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stvrnsslvts · 3 months ago

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Posting for awareness and informative purposes only!! I am not a bully or hater by any means!!

(the first two pictures are my post. The third and fourth pictures are a post that was posted today)

Firstly, I want to say I did not come here to be hateful, only to spread awareness. Writing is my #1 hobby just like many others on this app. My account isn't that big, I just under 1,000 followers and I am thankful for every single one of them. I work hard on my writing. I'm 24 years old with a full-time job and a mother to a 3-year-old dog. I stay up late most nights to write, edit, interact, etc. just like so many others on here. I love writing just as much as I love the triplets and it doesn't feel good when I log into my account to see other writers messaging me about someone stealing my work. Regardless if this is just an introduction post, this is my work copied and rephrased.

@bernardsbendystraws always preaches about how we should ask to use others work for inspiration. This increases the chances of your work getting reblogged, shared, and interacted with by other big accounts. When I say I'm not a hater, I mean that shit. I love talking to people on here. I brainstorm with anyone who private messages me. I help others with their writing. I don't how many followers you have or how cute your account is, I interact with anything I like.

Had this person asked to use my work as inspo beforehand, I would've reblogged, liked, commented on every single post and followed immediately. I get so much warmth when someone shows an interest in my writing, so I understand 100%. But what we're not gonna do is copy and paste my work, flip a few words, and claim it as yours. Not only did you do that, you refused to take it down and only said you'd rewrite it after I asked repeatedly asked you take it down. Then claimed you worded your message wrong. I'm not mad, I'm just saying - from my perspective, this is really shady.

I also want to state I am NOT the originator of babydaddy!Chris, there in fact was another account who had a babydaddy!Chris Au (still there but not active that I know of) before I posted mine.

Taking inspiration from someone else's Au and copying them are two different things. For example, @leoslaboratory has a babydaddy!Chris Au that came out after mine that is completely different. She uses her own ideas from her own head, plans it out herself, and fucking kills it on top of all that! Even though our Au's are different, she still credited me even though she technically didn't have to. Highly respected of her btw. Everyone check out her Au because it is honestly amazing!! <3

When you follow someone for months and all the sudden come out with 'your' work (like pictured above) that is identical to theirs, that is called copying. When you look up to someone's work, put your own twist on it, and come up with your own layout - that's calling taking inspiration.

I just want everyone to be more cautious and considerate of others. This might be just Tumblr, but some people work really hard on here as crazy as that sounds.

And to the person who this is about, I blurred out your name because I genuinely hate it when people get bullied on here, that's the last thing I want to happen. I don't want to be responsible for that. I just hope you learned from this mistake and will grow from it! Writing about the triplets is supposed to be fun and doing things like this take the fun out of it. And trust, brainstorming up your own ideas if a lot more thrilling than going to someone else's page to take their work!

That's all I have to say - look forward to some posts from me soon 🫶🏻

Tagging others for awareness purposes only - @sweetshuga @chrisbratt333 @mattscoquette @muwapsturniolo @starrii-sturns @strnilolover @sofisturns @shadowthesim237

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stvrnsslvts · 3 months ago

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Posting for awareness and informative purposes only!! I am not a bully or hater by any means!!

(the first two pictures are my post. The third and fourth pictures are a post that was posted today)

I also want to state I am NOT the originator of babydaddy!Chris, there in fact was another account who had a babydaddy!Chris Au (still there but not active that I know of) before I posted mine.

I just want everyone to be more cautious and considerate of others. This might be just Tumblr, but some people work really hard on here as crazy as that sounds.

That's all I have to say - look forward to some posts from me soon 🫶🏻

Tagging others for awareness purposes only - @sweetshuga @chrisbratt333 @mattscoquette @muwapsturniolo @starrii-sturns @strnilolover @sofisturns @shadowthesim237

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stvrnsslvts · 3 months ago

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MIAAA😭😭

I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER

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. Crying, nudity, kissing, body worship, suggestive (very), yelling, angst

A/N: I'm crying with a boner. Idek anymore

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With love and big tits, Rose

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P18: Anything

The second we walk through the door, Chris darts to point his finger at Mia. I flinch as I watch his nostrils flare, his jaw tight as he shakes his head.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he interrogates, Mia shrinking into herself.

I look over, seeing the bathroom light peeking below the closed door down the hallway. Walking behind Chris, I place my hand on his shoulder, the muscles tense as he continues to peer down at Mia.

“Chris, it’s not her fault, it was my—”

“I’ll get to you later.” he tuts, shrugging off my hand.

