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forbidden love.

introducing… princess!reader

best paired with… bodyguard!matt

21. Playfully challenges Matt in front of others. Observant. Will throw herself into danger if it means protecting someone she loves. hates that she can’t be with matt. daddy issues. loyal. rebellious.

𓍯𓂃diva..speaking : ahhhh I’m so excited for this !! asks and requests are appreciated!!

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how i look at my phone's screen reading angst near someone and having to hold back tears

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giving inexperienced!matt head for the first time . | ( female!r ) wc ?? ( masterlist )

matt's sitting at the edge of the bed, hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles are white. his chest rises and falls in shallow breaths, and he’s trying so hard to keep his cool, but it’s not working.

"you’re shaking," you tease softly, kneeling between his legs, your hands resting lightly on his thighs. pulling his sweats down as you look up at him.

"i’m not," he argues, but his voice wavers, betraying him. he glances down at you, his cheeks flushed, his lips slightly parted as he tries to figure out what to do with himself.

"relax, matt," you murmur, after having pulled his boxers down to his mid thighs, the cold air hitting his skin making him shudder. "just let me take care of you."

his jaw tightens, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he exhales shakily. "i don’t-i mean, i’ve never-"

"i know," you cut in gently, leaning in closer, your breath ghosting over his skin. "just tell me if it’s too much, okay?"

he nods quickly, his hands twitching against the sheets, unsure where to put them. the tension in his body is almost palpable, but when your lips press against his skin, soft and warm, his whole body jolts like he’s been shocked.

"oh, fuck," he breathes out, his head falling back as his grip on the bed tightens.

you smile against him, your movements slow and deliberate, giving him time to adjust. his reactions are unfiltered- every gasp, every shaky exhale, every quiet whimper spills out of him like he can’t hold them back.

"you’re so sensitive," you murmur, looking up at him. his face is a picture of vulnerability: eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed, his lips parted as soft, broken moans escape.

"i can’t-" he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper, his hips shifting involuntarily. "it’s, oh god, too much—"

but he doesn’t stop you. he doesn’t pull away. instead, his hands leave the sheets and find your hair, trembling fingers threading through it, unsure if he’s guiding you closer or holding on for dear life.

"you’re doing so good," you reassure him, your voice steady and calm, even as his breaths grow more erratic.

he lets out a choked moan, his thighs trembling under your touch. "i can’t—i’m gonna—"

you don’t stop, your pace steady, hands and lips wrapped around his length, coaxing him toward the edge. his whole body tenses, his hands tightening in your hair as his voice breaks into a desperate, breathy whimper. his hips involuntarily bucking up, in rythm with each movement of your hands.

when he finally lets go, it’s like every ounce of tension leaves him at once. his body goes slack, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, his head lolling forward to look at you through half-lidded eyes.

"holy shit," he murmurs, voice shaky, a dazed, almost shy smile creeping onto his flushed face.

💬 : credits to whoever did this idea first ,, i can't find it rn !!

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ok yeah so it's actually ridiculous how sexy he is bye

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I’m gonna cum everywhere

He’s literally so….ARGHSHSBSBBS

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LAST NIGHT - M.S.

A/N: first fic! Omg I'm so happy to share this! I hope y'all enjoy this one!

Warning: death, angst, I think that's all

Not proofred!

--- Y/N's POV ---

It’s 6:59 PM, and I’m walking into a club. A little early, I know — but you can’t really blame me. I cough into my hand as the sharp scent of alcohol hits me like a truck. The place isn’t alive yet, but a few people are already scattered around, nursing their drinks and waiting for the night to begin.

I’ve convinced myself I’m going out tonight. No backing down... not that I really can. A week ago, they told me I only had one week to live.

And today... today is the last day.

---

7:00 PM.

The clock on the wall flips to 7:00, and my chest tightens. I don’t know if it’s this tight top cutting off my circulation or something deeper.

Everything feels off — like I’m floating outside my own body, watching someone else live my life. None of this feels real.

I wander the club, heels clicking against the floor, until my eyes land on a man sitting alone.

He’s strange-looking — not in a bad way. Attractive, even. But there’s something about him that feels... unraveling.

I adjust my tight black leather skirt as I walk toward him. Normally, I don’t dress up. But tonight... I kind of have to.

He’s surrounded by empty bottles, and judging by his slumped posture, he’s been drinking for a while.

I open my mouth to speak —

“He—”

“Go away,” he cuts me off sharply, voice flat.

Not exactly a "talk to me" tone.

Who the hell does he think he is? But since it is my last day on Earth... I decide to be a little menace.

My lips tug into a smirk.

“Day drinking, huh?”

“Day drinking? It’s fucking 7:05 PM.”

I grin wider. “Didn’t think you were gonna talk to me, Mr. Grumpy.”

He groans — it’s sharp, but weak at the edges. Tired.

Silence falls between us. Ten seconds pass before I sit beside him like I belong there.

I scan the crowd. The club’s still relatively tame, but the bitter smell of liquor clings to the air.

“What do you want?” he asks suddenly, snapping me out of my people-watching.

I turn to him, studying his face.

His eyes are impossibly blue — the kind that pull you in. But they’re ringed with dark circles, and his skin looks pale under the low lights.

He looks exhausted.

“What do you want?” he repeats, more impatient now.

I cough — louder this time. He notices.

“You know you really shouldn’t be here,” he mutters. That same voice — weak, but not soft. Like a storm he’s trying to keep inside.

I grin at him. “You seem really concerned.”

“I don’t care. Do whatever you want with your life. Just leave me alone.”

---

7:30 PM.

It’s been half an hour since I sat down next to him. He still hasn’t said much.

I glance at his outfit again — plain white button-down, creased and slightly damp from sweat and spilled whiskey. The collar is askew, like he stopped caring halfway through the day. Or halfway through life.

“You look incredibly sad,” I say, folding one leg over the other, letting my heel dangle off the tip of my toe like I don’t notice how bold I’m being.

He scoffs, takes a long breath. Doesn’t meet my gaze.

“Do you always talk this much?”

“Nope,” I pop, “just when I’m around people who look like they need saving.”

He shoots me a glare — the kind meant to cut. But the edges are dull. There's something in it that almost feels… curious.

“And what makes you think you’re the savior in this situation?”

I shrug, leaning in slightly, a ghost of a smirk tugging at my lips. “Because between the two of us, I’m the one still standing.”

He glances at the empty glass I took from him earlier, eyes narrowing. “You're annoying.”

