#Chris is on a Chris Die challenge

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may 24 25 (damn you midnight) - page 7 - search

well it’s mermay!! and we have a mermaid au post with zero mermaids in it. oops.

BUT. we’re so close. we’re so close. the water is drained. the sharks defanged. time for chris to meet his unexpected ally.

[fallout-lou-begas]

please be real lmao

[stanleycupavoider]

IT’S SICK

[sturnsdarling]

‘never have I ever, shared a girl with my brother’

Matt and Chris’ best friend takes an innocent game of ‘never have I ever’ as her opportunity to ask the boys something she’s always wondered

vibe check: THREESOME (obviously no contact between matt and chris the fact that this even needs to be said is insane). dirty talk, softdom!mattandchris, matt the much, double penetration (no lube mentioned but PLEASE USE LUBE i'm so fr), throat fucking (chris receiving), fingering, squirting, titty play, hickies, cream pie, multiple orgasms (i lost count), they both nut inside her (kill me now), cute mini aftercare literally anything you can think of is in this fic dude i could go on forever

5.3k words of pure smut

A/N: the build up/foreplay to the actual smut is basically the scene from challengers because that scene actually changed my life. anyways if you see my search history say anything about how to manifest thought into reality through detailed story writing mind your business.

love and cigs, merc

There was a city wide power outage in LA, you were hanging out at the boys' house with Matt and Chris when suddenly, the TV turned off and the entire house was pitch black. At first you all freaked out, Chris spouting shit about how this is the night you all die and reeling off the game plan for when an intruder comes in, you and Matt were slightly more collected, Matt immediately checking his phone and confirming the power outage whilst you joked along with Chris about how you were going to fight this supposed intruder.

It had been about an hour, Matt had gone to Nicks room to get all his candles and put them on the living room floor, giving you guys some illumination in the dark. Chris was playing music from his phone, feeling grateful for spotify's offline option. You guys had exhausted every talking point, and even Chris was running out of things to say.

At some point between boredom and death, you suggested a game of never have I ever, and the boys reluctantly agreed. You weren't really playing properly because they didn't drink but, at least it was something.

"never have I ever, lost my virginity on a bench in Boston" Matt said, raising an eyebrow at Chris who rolled his eyes, punching his brothers shoulder.

"oh my god, I fuckin' forgot that thats how you lost it!" you laughed uncontrollably, keeling over into the rug on the floor.

"I dunno why you're laughing so much, kid, you've definitely done worse" Chris tutted at you.

"oh yeah? like what?" you said, playful confrontation in your voice.

"d'you remember when I had to come get you from that dudes house because you threw up on his dick?" Matt interrupted yours' and Chris' conversation.

Your eyes went wide and you nearly spat out the soda in your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter.

"I remember that! you had to climb out the bathroom window because you were too embarrassed to go back out" Chris was keeled over in laughter.

"we've all been there" You shrugged, owning your embarrassing mistake.

"no, kid, we haven't" Matt chuckled, looking to Chris who's face was scrunched up in a confused laugh.

"oh, come on? you're seriously telling me you've never had an embarrassing sexual encounter" you pressed.

"none involving vomit" Chris spoke through his laughter

"and none where I had to flee the scene by jumping out a window" Matt added to Chris' taunting.

"whatever, you guys are just boring, you're lucky you have me to keep you entertained with my embarrassing ass life" You rolled your eyes, pretending to be offended.

"to be fair, once I did accidentally punch a girl in the face whilst i was trying to fuck her" Chris said, trying to stifle his laughter.

"how the fuck did you manage that" You burst into hysterics.

"it was every dark and fumbly and I was still basically a virgin, okay? I apologised like fifty times and she still made me leave" Chris said, a boyish sulk taking over his body.

"dude that's not as bad as the time I was this close to a threesome with these girls, and I got so anxious that I told them my dog had just died and ran out half naked" Matt said, pinching his fingers together and huffing

"not my boy trev, thats so deep bro" Chris shook his head, acting disappointed in his brother.

Matt bringing up his near threesome experience made your ears perk up, and a question you had always wanted to ask came flooding back into your brain. You had been friends with the boys for a while and, had shared stories of all of your sexual escapades, some funny, some incredible and some awful, you were all totally open with each other.

But, your whole friendship, you'd always been curious as to whether they'd ever been offered a threesome, or taken someone up on one. You knew that girls would approach them both, but if one had more interest than the other, the other would back off and let his brother do his thing.

You uncrossed your legs, laying them out flat and placing one over the other as you leaned back on your palms, arching your back slightly as you looked between the boys.

"I have another never have I ever" You said, breaking their conversation.

They both looked to you at the same time, their breath hitching in their throat slightly at the sight of your chest being illuminated by the flicker of candle light.

"never have I ever...shared a girl with my brother" you said with complete nonchalance, looking back and forth between the boys.

Chris and Matt side eyed each other and looked back to you, mouths slightly agape at your forward question.

"like, fucked the same girl on different nights?" Chris asked, being the slightly braver of the two.

you shook your head, "like, fucked the same girl, at the same time" your voice was getting more and more seductive without even meaning to.

They looked at each other again, and then back to you, both slightly stunned, and slightly turned on by you even asking them that.

"we've been offered" Matt shrugged, "but we said no"

"why?" you said, sitting up straight now.

"cause I don't really wanna see my brothers face when I'm tryna cum" Chris laughed, looking to matt who made and agreeing face.

"interesting" you raised your brow quickly with a downwards smile

"why's that interesting?" Matt said, an air of seductive curiosity in his tone.

you shrugged, "I dunno, I jus' think you'd probably enjoy it", you pulled your legs into a criss cross under you, "you don't think the idea of fucking a girl who's so horny for you that she needs another version of you, is hot?" you tilted your head at them.

The boys were slightly stunned, they'd never thought about it like that before. Chris shifted where he sat, trying to ignore the blood rushing to his crotch as Matts eyes were trained on you, his tongue pressed to his cheek as you smiled at him smugly.

"well, when you put it like that, I guess it doesn't sound too bad" Chris said, letting his eyes wander over your frame.

"I've got one" Matt said abruptly, you and Chris looked to him, "never have I ever, offered my triplet best friends a threesome" Matt smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes and Chris attention shot straight to you, "I did not offer you a threesome-"

"yes, you did" Matt cut you off

"I simply asked if you'd ever had one" you shrugged, pretending to have no idea what he was talking about.

"yeah, and then proceeded to tell us exactly why we'd like it" Chris raised a brow at you, not realising he was edging closer to you on the floor.

"was I right?" you said, cocking a brow at Chris.

"yeah, you were" Matt answered for him.

Suddenly, the boys had come significantly closer to you, sitting in front of you like two siamese cats waiting for permission to do something. Your attention flitted between them periodically, the tension in the air thick with anticipation.

"so what then? would you say yes, knowing what you know now?" you said, trying to maintain your confidence

Matt smirked menacingly as Chris' brows dropped, pressing his tongue into the side of his teeth and looking to Matt. Matt side eyed him and they both returned their attentions to you.

"depends on who was askin" Chris said, eyes trained on yours.

"are you askin', pretty girl?" Matt muttered, his long fingers coming up to play with a strand of your hair.

The pet name made your stomach flutter, you don't think you'd ever been this turned on in your whole life, the sight of the boys' growing bulges from under their joggers making your mouth water as they both gawked at you, waiting for permission to fuck you exactly how they knew you wanted them to.

You didn't reply, only smiled as you leant forward, pressing your lips against Matts softly. He leaned into the kiss instantly, his hand coming to your face to pull you into him. The kiss was slow and somewhat soft, Matt asking for polite permission to press his tongue against yours with a gentle swipe over your bottom lip. You granted him access, and he pulled you in deeper to him with his hand on your jaw. He led the kiss with a gentle dominance that was slightly surprising from him. Chris watched with a slightly open mouth, watching as your tongue lapped and pressed over Matts, growing increasingly desperate to know what you felt like.

You broke the kiss with Matt, and immediately turned your attentions to Chris, kissing him with the same tenderness that you did Matt. Chris was a lot more feverish than his brother, his tongue entering your mouth instantly as his hand came to cup the under side of your chin. He bit at your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth before soothing the sting with a warm kiss.

You were reeling in the feeling of kissing them both, the differences between them being so apparent, and only serving to make you want to know how else they were different.

You broke the kiss with Chris and sat back with a content sigh, looking between the two of them as they gawked at you with puffy lips and hooded eyes. You smiled, pushing your hair back off your shoulders and letting it hang down your back, exposing your neck to them. The boys looked to each other and, in an instant, they were by your sides, mouths latched around your neck, pressing their tongues against the soft skin, trailing kisses down either side of your neck.

your whole body felt like it was on fire, the sensation of the two of them nipping at sucking at you neck making you whimper slightly. Matt trailed his kisses down your chest, pressing his warm tongue along the curve of your cleavage as it begged to be freed from your tight tank top.

Chris went in the opposite direction, moving his mouth up your jaw and capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss as Matt slowly tugged at the hem of your top.

You pulled at the strap of your vest, letting it fall down your shoulder and giving Matt silent permission to free your tits from their confines. He complied, ripping your tank down with brute force, making your tits bounce free. He instantly latched his mouth around your nipple, biting down on the flesh and soothing the sting with a wet press of his tongue.

You moaned into Chris mouth, and his hand instinctively found the nape of your neck, collecting a handful of your hair and tugging on it, pulling your head back as he rose to his knees, not breaking the kiss.

"you like having us both kiss you like this, huh princess?" Chris said, smirking down at you with his lips brushing over yours.

"mhm" you nodded, your reply coming out in a whimper as Matt continued to work your nipple.

"she said it herself, Chris, she's so horny for us that just one isn't enough" Matt chuckled, palming your tit in his large hand, using his other to tease the hem of your joggers.

You flinched at the touch, a small shiver running down your spine at the sensation of Matts soft fingers teasing your skin.

"so responsive" Matt uttered, his attention focused on how your skin came up in goosebumps under his touch.

"come here, baby" Chris said as he shifted over to rest his back against the sofa, pulling you slightly by your hair.

You obeyed his orders, coming to rest in between his open legs, your back pressed to his. Matt turned to face you both, watching as Chris pried your legs open, raking his hands down the inside of your thighs at an agonising place, moving closer and closer to your throbbing pussy, but stopping before he reached you there.

You whined as Chris moved his hands round to the outside of your thighs, and Matt chuckled at your neediness.

"oh, come on, Chris, look how needy she is for it, just give her a little taste" Matt looked you up and down, his eyes hooded

"you want it, princess?" Chris muttered, his lips pressed to your ear as he hooked his fingers around the top of your joggers.

you nodded, head pressed against Chris' shoulder with your lip tucked between your teeth.

"words, pretty girl, we need words" Matt pushed, leaning forward and squeezing your thigh, inching his hand down your leg.

"yes, please, I want it" you whimpered, picking up your heavy head to look between the boys.

"want what, baby?" Chris said, a smirk wide on his lips as he nipped at your earlobe

"I want you both, I need you both to fuck me, please" you said, desperation thick in your voice.

With that, Chris pushed down your joggers as Matt assisted in lifting your hips up. Matt pulled them down, eyes trained on your covered pussy as sticky juices leaked from between the lace. You were soaked, and he couldn't help but reach forward to touch you.

"look, Chris, she's dripping for us" Matt said, pushing a finger up your covered folds, collecting your wetness on his finger, showing the glistening substance to Chris, who's mouth was once again latched around your neck.

Matt continued to tease your hole, getting down to eye level with your pussy as Chris continued to hold your legs wide open for his brother, your back arching into his chest as Chris sucked purple marks all over your neck, one hand in your hair, the other pressing bruises into your knee. Matts hands pushed you open further for him as he pressed his tongue flat against your throbbing pussy, you released a guttural moan at the sensation, your head rolling back on Chris' shoulder, giving him better access to your neck.