He shakes his head, letting out a puff of air as his shoulders rise and fall with pure frustration. “You really thought going to a party was gonna be fuckin’ fun?” he curses.

I wince at the rough language, trying to pull on the sleeve of his shirt as Mia’s bottom lip wobbles.

The sound of rushed footsteps makes my gaze turn upwards. I see Matt jogging in the room, walking around and sitting on the couch, pulling Mia under his arm tightly as he glares at Chris.

“Chris,” he spits, his face scrunched with anger, “-remember what we talked about. Leave my girl alone.” he states.

My spine straightens as Chris turns around. His tongue prods on his cheek from the inside of his mouth, his nose twitching as he takes a deep breath.

The second his eyes snap open at me, I feel my skin pulse with a cool sweat. He nudges his head, urging me to follow behind him as he stalks off towards his room.

“Go.”

I follow the sound, looking down at Matt as he raises his eyebrows at me, his arm snuggling Mia against his chest.

“He’s…trying. He might suck at it, but—it’ll…it’ll make more sense.” he explains.

My lips roll together. I swallow the lump in my throat, sparing Mia a small pout as I watch her pout with squinted eyes.

Guilt consumes me as I walk down the hallway. I did that to Mia. I should’ve sat with her, or maybe even on the floor next to her. She’s supposed to be my friend and I was completely reckless with her safety.

Hesitantly, I look up to see Chris. He’s holding his room door open, looking at me with an unreadable expression.

Walking past him, I sit on the edge of the bed, my eyes blurring as I feel more tears form. I swallow thickly as I hear the door shut.

His steps echo. Chris stands in front of me, his arms crossed, staring down at me—I don’t have to look to know, I can feel it. I gaze down, my eyes heavy with guilt and tears as I stare at his dirty sneakers.

“I…” I shift my feet on the ground, clutching my hands to hug myself as I take in a shaky breath. “-’m sorry.” I breathe out, clasping my hand over my mouth as a sharp cry echoes.

My eyes squint shut, forcing the stray tears to leak down my face. I hear him move. The delicate touch of his hands resting on my knees makes me feel like I’m bracing for impact.

I hate being yelled at—I hate disappointing people.

I hate feeling stupid.

A sniffle makes me cringe with embarrassment. His rough hands start to slightly move on my knees, almost soothingly.

“Hey,” he speaks, his voice soft.

I peek my eyes open, my face scrunching with confusion rather than distress. He’s on his knees in front of me, looking up at me as if he’s trying to tell me it’s okay.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

My lips open and shut. I feel my skin pulse with too many sensations, wiping at my face as I feel crusted mascara making my cheeks hurt with any movement.

“You—you’re mad and you’re gonna yell and—”

“Do you want the makeup off? Do you want some different clothes?” he asks, interrupting me.

Hesitantly, I give him a short nod. He seems genuine, his face relaxed besides his eyes squinting with worry.

Chris gets up, pulling out clothes from his closet, walking to the bathroom and coming back with a wet rag.

“We don’t have any makeup take-off sponge whatever things—”

I ignore his poor makeup knowledge, my head tilting as he offers me the cloth.

“Aren’t you…mad?” I ask, starting to scrub the mess on my face.

Even if it makes my skin red, it can’t be worse than whatever I look like right now—probably a racoon of some sort.

The freshness of the damp rag makes my chest feel lighter. Every inch of my face being wiped makes me feel more clean, more grounded.

“I’m…I’m not mad. I just,” he huffs, rubbing a hand over his mouth as he pushes the pile of clothes closer to me. “-just get comfortable and then we can talk, alright?” he suggests.

My nose twitches as I sniffle. I nod slowly, my hands twisting together in my lap as Chris starts to turn around.

“Wait,” I say, grabbing onto his wrist before he can take another step.

He stares at me with a soft confusion, his lips pulled together in a tight line as he waits for me to speak.

“Can you—can you just…stay? I really don’t feel like being alone right now.” I state.

Chris nods slowly, turning around as he runs a hand through his hair. The clothes on the bed next to me are soft. I unfold the T-shirt, the inherent smell of him making my heart flutter in my chest.

My fingers fiddle to the zipper on the side of my tube top. The thin metal line is janky, the metal clasp unmoving as I sigh with frustration.

“Are you…okay?” he asks, his back towards me.

I had Mia help me with my top. This stupid piece of clothing was impossible to get on or off without two people. I blame that stupid catastrophe for me forgetting to charge my phone. Maybe this whole night wouldn't have been so chaotic if I picked a different top.

