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i had a au idea and forgot it bruh 💔💔

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hold me tight and dont let go

cuddling session with nick

Nick’s room was dimly lit with the soft glow of fairy lights strung above the bedframe. The scent of vanilla and laundry lingered in the air, a comforting mix that made it easy to relax especially when it was just the two of you.

You were wrapped around him like a koala, arms locked around his waist, cheek pressed against his chest. Nick was lying back on the pillows, scrolling through something on his phone with one arm lazily slung around your shoulders.

“You comfortable?” he asked softly, glancing down with a half-smile.

You nodded against him but didn’t move an inch. “Mhm. Not letting go.”

Nick chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest. “I can tell. You’ve been stuck to me like Velcro since dinner.”

“I just like being close,” you mumbled, voice slightly muffled by his shirt. “You’re warm.”

“You’re clingy,” he teased, squeezing your side gently. “But... I like it.”

You smiled, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “You better. I’m your clingy little problem now.”

“Correction,” Nick said, leaning his head down to press a kiss to your hair. “You’re my favorite problem.”

His thumb started tracing slow, lazy circles on your shoulder, soothing in a way that made your muscles melt even further into him. There was silence for a few minutes, the good kind the kind where words didn’t need to be said because just being next to each other was enough.

Nick looked down again after a while, about to say something sarcastic probably about your death grip on him but the words caught in his throat when he realized your breathing had slowed.

You were asleep. Right there on his chest, arms still wrapped around him like he’d disappear if you let go. He smiled, soft and fond, brushing a bit of hair out of your face. “God, you’re cute,” he whispered.

Nick didn’t dare move, not even to reach for his charger or finish his TikTok scroll. Instead, he just settled deeper into the mattress, wrapped both arms around you, and rested his cheek on top of your head. You shifted slightly in your sleep, cuddling closer if that was even physically possible.

Nick grinned, holding you tighter.

Yeah… he was definitely keeping you forever.

tags @jacksonsturniolo @kier-with-a-k @maliaforstvrns @httpssturns @chrattsbrat @sturnboos

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sobbing ☹️☹️

— 𝜗ৎ wildflower . . . c.s

in which . . . you see your ex boyfriend chris and his new girlfriend, your ex best friend at a party and confront them.

warnings . . . mentions of alcohol and being drunk, unresolved angst, slight panic attack, chris is kinda mean at first.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

HIT ME HARD AND SOFT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #5

the music is too loud. the lights are too bright. and he’s standing too close. you weren’t even supposed to come tonight. but your friends begged, said it would be fun, said you needed to get out. said he probably won’t even be there.

liars. he’s across the room when you first notice him, red solo cup in one hand, other lazily resting on her waist. her. your old friend. the one who swore up and down she’d never touch him, who cried with you the night everything fell apart, who told you he didn’t deserve you. she’s wearing a necklace similar to the one he bought you last summer.

you swallow down the ache, grab whatever drink is closest, and pretend to laugh at a joke you don’t hear. your heart is already racing. not from love. from rage. he sees you before you see him walking over. his jaw clenched like it always is when he’s about to start something. the same walk. the same eyes. but not the same boy. “what’re you glaring at me for? like what you see?” he says flatly, voice slurred just a little. you blink. “fuck you.”

“yeah?” he scoffs, tilting his head. “you came here just to start something?”

“no,” you snap. “i came here to forget you exist.” he laughs then, bitter and small. “looks like that’s going great for you.” you hate him. god, you hate how familiar he still feels. how fast he can reach inside you and pull every buried thing to the surface. you bite the inside of your cheek, fists clenched. “does she know?” he frowns. “know what?”

“that you cried when i left?” you whisper, stepping closer. “that you begged me to stay? that you said you didn’t even love her?”

“shut up,” he says, quieter now.

“you told me it was always me,” you breathe. “and now you’re playing house with her like none of it meant anything.” his lips part like he wants to deny it. like he wants to tell the truth. but she’s there. behind him. watching. you turn to her. “you told me i deserved better. now you’re fucking him. so which one of us is the liar?” her mouth opens, but no words come out. she just shakes her head, glances at him, then walks away. she doesn’t even look back. she knew she crossed the line.

you feel it all at once. the betrayal. the heartbreak. the way your throat tightens until breathing feels like a chore. your vision blurs and you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the tears or the weight of every word you wish you hadn’t said. you try to walk away too, but your legs aren’t listening. “hey—” chris’s voice cuts through the static. “wait. wait, what’s going on?”

you stumble, lean against the wall, pressing your palms into your eyes. “i can’t—fuck—i can’t do this.” he reaches for you, hands hovering. “stop it, stop. calm down.” you don’t answer. can’t. you’re shaking and everything is too much and he’s too close and not close enough.

he doesn’t ask again. he just moves. arms around you. steady and warm and infuriatingly safe. he holds you like he used to, like you’re something breakable. like he’s afraid you already are. “c’mon,” he murmurs, voice low near your ear. “i’m taking you home.”

you try to protest, but it’s useless. he’s already guiding you through the crowd, shielding you from the stares, leaving his girlfriend behind. the cold air outside hits like a slap, but it’s easier to breathe out here. you sit in the passenger seat of his car, knees to your chest, while he drives in silence.