Matt wasted no time, he had had a taste of you and now he was hungry. He pulled your panties to the side and latched his mouth around your pussy, pressing his tongue into your hole as his nose brushed against your clit.

Chris pulled his hand out from your hair and began to palm your tit, still relentlessly attacking your neck with wet, warm kisses and soft bites.

The feeling of Chris working your tits as Matt lapped and sucked at your pussy was euphoric, the moans leaving you borderline pornographic as the boys' groaned at the sound of you whimpering for them. Matt brought a slender finger to your entrance, moving up your pussy to suck on your clit as he slipped his finger into your sopping hole with ease. Almost immediately, you clenched around him, and he inserted a second finger, curling them upwards as he coaxed your orgasm from you.

"that feel good, princess?" Chris muttered in your ear, "you sound so fuckin' pretty when you moan, y'know that?"

All you could do was moan in response, any sense of coherence being ripped from you by the second as Matt lapped at your pussy like a man starved. He was moaning, actually moaning with every clench around his fingers, drinking you in like you were his last meal.

Chris twisted and pinched at your nipples, his grip on your knee never wavering as he held you open for Matt. You turned your head, biting down on Chris' jaw and pressing your tongue against the stubble there, he chuckled, and captured your mouth in a feverish kiss, groaning as you bit down on his plump bottom lip. His hand raked down your inner thigh, pressing and squeezing bruises into the flesh as he pressed his tongue against yours.

Matt sucked on your clit, burying his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and grazing your g-spot with his long fingers. You broke the kiss with Chris with a pornographic moan, your hands flying to Matts hair to push him desperately into your pussy.

"i think that means keep going, Matt" Chris chuckled.

Matt looked up at you, your mouth agape and brows furrowed as he thrust his fingers deep inside your pussy over and over again, his tongue running circles around your puffy clit. You couldn't help but grind against Matts face, and he moaned at the feeling, using his free hand to hold your hip, near enough forcing you to grind against his tongue harder.

Chris pulled at your hair, making you look at him again and locking his mouth around yours, tongue aggressively pressing and pushing against yours as he returned his hand back to palm your tits.

You were a whimpering mess, moaning and crying into Chris mouth as Matt brought you over the edge with his tongue. You covered Matts mouth with your cum, shaking and convulsing above him as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. He unlatched his glistening mouth from yours and helped you ride out your orgasm, watching in awe as you bucked your shaking hips into his hand.

"look how pretty she is when she cums, Chris" Matt said, gaining Chris' attention

Chris broke the kiss and chuckled, watching as you shook against his chest, "the prettiest girl in the world" he muttered, raking his hand down your stomach and pressing the pads of his fingers against your pulsating clit.

You shifted against Chris, whimpering as you felt a wave of hot tingles rush over your body. Matt was curling his fingers inside you relentlessly, begging for more of you, and Chris was rubbing fast circles against your clit, using your own sticky juices as lube for his movements.

Your eyes where clenched shut, head heavy against Chris' shoulder as you bucked your hips into their hands, moaning relentlessly and unable to form a single thought. A second, fast approaching orgasm ripped through you, and you clenched hard around Matts fingers.

"please, please, please" you began to beg, unsure of what you were begging for as your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

You released a wave of juices over Matts hand, squirting up his arm as you lifted your hips, stuttering. Chris pushed you back down, chuckling as he watched you squirm.

When you finally began to come down from our high, the boys slowed their pace and Matt pulled his fingered from you, licking them clean and moaning at the taste of you on his tongue.

"you taste so good, pretty girl" Matt shook his head, pulling off his top with one swift movement.

Chris dipped his fingers in your pussy, inciting a small whimper from you, and pulled them out just as fast, wrapping his arm round you to taste you on his fingers.

"fuckin' delicious" Chris groaned, shifting you forward slightly so he could pull down his shorts, letting his leaking cock slap against his stomach.

You were completely spent already, mind reeling from the shattering orgasms you just experienced, but the sight of the boys undressing for you made you feel increasingly desperate. Chris situated you back against his chest, you were both planted on the sofa and he had lifted you up onto his lap, his cock pressed against your sensitive pussy. Chris pried your legs open once more just after Matt had removed your soaked panties, leaving you totally bare for them.

Chris began to tease your folds with his throbbing cock as Matt freed himself of the rest of his clothes.

"you think you can take us both, princess?" Chris muttered in your ear, his voice cracking with every pump of his cock.

"mhm" you nodded, eyes fluttering at the feeling of Chris teasing your folds with his tip, "I can take it"

"good girl" Matt smirked, coming closer to you and Chris as he pumped his hard length in his hand.

Matt and Chris locked eyes and Matt cocked his head, Chris lifted you up slightly and let his cock slip out the way of your entrance. Matt pressed his tip through your folds, a needy whimper falling from your lips as Chris began to rub slow circles around the entrance of your asshole, preparing you to take them both.

"you ready, beautiful?" Matt said, standing over you with his tip pressed into your folds.

"please, give it to me" you nodded desperately.

Matt smiled a prideful smirk and with your words, pushed his girthy cock inside you. You both moaned at the sensation, Matts hands finding the backs of your thighs as Chris held you open for him. Matt bottomed out inside you, brows knitted together at the tightness of your warm pussy around him.

The feeling of Matt stretching you out, coupled with the slow rubs of Chris' gentle fingers against your hole made you feel light headed, moaning uncontrollably as Chris pushed one, and then two fingers into your gaping hole, using your own wetness as lubrication to slip his long fingers in and out of you. The feeling was unusual, but definitely not bad, the warm touch of them both caressing you as Matt rutted into your seeping pussy at an agonising pace, of Chris fucking his fingers into your asshole, stretching you out perfectly, was genuinely blissful.

You had never felt anything like it, and just as you thought it couldn't get any better, Chris lifted you up slightly, causing Matts dick to slip out of you momentarily. He inched his fingers into your mouth, and teased your hole with his long cock.

"bite down on me, baby, it'll help with the sting" Chris cooed in your ear as he pressed his tip into your clenched hole.

As Chris pushed into you, Matt did the same, thrusting his cock back into your warm pussy. You did just as Chris said, biting down on his fingers as Matt and Chris stretched you out completely. You cried out a moan, the sting only adding to your euphoria as they both began to fuck your gaping holes.

You were completely full of them, being thrust into from every angle as Chris fucked up into your tight asshole, and Matt thrust down into your weeping pussy, Chris fingers in your mouth, and Matts hands pressing bruises into the backs of your thighs.

They were both moaning and muttering, praising nonsense, filling the air with low grunts that were nearly drowned out by the moans that left your throat.

"y'taking us so fuckin' well, pretty girl, so fuckin' well" Matt grunted, planting a hard slap on the back of your thigh, kneading the flesh with soothing touches just after.

"so fuckin' tight around me, baby, fuck, you feel so good" Chris groaned feverishly in your ear, biting down on your lobe as he picked up his pace, fucking into your hole with animalistic passion.

Their praises made your head spin, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your third orgasm of the night.

"m'gonna cum, please let me cum, i'm- i'm- i'm" you were rambling, unable to think straight as the boys continued to fuck your holes.

"cum, baby, cum for us" Matt grunted, pressing his thumb over your puffy clit and rubbing steady circles over it.

"show us how pretty you are when you cum, princess, show me again, I miss it" Chris muttered into your ear, pulling his fingers from your mouth and rubbing wet circles over your nipple.

Your orgasm ripped through you, leaving a white sticky ring all around Matts cock as it leaked from you and down onto Chris' balls. Neither of them stopped their pace, fucking you through your high as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your whole body shaking in white hot euphoria as they filled you up. You were borderline screaming at this point, moaning their names over and over again as your whole body tensed.

"so fuckin sexy" Matt grunted, rutting into you with gritted teeth.

Chris watched as your jaw hung slack, slowing his pace in your asshole and pressing a few long, slow and hard thrusts inside of you.

"I need t'know what that pretty mouth feels like" Chris said, pulling out of you. The sting of him removing himself from your gaping hole being soothed by the cool, wet juices of your sopping pussy.

Matt pulled out, earning a whimper from you at the complete emptiness you felt.

Before you could complain, you were thrown about the sofa, head hanging over the edge with your legs pressed against your chest and your mouth stuffed full.

Matt was pounding into you, holding your legs tight against your chest but just open enough so that he could see your tits bounce as he rutted into you.

Chris had his hands wrapped round your jaw, softly caressing your cheeks as he fucked your open throat.

"you're so good, baby, taking me down your pretty little throat like this as Matt abuses your perfect pussy" Chris cooed softly, watching as tears pricked at your eyes, gagging around his massive cock with every thrust.

You loved it, it was exactly what you wanted. The feeling of Matt rutting into you, stretching you out and hitting your g-spot as Chris pounded down into the back of your throat, looking at you like you were an angel as he made you gag around him, was perfect. You reached a hand down to your pussy, and began to rub fast circles over your clit. Matt near enough growled at the sight, fucking you harder than ever, the sting of his skin slapping against yours only serving to push you closer to the edge again.

"keep doin' that, princess, keep playin' with y'self for me, kay? don't you dare stop" Matt grunted, breathy moans escaping his mouth with every thrust into your clenching pussy.

"you gonna cum, beautiful? you like having your throat fucked so much you'll touch yourself over it?" Chris smirked down at you, his pace into your throat never wavering as he periodically threw his head back, thrusting deep into the back of your throat.

You attempted to nod around him, whimpering and moaning around his cock at the familiar tingly feeling creeping up your spine. Chris moaned your name as he bottomed out in your throat, hips stuttering slightly as he reluctantly pulled out and began to thrust in and out once more.

You were clenching hard around Matt, and he knew you were about to cum, uttering encouraging praises to you in hopes of seeing you cum again. "come on baby, gimme one more, y'so fuckin' perfect, such a good girl, jus' gimme one more"

Your pace on your clit began to falter and you came all over Matts dick, moaning around Chris' length as tears fell from your eyes. The feeling of you clenching so hard around him gave Matt the push he needed, and with a few hard and fast thrusts into your sensitive and spent pussy, he came inside you, fucking his cum into you as he rode out his high, pressing bruises into your thighs as his head hung low on his neck.

"fuck, oh my- fuck" Matt groaned, leaning down and biting down on the bone of your knee, trying to steady his bucking hips as they chased the feeling of your warm pussy leaking his own cum all over his cock.

Your whole body felt limp, you were completely fucked out, and yet, as Chris continued to fuck your throat, you found yourself almost sad at the emptiness you felt when Matt finally pulled out of your throbbing pussy.

"Chris, you gotta feel how fuckin' tight she is, dude" Matt sighed, shaking his head and resting back onto the soft couch to catch his breath.

Chris pulled out from the depths of your throat and gave you a warm smile from your hung position over the sofa. He walked round, grabbing your legs and spinning you round so your thighs were spread for him, ass nearly hanging off the edge of the sofa as Chris lined himself up with your spent hole.

"you think you can take just a lil' more, baby? you wanna let me cum inside you as well?" Chris caressed your thigh with one hand and pumped his cock with the other.

"yes, please, Chris, fill me up jus' like Matt did" you whimpered, spreading your thighs wider for him.

Chris smiled, "such a good girl" pressing gentle touches into your thighs as he pushed his cock deep into your aching hole.

Chris' eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling of your tight, warm pussy sucking him in like a vice, "Jesus, fuck" he moaned.

You whined at the stretch, not even close to recovered from the pounding Matt had given you. Tears pricked at your eyes once more and you moaned Chris' name, pressing a desperate hand into his chest.

Matt came up beside you, taking your jaw in his hand gently and pressing a tender kiss on your open mouth.

"you can take it, baby, be a good girl and take it" Matt said softly, caressing your hair as you nodded, eyes fluttery and lips parted.

