Dirty Band One Shots! (Requests Closed)

Your So-Called 'Headache'-Ricky Horror (MIW)

So I know that I haven't updated in a long time. I didn't feel like it. The next few imagines are taken from MY account on motionlessinwhitefanfiction.com. I'm under the same username as this. I felt like publishing them on here can provide more attention for those poor little things. They are also posted on my tumblr: kapowski-sitkowski , as are all the rest of these. Feel free to explore. 

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  "I love you." Ricky whispered into my ear with a goofy voice.

I giggle. "Oh, shut up."
"No!" he laughs.
"I love you, too, motherfucker." I laugh again.

"I know you do." he says, sneering.
"Wipe that sneer off your face, Olson." I mumble.

Ricky smirks and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. Pulling away, he rubs my hips.
"I'll be back after a while, Lynne. Chris and I have some work to do on Reincarnate, I'll keep you updated. Might go for a little party if we finish some tracking. Okay?"

To be honest, I really didn't like the fact that Ricky was going to party if they got done with stuff, but he usually doesn't drink too much to worry about anymore. So, brushing it off, I shrugged. "Alright, baby, have fun." I sat up so he could scoop me in for a wet kiss. Pleasant, as always. Then he pulled off. Ugh.

"Okay, I'll see you later." he says, smiling at me, reaching for the door. "And I love you."
"Love you too, Ricky." I smile, blowing kisses at him.

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11:39 PM

I sat on our bed, staring at the clock. Waiting for Rick to come home. It was almost midnight. I am going to kill him! I mentally screamed. They definitely went out drinking.

But honestly, this was unusual. In fact, very uncommon. Normally, Chris and Ricky will be done doing stuff with the album by 5:30 pm or so, him leaving me at about 9 in the morning. If or when they go to drink, they have a few (about 2 drinks) and then come home at about 6:30-7:00. This isn't normal. Last time he drank like a fucking sailor was when he was like, 19, 20.

He has to have went over his usual.

I tried to call, but there was no pick-up. Only voicemail. Fuck, I thought. Come home!

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12:53 AM

Click.

What was that?

Stomp.

"Ricky?" I say out loud.

No answer

"Ricky!" I yell.

"What?" I hear a drunken slur.

Phew! I thought. Wait--it's midnight! You're supposed to be chewing him out, dumb ass!
"What the fuck are you doing home this late at night!? Not only does this piss me off, Richard, but it makes me want to kick you out of the goddamn house! What happened to a few drinks?" I yelled.

"Shut the fuck up, woman. I have a fucking headache and I don't need you bitching." he whined.

"What?" I say, angrily. "It's your fault you have a 'headache'! I'm sorry, Mr. Crabbypants, if I offend you, but I'm not fucking sleeping with your drunk ass tonight! I had to wait until 1 in the fucking morning for you to come home, so don't start this shit!" I scream at him, not seeing him flinch one centimeter. Not one.

"What did I say, bitch? Can you hear?" he says, raising his voice as well.

"You know very well what you told me this morning. It will not happen ever again, Richard Allen, do you understand? Do you want to lose me!?" I say, a tear rolling down my cheek, but I wipe it away.
"Don't call me Richard." he says.

I scoff. "Don't call me Richard. Wow! Did you even hear the question? Do you want to fucking lose me over late night shit?" I yell at him.
"Fucking drop it, woman!" he stands up, finally yelling.

I get up in his face. "No." I spat.

Then he rose his hand to hit me. Now I flinched.
But then, bringing it back down, he smirks. Oh no.

"Did you really think, that for once in my fucking life that maybe I could have fun without anyone's fucking permission?" he growled. Ouch.
"Uh..." was the only noise that emitted from my mouth.
"That's right." he said, growling, smirking again.

It all happened in a matter of seconds. I could barely understand what was happening at all--I could feel my feet being lifted off the ground and I'm flung to the bed, where I hit my head on the headboard. Lightly, but still hard enough to hurt. For being a puny person, Ricky is a strong little fucker.

"Ricky, wha-what are you doing?" I say, a little terrified, to be honest. He's never done this to me. Well, honestly, it's because he's never been this drunk!

