hello and welcome to my kinktober of 2024! there’s gonna be a fic every two days and they’re all listed down below. with that being said, let’s get into it!
please take note that some fics may contain taboo themes such as age gap, somno, etc. each fic will have their own warnings once posted.
NAVIGATION // MAIN MASTERLIST
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 01 — MARVEL ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 1 — praise | best friend’s brother!pietro maximoff x reader
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 3 — brat taming | dom!miguel o’hara x bratty!sub!reader
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 02 — STRANGER THINGS ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 5 — overtimulation | bucky barnes x reader
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 7 — high sex | argyle x goth!reader
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 9 — dacryphilia | older!mechanic!eddie munson x shy!reader
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 11 — fingering | steve harrington x reader
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 03 — OTHER CHARACTERS ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 13 — size kink | geralt of rivia x reader
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 15 — corruption kink | thomas shelby x naive!reader
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 17 — manhandling | luke alvez x reader
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 19 — somnophilia | levi ackerman x reader
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 21 — marking | vampire!chris motionless x witch!reader
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 23 — body worship | vinny mauro x reader
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 25 — choking | ricky olson x reader
＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 05 — REQUESTS ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 27 — TBD
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 29 — TBD
₊˚⊹♡ OCT 31 — TBD
Content warnings: protected p in v sex, mild anxiety attack, fluff, alcohol, smoking, angst, voice kink, 18+ MDNI
Summary: When the reader gets ditched at a college house party, a familiar face she hasn't seen in years offers comfort and more. Older brother's best friend trope.
Word Count: 4k
Author's note: It's good to be writing again <3 also I've never actually been to a party or anything like this so don't be mean lmao
This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fictional situation.
The pungent scent of beer assaulted your nose the second your foot crossed the threshold of Matt’s house. Well, Matt and his roommates. The landlord’s house. It was further away from campus than you thought, it didn’t help that Kate took a wrong turn either. You held a hand up to your brow and squinted against the harsh lights pulsing against your right temple. The bass from the too loud speakers that surrounded the living room pumped directly into your chest and radiated to every crevice of your body.
“How long do y-”
“What?” you shouted down at your roommate. You couldn’t even hear half of your own response, let alone hers. Kate grabbed your wrist, pulled you down, and shouted into your ear in return.
“HOW LONG DO WE NEED TO STAY?” Annoyance flashed briefly in your chest, she agreed to come after all, you assumed she wanted to be here, too. You shrugged with a small huff, not wanting to destroy your throat within the first five minutes of being there. As your breath puffed between your lips, you glanced around. You only recognized a few people here and there. Matt was nowhere to be found, he was either moderating or fucking. No inbetween. The dim light and packed room made it hard to distinguish between blurs of flesh and flowing hair. You blinked a few times and turned back to Kate.
“Wanna get a drink?” You mouthed as you stupidly raised a hand to your lips.
“Whatever,” Kate mouthed back and dropped her hand against her thigh. You refrained from rolling your eyes and turned to find the kitchen, turning just enough to ensure that Kate followed. You weaved through hands holding cracked Solo cups and couples releasing lips just long enough to breathe in the musty air before finally switching carpet for tile beneath your feet. The shielding wall provided instant relief from the headache of music in the living room, the backsplash tile now a dusty gray from dozens of college students and a handful of mishaps working their greasy magic throughout the years. You scanned the counter quickly, surveying your options. Coors Lite, Budweiser, Red Bull, a keg placed thoughtfully on the chipped tile, a bowl of bright red god knows what on the counter, and an assortment of sodas scattered around. Considerate, you thought. You reached for a Red Bull as Kate grabbed a Solo cup and leaned over to sniff the bowl, her fingertips flipped back to pinch her brown hair against her shoulder,
“Are you fucking crazy?” You snorted with only a pinch of humor lacing your voice. Kate’s lips thinned instantly.
“What? Why not?” She snipped, her body bent over the counter. A single lock slipped free from between her fingers and dangled dangerously close to the lip of the bowl.
“Umm…maybe because you don’t know what’s in it?” You retorted as you punched the tab into the top of your drink.
“Yeah cause that’s so good for you.” Kate’s eyes tipped up and over as she stood and gestured to the beverage in your hand. She sunk the rim of her cup into the drink, letting it fill part way before lifting it out, locking eyes with you, and taking a purposeful swallow.
“Whatever,” you murmured, taking a swig of your own, safer drink. “Let’s wander.” You followed Kate out of the grungy kitchen and back into the pounding noise of the living room. Smoke scratched its way down your throat, chasing the energy drink and it took everything in you not to cough. You never got used to it, not even when your brother and his friends would smoke like chimneys at home, when they’d blow the smoke directly into your face. The bass pounded so loud you could barely hear the identifying lyrics of the song. You followed Kate to the few open feet of the living room next, every couch and chair was taken.
“Oh my god, Kate!” You could barely hear the words that brushed past your cheek to Kate who turned, her face breaking into an open smile. The unfamiliar redhead tipped past you to crash into an arms length away hug with Kate. You stood with your palm over the top of your drink as you held it tensely by your side, your free hand clutching your opposite wrist. Matt and Derek were nowhere to be found. Probably off having a threesome or something, you thought bitterly. You didn’t recognize any of the girls here either, besides the occasional familiar face you’ve seen around or passing in class, but nobody you could just go up and talk to. A sharp tug on your hand brought you back to reality.
“Ow! What?” You cried out, whipping your head out of the space you’d drifted off to.
“Jen and some others are heading out for food, maybe a movie if there’s time. I’m gonna go with them, ‘kay?”
“What, but-” Panic clouded quickly through your mind. “You said you’d be here with me.”
“Yeah, I came for a bit, I don’t want to stay.”