Chris was fucking into you like he'd never felt a pussy like yours in his life. Every time he pulled out, he was sucked back in by your clenching walls, reeling in the way you felt stretched out around him. Your tits were bouncing with every thrust, and with your tongue pressed against Matts in a needy, sloppy, moan filled kiss, you didn't notice Chris' hips begin to stutter. His pace began to falter as he became a rambling mess, thrusting in and out of you, cursing and moaning your name as you moaned into Matts mouth at the feeling of him effortlessly fucking into your g-spot over and over again with his lengthy cock.

With a final hard few thrusts, Chris' mouth was latched around the curve of your neck, biting down on the muscle as he came inside you, filling you up for the second time that night. He fucked you through his high, pushing his cum deep inside your already cum soaked walls.

Matts hold on you was gentle and grounding, him only pulling away from kissing you when Chris mustered the strength to pull out of your perfect pussy.

Chris reached down to the floor and put on his shorts, throwing Matt his and slumping down on the sofa beside you. You were sandwiched between them, Matts head rested on your shoulder and Chris laying over your stomach, your legs hanging open over the edge of the sofa. They were both panting, tracing small circles on your skin as your whole body relaxed into the soft cushion of the sofa.

You were exhausted, completely spent and desperate for sleep as you felt the boys' cum leak out of your sore pussy.

Matt lifted his head up, hooking his finger under your jaw to make you look at him, "you okay, pretty girl?" he asked softly.

You nodded with fluttery eyes and a weak smile, your hand caressing Chris' soft curls as he laid in your lap.

Matt smiled at you, pressing a gentle kiss on your nose, "you wanna go have a nice warm bath and cuddle up in bed with me n'Chris?"

you nodded again, eyes fluttering closed as you hummed, unable to form a sentence.

The boys helped you up, Chris passed you his t-shirt and helped you put it on, telling you to go easy and let him do everything.

They walked you to the bathroom, Matt holding you against his chest as Chris ran the bath and helped you step in, both of them easing you down into the bubbly warm water.

You sighed at the relief of the warm water covering you, your eyes closing and head rolling back on its hinge for a moment.

Matt was sitting down by the side of the tub, his finger tips tracing soft circles on your shoulders as Chris sat on the counter top, sorting the perfect queue of songs to help you relax as much as possible.

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[raekensluver]

could you write something where reader is chris' girlfriend and she's in the first youtube video and it's like the three peaks challenge and there's like banter with the others and she's worried about what the viewers will think but they love her? xx

ugh the three peaks video is one of my favorites from chris ngl

contains: established relationship, fluff

chris dixon x fem!reader

the three peaks challenge was all chris’s idea- a chaotic, exhausting adventure that you’d mostly signed up for as the designated snack carrier and moral support. but somewhere between the summit of ben nevis and the bleary early hike up scafell pike, the camera kept catching you. laughing with arthur. teasing george about his layering choices. giving chris a look every time he claimed he “wasn’t tired.”

at one point, somewhere near the top of snowdon, george paused, hands on his knees, dramatically catching his breath. “if i collapse, just roll me off the mountain.”

“tempting,” you said, handing him a granola bar. “but i like my criminal record clean.”

arthur pointed at your backpack. “what is in there? every time i turn around you’re pulling out a new snack.”

“preparation,” you said sweetly. “unlike some people who packed nothing but vibes and one hoodie.”

“this hoodie is elite,” george defended, tugging at the half-zipped fleece. “you’re just jealous of the drip.”

“i’m jealous of your confidence,” you replied. “you’re dressed like it’s spring and we’re literally on a mountain.”

chris snorted behind you. “and yet he still complained about being sweaty and cold within five minutes.”

“i contain multitudes,” george said proudly.

“you contain bad decisions,” you muttered, adjusting your coat.

arthur laughed, nudging chris. “mate, how’d you land someone with actual survival instincts?”

“bribery,” you said before chris could answer.

“blackmail,” chris said at the same time.

you shot him a look. he grinned, entirely unapologetic.

“seriously though,” george added, tearing open the granola bar, “if i die up here, just let her do the eulogy. at least she’ll make it funny.”

“with pleasure,” you said. “i’ll even pack snacks for the funeral.”

later, back at home, chris was editing the footage with headphones in, but you still heard your own laugh through the speakers.

“you know you’re in this loads, right?” he said, glancing at you from his laptop.

you shrugged. “people are going to roast me.”

he smiled. “they’re going to love you.”

when the video finally went up weeks later. you tried to play it cool. but you were practically holding your breath as the comments started rolling in.

user1: who’s the girl? she’s actually hilarious. user2: chris’s girlfriend has main character energy, i’m sorry. user3: wait… she’s so real for being the only one prepared with snacks.

you blinked at your phone, stunned.

chris peeked over your shoulder, grinning. “told you.”

“maybe i should start charging you for appearances,” you teased.

he leaned in, kissed your cheek. “yeah, but then i’d have to tell the internet how much i fancy you.”

you tried not to smile.

failed.

[paperclip-skz]

Just You and Me

fem*Reader x Bang Chan

*WARNING

contains: Teasing, trapped ( Chan and reader are kinda kidnapped), kidnapped!, slight force spaced, squirting, fingering, humping, over-clothes stimulation, nicknames, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don't), I'm sure I missed something, let me know in the comments.

prompt: Fuck or die you have 48 hrs to complete the challenge- “Okay, fine, lets do of this then” “Whoa, I might be a fan, but I don’t know you” - “Can we start over…. And maybe we can save each other lives?”

WC: 4.1k

part 2 part 3

***

You felt the suffocating weight of a bag over your head, darkness, and cold wrapping around you like a shroud. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as the icy air seeped into your bones. Then, with a sudden yank, the bag was ripped away, blinding light assaulting your eyes. 

As your vision cleared, dread washed over you. Just a few feet away, there was another figure chained to the floor — The one, the only, Bang Chan, fear etched across his beautiful face. Panic surged through you. Why is he here? And more importantly, where the hell are we?

“What the hell is going on?” Chan roared, his voice echoing with desperation as he struggled against the unforgiving metal cuffs. The sound bounced off the sterile, white walls, amplifying the terror in the air.

Then, a chilling click resonated from above. Your heart raced as your gaze darted to the speakers embedded in the ceiling. A sinister voice slithered through the darkness, dripping with malice. “It’s simple. Play my game, and you both might just live to see another day—along with a bucket full of money.”

“What’s the game?” You dared to ask, your voice trembling, uncertainty creeping in like a slow poison.

“Sleep with each other. Pleasure each other. If you both survive the night, you’ll walk out of here with more than just your lives. You’ll walk out with $5 million.” The voice loomed from the speakers above, blunt and final.  

5 million dollars was on the line, and the thought of it sent a rush of temptation through your veins. 5 million dollars could help you pay off debts, fulfill dreams, and secure a future that felt increasingly uncertain, but there was no way you’d stoop that low; your pride wouldn’t let you. 

“Piss off, go get your porno somewhere else,” you screamed.

“Fine, wanna play, fuck him or die. Your choice,” and the click you heard told you he wasn’t playing anymore. 

Suddenly, the chains unclasp, and you scramble to your feet. You rub your wrists; the lingering sting from the metal reminds you of how vulnerable you are. A sense of panic bubbles within you, clawing at your insides.

“I’m Chris,” he says. His voice is so soft, it’s like velvet, caressing your ears, yet it sends a shiver down your spine at the same time. The thick accent wraps around you, igniting something deep within—was it fear or something more? You feel an overwhelming urge to flee, but where could you go?

“I know,” is all you can muster, your throat tightening as you speak. Your heart races, and in that moment, you realize the implications of your words. What did it mean to know him? You avert your gaze, refusing to let him see the conflict swirling inside you.

“Seen me on the news, I take it?” He rubs his own raw wrists, and your eyes dart to the marks, an echo of your own pain. But you can’t afford to feel sorry for him, not when your own fears loom so large. 

“No, I'm—” Hesitation grips you. “I’m a Stay,” you finally blurt out, your voice steadier than you feel. His eyes widen, surprise etched on his face, and for a fleeting moment, every instinct screams at you to run. “Well, don’t act too surprised,” the tone of your voice shifting subtly.

“No- I just- well I mean- what are the odds?” he stumbles. If it wasn’t for the situation your both in, or the rawness of your skin, or even the coldness of the room, you might have found his flustered state cute. Your lying to yourself. You still found it cute. 

A silent moment passed by. “I think it’s just best if we get this over with.” 

You take two steps back, holding your hand up, acting as a defense. “Whoa, whoa, I might be a fan, but I don’t know you.” 

“Sorry sorry” Chan takes a few steps back. You hold your arms, panic still coursing through your veins. 

“Can we start over? And maybe save our lives in the process?” 

——-

Moments passed. You couldn’t tell if it was an hour or two. The voice didn’t come back, and the lights never dwindled. You couldn’t tell if it was light or dark outside. 

The boredom caught up with you two. It led you to play games to pass the unforgiving time. 20 questions. 

“What’s your favorite color?” Chan asked, a pout on his lips. 

“Maroon” you answered bluntly, from across the room. You knees meeting your chest. “Favorite place to eat?” you shot back. 

“A small tteokbokki mom-and-pop shop in the subway, Sinchon” he shoots back. 

You both go back and forth for a little while until you ask. “What do you want with the money? Don’t you get paid enough?” It wasn’t meant to be an insult or a passive-aggressive comment. But a genuine question.

“Contrary to popular belief, celebrities don’t get paid as much as you might think.” He shifts his gaze to his hands, and his shoulders slump. “You're a Stay, so I assume you know our story—my story,” he corrects himself. “We fight so hard, tooth and nail, every single day, and yet they still want more. It’s a miracle we get all our work done sober, let alone on time.” He chuckles softly to himself. Despite the somberness of his words, a small smile tugs at his lips, and a sparkle shines in his eyes. Even though the life he chose is challenging, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Why don’t you want to sleep with me?” his next question. 

A deep pit hits your stomach. It's not that you don't want to sleep with him. You’d be rich if you 

got a nickel for every time you thought about Chan in a…certain way. But, it was more than just wanting to jump his bones. Yes, he was attractive, yes,  anyone in their right mind would want to see this beautiful man naked, but he was still a person that you didn’t know - he was still a man who was very capable of taking advantage of you. 

You couldn't meet his intense gaze, heat flooding your cheeks under the weight of his stare. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” you admit your voice barely above a whisper, a hint of vulnerability lacing your words. 

A playful smirk dances on his lips, and you can feel the tension crackling in the air, but he remains rooted in his spot, a teasing distance between you. 

“I just don’t know you. For all I know, you could be a total asshole behind the camera,” you challenge.

“Do you still think that?” he asks, a teasing lightness in his voice. He’s right—while you’ve traded innocent questions, each answer from him has been honest. He could’ve revealed his darker side, but all he showed was the kind, funny guy you admired. 

“No” you didn’t recognize your own voice. It came out raspy. Hushed. The situation you were both in dwindled a bit. The fear almost drained from your veins and was replaced by something else. 

“Your turn” he says, a new darkness in his eyes. “Can I ask you something a little more personal?” you venture, locking your gaze with his. He shrugs, a playful glint in his eyes, encouraging you to continue. “Have you ever… slept with anyone?”

He lets out a hearty laugh, his confidence radiating through the small room. “Of course, I’ve slept with someone. I’m not a virgin.”

“What?! I just had to know,” you reply, your laughter mixing with his, a warm smile spreading across your face. “I’m surprised they don’t keep you idols under tighter wraps.” You tease, feeling the tension in the air shift, your muscles relaxing.

The laughter flows freely between you, bubbling the small room. Then, he leans in, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Can I ask you a personal question?” he murmurs, his tone low and inviting.

“Sure,” you reply, your heart racing a little as you shrug nonchalantly, intrigued by where this might lead.

“When was the last time you had sex” he finally said the word. Neither one of you dared to say it until now. 

