place I saw some half naked girl on the couch, who was Katelyn, by the way. Gosh she's such a hoe. How is she popular?" I asked
"I'm sorry to hear that. You deserve better than him," said Ricky
"That's what I get for trying to lose it. I'm so sick of being a virgin, I get horny a lot... And I'm not even a good masturbather! Gosh, I'm 16, well, basically 17, but I wanna lose it so bad," I said
Ricky paused... "Remember in 5th grade? When I liked you?"
"You did? Haha, I thought you were pretty cute," I said
"Really?" he asked, I nodded.
"Do you uh... Still think that?" asked Ricky
"I mean, if someone asked me smash or pass, I'd say smash," I said
Ricky smirked, "What if I said... I never stopped?"
"Oh... For real?" I asked, he smiled and nodded
"I honestly... Don't know what to say. A part of me kind of wants to like you back, but the other part doesn't know what the fuck to do. Gosh life is filled with drama," I said
Third Person POV:
Ricky scooted closer to Y/n, "Yeah. You just gotta see where it leads you, and make smart choices." he cupped ran his thumb across her cheek without knowing.
Y/n looked up and blushed the slightest bit. He's got pretty eyes, she thought.
Ricky's eyes travelled to her lips. He'd been in love with her for a long time, and wanted to kiss her so bad.
They were getting closer without knowing, every second. Ricky wanted to just close the space and Y/n was thinking, Maybe I should kiss him? I mean, I should give him a try, he can't be that bad...
I don't want to play with his feelings, at the same time, I kind of wanna give in, but I don't kno--, thought Y/n, but then Ricky closed the space between them and they kissed.
Wow... Y/n's first kiss. It felt magical, honestly. She was kissing a cute guy. And the cute guy really liked her.
Did she like him? Kinda? She needed to figure it out, so she did it. She gave in.
On the other hand, Ricky was living his dream, he was thinking, chill, we're just kissing, but no. There could be more.
Ricky pulled Y/n closer, and she got onto his lap. Ricky was getting harder each second, he gripped her ass and licked her lower lip for entrance, which she granted.
Ricky's tongue explored her mouth, she's perfect, he thought.
Y/n moaned into Ricky's mouth as he groaned into hers.
Ricky started to move Y/n up and down on his lap, Y/n noticed he was getting hard and smirked.
Ricky then switched their positions and made Y/n be the bottom, as he went on top of her and started kissing down her neck, looking for her weak spot, which he found and nibbed at it. Leaving a few hickeys.
Y/n moaned and tugged on Ricky's hair, making him groan.
Ricky reached to the ends of Y/n's shirt, eventually taking it off and doing the same with his own.
Y/n took a moment to stare at Ricky's abs, running her fingers down his stomach.
"Like what you see?" he smirked, Y/n nodded.
Ricky then took a moment to look at Y/n's chest. They were average size, but also looked filled and squishy, he attacked them with his mouth, leaving kisses and hickeys before getting permission from Y/n to take it off. Which she accepted.
After a little, when he was done with her chest, he moved back up to her neck, then got one of his "needy" hands, and put it inside her underwear, slowly drawing little circles on her clit, making her moan.
"You haven't been ripped yet, right?" he asked, she shook her head
"You know you don't have to do this," said Ricky, she gave him a small smile, "I want to."
"Can you handle 2 fingers?" asked Ricky
"I don't know. But I'll try," she said, Ricky smiled, and inserted 2 fingers slowly, Y/n moaned, moving her hips signaling that she wanted more.
"You like that?" he asked, she moaned and nodded. He went a little faster, causing her to moan more.
He went faster and faster, til she couldn't take it anymore.
It won't hurt as much, Y/n thought. I've been a little stretched now.
"Can I take it off?" asked Ricky, Y/n nodded.
Ricky removed Y/n's underwear, and took a moment to look at her pussy. He was getting super hungry, but Y/n decided to speak up.
"Ricky..."
"Yeah?"
"I need you..."
"To do what?" he smirked
"Get inside me," said Y/n
"As you wish," he said, as he took off his boxers, revealing his super hard dick that was taking him a lotta effort to not get more hard.
"Whoa," said Y/n
"You like it?" he asked, she nodded
"You're big," she said, he laughed, and pecked her lips
"Tell me if it hurts too much," said Ricky, Y/n nodded. But she was so horny at this point, that when Ricky entered her, she felt pain, but it was numb.
Ricky entered her slowly, but fast. Y/n moaned, and he started to go in and out of her.
The room filled with moans and groans
"Faster," Y/n said, and Ricky did as she said.
After a minute of going in and out, "I'm close," said Ricky
"Me too," said Y/n, feeling the liquid form inside of her
"Cum on me, babe," said Ricky, Y/n smiled as she felt her liquid coming to the tip of her pussy. She held it in a few seconds because of the pleasure. However, Ricky was desperate.
He went faster and faster, making Y/n moan more.
"Please. Cum on me, I wanna feel you on me. I know it sounds like total cringe but I wanna feel you so ba-- AAGHH," moaned Ricky as his Y/n's walls tightened up around him, and she cummed, causing Ricky to do the same
He then pulled out of her, and they cleaned themselves up.
~5 minutes later~
"That was good," said Ricky, laying down next to Y/n.
"Yeah," she said, putting her head on his chest, as Ricky blushed and put an arm around her.
"So... What are we? Just fuck buddies, or is this gonna be a 1 night stand?" he asked, secretly hoping she'd accept him as a boyfriend instead.
"Well... I don't know about you, but-- I mean, you being my first time. This meant something to me..." said Y/n
"Well... Do you wanna be my girlfriend then?" asked Ricky, Y/n went silent, thinking about it.
"Shit, sorry. That was a stupid question, I mean you barely know me and--" Ricky trailed off
"Sure," Y/n smiled
"--and you're probably thinking that I'm one of those guys that just use girls for his needs and the next day-- wait... What did you say?" asked Ricky
"I said, sure," said Y/n, smiling
"So... We are dating?" asked Ricky
"Yeah, I mean, I barely know you, but I don't not know you. You're cute, and... Maybe this could work," she said
"Well, from what I know about you, we have a lot in common," Ricky smiled, and Y/n did too.
"Rick! I'm home!" a guy screamed, probably his dad.
"Ok! I have my girlfriend over, if that's ok," said Ricky, looking down at y/n who laughed
"Alright. Glad you were able to move on," said his dad.
"Hey, uh, is it ok if she spends the night?" asked Ricky
"It's fine by me," said his dad, Ricky smiled kissing Y/n's forehead.
Y/n POV:
So... I finally found my guy, Ricky and I are dating now. Let's see where this goes, lol.
Ricky POV:
Best. Day. Ever.
I finally got the girl of my dreams. I'll do anything it takes to not lose her.
Pt. 2?
#rickybowensmut#rickybowenxreader#Rickybowen#Bowen#Ricky#hsmtmts smut#hsmtmts#hsmtmts imagines#rickeyxy/n#rickey Bowen x y/n#finally
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It's my birthday!!!
So for my present, I want to write some short imagine requests for the following characters:
Steve Harrington (stranger things)
Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)
Ricky Bowen (hsmtmts)
Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)
Fred Weasley (Harry Potter)
You can request the imagines where you usually request the letters! Thank you all!
18+ requests are high encouraged!