“And you’re not nearly as scary as you pretend to be.”

He laughs — bitter, sharp — and then it softens. Just a little.

There’s a pause. A shift. Like the air decides to press closer.

“You wanna play a game?” I ask.

He raises a brow. “What kind of game?”

“A stupid one. Since, you know…” I trail off. I don’t say since I’m dying tonight, but it hangs there between us like invisible ink we’re both pretending not to read.

I smile, more playfully this time. “Let’s see who can make the other fall in love first before sunrise.”

He stares at me, like I’ve said the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“You think love is something you can win?”

“No,” I whisper, “but it’s something you can fake. And I want to see who fakes it better.”

He studies me — eyes lingering too long. “You’re messed up.”

“And you’re intrigued.”

His lip twitches. The tiniest crack in the armor.

“Fine. You’re on.”

---

8:00 PM

The club is louder now. Bodies are moving, the lights pulsing in time with the bass. Everything feels warmer — hazy in that almost-too-much kind of way.

He’s dancing.

Matt — I finally got his name in between shots and half-laughed insults — stands across from me, smirking as the music swells. His sleeves are rolled up, collar loosened, and there’s a dangerous sort of charm to the way he moves. Confident but chaotic.

I laugh at something he muttered in my ear — something about me being a menace with a god complex — and slide my hands up his chest, fingers playing with the edges of his collar.

“You’re getting soft on me,” I tease.

“Please,” he says, brushing his fingers along my waist like he’s barely touching me. “If I’m getting soft, you’re the one making it happen.”

My breath hitches — just slightly — but I recover fast.

“Still convinced I’m gonna fall first?” I ask, head tilted.

He leans in closer, lips ghosting the shell of my ear. “I already saw the way you looked at me five minutes ago.”

“That was pity,” I lie.

“That was interest,” he counters. “And it’s mutual.”

We’re dancing closer now. Closer than I expected. My hands find his shoulders, and his hand — warm, grounding — settles on the small of my back.

It’s dangerous, this thing we’re doing.

But for the first time in days, maybe weeks, I don’t feel like I’m dying.

I feel alive.

And that’s exactly what scares me most.

---

8:52 PM.

He says he’s getting us drinks. I nod, watch him weave through the crowd like he knows exactly where he’s going. I should’ve followed.

A hand grabs my wrist. Not gentle. Not familiar. Just... rough.

“Hey,” some stranger slurs, reeking of vodka and something sourer.

I try to pull away. I say “no.” Once, then louder.

And that’s when I see him — Matt — storming back toward us like the floor itself is shaking beneath him.

“Let. Her. Go.”

One swing. Then another. Glass breaks. Someone yells. There's blood on someone’s collar — maybe his, maybe not.

We’re thrown out before I can even process what happened.

---

9:10 PM. Outside the bar.

“What the hell was that?” I shout, heart racing as we stumble into the cold night air. “You just... punched that guy!”

“He touched you,” he says simply, like that explains everything.

“You got us kicked out!”

“I don’t care.”

I stare at him, shaking my head, still panting from the adrenaline. His lip is bleeding. I reach up without thinking and wipe the corner with my thumb.

He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t move. Just looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world not falling apart.

“I’m not losing this game,” he says.

Neither am I.

---

9:45 PM.

The hotel room is shitty. One flickering lamp. A mirror that’s probably seen too much. One bed.

I sit on the edge, legs crossed, watching him toss the room key on the desk like he’s been here before.

“We’re really doing this?” I ask.

He shrugs, tugging off his jacket. “Unless you’re scared.”

“I’m dying. What do I have to be scared of?”

His eyes flick up. That word again. Dying.

I see it hit him — not like a truck. Like a slow realization that burns.

He doesn't say anything. Just crawls into bed beside me, leaving a full foot of space between us. It's weird. The restraint. Like he's scared of touching something that won’t be there in the morning.

---

10:30 PM.

We talk.

Not flirt.

Not tease.

Talk.

He tells me about his brother. About the hospital bills. About the pawn shop he robbed and the camera he didn’t know was there.

“I'll turn myself in tomorrow morning,” he says.

I tell him how my lungs are slowly giving out. How I spent months pretending I had more time than I did. That the world’s too loud and I’m too tired.

“You don’t look sick,” he whispers.

I laugh bitterly. “That’s the worst part.”

There’s a silence between us, thick like molasses.

And then — he inches closer. Our hands touch under the covers. Just barely. But it’s enough to make my heart ache.

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

“Not right now,” I whisper. “Right now it feels like breathing.”

---

12:02 AM.

I don’t know when we fell asleep. I just know his arm’s around me and his breath is in sync with mine.

There’s something sacred about it — like we’re stealing hours the universe didn’t want to give us.

He mumbles my name in his sleep.

And for once... I wish I had more time.

--- Matt's POV ---

5:58 AM

Something’s off.

It’s the kind of quiet that feels wrong — not peaceful, not soft. Just… wrong.

I blink awake slowly, eyes burning from too little sleep and too much everything else. She’s still beside me, her body curled into mine like she never planned to leave.

Her head rests against my chest. I can feel the weight of it. But… not the warmth.

“Hey,” I whisper, voice thick, cracking in my throat. I shift a little, brushing her hair from her face.

She doesn’t move.

Something in my chest snaps.

“Hey,” I say again, louder now, sitting up. My hand goes to her shoulder, gently shaking. “Come on. Don’t do that.”

She stays still.

My heart is thudding. Loud. Stupidly loud. I press two fingers to her wrist. Nothing.

Her lips are parted — barely — and I swear I can feel the absence of breath like it’s trying to suck the air out of the whole room.

“No, no, no—” My voice starts to crack open, sharp and raw. I shake her harder now, panic drowning me. “Don’t do this. Please don’t fucking do this.”

But she’s not waking up.

She’s not here anymore.

And it’s like the world is splitting in half.

---

I pull her into me, arms wrapped so tightly around her that if holding someone hard enough could bring them back, she'd be breathing again. Her skin’s cold. Not frozen, but that kind of cold that feels like the start of forever.

“I didn’t mean to win,” I whisper against her hair. My chest is shaking.

“I didn’t want to win.”

I keep rocking her. Back and forth, like that might keep time from moving forward. Like maybe if I just don’t stop, I can undo the sunrise, the sickness, the silence.

“I was supposed to go to jail,” I choke out. “You were supposed to— You weren’t supposed to leave first.”

