#toxic! matt

[humpster35]

Toxic! Matt Headcannons

-Toxic! Matt who pinches your elbow whenever you bump into him while walking.

-Toxic! Matt who would purposefully ask you your opinion on where to eat only for him to choose the place.

-Toxic! Matt who would pull your ponytail back if you get in the way of his game. “Hey! Cmon sweetheart, you gotta be smarter than that.” He lets his grip get a little looser but doesn’t let go of your hair.

-Toxic! Matt who is overly sarcastic to you, which could come off as condescending

-Toxic! Matt who makes sure he tells Marylou that you’re good and alright whenever she tries to offer something. “She’s good mom. She should be thankful for what she already has.”

-Toxic! Matt who causes you to have panic attacks on accident due to his fake outs. These can include him faking that you genuinely hurt his feelings which leads to him pushing you away or him simply raising his voice a bit too high and then pretending like it’s all in your head.

-Toxic! Matt that has two phones because he’s annoyed by how much you text and call him. Bonus, he also hates when you send him reels or tags him in tiktok’s, because he thinks it’s childish.

-Toxic! Matt that would bring a cover-up for you even if you’re going to a restaurant. “I’m doing this for you babe. I just wanna protect you okay?”

[y3sterdaysproblem]

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chris loves eating you out and fingering you, taking his time and making you cum at least once before he fucks you

is constantly proving to you why you love any form of missionary with him

you and chris can never turn down a makeout session with him running his hands all over your body

how chris fucks you after you have yet another argument about his feelings, promising you he ‘just needs time to figure it out’

chris knows he’s going to end up doing all the work when you ask to be on top, but he lets you do it anyway

when movie night just ends up with you taking your time on his cock that you just can’t seem to get enough of

chris’s favorite way to relax and unwind after a long, tiring day

spending the night at his place always ends up like this in the morning

you guys always have to get your own hotel room when he takes you back home to boston so he can use you however he likes

chris makes you do all the work after you had an attitude with him all day “you can have it, but you gotta take it.”

you’re always more than willing to suck him off wherever he wants, even letting him finish all over your pretty tits if he’s nice enough

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[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMIDNIGHT COMPANY * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　while filming a car video, the triplets witness a girl - Y/N - arguing with her boyfriend. When he smashes her phone and leaves her alone at midnight in the middle of a random parking lot, Chris steps in.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　toxic relationship, yelling, fighting, being hurt physically and emotionally, manipulation, panicking.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Y/N didn't meant for things to end up like that.

She really didn't.

She was just walking alongside her boyfriend through the Target aisles, her eyes darting nervously between the shelves and the floor.

But she should know better. He had already been irritated when they left the apartment - something about her taking too long to get ready - and now, every move she made felt like a mistake.

"Stick close." Her boyfriend had muttered, his voice low but firm. His eyes darted around the store, scanning the aisles of brightly colored products with an air of impatience. "I don’t want to spend all night in here."

Y/N nodded quickly, her throat dry.

"Okay."

They made their way down the main aisle, her boyfriend grabbing a few items and putting them into the cart with little regard. It was always like that; he made the decisions, and she just agreed and moved on.

He paused at the end of that same aisle, scanning the shelves with a discerning eye. She lingered a few steps behind, observing.

He grabbed a box of granola bars from the shelf, tossing it into the cart with a louder thud. She winced at the sound, her stomach knotting with unease.

"Why are you standing there? Do you see the cereal we get?" He asked, his tone clipped.

Her throat tightened. She scanned the shelves frantically, her eyes moving over the rows of colorful boxes. She wasn’t sure if it was the green box or the blue one.

"Um, I think..." She started, reaching hesitantly toward one of the options.

"Don’t think. Look." He snapped, already sounding exasperated.

Her hand faltered, and she pulled it back. Her heart was pounding, and her palms had grown clammy against the leather strap of her purse. She wanted to go home.

They turned into the household goods section, where shelves were lined with glass containers, picture frames, and other fragile items. Her boyfriend stopped abruptly, examining a set of drinking glasses with a critical eye.

"Do you think these match the ones we already have?" He asked, holding up a box with pretty crystal wine glasses.

Y/N hesitated, unsure if he wanted an answer or was just thinking out loud.

"I-I think so."

Her boyfriend sighed, setting the box down with a clatter.

"You’re not even paying attention."

"I am." She said quickly, her voice barely above a whisper, desperately searching for his free hand. "I promise."

"Whatever." He muttered, letting her squeeze his fingers once before dropping hers, moving on.

Y/N quickly followed, trying to stay out of his way, her eyes fixed on his tall figure, crossing her hands in front of her body and forcing her brain to pay more attention to anything he touched or pointed out. She couldn't risk him thinking that she didn't care.

As she passed by one of the shelves, her purse brushed against a precariously balanced display of small vases. Time seemed to slow as the first vase teetered, then fell, hitting the shelf below it and sending a chain reaction through the display.

Crash!

The sound was deafening. Glass shattered across the floor, the pieces glinting under the white lights. Y/N froze, her breath catching in her throat. She stared at the mess, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest.

"Oh my god. Are you serious?" Her boyfriend hissed under his breath.

She dropped to her knees instinctively, trembling as she tried to gather the pieces with her bare hands.

"I’m sorry." She whispered, her voice trembling and desperate.

"You're fucking nbelievable." He muttered under his breath, loud enough for her to hear.

She stopped for a moment, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She wasn’t crying because of the spilled glasses. It wasn’t even about the moment itself. It was about the weight of knowing that every mistake she made was a reason for him to get tired of her. To leave her.

"I’m sorry." She whispered, again and again, the words tumbling out of her mouth as though they might undo the damage. "I’m so s-sorry."

But it wasn’t just an apology. It was an instinctive response, born from the fear of making him feel any sort of negative emotion at all. She knew that he wouldn’t brush this off, wouldn’t laugh, and say it was no big deal. He would be mad, and she couldn't let him get mad at her. Not again.

She desperately wanted to shrink herself down into something more digestible for him at that moment. Something he could chew up, spit out, and discard - like gum.

A woman at the end of the aisle glanced over, her expression a mix of surprise and concern. A man on the opposite side peeked around the corner, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene.

Y/N’s face burned with humiliation. She felt their stares on her, for sure, full of judgment. Her hands fumbled over the shards, shaking too hard to pick them up properly.

Her boyfriend crouched down beside her, his expression now unusually calm. His hand landed on her shoulder, but the grip was firm, bordering on painful.

"Y/N, honey, stop. You’re going to hurt yourself."

"I’m sorry." She whispered again, the tears on her eyes starting to burn her orbs with the force she used to stop the drops from escaping. She couldn’t let him see her break. She’d learned the hard way that crying only made him angrier.

"Stop it." He said more firmly, moving his hand through her arm, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from the glass. He looked up at the people looking back at them and forced a polite, almost apologetic smile. "She’s... a little clumsy. Always has been. Right, honey? I know you didn’t mean to. You can’t help it, can you?"

Y/N stiffened, her stomach churning. She forced her head to move up and down, the movement coming out almost robotic.

"You’re just... distracted. All the time." He continued, his smile cold and tight. "That’s why these things happen. You can’t focus."

She wanted to argue, to tell him that she wasn’t some careless mess, but the words died in her throat. What good would it do?

"Here." He said, taking an empty cardboard box near them and shoving the pieces to the side with it, taking it all out of the way. "There. Fixed. See?"