“We’ve barely been here fifteen minutes!”
“You know I hate shit like this.” You folded your arms, the Red Bull can wedged in the crook of your arm as heat singed the tips of your ears.
“No, I didn’t actually,” you murmured bitterly. “You said you’d stay with me though, you can’t just leave me, you're my ride!”
“Find a ride, you obviously know someone here. I’ll see you back at the dorm.” Clouds of haze absorbed her retreating figure as you stood there anxiously in the middle of a party you no longer wanted to be at. You felt like you were being watched from all angles, itches crawled all the way down your back as you bit your lip and searched for anyone to cling to, anyone that you might recognize. But there was no one, so you clutched onto your RedBull for dear life and started making your way around the house.
Skin on skin melted together with the lowlight that consumed every open space and blood bursted through every vein in a desperate attempt to compensate for your heaving lungs. You stumbled up the shag-carpeted stairs to a narrow hallway. You opened the first door to your left, hoping to find reprieve from the noise. The sight of more skin and naked bodies than you wished to see that night made you slam the door closed quicker than you’d opened it. Why couldn’t people use the fucking locks? You made your way to the end of the hall as your vision narrowed. The cool metal doorknob soothed your sweaty palm as you opened the door, your panicked sight preventing you from seeing the figure engulfed in a cloud of smoke sitting on the bed.
Silence numbed your ears the second the door closed and you took a shuddered breath of relief, body against the door as though to prevent the rest of the world from seeping through.
“You okay?” You cursed in surprise, thumping back against the door with a jolt as you searched through the dark room. Finally, your eyes caught on the slim man sitting hunched over on the pristine bed, a red glow from his cigarette butt doing little to light his face. You blinked and squinted.
“Ricky?” you laughed in shy disbelief. His own eyes narrowed before relaxing in recognition.
“Hey, what’re you doing here?” he huffed in similar disbelief.
“Just- uh, y’know,” you gestured vaguely to the leftover party behind the closed door. “I can leave if you want.”
“No, stay, I don’t mind,” he said with that nostalgic mild rasp that you remembered hearing so many times as he wandered and laughed with your brother throughout your house as a kid.
“You sure?” you asked, hand still resting on the doorknob, ready to make an exit should he ask you to.
“M’sure,” he said casually, the word slipping out the side of his mouth to compensate for the cigarette that bounced with every movement. The lingering smoke tickled your nose as it slid down your throat and you swallowed the hacking cough that desperately wanted to emerge. “You can come sit down, you know.”
Heat flushed across the dips of your cheeks, and the muscles in your jaw clicked as your hand slid from the doorknob. Your knees felt disconnected and every stride towards the bed felt awkward and too long. You lowered yourself to the unfamiliar mattress, a safe two feet from Ricky. Silence filled the room like the pungent smoke still being blown from his parted lips. You crossed your ankles and held your breath, uncrossed them and blew it out.
“Is the smell bothering you?” His voice was kinder than you expected it to be, considering the fact that you intruded on what was probably the only silence he’d had for a while.
“No, the smell’s fine,” you said, waving your hand in a dismissive gesture. Regardless, he smashed the smouldering cig into the sole of his worn out shoes, ash raining down on the carpet below. He half stood and leaned across the open space to place the smudge on the chipped window sill before dropping back onto the bed.
“It’s been a couple years, huh?”
“Yeah,” you chuckled. “I think the last time I saw you was the summer after you and Zander graduated.”
“Wow, that long?” Ricky leaned back on his hands, his jacket creasing at his wrists.
“Guess so.” Silence enveloped the two of you once again and you tried your best to ignore the heat spreading from your cheeks. Yellow streetlight poured down into the room and you played with it between your hands for a moment, observing the long shadows.
“What’re you doing here anyway?” A laugh hid just beneath the words and heat bloomed for a different reason.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, how do you even know anybody here? Doesn’t seem like your kind of place to be on a Saturday night.” Ricky’s ankles rotated and his head cocked somewhere between you, the ceiling, and the window. The comment irked you and you pulled the skin of your cheek between your teeth before releasing it and responding.
“A guy from my Comms class invited me,” you said shortly. Tension seemed to flow in the space between you, swirling in the gaps between your leggings and his signature black skinny jeans that never went out of style for him.
“So are you with him or-”
“I haven’t seen him actually,” you mumbled irritably. “He’s probably off in some other room of the house.”
“Who’d you come with then?” His soft voice extinguished the mounting fire and annoyance leaving only a blackish smudge in your chest similar to the one residing by the window. You looked down, fixing your gaze on the baseboards as a loose thread wound between your pointer finger.
“My roommate. She bailed on me about ten minutes ago though so…I’m here alone now. She was my ride too so that sucks ass.” The last remark tumbled out of your lips in a quiet, bitter afterthought.
“Well, you’re not completely alone.” You glanced up to meet his river blue eyes, the beginnings of a coy smile tugging on your lips as you flicked over his face. He’d always been cute; always one of the contenders for fuck, marry, kill at your middle school sleepovers. You’d always chosen marry so you had the option of fucking him more than once. His lips tugged your gaze down to mesmerize you with the way he bit at his piercings. You glanced up just in time to find his own eyes lingering on your lips. Something between you shifted. You’d never been alone with him for more than a few minutes at a time, usually only when your brother left to grab something. You’d never been…this alone with him. It emboldened you. You leaned forward an inch, lips parting slightly. You didn’t dare move more than that, if he didn’t take the hint then you still had time and space to play it off. But he did take the hint.