“you okay?” he asks after a while.

you turn your head, eyes red, voice hollow. “do i look okay?”

he nods like he deserves that. “i’m sorry.” you stare out the window. “for what?” he hesitates. “everything.” you laugh, but it’s not happy. it’s empty. “too late for that.” the car pulls up in front of your place. you unbuckle, about to get out, but he grabs your wrist gently.

“i miss you,” he whispers. “even now.” you hate him for saying that. you hate him for meaning it. because you still feel it too. even after everything. even after he ruined you. but you don’t say anything. you just get out and shut the door behind you, letting the silence swallow the things you’re too tired to scream. and he stays there, in the car. watching.

waiting.

too late.

too much.

too far gone.

like a wildflower trying to bloom in the wrong season.

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💌: DID I CROSSSSSS THE LINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???????????

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I’m come to the conclusion I can’t be one of those writers who shit out fics everyday 💔

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Here goes another bully… 🤦🏾‍♀️

And no, it’s not Jackson. It’s some other hoe.

So some exposing account posted this about @jacksonsturniolo .

And while Jackson has used rude words to people or whatever, usually it’s to defend himself, or it’s because he was hurt by someone. He’s explained specific situations to me personally and has shown actual concrete receipts to back himself up to me, but I’m not sharing any of that to respect his and the other people’s privacies, especially since the other people aren’t here to defend themselves atm.

So regarding this dumbass expose account, I asked what did Jackson do. Brace yourselves for this dumbass response:

I’m not gonna explain the relationship thing because it isn’t my place to, but the fact they didn’t have anything to say about that is insane.

They got nothing and wanted people to believe them? They made a whole ass account to expose what? The stupidity they have? Funny as hell.

Regarding who it is, I will update you all with who it is because I have zero clue. All they said before their scary ass left deactivated was:

So yeah. Quick and easy. Jackson, you’re good. 👍🏾

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── ⌗ older!matt . . . bunny!reader

❛ what bunny and matt eat in a week ❜

this is just my ideas <3 obviously you may not like everything but this is just for fun and cute !! let me know if I spelt all these foods right because some of them where tricky

೨౿ monday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt’s got crispy bacon, soft scrambled eggs with chives, buttery sourdough toast, and a big mug of black coffee he downs like medicine. bunny eats a little fruit cup with kiwi flowers and pink strawberries, her bunny spoon dipped into coconut yogurt while she swings her feet.

lunch .ᐟ matt opens the bento she made him—rice pandas, tamagoyaki, octopus sausages, and a tiny note: ❝eat up or no kisses.❞ she’s across town poking at an overpriced kale & sesame salad, sipping an iced strawberry matcha with her headphones in.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ miso-glazed salmon, sticky white rice, cucumber salad with sesame oil and chili flakes. he plates hers extra neatly. she claps when she sees it.

night snack .ᐟ she’s curled on his chest, fuzzy socks on, half-asleep while he feeds her peeled tangerine segments. there’s a hello kitty marshmallow on the side of her plate. because of course.

೨౿ tuseday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt’s got his usual—avocado toast with lemon zest, a perfect poached egg, cracked pepper on top, and an espresso he pretends doesn’t taste bitter. bunny has mini waffles with a honey drizzle, blueberries lined up in neat little rows, and a glass of pink milk with a bendy straw.

lunch .ᐟ matt’s eating a shrimp tempura bento she packed, complete with hand-carved radish flowers and a little flag that says ❝go matt!❞ she’s balancing half a mochi donut on a napkin, sipping iced matcha from a mason jar with stickers all over the lid.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ creamy garlic tuscan chicken pasta, grilled zucchini ribbons on the side, and warm basil focaccia he tore by hand. she twirls her fork and calls him chef. he blushes but hides it.

night snack .ᐟ she’s in his lap feeding him strawberry pocky one bite at a time until he caves and rubs her back, muttering, ❝spoiled little bunny.❞ she just grins.