#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x y/n#spencerreid#wattpad#imagines#fluff#dear reader#harry potter#fred weasley#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley x y/n#ricky bowen#hsmtmts#teen wolf#stiles stilinksi x reader#stiles stilinksi imagine#stiles stilinksi fanfiction#stiles stilinksi smut#stiles stilinkski#steve harrington#steddie#stranger things
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100 CELEBRATION!
ahhhhh thank you all so much!!!! this is incredible and honestly insane. i couldn’t have gotten here without you all so i figured it would be appropriate to have a celebration. it’s going to last for a week from the 28th of may to the 4th june, so send in all your requests and i hope you all have fun!
rules — anyone can send an ask in for any of the following below, either on anon or not depending on which one it is and what you’re comfortable with. the characters i’m currently writing for are listed below, including any and all au versions you can think of, but you’re more than welcome to ask if there’s a particular one you aren’t sure about or would like to enquire. please remember to be kind! spamming is more than welcome, but try and keep to one question per ask. i’ll try my best to get through all of them but i do apologise in advance if any are missed, and i reserve the right to decline any. i’m not comfortable writing detailed smut so please refrain from asking. thank you all and i hope you enjoy xx
sweets 🍓 / send in your thoughts on any of my characters for a blurb!
chickadee 🐥 / send this in + i’ll send you a song that reminds me of you/your blog!
princess 👑 / common tumblr games! cym, fmk, kmk, would you rather, etc. or just talk to me.
angel eyes <3 / send in a character + and au for a blurb! e.g, rockstar!james or college!bradley.
sunshine 🌻 / moots only! send this + i’ll make you a moodboard based on your blog.
babybear 🧸 / tell me something about yourself. a fact. a favourite memory. and i’ll tell you something about me!
lovebug x / moots only! send this + a character and i’ll give you headcannons on what your life would be like.
characters can be found below!
characters!
top gun: maverick / bradley “rooster” bradshaw, jake “hangman” seresin, robert “bob” floyd, natasha “phoenix” trace, hangster/sereshaw
marauders / james potter, remus lupin, regulus black, sirius black
misc / tasm!peter parker, jj maybank, au!rafe cameron, ricky bowen, mitch rapp, drew starkey!social media
masterlist!
rockstar!jj maybank
jj maybank x kook!reader
neighbour!peter parker
tasm!peter first kiss
tags: @waklman @sematarygirls @katsendgame @lavenderslace @amoraffairs @wolvisms @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @charliedaltonsgfsblog @dadcomfort @bcyhoods @cosmal @bruisedboys @zoramones @bpdtistic @callsign-viper @thyme-in-a-bubble @aresriot sorry for any unwanted tags and thank you all incredibly lovely and talented people for following and supporting me, ily all xx
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⋆｡°✩ Navegation ✩°｡⋆
⋆ About Me ⋆
I’m Bells, I’m 20 yo and I’m brazilian, I write since I was 11, I can’t say that I do it perfectly but I try. I’m obssessed with 80s rockstar, specially Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee. I’m a swifitie and I’m going to the Eras Tour in november. I love writing fluffy stories, mostly because it makes me imagine what I’d like my life to be, with that in mind, I can say that I’m trying to shift to my Selection DR, but never made it. I love Barbie, Monster High and these things, I love pink and I can honestly say that I’m a Barbie that is obssessed with rockstars. I don’t have much friends and I’d love to get to know you if you want to talk :)
⋆ You can find my prompt list here (I’ll be adding more to it during the week);
⋆ If you want to be part of my taglist, answer this form;
(that’s me everyday, not my gif)
IMPORTANT THINGS:
⋆ Character List ⋆
Conrad Fisher (The Summer I Turned Pretty);
Sky of Eraklyon (Fate: The Winx Saga);
Marcus Baker (Ginny and Georgia);
Nikki Sixx (Motley Crue/The Dirt);
Tommy Lee (Motley Crue/The Dirt);
Edward Cullen (Twilight);
Maxon Schreave (The Selection);
Troy Bolton (High School Musical);
Paul Stanley (KISS);
Nate Archibald (Gossip Girl);
Slash (Guns N Roses);
Ricky Bowen (HSMTMTS);
Cedric Diggory (Harry Potter);
80s Rockstars (You can specify which one in your request);
Jeremiah Fisher (The Summer I Turned Pretty) (ONLY BY REQUEST).
⋆ How to Request ⋆
In order to request from a prompt list, you need to specify the sentence number;
You can choose up to three sentences from this list;
Remember to include the character’s full name/fandom for clarification!
You can also request another sentence that is not in this list and headcanons!
• Optional: You can add ‘angst’, ‘fluff’, etc… since some can work different ways.
Exemple: Conrad Fisher, prompt 7, fluff
⋆ Rules for Request ⋆
Send requests any time, i just dont guarantee that i’ll be writing it as soon as it arrives
Send the request on the ask box;
Don’t send vague requests, be specific. I like to work with a lot of details, it makes the story more realistic;
I have the ability to deny and delete any requests I don't want to write;
When I post your request, I will tag you.
✔ I write ✔
Reader insert (character x reader);
Fluff, angst, crossovers, songfics, AUs;
Some sensitive subjects (depression, anxiety…);
Male x male, female x female or any sort of pairing. love is love, you know;
Any disabilities, body types, etc. when specified.
❌ I don’t write ❌
Smut, cheating, polyship;
Anything that goes against representation;
Romantic stuff with adult/teen characters;
Character x character* and other people’s OCs;
NSFW themes;
RPF (real people fiction);
Any form of incest.
If you have any questions, DM me, I would be happy to talk to you!
#one shot#imagines#x reader#conrad fisher#maxon schreave#sky of erakylon#edward cullen#nikki sixx#tommy lee#axl rose#slash#paul stanley#kiss#fluffy#angst#writer#80s rock#ricky bowen#troy bolton#jeremiah fisher#nate archibald#requests are open
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rocks at your window pt. 6 - ricky bowen x reader
disclaimer: this series contains smut and chapter by chapter warnings, so as with all nsfw works, ricky is aged up to 18+!! ricky and reader are 18 and in their senior year
additionally, we're working towards a ricky x therapy plot so he's going to start expressing some symptoms of mental illness and bpd but he does get therapy eventually and has a good support system but he gets worse before he gets better yk. Obviously I'm not a professional and this is for entertainment so while I have done my research pls take this with a grain of salt!! or several!! /lh
!! contains some spoilers for season 1 of hsmtmts, and previous chapters of this fic !!
wc: 5.3k
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, smut
pairing: ricky bowen x (afab she/her) reader
warnings: mike's a good dad, mike and your mom are the most iconic single parent bff duo, mike and ricky are both water signs so there's a lot of feelings fromt he bowen boys, LYNNE IS SO TOXIC, intentional and unintentional guilt tripping, todd /derogatory, ricky's spiraling just a tad /s, lynne calls herself mommy once /nx, passive agression and emotional manipulation from lynne, comforting ricky, more (brief) one sided gina pining, more background slowburn ashlyn x red, nina being a tacky toxic bitch </3, groping, grinding, fingering, bathroom sex/hitting it from the back, wrap before you tap, pressing on stomach/external g spot stimulation (we need a name for that), mirror sex, one brief mention of porn, clit rubbing, attention whore hours, trying not to be too obvious about sex, I think that's it
summary: As if the holidays aren't enough of an emotional minefield, Ricky gets blasted with back to back phone disasters from his mom, and trusts you implicitly to help him navigate through it. You turn the night around by going to Ashlyn's thanksgiving party with your theatre friends, where it's only a matter of time before you're sneaking upstairs together.
song recs: are you in love - the regrettes, nothing came out - moldy peaches, ribs - lorde, into you - ariana grande (bathroom at a party edit), lover's spit - broken social scene
a/n: got bad burnout/depressive episode in the middle of writing this (i'm fine now /gen) so it took longer than I wanted but I'm really happy with how it turned out!! I love you all and I'm really glad you're liking this so far, it really does mean the world to me babes <333 Also thank you again Cici for proofreading!!!!!
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Ricky has been dreading the holidays this year, and he knows his dad has been too. When she left, she took that warm hustle and bustle, that rush of excitement was with her. But he and his dad weren’t totally without holiday spirit, thanks to you and your mom. Your mom and Ricky’s dad bonded over PTA meetings and having their kids star in the same show, quickly becoming the single parent friend the other needed. Since your mom has been through the divorce wringer, she’s been there to support Mike, encouraging him to be there for Ricky and prioritize him. Mike has found a lot of strength and camaraderie in your mom, so when the holidays begin to approach, a joint thanksgiving seems like the obvious option.
Pooling resources, helping each other cook, and navigating relatives together will both be much more manageable with a friend by your side, so they’ve been bouncing between each other's houses for the last week or so, coordinating recipes and travel plans. You and Ricky have been helping around rehearsals and homework too - just last night Mike watched you two sit at his kitchen table making paper leaves and turkeys, laughing for hours.
It’s finally turkey day, and you and Ricky are wrapping up the last decorations while your mom and Mike get the final dishes out of the oven. Mike watches you two talk, giggling at something or other ever few minutes. He hasn’t seen Ricky like this in a long time. A few months ago if Mike had asked his son to do festive arts and crafts with him, he would have laughed. Now you’re both approaching him with a giggle, asking him to decide which hand turkey is better. Yours is really colorful, but Ricky’s has a funky little hat. He sucks in a breath.
“That’s a toughie… I gotta say it’s a tie.”