Ricky leaned forward just an inch more than you, both of you bobbing forward until you could feel his warm breath against your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut, anxiety reversing its way from your stomach to the base of your throat. Maybe it was the cover of night or the anonymity of a near stranger's house that gave you both the courage to finally close the gap. Honey soft lips smothered your own and you had to keep yourself from completely collapsing against him from how incredible it felt. Fingers tangled quickly in the back of your hair, the guitar-calloused finger pads keeping steady pressure against your scalp. The taste of him coated your lips and left a string between the two of you as you broke for air. You almost didn’t dare to breathe. Moonlight illuminated the side of his face, bringing out the erotic hues of his eyes as he glanced across your face through his fluttering lashes before crashing his lips into yours once more.
Hesitantly, you curled your fingers around his wrist, blood pulsing quickly beneath your touch. The mattress seemed to lure you down like a siren as you pulled him down on top of you, your hair haloing out on the unfamiliar quilt. His lips never broke contact as he settled between your bent legs and his hand swept from the back of your head to your cheek, the tip of his thumb settled in the delicate dip of your temple. The metal of the rings looping his lips dug into your skin as the kiss deepened, the change in texture only adding to the erotica. You wanted to moan his name when his tongue found your own, but you feared that if you broke the kiss it would give him time to think, time to back out and leave you there. The train of thought melted away the second his calloused fingers slipped under your shirt and your lips detached from his with a gasp. Ricky’s hands immediately stilled and his wide blown pupils looked down into your own.
“Sorry, is this okay? I should’ve asked-” Tension dispersed in his hand as he started to withdraw his fingers. Your stomach opened up into a pit and you quickly curled your fingers around his wrist again.
“No it’s fine, I like it,” you pant, biting your lip to discreetly taste the remnants of him. Ricky’s eyes shifted from caution to mischief in the same instant he dropped down to capture you in a kiss once more. You couldn’t hold back the moan that dissolved from your throat against his lips as his warm touch swayed up and down your bare sides. Tentatively, he pinched the hem of your shirt and tugged the silent question you answered by lifting yourself off the bed to yank the garment over your head. Ricky’s shirt quickly followed and your eyes studied the colorful ink along his arm and shoulder before he pushed you back down onto the mattress.
The moment his lips met yours again you knew the mood had changed. What was once curious and tentative was now hungry and desperate. You wound your fingers into his long, dark hair, tugging on the strands and relishing in the soft noise he let out. His own fingers brushed along the band of your bra and you inhaled quickly, allowing him to slip his tongue between your lips. Ricky’s hand wedged under your back blindly to undo your bra clasp and the instant the fabric was peeled away from your chest his fingers were grasping at your flesh, the article of clothing thrown back into the unfamiliar room.
“Ricky…” you breathed into his lips, arching into his touch as your nipples hardened against the chilled air that contrasted with his warm touch. Ricky groaned in response and fumbled his fingers across your skin to the waistband of your pants, clumsily trying to undo the button. His breathing was ragged and hurried, much like your own, as you both worked in tandem to get the both of your pants off. You tugged the tight material of his skinny jeans down over his pale thighs, his boxers slipping down just enough to reveal his v-line as you did. You bit your lip at the sight when he kicked his pants down to the end of the bed. You’d never seen this much of him before. The closest you’d gotten was the one time your brother allowed you to tag along with them to the pool, but his swim trunks weren’t this short.
“God, you’re so pretty.” Your eyes snapped back up to his to find him staring down at you, his kiss drunk eyes fixed on you. You stared at him for a moment, relishing in the way the moonlight struck his face. He was so beautiful. Your hands wound behind his head and yanked him down to you, the both of you moaning into the kiss once again.
“I need you,” you whimpered timidly, praying to god that he’d need you in the same way. A chill made its way across your tender skin as his fingers hooked into your underwear and slipped the fabric down your thighs. His eyes followed the path of fresh skin in awe and hunger until your panties slipped off your feet. Every breath that fluttered over your lips felt fragile, as though if you inhaled too deep, too long, it would shatter everything. His tattoos popped in the lowlight and you brushed a finger over the colorful blotches that adorned his shoulder, only tearing your eyes away when you noticed his boxers falling down his legs.
“I need you too,” Ricky muttered. You stared shamelessly at his cock, neck muscles straining at the steep angle. He brought a hand down to toy with himself, teasing the both of you in the process. A soft, breathy noise puffed out between Ricky’s lips, his eyebrows pinched together as he stroked his tip through your slit. Your arms shot out to wrap around him and you swallowed thickly, your lips immediately parting to pant needy breaths.
“Ricky, please,” you whispered. He looks down at you, contemplating for a moment before pulling back. A tugging chill bloomed quickly in your abdomen and your heart sunk as he reached behind him to shake out his pants. You were so fucking close. Were you that repulsive? Your degrading train of thought stopped when he ripped out a metallic square packet from the back pocket of his jeans. Condom. Duh.
Ricky’s eyes met yours in a hooded stare, his lips parted and panting in anticipation. He quickly rolled the condom on and resettled his thin form between your legs. He was so warm, his body a comforting weight over you and his stringy black hair pooling on the tops of your shoulders. You could feel his breath puffing over your cheek as he shifted his weight to one hand, grasping his shaft with the other and guiding it to your hole. You bit your lip and inhaled deeply as he pushed in, suspending your breath until he was buried to the hilt.
“Oh my god, Rick,” you strained airily. His arm trembled for a moment as he placed his now free hand beside your head, caging you beneath him. His eyes were screwed shut, brows twitching as his body rippled with pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed, pulling his hips back and pushing them forward experimentally. You whimpered and wrapped your arms over his back, pulling him closer as he continued to thrust. You’d had sex before, sure, but you’d dreamed about having sex with Ricky. Everything felt so surreal. The way Ricky was panting, the steady heartbeat of bass coming from the speakers downstairs, the hazy atmosphere and smoke filled air; it all seeped through your blissed out head in a foggy mist.