“I need help with my, uh, with my top.” I remark.

Chris slowly turns around. The pulse in my ears echoes as he slowly lowers himself, his knees resting on the ground as he hesitantly reaches his hands out.

Lifting an arm, I rest my hand on his shoulder, allowing him more space to access the side zipper. I swallow thickly as his cold fingers brush against my skin, the sudden change of temperature soothing, shocking enough to make me feel lost in the moment.

“Is this okay?” he asks, looking up at me as he starts to slowly tug the metal. My head bobs up and down, my chest feeling tighter as swarms of butterflies float up from my stomach.

His eyes are trained on mine. I hear the metal zipper slide down, the cold air paired with his light touch making my brain feel fuzzy.

I don’t bother holding the fabric up. The top falls on my lap, my bare chest exposed as I watch him keep his eyes up on me, blinking slowly as his lips part slightly.

Silence.

This should be awkward, I should be feening for some coverage, yelling at him to turn around.

But I’m not.

In fact, I reach down to his hand on my waist, tugging it upwards until he cups the underside of my breast. He swallows harshly. His eyes are still focused on mine, his lips panting with quick breaths.

“I…I wanna explain,” he gasps, fighting as his hand lightly caresses over my skin.

The touch burns, almost like ice cold water that stings. It’s electric, it’s grounding.

Parting my legs, I press my knees onto either side of his ribs as he kneels before me. Chris squints his eyes shut. I lick over my lips as he exhales a shaky breath.

“God, you—you’re making it hard for me to think,” he sighs.

My chest heaves with pride. I bring my hand down onto his shoulder, massaging up into his hair as I tug his face closer to my chest.

His eyes flutter open, staring up at me as I feel his lips brush against my nipple. He blinks slowly at me, his lips parting as he swallows around the sensitive bud, a gasp falling from my mouth as he swirls his tongue around the delicate skin.

“God,” I breathe, clutching his face even closer as his hands find their way to my waist. My mouth falls open as he groans against me, the vibration making my skin crawl as heat rises over my face.

“Gotta,” he pants over the top of my breast, placing a soft, sloppy kiss before staring up at me, “-gotta stop. I need you to know the truth, I don’t,” his eyes flutter shut as he swallows around the sensitive bud again, “-don’t want to lose you.” he husks.

Chris leans his forehead against my chest, panting for air as I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stiffen. His hands reach out to the shirt on the bed. I let him slide it over my head, sliding my arms through the sleeves.

He shifts while I strip the uncomfortable skirt off. I don’t bother putting the sweats on, opting for just underwear as I turn around to see him with his eyes closed, focused on breathing, a slight frustration laced in his face.

The bed dips as I crawl next to him. Chris peeps open his eyes, swallowing as he notices my bare thighs.

“You’re gonna kill me.” he says, looking up to my face as I spare him a small smile.

Shrugging, I rest my head next to him, on the singular pillow as I watch him rest on his arm folded behind his head. His hand twitches on his chest.

“Come here.” I urge, holding open my arm and lifting my leg.

Chris moves in hesitantly, his hand resting on my bare thigh as he pulls my legs further over him. “I…thanks,” he mumbles, humming as I begin running my hand up and down his back, letting my nails graze through his thin shirt.

“Talk to me.” I whisper, watching as Chris lets his eyes float up to mine, his eyes glazing over as he bites on his lip.

“I….I…” he trails off, his hand squeezing around my leg a little tighter as he braces himself, “-’m sorry. What I said…it was fucked up, I just—people get reckless when they’re with friends.”

Oh.

My face falls with sympathy. Chris lets himself take a big inhale, the puff of air fanning through the air as everything becomes quiet.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt. It’s fucked up, I know, Matt talked to me. I was at your window to talk and—”

“-and I did the exact thing you thought would happen.” I fill in.

His lips fall shut. He stares up at me with a numb expression. “Yeah, but…you deserve to live and be happy and…I want you to have friends, it’s just—I want you to be safe.” he says.

Safe.

God, how could I be so stupid?

I couldn’t even spare him a second before being petty and seeking some sort of revenge.

And he was the one to come make sure I was safe.

“I’m so sorry, Ch—”

He cuts me off, staring down at the shirt covering my chest, avoiding my gaze. “No, I shouldn’t have said that. Just…losing my mom and Nick, it really changed me. I—it’s hard to sleep, or even function when I don’t know if you’re–”

Chris chokes on the words. I look down, my eyes softening as I see his lips twitching.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

I can feel my heart clench in my chest. His voice is utterly broken, his eyes blinking furiously as I see the slight glaze of tears fade.