“I called it,” you say with a knowing smile, and Ricky lets out a loud laugh.
“She did,” he tells his dad as you walk back to the dining room table, “she totally called it.”
Ricky stays in the kitchen for a few moments to throw away all the scraps of construction paper and synthetic feathers, tacky with glitter glue. He watches you until you’re out of sight, and his gaze lingers. He lets out a soft sigh, overjoyed from being in your presence. It’s quiet for a moment. Mike lets out a soft sigh.
“You really like her, huh?”
Ricky looks at the last piece of cut up construction paper in his hands, the one you’d been using. He watches the way the glitter shifts in the light, the glitter you’d placed with your own two hands, and it feels like he’s looking at the starriest night sky he’s ever seen. He’s enchanted.
“Yeah…” he breathes, obviously deeply lovestruck, “I really, really do.”
That’s putting it lightly. He’s been trying not to dwell on the dream he had last night where you two had moved into an apartment in portland and adopted two dogs. He didn’t realize how badly he wanted that sort of thing, that life, until he saw it last night, but now it’s consumed his thoughts in every spare moment.
Mike places his hand on Ricky’s shoulder. The gesture is reassuring and comforting, and brings a sudden unexpected wave of emotion over Ricky.
“You work well together.”
His words are simple, but there’s so much meaning behind them. Ricky understands this, and he’s grateful for his dad’s blessing.
“Thanks.” Ricky says with another one of those smiles Mike hasn’t seen on his face since you came into his life. He’s happy he’s been seeing them again. He pats Ricky on the back one more time before sending him back into the dining room with you to hang up the decorations you finished.
Mike goes back to the stove to check on the potatoes, and as it so often seems to, his mind wanders to Lynne. He's been doing his best to take your mom's advice, to let Ricky decide when and how much he wants to talk to her - if he does at all - but it's been hard. He knows how much a call from Ricky would mean to her, especially this time of year. Your mom enters the kitchen through the back door a few minutes later, and holds up a shopping bag triumphantly.
"Butter, yeast, and nutmeg." She states, pulling out the ingredients they had run out of. Mike thanks her, but she doesn't miss the solemn look on his face.
"You okay?" She asks, a knowing tone to her voice. Mike is so glad that she's been here. It's nice to have a friend, and some feminine energy in their house. He lets out a sigh, and finds himself rambling before he can stop himself.
"I just know she’s miserable." He says, "All alone in a cold apartment, and during the holidays? We used to get so excited this time of year, I can't imagine how alone she must feel."
Hovering outside the doorway, Ricky feels his stomach sink. Guilt creeps in, and he’s running up to his room before he can think.
As his footsteps recede, your mom lets out a knowing sigh. They've had this conversation many times before, and she’s happy to be there for him, to give him that support to make sure he doesn't backslide. The cleaner the breakup the better, especially when kids are involved - she knows from experience.
"Mhm." She starts, and Mike fights a smile. He knows what she's going to say, but he needs to hear it anyway. "And what did you and her decide about communication with Ricky?"
"She promised she'd call at least once a week and I'd tell her if he wants her to call him less."
"And…?"
His silence is all the answer either of them need.
"She’s probably upset," he says, reaching for an explanation, "I know she misses Ricky-"
"Screw that." Your mom says, pausing on the rolls she's making to look up at him. "If she wanted to, she would, Mike."
He's quiet again.
"Is there anything," she questions, that seriousness in her voice that only comes from a parent talking about their kid, "anything in this world, any bad feeling that could keep you from talking to Ricky for weeks?"
"No." He doesn't even need to consider. "Of course not."
She holds out her hand, point proven. Mike silently concedes. He's not sure what it is about Lynne that makes it so hard to detach, so hard to set and keep boundaries, but he’s grateful for the support. He couldn't do it without your mom.
“Why don’t you put on some music?” she asks, knowing his favorite part of the holidays are his playlists.
If Ricky had stuck around for a few more seconds, he wouldn't have found himself where he is now; pacing his room, biting his lip as he keeps opening and closing the phone app. The idea of calling her feels gross. Not calling her feels gross. He feels so fucking gross and he just wants it to stop. A wave of laughter passes downstairs as his dad starts singing along poorly to the Michael Buble now playing out of the Alexa in the kitchen. It should make him feel warm, happy, good. Instead it just makes his stomach drop and tears spring to his eyes.
It feels like the universe is conspiring against him, throwing in his face everything she’s missing right now. He can’t get the image of her alone in a sad dim apartment out of his head. His hands shake as he holds his phone to his ear, dial tone ringing softly. She needs this more than he does, he thinks. No matter how much it’s hurting him to call her right now, he can keep it together. He can do this for her. He can be civil for a few minutes over the phone and that will give her at least a decent Thanksgiving.
“Hello?”
Ricky stops in his tracks as an unfamiliar man’s voice reverberates through his phone speaker.
“Uh, hi,” he starts, confused. He knows he called her contact in his phone. “...I’m trying to reach Lynne Bowen?” he swallows thickly hoping the stranger won’t hear the way his voice cracks. He doesn’t remember the last time he had to use her full name. “I think I have the wrong number.” he chuckles dryly.
“No, you got it,” he doesn’t have time to process that before the stranger keeps speaking. “Ricky, this is Todd. I’ve heard so much about you.”
Todd?
“Lynne’s in the shower, can I take a message?”
He briefly wonders why she would have a stranger in her apartment answering her phone while she showers, but he knows this guy - Todd - must be her… He knows his fleeting hope that he’s wrong and this is some crazy stalker that broke into her house is just that, fleeting hope. His stomach is twisted up in knots and he can’t breathe right. His mind is racing, swirling and repeating the 10 seconds of this terrible phone call over and over.
“Ricky?”
Part of him wishes he could scream at this guy to keep his name out of his mouth. Hers too. He has no right to be anywhere near her. Not when she needs time to herself; so much time to herself, to figure this all out, that she can’t even be around her son. A very jaded part of him might understand if she never wanted to see his dad again, but a small voice in his head is screaming, asking why she’s okay with abandoning both of them. He’s her son, her child. Aren’t parents supposed to care about their children?
He hangs up the call before he can further this horrible pointless train of thought. He rushes into the bathroom, locking the door. He paces around. He splashes cold water on his face. He tries to get his shit together. He tries to make it look like he’s not about to break down. It’s Thanksgiving; this holiday might be ruined for him, but he won’t ruin it for his dad, or you, or your mom. He can pull it together, he can act like everything’s fine. He’s supposed to be an actor, right?
After he desperately tries to collect himself, he heads back down, bumping into you on the stairs.
“Hey, I was just looking for you…” you trail off. You take one look at his face, and he knows you know something’s wrong. “You okay?”
Your voice is so sweet, so sincere that it digs everything he just tried to bury. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. It doesn’t have to, though. He can tell from the look on your face that you understand.
“Do you want to go talk?” you ask gently. He nods. He can feel himself fighting tears, brow scrunching up at the effort.
A few minutes later you’re sitting on his bed while he tells you everything. He knows he’s probably not making it sound as horrible as it felt, but he’s backpedaling. He can hear her voice in his head, telling him not to get so worked up over nothing, that he’s blowing this all out of proportion.
“What the fuck?” you ask, looking as confused as he feels. He’s about to agree, this is stupid, and you should just go downstairs and- “What the hell is wrong with him?”
He stops in his tracks.
“That was so outrageously inappropriate. I don’t know whether or not she told him not to talk to you, but obviously she should have.”
He lets out a small breath, the first time he’s been able to since this whole incident.
“It was pretty out of line, right?” he says hesitantly.
“Way out of line!” you say with a disbelieving laugh, “I can’t believe you just went through that!”
He lets out a nervous laugh, feeling some of his distress transmute into anger, and because of you, he’s sure it’s justified.
“What kind of lunatic answers their… I don’t know who he’s supposed to be - a friend, assistant, weird invasive neighbor -” Ricky laughs, and you continue ranting, worked up for him, “But unless he’s literally her life coach or personal assistant or something, there is no fucking reason why should have answered her phone. Also why the hell would he try to strike up a conversation with you? This isn’t some little league game, or PTA meeting!”
He can feel himself coming down from the panic that had gripped him so tight before.
“You know, maybe - just if you’re ready for this -” you amend, wanting him to know he’s not pressured to do anything, “maybe you should take her out of your favorites.”
He sits with your words for a moment, considering.