Flesh sunk up around your nails and the quilt peeled back from your spine as you arched into him. One of his hands fumbled around your thigh, trying to find the best angle. Your moans perforated the musty room, each one higher than the last. You clamped your lips shut, trying to keep your volume down and Ricky let out a huffy chuckle through his own pleasured noises.
“You- don’t have to be quiet. There’s at least th-three other couples having sex in this house right now,” he panted. “No one gives a shit.”
“I don’t really wanna talk ‘bout other people having sex while…while we’re having sex,” you slurred and huffed, eyes rolling closed. One of your legs slid out of its half bent position, collapsing down into Ricky’s crumpled up pants at the end of the bed.
“What do you want to talk about?” Ricky’s steel blue eyes bore holes in your own. His gaze alone made you clamp down harder around his cock and he let out a sinful groan followed by a sharper thrust. You cried out and hiked a leg up over his hip that he quickly supported with his free hand.
“A-anything…I just wanna hear your voice,” you mewled out, sexual frustration breaking out in a dewy sweat on your brow. The air felt suffocating, there was simultaneously too much and not enough space between the two of you.
“Yeah? You like listening to my voice, baby?” He dipped down lower, his lips caressing your ear for a moment before his words dripped out in a velvety whisper. “Does it make you hot? Does it make you wet?”
You whined desperately and nodded against the pillow. “Always has,” you whimpered, rocking your hips up into his. Ricky moaned in return and dropped his onto the pillow beside yours, cheeks pressed together.
“Oh baby,” he breathed, thrusting harder. You hooked your other leg up onto his hip, locking your ankles together. His cock throbbed inside you and you could feel pleasure tightening below your navel. “Fuck, baby!”
Creaks from the god-knows-how-old springs added into the mix of your moans and grunts that growed in a steady crescendo. Your hand wedged its way between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit, hips bucking as you did. Each muscle in your body wound tighter and you could feel an ache in your hips that you knew you’d still be feeling the next day, maybe more.
“Ricky!” You drew out the word in a choked whine an instant before the coil snapped and you gasped, releasing the air from your lungs in a collapsing moan of his name. Fire burned through your muscles, legs quivering and limbs snapping shut around his body, clamping him to you. Ricky buried himself deeper as he came with a pitched, hissing cry. The noises he made could send you to heaven. Your muscles stayed wound as his arms gave out and the little weight he carried slowly bore down on you. Heat slicked between your bodies and burned your chapped throat. You laid there for a moment; hearing fuzzy, head thrown back in the mattress, and the pretty boy- your pretty boy acting as a weighted blanket.
Slowly, your gasps and pants morphed into a breathless chuckle. The darkness sheeted your vision, but you could still picture Ricky’s expression as his lips turned up against the skin at your hairline, right beside your ear.
“What? What’s funny?” He murmured, his own tone light with the aftermath of bliss. A tear flowered at the corner of your eye and fell down to his cheek. Every emotion that simmered throughout the night had boiled over and was left raw in your heart. Excitement, exhaustion, betrayal, lust, anxiety, care- it all crashed down at once. You lifted a hand to your face as a chuckle-sob hybrid heaved in your chest.
“Nothing. It’s just been a crazy night,” you whispered, stuttering a quick breath. Ricky’s calloused fingertips soothingly ran the length of your side as his lips kissed whatever part of you he could reach without lifting his head.
“You still don’t have a ride, huh?” He whispered in return; you shook your head and sniffed. “Your roommate’s an ass. I’ll take you home, I’m sure we’ll both fit in my bed.”
Warnings : 18+ (MDNI), dirty talk, masturbation, dom and submissive, P in V, unprotect,
The echo of the last riff still resonates in your chest as you step through the dressing room door. The dim lighting stands in stark contrast to the commotion of the venue. Here, everything is slower, warmer, saturated with silence and tension. Ricky is there, alone, leaning back against an old couch, arms spread wide, eyes locked on you.
His black shirt is half unbuttoned, clinging with sweat to the tattooed lines of his chest. A damp strand of his black hair sticks to his temple. He doesn’t speak. He undresses you with his eyes.
You don’t move. You feel your breath quicken, your thighs clench with anticipation. You want him. And he knows it.
He rises slowly, like a predator. His presence dominates. He steps closer, stops barely a pace away. His scent—a mix of leather, heat, and the stage—surrounds you.
— On your knees, babygirl.
His voice is deep, hoarse. It’s a command, not a request. You obey without a word, heart pounding painfully. The floor is hard under your knees, but you don’t care. All you feel is his burning gaze sliding over you, possessive.
He circles you slowly, one hand in his hair, the other finishing unbuttoning his shirt, which he lets fall on the couch. He returns in front of you, slips two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
— Do you want to be mine tonight? he asks, his voice low like smoldering fire.
— Yes, I want to be yours, you whisper.
— No. Say it clearly.
— I want to be yours, Ricky. Completely.
A faint smile. He trails his fingers along your throat, up to your lips, brushing them with his thumb.
— Open.
You obey. He slowly slides his finger between your lips, then withdraws it, just as slowly, eyes fixed on you.
— Perfect.
He straightens up, slowly undoes his belt. The leather slips free with a sharp, dry sound. He wraps it around his hand, letting it hang like a promise. Then he moves behind you. His fingers linger on the zipper of your dress.
— Don’t move.
He lowers the zipper slowly, revealing your skin inch by inch. The cool air of the dressing room gives you goosebumps. He slides the dress down past your waist, then your knees. You’re there, offered, vulnerable, in black lingerie. You feel his breath against your ear.
— You have no idea what you’re doing to me, babygirl.