೨౿ wednesday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ crispy bacon, buttery eggs, golden hashbrowns, and a tall americano he drinks while reading the news on his phone. bunny’s breakfast is cuter: a bunny-shaped rice ball with a seaweed smile and a cup of strawberry yogurt she eats with her favorite tiny spoon.

lunch .ᐟ matt’s gets delivered with a kiss—mini onigiri tucked into lettuce cups, crispy karaage bites, pickled radish hearts, and cold soba with dipping sauce in a pink thermos. she munches on a matcha konbini snack, sipping strawberry lemonade with a paper straw she chewed too much.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ diy sushi night. spicy tuna rolls, cucumber maki, avocado nigiri lined up like a little parade. she’s in his apron, giggling, rice in her hair. he kisses soy sauce off her cheek and calls her trouble.

night snack .ᐟ sweet tamago slices eaten cross-legged on the couch, her fingers sticky, laughter spilling as he feeds her the last bite just to watch her smile.

೨౿ thursday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt makes himself a mushroom and gruyere omelette, crisp edges folded just right, with a warm baguette slice and coffee so strong it could fuel a meeting. bunny has banana slices with little peanut butter hearts she dotted on herself and a sprinkle of cinnamon because matt says it’s good for her.

lunch .ᐟ his lunch is packed with care: a thick katsu sandwich, crunchy slaw tucked in foil, and a single matcha cookie shaped like a clover.she picks at a lychee jelly snack first, then eats her overpriced caesar salad with extra garlic puffs while texting him pictures of her fork mid-air.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ beef short rib ramen simmered all afternoon, broth rich and deep. he tops it with jammy eggs, scallions, and a little swirl of chili oil just how she likes it. she slurps it dramatically and he wipes a noodle splash off her nose with a grin.

night snack .ᐟ a cold melona bar in bed, the cartoon playing low while she’s curled up in his hoodie, toes pressed to his leg. he holds the wrapper so her hands stay warm.

೨౿ friday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt eats egg-in-a-hole, golden and perfect in the center, with a matcha shot she made him take like it’s medicine. he grimaced. she giggled. her plate’s stacked with mochi pancakes, whipped cream clouds on top and a syrup heart she carefully drew with the back of a spoon.

lunch .ᐟ his bento is adorable: panda-shaped rice balls, glazed tofu bites, and peach gummies she hid in the corner. he pretends not to notice them until the end. she sips miso soup from a thermos and pokes at her salmon salad like it personally offended her. she ends up eating most of his gummies later.

dinner (fancy date night) .ᐟ they dress up. skyline restaurant. he orders the wine. she orders a rose lychee spritz and holds his hand under the table. duck confit for him, sushi omakase for her. they share everything. dessert comes in a glass dish—yuzu sorbet with tiny gold flakes. he tips too much. she kisses his cheek in the elevator.

night snack .ᐟ they eat fancy chocolate in the car. she’s in his lap, legs tucked up, giggling against his neck while he feeds her pieces like she’s royalty.

೨౿ saturday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt cracks into soft-boiled eggs, dipping buttered toast soldiers with military precision. cappuccino in hand, glasses on, morning paper half-read. she has a flaky croissant with raspberry jam, fingers sticky and smiling. her hot vanilla milk steams beside her in a bunny mug.

lunch .ᐟ a shared picnic on the balcony or park grass. prosciutto, cheese slices, buttery crackers, strawberries cut into hearts, and clinking kombucha bottles. she eats off his plate. he lets her.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ korean bbq night at home. sizzling sliced ribeye, ssam wraps with garlic and rice, spicy kimchi, sauce on her cheek. she builds their bites like love letters. he eats every one.

night snack .ᐟ peach gummy cups peeled open with sleepy fingers. spoonfuls of nutella, smeared across mouths and noses, passed between giggles and lazy kisses.

೨౿ sunday °˖◝

(date day!)

coffee shop hop itinerary .ᐟ stop one: lavender matcha latte, light and floral, topped with a dried rose petal. she gets a mochi muffin, squishy and soft with strawberry bits—takes a photo before every bite. matt gets a plain americano, but steals bites of hers when she’s distracted.

stop two: brown sugar oat latte with extra foam for her, miso butter toast for them to share. the toast is thick-cut milk bread, crispy on the outside, melting with savory-sweet miso butter. he gives her the corner piece—her favorite—without asking.

stop three: strawberry milk tea, extra boba, and a melon pan that’s still warm. they sit at a tiny table outside. he breaks the bread open so the steam escapes. she feeds him the soft inside and keeps the crispy crust for herself.