She nodded, swallowing hard.

"Now, get up."

She stood, her knees wobbling slightly as she adjusted the strap of her purse. He grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into her skin.

"It’s okay." He continued, speaking louder now so the others could hear. "She just gets a little overwhelmed sometimes. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of this."

The man at the end of the aisle nodded, giving her boyfriend a small, understanding smile. The woman pursed her lips and turned away, muttering something about how 'accidents happen'.

"Let’s go." He said through clenched teeth as he started walking toward the exit.

"But-"

"No." His voice was low, but the warning was clear. He smiled tightly at the few remaining onlookers as he dragged her past them.

Her face burned with humiliation, but she kept quiet, her eyes glued to the floor. His grip tightened when her feet seemed to disobey her brain, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out.

The automatic doors slid open, and the cool night air rushed over her, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her head. Her boyfriend’s pace didn’t slow, his hand still gripping her skin as he led her toward the parking lot.

Her heart was pounding, her thoughts spiraling into chaos. She felt like a child being scolded, small and powerless, her voice locked somewhere deep inside her throat.

When they reached the car, he finally let go of her arm, shoving her away as if she were a piece of garbage. She stumbled slightly, catching herself against the side of the car, waiting for whatever came next.

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From the other side of their spot in the parking lot, the triplets were parked, their van slightly away from the main entrance. It was Wednesday night, and they were filming their weekly video, the interior of the van alive with yells and laughter.

"... No, seriously, people do that sometimes." Chris said, turning slightly towards Matt while trying to prove his point. "Patches O'Houlihan, he did that."

Matt scoffed, looking at him with an 'are you serious?' look.

"From Dodgeball? The fictional character?" He laughed incredulously, looking at Nick through the rearview, ready for another weird thing to come out of Chris's mouth.

Nick's attention, however, wasn’t on him - or them, for that matter. It was on the world outside. He always had a habit of scanning his surroundings, probably in a way of caring for himself and his brothers.

As Chris kept going, earning a loud groan from Matt, Nick’s eyes caught movement across the parking lot, almost exactly in front of their van. Near one of the parked cars, a couple stood in the golden glow of a streetlamp.

Nick’s stomach twisted. Something about the way the guy loomed over the girl, his gestures sharp and erratic, immediately set off alarm bells. The girl was visibly distressed, her arms crossed over her chest, her posture shrinking with every second.

Without thinking, Nick leaned forward and slapped Chris on the shoulder, interrupting him.

"Nick, what the-" Chris began, turning sharply, his annoyance evident.

"Shut up." Nick hissed, his voice low but firm, cutting through Chris’s protest. He nodded toward the couple. "Look."

Chris frowned but followed Nick’s gaze, his expression shifting from irritation to curiosity and then to concern. Matt, who had been in the middle of adjusting his hoodie, leaned closer to the windshield.

"What’s going on?" Matt asked, his voice quieter now.

Nick didn’t answer, instead reaching for the button to lower his window, easing it down. A faint, angry voice carried into the van, growing clearer as the man’s yelling intensified.

"... do you even understand how embarrassing you are?"

The girl stood frozen, her arms clutching her sides as though trying to hold herself together. Her head was bowed, her hair shielding her face from the world. She didn’t respond, didn’t dare to look up, and that only seemed to fuel his anger.

"What the fuck?" Matt muttered, leaning forward slightly to get a better look, his eyes glued to the scene.

"You think I’m joking?" He snapped, stepping closer to her. "You think I enjoy having every pair of eyes in that store on me because you can’t manage to walk without causing a damn scene?" The man continued, stepping closer to her.

Her response was so soft that it barely reached the triplets’ ears.

"I’m sorry..."

"Sorry?" The man laughed bitterly. "You’re always sorry. You’re sorry when you spill coffee, you’re sorry when you trip over your own feet, and now you’re sorry for knocking over half a shelf like a goddamn child?"

The girl flinched at his words, biting her bottom lip while taking a small - almost imperceptible - step back.

Chris tensed after watching her reaction, his jaw tightening.

"This guy’s a piece of-"

"Chris, shush." Matt snapped, his voice low.

"I told you before, didn’t I? Stop acting like a fool every time we’re out in public. This is for your own good." The man spat.

"I didn’t mean to-" She started, but he cut her off quickly.

"Shut up!" He barked, his voice echoing across the lot. She shrank back, her body trembling. "You know better than to talk back to me." He growled, taking another step closer.

"I wasn’t-"

"Stop talking!" He barked, his voice echoing across the empty lot probably louder than intended. "Every time you open your mouth, you make it worse. Do you even understand that? Or are you too stupid to figure it out?"

Tears accumulated inside her eyeballs, shining below the lights.

"Look, I’ll call an Uber, okay?" Y/N murmured, her voice cracking. "You can go home and calm down. Please."

"Oh, you’ll call an Uber? Sure, let’s waste more of my money on your screw-ups." The man’s laugh was sharp and bitter.

She reached into her purse, her hands shaking as she pulled out her phone, unlocking it and trying to search for tha app, being harshly interrupted when the man snatched the device from her grip with such force that she stumbled.

Chris shifted uncomfortably, his fists clenched on his lap.

"Do we step in?"

"I don't think we should, not right now." Nick whispered.

"Give it back. Please, baby." She asked, her voice weak, trembling.

"Why? So you can text your little friends about what a terrible boyfriend I am?" He sneered, holding the phone high above his head.

Y/N's mouth dropped open, her wet eyes widening as if he had just committed the worst crime.

"Baby, please." She begged, her tears now falling freely, causing her voice to break. "I would never ever do that. I love you so much, you know that, right?"

He ignored her. With a single, violent motion, he hurled the phone to the ground. The sound of glass and plastic shattering against the pavement echoed in the silence.

She recoiled as though the blow had landed on her instead of the device, a squeak involuntarily escaping from her mouth. Her arms wrapped tighter around herself as she stared at the broken pieces. Her whole life, broken.

"Should've had taken that shit from you sooner." The man spat, shaking his head. "Pathetic. Can’t do anything right."

Matt and Nick exchanged horrified glances through the rearview, Chris's face pale by their side.

"P-please, don't leave me here, baby. I love you, I'm so sorry." The girl begged, gluing her hands in a praying gesture in front of her body. "I promise I'll do better."

"I can't even look at your face right now." The man shook his head. "I need some time, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer before storming off to the driver-side of his car, slamming the door and speeding out of the lot, tires screeching against the asphalt.

Y/N stood frozen, her trembling figure illuminated by the lights and the moon.

Chris didn’t think. One second, he was staring at her, and the next, his hand was on the van door handle, yanking it open.

"Chris!" Matt hissed from the driver’s seat. "What are you doing?"

"Chris- what the fuck?!" Nick added, his voice urgent but not loud enough to stop him.

But Chris couldn’t wait. He couldn’t sit there any longer, watching this girl suffer alone.

He bolted from the van, the cool night air hitting him like a slap, but he barely noticed. His long strides carried him across the parking lot, his heart pounding not from his pace but from pure urgency.

"Oh my god, he's crazy!" Matt’s groan echoed from behind him, but it was distant, like background noise.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

The closer he got, the more his stomach churned. Her face was streaked with tears, her cheeks blotchy and raw from crying. But she wasn’t just crying. She was panicking. He could see it in the way her hands trembled uncontrollably, and in the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

Chris slowed as he approached her, not wanting to startle her. She was staring at the exit of the parking lot, her wide, unfocused and tear-filled eyes locked on the gate arm as though it was the only thing anchoring her to the ground.