He gently bites your neck, then pulls away. You hear a zipper, a rustle. He’s behind you, shirtless, pants unzipped. He slides two fingers along your panties, then under the soaked fabric. He growls against your neck.
— Already so wet for me… Do you want me to make you come?
— Yes… please…
— Not yet.
He withdraws his hand, slaps your butt softly with the flat of the belt. Not hard, just enough to make you shiver.
— You’ll come when I order you to. Not before.
He gently pushes you forward until your palms touch the floor, hips raised. You hear his zipper come down. He pulls your panties aside with a swift motion.
— Get ready to feel me. Deeply.
And he takes you. Without warning. Slowly at first, filling you completely. A moan escapes you, raw, uncontrollable. He chuckles softly—a low, cruel sound.
— You’re perfect. Mine.
He starts a slow, powerful rhythm. Each thrust makes your body slap against his. You’ve lost all control. He pulls your hair to raise you slightly, whispers in your ear between ragged breaths:
— Not yet. Hold it. Be good.
And you obey, on the edge, at his mercy.
Ricky grips your hips tightly, buried deep inside you, each motion deeper, more deliberate. He’s methodical, dominant, and you feel it in the tension of his muscles—he’s taking his time to break you—slowly, deliciously.
His fingers tighten on your hip, then trail down your back, gently scratching your bare skin.
— You’re trembling, he murmurs. Do you want to come?
— Yes… Ricky, please…
You’re at your limit. Your belly twists, your thighs burn. But he slows down. He almost pulls out completely, leaving you empty for a second, and you whimper in frustration. He slaps your butt again, a bit harder this time. The leather belt still hangs from his wrist, swaying between your legs, brushing your skin like a threat.
— You’re going to wait a bit longer. You’ll learn to earn me.
He grabs your panties still clinging to your thighs and rips them off in one sharp motion. Then he kneels behind you again, his wet fingers reaching around to circle your clit—fast, precise. Your body reacts violently, a tremor shakes you head to toe.
— You’ll stay nice and open for me. And you’ll only come when I say so.
He thrusts back into you—harder this time. His movements push you forward, but his fingers stay on your clit. Your body begins to betray you, to beg, to vibrate.
— Tell me who you belong to.
— To you, Ricky. I’m yours.
— Say it again.
— I’m yours. Completely. I want you to take me, control me, make me come… please…
— Now.
The word explodes in your ear like thunder, and your body obeys without delay. The orgasm tears through you, uncontrollable. You scream his name, nails digging into the carpet, legs giving out, thighs trembling. He doesn’t stop. He keeps pounding into you, riding you like a crashing wave until his own breath breaks with a deep growl.
He tenses inside you, a rough moan at your neck. He comes, groaning your name, fingers clenched on your hips.
A few seconds pass. He stays there, against you, his hot chest pressed to your back, your breaths tangled together.
Then, gently, he withdraws. He helps you lie on your side on the carpet, your body exhausted but still vibrating from what he just made you feel. He leans over you, brushes a strand of hair away, kisses your temple.
— You’re beautiful when you obey me, he whispers.
He drapes the leather jacket from the couch over your naked body and lies beside you. You close your eyes, lulled by his scent, his warmth, still panting.
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Ricky was strung out, and he just wanted to go home, sink his teeth into a feeder and gorge his fill. Living off donated blood bags while they were on tour was the most disgusting, and vile feeling in the entire damn world. The sacrifices he made for Chris. Sometimes, if he was lucky when he could, he could pull up one of the feeder chat rooms for the town they were in on an off-day and see if anyone was offering, with a non-disclosure agreement of course. It wasn’t that their fans didn’t know he was a vampire, they did, and they were very aware, but it was highly discouraged for any of them to throw themselves at him offering up their blood.
One too many times had he gotten vials of blood sent in the mail from devoted fans, offering him a taste in hopes that he might want to come and drink from them, personally. So it was made known that he wouldn’t. It was ridiculous really, the worst ones, the blood was turned and rotted by the time it got to him, and at best they remembered to preserve it for transport in the vial, and he knew, it would taste like nothing but the chemicals that had been used to do so if he even tasted a drop. He didn’t, why would he? That kind of obsession was not something he was ever going to touch.
Anyone he drank from that was not a dedicated personal feeder at home, signed a NDA.
There was one exception to the rule for Rick. One person he’d fed from in the past that was neither technically a personal feeder nor he had ever asked to sign an NDA.
He knew she wouldn’t say anything. He knew she wouldn’t tell a soul.
Her neck would be on the line as much as his, and not because of the fans, but because of her brother.
Y/N was Chris’ little sister.
Admitted, Chris would forgive her, he’d never forgive Rick. There was no way in hell that he’d forgive Rick for touching his little sister.
Half-sister technically, but sister just the same, and Ricky, couldn’t get her out of his system, and it would seem, she was no better with the way her eyes had been on him the moment he’d entered the bar with her brother, but they’d switched quickly over to Chris the moment he’d called y/n, a smile immediately flashing across her features for her brother as she ran over and threw herself into his arms. She’d not seen him in weeks, Ricky didn’t miss the way her eyes lingered on him around his side as she hugged her brother.
They’d just gotten home from another stint on tour, and they would be home for a little bit, planning to work on some more music, and Ricky himself was strained from living of months off of blood bags. Sure, it might have been weeks since they’d been home, but months on tours, and barely a good bite here and there if he was lucky? He had thought about hiring a personal feeder for long tours, but the last time he tried, it give an intensely wrong impression, and she’d just gotten so attached when he got home.
He didn’t want that.
Especially when, when he was at home, he had other preferences in mind.
Ricky knew he shouldn’t, but Y/N was always on his mind.. Chris would kill him if he knew about the way he thought about his little sister, the things he thought about her.