“Yeah,” he says, “maybe I should.” He’s already opening his contacts to remove her, when a voicemail pops up. He must have missed the call when you were talking, but he recognizes the number as hers. He lets out a weary sigh.
“I got a voicemail…” he turns his screen toward you so you can see.
“Do you want me to… proof-listen to it?” You offer gently.
“Could you?” there’s a fragility in his voice that makes your chest squeeze. You accept the phone with no hesitation, pressing play and holding it to your ear.
“Hi sweetie, it’s mommy…”
Off to a bad start.
“Sorry I missed you, Todd told me you called, so I called you right back but I got your voicemail instead.”
Her voice drips with a tone that’s obviously looking for sympathy.
“I hope you’re having a good holiday. Tell your dad not to burn the turkey like he did a few years ago. I won’t be here to fix all the recipes, so help him out in the kitchen, okay?”
There’s an edge of condescension to her voice that you don’t appreciate. Ricky’s dad has been doing great, especially under the circumstances.
“My Thanksgiving is going well,” she continues, chuckling “Todd and I watched the parade, and some of those performances were really terrible. I don’t know who let them go out looking like that, and that tacky little girl on the turtle float was seriously tone deaf…”
You and Ricky had also watched the parade, and all the performers did great. You both loved the girl on the turtle float, she killed it. She hit a high C that left you both speechless.
“Anyway, we’re meeting up with some friends later; I think this will be the first holiday party I’ve been to in years without children. Other than that, things have been fine. It’s been quiet, and a pleasure not to spend all day slaving away in the kitchen. Call me back when you get this, I’d like to hear your voice. Bye bye.”
If you’d like to replay this message, press 7.
You pull the phone away from your ear. You don’t say anything, but the expression on your face tells him everything he needs to know. You slowly hand him back his phone.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t listen to that now.” Your voice is quiet, trying to maintain your composure, “Or ever. Maybe just delete that one.”
He chuckles dryly.
“That bad?”
“Oh yeah.” you state. He lets out a shuddering sigh, and it’s obvious the toll this whole ordeal has taken on him.
“C’mere,” you say softly, flopping down on his bed and opening up your arms for him. His chest squeezes and he’s overwhelmed with another wave of emotion. He wonders when it will stop, constantly being bombarded with complicated horrible situations he can barely handle. It’s a lot. It’s too much.
You wrap your arms around him, dragging your nails up and down his back in that soothing way that you do, and he feels it start to slow down. He’s still upset, anyone would be, but it feels like he can handle it somehow. He buries his face in your neck, soothed by your smell, your touch, even your breathing and heartbeat. He lets out another sigh, this one relieved as he finally starts to come down from the acute distress he’s been in for the last little while.
“You’re gonna be okay,” you say, just loud enough for him to hear you. “It’s all going to work out with some time. It’s gonna be okay.”
He doesn’t say anything, just holds you tighter.
“Hey, kids!” You both look up as you hear Mike call you from downstairs, “Everyone’s here, come say hi!”
You share a look with Ricky, silently asking if he’s ready. As I’ll ever be, his expression says.
“Coming!” you reply.
You spend the next hour or so greeting aunts, uncles, and family friends that both your mom and Ricky’s dad had invited. A handful of elementary school kids run around; cousins, kids of coworkers and the like. After a substantial amount of wow you’re so tall, the last time I saw you you were still watching sesame street, and countless so how’s school going? comments, the parents finally rescue you from someone's grandma - you’re not sure whose - and pull you into the kitchen. You’re about to ask when you can go to Ashlyn’s thanksgiving party, but they jump in before you can.
“Thank you guys for all your help with the cooking and decorating, you did a great job.” Your mom says.
“And,” Mike continues, “since you said hello to everyone you can go to your friends party whenever you’re ready.”
You smile, blurting out a thank you in unison and hugging your respective parents.
“Take these with you, and tell Ashlyn’s parents we said hello.” Your mom hands you a box or two of pumpkin bites to bring with you.
You’re grabbing your coats when Ricky gets a text from Gina, offering to walk him to the party. He texts her back, letting her know he’s driving there with you and asking if she needs a ride. A second later, his phone buzzes again.
‘Of course you are. See you there.’
“You ready to party?” you ask, drawing his attention back to you where it so often resides. The drive is short and pleasant. When you arrive at Ashlyn’s a few minutes later, everything’s in full swing. Making your way through the house, you see Nini in the kitchen, having some intense girl talk with Gina. Most of your other friends are in the living room, including Big Red, who seems to be flirting with Ashlyn - or at least trying to. Ricky makes a mental note to ask him about that later. You pass by EJ on the stairs, who’s ranting to no one about getting ratioed. You start to sit down with your friends, then turn to Ricky.
“Do you want a drink?” you ask, and he nods, thanking you. You make your way to the kitchen, smiling when you see a case of Ricky’s favorite soda. You grab a can for him, then look around to pick one out for yourself. You turn around only to be met with Nina. You jump slightly at the unexpected presence. Before you can even greet her, she starts talking, staring you down.
“You need to stay away from Ricky.” You’ve been here for three minutes and she’s already off to a strong start. “You’re not his girlfriend, so stop acting like it. I should know, I’m the one who’s known him since kindergarten.” You’re trying hard to be mature about this, even with the ridiculously incredulous look on her face. You take a subtle, grounding breath and think for a moment about how to respond in a way that will get your point across without causing even more drama.
“Wow,” you start, “okay- uh, look, we haven’t made anything official, but full disclosure, we have hooked up a few times.”
She looks irritated, and you continue.
“Also, you broke up.” you state, a shrug, your expression bewildered at how she’s acting, “You’re not his girlfriend either.” Having said what you need to say, you grab your own beverage and leave the kitchen as Ashlyn enters. On your way out, you hear her tell Ashlyn how she’s right, that she should stop writing songs about crappy relationships and crappy boys and just write about life.
You sigh as you reenter the living room, glad Ricky wasn’t in earshot of that. After the day he’s had and all the shit he had to deal with from his mom, you’re sure the last thing he needs is another person to confirm all of his fears. You perch on the arm of the cushy chair he’s sitting in and hand him his drink. He smiles up at you, looking sweeter than ever, and you wonder how anyone could think he’s anything close to crappy, anything less than the most wonderful endearing boy you’ve ever met. You really don’t trust Nina’s taste in people.
“I am so sorry,” Ricky says for the millionth time, ushering you into the bathroom. You let out another sweet laugh, genuinely unperturbed by the drink he’d spilled on you by accident. You make your way to the sink, turning on the warm water and grabbing a wad of tissues. You briefly run them under the water to get them damp, and start blotting at the very large stain. Ricky does the same, attempting to remove the sticky sweet liquid from your clothes.
“God, it’s all over you,” he smiles, and you can tell he still feels bad.
“It’s okay,” you say with a giggle, “Now I have a tangible memory from tonight, and a great story for the drycleaners.” He starts to relax a little, sensing that you’re telling the truth, you’re not upset. Even if you were, he’s sure it wouldn’t be at him - you know it really was an accident. After a few more minutes of trying to get it out with partial success, you grab more tissues to dry your sweater back off. Ricky stands right behind you, watching you in the mirror as you do. He’s enamored by you. Everything you do draws him closer and closer to you like a magnet.
Satisfied enough with your work and mostly dry, you turn to throw away the damp tissues.
“Okay, I think that’s-” the words dry up in your throat when you turn, suddenly face to face with Ricky. Neither of you had realized how close you got in the last few minutes, but now your body heat is mixing and it makes your stomach twist. Your eyes are locked on each other, and the air is pulled from your lungs at the way he looks at you. The atmosphere is suddenly thick with lust, and you can hear a song playing on repeat downstairs.
His eyes flick between yours and your lips, bringing butterflies to your stomach. His hand rests gently on your waist as he finally leans in to kiss you. It’s sweet for a few seconds, then it melts into tongue and teeth and breathy sighs. Before you can fully turn around and hop onto the counter to let him stand between your legs, he’s kissing down your neck. You sigh at the feeling, bracing yourself on the counter, and he wants to make you moan. He wants to make you whine and scratch his back like you do, he wants it more than anything right now.
His hands run along your back, down your hips and thighs, leaning into you. He reaches the bottom of your skirt, slipping his fingertips under and inching the fabric up. He squeezes your hips while he sucks dark bruises into your neck. All the noises, the soft little sighs and halted breaths are making him want to touch you more and more.