She looks like she’s sleeping. Like if I just say the right thing, she’ll open her eyes and tell me to shut up and stop being dramatic.

But she doesn’t.

She doesn’t.

So I stay there. Holding her. Talking to someone who can’t answer. Crying so quietly the walls can’t hear it.

Because even if it was a game,

even if we only had one night,

I lost something I didn’t know I needed until it was already gone.

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A/N: YAY! I'm really proud of this work! I hope you cried... Cause I did!

Thank you to these divas who helped me!!! @sturnsblogs @oopsiedaisydeer

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JUST A FAVOR

( Bsf!Chris x Inexperienced!Reader ) when chris finds out that reader has never been pleasured by a man before, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

Pt. 2

-`✮´- 4.1k

contains. flirting, making out, teasing, hickeys, fingering, pussy eating.

The soft patter of rain against her apartment window serves as a soothing backdrop as Y/N wipes away her makeup. The day had been exhausting—her car stubbornly refusing to start, followed by an endless stream of exams, and finally, sitting through an hour-long conversation with her friends about their latest hookups and messy situationships. It wasn’t that she minded hearing about their experiences; it just felt… repetitive.

Y/N, though, couldn't relate those stories. She was a virgin—not totally untouched, but a virgin nonetheless. The thought lingered, making her feel like an outcast. She wasn’t naive—she’d tried a little of this and a little of that in the past, but never the “real thing.” Even though it's not usually something she'd dwell on, she still felt as though she was falling behind, that most women her age had already been there done that, leaving her in their wake.

Safe to say, Y/N was beyond exhausted, begging for the comfort of her bed. She snuggled under the covers, the warmth settling in as she began to relax. Just as she was about to drift off, a ding from her phone broke the comfortable silence, causing her to squint an eye open. A groan escaped her lips as she rolled over, burying her face into the pillow below her as she reaches for the phone on her nightstand.

It was a text from Chris, her best friend, which read, “u ready for movie night?”

Fuck. She’d totally forgotten she promised him they’d watch some random, cheesy movie together.

With a sigh, Y/N typed out a quick reply, the screen glowing dimly in the darkness. “I don’t feel like driving 😓😓”

She bit her lip as she waited, watching the little animated dots bounce up and down in the silence. A new message popped up: “want me to come over instead?”

Y/N hesitated, her thumb hovering over the screen for a moment. “could u? sorry, im just tired."

“sure :)” The reply came almost instantly.

Relieved, she tossed the phone back onto the nightstand as she hopped out of bed, deciding the oversized sweater and booty shorts she would usually sleep in aren’t quite appropriate for the occasion. After changing into pajama pants and a snug baby tee, she gently plays with her hair, double checking that it's not messy from lying in bed. Satisfied, she shuffles over to her small living room, plopping onto the couch and opening TikTok to pass the time while waiting for Chris.

It’s only a few minutes before her phone buzzes with a text from him—he’s here. Y/N opens the door to find Chris standing there, damp, his hair flopped over his eyes.

“The snacks are soaked,” he mumbles, a jokingly childish pout forming on his lips.

Y/N rolls her eyes, stepping aside to let him in. “You didn’t have to bring snacks… I’ve got plenty.”

Chris shrugs, looking down at the plastic grocery bag. “Yeah, well, you don’t have good snacks.”

“I have good snacks,” she responds mockingly with a smile, locking the door behind him.

He pulls out a package of goldfish and gushers, shaking his head. “No, you don’t. You like boring, healthy shit.”

“Whatever you say,” she grins, motioning for him to sit beside her as she settles on the couch.

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The movie is playing, but neither of them really care for it. It’s just background noise for their chatter. Chris grumbles about his brothers, and Y/N rambles about college—though she keeps the real reason she’s feeling off to herself. Chris knows her too well, though, and not even the smallest shift in her mood goes unnoticed by him.

“What’s wrong, kid?” he asks gently, his tone softening.

“It’s nothing, m’okay.” she says, forcing a small smile, but Chris isn’t buying it. He raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

Y/N sighs, the weight of her thoughts pressing on her. She finally blurts it out, “I’m just… always listening to my friends’ hookup stories. And it’s—ugh—it just… bothers me.”

Chris shifts on the couch, leaning in a little closer as he chuckles lightly, his expression full of curiosity. “Why does that bother you? I’ve told you shit like that before.”

Y/N’s heart rate quickens as she feels a wave of embarrassment spread through her. Her hands fidget in her lap. “Be-cauuuse…” she stammers, struggling to find the words. “I can’t—like, I can’t relate to any of it. Makes me feel like a loser.”

Her usual laid-back attitude has completely vanished, replaced by the tension of her embarrassment. Chris stares at her for a moment, his brow furrowing, trying to make sense of what she’s saying. Then, his face relaxes as realization hits, his eyes darting away for a second before locking back onto hers.

“You never told me you were a virgin,” Chris teases, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Y/N squints her eyes. “Chris—don’t start.”

“Alright, alright,” he says, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

A beat of silence hangs between them, and then Chris leans in a bit, curiosity piqued. “So, whatcha waiting for?”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“Like, why haven’t you?”

Y/N sighs, shifting to face Chris. “That shit’s scary," she responds with a nervous giggle.

Chris lets out a quiet, amused breath through his nose. “What’s scary about it?” he asks casually.

She exhales sharply, her voice growing more animated. “Getting with the wrong guy, getting used, and, oh I dunno, pregnancy. Shall I continue?”

Chris’s smile falters as he registers her words. “Alright, fair. But the right guy isn’t gonna just like fall into your lap.”

“True..” she trails off, her tone a bit more casual, albeit still embarrassed. “But most of the guys I’m interested in are, like… fuck boys; Body count of twenty, can't remember your name, that kinda shit.”

“That’s your own fault,” Chris retorts with a teasing grin, dodging the playful shoulder punch she throws his way.

Y/N scoffs, but they both settle into a comfortable silence, their attention drifting back to the movie.

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“That was butt booty ass low-key,” Y/N states as the movie ends, pushing herself off the couch to toss the empty popcorn bowl in the sink.

Chris glances up from his phone, unfazed. “Meh, it wasn’t that bad.”

He scrolls through his notifications, not too concerned about the movie’s quality.

Y/N returns, plopping back onto the couch next to him and stretching her arms overhead. “…What’s it like?” she asks suddenly, her voice softer than usual.

“Huh?” Chris looks up from his phone, locking it and setting it aside face down on the couch.