dinner .ᐟ matt roasts lemon thyme chicken till the skin crisps golden and the meat pulls apart easy. garlic smashed potatoes with browned butter, parsley, and a bit too much salt—just how she likes them. carrots sliced into rosettes, tossed with honey and roasted until candy-sweet. she sets the table with bunny coasters and folded napkins shaped like ears. he pulls out her chair. they eat by candlelight, sharing bites across the table and wiping sauce off each other’s mouths.

night snack .ᐟ a bowl of caramel candies warmed in her palms. she feeds him one between kisses, fingers sticky. he licks the sugar from her fingertips and hums. ❝you spoil me, bunny.❞ ❝you make me full.❞ ❝full of what?❞ ❝you.❞

⋆˚꩜｡ lola talks . . . I expect this to flop >: I did't know how to lay this out grr !! wasn't on my posting schedule but got a couple of asks about it and already had it made.. I basically looked up fancy sounding shit and went on pinterest (yes I got hungry !!)

── ʚ contacts . . . @chrepsi @ph3ebssturniolo @sturnsxbbyeilish @j21l91 @pip4444chris @mattslutt @sophand4n4 @mattscoquette @mi-co-uk @tezzzzzzzz @emely9274 @oopsiedaisydeer @theowensturniolo @httpssturns @matthewsroses @bugs-tags @mattswrinkleton

⌗ © sturniphon

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1. fuck donald trump

2. fuck ICE

3. fuck everyone who voted donald trump even though they probably can’t read this! 🤍

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p.s. fuck trump

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i love you 🥹🥹

Fluff!!! Fluff!! Fluff! It's my birthday today and I'm feeling like reading a cutesy giggly fic hehehe 😝😝

(I've almost broken down crying like 5 times today!!)

happy belated birthday ml!!! hope you had a great day 🤍. so sorry to hear that you cried but hey—birthday cries r lwk the best cries of the year so 🤷🏽‍♀️.

matts birthday gift for reader.

matts love language was gift giving, and he made sure he made that clear when you first got together. he never lets you pay for anything, anything you want, he’ll get for you. he loces to see you spend his money, giving him a long haul after a long day of shopping with your girls. matt always asks to see what nails you get every month, imagine how pretty they would look wrapped around his co—

today was your birthday, and matt went all out. he paid for your hair, nails, a spa trip, and of course, $500 to spend at the mall later. you had thought that was your birthday gift, so you didn’t expect anything on your special day.

oh, how wrong you were.

matt had woken you up with breakfast in bed, a tray filled with pancakes and chocolate syrup, frozen grapes and strawberries on the side and a cup of apple juice as your drink, with a small serving of tres leches as your desert.

as soon as yiu walked into the bathroom, you were met with a money bouquet , a matching jellycat beside it, and pink rose petals scattered around the floor of the bathroom.

after a loooong day of shopping and fucking anywhere and everywhere…you both ended your day with the best part, a birthday cake. because your birthday was in the more “summery” months, matt made sure to get yiu a cake of something you loved the most—oceans, beaches, seashells..so, he had gotten you a simple seashell themed cake, and oh, how it matched you so well.

matt knew you so well, you truly couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.

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a/n ; can yiu tell the ending is rushed 😞

🏷️— @sturniolohohoho @sturn-l0ver @mattybearnard @bluestriips @viviansturns

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Fluff!!! Fluff!! Fluff! It's my birthday today and I'm feeling like reading a cutesy giggly fic hehehe 😝😝

(I've almost broken down crying like 5 times today!!)

happy belated birthday ml!!! hope you had a great day 🤍. so sorry to hear that you cried but hey—birthday cries r lwk the best cries of the year so 🤷🏽‍♀️.

matts birthday gift for reader.

matts love language was gift giving, and he made sure he made that clear when you first got together. he never lets you pay for anything, anything you want, he’ll get for you. he loces to see you spend his money, giving him a long haul after a long day of shopping with your girls. matt always asks to see what nails you get every month, imagine how pretty they would look wrapped around his co—

today was your birthday, and matt went all out. he paid for your hair, nails, a spa trip, and of course, $500 to spend at the mall later. you had thought that was your birthday gift, so you didn’t expect anything on your special day.

oh, how wrong you were.

matt had woken you up with breakfast in bed, a tray filled with pancakes and chocolate syrup, frozen grapes and strawberries on the side and a cup of apple juice as your drink, with a small serving of tres leches as your desert.

as soon as yiu walked into the bathroom, you were met with a money bouquet , a matching jellycat beside it, and pink rose petals scattered around the floor of the bathroom.

after a loooong day of shopping and fucking anywhere and everywhere…you both ended your day with the best part, a birthday cake. because your birthday was in the more “summery” months, matt made sure to get yiu a cake of something you loved the most—oceans, beaches, seashells..so, he had gotten you a simple seashell themed cake, and oh, how it matched you so well.

matt knew you so well, you truly couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.