Your entire body ignited with warmth. “It’s been a while,” you confess, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. His brows lift playfully, and you roll your eyes, trying to play it cool. “Okay, okay. It’s been at least…” you hesitate, choosing your words with care, “at least a year and a half.” You hide your face in your hands, your heart racing.

You hear a low chuckle escape him. “Wow.”

“Don’t be mean,” you retort, slowly removing your hands to reveal your flushed face. He lifts his hands in mock surrender.

“I’m not! Honestly, I’m no better—it’s been a whole two years since I kissed a girl, let alone slept with one. I’m just surprised, that’s all. You’re really beautiful; I expected you to have a boyfriend or something.” His eyes widen with curiosity. “Do you… have a boyfriend?”

You laugh, the sound light and airy, as the unexpected question tumbles from his lips. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend… or anyone, really.” your smile lingers a moment. 

“Can- can I move closer?” His voice sounds soft and gentle. You nod your head slightly, tightening your grip on your knees. Chris gets up and walks over to your side of the room. He sits down next to you, leaving a good two feet of space between your bodies. You will your heart to slow as his cologne fills your senses. He smells like a breath of fresh air; your whole body craves another whiff, wanting to be enveloped in his scent. 

You feel your core clench around nothing, the thought of Chris against you, skin against skin, your two breathing mingling with each other. “Thinking of something?” he asks, a cocky smirk tugging his lips. 

You feel warmth radiating from your neck to your chest, and surely all across your face. "N-no, nothing," you say….convincingly enough. 

A teasing laugh bubbles out of him. “Your turn” he turns his head to you, and you keep your head straight trying to ignore his piercing stare. But you feel him watching your every breath, tracing every rise and fall of your chest as you breathe heavily, the way your lip teases its way back and forth from between your teeth, igniting a warmth that spreads like wildfire through your body.

 “Um,” you stammer, your eyes darting around, momentarily lost in the moment. “Why isn’t this freaking you out?” The rasp in your voice reveals the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. “Aren’t you scared they’re recording us?” 

A sly smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “I could choose to be scared,” he says, his voice low and sultry as he leans in closer. His hand finds your jaw, gently guiding your face to meet his gaze. “Or I could forget the details and lose myself in the pretty woman in front of me.” With that, the space between you evaporates, charged and electric, the tension practically begging to be released.

Your lips part, and your eyes dart between his eyes and his lips, the space inching closer and closer. His hand on your jaw slowly glides down to your neck, not demanding, not dominating, not tightly, but enough to send bolts of pleasure coursing through you, enough to have you begging him to touch you more. 

His gentle fingers, warm and delicate, glide around your neck, softly brushing against your skin. You know he feels your heart racing, pulsing rapidly just beneath his fingertips. Your mouth dries, and the dampness between your legs makes you rub them together. “Y/N. Can I kiss you?” he asks, his breath ghosting your lips. 

You don’t answer him, not verbally at least, instead, you lean in that extra inch and connect your lips with his. His touch, yet gentle, is nothing compared to the way he kisses. It's charged, confident. He kisses like its the last kiss he’ll ever have. Savoring every gasp, every moan, every movment of your lips against his. 

His other hand snakes around your waist, silently asking for you to climb on top of him. And you oblige wordlessly, swinging one leg around him so your legs are wrapped around his waist, your arms taking purchase wrapped around his neck. “Fuck you taste so sweet,” he says between breaths of air, but he refuses to leave your lips longer than a second. One of your fists grips his shirt, grounding yourself before you let yourself fall completely victim to his touch, the other tangles into his hair, gently pulling at his roots. He grunts in approval urging you on. 

“W-wait” you push him back. The sight before you leaves you momentarily breathless. His hair is tousled, tangled strands falling alluringly over his forehead, it makes your insides clench and a shiver run down your spine. His lips, visibly red and slightly swollen, His eyes, wide and shimmering with adrenaline. 

His hands, restless and eager, seem to ache for your skin to bridge the distance that feels electric between you. Yet he holds back, a silent plea in his gaze, waiting for a signal—a tentative nod, a whispered word—to close the gap and unleash the storm brewing between you.

You force yourself to look away, your eyes darting around the room where you're both trapped. Still clean, white, and locked. No mirrors. No cameras. No windows. They must have something; they must be watching—panic surges through you. “Hey, hey," Chris cups your jaw again, bringing you back to him. The room fades away; the only sight you focus on is his coffee-stained eyes. "It's just you and me." He connects his forehead with yours, and your breaths intertwine, “just you. And me." You breathe him in deeply, his warmth calming your anxiety like a wave gently crashing on the shore.

You angle your head slightly to capture his lips once more. But this kiss isn’t like the one you both shared only moments ago. This one is gentle, slow, and deliberate. He matches that same intensity, his arms hugging your body close to him. You feel his heartbeat against your chest; it’s rapid. 

You wiggle your hips against him, getting into a more comfortable position against his lap, but a deep guttural moan rips out of his chest. And thats when you feel it. The large, prominent bulge pressing against you. You gasp against his lips, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. His eyes plead with a blend of embarrassment and desire. 

You bite your lip, and a sultry smirk spreads wide across your face. You rock against his middle, the tent in his pants only growing and hardening. He shuts his eyes tightly, and his face twists as he tries hard to focus and avoid losing control. A wicked idea forms in your mind; you push your body down against him, the leggings you're wearing thin and tight enough that he can feel your wetness between your legs. You rub yourself against him, pushing and rocking slightly, teasingly. 

A deep, heavy sigh escapes him as he instinctively tilts his head, baring his neck to you. You seize the moment, leaning in closer as your lips gently meet his skin. With each kiss, you leave delicate, lingering marks.

His hands seize your waist, begging you. You're not sure if they're begging you to slow down or speed up, but nonetheless, you don’t stop.  “Fuck” he moans. 

You lean back, not stopping your hips, as he meets your stare once again. His eyes, their usual coffee-stained manner, were now replaced by something darker, something exciting. His hand comes back to grip the side of your neck, bringing your lips against his once again before he fully takes control. With swift, easy movement, he lifts you up slightly only to set you down against the tile floor. His middle connects with yours, your legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. His kisses turn rugged as he leaves your lips to trail his lips lower down your body. 

“All this needs to go” he gestures to your still-clothed body. 

You smir,k and a small laugh bubbles out of you. You lean up slightly and tug your shirt over your head. You slide out of his reach, only for a moment, to also pull your leggings down your body. Leaving you in just a sports bra and soaked panties. “Your turn, hot shot.” 

He pokes his tongue to the side of his cheek while he maneuvers his shirt over his head and stands to rip his pants off his legs. You stare at his muscled, toned body, each ridge and muscle defined, looking at you like it's a meal. You swallow lightly as your eyes trail southward to the tent in his boxers, taunting you. He sees your stare and pulls down his boxers. 

You gulp at the sher size of him. Is he even gonna fit, you think? He practically sees the worry written on your face when he laughs and moves to lean down on top of you again. “Scared you can’t take me, babygirl?” his hands dance along your skin, and your legs spread wider. 

His fingers leave goosebumps along your skin. He trails them lower…lower…until they tease around the apex of your legs. “You can take me, princess. I know you can,” he whispers against your ear. He hooks his pointer finger around the middle of your panties, pulling them down with a force that makes you shiver against him. His fingers immediately go back to playing with your folds teasingly, refusing to give you exactly what you need, not yet. 

The whine that leaves you is completely foreign to you; you’ve never been much of a beggar in bed, but something about Chan makes you want to get on your knees for him. “Tell me, baby. Want do you want?” his voice breathes against the shell of your ear, as his fingers play with your thrumming bud, only to go back to circling your entrance. 

“Please, please, I need it. I need you,” you beg. 

“Ah, ah, ah. I need details. You have me, princess. What do you want me to do?” the bastard teases. 

A mix of a moan and a groan leaves you. “Chris, please.” you hesitate for a moment. “Please make me cum” 

He kisses the shell of your ear, and you feel two fingers plunge into your walls, curling upward. You gasp into the air, and he swallows that gasp with a kiss. He keeps a steady, relentless pace with his fingers, not too fast, but not slow either. He pushes his fingers deep inside you, moving his body in tandem with them, keeping them curled. He swallows every moan that ripples out of you, and your hand grips him so tight you think you might draw blood. 

He removes his hands, spreading the gathered wetness around your folds. A whine rips out of you from the loss, but he kisses you gently, leaning his forehead against yours. “Please, please,” you beg. You don’t even know what you begging for, whether it be to cum, or for him to finally take you as he pleases. 

“I know baby,” a kiss to your forehead, “it's coming, I promise.” he enters his fingers back in you, quickening his pace this time. Your back arched,s and your head tilts back. Your whole body starts to move with his thrusts, and you feel that all too familiar feeling form in the pit of your stomach. The tightness in you is familiar but slightly stranger. You actually think you might pee, “w-wait I think I’m gonna-” 

“Shhh,” he kisses your forehead again. This is wrong, it doesn't feel like a normal orgasm, it- it feels-

But pleasure sends you reeling, a silent scream shakes your bod,y and your arms cling to him. His fingers don’t stop, letting your whole body ride out your orgasm until you whine from overstimulation. Your body glistens with sweat. Every breath leaves you breathless. 

Chan's cocky laugh makes you open your eyes. He leans up, balancing on the heels of his feet while you prop yourself up on your elbows.  “Holy shit,” you gasp. Wetness… your wetness shines on his body. Evidence of your pleasure dripped on every sculpted muscle on his chest. “I’ve never…squirted…before” 

“I could tell,” he says, his voice dark and a smile wide. 

You gulp, the sight making that first wave of pleasure seem like a warm-up. Embarrassment covers your cheek, “hey,” he leans back down, “It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You sigh when the tip of him slips against your sensitive bud. His face twists, and a small grunt leaves. 

Pants and quick breaths fill the empty air of the room. Chan looks down where the two of you dare to connect, his hips rock against your heated core, only skimming your folds but never entering, your wetness coating him. 

“Chris,” you breathed, his name a plea on your tongue. Your core clenched once again, nothing to grip onto. 

Your hand slid to the side of his hip as he angled himself at your entrance. Your other hand went up to his jaw, guiding him to see you. His breathing went uneven as he carefully slid deeper into you. At the first nudge of him, your body went taunt and surged to claim his mouth with your own. Your tongue ran over his bottom lip, and he dominated your mouth with urgency. You swallowed the low groan of pleasure as his hips rolled in gentle, slow thrusts. 

The feeling of your tight walls engulfing him left him gasping for air. But once Chan paused at the hilt, once he let you feel the fullness of him, you actually thought you might explode. You thought you could combust from the sheer desire that swept through you. 

Beyond words, beyond little gasps of breath and small whimper of pleasure, your hips moved against him, urging him deeper, harder. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he chuckled. 

You answered with a small whine. You clenched around him. His body became rigid like lightning coursing through it. “Do that again and see what happens princess,” he threatened. The darkness in his voice sent a sudden heat shooting through you…. You clenched harder than ever before. Chan groans loudly, almost like he’s in pain, but the smile on his lips says otherwise. 

You weren’t entirely prepared when Chan’s thrusts became crushing. Each thrust made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your whole body move inched further on the tile floor. His pace was timed, but his thrusts were deep, making each one count. The noises that left your throat were pure animalist, pure lust. 

Sweat shines on his forehead, and his pace quickly becomes rushed, those same deep thrusts turning matched with a relentless pace. The tip of his dick kissing your cervix, it made you see stars. “Are you gonna cum babygirl? Are you gonna cum for me” Each statement paired with a deep thrust makes you cling to him for dear life? Words are lost in the back of your throat. “Fuck” Chan grunts, “cum for me princess.”

As if it were a command, your whole body freezes, and you moan out his name loudly, your mind a puddle of pleasure. 

His hips rock into you two more times before he freezes; you can feel him twitch and throb inside your walls. He collapses beside you, pulling out in the process. Beats of silence follow, and after another breath, you both look at each other. And you laugh. The bubble of laughter fills the air along with your heavy breaths. 