“Like… your first time,” she trails off, her eyes drifting away.

Chris chuckles, tilting his head slightly. “Still thinkin' 'bout that, huh?” He turns his body to face her, a teasing grin on his lips.

Y/N shrugs, her gaze shifting shyly. “Um… well, it was awkward as shit, but… it was nice,” he admits casually, as if he’s talking about any old memory. “Do you ever regret it?”

Chris shakes his head, thinking for a second. “Nah, I was clueless, but it wasn’t bad for a first time. Why you askin'?”

Y/N hesitates, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “…Jus’… I don’t know,” she mutters meekly.

Chris tilts his head, considering her for a moment before speaking up. “I know you’re a virgin, but… you’re not like totally inexperienced, right?”

Y/N hesitates for a second before answering. “Well—no, but it’s been a while.”

Chris raises an eyebrow. “What’ve you done, then?”

Y/N takes a moment to think. “I’ve… given head before, and a handjob.”

Chris leans back against the arm of the couch, his expression shifting as he processes that. “So you've never like- received?” He cringes at his phrasing, having attempted to soften it yet only making it more awkward.

Y/N nods, her eyes downcast. “Yeah. I’m too embarrassed to let anyone see me like that.”

Chris lets out a small “huh,” as if processing the vulnerability in her words. He then continues, a little gentler this time. “How long has it been?”

“…Four years.”

“Damn!” Chris exclaims, caught off guard, then quickly clears his throat to cover up his slightly inappropriate reaction. “Sorry...”

Y/N looks away, her voice quiet as she explains, “It’s not that I haven’t had the chance… I was just too scared.”

Chris shifts closer, his hand resting gently on her knee. “Don’t be scared,” he says softly, his tone serious now. “It’s not somethin' worth stressin' over.”

Y/N glances down at Chris’s hand resting on her knee. Normally, it would be a comforting gesture, but with the direction of the conversation, all it does is bring a flush to her cheeks.

Chris notices immediately, picking up on her shy demeanor. He suppresses a smug grin, eyes squinting playfully. “Ya alright there?”

Y/N looks up, her tone sharp and accusing. “Chris, you’re doing this on purpose.”

Chris breathes out a laugh, a proud look settling in. “I wasn’t… but I am now.”

Without hesitation, he slides his hand higher, gently moving towards her thigh.

Y/N’s voice betrays her unamused warning. “Chris.” She tries to sound disinterested and stern, but all that comes out is a nervous edge.

Chris leans in slightly, his gaze intense, though his tone remains teasing. “You wanna try somethin' out?”

Y/N’s eyes widen, her heart skipping a beat. “What are you hinting at?” Her words come out softly, betraying her shock.

He doesn’t break eye contact, his expression softer now. “Maybe not the first, but I could give you a first.”

The air between them thickens. Y/N swallows hard, trying to keep her composure. “Are you asking to, like- ya know...” She can't bring herself to actually say the words, embarrassed at the thought of his implication.

Chris shrugs nonchalantly, though there’s something serious in his eyes. “Why not?”

“You’d do that?… Like—it wouldn't be weird?”

“Why would it be weird?” His voice is steady, but there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes as he scoots closer.

She swallows, her gaze shifting down to her lap. “I… I don’t know…” The words barely leave her lips, quieter than she intended, laced with uncertainty.

"You don't gotta be so nervous, it's alright." Chris reassures through subtle laughter, shifting his hand from her thigh to her waist.

Y/N sighs through her nose. "Are we really doing this?..." She whispers breathlessly, her eyes gentle as she looks up at her friend.

"Only if you want to..." He responds lazily as he leans in, hovering his lips over hers.

She manges to get out a shy hum of permission, causing Chris to let an amused breath out of his nose. "Use your words," Chris taunts as he grins against her parted lips.

"I want this"

"Atta' girl" Chris mumbles before closing the gap between them, capturing her in a gentle but passionate kiss.

Y/N lets out a small gasp before slowly melting into the kiss. Her movements are hesitant and lacking confidence, allowing Chris to take the lead. The fear of not doing good enough for him creeps into the back of her mind, making her hesitate. Noticing her uncertainty, Chris gently pulls away, his gaze soft as he meets her nervous eyes.

“Ya alright?” he asks, his voice gentle with concern as he brushes his thumb against her neck.

"M'nervous... sorry," she responds, averting her eyes from him.

Chris drags his hand from her neck to her cheek. "Relax, I gotchu," He mumbles as he dives back in, a bit hungrier this time. Y/N quietly moans against his lips as they attack hers, gentle enough to not overwhelm her as it's clear he's holding back.

His hand travels down to rest at her waist, pulling her closer to him. The kiss becomes sloppier the longer it goes on, neediness building up in Y/N as restraint breaks down in Chris.

If Chris could get what he wanted, he'd take her right here on this couch; but he cares too much about making this perfect for her to ever so much as attempt it.

He pulls away to catch his breath, eyes softening as she looks up at him. Her flushed cheeks, the wetness of her plump lips, those fucking needy eyes. Everything about the sight makes his body grow hot and his pants feel uncomfortably tighter.

"Fuck.. you look so hot," He whispers breathlessly, shamelessly pulling her onto his lap with ease. Y/N's eyes widen as her hands fly to his chest in an attempt to steady herself. Chris's hands fall to her hips, searching her face for any hint of uncertainty. "I wan' make you feel good.." He mumbles as he ghosts his fingers along her sides, following the curvature of her body.

Y/N sighs as she drops her head against his shoulder, screwing her eyes shut to compose herself. "Ya killin' me Chris," her breath fans against Chris's neck when she speaks, sending shivers down his spine. He teases with a cocky tone to his voice, "I haven't even done anything yet."

"Shut up" Y/N lifts her head from his shoulder and flashes a shy smile at him, her face hot with embarrassment.

Chris tilts his head and leans in to pepper soft kisses to her jaw, smiling against her skin. Her mouth hangs open, allowing a sigh to escape her lips as he trails his own down her neck; his hand's gentle grip on either side of her jaw tilts her head to the side, allowing him better access.

Chris chuckles against her neck, his breath fanning against the delicate skin causing her to shudder.

"Ever been marked up?" He questions, not allowing her enough time to answer before he sucks a hickey into her neck, eliciting a whiny moan from her sweet lips. "N-no," She attempts to answer, her response coming out as more of a whimper than a statement.

Chris detaches from her neck, pulling away with a grin. "Now ya have," he states proudly, licking a stripe over the forming bruise and planting soft kisses on the skin.