© rinnzsturns — i do NOT consent to anyone re-uploading, modifying, or plagiarizing my work.

a/n ; can yiu tell the ending is rushed 😞

🏷️— @sturniolohohoho @sturn-l0ver @mattybearnard @bluestriips @viviansturns

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── snow .ᐟ reader x matt

texts — you love matt’s dick 😛✨

⚠︎ fluff, very suggestive, slight sexting, and more

a/n: ✨pound town✨

with love and big tits, rose 🌹

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Chris putting readers bonnet back on in her sleep? I’ve been thinking about writing it myself but I’d love to see your take on it 🤭

rain tapped softly against the windows, its steady sound creating a soothing background noise for both chris and yourself.

your soft snores bounced off the walls, breaking the quiet night and waking chris from his dream for the third time that week. he groaned quietly, loud enough for himself to hear but quiet enough to keep you asleep.

chris stayed awake, scrolling through amazon late into the night, searching for mouth tapes in hopes they might finally help with your snoring problem.

chris giggled quietly to himself as he turned toward you, watching your bonnet slowly slip off your head and your freshly braided hair peek out into the dim light of the night.

he turned toward you slowly and gently, careful not to wake you. he reached out with soft hands and carefully pulled it back over your head, making sure it stayed snug without disturbing your peaceful sleep.

hris leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering for just a moment before picking up his phone and returning to his late-night scrolling.

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🏷️— @sturniolohohoho @sturn-l0ver @mattybearnard @bluestriips @viviansturns

a/n; need ts ngl. sighhh

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im soo unmotivated to write, like have NO ideas istg 🤦‍♀️ if yall could send requests or js asks in general to get me started again please 🙏

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giggling hehehe

You Don’t Own Me

SERIES MASTERLIST

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. Smut, dry humping, anxiety mf, bitch im crying idek anymore 😭😭😭

A/N: someone hold me 🥲 this is barely proofread btw

With love and big tits, Rose

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Part 30: Wreck My Plans

Fuck, it’s impossible to keep my hands off of him. Every second of every day for the past week has been a mix of highs and lows—both drastic and overwhelming. 

Chris had finished up online schooling. I still have a couple more weeks of school, but he’s already scheduled to start working a beginner carpentry job. 

It made me feel bad. He has a job, and I don’t. I’m living under their roof, eating their food, and I don’t even have any sort of income.

I started looking for jobs, but that led to Chris being weird. He kept telling me that I should wait, that I shouldn’t work while I’m trying to finish up school on top of everything else going on in my life right now.

It felt shitty. I’m not sure why he’s been so persistent with me waiting, but it’s been bothersome—a consistent low over the past seven days. 

But right now is one of the highs.

My mouth is hung open, my hands grabbing and squeezing his upper arms as he hovers above me, grinding his clothed bulge into my core. 

We haven’t had sex again, but that didn’t mean we hadn’t been touching each other. 

“Fuckin—god,” he rasps, pulling his lips to drag up my neck. Chris nibbles on my ear, huffing as I let out some sort of squeak as he hits just the right spot. “-my girl, my—my fuckin’ girl.”

The words make me arch into him, my mind turning into static as he slows his pace to drag his hips deliberately—hard into the radiating heat between my legs. 

My ears ring, a slight hum of vibrator distant, yet getting closer. Oh—it’s my phone. I grab onto Chris’ shoulders, a whimper sounding as he rocks himself into me repetitively. Looking at the screen, I see a familiar number. It belonged to one of the jobs I had reached out to, trying to find an application. 

“Chris, it’s the one job—” Before I can finish my sentence, I’m cut off by him letting out some sort of frustrated cry, my face falling as I see the look on his face. 

“Please, baby—just wait, o–okay?” His voice is shaky, his eyes rushedly darting over my face as he hovers over me, still and pleading with his eyes. “-promise I’ll explain…just—fuck,” he husks, rolling his clothed length onto me at the perfect angle—rubbing against my pulsing nerves with a motion that makes my crawl with a tingling sensation. “-need you right now, I…I need y–you.” 

I bite on my lower lip, completely letting the noise of my phone vibrating turn into a background thought. Tangling my hand through his hair, I pull him forward until his lips meet mine, my eyes squinted shut as he starts to tense harder and harder—the pattern of his thrusts a bit sloppy as he moans into my mouth. 