He was not, well, there had been a time when he was not the most upstanding vampire there was. Chris wanting him to stay away from his little sister wasn’t without reason.. But did he listen? No.
Did she listen? No.
He did try to stay away from her at the bar, at least, he did try. Knowing that Chris was out the front with the other guys however, laughing, talking, with the chatter of all the other people the only noise that was keeping them hidden, it was just too tempting.. What she looked at him across the room while Chris was busy, her eyes meeting right before she slipped away, he smirked..
Following after a moment.. Throwing back his drink, before slipping right into the women’s bathroom, flicking the lock behind him.. It was easy to tell she was the only one in there, only one heartbeat.. Only one, hers.
Y/N was washing her hands in the basin, facing the mirror and Ricky’s already stormy blue eyes darkened at the sight of her in the reflection, moving behind her in a second, his arms either side of her on the counter, framing her in.
“Did you do what you were told?”
Breathing in her scent up the side of her neck slowly, god, she smelled divine, but that wasn’t the scent that he wanted just yet..
“Yes, Daddy.”
Smirking.. He’d given her very specific instructions of what she was supposed to do before she was to come tonight.. Admittedly, it was supposed to be for a treat for after, but he was impatient, and she was just being so alluring tonight, how could he resist. Not to mention, the mere thought of finding out if she’d behaved and actually done what he told her to, well, it was far too tempting.
“Mmmmm, I don’t know.. Maybe I should find out for myself.. What do you think, BabyGirl.. Should I?”
One of his hands was running up the insides of her legs, his fingers stroking up the bare skin of her thigh, she got that part right to start with,
“No tights, good girl.”
His voice a rasp as he smirked when he saw her face flush warm in the mirror, then as her fingers press harder to the counter in front of her, feeling the way she tried so hard not to squirm but her hips still shifted back against him ever so slightly. Tsking, he tilted his head forward to nip at the side of her neck with his blunt human teeth,
“Stay still.”
A whimper escaped her as his hand continued to travel up.. Until he came to the juncture of her thighs, and his fingers brushed along the lips of her pussy.. She was so wet already and she she whimpered when he denied her more, his hand slipping out from under her dress and lifting to lick the arousal from the very tips of his fingers.. A whine escaped her throat as she watched him in the reflection..
“Such a good girl.. How many did you have up there before you came inside?”
He told her.. She was to finger herself in the car before coming in, but not to cum, if she did, she would be allowed to again all night, and he wouldn’t touch her again, not once, before the next tour.. One orgasm for the price of many? That would be a no-brainer..
“Three, Daddy, please.. I’ll do anything you want. I need to cum so bad.”
Her thighs pressed together and he grinned at her in the reflection.
“Anything?”
She nodded eagerly to him.. He stepped back and patted the counter, up on the counter, face me.. All too eager, she didn’t even need to question him before she was hitching up her dress around her hips and was pulling her tiny frame up onto the counter. How she was Chris’ sister was beyond him, her miniature to Chris’ giant, but she was just a perfect size for Rick.. and fuck if he got his fill every time.
As much as he wanted to fuck her right now, and damn did he want to, it was too messy a clean up, and getting caught by Chris because y/n had his cum dripping down her thigh in the middle of the bar, really wasn’t on his agenda tonight.. That could wait until he got her back to her his apartment and he could take her apart properly. Have her come apart screaming on his cock.. He had another hunger to satisfy now.
Down on his knees before her, her his hands spreading her thighs wide, glancing up to her,
“You don’t cum unless I give you permission, and after I’ve had plenty to drink, understand?”
A whimper escaped her, but she nodded quickly, she knew what was coming, and it wasn’t the bite that was going to be the hard part ti endure, Ricky always like to push her right to the very edge of pleasure and pain.. That was the best part between them, while he fed.. Feeling her body shake under the assault of his fingers, his cock.. Whatever he was doing to her at the time..
His tongue traced up along the skin of her groin of her femoral artery, his favourite place to drink, and the most covert.. Who thought to look for bite marks there. Not to mention, Chris would notice if his sister suddenly started walking around with neck scarves all the time. As his fangs sank into her flesh, her blood pooling delicately onto his tongue, he was careful how he drank, clean, his thumb was rubbing over her clit, drawing a moan from her as two of his fingers pressed into her cunt.. Just as she had been earlier.
Oh, her blood was like pure nirvana on his tongue, she was always absolute perfection, nothing tasted like y/n.. Not her blood, or her pretty perfect pussy. He didn’t know which he liked better if he was being truthful, he could spend all day between her legs in one manner or another, his face covered in her, and he would be a happy man.. Already very dead, but a happy, happy man.
His fingers pumped inside of her as his thumb worked circles over the numb of her clit as her warm blood ran down his throat with each swallow he took. His tongue swirled at her skin with each pull from her vein and fuck.. but then he flicked at the sensitive nerves of her clit a bit hard when she started to squirm with a groan. Lifting his mouth from her skin with a gasp,
“Y/N,”
His voice holding a commanding rasp, looking down at him, her eyes met his with a whimper, her thighs shaking as she held them wide for him,
“You are being such a good girl. Now stay still. I’ve almost had my fill.”
He could have let her cum then, he could have, but he wanted to see how much longer she could last, he loved watching to see how far he could push her, see her walk to the very edge until she couldn’t take anymore.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Her thighs pushed a little wider as she pushed herself to satisfy him, there we go, he knew she could do it, such a good girl. A lick of his tongue over the bite before his mouth returned to her beautiful silken skin and drew another pull of her blood. This time it earned a moan from her, he savoured not only the taste of her as her blood pulsed hot, running down his throat so perfectly, but the way she reached for him next.. Her fingers threading into his hair, pressing her fingertips against his scalp as she whimpered.