Y/N shuffles on his lap, prompting a low groan to escape from the back of Chris's throat. "Fuck- don't do that," he warns, gripping her hips tighter to plant her in place. Chris looks up at her with pleading eyes, practically begging her to quit squirming. Chris shifts slightly, the new angle allowing her to feel his hardening cock press against his sweats.

Y/N's eyes widen, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. Chris gently rolls his hips up experimentally, dragging out a small gasp from Y/N's throat. "Can't wait any more, need ya so bad," He murmurs, lazily dragging hot kisses across her neck. Chris moves her off of his lap as he shifts on the couch, placing a hand on her outter thigh and leaning in for another kiss.

He runs his hand across her thigh, growing closer and closer to her heat. "You okay with this?" Chris mumbles a lazy ask of consent against her lips, satisfied when she gives him a head nod of agreement. He cups her, running a finger along her clothed folds. Y/N lets out quiet sigh against his plump lips; the corners of them twitching up into a grin.

Chris hastily dips his hand under the waistband of her panties, his finger quickly being covered in her arousal. He rubs lazy circles on her clit, earning a soft whimper as she throws her head back against the back of the couch.

"So fuckin' wet f'me." he mumbles before diving into her neck.

"F-fuck Chris."

"Yeah?" He mocks, a teasing tone in his voice.

Chris has already had enough of this; he wants to taste her. Y/N gets the memo when he removes his hand from her pants and lifts it up to his mouth, licking every drop of her juices of off his finger. He looks down at her with needy eyes, anticipating her consent.

“…Please, Chris…” she finally gives in.

Chris wastes no time in yanking her pants down her legs, his eagerness drawing a sharp gasp from Y/N. The sound makes him pause, eyes flicking up to meet her amused yet shocked gaze. His lidded eyes soften as he realizes just how desperate he seems.

A breathy laugh escapes him, his head dropping in embarrassment. A hint of shame lingers in his smile as his hands settle on either side of her thighs, steadying himself over her.

“Sorry…” he chuckles, still looking down, his grin sheepish.

Y/N lifts a hand to his hair, twirling a strand between her fingers as she fights back a giggle.

Chris lets out an embarrassed huff of air, lifting his head just enough to meet her eyes.

“Needy, much?” she taunts, a proud smile on her lips.

His tongue presses into the inside of his cheek as he rolls his eyes. “Don’t start with me,” he mutters, shaking his head.

Before she can fire back, his hands grip her hips, shifting her beneath him in one smooth motion. She giggles as her back meets the couch, her head resting against the armrest, his body hovering just above hers.

Chris tugs her pants the rest of the way off, tossing them aside without a second thought.

His eyes dart up to meet hers, catching the playful glint in her eyes where nervousness and hesitation once lingered. He fights back a smile, determined to play it cool as his hands slide up her waist, fingers grazing the warm skin.

His thumbs push the soft fabric of her shirt higher, gliding over her ribs until they pause just beneath her breasts.

Chris glances up at her once more, his eyes silently asking for permission.

Y/N bites her lip before offering a tentative nod, her lashes fluttering shut.

His gaze drops back down to her torso as he runs his tongue along his bottom teeth, the muscle pressing against the inside of his lip. With slow precision, he eases her shirt higher, the snug fabric resisting as it stretches over the curve of her chest.

Chris sucks in a breath at the sight of her, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip.

“No bra?” he teases, his voice low and playful, watching as Y/N’s face flushes. His hand moves to her soft chest, gently squeezing as his gaze lingers.

His thumb traces lightly over her sensitive nub, causing a small gasp to escape her lips. Y/N screws her eyes shut, turning her head to the side as her face flushes with embarrassment.

Chris lets out a soft chuckle as he leans down. His lips brush against her chest, the touch light, almost like a whisper. He moves slowly, deliberately, letting his lips linger as they travel lower, each kiss adding to the ache in her core.

He pauses just above the waistband of her panties, his breath warm against her skin. The air feels heavier, thick with anticipation, as he stays there for a moment longer than necessary, savoring the tension.

He presses his knee between her legs, gently pushing them apart to make space for himself. With a firm grip, he hooks his hands beneath her thighs, bending her knees and spreading her even further.

His fingers move to push her panties aside, lips brushing over her core with feather-light kisses, just enough to tease her. Chris focuses on her clit, the place he knows she needs him most, but each peck is soft—too soft to fully satisfy her.

Pulling away from her, his eyes lock onto her glistening folds. He sighs at the view. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…” His voice is heavy, breathless, as he tugs her panties the rest of the way off, lifting her legs onto his shoulders.

Y/N’s breath hitches, her chest rising and falling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She bites her lower lip, eyes fluttering shut as a shiver runs down her spine.

Chris's tongue slowly laps over her heat, saliva mixing with arousal as he gently licks up every last bit of her, savoring the taste. Y/N’s hand meets his head, fingers burying themselves in his brown locks, gripping a little too hard as if to steady herself. Her breath quickens as she throws her head back, the pull on his hair matching the need coursing through her.

Chris groans against her, grinding his hips into the couch to somewhat relieve the ache of his hard cock. Countless soft mewls spill from Y/N’s lips, but it isn’t until a breathy, strained whimper of his name escapes her throat that he finally loses control.

All restraint gets tossed aside in his mind as he fully dives in, devouring her with undeniable hunger; as if he’s finally allowing himself everything he’s been holding back.

"F-fuck Chris.." She whimpers out, biting her hand to quiet her noises, an attempt to save herself from embarrassment. His eyes travel up to her face as he licks and sucks at her needy cunt, his eyes dark with need. He pulls away from her for a brief moment, his ragged breathing matching hers as the string of saliva between them connects him to her puffy pussy. Y/N whines in frustration as she looks down at him, lips just inches away from her drooling core.

“Stop covering ya mouth. Need to hear ya… I wanna hear ya.” Chris says softly, his voice at odds with the teasing nature of his actions.

Y/N complies, mumbling a whiny apology. She stares down at him—God, he looks so fucked out. She probably looks more so, but that thought barely registers. His lips are swollen, pink, slick with her juices. His low eyes beam with want—like he needs this

He dives in again, needing to taste her pussy; craving it even more than watching her needy face. When Y/N squirms, he grips her hips, holding her still.

"mm- Chris!-.. ffuuucckk.."