"Hey." He said softly, his voice gentle but firm.

She flinched, her head snapping up, and her gaze locked on him as she took a step back. For a moment, she looked utterly terrified, and Chris's throat tightened.

He quickly held his hands up, palms out, trying to show her he wasn’t a threat.

"Hey, hey, it’s okay." He said quickly. "I just... I saw what happened, and I wanted to check if you’re okay."

Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, a fresh wave of tears spilled down her cheeks. She shook her head, taking another step back, her back almost hitting the metal post of the streetlight.

"You don’t have to be scared." Chris said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I’m not going to hurt you, I swear. I just want to help."

She looked at him again, her watery eyes studying his face as though trying to figure out if he was lying.

Chris took a cautious step closer, keeping his movements slow.

"You’re shaking." He said gently. "It's freezing out here. Can I... can I give you my hoodie?"

She blinked at him, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Why?" She croaked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Because it’s cold, and you’re upset, and I’d feel better if you weren’t standing out here like this." Chris said honestly, shrugging off his hoodie - ignoring how the hairs on his arm fully stood up with the cold air - and holding it out to her.

She hesitated, her eyes darting from his face to the piece of clothing, then back again.

"It’s okay." Chris reassured her. "You don’t have to take it, but I promise it’s clean. And warm."

After what felt like an eternity, she slowly reached out and took the hoodie from him. Her hands were trembling so much that she almost dropped it, but she managed to pull it to her chest, pressing it against her covered skin.

"Thank you." She mumbled, her voice shaky.

Chris exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

"Of course. What’s your name?" He asked in a soft tone. "I'm Chris."

She blinked her eyes at him, frowning, clearly surprised by the question.

"Y-Y/N." She said hesitantly.

"Y/N." He repeated, offering her a small, reassuring smile. "It’s really nice to meet you... Um, do you want to sit down? You look like you need a second."

She looked around the parking lot again before nodding slowly, and Chris gestured to the curb nearby. He waited until she sat down before taking a seat a few feet away, giving her space but staying close enough that she wouldn’t feel alone.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"I’m fine." She finally said - even though it wasn't what Chris was expecting to hear, her voice cutting through the silence, hoarse and shaky.

Chris tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowing.

"I don’t think you are."

"I am." She insisted, but her voice cracked on the words, betraying her.

Chris turned his face slightly to the side to meet her eyes, curving his upper body, trying to make himself seem less imposing.

"I know you don’t know me. Well, only my name now." He said softly. "But I can tell you’re not fine. And that’s okay. You don’t have to be. Not after that."

She bit her lower lip hard, and for a second, Chris thought she might break down again. But instead, she straightened her spine, her trembling hands wiping at her tear-streaked face.

"It's not as bad as it looked. He was just angry." She said quietly, almost as if she was saying that to herself. "It’s not his fault. I... I messed up."

Chris’s heart sank at her words.

"You didn’t mess up." He said firmly, his voice laced with conviction.

She shook her head, her hands gripping the fabric of his hoodie tightly.

"I did. I dropped something, broke it, actually. It was stupid, and it drew attention to us, and... and he doesn’t like that. He was just trying to make me understand."

Chris stared at her, his chest tightening painfully.

"That’s not okay." He said softly. "No one should treat you like that, no matter what happened."

"You don’t understand." She said, her voice rising slightly as she hugged herself tighter. "He just... he gets frustrated sometimes, but it’s because he cares. He doesn’t mean to be mean."

Chris’s jaw clenched, a mix of anger and sadness boiling inside him.

"Love isn’t supposed to be like that, Y/N." He said gently. "It’s not supposed to hurt you and leave you standing in a parking lot crying, shaking, and alone."

Her eyes filled with fresh tears again, and she looked away, staring at the ground as if she couldn’t bear to meet his gaze.

"You don’t know him." She whispered, shaking her head vehemently.

Chris wanted to scream, to grab her shoulders, and shake her until she understood that what she was describing wasn’t love. It was control, manipulation, and abuse. But even though he had never helped a victim of a toxic and abusive relationship before, he knew he should keep his voice calm, so he did it, maintaining his tone soft and steady.

"You’re right." He said. "I don’t know him. But I know what I saw, and I can only imagine what it feels like to have someone make you think you’re the problem when you’re not."

Her head whipped toward him, her eyes narrowing.

"You don’t know anything about me."

Chris held up his hands.

"You’re right again. I don’t. But I’m not here to judge you. I’m here because I want to help. No strings, no expectations. Just... let me help. I can't leave you alone here for the rest of the night."

She shook her head again, her hands trembling as she brushed her hair out of her face.

"I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this. It isn't fair to him. He’d be so heartbroken if he knew."

Chris watched her for a second too long.

"But you deserve to talk to someone." He finally said. "You deserve to feel safe."

"I am safe!" She snapped, her voice ringing out in the empty parking lot. The declaration sounded hollow, as if she was trying to convince herself more than him.

Chris took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second.

"I just want to help you." He said, his tone pleading. "Do you have someone you can call? A family member, a friend? You can use my phone-"

Her reaction was immediate and panicked. She shook her head furiously, her eyes wide with fear as her body tightened, seeming ready to stand up and run.

"No! No, I can’t call anyone."

"Why not?" Chris asked gently, though his heart was racing, his eyes traveling quickly to his car where his brothers were before going back to Y/N. "They’d want to help you, just like I do."

"I said no!" She cried, her voice cracking. Her breathing was shallow and quick now, teetering on the edge of hyperventilation. "You don’t understand. I can’t just call someone. And you... you need to go. God, you shouldn’t even be here."

Chris frowned, his brows knitting together.

"Please, I’m just trying to-"

"You don’t get it." She interrupted, her voice hushed but frantic. She glanced around the parking lot as though expecting her boyfriend to be there somewhere, watching them. "He’s going to come back. And if he sees you here, if he thinks... you need to leave. Now."

Chris’s stomach dropped at the sheer terror in her voice.

"Y/N, he won't hurt you in any type of way while I'm here with you. I can promise you that." He moved a bit closer again, careful not to make any sudden movement. "Let me do something for you. Anything, please."

"You can’t." She whispered, her voice barely audible. "No one can. Please, just go. He’s going to be here soon, and I-I can’t let him see you."

She was holding onto that story like it was a lifeline, but the way her hands trembled and her breath hitched betrayed her doubt.

"What if he doesn’t?" Chris asked gently. "What if he’s not coming back tonight?"

Her face fell for a brief moment before she quickly masked it, straightening up.

"He will." She said, though there was no conviction in her tone. "He always does."

Chris nodded, looking around dismissively.

"Okay. Maybe he will. But just in case... maybe you could let me help you. You don’t have to trust me, I get that. I'm a stranger. But let me offer you something. A safe place to wait."

"I don’t have anywhere to go." She admitted, her voice so quiet it was almost lost in the night air. "Just our house. And I don't think I should go back there now."

Chris’s heart twisted at her words and how uncertain they sound, but he kept his expression neutral, careful not to show pity.

"Okay." He said softly. "Then maybe you can just... talk to me. You don’t have to get in my car. We can sit out here. I’ll stay right here in the open where you can see me."

She hesitated, her eyes darting to the ground.

"Why do you care so much?"

Chris crossed his legs above the pavement, relaxing his posture further.