His hands on your thighs and mouth on your neck are making you dizzy. You want him even more, and find yourself grinding your hips back against him. He lets out a hiss, and you can feel him harden against your ass. Your eyes flick up to his in the mirror, lingering on how flushed you're making his cheeks just by grinding against him. He catches your gaze, noticing the way you smirk at every sigh he lets out.
“Oh,” he mutters into your neck. His tone is playful as he gets dangerously close to your ear. “That’s how you wanna play…” He nips your neck before finally sliding his hand between your thighs. His fingertips brush against your clothed cunt, feeling the wet spot that’s already formed on the fabric. When he dips his fingertips between your folds, he can’t believe how wet you are already. It makes his head spin, as he slowly pushes into your entrance. After just a few pumps, sticky beads of arousal are already dripping down his fingers. He lets out a shuddering breath at the sensation. The noises you’re making, both your moans and the wet sounds of your walls around him, make his head spin.
After a few minutes, you’re holding back whines. You need more, leaning onto the counter and sticking your ass out. It’s not a hard cue to pick up on, and he’s quick to grab a condom from his wallet. He pumps himself a few more times before slowly pushing in. You both choke back a moan as you squeeze around him. He feels his head grow fuzzy at the euphoric feeling of your bumpy walls squeezing around him, and it feels like being welcomed home. He braces against the counter with one arm, the other wrapping around your hips, holding you close to him as he thrusts into you.
His face is right next to yours, and you can feel his warm breath against your cheek as he pants at the sensations wracking through you. He squeezes you tighter, and the pressure against your lower stomach has you choking out a moan, eyes rolling back in your head.
“Fuck-” you moan, trying your hardest not to be too loud. Everyone else should be downstairs, but you’re sure anyone nearby would be able to tell what’s going on. Ricky’s staring at you in the mirror. He tries to look away, tries to bury his face in your neck and press his nose to your skin but he can’t. You look so beautiful fucked out like this, so ethereal with your eyes clouded with lust. He can’t believe he made you like this, it’s all from him, from his touch.
Your expression, the noises tumbling from your pretty lips he’s just itching to kiss are better than any porn, because you’re the one making them. Everything is better with you. It always is. You’re whining, begging for him, and you feel the vibrations of his voice as he moans right next to your ear. You feel so good, you touch him so sweetly in a way he didn’t even know was possible before he met you. He’s so close, and by the way you’re squeezing and pulsing around him, gripping tight onto his arm, you’re not far behind him.
He holds you closer, adding more blissful pressure against your lower stomach, leaning into you even more. His other hand moves from bracing you both against the counter to rub your swollen clit, sending jolts of electricity and pleasure through you. He’s been hitting that spot inside you over and over, and it’s more than enough to send you over the edge. You hold onto him for dear life, legs shaking as you hit an intense high, your cum beginning to drip down your thighs. You throb and pulse around him milking as his hips push and stutter into yours.
“Fuck fuck fuck-” he babbles into your ear, against your skin, “shit, I…”
“Oh god, Ricky,” you pant, distracting him from the words that had come up as suddenly as his high. You have his full attention, looking prettier than ever. He keeps his mouth busy, kissing and sucking your neck, running his tongue over your skin.
A few minutes later, you’re cleaning yourselves up and trying to fix your clothes. You’ve been up here for a while, and with how loud you got toward the end, you’re sure someone is going to have a few questions. Ricky wraps up the tied off condom in tissues and shoves it deep into the garbage can, hoping no one will find it. You start to make your way downstairs, Ricky keeping his hand on your waist to help you when your legs wobble. In spite of your best efforts, you know it’s obvious - anyone could take one look at you and know what’s going on. You don’t mind in theory, figuring it’s only a matter of time before someone puts the pieces together, but the last thing either of you need right now is more drama.
“Hey!” Seb exclaims, bumping into you on the way back to the living room, holding two drinks. “What took you so long?” he smiles. There’s not a thought behind his eyes, and you’re pretty confident he didn’t pick up on anything between you and Ricky. You look to each other reflexively, smiling nervously.
“Oh, uh…” you start, fumbling for an answer. “Just cleaning up.” Not technically a lie, so that works. Ricky laughs, a blush still present on his cheeks.
“Yeah, we started talking about the show and we just…” he suppresses another giggle, “got distracted.” He keeps looking over at you, staring at your pretty face. He can’t help it. You’re glowing in the warm lighting, the glow of the fake candles scattered around other autumnal decorations.
“Well, come on, we’re about to start playing board games!” Seb says with an excited shrug, before returning to the rest of your friends. You nudge Ricky playfully.
“Real smooth,” you tease, at his lovestruck gaze. He laughs and nudges you back.
“I guess I need to get better at improv. Maybe you can tutor me?” He leans into you as he speaks, living for the flustered expression on your face. You laugh and nudge him again, knowing your friends could walk around the corner and see you two like this at any minute. His gaze lingers.
You finally enter the living room, and before you can sit next to him, Ricky pulls you into his lap. Everyone’s crowded around the coffee table where Carlos has the game set up - it’s even High School Musical themed, which is really amazing - so you’re sure the lack of space is at least some justification for where you're perched, why his arms are wrapped around you like that.
“Okay,” Carlos says, a small smile appearing on his face, “...you two, pick a team. Knights or Wildcats.”
You and Ricky reflexively share a look again.
“Uh… Knights.” he says, arbitrarily.
“I’ll be on his team,” you say.
“Alright,” Carlos says, and begins explaining the rules. Ricky tries to suppress the smile, the warm feeling swirling and puffing up his chest at your words. You want to be on his team. He tries to pay attention to Carlos, but it’s so hard when you’re so close to him like this. He thinks that aside from the rocky start, this is the best way to start off the holidays. He can’t think of anywhere better to be than holding you, still a little blissed out, and having a great time with all your friends.
Your thumb brushing over the back of his hand, you’re trying not to space out too. You’ve been having a great time tonight, but you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen. You let out a sigh, trying your best to ignore it, to stay present with your friends, with Ricky. It doesn’t matter now, you remind yourself, if anything bad does happen, we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it. But for now, you’re going to have a nice night with your friends, and stop stressing about what could happen next.
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in the source link you’ll find 295 (100px) base icons of joshua bassett in his role as ricky bowen in high school musical: the musical: the series season 3 episode 1. the village is set in the present day and he was 21 years old in the project. do not use my icons for smut, or to rp as any real person including joshua himself. since i make my resources from scratch, please give this a like or reblog if you’re using these.
#joshua bassett#joshua bassett rp icons#joshua bassett base icons#rp icons#base icons#joshua bassett icons#**
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100 follower/Christmas event!
Request a blurb with a character and prompt number!
Characters I will be writing for:
Marvel:
Natasha romanoff
Steve Rogers
Peter parker
Wanda maximoff
Bucky Barnes
Kate bishop(No smut)
Yelena belova(No smut)
Harry Potter:
Harry Potter
Hermione granger
Ron Weasley
Weasley twins
Ginny weasley(No smut)
Neville longbottom
Luna lovegood(No smut)
(Young)Remus lupin
(Young)James potter
(Young)Sirius black
(Young)regulus black
DSMP(No smut):
Wilbur soot
Karl jacobs
Niki nihachu
Quackity
Stranger things:
Eleven(No smut)
Max mayfield(No smut)
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley
Mike wheeler(No smut)
Will byers(No smut)
Eddie munson
Nancy wheeler
Jonathan Byers
Jim hopper(No smut)
Cobra kai:
Danny larusso
Johnny Lawrence
Sam larusso
Robby keene
Eli moskowitz/hawk
Miguel Diaz
Tory nichols
Devon lee(No smut)
Kenny Payne(No smut)
Anthony larusso(No smut)
American horror story:
Tate langdon/kit walker/Kyle spencer
Violet Harmon/zoe benson
Misty day/Nora Montgomery
Grace Bertrand(No smut)
Cordelia Goode/Lana winters(No smut)
HSMTMTS:
Ricky bowen
Nini Salazar-roberts
Gina porter(No smut)
E.J. caswell
Ashlyn caswell(No smut)
Big red(No smut)
Enola Holmes:
Enola holmes
Viscount Tewksbury
Sherlock Holmes
William Lyon
Sarah/cicely(No smut)
Wednesday:
Wednesday Addams(No smut)
Xavier Thorpe
Enid Sinclair(No smut)
Tyler galpin
Bianca barclay
Ajax petropolus
(Young) Gomez Addams
(Young) morticia frump
Fluff prompts:
1. “Look! It’s snowing!”