Chris stifles a chuckle as his mouth licks and suckles at her cunt, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into her hip while his other hand holds underneath her thigh. One of her legs has now fallen off his shoulder, hanging over the edge of the couch; It’s probably not the most attractive position, but neither of them care enough to notice.

Chris quickens his movements when he feels her shudder, her body tensing as her breath turns ragged.

"Chris- m’close…” Y/N mumbles, her words so slurred even she barely understands them—but Chris does.

“Ya gonna cum f’me, pretty girl? So soon?” He teases, his voice heavy with lust, murmuring against her wet cunt.

Y/N lets out a weak chuckle that slips into a moan. "Shut up," she breathes, her teasing tone getting lost in needy whines.

Her body trembles she begins to break down, skin burning with need. Chris’s movements turn quick and sloppy. His focus shifts to her sensitive bud, his pointed tongue flicking and swirling over her clit.

"ah-ahnn-.. fuuuck- Chris!" Her voice hitched, a soft, broken sound, as his tongue gently continued, guiding her through her high.

"Shiiiiiit.." Y/N’s eyes flutter shut in bliss, her brows knitting as she parts her lips, dragging in a shaky breath.

Chris’s movements only slow when she flinches away, the relentless stimulation overwhelming her. He licks up the last traces of her slick, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Carefully, he eases her leg off his shoulder, giving her thigh a reassuring squeeze before settling above her.

"Ya alright baby?" Chris teases softly, a sexy tone in his voice. The rising and falling of Y/N's chest calms down, and her eyes finally squint open. "God, yes.."

He rests his body weight on her, making his very noticeable bulge poke against her inner thigh. "You okay?" Y/N asks softly, her hand tracing down his torso.

Chris shakes his head in response, gently griping her wrist and moving her hand away from his groin. "Don't worry 'bout me, it'll go down."

“You sure?..” Y/N asks, confusion flickering across her face as he pretty much turns down a handjob.

He nods subtly, then climbs off her and sits himself back on the couch, casually lifting her shaky legs into his lap.

“Yeah.. today’s all about you. Some other time, maybe.” His voice low as he rubs her thigh with a gentle palm, a smug little smirk playing on his lips as he looks over at her.

a/n: first ever fic thingy.. kinda nervy🌝 i literally teased this like 2 months ago and then never posted it cuz i got too scared to WHOOPSSSS SORRYYYY😓 but in all seriousness hope you enjoyed, got off to this or whatever u do when reading, thx for checking me out !! if u have any suggestions or constructive criticism i welcome it with open arms, lemme know if u want more from me and thx for reading !!🥰

dividers: all me!! feel free to use, they're just lines and emoticons after all, nothin fancy😭

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All the negativity and hateful energy recently has made me really want to be more positive. Nick, Matt, and Chris are all lovely people. I started watching them when I was at one of the lowest points in my life and honestly their videos are the only reason I wanted to wake up some days.

No, I don’t know these boys in real life, but I do love them. They’ve shows attributes that I really admire and that goes beyond physical traits by a lot. So here’s a list of some of the reasons why I really enjoy being able to consume their content!

— Their laughs!!! Matt’s boneless giggle never fail to make me smile and I adore how Chris’s laugh is “AHAHAHAHA” while Nick’s is “hehehe.”

— Them arguing. Controversial, I know, but sometimes it reminds me that an argument doesn’t mean the end of it all. You say sorry, you hug it out, and that’s something I really appreciate being able to remember when I have disagreements with my own siblings.

— The way they show affection towards each other. Sometimes it’s subconsciously leaning onto one another while laughing, other times it’s a group hug. Both make me really happy!!!

— Their relationship with their friends and family. It feels very intimate and very healing to be able to see a glimpse into such healthy relationships. JIMMY AND MARYLOU?! YES.

There’s plenty of other reasons why I love them, but I wanna hear everyone else’s too!!! Comment or reblog yours if you’d like and lmk anything and everything that makes it fun to be in this fandom for you!!! ☺️✨

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Chris in purple lightning needs to be talked about more

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𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ꩜ .ᐟ

brothers bsf!chris & nates little sister!reader

little backstory: you are nates younger sister, nate and the triplets have been friends since you were a little girl, and your close with all of them. chris is your best friend, and get along very well, and are kind of crushing on each other. you are 20, and nate and the triplets are 21. <3 enjoy !

12:01pm- your laying on the triplets spare bedroom bed- after you, nate & the triplets watched a movie. scrolling on tiktok, and slowly falling asleep. you shut your eyes for a couple of seconds until there’s a knock at the bedroom door.

“come in.” chris waddles his way in, and sits on the end of the bed. “hey.” chris says smiling leaning in for a hug. you embrace the hug and his weight falls right on you. “hi” you say yawning. “oh, are you going to bed- im sorry.” chris says worried. “no no, chris it’s ok. what’s up though?” “i wanted to know if you wanted to stream with me..?”

you raise one eyebrow “stream? I don’t know how to play fortnite..” I say. “no no it’s okay I’ll just play and you can keep my company and we can talk, and talk to the chat! it will be fun.” i finally let in. “ok, fine.”

you & chris make your way to his bedroom, and he sits in the chair and you sit in the chair next to him. he sets up the game, and the stream. “yo what’s up guys- late stream tonight, but i have a special guest..!” i smile and do a little wave.

chris begins to play fortnite, he’s staying focused. your mind is running through a thousand thoughts per minute. the way his sharp jaw is getting lit up by the screen infront of him; and his veiny hands gliding across the keyboard. fuckkk. you knew he was attractive, but you like him then you ever have before this past few months.

you continue watching- “fuck!!” chris screams as he dies, and places 10th. “fuck this game.” chris expresses angrily and clenches his jaw. he turns towards me as i sit there amazed how hot this man is when he’s angry. “that was so unfair.” he says to me rolling his eyes. “yeah-” you say. you don’t want to say too much, because this is honestly making you wet.

“chat, time to start a new round- i need a win tonight. this is honestly stressing me out.” he says to the chat. you rub his arm a little bit in hopes of calming him down. and scratch him a little with your nails, which is something you always do to calm him down. he turns to me and smiles before going back to the game.

as he does so, I couldn’t help but look down at his grey baggy sweats. I see his print, and begin to see- i made him hard. since it wasn’t that visible before. damn. I couldn’t help but smile.

you sit there in amazement as he plays once again. but you grow tired. “chris- can I lay in your bed I’m tired.” you ask. “yes of course, I’ll be quiet.” you smile and walk over to the bed. your suddenly faced with the smell of chris. your favorite smell. a sexy vanilla- manly musk, which never fails to make you think of him.

you lay down in his bed, under his covers and slowly close your eyes. until you wake up due to chris getting under the covers next to you.