"Because I know what it’s like to feel like you’re on your own." He said simply. "And because I don’t think anyone should have to go through something like this alone. You don’t deserve that."

She hesitated, her gaze watching her hands above her thighs.

"I won’t call the police unless you want me to." Chris added. "I won’t push you to do anything you don't want to do. But you don’t have to deal with this alone."

Her lip quivered, and she closed her eyes tightly, her voice barely a whisper.

"I don’t even know what I’d do."

Chris’s heart ached for her, but he kept his tone steady.

"How about this." He said. "I’ll stay with you until you figure that out. If you want, I can take you to a hotel, or I can help you find somewhere else to stay for the night. But whatever you decide, I’m not going to leave you here."

She was silent for a long time, her shoulders rising and falling with each shaky breath. Finally, she nodded, just once.

"Okay." She said.

Chris exhaled slowly, relief washing over him.

"Okay." He echoed.

For the first time that night, she looked at him fully, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and cautious hope.

He opened his widest smile in response, leaning back slightly with his palms against the curb behind his back and glancing up at the sky.

"You know." He started, his tone casual. "This isn’t exactly the way I imagined spending my Wednesday night."

Her eyes scanned his face carefully, frowning, feeling like she was the one to destroy his day - or night.

"What do you mean?" She asked hesitantly, her voice hoarse.

Chris shrugged, being careful not to mention his career. He didn't want to overwhelm her.

"Well, usually on Wednesdays, I’m sitting in my van with my brothers, arguing over who gets to pick the fast-food spot. We’re probably debating something ridiculous, too."

That earned him the smallest, almost imperceptible twitch of her lips. It wasn’t quite a smile, but it was something. It encouraged Chris to continue.

"My brothers are idiots, by the way." He said, his tone light. "Don’t tell them I said that, though. They'll get big heads thinking I actually pay attention to their nonsense."

Her brow rose slightly, curiosity tugging at the edges of her expression, her body instinctively leaning towards him.

"What are they like?"

Chris chuckled, throwing his head to the side, laying his cheek against his shoulder and looking at her eyes.

"They're amazing. Weird, but amazing. They're so funny in their individual way, always making me laugh so hard that sometimes I feel like I could pass out."

This time, she let out a soft, breathy laugh, and Chris felt a flicker of warmth in his chest. It was small, but it was progress.

"You’re close with them?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah." Chris said, nodding. "It’s hard not to be when you all live and do everything together. But they’re good guys. Annoying as hell, but good."

She looked down at her hands, her fingers fidgeting with the frayed edge of his hoodie sleeve.

"Must be nice." She murmured.

Chris’s smile faltered for a moment, but he recovered quickly.

"It is." He admitted. "But, you know, we fight sometimes. Like, really fight. Last week, Matt threw a punch at me because I wouldn’t stop talking during his game."

Her lips twitched again, and this time, it was a small, shy smile.

"What were you saying?" She asked, her voice soft but carrying a hint of amusement.

"Oh, some random shit. Can’t even remember now. Probably something embarrassing, knowing me." Chris grinned. "Matt said I was ruining his concentration, but honestly, I think he just doesn’t appreciate my brain work."

She shook her head slightly, her smile lingering.

"You’re ridiculous." She said softly, almost reflexively, but as soon as the words left her mouth, her expression shifted. Her body tensed up, her shoulders pulling in as her eyes darted to him in alarm. "I didn’t mean-"

"Guilty as charged." Chris smoothly interrupted her, opening a smirk while looking at her, trying to express through his eyes that it was okay. "But, hey, if ridiculous is what it takes to make you laugh, then I’m all in."

Her looked down again at the pavement, scraping her shoes over the small rocks.

"Thanks." She said quietly.

"For what?" Chris asked, his voice gentle.

"For... keeping me company." She said, her gaze fixed on her lap. "I don’t feel... as bad right now."

Chris felt a lump in his throat but pushed it down, keeping his tone light.

"Anytime." He said. "I’ve got a whole arsenal of dumb stories and good jokes if you need them."

She looked at him then, her eyes softer than before.

"You’re really nice." She said, pressing her lips in a fine line.

Chris shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

"I just don’t like seeing people hurt." He said honestly. "And, I don’t know, you seem like someone who deserves a lot better than... all this."

Her eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, Chris thought she might start crying again. Instead, she took a deep breath and nodded.

"Thanks." She said again, her voice steadier this time.

Chris gave her a warm smile.

"No problem. Now, how do you feel about bad puns? Because I’ve got a killer one about a duck and a lawyer."

Her laughter filled the cold night air, causing a large smile to stretch across Chris's lips. He would do everything in his power to help this girl.

© vanteguccir

[univemma]

Wilson Fisk every time Matt fucks him over

[luvs4matt]

KINKTOBER !! DAY TEN , anal plugs

toxic&mean!chris x sensitive&crybaby!reader

“yeah- yeahhh, take that shit” chris growls as the plug slipped into your ass, you whined at the stretch. “look at how tight that little fuckin’ hole is” he chuckled “wish i was replacin’ that damn plug—fuckin’ you right in your ass” you moaned at the thought, pushing your hips back.

“needy whore, hm?” he knew how much being called a whore hurt your feelings, but that’s why he did it, he wanted you to feel bad—he wanted you to feel like a fuck toy and nothing else. “s.. stop!” your eyes shed tears.

he slaps your ass harshly “stop what? treatin’ you like a slut?” he spits, you mumble into the pillow “b-bein’ mean..” suddenly, you felt a couple of his fingers entering your pussy, curling and un-curling his fingers repeatedly. “yeah? m’ bein’ mean? cause to me, i seem to be pretty fuckin’ nice t’ya little damn body.” the plug only added onto the feeling

you cried out, the intense pleasure already building up inside of you. “fuuck- always cum so quickly” he starts laughing at you—humiliating you “all it takes is to call you a cum eating slut and you are falling apart for me” you moaned as you fell over the edge, not even realizing that you didn’t ask for permission.

he pulled his fingers out, leaving only the plug left in your ass. you lied there, catching your breath until chris flips you over in one swift motion, making you lie on your back. just then when you look into his eyes, seeing his clenched jaw, had you realized what you’d done. “c.. chrissy.. i-“ he shoves the same fingers that were inside of you, into your mouth “shut the fuck up.. just shut the fuck up”

© LUVS4MATT

a/n - ik this is short but i wanted to get it out in time and it is only 45 minutes till midnight, sorry these have been coming out so late 😭😭 no taglist for this post!

[firehart9]

Matt and Heather sleeping together wasn’t the most romantic scene in the episode and it’s not even close

[missmimii]

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌 | 𝐂－𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. 18+, Toxic!chris, fem!reader/sub!reader, smut, language, dirty talk, degradation, teasing, detailed intercourse

Soft gasps and whimpers elicited her mouth, the pornographic sounds accompanied with a subtle sound of skin slapping together. “－oh fuck,” Chris’s length pumped in and out of her at a languid pace, the occasional grunt fanning over her pulse as she squeezed her thighs around his waist. “Chris－I’m－I’m sorry－” Fuck.

Her eyes rolled back with a guttural moan as he buried himself in her to the hilt, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix in a bruising thrust as she struggled under his stronger stature. “Shut up.” The triplet’s arms placed on either side of the girl’s head, veins showing just a little more prominently every time he’d shove his cock in her further.