“I just want you to be safe and I know I can do that, I know…I know—”

“Chris.” I interrupt.

He stares up at me, licking over his lips as he swallows harshly. I pet the loose strands of hair away from his forehead, leaving down and pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Thank you,” I whisper, his eyes twinkling as he stares up at me with a doe gaze, “-really, thank you.”

His hand clutches tighter around my thigh. He pulls me impossibly closer, nuzzling into my chest as he whispers against me.

“Anything for you. Anything.”

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stvrnsslvts · 3 months ago

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ROSEE OH MY FUCKING GOSH

LITTERALLY CANF WAIT FOR P18 <( •̀ᴖ•́)>

You Don’t Own Me

SERIES MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. Panic attack, drugs, alcohol, mentions of suggestive content

A/N: I tried to make it in one chapter, but this is gonna have to be multiple sorry lovies </3

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With love and big tits, Rose

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P17: Safe?

“He told you what?” Mia exclaims, her eyes wide as she looks over at me.

After Chris dragged me back to his room to ‘talk,’ there really wasn’t that much fucking talking. If anything, it was him trying to coddle me, mumbling to himself until he said words that made my tongue bleed from how hard I bit on the soft muscle.

“I don’t want you hanging out with her alone.”

His words, his dumb fucking words. They made my blood boil, my body aching from an echoing pulse before I stormed out of the house, not bothering to even get my school bag from Matt’s room.

Thankfully, Matt returned it later that night—thankfully, it wasn’t Chris who was knocking on my window for once.

I shrug my shoulders, clutching the ice cream cup more as I lick the sweet treat off the spoon. “Yeah. I mean…that’s fucked, right?” I ask.

Mia nods, poking her spoon into her ice cream cup as she grimaces. “Yes, very fucked. If Matt did that…” she says, trailing off with a disappointed shake of her head.

I roll my eyes. “Matt would never do that, though.” I mutter.

He never would. Mia’s lucky. Matt is a lot more reasonable.

At least he wasn’t toxic.

“But, what are you telling me then? I’m confused.” she says.

My lips curl into a smile, the idea floating and drifting into my mind falling from my mouth with a subtle dry laugh.

“Well,” I start, swallowing some of the ice cream before clearing my throat, “-I’m gonna go to one of the lame-ass parties, make sure that Chris knows he can’t control me. I mean, I don’t even fucking understand why he doesn’t want me to hang out with you. No offense,” I look up and down, wincing as I notice the tiny bow sewn into the top of her shirt, “-if I’m not allowed to hang out with you, who the fuck would he even let me hang out with.”

Mia nods with understanding. “Makes sense, but don’t those parties….I don’t know….like, suck?” she asks.

“Yeah, but I’m petty.” I remark. She nods again, chewing on her lip.

“What about Shawn? Doesn’t he make you really uncomfortable?” she interrogates. My head bobs up and down once more, my shoulders shrugging as I let out a bored sigh. “Well, what if I, what if I went with you?” she offers.

My face scrunches. The thought of Mia at a party seems out of place. I can only imagine her in the comfy clothes she’s in. Lots of oversized zip ups with plain, soft shirts underneath—most having that cute bow sewn in at the top hem.

Hell, I couldn’t even imagine her getting in a sequence dress or anything. It just felt odd.

“You don’t have to do that. Plus, Matt would kill me—-”

“We don’t have to tell him. This is just so you feel like you’re free again,” she blushes, looking down into her cup as she swirls her spoon, “-and I really wanna say I’ve been to a party, to be honest.” she mutters.

I bite on my lower lip, my eyes squinting with mischief. “Perfect. But-” I lean in closer, giving her a warning look, “-you can’t wander off, alright? I don’t care if you’re pulling on my clothes like a toddler, do not leave my side. Got it?” I question.

Mia nods with wide eyes. I sit back up, shrugging as I let out a deep breath.

“Wanna get ready at my place? It’s a Saturday, I know there’s gotta be at least something happening tonight.” I announce, pulling out my phone and going to Shawn’s contact.

“Yes! Oh my god, I’m so excited!” she squeals.

A smile covers my face from her tone. I type a quick message to Shawn, my lips curling more as he types back within an instant, giving me an address of a party tonight. It’s the same house I was at the night I met Chris. At least I know where I’m going.