“Daddy, Daddy, please, I need to cum.”
She was close, so close, he could feel her thighs trembling as she fought to hold them,
“Please!”
The way she pleaded was utter perfection and with a last flick of his tongue, pressing it down hard enough to put pressure on the puncture to stem the flow of blood and seal the wound. Then as he stood up between her legs, his fingers that were buried deep in her cunt, curled to rub at her g-spot as he flicked at her clit as his lips came to hers, fangs scraping at her lips as she moaned,
“Cum for me BabyGirl, cum for Daddy like a good girl.”
All she needed was that little push over the edge, and she was falling. Her shriek as she orgasm smothered by his kiss, no, no they couldn’t let anyone outside here, No Chris, not any of the band, or the crew.. They might come find out what was happening, and find the locked door.. Best they didn’t investigate. Kissing her while he fucked her with his fingers through her orgasm, her whole body trembling with delight as she grasped onto him, panting against him as she did… he grinned when he finally started to hear her heartbeat slowly come down, her eyes starting to come back into focus..
“I’ve missed being able to make you fucking scream properly.”
I don't know how many times I should apologize for the time I kept you waiting, but I truly am very sorry. The last couple of months were chaotic and stressful, and I had no time for anything other than writing for my master's degree. However, I finished it yesterday, so I am officially back now!
Now I realize how much I missed writing for this, even though I had to read the story again to remember some details. Hope you'll enjoy it! <3
I had no idea how to react. The thought of him proposing never crossed my mind, like it was the most impossible scenario. I knew how much he meant to me, how much I loved him, but the shock was still there. My eyes moved from the ring to Blair, who was running freely in front of us. There were multiple times when she would ask about her dad, and by “dad,” she always meant Ricky. And I could not remember the times when I had to explain to her that he is not really her father. She wanted to have Ricky in her life just as much as I did. And I knew that I had to consider her happiness even more than mine in such a big decision.
From Blair, my eyes moved to Ricky’s eyes. Not only has his appearance changed since the moment I met him. Now he was mature, he knew what he wanted, and I believed him when he first said he would never make those mistakes again. I knew how much I changed as well throughout the years and how many things I have learned. And even when I felt like my world was falling apart, and the easiest to work with, Ricky was still there for me and loved me with his whole being. Even if I had never thought before of the possibility of this moment, I kind of had the answer ready inside of me.
“Ricky… by now, I am sure you are my other half, my soulmate. And I could not thank the universe enough for bringing you back into my life when the time was right. A part of my heart remained with you since the moment we met, and I had no chance of taking it back when I left. But now I am finally complete and happy as I have never been. I would love to marry you, Ricky.”
We both had tears in our eyes, and the emotions we both had could be felt around us. But his smile was so big and bright, it could’ve lit the whole world. As I tried to not let my tears fall down my face, one of his hands took my left hand in his, and with the other got the ring out of the box and placed it gently on my ring finger. And even though I knew I would not have cared about what kind of ring he would propose with, I noticed how much thought he put into finding the perfect ring. It was the ring I always imagined, but even better than that.
Our tears could not be controlled the moment our lips met. The kiss was filled with emotions, love, and everything we accumulated throughout the years. We finally got to the moment we were supposed to get, and it was time for more memories to be created, this time as a family.
“I can not express in words how happy you just made me. And if I have to be honest, I thought you would say no.”
“How can I say no? I was shocked, it’s true. But I am sure you are the only man I want in my life.”
And as we shared our little moment with laughter, kisses, and joy, Blair left her toys and came closer to us, as her curiosity got the best of her.
“Mommy, why are you and Ricky crying?”
Ricky and I both shared a little laugh and were waiting to see who would break the news to her first. She was too little to understand exactly what had just happened, so we had to be careful with the explanations. Ricky got her in his arms, so she could see both of us, and he decided to be the one to tell her what just happened.
“You know I love your mommy, right? And how I would do anything to make her happy.”
“Yes, I know that. But you both have tears in your eyes.”
“We do, but these are tears of joy, princess. I would never do anything to make her sad. All I ever want to do is to be by her side and yours as well. So, I asked your mommy if she wants to marry me.”
Maybe she was little, but apparently marriage was in her vocabulary. Her eyes got bigger in surprise and looked right at me, feeling how she suddenly got a burst of energy.
“What did you say, mommy? Did you say yes?”
“Yes, baby. I said yes.”
Blair got into my arms as fast as she could, but not without trying to get Ricky closer to where I was as well. She tried to hug both of us at the same time, but her little arms were not helping her. So, we both took her in our arms so she could be between us.
It was such a perfect moment. Just the three of us, being as happy as ever and thinking that whatever the future may hold, we would be together to face it.
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A couple of hours later, we were back at the hotel. While I was putting Blair down to sleep, I realized how I had never actually understood Ricky’s plan. How was the proposal helping the fact that Corey wanted full custody of Blair? Did Ricky really want to marry me, or was there something I could not figure out?
It did not take Blair much to fall asleep as she had such a full day, thankfully. I had so many questions, and I had to ask Ricky to clear my mind as fast as I could. And it did not take so much for me to find him, as he was in the living room, looking at his phone. He smiled and motioned for me to sit down next to him.
“I think this might be a record; she never falls asleep that fast.”
“Apparently, the secret is to let her run around for hours; it works like a charm.”
Even though I was still extremely happy about what happened earlier, the questions were running around in my mind. And I knew they would eat me alive if the answers were not to be given as fast as possible.
“Ricky, there is something I don’t understand. You said you had a plan for what Corey is trying to do. But I can’t understand what the proposal has to do with it.”