With his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, Chris pulled out just enough for the tip of his aching cock to be rubbing between the dip of her pussy. He heard her sigh of relief and wanted to laugh. did she think she was done already? Slowly pulling out, Chris took just then before drilling his dripping length into her tight, overstimulated cunt at an ungodly pace.

How many was she at? Four? “－Ah! Fuck－Chris!” His head dipped down as she bared her neck unintentionally, placing his lips against the mantra of her pulse as she sobbed out. “I saw you,” he grunted out, teeth gnashing together angrily as he brought a hand to her jaw. “-looking at the pictures. I thought you deleted them?” Chris’s hand cupped her jaw roughly, twisting her chin up so she met his eyes as he pounded into her. “Am I not good enough for you?”

Choked mewls escaped the girls parted lips as her eyes rolled back into her skull, the pain from his violent thrusts igniting a fiery pleasure in her core. Her eyes fluttered open despite the heaviness they felt as she felt the male slip two fingers between her parted lips, his middle and ring finger slowly sliding across her tongue as she breathlessly panted around the digits.

“Tell me,” She gagged softly, tears burning her eyes as drew his fingers further down her throat. “what is it about him that you just can’t get enough of?” Chris seethed, rocking his hips forward at a languid yet harsh pace as his hair fell atop his furrowed eyebrows. “Huh?” She babbled breathlessly around his fingers, speech slurred with the invasion as tears dribbled from her eyes.

Slipping the fingers from her wet mouth, he used the same hand to softly pat her cheek. “Nothin’?” The blue of his eyes burned into the side of her face as she turned her head away, chest moving up and down rapidly as she avoided his domineering gaze. “Fuck!” Chris groaned as he heard the girl’s breath hitch, sobbing out his pelvis grazing her ass as he rammed into her roughly. “Maybe you just need some help remembering,” he grunted.

Her neck ached as she threw her head back, a breathless scream escaping her lungs as he slammed into her with brutal action. “I’m not as strong as him,” thrust. “I’m not as big as him,” thrust, “and fuck, I’m not nearly as nice as him.” Chris chuckled hoarsely next to her ear, lowering his voice into a low whisper as his teeth grazed her jaw. “But I can promise you, Matt could never fuck you like I can.”

Her stomach knotted at his words, small moans and whimpers leaving her mouth as tears poured. She knew a sick part of her enjoyed this side of Chris, so maybe when he was behind her cooking as she sat on the couch, she decided to look back at a few pictures of her and her ex. Just to get a little rise out of him. “－I’m－I’m sorry.” She choked out, stomach clenching.

“I know you are, and now you’ll have to show me.”

୨ৎ－ @fratbrochrisgf @jetaimevous @sturniolosarethebest @stonermattsgf @imwetforyourmom @st7rnioioss @endereies @pkfferoo @mqttittude @mattsbrowser @conspiracy-ash

[ur-local-wizard]

I love the way you write baby, can you honour me with this prompt idea: Mattheo Riddle loses a Quidditch match against his biggest rival, and his anger boils over. Dragging his girlfriend into the locker room, he takes out his frustration on her in a heated, rough moment of intimacy. Afterward, he leaves her shaken to vent elsewhere, but when he returns, he finds her being comforted by his rival. Jealousy and fury take over as he drags her away, scolding her and accusing her of betrayal—though beneath his anger is a fear he’s not ready to admit: that he might’ve pushed her too far this time.

Losing Game

tysm for the request babes!! this was sooo creative! hope you enjoy, it was my first time writing angst 🤭

mattheo riddle x fem!reader, extremely toxic behavior, mentions of sex, characters are of age, i think that's it

w/c: 1106

nav masterlist

a/n: if there are any tags I missed, pls pls pls let me know!! also, I wasn't sure if i should label it nsfw in my masterlist or not, so if you think it should be tell me and I'll change it!

Angry sex with Mattheo was something you were used to, especially after he lost a quidditch game. Everyone knew he had a temper, and even as his girlfriend, you were not immune to it. But he’s never been so hurtful. Not like this. 

The physical part of it was good, as per usual, but his words struck a deeper chord than normal. The names he called you, the blatant disregard for your feelings, the way his touch felt oppressive instead of loving – it was strange, and honestly overwhelming. 

So that’s how you got here, curled up in the fetal position just outside the quidditch locker room. You barely noticed the muffled sound of footsteps approaching you on the grass. Blinking back more tears, you look up, not expecting to see the Gryffindor Cormac McLaggen of all people. He was one of many on the long list of people Mattheo hated most, and you knew that if your boyfriend saw him of all people in his current tempered state, someone would end up in the hospital wing. 

“You okay?” Cormac asked, crouching in front of you. His tone was softer than you would expect, laced with nothing short of concern and pity. He reached out, and you flinched as his hand brushed your arm. “You’re freezing. Come, let’s get you inside. I don’t want you to contract hypothermia.” 

The warmth of his hand sent a wave of guilt through you, and the combination of your confusion and his touch made you flinch away. He’s right – it’s so cold your fingers are going numb. You weren’t sure if it was the weight of your emotions, your exhaustion, or the sheer cold, but you felt your defenses crumble, allowing him to pull you up and off the ground.

Then the locker room door opened. 

Out walked Mattheo, his presence looming over you like a shadow. His hair was disheveled, his jaw set like stone. His gaze flicked between you and Cormac, his eyes burning with fury. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” He snapped, his voice low and full of nothing but rage and resentment. You opened your mouth to speak, but he roughly grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his side, effectively cutting you off. Your stomach churned, and the emotions swirling inside your gut made you want to puke. 

“You think this is okay?” He scolded you, his gaze narrowing into a glare. “The hell are you doing with this piece of shit?” He motioned to Cormac, scoffing. “And you, what are you doing with my girlfriend?” 

“Mattheo, stop-” Your voice trembled as you began to talk, but the bitter laugh that escaped his lips cut you off. 

  “Don’t even try to explain,” he sneered, his grip so tightening so much it may leave a bruise. His expression was still angry, but something seemed off. Beneath the anger in his eyes, you saw a flicker of something else – something raw. Afraid, maybe. “I leave for five fucking minutes and come back to find you cozying up with Cormac fucking McLaggen.” 

His words hit harder than expected, making the nausea in your stomach only grow stronger. “You’re being ridiculous,” you said, voice quiet but filled with hurt. You pressed your lips together and fought the urge to cry again. 

“Ridiculous? You don’t get to decide that after this little stunt you just pulled.” 

Cormac crossed his arms over his chest, his expression solemn. “Maybe if you treated her better and paid attention to her obvious distress, she wouldn’t be crying out here in the cold,” he retorted. 

The room seemed to freeze at his words. Mattheo’s head snapped toward Cormac, his eyes dark and burning. The tension in the air was suffocating, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Mattheo hissed.

“I know enough,” Cormac shot back, unwavering. “I know she shouldn’t be out here like this. She could get sick!”  

Mattheo’s jaw clenched so hard it looked like his teeth could grind together into dust. For a moment, it looked like he was going to punch Cormac – he certainly wanted to – and the suspense made you even dizzier than before. But instead, he turned his glare back to you. “Get up. Let’s go.” It wasn’t a question, and you could tell by the tone of his voice it was more of an ultimatum. Stay here, and you would lose him. 

You hesitated, jaw opening and closing, unsure what to say. You didn’t want to fight. Not again. Not when your body already ached from more than just the physicality of what had just conspired in the locker room. So, even after all the hurt he’s caused, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. He just looked so betrayed, so afraid. 

