A Recollection of Ideas: A Series of One Shots

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched my best friend in the world try to balance a spoon atop his nose. His eyes crossed in concentration, making me burst out with bubbly giggles. He smiled and his concentration broke.

“Dammit, not again, Abby!” he growled playful as the spoon clattered to my kitchen counter. I hopped off the side as he lightly kicked at my shin. I turned to him and grinned. His eyes met mine and matched my smirk.

“You’re just no good at spoon balancing, Biersack.” I teased. One of his eyebrows raised high in a mischievous smirk. He approached me, his height towering over mine as I back away with another giggle.

Andy and I have been friends ever since I could remember. When he started the band Black Veil Brides, it all went uphill for him from there. I got to tour along with them as their merch girl since he was determined to keep his best friend close to him. Of course, I was just as happy to get to go along with the band.

He prowled closer and I backed away into the living room. “Oh you know better than that, Kitten.” He growled and I paled, darting back into the living room. I heard him chase me until we were opposite sides of the green couch. I stuck my tongue out.

“Come and get me, Andy.” I teased once again. He leapt over the couch and wrapped his arms around me in a big bear hug, keeping my arms crossed against my chest. His chest rumbled in the pleasure of the victory.

“You know better than that.” He purred low in in my ear. I would be lying if I didn’t say I was turned on. That’s the other thing. I’m a sub. A few years ago, I found my love of the whole BDSM culture and knew from the very start that I was a submissive.

Andy knew it too. He didn’t reject me at first, like I thought. He found a collar that I had carelessly left out one day when he came over to my house a couple of months ago. He had held it up as I walked after him into my room with a questioning look on his face. I had explained to him what it was. All he did was make a humph noise and set it back down. All was normal after that.

I was always curious why he didn’t ask more question, why he didn’t make a weird face.

But ever since that night a couple months ago with the collar incident, he had started calling me Kitten. Interesting…

“I just like to play around with you, Andy.” I struggled against his grasp. Andy squeezed me tighter to his body. I struggled for air and every gasp I lost more of my senses as I felt his breath tickle against my neck.

“Call winner.” He demanded. I wriggled under his arms.

“Never!” I gasped.

“Call winner!”

“Never!”

He held me tighter and kicked one of my legs out so that I fell kneeling to the floor. He fell behind me running his hand through my black and purple hair, tangling the strands in a knot in his tightly clamped fist. He pulled back, forcing me to look at him. I stared into his deep eyes, feeling held by the intensity of his gaze.

“Call it.” He commanded, rather than suggested it. I bit my lip, feeling the angel bites chill with the rest of my body under his command.

“You win.” I whispered. Once again, that commanding tone in his voice was a real turn on. I did instantly what he said and as he let go of my hair, he held out a hand to help me up. We faced each other in a new stillness that we’d never experienced before.

Andy turned away and jumped over the back of the couch. Landing as gracefully as a cat, he turned to me. “Movie?” He asked. I nodded silently and followed his lead, sitting down in front of him as he turned on the TV and searched through Netflix for a good enough film to watch this evening.

I sat on the floor in front of him after quickly turning off the lights. As the movie started, I put on arm on his knee, resting my head against his leg. His hands gently brushed through my hair as my eyes fluttered closed.

When I opened them again, the movie was over. Andy was nearly asleep. I yawned and stretched my arms, turning around. His eyes opened slowly at my movements.

“Andy, get some sleep. You’ll need it for the beginning of tour tomorrow.” He stretched out on the couch, tall enough to reach from one arm to the other. He tucked a pillow behind his head as I crawled up and sat between his legs, staring at him until he responded.

“Oh, yeah. Tour.” He mumbled tiredly. I crawled up on his chest and ran my hands through his hair as he closed his eyes and hummed contentedly. From an outsider’s perspective, they might’ve thought we were dating. Incorrect. We’ve both been single for a while now, and I’ve had some guys ask me to go out with them.

Turns out not everyone thinks my BDSM habits are ‘okay’. Apparently, I’m going to hell for all of my likes and fetishes.

I don’t know Andy’s stories about why he’s turned down girls, but not all of the guys I’ve liked have been comfortable with me being a sub. Plus, I hate to admit it, but I’ve found some attraction in the boy that’s lying underneath me trying to sleep but I keep pestering him with words.

“Come on, Andy. You’ll have fun. Remember, Chris and the boys are coming over and are touring with you guys! I’ll be at the merch tent and you’ll see me from the stage and I’ll be hanging with Jess, the Motionless in White merch girl. We’ll have fun.” I whispered to him, stroking his hair behind his ear. A smile tugged at his lips.

“Oh, Chris is nice. I like those boys. They’re cool.” He mumbled incoherently. I lay down on his chest as he mumbled something about Jinxx and his antics and partner in crime, Ricky.

“Go to sleep, Andy.”

“Goodnight, Kitten.” He laughed and patted my head before falling into dreams of tomorrow.