“Keep—keep going, Chris, please,” I whisper, holding him closer as his head dips into the crook of my neck. 

Erratic movements make me jolt. This feels so good it hurts. There’s nothing but him and I right now—swallowed in pleasure and love while melting into sensations of bliss.

My mind turns to mush. The repeated motion makes the knot in the pit of my gut unravel with a bursting electricity. Warmth flushes over every inch of my skin, a lewd moan falling from my mouth consumed into Chris’ lips as he places his lips on mine.

“Oh my—” he grunts into my mouth, a sound erupting that is so raw it makes my sore legs tense again. The aftershocks of my high are settled by each breath, my eyes  trained on him as he pushes himself as hard as he can against me, halting with an apparent warmth. 

It’s weird, but I love seeing him cum. There’s like some sort of possessive desire in the pit of my gut that constantly craves the sight—a sight that’s only meant for me and me only. 

“You look so hot when you cum for me.” I voice, the sultry thoughts escaping my lips before I can fathom any sort of doubt. 

Chris huffs staring up at me, his lips turning into a subtle grin as his eyes twinkle into mine, “-only for you, huh?” he laughs. 

I shrug, nodding as he lets out an even breathy chuckle, laying flat on top of me. The heat makes it a little sticky. My clothes are clinging to my skin slightly, but I don’t care—not enough to move at least. I want to be here. I want to be under him—touching him, my heart beating against his own. 

Clothes didn’t seem to be as annoying until now. I loved the way everything felt, but now? Now I want to feel him—really feel him. 

His skin on mine was like rain against soil. It feels good, sure—but it’s more than that. It feels like it’s meant to be, like I can sense our energies leaking into each other in a way that’s purely intimate beyond physical aspects. 

Chris finally catches his breath. He stares up at me with a goofy smile printed on his face, some of his hairs damp and stuck against his forehead. “Hi,” he voices.

I scrunch my nose, rolling my lips together before letting my eyes float to his. “Hi,” I echo, gently sweeping the hairs on his face to the side with my pointer finger. I let my hand slide down, caressing his cheek. Chris sways into the touch, holding my palm with his own hand behind mine. 

“Hi.”

The repeated statement from his end makes my lips curl into an unrelenting smile. I watch as he drags my hand in front of his face, kissing the center of my palm before interlocking our fingers.

“I should call that number back.” I sigh. 

Before I can remove my hand to reach over for the device, Chris holds tighter, his eyes furrowing as he licks over his bottom lip. 

“I…can we talk?” he asks, shaking his head before letting out a slight laugh, “-can we talk when I have clean underwear, actually?” 

My eyes narrow. I chew gently on my lips, nodding slowly. “I…yeah? You’re making me anxious,” I mention. 

Chris slides off of me. For some reason, I can’t let my eyes rest on him. I look up towards the ceiling, listening to him change and clean himself while my nervous thoughts run rampant through my head. 

“-it’s nothing bad, just…” he comes over, interrupting my thoughts with a swift kiss to my forehead, “-just wanna talk to you.” 

I sink into the mattress towards his body as he lays down. His arm curls around me. My chest squeezes as he takes a deep sigh. 

What is he going to say? 

Why do we need to talk?

Almost as if he’s sensing my anxiety, he squeezes me a bit tighter, letting out a hesitant laugh while pulling me in closer. “I can feel you thinking—it’s…it’s making me anxious.” he jokes. 

I let out a puff of air, shrugging. “Sorry.” 

“You’re okay, don’t say sorry…I…I know I’m probably making you nervous, I just…I don’t wanna say the wrong thing, you know? I don’t…um…”

As his words ramble off to silence, I hear him swallow thickly. I curve my neck to stare up at him, the sight of his eyes so dazed making me realize he’s really lost in thought. 

“Hey,” I voice, rubbing my palm on his chest to catch his attention. His eyes snap towards mine, a slight frown on his lips making me reflect the same expression. “-talk to me.” 

Clearing his throat, his nose twitches. “I, um…well, you know the job I’m starting soon?” I nod. “-well, it…it’s not here, it’s—”

“Not here? What—what do you mean?” I huff, cocking my head towards the side while staring at him. 

Chris gulps. His eyes squint shut, his tongue darting over his lips as they seem desperate for hydration. “It’s in that town, the one our vacation home is in. Dad said I could live there while I start my new—”

“You’re leaving me?” 

The question lingers in the air. Seconds feel like hours as I see the emotions of stress written in his eyes. 