A hollow click slices through the silence, echoing off the walls and setting your nerves on edge. Unlike the familiar sound of the speakers crackling to life, this noise is far more substantial, a heavy, industrial thud that reverberates in your chest. Suddenly, the door at the front of the room disengages with a groan, its old metal latch giving way as it inches open, revealing shadows beyond. 

A chill sweeps through the space as anticipation thickens the air. You turn to your companions, your hearts racing in unison. Chan catches your eye, his smile glowing with warmth that cuts through the tension like sunlight piercing through clouds. “Together?”

**************

@multi-fandommaniac

AN: I'm not sure how happy I am with how this turned out in the end....let me know. Also, let me know in the comments who you want to see more of or if you all want to see more fluff? more smut? longer stories? Shorter ones, etc? Love yall!

part 2?

[loveandleases]

Cam and MC marrying without telling anyone except Aunt Em and G (they're the witnesses), just going to sign the papers, celebrate and then posting a pic of their hands doing a heart showing off the golden rings 💍

Chris 💩 and Co reaction?

Yay for angst. (I only did a reaction for Chris and Jade because any more trash and I’d owe a disposal fee. 😏) 💩 Chris: Pacing, they're pacing. Over and over to the point their feet ache and they worry the carpet will begin to show the signs of their frenzy. How many times have they looked at that photo? Five, no, ten? It's not enough, it's never enough. Chris growls, fist clenched as they slam it against their door, in hope that this pain will outweigh the hollow ache in their chest. It doesn't work. It never fucking works. It burrows, deeper, trying to claw its way out of their throat, threatening to spill over in wet, humiliating tears. "How could they..." The words die on their lips, heavy and jagged. The fight to say them is too pathetic, too painful. Another punch, another clench of teeth. The stinging pain in their hand begging for attention, denied once more. Denied like the acknowledgment of the ache that's tearing them up inside.

"Think, think damn it," Chris' voice shakes, an edge of desperation leaking through as they begin to bite on their nails. Teeth pulling at the skins of their fingers like a nervous habit. "There's still time to have it annulled. I just need to get to them."

That's all Chris needs: time. Just enough to undo this mistake. Because it has to be a mistake.

I know you, I know.

Another wrinkle in Chris' otherwise perfect life. Wrinkles that started when you showed up. When you wormed your way inside and made them feel things they weren't supposed to. Nothing is going to plan. 💀Jade -

She doesn’t say anything at first,her silence cuts far deeper than her words could.Instead, her attention drifts to her manicure. She stretches her fingers out, inspecting them with the utmost care. A cold smile pulling at her lips as her dark eyes take in their color. White, how fitting. For a moment, she wonders what you wore. White, doubtful. It's too classy for you. There—a slight chip at the edge of her acrylic. She clicks her tongue softly, an expression of disappointment entirely unrelated to the news she’s just heard. "Tsk. Can’t they do anything right?"

Internally, she seethes. It’s a slow, simmering fury, kept carefully beneath the surface. She’s not the type to explode; no, Jade’s anger is colder, more calculated. She ignores Chris’s pacing and furious glares as if they're no more than background noise. A tantrum, really. How hard is it to stay still, to know your place, to behave?

This isn’t just a problem for her—or even for Chris. It’s bigger than that. Chris is a Clarke. That name carries weight, meaning, power. And no matter how much Cam says he doesn’t care about it, the reality is, he’s tied to it and now so are you.

Externally, she behaves as though someone has told her there’s a chance of rain tomorrow. Actually, no—that’s not fair. She’d look more affronted by the rain.

There’s always a calm before the storm, that deceptive quiet that makes you think you’re safe. That’s the space Jade inhabits now, a porcelain veneer masking the storm beneath. She feels the challenge in this, the audacity of it. Always seeking to outdo her, to claim the spotlight. Just like before. Now, that simply won't do. Will it?

She rises smoothly, not sparing Chris so much as a glance. Let them have their tantrum, and the next one if it comes to it. Which it usually does. One of them has to handle the situation. With that thought, she reaches for her phone, her voice sickeningly sweet when she speaks. "Well, if it isn't my favorite..."

[sturnslutz]

tension, fluff, angst, kissing. 1 mention of joking suicide. arguing. a/n: should i just make this into a series or what… and lowkey yes im moving a little fast i just need to get to the good parts NOW

the night was drunk off heat and cake, air thick with the kind of energy that made your skin buzz. crickets were screaming, someone had “mr. brightside” blasting like it was still 2008, and the string lights over the porch flickered like they were in on the chaos.

you leaned back against the porch railing, sipping your drink slow. chris was back from whatever trip he’d taken with nate, eyes red, laughing at nothing as he flopped next to you again.

“yo.” he said, dragging the word out. “real talk. when you said i was tied for hottest? that wasn’t just to spare matt’s feelings, right?”

you gave him a look, feigning innocence. “who says i was sparing anyone’s feelings?”

he blinked, then grinned, all teeth. “wait, hold up, are you saying i was winning?”

you sipped your drink, leaned in just enough that he shut up real quick. “nah, just sayin’ you could’ve been. if matt didn’t have that whole tall, broody thing going for him.”

“BROODY?!” chris looked offended, nearly choking on air. “i’m tall too! and way more fun!”

“yeah,” you said, tapping his chest, “you’re fun, alright. like, dumbass fun. i gotta work for a laugh with matt. it’s a challenge.”

“oh wow,” chris said, hand on his heart like you stabbed him. “so you’re into the silent suffering type, huh? this is wild.”

before you could answer, matt reappeared out of nowhere, sipping a soda, eyes flicking between the two of you.

“you good?” he asked you, real casual, even though he definitely heard all that.

you smirked, shrugging. “chris is mad ‘cause i called him a dumbass.”

“not mad,” chris said, “just deeply hurt. there’s a difference.”

matt raised a brow. “you are kinda dumb, bro.” you tried not to laugh, but it slipped out anyway, and matt grinned, satisfied.

“you taking his side now?” chris asked, wide-eyed. “i thought we were having a moment.” you turned to him, real serious. “we did. it’s over. i’ve moved on.”

matt lost it at that, nearly spitting out his drink again, and your chest swelled with victory.

“damn.” chris muttered, then turned to nate, who was zoning out on the porch steps. “you hear that? she broke my heart in 2.5 seconds.”

“you’ll live.” nate said, eyes barely open.

matt came closer, standing just behind you now, leaning over your shoulder to grab something off the railing. you could feel him there, the way his arm brushed yours, the way your skin lit up like someone struck a match.

“you really calling me broody?” he murmured, voice right in your ear.

you tilted your head toward him, smug. “not in a bad way.” he smiled, slow. “you think about me like that?”

you blinked, heat rushing to your face. “i think about a lot of things.” his hand brushed your lower back, real light. “good to know.”

you didn’t move. neither did he. the air between you buzzed louder than the music, louder than chris fake-crying on the other side of the porch.

solina came back out, pausing in the doorway, eyes flicking to matt’s hand, then your face, then back down. she didn’t say anything, just walked over and slid next to nate, her face blank.

you opened your mouth to say something, anything, but chris beat you to it. “aight’, someone play spin the bottle before i die of rejection.”

he collapsed onto the porch like he was making a statement, arms spread. nick cackled. “bro’s down bad. pearl broke him.”

you laughed, glancing back at matt, who was still too close, still watching. “don’t worry, chris,” you said, walking past him, your hand brushing his shoulder, “maybe i’ll give you another shot.”

he perked up, immediately. “yo, for real? bet. let’s go. spin that fucking bottle.”

matt, behind you, muttered, “you’re so full of shit.”you looked over your shoulder, smirking. “prove it.”

his eyes darkened a little, mouth twitching like he wanted to smile, wanted to say something.

“oh, i will,” he said. “don’t worry.”

and that? yeah, that did something to you.

solina watched the whole thing. didn’t say a word.

but you could feel it, some tension in the air. something you’ve never really felt from her.

the bottle was some half-empty vodka that nate brought over, sticky with condensation and definitely not meant for whatever chaos nick was orchestrating, but here you were. circled up on the porch under those flickering string lights, everyone a little too hyped, a little too sweaty, and, if you were being honest—very on edge.

“okay,” nick said, like he was hosting survivor or something, “rules are simple. spin. land. kiss. no bitching out.”

“this is a bad idea.” solina muttered, half under her breath, eyes locked on the bottle like it had personally wronged her.

“that’s why it’s fun.” nate said, already halfway to gone, sitting cross-legged and giggling to himself.

“there’s only 2 girls, nate. how the fuck is that fun?” you asked, tilting your head at the gone boy.

“because it is. trust.” he says slowly, him and chris both laughing at the end of his sentence. “yeah, for sure trusting the guy who’s seeing unicorns in the sky right now.” you said, laughing.

matt hadn’t said much, just sat there, legs stretched out, eyes flicking between you and the bottle, expression unreadable. again. always unreadable.

“who’s first?” nick said, looking directly at you. “pearl, right? birthday girl goes first.”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “you just wanna see me suffer.” he shrugged, grinning. “yeah, and?” you sighed, leaned forward, and spun the bottle. everyone went dead silent.

it landed on nate.

“oh thank god.” you muttered, already leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“uh, nah,” nick said, grinning like a devil, “rules are rules, that’s a lips kiss right there.”

nate just laughed, holding his hands up. “yo, i don’t make the rules, but i’ll follow ‘em.”

you groaned, kissed nate real quick, barely counted, and flopped back into place, face burning.

“lame.” chris said, “barely even a kiss. i’d treat you better, just sayin’.”

“oh my god, shut up. you’re so fucking annoying.” solina snapped, eyes sharp. chris blinked at her. “damn, alright. didn’t know i was public enemy number one.”

you shot solina a look, but she wouldn’t meet your eyes, just stared at the bottle like she was daring it to land on her next.

it did.

right on matt.

the porch went silent again, and you swear your stomach dropped straight into the earth.

solina looked like she’d seen a ghost. matt didn’t move.

“uh,” nick said, voice a little too forced, “rules are rules.” solina cleared her throat, forced a smile that didn’t even try to reach her eyes. “guess i’m not bitching out.”

matt still didn’t move for a second, then slowly sat up straighter.

you watched them kiss, and it wasn’t long. it wasn’t deep. but it was enough to twist something sharp in your chest. when solina sat back down, she didn’t look at you. at all. matt glanced over, just once, then back down at the bottle.

your turn again.

you spun, hand a little too tight on the bottle neck. it spun wild, clattering slightly—and stopped.

matt.

no fucking way.

nate choked on his drink. “yo. this game is getting dangerous.”

chris was already leaning back, way too invested.

“you have to kiss him now. rules are rules, remember?” matt looked at you, real quiet, real unreadable.

“you gonna bitch out?” he asked, voice low. you didn’t even blink. “nah. never.”

you leaned in, heart hammering like a war drum, and kissed him.

his hand slid to your waist, warm and there, and you felt him smile just a little against your lips before pulling back.

you stared at him. he stared at you.

solina stood up suddenly. “i’m done. game’s over for me.”

she walked back into the house without another word.

nick let out a low whistle. “yo… did we just start a war?” chris was watching, eyebrows raised, like he wasn’t sure if he was amused or pissed.

you sat back, heart still racing, matt’s hand brushing yours as he shifted. neither of you moved away.

“you good?” he asked, voice low, only for you.

you looked at him, met those dark eyes, and didn’t say anything for a second.

“yeah. i’m good. just weirded out by solina.” you look towards the inside of the house, which was now barely illuminated due to the parents going to sleep. you saw solina making her way up the stairs, not sparing the porch another look.

“i think she’s jealous.” chris blurted out, and nate smacked his arm. “don’t say that shit, bro.”

you don’t look at them, but stand up, heading towards the house. “yo!” matt yelled out, running towards you. “why you going back inside? it’s only midnight.” he looks down at you as you stop and look at him.