2. “Why are you wearing my sweater?”
3. “Hun, We’re not putting the tree up. It’s November.”
4. “Hey, look, mistletoe!”
5. “Don’t eat those cookies! They’re for Santa!”
6. “I cant believe you just slipped on ice-”
7. “Can we please get hot chocolate?!”
8. “So were just snowed in??”
9. “This is just what I wanted, thank you!”
10. “How do you hate Christmas!? It’s the best holiday!”
11. “Give me my mittens back!” “Come take them!”
12. “I cant reach the Christmas lights..”
13. “Why are all the gifts in paper bags?” “The cat/dog chewed up the wrapping paper…”
Angst prompts:
1. “Nice job, you ruined Christmas.”
2. “I cant believe you wont be home for Christmas Eve.”
3. “What do you mean, the flight was canceled?”
4. “Stop calling me, you’re making me loose Christmas spirit.”
5. “That eggnog had some rotten eggs in it huh…”
6. “I should have never bought you that gift.”
7. “Don’t touch me.”
8. “It’s cold out here, I’m leaving.”
9. “Just take me home.” *car breaks down*
10. “A gift isnt going to fix this.”
Smut prompts:
1. “Keep acting like that, and you’ll end up on the naughty list.”
2. “Stop throwing snowballs at me.” “Why don’t you come over here and make me?”
3. “You Sure you’re not hot with all those clothes on?”
4. “I could help warm you up…”
5. “Your cheeks are so warm…did I get you flustered?”
6. “You look great in that Mrs. Clause costume, hun.”
7. “You poor thing…you’re quivering..”
8. “Ready for your gift now? *Pulls out handcuffs*”
9. “Hun, I can see through your shirt…”
10. “I didn’t know this movie was rated R…”
11. “Is that a mistletoe in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
#natasha romanoff x reader#Steve Rogers x Reader#peter Parker x Reader#Bucky Barnes x Reader#wanda maximoff x Reader#Harry Potter x Reader#Fred weasley x Reader#Sirius black x Reader#James potter x Reader#wilbur soot x Reader#Karl jacobs x Reader#quackity x reader#steve harrington x reader#robin buckley x reader#eddie munson x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#miguel diaz x reader#sam larusso x reader#robby keene x reader#Danny larusso x reader#Eli moskowitz x reader#Tory nichols x reader#tate langdon x reader#violet harmon x reader#misty day x reader#cordelia goode x reader#ricky bowen x reader#enola holmes x reader#tewksbury x reader#xavier Thorpe x reader
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#SCFTSUNSHINE an independent blog for fandomless oc, riley coraline mills. with a number of different verses. as very deeply cherished & established by pluto.
PLUTO. 27. THEY/THEM. EST.
18+ only. minors do not interact
ANTI JKR (riley has a harry potter verse, any & all harry potter content will be tagged)
discord: thesmallestplanet
personal blog: swiftlylivie
multifandom multi: pcetstcrtured
halloween-based multi: spcckystcries
now you see me multi: lessycusee
julie & the phantom multi: shinetcgether
steve harrington solo: theha1r
ricky bowen solo: rickymbowen
riley's pinterest board: found here
riley's spotify playlist: found here
psd credits: sunshine
my name is pluto, i'm 27, use they/them pronouns & reside in the est timezone.
this blog is 18+ only, minors do not interact. mutuals only, non-mutuals do not interact. & heavily anti jkr (riley has an hp verse).
i understand ocs, especially fandomless & especially females, are not always accepted or understood the rpc but riley is a character that means a lot to me. i've been writing her for years & i've put more love & work into her than any other muse. she is honestly my favorite muse ever, so please do not send me in any hate or criticisms on her. you will be blocked.
as it currently stands, i will not be following or following back any solo blogs in the stranger things rpc (or stranger things multimuse blogs) & i will likely soft block if you follow. longer psa about that here.
i will state here & now though, you will get hard blocked without hesitation if you support trump or republican views in any ways, are any kind of queer/transphobic, ableist or racist. that stuff does not fly on this blog & i would honestly just prefer it if you don’t follow me at all. it’ll make things easier for both of us. there also may be other reasons i hardblock (or softblock) you, just know if i’ve done so it is for my own comfort and safety. also i prefer if you unfollow me that you just softblock.
there may be times where my activity just gets really low & dips for days at a time, adhd has a tendency of getting the best of me & making it hard to concentrate enough to be here. so just please know & understand this.
i much prefer memes over anything for new interactions. it’s honestly just the easiest thing for me. i will put out starter calls occasionally, but they will likely be one-liner or lyrical unless inspiration strikes. also, unless you are a close friend, i admittedly suck at plotting, but i will try my best if you’re interested or i’m interested in you/a plot you’re seeking.
that being said with memes, memes can always be sent at any time. no matter how long ago it was reblogged, you are always free reign to send it in. there may be an exception to this rule occasionally if it is one of these memes that’s like - just one thing & i’m starting to lose inspiration for it/running out of new ways to answer it.
this blog is multiship, for the most part. however please note i will also not write any incestuous or minor x adult ships or ships that erase sexuality under any circumstances. also, to note, there will never be any cheating done between ships unless it is plotted.
there may be smut posted on this blog, but i do require both the muses and the faceclaims to be 18+. also i feel like this goes without being said considering i write only with muns who are 18+ generally but - i will not do smut with any muns under 18. all smut posted will be tagged with ‘usfw’.
when it comes to other nsfw/taboo/triggering topics, i likely won’t do anything too dark in roleplay. suicide, rape, non-con, etc. i also won’t likely do a whole lot with natural disasters or anything of the like. & will be selective with things involving death. i will tag anything i think that could be potentially triggering/things in your trigger list, i will tag them as ‘trigger tw’. i have a list of my own triggers that can be found here & i’d really appreciate if you’d check those out and take the time to tag these for me. or just at least tag anything you reblog with these as ‘pluto don’t look’.
i will not interact with muses from 13 reasons why, it, child’s play/chucky, swarm (2023) or honestly any slasher film franchise* or otherwise. honestly i can do some other horrors but to simplify it, any muses from any horror media outside of ghost/paranormal films & the zombieland franchise i likely will not interact with, & i cannot do slasher films at all. i also won’t interact with people who roleplay fictionalized versions of real people, genderbent muses, or religious** muses (the exception to this being muses from like lucifer & supernatural). also i would prefer not to interact with billy hargrove, jason carver, bobby shaw or severus snape. the exception to all of these though, are multimuses who include other types of muses.
*i will interact with characters from the scream franchise
**to note, this is mainly referring to christianity
do not godmod my characters or try to control their actions. do not assume how they feel in your narrative or anything along those lines. though if it is necessary to say my muse did something small in order to move the thread along (sat down, your muse takes an object from them, my muse followed yours, etc) then that is okay. but if you’re ever unsure, it is totally okay to ask me. this rule includes metagaming.
i have a list of banned faceclaims that can be found here, these faceclaims are banned for a reason, i ask you do not ask why they are. it is for my own personal preference & safety. also this being said, i am very likely to just straight up hardblock you if you use a deceased faceclaim.
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It Just Happened ~ Ricky Bowen X Reader
Summary: (You are aged up in this) You and Ricky have been friends since you were young, and you have a light crush on him. One day when he comes over, things get juicy.
Warnings: Cussing, fluff, alcohol, light smut.
Pairing: Ricky Bowen X Female reader (you can change it if you'd like).
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"I'm bored." says Jenna, my friend since first grade. I sat down next to her, "What do you wanna do?"
"I don't know. Should we invite more people? There's nothing to do. And omg it's a great day outside." says Jenna
"Okay, I'll call Ricky." I say
"The one you kinda like?" asks Jenna
"... How do you know that?" I ask
"Your face lit up when you said Ricky."
"Well... Okay, maybe I kinda like him. But that doesn't mean I won't hang out with you."
Jenna laughs, "Come on. I'll leave, I have things to do anyway. Have fun with your boyfriend."
"Jenna..." I say
"Y/nnnnn..." says Jenna
"Stayyy." I say
"No, I will be leaving, and youu are gonna thank me and that's that! Now byeeeee!" she says and leaves before I can say anything. Well, alright then.
"Fine. Love you!" I say
"Love you, too!" she screams back. Then I call Ricky after asking my mom if he can come over, which she says he's always welcome.