"Shut up." he growled once more. He climbed onto the bed and pinned me to it. Wow, I kind of liked that.

Oh, stop it, Lynne. He's drunk. "Get off of me, Ricky! You're drunk!" I say, struggling to get out of his grasp. He just looked at me with bloodshot eyes and smirked, crashing his lips to mine, immediately shoving his tongue in my mouth. I could taste the tequila-whiskey flavor on his tongue, feeling like I'm getting drunk already from the smooth, wet texture and flavor he was giving me.

He rubbed his tongue against mine. I moaned, although it was barely audible. But he heard it, alright. He pulled off and growled. "No. You are not permitted to make noises." he slurred.

I whined. "Shh." he said. With a glance at me, he ran his hands down my torso and to the edge of my shirt. "Fuck that." he said, pulling me up off my back and ripping my shirt clean off. Literally.
"What the fuck, Ri-" he covered my mouth, kissing down my back.

"You know what? Fuck this gentle shit." he mumbled.
He flipped me over, once again, to pull my PJ pants down, mumbling words I could not understand. Of course, wearing a thong, because he liked them, he smacked his hand on the exposed skin of each cheek. This caused me to bend down more, like I'm bowing, my ass in the air more. I loved it.
He rubbed, then smacked. It was a continuous cycle. "I love it when you're red and perky for me, baby." he reached up to my breasts, pulling the bra off. Ricky rubbed my nipples, then placed his mouth on them.

Biting my lip, I forced myself not to moan. I bit my lip so hard that I thought it was going to rip off.
He bit, pulled, and did anything in his power to tease the poor abrasions. Pulling away, Ricky looked satisfied with his work. Looking up at me, he smirked, giving me a little kiss. "You were a good girl for me, with all that pleasure I just gave you. I might throw in a little extra treat for you, baby." he said, seductively.

This made me wet. I was so excited, I was dripping. He made me feel good, and he knew it. "Turn over, baby. Ass in the air for me. Time to get punished."
He stood up, grabbing the handcuffs we don't use too often, and cuffed me to the headboard. Shit, I'm kind of scared of what he might do to me.

Ricky stripped himself of all clothing. His hard erection sprung free, bouncing on his stomach and flopping back down. Stroking it a few times, he moaned, then got behind me. He slid my panties down, flinging them on the floor. I felt a hot, wet muscle flicking over my clit, making me automatically shift and moan loudly, earning me a sharp slap on my ass. "Ah!" I cried out, earning me yet another slap.

"Lynne, quit being naughty. You have lost your extra." he said. Bastard. "So for that, you don't deserve teasing."

With that being said, he shoved every single inch inside of me, without preparing me or letting me adjust. Ricky slammed, hard, making me scream. He gripped my thighs, biting my neck and rubbing my clit all at the same time.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, eyelids half-closed from the pleasure. I was moaning non-stop, I mean, I couldn't help it.
Then...he picked up the pace. Was it even possible?
"FUCK!" I screamed, and I could hear Ricky's ragged breathing from above me. The only audible word coming from his mouth was "Fuck" as well, the way he was saying it was enough to make me want to cum now.

"Ricky, I'm close!" I say.
"No... you'll cum when I say too." He growls, lifting my leg for a better angle.
And then he pounds straight into my g-spot, getting sloppy.

By this point I'm doing nothing but screaming profanities into the air.
Ricky grips my jaw, making my lips do the fishy face and he brings me up for a rough kiss. "You're mine, no one can have you." he said, sucking my neck, leaving a hickey. Coming back up, he grumbles, "And I run my life, you don't. I make my decisions, not you. Understand?" I nod. Then he pounds harder yet.

"RICKY!!!" I scream, his name echoing throughout the room, and probably the neighborhood. I cum with accompanied by another scream. Ricky smiles, slowing down himself, and pulling out, cumming on my face.

"Oh, sorry, was that your face?" he says sarcastically. "You deserved that."

I shut my eyes, and look at him. I get up, wiping my face off. I can't believe I can walk. I'll feel it tomorrow. Definitely.
Walking back to our room, I stop and put my clothing back on. 3 in the morning. Whoopee.
"So much for a headache, huh, babe?" I turn to him, but he is already passed out, naked, on the bed.