“Okay,” you conceded, voice barely a whisper. Cormac scoffed, but you didn’t dare look his way as your boyfriend grabbed your wrist again and led you away, his footsteps crushing the grass beneath his feet. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm – as if he was afraid that if he let go, you’d disappear. 

The journey was silent as he dragged you to an empty corridor. The moment the two of you were alone, he spun to face you, his chest rising and falling rapidly with labored breaths. 

“Don’t ever do that again,” he said. 

“Do what?” You asked, brows furrowing.

His fingers twitched at his sides, as if he was fighting the urge to reach for you. “Sitting with him. Letting him touch you. Letting him look at you like – like that.”

You stared at him, disbelief bubbling up past the lingering hurt. “Mattheo, do you even hear yourself? I was sitting there because of you. Because of what you did.”

He looked shocked, but that quickly faded as he realized what you were talking about. He lowered his eyes to the ground, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed his shame. He looked like he wanted to argue, to push back like he always did in situations like this, but something in his expression told you he knew he would finally lose you if he did. For the first time, he looked unsure. 

“Do you even care that you hurt me?” You asked, voice softer now, but still full of lingering hurt. In response, his whole body tensed. A long silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. Then, barely above a whisper, so low you almost missed it, he muttered, “I do.”

It wasn’t an apology – not yet. But you knew it was as close as you were going to get for now. 

Ty again for this request!! I had sm fun writing it! Sorry it took me so long to write, life and school is insane rn

taglist: @mattyriddlesbitch @sturniolover13 @thereeallink @voidangxls

©ur-local-wizard translating, republishing, copying, or claiming my work as yours is not permitted. all my work belongs to me and me only. thank you!

[cvnntagious]

:: toxic!chris can't help but mess with innocent!reader

when chris had come home from a party, clearly intoxicated as he stumbled through the front door of your apartment, you knew you wanted nothing to do with him for the night. all he ever did when he was drunk was hurt you. and when he practically fell onto you, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame, you tried to push him off... it was no use.

his hands traveled down your back, moving to cup both of your asscheeks with his large hands and pull you into him. you'd put up a feeble fight, truthfully, feeling like it were nearly impossible to resist him. "chris," you warned, voice barely above a whisper as your eyes stayed trained on his chest.

"what, ma?" he slurred, sloppily reaching up and pinching your chin to force your head up. the smell of alcohol on his breath was strong enough to burn the hairs in your nostrils, making it hard to hold back the gag threatening to leave your throat.

your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, struggling to find the right words. what you wanted to say was that you didn't like his drunk version— that you wanted him to go back to his apartment.

even more so, you wanted to tell him you'd seen his friend's instagram story. the way he was shamelessly snuggled against some blonde on the couch in the various pictures that were taken.

chris's eyes were red; possibly just because he was tired, but more likely because he'd been smoking. he smirked, knowing exactly what you wanted to say to him. he always knew when you wanted to scream at him, call him names for treating you like garbage. he also knew that you never did. you never did.

realizing you weren't going to say anything, he let go of you with a loud exhale. "what, there somethin' y'wanna tell me?" he asked, plopping down onto your couch to lean his head back with closed eyes.

you pursed your lips at his comment, french tips clacking against each other while you fidgeted before him. "trust me, i didn't fuck her, baby," he said with an angering nonchalance before opening his eyes just enough to get a good look at the cute little outfit you still had on ('cause you'd been restless while he was gone).

an 'oh,' was all you managed to sqeak out, unsure if you were more flustered by the way he was so sure you were going to accuse him of cheating, or by the way he'd so easily said such vulgar words.

he rolled his eyes, clearly unamused with how you were reacting to him. he needed to rile you up. without that, he'd be dissatisfied with how his whole night had gone. "dammit, but maybe i should've," he said, his tone more aggressive than just a few moments prior, "i got all this at home, and she ain't even wanna so much as touch me."

"you're just drunk..." your brows furrowed, finding it increasingly hard to maintain composure with each passing second. you weren't even sure if you'd said that to calm him, or for your own peace of mind.

his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you to stand between his legs. "don't act like ya don't even fuck with me then, babe," he looked up at you, submissive in nature, like he was somehow pleading to you, "you know i need you."

tone as smooth as ever when he wrapped his fingers around your waist to pull you onto his lap.

w/c : 594

[mattsnight]

ex!matt x reader - it happened ✧₊⁺

You find yourself tangled in Matt's sheets. He looks down at you, his lips smashed against yours as he pushes himself into your tight hole. His hands hold a tight grip on your thighs as he pulls you closer, thrusting deeper. "Damn it," he whispers, his voice hoarse.

You had been partying all night. I mean.. it’s the 26th of december and you’re very much alone, so it’s okay, right? You had been drinking a lot too, which wasn’t exactly what you had planned. The alcohol is streaming through your veins at this point and it’s making you lose control. That’s pretty much how you ended up in bed with your ex boyfriend Matt.

You quickly put the thoughts aside as Matt starts to thrusts faster and harder. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He leans down and captures your lips in a rough, demanding kiss. “Oh matt!” You cry out as you get closer and closer to the edge.

He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His arms wrap around your legs, pulling them up around his waist, opening you up to him even more. “Shit you’re so tight.. fuckin’ missed this.” He manages to say.

His name is a scream on your lips as he pounds into you relentlessly, his hips slapping against your ass. The sound echoes through his room, mixed with his own grunt of effort and pleasure. Then, he buries his face in your shoulder, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh as he loses control. “Fuck.. gonna cum.”

He digs his fingers into your hips as he keeps grinding against you, hitting that perfect spot inside - the one that makes you lose all coherent thought. He growls against your neck, his pace erratic now. "Cum with me, baby... let me feel you,"

“Oh god matt.. yes fuck!”

You wake up, noticing Matt beside you, who is sound asleep —lying on his back with his mouth slightly open. You can hear his slow, steady breaths, and the occasional light snore. The room was fairly dark, thanks to the blinds being drawn shut tight, but you could still make out the details. It was...not messy, necessarily, but definitely cluttered. There were piles of clothes at some places, and a few dirty dishes on the desk.

Your eyes fall back to Matt lying next to you, his messy brown hair falling across his forehead. He slowly stirs, shifting a little as his eyes flutter open. He sees you awake, staring at him, and he stretches. He turns to look at you, a faint grin forming on his lips. "Mornin'," he murmurs, his voice raspy.

“Don’t ‘morning’ me, what am i doing here?!”

Matt props himself onto his elbows and lets out another yawn. He gives an amused chuckle, clearly enjoying how out of the loop you are. He gives you a smirk, looking at you like he's in a playful mood. "Well, let me see," he teases, "we had a few drinks and we definitely had sex.. and that’s really how it went."

“What?” You ask, clearly confused. He grins at your reaction, loving how confused you are. He moves to sit up, leaning against the headboard. He pulls the covers over his lap slightly. "You heard me," he says in a matter-of-fact tone, "we had sex and you seemed to love it."

“This shouldn’t have happened.” You groan, putting your hands in your hair. "Why not?" he asks. He leans back against the headboard, his gaze on you intently. He pats the spot next to him, seemingly suggesting you sit down. You don’t listen to him. “You know damn well that we broke up for a reason.”

Matt shrugs, feigning indifference, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes. He glances at the empty space next to him again, patting it in a gesture for you to join him. “And you know damn well you wanted this, y/n.”