“i’m gonna go check on lina, she never leaves out of nowhere like that. just stay out here, make sure they don’t kill themselves or something.” he nods, turning back around without another word.

you made your way inside, carefully stepping up the stairs to get up to you and solina’s shared room. you walked in, and saw her on the bed on her phone.

solina didn’t look at you. not when you shut the door behind you, not when you crossed the room, not even when you said her name.

“hey, why’d you leave?” your voice was soft, barely above a whisper in the dim light, the hallway outside barely glowing now that the parents were asleep.

she was sitting on the bed, phone in hand, thumb frozen over the screen. “got tired.”

you laughed, confused. “tired? already? it’s the first night, lina. you don’t usually tap out ‘til like week two minimum.”

she shrugged, still not looking at you. “jus’ don’t feel good, alright? don’t make a big deal out of it.”

something in her voice was off. it almost didn’t seem like her.

your brows pulled together. “what the fuck is your problem?” you said, trying to keep it light, but it came out harder than you meant. “this is literally night one and you’re already acting weird and bitching out.

she scoffed, finally looking up. her eyes were cold, annoyed. “bitching out? really? you sound just like the guys. god. can’t you see they’re all obsessed with you?”

you blinked. “what?”

“even nick, and he’s fucking gay. and you’re his best friend!” her voice cracked, but she kept going. “you walk into a room and it’s like—boom, it’s the pearl show. and i’m just… here.”

“be quiet,” you said quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed, heart pounding. “you’re gonna wake the parents up.”

she laughed, bitter. “right, sorry. wouldn’t wanna ruin your big night.” you stared at her. “lina, where the hell is this coming from?”

she looked at you for a second, and something flickered behind her eyes. guilt? something worse?

“you know exactly where it’s coming from,” she muttered. “don’t play dumb.”

you shook your head, confused. “if this is about tonight, it’s not that deep. we’re all just messing around. you know that.”

she didn’t answer. didn’t have to.

and then it hit you.

oh.

your voice dropped. “you’re mad about matt.”

she flinched. barely, but you caught it.

you stood up, pacing now, hands clenched. “are you serious right now? you know I’ve liked him for years. i told you that. multiple times.”

“i know!” she snapped, standing up too. “i know, pearl! i know you’ve liked him forever, okay? i’m not stupid. i see the way you look at him.”

“then why the fuck are you acting like this?” your voice rose, frustration spilling out now. “i told you everything, and you’re sitting here acting like i’m some—attention hogging bitch for existing.”

she stepped closer, fire in her eyes. “because maybe i like him too, alright?! maybe i have for a while, and maybe i hated myself for it every time you talked about him.”

the room went dead silent.

your heart dropped, stomach flipping in the worst way possible.

“…you what?”

she ran a hand through her hair, pacing now, voice shaking. “i didn’t mean to. i didn’t want to. but every time we’re here, every summer, it’s like… he’s everywhere. and i started feeling things i wasn’t supposed to feel, and i tried to ignore it, i swear. but then tonight, seeing you two? kissing? laughing? like i’m just invisible? it fucked me up, okay?”

you were frozen, chest tight, like something had shattered between you.

“lina… why didn’t you tell me?”

she laughed, bitter. “what the hell was i supposed to say? ‘hey bestie, i know you’re in love with him, but i might be too, haha’? like that’s not completely fucked up?”

you swallowed hard, voice flat. “so instead you what? acted like a bitch all night?” her face crumbled for a second, guilt cracking through the anger.

“i didn’t mean to. i just—i didn’t know what else to do.”

you stared at her. the silence between you wasn’t quiet—it was screaming.

finally, you shook your head, stepping back.

“i need some air.”

she didn’t stop you.

just sat down, looking wrecked, and didn’t say a word as you slipped out the door.

the hallway was cold, your heart pounding in your ears, and for the first time tonight you didn’t know what to do.

a/n: YIKES….. anyways.. might make this into a series

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[et6rnalsun]

𓍼 chris can’t tell the difference between fashionkilla! reader’s lippies…

it was one of the first times chris had come to your house. unexpectedly, you had invited him into your private world after months of acting like a mysterious girl — the one you have to work hard for years to get to know deeply. to say he was nervous was an understatement, his palms were sweaty as he lightly rubbed them against his dark jeans that he loved so much. he didn't know how to move, or if he could even walk on your shag rugs without you getting nervous and rolling your beautiful eyes at him.

your black cat, adorable to him ( matt should see her, his mind said ), was almost more welcoming than you. she started to circle his legs, before gingerly resting her cheek against them when he leaned down to stroke the back of her ears with a ridiculously big smile on his face. jokes aside, the kiss you left on his cheek when you approached him was so much better than anything else. he's sure he shivered, and not just from the cold sensation your rings against his skin had caused.

“y’seem so shy” you teased him, chuckling as you watched him look around, almost looking lost. “different from texts, huh?” you added, not missing an opportunity to dig in deeper. and he wanted to die when your words brought him back to things he actually typed and sent to you: 'if i come to your house, you don't know what i'll do to you'

“i’m just trying to be a gentleman” chris rolled his eyes, approaching you from behind as you walked towards what he assumed was your bedroom. his arms were wrapped around your waist to keep you close in that way, his cheek pressed against the top of your head.

the interior of your room seemed to be the dream of every girl that was interested in makeup, even if slightly. your dresser was exploding with all kinds of products, a large bed that he could already tell was a cloud — to try as soon as possible — three wardrobes that he was afraid to see the inside of. plus other things he hadn't really thought about too much.

chris let himself fall back onto your bed not resisting the temptation, arms spread wide as he sank into the impossibly soft mattress. a satisfied groan escaped him as he stretched, the plush comfort confirming everything he had imagined. “yeah,” he muttered, half to himself, “this is what heaven feels like.” his embarrassment had vanished into thin air like a dissolving cloud.

you didn’t respond right away, too busy rummaging through one of the drawers at your dresser even though he wanted you right next to him. he watched you, his lips twitching at the way your brow furrowed in concentration. you moved around your space with a casual ease, but to him, this was a rare glimpse into your world. you then turned towards him, meeting the insistent gaze you felt on you. “what do you think of my kingdom?”

chris propped himself up on his elbows, glancing around the room as if he were an art critic assessing a masterpiece. “kingdom is putting it lightly,” he replied, his voice laced with mock seriousness. “this feels more like just shit i don’t understand at all” you raised an eyebrow at him and his playful words, crossing your arms as you leaned against the dresser and smirked. “oh yeah? like what?”

he gestured toward your dresser, his hand sweeping across the sea of beauty products neatly arranged—or chaotically clustered, depending on perspective. “that. aaalll of that. it looks like sephora exploded in here.“

your laugh was loud and unrestrained, the kind of sound that made his stomach flip in the best way, his heart already felt full from the fact that you were warming up to him so much. “you wouldn’t get it,” you said, shaking your head as you walked over to the bed and plopped down beside him to his delight. at that, he sat up fully, leaning closer with a smirk that was both curious and challenging. “try me,” he said, folding his arms.

you raised a brow, clearly amused by his sudden interest. “alright, genius. let’s see how much you know.” standing up again with a brief chuckle you couldn’t hold back, you strode to your dresser and pulled open a drawer, returning with a handful of lipsticks. holding them out like they were your damn kids or just gold, you asked, “these?.”

he leaned forward, squinting at the assortment in your hands. after a long pause, he shrugged. “lipsticks. brown ones?. all the same.”

your jaw dropped, and you stared at him like he’d just insulted your entire existence. “the same?” you echoed, your voice climbing an octave. “bitch, you can’t be for real”you shook your head, grabbing two from your collection before settling comfortably into his lap, the lipsticks right in his face. “one is in the shade livin’ the cream — don’t comment,” you pointed at it with a manicured finger. “while the other is sprinkle sprinkle. they are so fucking different, chris!”

he had that annoying little smile on his lips, and he just seemed to be focused on your body placed prettily on top of him. “mhm. exactly the same”

you groaned, dropping your head into your hands as he laughed. “chris, i swear to god,” you said, sounding desperate but amused at the same time. “the first one has a cool undertone, and the other is warm. it’s not that hard to understand, it is?”

he was still laughing as he set the lipsticks down on the bed, his shoulders shaking. “alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “you win, baby. they’re totally different. i see it now, okay?”

“good,” you said, though your tone was far from convinced. crossing your arms, you narrowed your eyes at him. “you’d better mean that, or i’m kickin’ your ass out.”

he grinned, leaning forward to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer. “oh, c’mon,” he said, his voice softening as his lips brushed against your neck softly. “I’m trying to learn here. maybe i just need a private lesson. y’know, hands-on.”

the sound of your most sincere and sweet laughter filled the room again, and as you playfully swatted at him, chris couldn’t help but think that he could get used to it. and you should too.

[chrissturnsfav]

fuckgirl!reader flirting with loser!matt, but she’s drunk so he’s just acting all nonchalant abt it

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 loser!matt babysits drunk fuckgirl!reader

the bass thumps in your chest, the music a relentless pulse that matches the dizzying swirl of the room. everything’s fuzzy—lights blurring into streaks, voices overlapping into a symphony of noise. you don’t remember how many drinks you’ve had, but it’s definitely more than you should’ve.

and then there’s matt. sweet, awkward matt.

"matt," you whine over the music that echoes in your ears, drawing out his name, your hand reaching for his sleeve. your fingers barely graze the fabric before you lose balance, tumbling halfway into his lap.

he catches you, because of course he does, his reflexes sharper than you’d expect. "careful," he says, voice dry but not unkind.

"i am careful," you insist, dragging yourself up and planting one hand on his chest for stability. it’s a nice chest—solid under your palm. "you’re just in my way."

"can we go upstairs?" you say feigning sweetness with a crooked smirk, your breath warm against his neck.

"nah." he leans back and manspreads on the couch, cool as ever, like he’s immune to your charms. it’s sickening.

"why not?" you pout, tugging at his arm. your dress rides up as you move, not that you care—matt’s the only one looking, and isn’t that the point?

"because you’re drunk kid," he says simply, tilting his head like he’s assessing whether you’re about to topple over again.

"so?" you challenge, a teasing grin spreading across your face. "you’re supposed to take care of me, aren’t you? that’s what guys do at parties, right? fuck pretty girls?"

he rolls his eyes but doesn’t let go when you wrap your arms around his neck. "m'not fucking you kid," he snickers.

you groan, a little too loud, and press your forehead against his. "you’re no fun, matt. chris would fuck me. he would probably die for the chance."

"yeah, but i’m not chris," he says, gently disentangling your arms from his neck.

"clearly," you mutter, falling back onto the couch in a dramatic heap. you look up at him, your eyes hooded and pleading. "don’t you think i’m pretty, though?"

he snorts, shaking his head. "nice try."

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" you demand, half-offended, half-sickened by how unaffected he is.

"it means you’re wasted, and you’re not gonna trick me into saying something stupid," he says, leaning down to pull a blanket off the back of the couch. he drapes it over your legs, ignoring your protests.

"you’re boring," you declare, crossing your arms with a drunken frown.

"and you’re a fucking mess," he counters, his smirk softening into something almost fond. "but don’t worry. i’ve got you."

his words hit you in a way you didn’t expect—soft and steady, but somehow leaving a mark. it makes your chest tighten, your thighs hot, and your stomach flip.

you know he’s just being responsible matt, always the boring one, always the one making sure things don’t spiral out of control. but the way his eyes linger on yours, the hint of warmth behind the teasing, makes you need him even more.

you grab his hand, holding onto it like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. "matt," you say again, but this time it’s quieter, your voice dipping into something softer, almost vulnerable.

"what now?" he asks, half-laughing, though his hand doesn’t pull away.

"just one little kiss, at least. please?" you say, your voice dropping into something softer, more pleading.

he laughs, shaking his head like you’re ridiculous. "not happening."