At least I’ll be going with an actual friend.

___

Music echoes through my room. I’m shifting through my closet, an irreplaceable smile on my face as I pick out an outfit.

I feel like I’m in a movie, picking out my friend’s outfit before we go do something memorable. I’m already dressed. A tight tube top with a thin zipper on the side, a denim mini skirt, and sneakers.

“Ohhhhh, I like this,” Mia points, pulling out a sundress of mine.

“That’s not exactly party-clothes. Here,” A laugh pushes through my lips. I push the hanger back in, pulling her hand over to the shirt in my hand. “-what about this?” I ask.

She hesitantly takes the hangers from my hand, holding up the outfit and analyzing the clothes with a nervous gulp. “Are you sure? This seems like—”

I cut her off, spinning her around by the shoulders, pushing her towards the bathroom. “Just try it on!” I urge.

Mia walks off to the bathroom. I stalk over to my bay window, sitting and closing my eyes as I take a deep breath.

This doesn’t feel good.

Sure, being petty and feeling free did, but I didn’t wanna feel like I have to do this. Why couldn’t Chris always be sweet? Why did he have to be so…ugh.

My body jolts as I hear a tap on the glass pane behind me. I gulp, turning around slowly, coming face to face with him.

Chris.

Fuck.

Mia will be out any second. She definitely looks like she’s going to a party. My outfit could pass by as casual, hers couldn’t.

I turn around quickly, pulling open the window as my heart echoes in my ears. “What are you doing here? I—”

“Why are you dressed like that?” he asks, gazing over my appearance. His tone isn’t cruel, it’s curious.

My eyes drift to the bathroom door, my pulse hammering as I feel my face get warm. “I just wanted to get dressed up today, I—what are you doing here?” I repeat, flinching as I bit too hard on the inside of my cheek.

Chris moves, trying to climb in through my window. His brows furrow as I push him back, blocking the entrance as I try to shield his view of the inside of my room as much as possible.

“Can we talk?” he asks.

My lips roll together. I shake my head firmly, huffing out a sigh as my eyes narrow down at him.

Chris swallows thickly. He takes a step back, looking down and avoiding my gaze. “I–um, okay. I’ll…I’ll give you some space, but,” his lips smack open and shut, “-can we talk…soon?” he asks.

“Yeah, whatever. Soon.” I puff, closing the window as he starts to back away slowly.

My eyes squint together as I hear the bathroom door open, Mia’s head peeking out as she stares at me with wide eyes.

“Does this…look okay?” she questions, hesitantly stepping out.

Holy fuck.

My jaw drops. The sight of her dressed in my clothes is different, unfamiliar, but not exactly bad. She looks good—really good.

“Jesus, Mia.” I breathe, my eyes tracing over her hesitant hands as they slide over the small mini skirt.

She’s wearing a bright blue top, one that has more coverage, but is tight. The skirt is black, simple but cohesive. She has on her typical converse, the slight frills of her socks peeking out making me smile.

“I feel hot!” she exclaims, twirling around and strutting a pose.

My lips flubber with a giggle, I hear my phone chime, looking down to see a text from Shawn.

“Ready?” I ask, watching as she looks down, taking in a second glance of the outfit before looking up at me with a firm nod.

___

It’s too fucking loud. Regret coils in my gut as I shove through a crowd of sweaty bodies, the bass nearly shaking the mansion as I cautiously watch the chandelier above me.

This is not worth it.

Sure, I felt free, but I didn’t exactly feel safe.

Mia’s too passive. Her hands keep losing me as she refuses to shove through the bodies, trying to stop and say ‘excuse me.’

“C’mon,” I yell, my eyes trained on Mia as she squishes through a bundle of dancing girls who are barely standing up right.

Once she pushes through, I grasp onto her wrist, tugging her behind me as I walk up the curved stairs, stopping at another living room.

This house is huge. It’s more of a castle than a mansion.

Shawn and his buddies come into sight. They’re all sprawled on the couch. Bottles of beer and an assortment of different drugs sit on the coffee table. I flinch at the distinct smell of weed.

“Let’s just,” I pull Mia closer, making her sit on the empty single sofa chair before walking over and plopping next to Shawn. My fingers pinch the bridge of my nose. I take a deep sigh, trying to ease the ache in my temples.

“Hey,” Shawn slurs, his eyes hazily blinking at me as I direct my attention towards him.

The chatter around us is quieter, but it’s still loud. I feel his knee bump into mine. A sigh falls from my lips, but I’m not exactly annoyed with the touch. At least it’s better than being stuck in a crowd of grinding bodies.