“mmhm” you say tossing and opening your eyes. “I’m so sorry” chris says apologetic. “it’s fine chris, don’t worry, goodnight.” you turn around and face the other side.

until chris grabs you by your waist pulling you into him, and spooning you. you smile. your laying there for a while, and you feel something behind you. it’s chris, but it’s lower, near your ass. oh. it’s his cock, and it’s hard. he’s hard again for you? damn.

you think about it even more until you both drift off to sleep cuddling embracing eachothers warm bodies under the blanket.

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"you must be new here"

⋆˚࿔ part one of vampire!matt x smalltown!reader

contains: not much this time since it's the first in the series, however in the future there will be smut, fluff, and potentially angst!! so stay tuned for future parts/blurbs/etc.!!

wc: 382

You stepped into school as if it were any other day, the fall air was crisp and the perfect temperature, not too cold, yet not too warm. You walked with your best friend, Miyah, talking as the two of you walked through the hallway, making your way to class. As you're walking you accidentally bump your shoulders, and out of muscle memory you spat out a quick and polite "my bad" and continued walking.

Except you had noticed it was an unfamiliar face.

"He was cute, wasn't he?" Miyah teased, noticing your indifferent expression. You laughed at her comment, he wasn't unattractive or anything, you just noticed how he was new.

The two of you reached class. Once inside you noticed the unfamiliar face from a few minutes ago, he was standing at the front of the room patiently waiting for the teacher to assign him to a seat. Something about him made your stomach churn, the way he carried himself, his whole vibe, something was off about him.

The teacher introduced him to the class, his name was Matt, short for Matthew. He took a seat a few rows in front of you. Class went by and ended, everyone leaving to go to their next class.

A few weeks later, you were assigned to a group project in your history class. It was a three-person project, and your teacher always lets you work with Miyah. And the third person was mystery boy Matt, over the last few weeks, you had noticed he's extremely quiet, and he doesn't really talk to anyone at all. Even after getting together in a group for the project, it was mostly you and Miyah talking, he just kind of sat there listening, adding in very occasional comments.

You guys had gotten each other's numbers to make a group chat to keep track of everything for the project, and eventually class ended. You and Miyah made your way to lunch. During the past few weeks you had noticed how Matt never eats lunch, like never. You thought it was weird, but there's plenty of people who don't eat lunch at school.

You still couldn't figure out why you had such a weird off-putting feeling about him, maybe it was just nothing, or maybe something really was wrong.

divider creds 2 @dollywons

a/n: this parts kind of short, but in the future they will be a lot longer don't worry.

tag list: @zombichrvs @bernardsbendystraws @nessature

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like koolaid i’m finna jam it in her-chris sturniolo

chris thinks you look really good in the space camp x koolaid photoshoot, and he cant wait until you get home…

warnings: smut, unprotected p n v, mdni, slight choking maybe?, semi public sex, hate sex, fwb, suggestive language, intended lowercase

“fuck, you look amazing y/n!” is all you heard nick say repetitively over the last hour. you were not only a space camp model, but one of nicks best friends.

you had been in the studio for hours on end, posing with the lip balms, trying to get the perfect pictures. even though you were there for a long time though, nick always made it a fun place to be.

but with nick, came his brothers.

you didn’t have any problems with matt. he was sweet and kind, he was funny, and he was fun to be around. and then there was chris.

you couldnt stand chris. you hated him, actually. he was just so annoying. he was so rude all the time, always disrespectful to everyone. and he was just chris.

whenever you had photo shoots with space camp, you hoped matt was the only brother that came along. anybody but chris.

but of course, he showed up to this one.

he was watching you the whole time, his unwavering stare penetrating you like a knife. anytime you looked over to the triplets, his eyes were already on you.

you struck your last pose, hearing the camera click off and seeing the lights dim down let you know it was the end of the photoshoot.

you walked off of set, making a beeline to nick.

“you were so good y/n!” nick says, taking a drink of dr. pepper while going through the camera footage.

“thank you nick!” you say, wondering off to a table that appeared to have food on it.

you were pouring yourself a cup of water when you felt a large hand in your shoulder. you felt a presence over you that you had never felt before.

“you looked nice out there.” the person whispered.

you turn around only to see chris, your past thoughts disappearing at the sight of him.

“i know.” you say, brushing off his compliment.

“wow, not even a thank you? where’s your manners?” chris scoffs, taking a swig of pepsi while death staring you.

“maybe you should stop staring at people and mind your own manners.” you bite back, glaring at him.

“oh so you wanna play that game, huh?” chris says, placing a hand on your arm, preventing you from walking away.

you stare up at him, unable to speak. you hate him, you really do, but something about him right now is different. the veins in his hands, the piercing blue eyes, the slight stubble on his sharp jawline, it’s making you feel a different way towards him.

“i thought you said it was rude to stare.” he smirks, making you snap right back into reality.

“oh, um i-”

“follow me.” he says, placing a finger on your lips to shush you.

he leads you into nicks office room, overflowing with papers and different packages. chris clears a little spot near nicks chair and instructs you to lock the door behind you two.

he pushes you against a free wall, smashing his lips against yours. the kiss is full of passion and hate. you despise chris, but yet, you need him so badly.

his lips taste like cherry koolaid, pairing along perfectly with yours that taste like grape koolaid. his soft lips grasped for yours, desperately trying to suck you in.

you subconsciously grind your core against his growing erection, your body practically gravitating towards his.

“such a needy whore, aren’t you?” chris scolds.

“please chris, i-i need you.” you whimper desperately.

“you’ve been such a fucking brat all day, your lucky if i even lay a finger on you.”

that’s the last thing you heard before you felt the fabric of your shirt rip, the shreds of clothing flailing around the room, landing on the floor.

chris yanked down your pants next, following with his own. the tent in his boxers was near impossible to miss, but the dark wet patch in your white panties was even more noticeable.

chris slides your underwear to the side, slowly running his finger up and down your slit with as little pressure as possible. he takes extra time on your clit, creating small little circles on it.

“c-chris, please, i need more-”

he shoves his now wet fingers in your mouth, muffling the noises escaping you.