When we woke up, it was early in the morning and the bus was already out front with the boys piling up and charging my doorstep. The doorbell rang upwards of fifteen times before I sleepily walked downstairs and opened the door.

“I heard you the first time!” I growled and blinked the morning light away. Jinxx tackled me in a hug. I hugged him back as Andy yawned and helped drag the suitcases down the stairs.

We were on the road in no time and heading off to the very first venue. When we got there, it was right in time for sound check. I managed to swallow down a couple cups of coffee as Andy chatted with his fellow bandmates about the upcoming tour.

I left them to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to. Grabbing some boxes, the tour manager helped me carry the tent out to where it was supposed to be set up. For the next hour, I struggled with the beast that was our merch tent.

I hung up some shirts as Aerosmith blasted through the speakers. A tap at my shoulder made me whirl around.

A tall man with snake bites and a vertical labret towered over my small frame. I swear, he had to be a whole foot and a half taller than me! “Excuse me, I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Chris Motionless. I heard you’re BVB’s touring merch girl.” He held out his hand. I took it.

“I am. I’m Abby. I just work in the back.” I shrugged. He took my head, placing a gentle kiss to the back of my hand. I blushed and averted my gaze.

He chuckled and let my hand fall away. “You’re too adorable.” He smirked. I reached up, fumbling with my satin necklace. It was a piece of scarlet satin ribbon that was placed on my pale skin with a little loop in the middle to hold a charm or anything I wanted to hook on there. It was my low-key sub collar. Not obvious enough like the normal collar, but subtle enough for any doms to know what I was.

I saw Chris’ eyes follow down to my neck, a muscle in his cheek flinching as he looked back at my face.

“So do you typically just stay back here for most of the show?” He asked, taking a small step closer. I held my breath at the closeness of the man. He was…interesting. Dominating, imposing, a charmer.

“Y-yes, I typically d-do.” I stuttered and looked around at something to focus my attention on. He grabbed my chin, pulling my head up. The other hand reached up and stroked my neck, gently pulling on the satin ribbon.

“Little ones shouldn’t stutter.” He whispered. My eyes widened as I looked up at him once again.

Was he a dom? “Sorry.” I managed to control my breathing for just a moment longer.

“What was that?”

“Sorry…sir.” I held his gaze for a moment longer until he smirked. “Good girl.” He chuckled, letting his hands drop. Chris took a step back as Andy appeared from the side.

“Hey, there you are! Tim is looking for you for soundcheck!” Andy came trotting up to the both of us, his gaze flickering back and forth. I looked at him easily.

“Oh, thanks for letting me know! I was just introducing myself to your friend. She’s quite nice.” He winked at me. I blushed and bowed my head a little before going back to the boxes. Andy nodded.

“Abby’s our merch girl. I better get back to the bus. You coming?” He asked. Chris nodded.

“In a moment.” Chris agreed as Andy turned around and went back to where the others were calling for him. Chris leaned down, giving me a hug and turning to whisper in my ear.

“Meet me after the show by my bus.” He let me go and turned tail, walking quickly away. All I could do was watch after him.

My heart fluttered in time with the new song starting up over the speakers. Was Chris…flirting with me? Did Andy know?

Too many questions, too little time until the show started.

**

When the show was done, I raced to pack up quickly. I had to hurry and get to the MIW bus. My gut was twisting nervously. I wanted a dom, right? I was a sub and I needed a dom for me. And Chris would be a great dom. He’s imposing but has a tender air to him. He’s controlling but doesn’t seem like an abusive person. He’s be the right dom for me.

Right?

I threw shirts haphazardly into a couple of the boxes and raced towards the BVB, throwing them in the undercarriage. They had finished up their set and were now meeting fans. They wouldn’t be back for a little bit. I had time. I had time. I had time.

I passed a few security guards and tried to act like I wasn’t internally flipping out at the impending feeling of this meeting. I got to the black MIW bus. Chris was leaning up against the side, his eyes trained on me. I scurried up, stopping a few feet away from him.

“You’re late, little one.” He frowned. I bowed my head and folded my hands behind my back.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I had to pack up the shirts for the tent.” He made a little grumbling noise at that before tilting my head up to meet his eyes.

“Abby, are you a good sub?”

“I am, Sir. I am a good sub.” I panted as he tightened his grip on my chin. One hand went to my hip and dragged me close to him. I struggled to meet his eyes. Chris leaned down close enough for me to almost reach up and kiss him.

“And would you be a good sub for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” My heart raced. As he smirked, his nails clawing at my hip, making me whimper loud enough for him to squeeze harder.

“No noise, am I clear?” He growled. I looked up to nod, but his eyes snapped up as footsteps quickly ran towards us from behind me.

“Motionless.” A voice snapped. Chris dropped me, his head tilting to the side in what might be curiosity, but his expression remained unclear.

“Andy.” He nodded. I turned around to see Andy staring down Chris, his stage makeup still on his face. Smeared in some places, but it was still enough to make his stare look like it could disintegrate Satan.

Andy took a step forward so that I was equal distance between the two singers, directly in the middle, right in the line of fire.