“Well, I thought about this for some time now. I wanted to marry you; nevertheless, so don’t think, not even for a second, that I forced myself to do it. But Corey said he would take Blair because I’m some sort of stranger in your house, and that maybe I am going to hurt his daughter. And after being sure that I don’t have any reasons to wait and that this, us, is everything that I want, I realized it is the perfect time. How can the judge say anything if we are married? If we show him and even Corey that what we have is real?”
“Ricky, even though I love you, I have to say you are insane.”
And we both started laughing. It made sense, and I felt how our chances to keep Blair were growing. But then I realized something else that could have been a problem in the process.
“But you know the trial is in a couple of days, right? Do you think they would accept the term of fiancée instead of husband?”
“I have thought about that as well. But that is a surprise for tomorrow, my love. Until then, my mouth is going to be shut.”
It was another long day at work. Customers were jerks and I didn’t even get to go on my lunch break today. I was exhausted and hungry.
I trudge my way out of the mall and into the parking lot. I find my car and get in. I let my head rest on the steering wheel as I let out a groan mixed with frustration and exhaustion. I run a hand through my hair with a sigh and start the car.
The drive home wasn’t easy. People drove like morons and some idiot almost side swiped me. It seemed my bad day was only getting worse.
Finally, I arrive home and pull into the driveway. Ricky was still at the studio with the guys and wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours. I turn off the car and grab my purse and get out of my car. I walk up to the door and dig in my purse for my keys.
“Damn it, where are they?” I grumble, getting more annoyed as I can’t find my keys. “Fuck, come on!”
Eventually after some digging, I find my keys and unlock the door. I get in and throw my bag to the side. I go to the couch and sit, soon to slump against it.
I was tired.
Mentally, and physically tired.
I could feel tears prick my eyes as I hugged one of the pillows. Today was a rough day, and all I wanted to do was cry.
So, that’s what I did. I let the tears run down my face as I hugged the pillow closer, shoving my face into it. I wished it was Ricky. Ricky always made everything better.
But he wasn’t here. He was working. All I wanted was for him to comfort me, and I couldn’t have that. Not for a couple of hours. Now I was sobbing.
I don’t know how long I was crying, but I heard the front door open. I didn’t bother to acknowledge whoever it was, I really didn’t give a damn. I just hug the pillow and keep my head down as I hear the sound of footsteps. I had cried so much that my voice was tired.
“Sweetheart? You home?” Ricky’s voice calls as he gets closer. I don’t answer.
Ricky finally approaches me, and frowns when he finds me like this. He crouches down to my level and gently takes my face.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asks softly, his voice filled with worry.
“Bad day…really bad day..” I mutter, my voice on the verge of cracking.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I shake my head in response. Ricky nods. “That’s perfectly okay. Have you eaten yet?”
Shit. Ricky hated whenever I didn’t get the chance to eat. I gulp and look away. Ricky frowns again.
“I’m going to take that as a no.” He says with a sigh, then places his hand on my leg. “You need to eat, sweetheart.”
“Not hungry..” I mumble. That was a lie. I was starving, but I didn’t want to get up and eat.
“Uh uh. We’re not doing that. You need to eat.” Ricky stands. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re gonna go take a nice shower while I make food, change into comfy clothes and then we’re gonna have a movie marathon on the couch. I’m not letting you be sad.”
That actually sounded pretty nice. I nod and sit up, rubbing my eyes. Ricky extends his hand and I take it as he helps me up. He walks with me to the bathroom and places his hands on my shoulders.
“Just relax, okay? Take your time while I cook pasta. I know it’s your favorite.”
My eyes light up a little. “Thanks Rick..”
Ricky smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Of course baby, you deserve the best. Now go shower, okay?”
“Mhm..”
Ricky pulls away and leaves the bathroom so I can shower. I undress and turn on the shower. I end up taking a nice, long everything shower using all of my favorite smelling products. It made me feel a bit better.
I step out of the shower in my towel and walk into the bedroom. I put on my favorite body lotion and put my hair in a jaw clip. I change into comfy clothes and leave the bedroom.
When I walk into the kitchen, the smell of cooked pasta greets me. Ricky was almost done. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso, nuzzling my face into his back. Ricky turns his head and looks down at me with a smile.
“Hey beautiful. Have a nice shower?”
“Mhm…”
“Good. Dinner’s ready, go sit.”
I nod and let go of Ricky, a little sad to let go due to him being so warm, and smelling good too. I go to sit at the table.
Ricky plates the pasta and walks over, setting a plate down in front of me. I pick up my fork and waste no time devouring my pasta.
Ricky smiles as he watches me eat. “So much for not being hungry, huh?” I hum in response as I finish my first plate. I happily get up to grab another.
“You always make it just the way I like it, thank you.” I say as I sit back down, picking my fork up again and eating.
“It’s no trouble, really. I knew it would make you happy. It’s easy to make as well.”
We finish eating and Ricky sets the dishes aside in the sink, saving them for later. He grabs my hand and leads me over to the couch. He pulls me with him to cuddle. He sits me in his lap and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him, resting my head against his shoulder.
“You didn’t have to do this for me, Rick..” I say softly as he turns on the tv.
“I wanted to, baby. I never want to see you sad.” Ricky says as he settles on a movie, sets the remote down, and pets my hair. “It makes me sad seeing you upset.”
I nestle into him, nuzzling my face into his tattooed neck. “You always know what to say, and how to make me feel better. I love you..”
Ricky presses a kiss into my hair and pulls me closer. “I love you too, sweetheart. I’m always here for you.”
“You’re the best.”
We spend the rest of the night cuddling on the couch and watching movies until I end up falling asleep. Ricky carries me into our shared bedroom and lays me down on the bed. He pulls the covers over me and kisses my forehead. He lays on his side and wraps an arm over me. It isn’t long until he’s asleep as well.