"Hey, Y/n/n. What's up?" he picks up
"Hey, Ricky. Wanna come over?" I ask
"What if I'm not in Salt Lake?"
"Ricky, we both know you are, I saw you two days ago." I say
"What if I moved away?"
"You didn't."
I hear him chuckle, "Alright, fine. I'm coming give me... 10 minutes."
"Alright, byeee!" I say, then hang up.
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After 10 minutes I hear the doorbell ring. I open it to see Ricky with a grin on his face.
"Heyy, come on in!" I say, and we go to the living room.
"How've you been?" he asks
"I've been, okay. You?" I ask
"Same here. I miss being drunk though." he says, we used to go to parties and drink almost every week. Then high school was over and we both just decided to get a job and not go to college yet.
"How long has it been since you last drank?" I ask
"Eh. About a month." he says
"Wow... How did you survive?" I ask
"I just did..." he says, then sees an alcohol bottle on one of the tables that my brother just forgot to put away after his 'experiment'... Don't ask, "Ooo!" he tries to grab the bottle and opens it, but I stop him before he does.
"Ricky, no." I say, and grab the bottle away from him, kind of spilling it.
"What? I was just gonna drink a little bit." he says
"I don't care. Don't drink right now." I say, as I grab a towel to clean the mess Ricky made me do.
"Fine." he says as he watches me clean it. After I'm done cleaning the table, I clean the bottle as well in case it spilled on it. As I close the cap and make sure it's tight I feel Ricky put his head on my shoulder, and his arms around my waist, "Whatchu doing?" I try and hide my blush.
"Hm, you're warm." he says in a childish voice.
"Alright." I say, "I need to put the bottle away, though."
"Just put it on the table where you found it." he says, I guess it makes sense. My brother needs to learn to clean after himself anyway.
"Alright, fine." I say putting the bottle back on the table. That's when I realized that Ricky smelled... Different. Is he wearing cologne?
"Hey, when did you start wearing cologne--" I started as I turned around but got cut off by his lips smashing on mine. His arms never leaving my waist.
I pull away, "Are you sure you're not drunk..?"
"Yeah." he says, as he kisses me again. I don't say anything, just kiss back and put my arms around his neck.
I feel him sit down on the couch and get me on his lap as he pulls me closer. He pulls me so close that... Omg... I can feel it. I can feel his... Uh... You know...
It's getting harder by the second. He starts to kiss down my neck which gives me a chance to speak, "Ricky, what's gotten into you?"
"Do you know how hot you look right now?" he asks, stopping and looking at me. What does he mean? I'm just wearing a little oversized t-shirt and shorts.
"I'm just wearing a t-shirt." I chuckle
"Well, you always look hot to me anyway." he says. Is he really sure he isn't drunk?
"No, Y/n. I'm not drunk." he says, shit, did I say that out loud?
"No, you didn't say it out loud, I just know what you're thinking." he says, I mean true he's known me since first grade.
"Exactly." he says
"Okay, stop reading my thoughts." I say as I reposition myself on his lap because I was kind of crooked. He pulls me closer as I do so.
"Ricky, I don't know if you're in the right mind. You may not be drunk, but you're not thinking straight." I say
"I am. Y/n, I've liked you since... I don't even know, it's been a while. But you haven't paid attention to me at all, so I tried to date Alyssa and other girls to distract myself but they never got me the way you did. The way you do. The only reason I tried something today was because Jenna told me you kinda like me." he says
"Jenna said what?" I ask
He chuckles, "Was she right? I-is she right?"
I look him in the eyes trying to pull a prank on him. His slight smile faded, "Oh... Well, alright then. Sorry." he said as he tried to get up.
Then I smirk, "She's right. Don't worry." then I kissed him again, making him moan. I felt him harden even more under me, and he pulled me closer, grinding me on him.
"Want to take this upstairs?" he asks
I smirk, "Sure."
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The second we enter my room he closes the door and locks it, pinning me against the wall and pulling me close as he kisses me. My hands travel around his neck, then as one hand stays there just tugging on his hair, the other travels down to his chest, to his waist, and then I grab his crotch. I just feel how hard it is for a second and make a memory of its shape. He groans and pushes me on the bed, pinning my arms above me.
He kisses me again, grinding onto me making the both of us moan. I take off his shirt as he takes off mine. I take a moment to look at his abs, holy shit they're insane. I feel them as he kisses my chest after a moment of looking at them with lust.
His kisses trail down to my stomach, and to my thighs, before he gets to that one spot, he looks up at me asking for permission. But I smirked and flipped us around, "You've had your fun. Now, it's my turn."
He smirks as I started to kiss him again, then start to kiss his neck.
"That's too bad. I wanted to taste you." he groans.
"You'll taste me some other day." I say as I start trailing kisses down his stomach, feeling his strong muscles, and then stop as I come across his boxers. I look up to him for permission to take them off, but he just smirks and flips us around like I did to him, "Some other time, babe."
His hand then reaches into my panties, and starts drawing circles on my clit, "Wow... All this for me?"
I chuckle, "Looks like it." he then inserts a finger in me, causing me to moan as he moves his finger in and out, then inserting another one.
"Ricky..." I say
"Hm?" he says
"I need you." I say
"Need me to do what?" he smirks
"I need you inside me." I say
"As you wish." he says, then takes off his boxers, revealing his hard and red member. Without a second thought, he positions his member to my entrance, and slides it in.
It doesn't hurt as much, because I was really horny and wet. But I've heard that normally it does hurt if this is your first time.
"Holy shit. You're so tight. How are you so tight?" asks Ricky.
"Cause this is my first time." I say, trying not to moan.
"Same here." he says
"Really?" I ask surprised.
"Yeah. Why are you so surprised?" he asks
"I don't know. I mean, look at you..." I say
"Aww, you're too cute. I wouldn't rather do this with anyone but you." he says, as he gets faster. And faster. And even faster.
My hands dig into my back, moans fill the room. And after a while we both release as Ricky pulls out.
"Holy... Fuck..." he says while catching his breath.
"Indeed..." I say, he looks at me, "Please tell me we're dating now."
I smirk, "We are."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
#hsmtmts#ricky bowen#ricky bowen imagines#joshua bassett imagines#rickybowensmut#joshuabassettsmut#hsmtmtssmut
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one more time | pt. 1
IN WHICH: y/n realizes she had a one night stand with the one person she didn’t expect.
INSPIRATION: feel good inc. — gorillaz, babylon — 5 seconds of summer
WARNING: this whole series is gonna be pretty sexual. i’m making ricky and everyone in the crew a year up, so everyone’s in their senior year and 18+. there’s also implications of sex so read with caution. there’s also underage drinking
A/N: since simply utterly is coming to an end, i’m posting a friends with benefits au cause everyone who reads my stuff probably noticed how much i love clichés
pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6
You had been best friends with Ricky Bowen since the 3rd grade.
It was unconventional, the way you both met each other. Ricky had accidentally tossed a football right into your eye, and to make it up to you, he let you give him one back by punching him in the eye. You both had to see the principal that day, with your matching black eyes as the principal threatened to call your parents.
Since then, you had been inseparable. You stuck with Ricky through thick and thin; from when his parents started having problems to when Nini Salazar-Roberts broke up with him right before junior year, you were there. You were there to read lines out for High School Musical: the Musical with him. You were always there, with your window wide open and the rope ladder already hanging out for him to climb up to your room.
In the same way, he was there for you. From when the boy you had a crush on for years rejected you to when you got asked out on your first date and needed outfit advice, he was there. When your boyfriend broke up with you in the middle of junior year, he was there with movies and blankets. He had pictures of you hung up in his room, his favorite being the one from third grade. You, with the glasses that were a side too big for your face and him, with his two front teeth missing, smiling at the camera with matching black eyes.
You both knew each other’s secrets. The fears of love you both attained in your lives, the overwhelming dislike of growing up— you looked to each other for a way to escape.
Your friendship has always been that way: strong, unbreakable.
You rubbed your eyes groggily, forcing yourself up off the bed. Immediately, you noticed the lack of clothes you had and the body next to yours. Letting out a small groan, you cursed yourself for yet another guy you had to let down with a note.
That fear of love always stayed.
You shut your eyes, rubbing your temples to try and remember what had happened last night.
Ej’s college acception party. Winning beer pong with Ricky against Seb and Carlos. Drinking an alarming amount of alcohol and skinny dipping in the pool. Kissing someone hard while you pushed them up against the door.