Chris nodded to me. “She yours?” He asked lightly. I looked at Andy curiously, who didn’t break his gaze.

“Not exactly.”

“Come on, Biersack. Doms need to tag their subs.” Chris chuckled lowly. My expression changed from curiosity to pure disbelief. I wanted to cry out and ask how long and what Chris was talking about, but I risked punishment for that.

“I have her tag, she’s just not mine. Yet.” He growled back. I couldn’t help but keep gawking, despite him never looking at me. Chris shrugged.

“Yet?” Chris prodded. Andy looked down to me.

“I’m taking her with me. Sorry, Motionless. This one’s mine.” His expression finally softened for a moment as the other screamer nodded.

“Fine by me. She’s been with you a lot, so you’ve got first claim.” Chris shrugged and made a little waving motion. Andy turned back to me and nodded his head back towards his bus.

“Come on, Kitten.” He muttered, walking away. I trotted after him, head hung low. It was all so much to take in. Andy held the door open for me and closed it quietly after him. The bus was dark so he flicked on a couple of lights, letting the dull glow fill the bus. I could hear the others shouting in the distance and yelling happily after one another.

“Sit.” He commanded, pointing down to one of the black leather couches. I did as I was told but kept my eyes on him, trying to figure out what he was doing. Andy paced back and forth, shaking his head and twitching his fingers.

“Andy-“

“I’ve loved you since the first day we met.” He blurted out, cutting off what I was about to say. I was shocked into silence before he turned around to me, looking at me softly.

“What?” I whispered. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to my feet, his face inches away from mine, his stare hard and sure.

“You heard me. I’ve loved you since I first saw you. I wanted you to be mine and mine alone. When I found out you were a sub…well, I didn’t know what to do. I wanted you to be my girl, for me to hold and cuddle and kiss and take on cute walks and other adorable shit boyfriends do.” He growled. I took his hand in mine, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles tenderly.

“Wait…you wanted to go out with me?” I whispered. He nodded shortly, eyes slowly falling back on mine.

“But I didn’t just want to do that. When I found out you were a sub, I wanted to be the one to claim you and protect you. I wanted you to be mine and mine alone. I wanted to be your dom but I didn’t want to lose our friendship.” He murmured. I reached up and touched his face hesitantly, not sure what to do.

“You’ll always be the Andy that watches movies with me and chases me around the couch and isn’t afraid to make chalk art on my driveway.” I giggled. The corners of his lips twitched up in a smile. One of his hands brushed against my throat, making me shiver as he grasped the satin ribbon.

There was a long silence between us as I stood there, hands at my side. Andy fumbled with one hand into his pocket, bringing out a small jagged cut purple stone on a latch.

I looked down at it. “Is that…a tag?” I whispered. He nodded, letting the satin fall down against my pale skin once again as he caressed my face.

“Abby, would you be my sub?” He asked quietly. I nodded slowly. “Yes…Sir.” I coyly smiled up to him. He attached the stone to my collar quickly before grabbing my chin and kissing me deeply.

“Come here, Kitten.” He purred as he pulled me down onto the couch. I mewled as he crawled on top of me, towering over my body, so small underneath his dark face. He bent his head down, nibbling on my neck. I groaned as he bit on my collarbone lightly enough for me to squirm. His hand smacked my thigh.

“Hey, be good.” He growled. I nodded, mumbling a little, “Yes, Sir.” In the process. He nibbled on my skin, surely leaving marks for the world to see. Marking someone as their sub doesn’t just mean a tag on their collar, but hickeys and marks visible enough for everyone to know that the sub is claimed.

Andy’s lips moved to the hollow behind my ear, attaching there and suckling until I had to bite my lip from moaning loud enough for everyone outside to hear. I reached up and clawed at his shirt. Andy detached and leveled his eyes with mine.

“No moving, do you hear me? I want you to be desperate.” He cooed dangerously. My heart was thrumming at a thousand miles per hour.

“But, Sir, I already am desperate. Please…” I whined. He leaned down and forcefully shut me up, biting down on my lip. I resisted from begging for more once he moved back to the hollow behind my ear, biting and sucking and making it impossibly hard for me to stay still. The free hand that used to hold my hip now pinned my wrists above my head. His other hand slowly reached up, dragging his fingers up my body slow enough for me to bite my lip harder in a desperate attempt to stop any words from forming. Andy kissed down my jaw, leaving me panting until he slowly kissed the corner of my lips. When he released my wrists, sitting up on my hips slowly, I waited for him to let me move.

“Come on, my dear. Let’s head to bed.” He yawned lazily. I looked up at him curiously.

“Sir…” I started out. He winked before dragging me off the couch.

“You’ve been teasing me for all these years. I get to tease you this time.” He chuckled darkly, spanking me sharply as I passed him to his bunk, climbing in. He followed behind and wrapped his arms around me, tugging his fingers through my hair.

“You’ll have an exciting wake up call, Kitten. Don’t you worry about that.”

Notes

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