“No…I…I don’t want to. It’s why I was hoping you could look at jobs out there—”

Oh.

Oh.

He wants me to follow. 

“-and we…and then you could—”

The ringing in my ears consumes every thought. I can no longer hear his voice, all I hear is thoughts rushing through my head—too fast to be fully comprehended. 

I’d be leaving. Not that far, but far enough to be away. 

Baylen was going back to college anyhow, rooming with my ex. It’s not like I’d be going to visit him—it’s not like he’d come over to Chris' house to visit either, not after he shoved him that night. 

But I’d also be leaving my mom. No words or explanations she had given did anything but hurt. Excuses upon excuses felt like putting salt in the wound instead of healing—but I want her to say something that will help. 

I want her to be my mom again. 

I can’t just leave…can I?

“-are you okay?”

His voice turns me back into reality. I stare into Chris’ eyes with a saddened defeat. The only family I’d be losing was his. There’s no doubt in my mind that we’d see Jimmy, Matt, and Trevor occasionally—but something about that stings. 

I’m not really losing anything. Not more than I already have.

“Do I even tell my mom or my brother?” I ask. 

Chris sighs, his eyes flickering between mine as he shrugs, shaking his head. “I…I don’t know. You don’t have to come though, you can stay here—I know, I know I don’t own you. I don’t—”

“I’ll think about it.” I say. 

He lets out a heavy breath, his shoulders falling with some relief. My eyes narrow as I look around his room—the walls seeming a lot more nostalgic than the faint memory of the paint of my childhood bedroom. 

I had good memories here—memories that made my soul feel good. I didn’t really have those back at ‘home.’ 

I didn’t really have anything at ‘home’ at all. 

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The air is humming with a slight breeze. Steps patter on the cement, Jimmy’s large boots clacking repetitively while Trevor’s collar jingles. 

Jimmy insisted on an early morning walk just the two of us. Last night's events kept replaying in my head—the second I turned down bacon, Jimmy set down everything and asked me to go on a walk with him and Trevor. 

We walked in silence for a bit. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all. Sleep was still lingering in my posture as I let my feet lightly drag on the ground, the morning summer breeze making me feel more lively. 

“Okay, talk to me, kid. What’s going on? You’ve never turned down my bacon.” he points. 

I huff, laughing at the ridiculous tell-tale sign of my stress. My mom never bothered to ask what was wrong unless I was crying—and that didn’t really happen much. She only knew the signs of distress that a stranger could know while Jimmy knew I was upset because I said no to bacon. 

She feels like a stranger, Jimmy doesn’t. Looking at him felt like I was looking at a support system—family. He has my back, but he also has me. 

The stupid things add up. All the dad jokes just to see me smile, all the questions about my day just to check up on me—they’ve all made me feel secure, he’s made me feel safe. 

He’s made me feel loved and cared for. 

“I, um…” I shake my head, trying to gather the words, “-Chris had…I…”

“He asked about you going out to the vacation home? Getting a job out there, right?” he asks, helping me finish the sentence.

I nod, my face showing a bit of shock as Jimmy laughs.

“Kid was shitting his pants trying to ask. He’s real scared of making you feel trapped, ya know? Doesn’t want you to feel like you’re being controlled, he wants you to make your own decisions, just…just got a heart so full he doesn’t know how to deal with it.” 

“What…what do you mean?” I ask. 

Jimmy pauses. I halt next to him, my eyes looking into his as he spares me a comforting smile. “I mean he’s trying. He’s convinced himself that he’s being selfish with you. He really wants ya to go with him, just…he’s got a lot of love he’s scared of losing.” 

Love to lose. That’s what’s at stake for Chris. He wants me with him, but he wants me to want it too. 

“I want to go with him, but…but it seems…I don’t know…too good to be true?” I mumble.

The weight of my words makes my face scrunch with distaste. I could imagine it. Even though we’ve technically been living together for weeks, this was different—this was just us and we’d be facing new challenges. 

What if one day he decides he doesn’t love me anymore? I mean, Baylen used to love me—maybe he still does, but one thing could break a relationship or even mess it up permanently. 

I don’t want that to be us. It’s riskier if we’re living together as adults. It’s different when it’s a whole new world that we’re having to step into. 

Growing up doesn’t seem easy or predictable. I’m sure of him now, but what if something changes? What if I slow him down or stress him out? 

It’d be inconvenient for me to come with him—it’s like committing to a dog before you’re settled in your home by yourself. 

How are we supposed to know and be sure if he hasn’t even seen what it’s like by himself? 