"you're the fucking worst," you whine, ripping your hand from his and sinking into the couch again.

"sleep it off kid," he says, his voice softer now. "you’ll thank me later."

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: the way i literally was writing this without even seeing this anon! i was abt to publish it and then checked my inbox and i was like :o that's perfect. so i copy and pasted the draft here.

thank you for reading! <3

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@chrissturnsfav ™

[delilahsturniolo]

⟡ ݁₊ welcome to the end of the world! (please leave your sanity at the door.)

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 . . . four friends: nick, matt, chris, and you—find themselves stuck together at the end of the world, trying to survive a zombie apocalypse with nothing but their wits, a questionable supply of snacks, and zero emotional maturity. you’re just trying to stay alive without losing your mind—or falling for someone on the team.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 . . . violenceee, use of guns & other weapons, matt shooting people, physical fighting, jumping of buildingssss uhhhh cursing, mentions of blood.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: SECRET BUNKERS

read other parts here!

the air is still, unnaturally still. like even the wind knows what’s coming. below, the strangers don’t flinch when you challenge them. they just smile. calm. calculated. “we were hoping you’d say that,” their leader calls back. and then, they move. two of them peel off left and right, circling, flanking. the others raise weapons, but not at you. at the tower’s support beams. “shit!” matt grabs your arm, pulling you away from the edge. “they’re gonna bring it down!” chris yells, “protect the kid!” already diving to shield lana

“everyone grab something and hold on!” nick shouts. the first shot hits, wood splinters. the tower groans beneath you like it’s alive and in pain. you drop beside matt, one hand bracing against the floor, the other gripping your gun like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to earth. “they’re trying to trap us in here,” nick growls, shoving ammo into the rifle. “wait ‘til they move in closer. we fire on my mark.” matt looks at you. not panicked, focused. “you ready?” you nod, heart hammering. “with you? always.”

“gross,” nick mutters, even as he lines up a shot. “if we die, i’m haunting you both.” more bullets. more wood cracking. the support beams won’t last much longer. you hear footsteps below. they’re coming up. matt’s voice cuts through the chaos. “now!” you all move in sync, one perfect, chaotic heartbeat. shots ring out. one of the raiders drops. then another.

you catch movement on the stairs, someone climbing fast. “matt!” you shout, pointing. he doesn’t hesitate. fires once. a body falls back with a sickening thud. but another one’s right behind him, and suddenly they’re inside, everything turns to screaming and blood and chaos.

you wrestle with a man twice your size, barely holding your own as he slams you into the wall. you feel the breath punch out of your lungs, your grip loosens—

“get away from her!” matt snarls, slamming the butt of his rifle into the guy’s skull. he crumples. you fall to your knees, dazed. matt’s there instantly. “you okay? talk to me.” you manage a breath. a nod. “i’m good.”

“never do that again.”

“wasn’t planning on it,” you wheeze. another blast hits the tower. it lurches violently, wooden beams snapping below. “we have to get down!” chris shouts.

“jump into the trees!” nick says. “they’ll break our fall!”

“or break our spines,” chris snaps. “either way, fun!”

lana tugs on your sleeve, holding something up. the key. small. silver. covered in grime.

“i know where it goes,” she says quietly. “i can take you. but we have to leave now.” the tower groans again. this is it. one more hit and you’ll all go down with it. matt grabs your hand, breathless. “we jump on three.” you squeeze his fingers.

“three,” he says.

“two…”

you look at everyone. your found family.

“one.”

you all leap.

the world flips.

branches slap past your face. pain blooms sharp and fast across your back as you crash through leaves, slam into bark, land hard.beverything spins. but you’re alive.

you gasp, roll over, matt lands beside you with a grunt, grabs your shoulders. “are you okay?!”

“yeah,” you croak, “i think—” but before you can finish, gunfire erupts again. they’re still coming. the group scatters into the woods, dodging bullets, ducking between trees. lana leads the way, fast, determined. her fear’s gone, replaced by something fierce. matt sticks to your side, always. covering you. trusting you.

“you sure she knows where she’s going?” nick pants behind you. “i trust her,” you say. “she’s survived this long, hasn’t she?” matt glances back, eyes sharp. “keep moving. they’re gaining.”

you break through a clearing, and there it is. a bunker. half-buried in the earth, hidden under ivy and rot.

lana runs to the door, jams the key into the lock. turns it.

click.

the door creaks open, rusted, heavy. you all pile inside, pulling the door shut just as the first raider breaks through the tree line. darkness.

then, soft lights flicker to life.

a hallway. clean. dry. stocked. you all stare, breathing hard.

“holy shit,” chris mutters. “it’s real.” matt turns to you. there’s blood on his cheek. your blood, maybe. or his. you don’t care. he cups your face again, forehead pressed to yours. “we made it.” you nod, breath shaking. “barely.”

“still counts.”

he kisses you like it’s the last thing holding him together. and maybe it is. maybe it’s the only thing holding you together, too. because you don’t know what’s waiting inside, but you know who’s with you, and maybe that’s enough.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: last chapter + epilogue soon <3

[matts-girlfriend]

Breakfast In Bed - Matt Sturniolo

(english isn’t my first language)

Warnings : Angst

This is heavily based on this song

Part 2

It had been days since the breakup. Maybe weeks. Honestly, I had no idea anymore. Time blurred together when all I did was lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, drowning in the same thoughts on repeat. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, it was like he was still here—like if I just reached out far enough, I’d find him next to me.

You said that you love me

Isn’t that lovely

Because loving Matt was all I had ever known.

Since kindergarten, when we’d share crayons and pinky-promise to be best friends forever. Since middle school, when we got stuck in our ugly phases at the same time, all braces and bad haircuts. Since Year 9, when we finally stopped pretending and made it official.

Tangled in sheets

Strawberry fields

It was always supposed to be Matt and me.

Being with him was the easiest thing in the world. It was waking up to breakfast in bed, sneaking out at 2 a.m. for McDonald’s, slow-dancing in my room to songs that weren’t even romantic, but they felt like they were when we were together. His family had become my second family—his younger triplet brother, Chris, constantly annoying me like he was my actual brother, and his older triplet, Nick, acting like my own personal life coach. It wasn’t just about me and matt. It was all of them.

You promised me pancakes

For all of my Sundays

And I guess in some way

I got that still

And then YouTube happened.

At first, it was harmless—just Matt and his brothers messing around with a camera, filming challenges and vlogs, hoping to make something out of it. I thought it was cute. I was proud of them. I watched every video, liked every post, supported them every chance I got.

But then things started changing.

Just like you said

I’m eating breakfast in bed

Ever since you left

I’ll never love again

I’ll never love again

Slowly, so slowly I barely noticed at first.

A missed date here. A last-minute cancellation there. Him leaving in the middle of dinner because “I need to film, I promise i’ll make it up to you soon.” I told myself it was fine. I told myself I understood. But the more it happened, the more it hurt. The more it felt like I was losing him.

We graduated, and it should’ve been the start of something new for us. But instead, it was the beginning of the end. They hit a million subscribers. The dream was real now. And I was happy for him—I really was. But when I hugged him that day, I could feel it.

The distance.

Then, one night, I got the text.

“I’m so sorry to do this over text, but I can’t be with you anymore. I love you more than anything, truly, but for my career, I need to take this step.”

Swear I’ll die in this room

I can’t even move

I’ll never love again

I’ll never love again

I stared at my phone, my chest tightening, my whole body going numb.

This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. Not like this.

I started typing, my hands shaking. Begging him to talk to me, to tell me what I had done wrong, to tell me how to fix it. But none of my messages sent.

Blocked.

Just like that, five years together—fifteen years of knowing each other—gone.

All I got was a text.

And I completely broke.

I stopped leaving my room. Stopped eating. My mom started leaving food by my bed, her voice soft when she told me she was worried, that I needed to take care of myself. But I couldn’t. Everything felt dull. Pointless. Like the world had drained of all its color, and I was stuck in this constant ache in my heart of everything and nothing at the same time.

Black coffee’s gone cold

Just like my soul

The stains on my T-shirt

Are eleven days old

I just lay there, wasting away, replaying it all.

What could’ve been.

What should’ve been.

What would never be.

I miss you like hell

I’m spoilt like milk

If you saw me right now

You’d run for the hills

I wondered if he ever thought about me. If he ever regretted it. If he ever stared at the ceiling at night and felt like something was missing.

Just like you said

I’m eating breakfast in bed

Ever since you left

I’ll never love again

I’ll never love again

But I already knew the answer.

He had the whole world now. He had everything he’d ever wanted.

I closed my eyes, gripping the sheets tighter, wishing I could just disappear.

I made myself take a bite of the cold breakfast that had been sitting on my desk for hours, as my mind drifted.

Wondering was any of it real

How come you don’t feel the way I feel?

I didn’t lie, I didn’t cheat or kill

So, why is this my death-row meal?

part 2??

(divider by @bernardsbendystraws )

[ariieeesworld]

ᯓ★dying love-c.s

ᯓ★what’s it about?- chris goes through internal turmoil wondering if his commitment issues are messing with him or if his girlfriend is falling out of love with him. hoping its the former, not the latter because he really fell hard for her.

ᯓ★warnings- toxic!reader, (tried) angst, crying, heartbreak, one-sided arguing, chris’s pov, breaking up, lowercase intended

ᯓ★based on the song grenade by bruno mars for @bernardsbendystraws’s music writing challenge!!

── .✦ “what did i do to deserve this?” i exclaimed to my girlfriend, who i have been dating for a year. she sat at the edge of my bed and stared at me blankly. after everything that i have done for you, i let my guard down for you, all the effort i have put into this relationship lately. i knew i shouldn't have done it, i should've seen it coming. why am i so stupid? everyone could see that she was leading me on. even my fucking mom could tell and she didn’t even get a chance to meet her yet, not like she ever will now. it wasn't like this at the beginning, she was sweet, and kind. nick and matt warned me about this shit, why did i fall in love so fast? it’s like she cast a spell on me, i knew it was too good to be true, way too fucking good.

tears welled in my eyes as i glanced at her, sitting there with a smug look written on her face like she’s proud of breaking my heart. i couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sadness at that moment. “oh, you’re fucking ecstatic that you’re playing with my feelings? i don't understand why you’re sitting here like you’ve won an achievement.” i raised my voice and pointed toward myself, looking at her with a sense of disappointment, hoping she understands how i feel, knowing she never will. “just tell me you don't love me anymore! that’s fucking better than this shit you’re pulling!” my voice echoed off of these four walls, reminiscing about the times i held her when she was bawling her eyes out, when i was her shoulder to lean on. the most vulnerable moments, i’ve been there by her side, but i couldn't lean on her fucking shoulder at all.

“i don't fucking ask for much! to give me all your love is all i ever ask, but i guess that’s too much for you huh?” i ask, my voice cracking, tears rolling down my face. how can she not be affected by this, can she not see what she’s doing to me? “i can't do this, you’re actually doing too much, chris.” she expressed as she stood up looking for her purse, “me?! doing too much? you’re doing too little, i actually cared for you! fuck - i still do, even after all the times you pushed me away!” i say as i run my fingers through my hair, “don’t run away from me, talk to me! what did i do wrong? i want to fix it.”

i don’t want to lose her; i’d do anything for her. i fucking hate how i keep giving everyone second chances when they don’t deserve that shit at all. my heart feels worn out, and i’m tired, but i can’t just let this go. “everything,” she says, her words piercing my heart like daggers. my tears flowed like a waterfall as i took in her words and watched as she walked out of my room. following her into the living room, “wait, no come back, please” I begged her, tears streaming down my face as i sobbed uncontrollably. “we’re done, i just-you’re just too obnoxious.” she let out as she stepped through the front door, i was left feeling profoundly shocked and heartbroken. i stood in the living room, not knowing that matt was behind me watching from his position at the fridge.

he walked behind me and pulled me into an embrace, my tears soaking into his gray hoodie as i rested my head on his shoulder. “i would give anything for her, i’d die for her, yet she’s shattered my heart like it was nothing. you guys were right… and she called me fucking obnoxious! am i obnoxious, matt?” i ask as i look at him with my probably bloodshot eyes, waiting for a response, i expected him to agree with her because that’s all i had always been told: "chris, you’re too loud," "chris, shut up," "chris, stop being so fucking annoying." he shook his head, no, a sense of sadness crept in the air as matt and chris held onto each other.