“I didn’t! I was drunk and completely out of it!” You yell back. Frustration streams through your body. “Im leaving and don’t try to contact me in any way.” You get back into your clothes before exiting the room, not looking back.

merry christmas everybody!! ❤️

[ecstasturns]

I can’t promise that i’ll be good to ya ‘cause i have some issues

“shit, mama.” he growls, fingers pulling apart your glistening folds. sucking in a cold breath between his bared teeth, chris shakes his head.

laying on your back, you follow his face as it lowers between your spread legs. “she never been touched before, hm? never been pleased?” he teases, knowing this is you’re first time.

and you know it most definitely is not his.

“chris… please-”

“yeah yeah baby. but I can’t promise I’ll be good to ya.” he winks, coating his lips in a thin layer of saliva with his tongue before diving into your pussy.

you whimper, clenching your thighs around his face. “m’sorry.” you make out the word between whines.

“don’t be. fuckin’ love it.” he rolls your bud between his incisors, melting your innocence away with you as your back arches off the sheets.

you feel the built-up tightness shatter, toes curling to keep you still. chris keeps eating away at you, tasting every inch, every corner. he’s too far in to hold himself back.

“chr-chris… slow down.”

he grunts, encouraging you with his sickeningly sweet words, ultimately pulling you through until you feel that sensation again. except this time it’s not as weird, not so much as it is amazing.

“yeahhh. let her go, baby.”

by the time you open your eyes again, chris is already by your bedroom door, throwing on his jacket. he was never the type to stay. you could only hope he’d be back again soon.

next time, you’d be ready for more.

𐔌 file.an — part 2 ?? is chris gonna leave again, or is he willing to spend one night in your bed ? even if it eats him from the inside out.

© ecstasturns

[humpster35]

The Summer I Met You

Toxic!Bf Matt x Soft!Blackgirl Reader

Part Two

|Contains: cheating, manipulation, slight physical abuse, alcohol and unprotected sex

The walk to the beach felt calming. I watched as the people passing by me all looked so consumed in their own thoughts. I wondered what they were thinking about? Did they feel this emotional after a comment? Do they love the ocean as much as I do?

After exhaling in and out, I finally reached my destination. It felt cold but in a way that made me feel at home. Growing up, back at home there wasn’t an ocean around or not too many beaches. But here…I feel so free. My body is laying in the sand, becoming one with it while the air blowing on my skin mimics my breathing. This is what I came here for, not him. I shouldn’t have slapped him.

In my head I knew what he said was wrong, but he had also been clearly drinking. Fuck. My conscious is guilty. Maybe if I had just ignored him i’d be in Chris’s room now. All you do is run away Y/n. It’s all you’ve known. You even ran away from your hometown. For what?

Sitting up, I looked straight ahead into the dark clouds. Everything was so blue, so deep. I wanted nothing more than to escape there. But I couldn’t, because this was reality and dreams don’t come true. I’m suddenly pulled out of my thoughts when I feel someone fall onto me.

“Hey-.” I started to say but then noticed how attractive the guy laying across my lap was.

“Shit. Sorry bout that.” He stood up and dusted off his blue shorts. He had brown hair, tan skin and the most gorgeous brown eyes i’ve ever seen.

I watch as he sticks his left hand out to greet me.

“Names Hamzah. I didn’t mean to fall on you.” He smiled showing all his teeth. The backwards hat on his head made some of his curls peak out as I took his hand and shook it.

“I’m Y/n. Also you’re fine, I was just uhm.” I looked straight ahead again as the wind blew in my curls.

Hamzah stuck his head forward and looked to where I was looking before looking back at me.

“You were what?”

Realizing how I zoned out I quickly composed myself and shook my head smiling.

“Nothing. Sorry-. I’m just here for the beach.”

“The beach? This your first time?” Hamzah picked up a volleyball that landed in the sand next to us. He only needed one hand to hold it. The bracelets around his wrist made me interested.

“What’s that?” I pointed to his wrist.

Hamzah looked down and smiled. He then brought his wrist up giving me permission to hold it.

“This.” He pointed to a beige colored bracelet that had the word “Martin.” written on it.

“This is a gift my friend gave me.Yea he’s an idiot sometimes and it was for a video.”

I nodded and then let go of his wrist. Oh so must be a youtuber also. I wouldn’t have known of him anyways, Nick told me that I should only watch their videos. But I never got around to it, due to working three jobs to save up money. Nick was the one who paid for my flight out here. I really am grateful for him.

“Oh it’s really cool.”

I sat back down and Hamzah sat next to me.

“Aren’t you gonna go finish the game?” I chuckled.

Hamzah smiled and threw the ball behind him.

“Nah. I think I wanna stare at this view a little longer.” I watched his eyes stare deep into mine. My heart was racing and I nodded.

“Yea I love the ocean too.” I spoke quietly now as the sky got even more darker, making only the street lights visible.

Hamzah stared at Y/n and observed the way her hair blew in the wind, the way her eyes steadied only on the chaotic waves and he let out a low laugh.

“Yea. I was talking about the ocean.”

Narrative Pov:

Hamzah grabbed y/n’s hand and pulled her to the ocean. They both shared a laugh as the waves hit the soles of their feet. The wind blowing hard made some water go into Hamzahs eye. As y/n laughed, Hamzah couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. The sky was turning into an intricate pink and purple color, highlighting y/n’s brown skin.

This is what she needed. Y/n needed to get her mind off of anything negative and just enjoy life. Hamzah was helping her do that and for that, she knew she could trust him. She grabbed his body, pulling him closer as a huge wave hit their right side in the background. Hamzah laughed hysterically and every other sound in the world became mute.

After being in the water for ten minutes, the pair walked back to the beach. The pink and purple had disappeared and in came the night sky. Y/n sat next to Hamzah and looked back into the ocean. It was like she was observing the place they had been.

It was a comforting silence between the two as they watched the waves clash into the rocks. The wind blew harder which made Y/n shiver.

“Hey do you want my hoodie?” Hamzah asked while already taking it off.

Y/n looked at him and nodded. She didn’t think anything of it and just thought that he was being nice.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Hamzah smiled softly at her and put an arm around her. Y/n let him and the pair stayed liked this for awhile until Y/n got a text.

unknown number

~where are you?

Y/n Pov:

Who was this? I just bought this phone and only gave my number to Nick. Could it be him? After looking at my phone screen I watched as the number started typing again

unknown number is typing……..

~look just tell me where you are. Nick told me to come pick you up

Hamzah looked at me concerned. I awkwardly smiled at him.

“Will you excuse me for a moment?”

I got up, still wearing his hoodie and got ready to call whoever this was.

Phone call:

Y/n~ Hello?

UN~ Yea? Where the hell are you, Nicks worried. I told him what happened

I paused in my tracks hearing Chris’s voice. I had ran away without even telling Nick I was going out. Was he gonna be mad at me? Shit. I better get home now.

Y/n~ Oh fuck. I’m sorry Chris. Yea I just came to the beach and I didn’t mean to slap Matt—.

Chris~ It’s okay. He’s not even mad. What he said was wrong and I should’ve stuck up for you

It got silent for a minute

Chris~ Please come home. Nick misses you

Y/n~ I know and i’m sorry if I made him upset.

Chris~ I…I also miss you

Y/n~…….

Chris~…….

Hamzah stands up and walks next to me. He smiles at me and takes some sand out of my hair. I muttered a quiet “thank you”

Y/n~ Okay well i’m on the way there.