What a party.
You stood up, making sure whoever was next to you in bed was fast asleep. His head was hidden under the blankets, and soft snores escaped his huddled form. You let out a small sigh, reaching down for the haphazardly thrown clothes around the room.
You passed an absurdly patterned red blue and white shirt as you reached for your bra, eyes lingering on the item of clothing for just a second too long.
You’ve seen that shirt before.
You shook your head to rid of your thought, ignoring the striking pain that followed from your hangover. You trudged around the room, picking up the dress you wore that night. You then found your underwear, and as you walked closer to it to reach it, your eyes landed on another piece of clothing.
A white inside shirt. To anyone else, that would’ve meant nothing. But to you, it meant something that made your heart drop.
“What are you wearing?” you laughed out the minute Ricky opened his door.
“I think it’s pretty snazzy for a college acceptance party,” Ricky grinned, giving you a twirl and letting oddly patterned shirt lift up as he did. He wore an oddly patterned button-up that was unbuttoned with a white tank top underneath and black pants.
You could hear Big Red snort next to you, and you rolled your eyes with a grin, crossing your arms over your chest.
“C’mon, lover boy, Ej’s been spamming me with texts since we’re five minutes late.”
Ricky walked up to the both of you, slinging his arms over both of your shoulders lazily. “Are we planning on getting shitfaced while we’re there?”
“What else are we supposed to do?” Big Red grinned, and you all cheered in response as you made your way to your car.
“Y/N?”
You whipped around, letting out a scream and immediately covering yourself up. Ricky slapped a hand over his eyes, yelling ‘Oh my God!’ over and over while you covered yourself with the clothes you had in your hands.
“What the fuck, Ricky?” you yelled, Ricky shaking his head rapidly and pointing blindly towards you with his free hand.
“Don’t you ‘what the fuck me!’” he fired back, his voice two octaves higher. “I don’t know what happened either!”
“You— We—“ you groaned, slipping on your underwear and looking between your underwear and Ricky’s patterned shirt. You put your bra on and slipped his shirt over your shoulders, blaming your choice on the fact that your dress would’ve taken more time.
“We fucked!” Ricky sputtered, removing his eyes and looking at you. His face bloomed red at the sight of you in nothing but his shirt and undergarments, but there were more pressing matters to deal with.
“Shut up!” you hissed, pressing a finger to your lips and looking around at the room you both were in.
This wasn’t your house or Ricky’s.
“Oh my God,” you muttered, running a hand through your hair and making your way to the door. You opened it slowly, peeking out in the hall while Ricky climbed out of bed and pulled his boxers and pants on. The smell of breakfast wafted down the hall, and you cursed under your breath as you shut the door slowly. “We never left Ej’s house.”
“Are we just ignoring the fact that we most likely had sex?” Ricky asked, head pounding with confusion as he walked over to you.
“We’re just gonna skip over that part,” you stated, glaring at him. You leaned back against the closed door, closing your eyes and trying to let the memories come back to you.
“Holy shit!”
You cheered as you made the last cup in, Seb and Carlos groaning in defeat and the crowd of people you barely knew yelling in victory around you. You pulled Ricky into a hug, his arms around your waist as he lifted you up and spun you around drunkenly.
“We are gods!” Ricky hollered, making you laugh as your arms went around his neck. His eyes lingered on you for just a second too long before he put you back down, swaying slightly as he did.
You looked at him, an unspoken agreement between both of you as the sounds of the party became white noise. Your hand reached for his, intertwining with his fingers as you pulled him away from everyone else.
You led him down the hall, ignoring the other people talking and making out as you opened a random door and pulled him inside with a laugh.
You shut the door and pressed him up against it, his hands reached down to your cheeks and bringing your lips to his. The kiss was fast, needy, and you found yourself wanting more as you tugged his button-up shirt off and he started undoing your dress.
“We can’t tell anyone about this,” you stated, opening your eyes to look at him. He was biting his lip, eyebrows furrowed as he nodded in instant agreement.
“You’re right. Besides, it meant nothing, right?” Ricky asked as if he was reassuring himself more than you.
You nodded your head rapidly, letting out a breath. “You’re right! It was just..”
“Sex,” Ricky finished, and you sighed, buttoning the middle button on his shirt as a way to cover yourself up just a bit more.
You opened the door, peeking your head out and stepping out of the room. You heard voices from the kitchen, and your heartbeat sped up when you realized you had to explain your situation to the people there. Your fingers started nervously tapping on the door, the habit immediately catching Ricky’s eye.
“Chill out— you’re tapping your fingers again,” Ricky murmured behind you, and you sent him a look before you started walking down the hall to the kitchen.
“Ah, look who’s awake!” Big Red grinned teasingly, leaning against the countertop as he ate his pancakes. Carlos was seated on the counter, his smile almost as big as Big Red’s as he ate his own pile of pancakes. There were two other plates on the countertop, ready for you and Ricky.
“Don’t,” you grumbled, sitting next to Carlos and cutting a piece of the pancake you had.
“Where’s Ej? And why are you two still here?” Ricky asked, trying to ignore Big Red’s eyes on him as he started eating his pancakes nonchalantly.
“Work or something. Honestly, I have no idea— he just had to leave in a hurry,” Big Red explained with a growing smile. “We both passed out from last night so we just slept on the couches.”
“Seb was here too. He had to leave since his mom called,” Carlos added. “Ej and Seb don’t know that you two fucked, so you’re in the clear,” Carlos spoke indifferently, as if he was talking about the weather.
“Carlos—“ you glared, making him shrug nonchalantly and shove another piece of pancake into his mouth.
“Now, don’t ignore our questions because we do deserve an explanation,” Carlos stated, pointing his fork between you and Ricky. You were staying on opposite sides of the kitchen, Ricky with Big Red and You with Carlos.
“We may have been passed out drunk last night, but you two were loud enough that we heard,” Big Red snickered, grabbing his glass of orange juice as he started making sounds that sounded similar to a bed creaking. Ricky slapped the side of his bicep, making Big Red snigger again.
“I wish we know how it happened,” you said with a slight frown.
“So, you aren’t even together?” Big Red asked.
“Nope,” Ricky replied, popping the ‘p’ as he finished his pancakes.
“That’s some cliche shit right there,” Carlos commented, making you roll your eyes. “What? I’m just saying you,” he pointed his fork to Ricky, “and you,” he pointed his fork to you, “have been best friends for how long now? And you had sex on a drunken night?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Talk about a WattPad fanfic coming to life.”
“How do you even know about what that WattPad stuff?” Big Red asked with a raised brow, Carlos hiding his smile behind his glass of water.
“Harry Styles is a beaut,” Carlos stated, making you chuckle while Big Red shook his head. “But back to the point. What’re you two gonna do now?”
Ricky shrugged, looking down at the mess of syrup on his plate as he thought. “It was just one time. It won’t happen again.”
“Yep,” you added. “We promised that it was just meaningless sex.”
“Mhm,” Carlos hummed, sharing a look with Big Red as he listened. “Are you sure?”
“A hundred percent,” you replied with a reassuring smile.
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Ricky grabbed your thighs, wrapping it around his waist as he kissed down your neck. He pressed you up against the wall, his lips descending down your neck and leaving marks in its wake.
You let out a breathy moan, feeling him nip playfully before he pulled your shirt off and threw it somewhere in his room.
It was supposed to be a study date. You were paired up on a project, and you both only lasted an hour before you got to where you were now; making out and stripping each other against the wall.
You tugged his hair roughly, the low groan he let out hitting you in more ways that one as you pulled his shirt off and throw it behind him. You pulled him back to your lips with need, lips locking with urgency as everything went into overdrive.
“You gotta be quiet, hun,” he breathed against your neck, trying to pull his pants down while you nodded frantically. You threw your head back against the door, letting out a whimper when you felt him grind against you hard. He moaned into your neck, breath hot against your skin while you managed a smirk.
“You too, lover boy,” you groaned when you felt him buck up against you, hands gripping him as if your life depended on it. “We — shit — promised it wouldn’t happen again,” you managed between moans, feeling him move. Each thrust sent up up the wall and back down, and your legs wrapped harder around him.
“I know, but,” he bit his lip, trying to keep in the sounds that threatened to come out “Just one more time,” Ricky murmured breathlessly, kissing under your ear while you nodded.
“Yeah. One more time.”
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