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.” Jimmy butts, pulling me back from my loophole of thoughts with a firm stare. “-there’s multiple bedrooms. It’s not like you wouldn’t have your own space if you wanted it…it’s just…he’s my kid. I know my kid. He wants this opportunity for both you and him. He knows getting away and being independent would help you both.”

He wants it because it would help us both. Chris has been thinking with us in mind—not just himself. 

“I…I’m sorry about your family, alright? But you need time. You can’t mend a wound only after you’re noticing it, not when it’s so fresh and everyone is just…panicking. You need peace of mind before you can talk, take it from me—would’ve saved me time for a lot of damn things.” he huffs. 

I giggle as Trevor nudges my legs. Looking down, I crouch to pet him, my heart binding with warmth as he rubs himself against me with his snout. 

“I think you’re right, I…I just…I kinda wish it hurt more to leave, I guess. Like, technically, I’m not really leaving any family behind…not—not in a way that’s like…I don’t know how to explain it,” I sigh. 

“Stand up.” 

His voice is firm yet gentle. I straighten my knees, my eyes widening as I feel Jimmy wrap his arms around me, pulling me into his chest in a tight hug. 

Something about the way he’s clutching me into his chest makes my eyes water, a lump in my throat collecting as he rubs my back. 

It doesn’t feel like a hug from a stranger or a friend. It feels like a hug of pure love. 

“I–” a sniffle from him makes my chest collapse, my eyes squinting shut as I feel a warm tear glide down my cheek. “-I’m gonna visit, but god—I feel like I’m losing a son and a daughter. I love you, kid. I…me and Marylouw always wanted a little girl, I just….I know—she would’ve loved you too.”

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ꪆৎ “NO PANTIES ON?” 𓂃 brat!tamer matt

⤷ smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, spanking.

you were at a house party, your hand intertwined with matt's as he conversed with his friends, drinking the cheap beer offered to you while they all talked about...whatever. it seemed important to them, but you just wanted to have fun. but it seemed like no one was paying attention to you. you whined, trying to catch matt's attention, your voice higher than usual, more whiny. you elbowed him, not expecting much, but hoping he'd at least give you a smile.

after a few minutes of whining, throwing your weight onto him, getting no reaction from anyone but his friends' amusement, and a small “behave,” in your ear, he finally snapped. his grip tightened on your hand, making it uncomfortable, and he tugged on your arm, pulling you toward the bathrooms in the back of the party house.

he was silent until you reached the bathroom, pushing you inside and locking the door behind you. he leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. he looked...angry? aroused? you couldn’t tell. "what do you want? what’re you whinin’ in my ear for, huh?” he said simply, frustration clear in his voice.

you glared up at him. "you know exactly what i want." you said simply, stepping closer to him and tilting your head up to meet his eyes. "now are you gonna give it to me or do i have to beg?"

he raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to you. he gripped your hips, fingers digging into your skin through the thin fabric of your skirt. "watch it." he snapped, voice low and dangerous.

you bit your lip, his hands beginning to roam your body. "please." you breathed out, voice unsteady as he pushed you back toward the sink, bending you over it and running his hands up your thighs. he hitched up your skirt, letting it bunch at your waist, and looked down.

"no panties on?” he muttered, moving a hand between your legs to feel how wet you were. "you such a fucking slut." he said quietly, before pushing two fingers inside of you roughly. you let out a loud moan, throwing your head back, which earned a spank on the ass from him. it was pathetic, honestly.

"keep it down." he growled, fingers curling inside of you and scissoring apart. he thrust into you slowly, as if to savor every second of this. "i should just leave you like this, stuck here with my fingers up your cunt." he breathed out against your ear. you whined again, and he tsked, pulling his fingers out and smacking your ass again. "beg for it." he ordered.

"please-" you moaned loudly, "please matt, i'm begging you! fuck me!" you shouted it, hoping he wouldn't be mad at how loud you were being. "that's it." he muttered, lining himself up with your entrance before pushing into you in one quick thrust. you screamed at the sudden feeling of fullness and pain, squeezing his arms around your waist tighter as he bottomed out inside of you.

he didn't give you much time to adjust, starting a punishing rhythm that had the sink nearly banging against the wall, and you screaming in pleasure each time he hit deep inside of you. he fucked into you relentlessly, not stopping until he felt you clenching around him and moaning out his name.

he grunted, continuing to move his hips in short thrusts as he emptied himself inside of you, making sure you felt every hot spurt of his release. when he finally pulled out, he patted your ass affectionately before fixing your skirt and stepping away. "i think we're done here." he said simply, unlocking the door and walking out.

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