Chris~ It’s dark outside I’ll pick you up-.

Y/n~No no you don’t have to do that

Chris~ How will you get back then?

Hamzah grabbed my phone and held it up to his ear before speaking.

Hamzah~ Hi. I just met Y/n but I can assure you that she will get there safely

Chris~……Who the fuck are you?

Hamzah~ I’m her friend…I think?

Laughing in the background, I nodded at him and then took the phone back.

Y/n~ Chris okay i’ll be there in like 10

Chris~ Okay.

End of Call

Y/n’s PoV

Ohmygod that was so amazing. I never thought that I would meet anyone else besides Nicks friends. But I guess L.A has more to offer than just mopey sad guys and pollution. After saying my goodbyes to Hamzah, because I decided to just walk back, I watched a car pull up.

Thinking nothing of it, I continued walking up the hill almost reaching the docks to head home. I walked about three steps until I hear a car horn blaring.

“Get in the car.”

My body froze. I knew exactly whose voice that was. What was he doing here? How did he even know I would be here? Why was he picking me up and not Chris? Then I remembered I asked Chris not to come get me.

Narrative PoV:

Matt got out of his car and walked to y/n. He noticed she was now wearing a dark blue hoodie that obviously didn’t belong to her. It fit loosely on her small frame. His eyes never left hers and he simply grabbed her by the wrist and started walking with her, back to the car.

Y/n’s PoV:

I stopped walking.

“Wait Matt.”

I watched him turn around. His hand was still holding my wrist in it as delicately as possible. For some reason I thought he would be much rougher with me, but he wasn’t.

“Why did you stop walking?” Matt’s voice was low and he didn’t smell like alcohol anymore. He clearly had showered and got himself ready to come and get me. But why?

“I wanted to say i’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you, that’s not like me.” My voice came out shakily and I anxiously played with the strings of Hamzahs hoodie.

Matt noticed this and scoffed to himself. I felt as he let go of my wrist and run a hand through his brown hair.

“I didn’t even feel it. Now let’s go before Nick starts an amber alert.”

I laughed and nodded. Matt smiled softly at me and we both finished walking to the car. Once inside to my surprise, was a girl with tannish skin and long brown hair. She was beautiful.

Matt looked back at me in the backseat and smirked.

“Oh right. This is Madison. You two havent met right?” His voice was cocky and obnoxious as I watch him pull out a piece of gum from the front of his car. There was a pack of condoms visible also.

Madison smiled softly at me before speaking.

“Hi. It’s nice to meet you. Matt told me he had to pick up Nicks little friend. That must be you right?”

Her eyes shot daggers at me but her tone was soft which left me confused. Sending her a simple nod, Matt started driving home. During the whole car ride, I watched as Matt’s hand would rest on the high part of Madison’s thigh and she would bite her lips at him.

I don’t know why this bothered me so much, but I just turned my attention back outside of the window. The speed at which Matt drove was intoxicating. It’s the perfect amount of slow and fast. I liked whenever he went over a bump, he would let out a low “shit.” This made my body heat up. I had to let these thoughts go though, I glanced back to the couple in front of me and saw Matt’s eyes already looking at me from the mirror.

“Y/n when you get here you go to the room on the right. That’s the room you’ll be staying in.” Matt spoke with authority and clearness. The red light we were at felt like it lasted for an hour. Meanwhile, Madison applied more lipstick and fixed her dress.

“Okay.” I quietly said and felt Matt’s hand rub my knee. He smiled softly at me before turning his attention to Madison and kissing her. While his hand was still on my knee.

Feeling uncomfortable and awkward I try to move Matt’s hand away but he just keeps it there and when Madison moves to kiss his neck he says “good girl.” But he was staring at me the whole time.

“Matt can you guys do that when i’m out of the car?”

Matt rolled his eyes and removed his hand from my knee.

“Don’t be such a prude y/n. Have you never seen someone kiss before?” This causes Madison to giggle and me to blush. I looked down at my lap and thought about Hamzah. Did I wanna kiss him?

Matt noticed this and clenched his jaw. It’s like he knew how to get in my mind. He continued driving until he finally arrived to the apartment.

“We’re here. You can get out now.” Matt blankly spoke as he looked straight ahead.

I didn’t even respond to him, I got out and slammed the door. Hearing Matt’s car pull off I sigh and got ready to open the door.

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part one

[angelyearner]

𓂅 ⊹ . vampire empire (pairing toxic!fratboy!chris x toxic!bambi!reader)

you realized chris was the type of guy who never knew what he wanted. he always chose you then some other random girl. you always thought maybe he just had mental problems, since he did show symptoms. he never came out of his room for long periods of times and sent you concerning messages every now and then, it gave you chills and you’ve had it with the drills.

you tried to be there for him but he would just push you away. you found out he took pills for his problems, which probably wasn’t the best idea since he practically couldn’t go a day without them. you constantly told him to stop since the pills weren’t medically diagnosed. he didn’t give a shit, telling you to mind your own business.

you found yourself one night, staring at your guys’ old pictures. he seemed so happy and sweet, you missed the old chris. he didn’t care about having sex or about his reputation, he just cared for you. now, you check instagram every night just to seem him kissing and practically humping another girl.

you’ve had enough, everyday you felt like ending it and all for what? because of some stupid emotional unintelligent man? so you called chris one night which he surprisingly answered “hey bambi…uh what’s up?” “chris….im done with you, I can’t take it anymore…” there was a long pause “what do you mean bambi? is this because of becky ‘cause i promise i wasn’t with her last night—”

“no chris, im just done with you, i can’t be hung up on you just because im not ready to lose our memories….” “come on bambi y’know your not gonna do that shit—” “i tried chris….i really did, i wanted to be your woman, i wanted to kiss your skin, i wanted to be the one that you could understand but that’ll never happen…”

“what the fuck bambi? you’re talking out your ass now…” “trying to keep our relationship feels like....trying to start a fire with matches in the snow…i can’t find surrender and i can’t keep control…i need to let you go…” “are you goin’ through another suicidal episode ‘cause you sound insane” “says the guy who can’t go a day of his life without some stupid pills!” “oh so now you’re talking about my problems?” “you're literally nothing without those pills chris…we are nothing without your pills…so i just can’t anymore okay?”

“bambi you fucking stupid y’know your gonna come back—” “no im not it’s over chris!” you hung up, maybe you would come back but the pain was so overwhelming…you had to return to your old ways. you opened your drawer which just revealed bandaids and eyebrow razors.

shhh speaking . . . well…..gulp !!

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

british people as little animals again

+ extra slop!! Slop doodles! my todd...Todd hart emoji<3

all I have is scribbles of him but he's the best red 5ever...couldn't care less about tord...TODD???nay MY Todd??? Perf...

He is blatantly evil does not hide his scheme makes it clear from begining..also he like..Jon.only likes Jon because he's EVIL wants to take over the world and maybe use him to do it .that's normal..he's normal

[gwendolynnderolo]

“astrid reaches out and just touches your cheek” “insight check” IS THE MOST HEARTBREAKING SHIT EVER WHAT THE FUCK

[crescentmel]

🗣️ KAREDEVIL NATION WAKE UP ‼️‼️‼️

matt saying karen’s name as soon as he wakes up

matt confirming that karen’s heart was beating for him as well and her not denying it

the forehead kiss !!!! 😭🤍

such small moments but i’m here for all of it :’)