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws!!

i hope i didn't make chris sound like an asshole😭… (especially in the first few sentences )

[shintaru]

Windbreaker | master list

🦭WB writers guide ♡ m.list ♡ recent fics 🦭

Head canons ~

wb reacts to y/n trying the water challenge

Cuddling head canons pt.1

Cuddling head canons pt.2

Cuddling head canons pt.3

Cuddling head canons pt.4

Cuddling head canons pt.5

Cuddling head canons pt.6

Cuddling head canons pt.7

Cuddling head canons pt.8

Dating head canons pt.1

Dating head canons pt.2

Dating head canons pt.3

Jealousy | sabbath crew

Period comfort | multi

random head canons

Signature scent pt.1

Signature Scent pt.2

Signature Scent pt. 3

Signature Scent pt.4

How to pull them

comfort hc sc

Crush pt.1

Crush pt.2

Crush pt.3

Crush pt.4

One - shots ~

I think I wanna marry you | Joker

Owen Knight x Guitarist reader

Summertime sadness | Wooin

Darling, hold my hand | Hyuk

the boy is mine Chris D’Char

Love affair | Sangho/Mahon

Birthday present | Wooin

Pocky n kisses | Wooin

Knuckle velvet | Wooin

Apple bobbing | Hajun

Stuck with you | Hyuk

Lo$er = lo♡er | Joker

Nerdy reader | Wooin

Thunder | Kaneshiro

Moonlit floor | Hyuk

Pretty boy! | Joker

Mukkbang | Joker

Mukbang | Wooin

Swimsuit | Wooin

Heart eyes | Poel

Ice cream | Owen

🥛 n’ 🍪’s | Poel

Swimsuit | Kenji

Comfort | Vinny

Haunted Wooin

Period | Wooin

Period | Hyuk

Scar | Ryohei

Crush Wooin

Scar | Joker

Mini series ~

song fics ~

Pins & needles | Wooin

Hands off Gabriela | Hyuk

Smut ~

Before I die I’m trying to fuck you baby Dom

I’m gon make you feel it (size kink) multi

Let me lick on your tattoos multi

Yeah it’s you (oh, it’s you) Wooin

Say my name Owen Knight

NSFW links | sabbath crew

Asking him for a creampie 1

NSFW head canons pt.1

NSFW links pt.2 | multi

Nudes | sabbath crew

need to know - Chris

Scoop Chris D’Char

NSFW links | multi

Water Joker

Mood boards ~

Jurassic world fallen kingdom | sabbath crew (5)

Jurassic World dominion | HB & SC (6)

Welcome to Jurassic Park | sabbath crew (1)

Jurassic park lll l sabbath crew (3)

Jurassic World | sabbath crew(4)

The lost world | sabbath crew (2)

The boy is mine Chris D’Char

The boy is mine | Wooin

The boy is mine | Vinny

The boy is mine | Owen

The boy is mine | Hyuk

The boy is mine Joker

The boy is mine | Poel

The boy is mine | Jay

Haunted Wooin

Chris D’ Char

Joker - Hajun

apples Joker

Apples 2 Joker

Owen knight

Vinny Hong

Wooin feed

𝔉ü𝔯 𝔒𝔴𝔢𝔫

Camilla

wooin

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[cranberrymoons]

fuck me already friday?!?! don't mind if i do.

eddie did his superhero thing to save buck after he got trapped in the collapsed building--ravi managed to zipline to freedom but oops, the line broke and then the floor fell out from under buck and eddie got to the disaster just in time to watch buck vanish inside the building, so he goes rushing in because he's not gonna let buck die, too, not when he's here this time. and then he finds buck buried beneath rubble and grabs him by the suspenders and hauls him up to freedom and buck can't tell if their lips brushed because eddie just yanked him too hard (doesn't know his own strength, obviously) or because eddie did that on purpose (bros can kiss, right?). but either way eddie was breathing into his mouth when he said "never do that again" and buck was breathing right back into eddie's mouth when he kinda stammered his way through a promise because like. he's been rock hard since he saw eddie single-handedly haul a wall up off of buck to save him. he doesn't have enough blood in his brain to say anything more than "you got it bud" because he's a dumb dumb.

but anyway they're back home--their home, even if eddie hasn't officially declared that he's staying yet. everyone else knows he is because they have eyes but buck isn't in possession of the communal brain cell right now so he's just like "okay another morning where i've walked into the kitchen to eddie still here, it's gonna be a good day so long as i forget about The Agonies :)" (The Agonies being the fact he is walking around half-chubbed because like. eddie pulled a wall up off of him! single-handedly! and The Agonies are also the idea eddie might go back to el paso sometime soon but that's not as fun so buck would rather lament over his half-chub)

and they're just orbiting each other. and eddie is getting increasingly more and more flirtatious (even if buck refuses to describe it as such in the safety of his own mind), and touchy, and he's not leaving. he's slowly moving back into the house even if he still hasn't officially said anything yet, and chris is here. and at one point buck and eddie come back from a night out with the 118 (buck spent the entire night going "why is everyone acting so strange, don't they know that eddie hasn't officially decided he's coming back yet!!" and every time this happens--buck looking like a deer in headlights when anyone so much as hints at eddie moving back to LA--everyone has to mentally add another mark to the tally of "buckneddie shenanigans" while eddie just gets red-cheeked and smiley because buck is being dumb but that's his buck :) so it's okay) and buck drops onto his bed and is surprised but also not when eddie drops down next to him because they were in the middle of a debate about the best way to cook eggs and eddie isn't gonna win this debate while standing up, his feet are tired from piggybacking buck (buck didn't think he could carry him all the way home and eddie is never one to back down from a challenge), besides buck's bed is big and comfy. and so they talk themselves literally to sleep, like a bedtime story no one else would ever want to listen to.

and then eventually buck wakes up in the small hours to eddie looking at him. and it's quiet in the room, and eddie must have been awake for a while because buck doesn't remember taking off his shoes but yeah his shoes are off. and they're both just. staring at each other. sharing breaths again. and they're both gross and sweaty from the piggyback ride and also still wearing their jeans and probably still a bit tipsy. but they're close close close and it's dark and the world outside feels quiet and buck has just. stopped thinking about eddie leaving because how can he think about that when eddie is right here in front of him. and eddie looks at buck's mouth, so buck looks at eddie's mouth. it's a nice mouth to look at. and he hears as much as feels as much as tastes eddie softly say "you gonna kiss me now or would you prefer an engraved invitation?" and he's smiling again and his cheeks are so so so red and how the fuck can buck say no to that? so he kisses eddie, and the "fuck me already" goes unspoken but like. their hands are already reaching and their bodies are already moving and clothes are already coming off and its shaky and messy but it's real, and it's them, and finally buck stops worrying about eddie leaving. eddie holds him too tight and kisses him too deep like these touches are the words he hasn't said. yay. :)

(this got so goopy. sorry. i'm up in my feels today.)

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queen of hearts! ethan nakamura ೃ࿔*:

👙 °❀* 𓍼:･ summer!roberts!reader organizes valentines day at camp to definitely not impress ethan

summer!roberts!reader x ethan nakamura

If you were going to do something, you were going to do it right and bigger than it absolutely needs to be.

People liked to assume you didn’t care about anything but yourself—because your hair was always perfect, your perfume left a trail wherever you went, and you wouldn’t be caught dead in anything that didn’t scream effortlessly expensive.

But that wasn’t true.

You cared. A lot.

Just… not in the way people expected.

So when you overheard some Hermes kid whining about how camp never did anything special for Valentine’s Day—how it was just another day of sword fights, war games, and half-burnt love notes—you decided that this year? Camp Half-Blood was going to have the best Valentine’s Day ever.

And obviously, if anyone was going to pull it off, it was you.

The thing about pulling off something huge was that you couldn’t do it alone. You needed people.

Which was why you were sitting in the Aphrodite cabin, legs crossed, surrounded by your siblings—who were listening, but only kind of.

Drew was filing her nails. Lacy was adjusting her lip gloss in the mirror. Silena’s little sister was flipping through Teen Vogue.

“So let me get this straight,” Drew finally said, snapping her nail file shut. “You want to throw a Valentine’s Day party? Here? In a camp full of sweaty, emotionally stunted demigods who think flowers are ‘too much work’?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “First of all, rude. Second of all, yes. Because this camp is depressing. The closest thing we have to romance is people awkwardly flirting during sparring practice and, like, one (1) annual campfire song that isn’t about war. We deserve more.”

Lacy nodded. “She’s kind of right. The bar is so low.”

Drew sighed. “Fine. But I’m not doing all the work.”

You smirked. “Obviously. That’s what the Aphrodite charm is for.”

The plan was flawless.

You had decorations (pink everything). You had a playlist (pure 2000s perfection—Beyoncé, Mariah, early Justin Timberlake). You had a chocolate fountain (after a lot of bargaining with the nymphs).

But the most important part?

You made it personal.

Because you knew people.

You knew that Connor Stoll had a pathetic little crush on Katie Gardner, so you made sure he had an excuse to sit next to her.

You knew Annabeth wouldn’t ever admit she wanted something romantic, so you made Percy give her ambrosia in the shape of a heart and pretend it was his own idea.

You knew Clarisse would rather die than participate in a “stupid Aphrodite event,” so you rigged it so Chris Rodriguez challenged her to an arm-wrestling contest under the twinkly lights (which totally counted as a date).

You even made sure Chiron had his favorite cinnamon candies at the snack table.

Because you noticed things.

And if people were too busy thinking you were shallow to realize that? Not your problem.

The night of the party, you stood near the pavilion, watching.

The lights were glowing softly, the music was just right, and—most importantly—people were happy. They were laughing. Eating chocolate-covered strawberries. Not worrying about their next monster attack for once.

It was perfect.

“You look very pleased with yourself.”

You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Ethan Nakamura had a way of showing up at the exact moment you thought you had everything under control.

“I am pleased with myself,” you said, flipping your hair. “I pulled this off. Me. The same girl people like to pretend is ‘shallow and vapid’ and ‘only cares about lip gloss.’”

Ethan hummed, watching the crowd. “So, what’s in it for you?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Why does everyone assume I only do things when there’s something in it for me?”

He smirked. “Because you do.”

You turned to glare at him, but—ugh—he was already looking at you. His dark eye sharp, amused, too knowing. Like he saw past everything, past the makeup and the attitude and the perfectly curated image.

Which was so annoying.

Because you weren’t about to admit that, yeah, maybe you just liked seeing people happy. That maybe, despite all the high-maintenance, camp-princess, too-much-for-everyone energy, you actually gave a shit.

So instead, you tilted your chin up. “Fine. You want to know the real reason?”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “I would love to hear this.”

You smirked. “Because I can. Because no one else would. And because now, every time someone thinks about how fun this night was, they’re going to remember me.”

Ethan let out a quiet laugh. “So selfless.”

You grinned. “I know, right?”

He shook his head, and for a split second—just a flicker of a moment—you swore you saw something like approval in his expression. Like maybe, just maybe, he actually liked that about you.

But before you could say anything, he was already walking away.

“Enjoy your party, princess,” he called over his shoulder.

You stood there, watching him disappear into the crowd, and—ugh—you hated that he had this effect on you. That stupid, unreadable, maddening effect.

Because it wasn’t fair.

You had pulled off the most spectacular Valentine’s Day in Camp Half-Blood history. You had everyone talking about it. You had won.

So why was he the only thing stuck in your head?