“i’ll give you more when i want to give you more, sweetheart.”

chris slowly pulls down the band of his boxers, letting his dick spring free against his stomach. his tip was bright red, throbbing with desire.

he runs the tip slowly over your entrance, mimicking his fingers with the wag he moves his dick. he continues to tease you, when you feel him thrust into you with a ton of force.

it feels like you were split in half, unable to do anything but groan from the pleasure of chris fucking you senseless.

“oh, shit chris, fuck-” you moan.

“use your words baby.” chris grunts, not slowing down his pace at all whatsoever.

“you’re just so fucking deep, i-”

chris continues fucking you against the wall, ruthlessly slamming into you at an unimaginable pace. you cant feel anything right now other than chris stretching you out mercilessly.

his tip is pecking your cervix with each thrust, and you can already feel the dull bruising begin.

chris is hitting you in just the right place, your gummy walls clenching around him like a lifeline.

“chris, im gonna-”

“you’re gonna what, sweetheart?”

“i’m gonna come!” you cry out.

you feel the tight knot in your stomach from as quickly as it releases, your sticky juices coating chris’ dick. his thrusts become more frantic as he nears his release.

you feel warm ropes of his cum coat your insides, painting your walls white.

“y’ know, you looked good as fuck out there but you look even better like this.”

“fuck you chris.”

a/n: I NEED THAT SPACE CAMP BROOOOO

dividers: @bernardsbendystraws

taglist: @chrepsi @dolliraez

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welcome to maple falls..

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Characters for vampire!matt x smalltown!reader

Serenity Woods (reader) 𖹭 she/her ++ 18 𖹭 human 𖹭 senior

(the name won't be used very much in actual writing)

Serenity has lived in Maple Falls her entire life, she knows everyone, and everyone knows her, I mean it's a small town almost everyone knows everyone. She's smart, kind, and caring. A senior at Maple Falls High School, she's on the student council and the cheer team.

Matthew Sturniolo 𖹭 he/him ++ 18 (423) 𖹭 vampire 𖹭 senior

Matt recently moved to Maple falls, at least that's what people think. Nobody knows him; however, people know his family, from old legends of the Sturniolo family, and his "great grandfather" being a founding father of the town. He's mysterious and quiet. A new senior at Maple Falls High School, he's not on any sports team or any club.

Miyah Heartley 𖹭 she/her ++ 18 𖹭 witch 𖹭 senior

Serenity's childhood best friend, Miyah has also lived in Maple Falls her entire life. She's brave, logical, and supportive. She's also a senior at Maple Falls High School, and is on the cheer team with Serenity.

Christopher Sturniolo 𖹭 he/him ++ ?? (423) 𖹭 vampire 𖹭 ??

Not much is known about Chris, in fact, Matt hasn't told anyone he has a brother. He doesn't live in Maple Falls for now..

(divider creds to @dollywons)

a/n: I have part one in my drafts and ready to post ;) I just wanted to post this first for some background!! and also, in the future there can be side parts/one-shots about Chris!! he will be in the main story b/c w this being inspired by tvd, he's kind of like the damon of the story!! I plan on doing a lot w this au, a main series of fics, one-shots, smut-shots, etc. so i can always do some w chris!!!!

tag list: @zombichrvs @nessature @bernardsbendystraws

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No I don’t think i’ll ever shutup about this vlog. But why are they literally:

Like cmon. Nick has Simon’s whole fit down to the T

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do ygs see the vision of fratboy chris and reader

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His collarbone is so fucking sexy AHHHWTFWTF

I’m squirting

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are we really over..? ˖ ᡣ ౨ৎ˚₊ matt sturniolo .

an angst Matt Sturniolo one-shot in which reader sees matt for the first time after their breakup...

a/n: I plan on making a part two to this due to Jess and Nessa's request!!

(divider cred to @bernardsbendystraws)

It had been over a month since you and Matt had broken up, the fight continuously played in your head, stuck in a loop like a broken record.

The air was tense, the few seconds of silence between yells was deafening. "I'm so fucking sick of your shit Matt," you had snapped at him, it was the third fight you two had been in that week. "Clearly not if you're still here," he yelled back.

His words pierced you like a knife. "Maybe I shouldn't be then," you didn't know why you said it, as soon as the words left your mouth your stomach dropped, and your entire body filled with regret. "Then leave and don't come back," somehow your heart dropped even further.

You laid in bed, crying, just like you have been for the last month. You couldn't bring yourself to leave the apartment.

You stared at Matt's hoodie and some other random belongings lying on your bedroom floor, you knew you had to give them back, but you couldn't see him, you physically couldn't bring yourself to it.

You slowly grabbed your phone, your arm feeling heavy from the lack of movement. You texted Chris asking if you could give him Matt's stuff so he could give them to Matt. Chris agreed and you reluctantly got up and gathered his stuff.

You started to tear up just heading to the car, holding his stuff, it was heartbreaking. All you could think about were the things you and him had said to each other, were you two really over?

When you arrived at the house, you could barely get out of the car, your whole body felt heavy. You eventually got to the door, Chris greeting you with a soft comforting smile. At least you didn't lose your friendship with Chris and Nick.

Chris invited you inside, you reluctantly went in, handing Chris Matt's belongings. You stood in the kitchen, talking to Chris as he grabbed a couple of drinks out of the fridge, a pepsi for himself, and a dr pepper for you. After a few minutes you could hear someone walking downstairs, a lump in your chest formed and your heart dropped as you noticed it was Matt. 

Matt looked horrible, his eye bags were dark, eyes swollen from crying, and his hair was a mess. He stopped before even reaching the kitchen, he stared at you, holding back more tears. Chris excused himself from the room, "I'm just gonna leave you two to talk," he said with a soft empathetic smile towards the both of us.

The silence was loud, neither of us spoke, both holding back tears. Until you finally spoke up, pain in your voice as you struggled to get the words out, "I gave Chris your stuff, to uh give back to you."

"couldn't give him back to me yourself?" he said, managing to have a sarcastic tone with a small laugh, you could see right through him, you knew he was hurting. You stared at him for a moment as he grabbed a water for himself out of the fridge, opening it as he turned to face you, he sat the water down on the counter, looking at you for a split second before moving his eyes to the floor.

Neither of you looked each other in the eye, you couldn't, you both stared at the ground silently not wanting to speak, until you could feel his arms wrap around you. You could hear him quietly start to cry as he held you. Tears formed in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

a/n: posting part one of vampire!matt x smalltown!reader tommarow ;) but I js haddd to post this first bc Jess and Ness loved this teww much. @zombichrvs it wont let me tag ness but wtv </3