“Hi.” I reply.

My eyes narrow as I watch him reach forward, pushing his beer can into my hands.

I shake my head from side to side, pushing the drink back towards him as he shrugs, sighing as he places it back onto the coffee table in the middle of all the couches and chairs.

“Just thought I’d offer. You look a bit,” his lips twist towards the side, “-miserable.”

A short laugh falls from my lips at the statement. I feel his hand land on my thigh, cringing as I lightly brush it off.

“I..I’m sorry.”

His words catch me off guard. I look over to see his eyes falling with sympathy.

“I should just take the hint. I guess—-I just…I really liked you. But, I’ll try to lay off.” he says, removing his hand and placing it back onto his own knee.

The surrounding noise seems to buzz faintly in my ears. My eyes focus on him as I analyze his face. His words weren’t that slurred, he’s not completely gone from reality.

He means it.

“It’s…it’s okay. I, um, I appreciate it, really.” I remark, my lips pulling into a tight line as I watch him hum, taking another swig of his drink.

Huh.

Who would’ve thought the highlight of my night would be Shawn of all things.

Looking over my shoulder, my heart drops as I see it—an empty chair, the chair Mia is supposed to be sitting in.

Fuck.

“Where—” I look over to the guys on the couch opposite to me, “-where’s Mia?” I question, standing up and peeking my head around each corner.

She’s gone.

“Your friend?” One of them asks. I nod furiously, my face falling with panic. “She was gonna find a bathroom or something, I don’t know.” he remarks carelessly.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, whipping around to see Shawn with a stern expression.

“I’ll help you find her. She’s probably just in one of the rooms around here, let’s go look, okay? It’s fine.” he assures, the calm tone doing little to ease the panic shriveling through my body.

___

I can’t find her. It’s been awhile—too long. Shawn and I have searched in every room, even walking in on a couple occupied rooms. Those images would be scarred in my brain forever.

Tears are strolling down my face. I know my makeup is a mess, but I can’t find it in myself to care. Not when I can feel a tear of anxiety ripping me apart from the inside-out.

Mia’s probably utterly lost. She doesn’t even know her way around the mansion, she couldn’t even shove through a crowd of bodies without my help.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Shawn grabs the tops of my shoulders, pushing down as he forces me to sit on the edge of a bed.

My breath hitches, hiccups erupting sporadically as streams of sadness slide down my cheeks.

Everything is too loud. I can’t even hear Shawn next to me.

He notices this, closing the door to the bedroom, the immediate mumble of some of the noise making my eyes focus onto him.

“What am I gonna do?” I sob, my chest vibrating with waves of panic.

The bed dips next to me, I feel Shawn wrap his arm around me, pulling me into himself as I let my tears soak into his shirt.

My body goes limp. I let myself sink into his hold with pure defeat.

“It’s gonna be okay. I told all the guys to keep an eye out and…” he holds me a little closer, his voice getting softer as a broken cry erupts from the back of my throat.

I’m vibrating. Every pore of my body is on fire, my chest constricted and tight. I sit up from Shawn, my eyes bulging as I try to take a deep breath. My lips part, but no air seeps through.

I can’t breathe.

“What—hey, what’s—shit,,” he panics, pushing me to lay with my back flat on the bed.

I stare up at the ceiling, my heart lurching to my throat as my lungs burn.

I need air. I really, really need a fucking singular breath, but nothing is coming in—-or out.

Mia’s lost. She’s probably scared out of her mind—hell, she might even be dead.

Oh my god.

I can’t fucking breathe.

“-look at me, c’mon,” Shawn is slightly hovering over me, trying to pet my sweaty hair off of my face, peeling some of the strands out of my mouth.

The mascara leaking into my eyes stings. It also tastes bad as I feel a hint of the makeup seep into my mouth. Shawn seems to take notice, wiping the dark liquid away from my lips as he takes deep breaths for himself. I try to follow the pattern, but still nothing.

No air, no relief, no safety.

No escape, either.

A heart-wrenching sob leaves my mouth. Everything noise is drowned by the ringing in my ears as I squint my eyes shut.

I feel hands touch me, movements barely registering as I feel myself get pulled up and into a hug. It’s not Shawn. These hands are colder, but they’re familiar.

Chris.

“-no, I didn’t do anything! She’s cryin because—”

Shawn is rushing to explain himself, holding his hands up with defense as Chris glares at him with a tight jaw. The relief of air sliding down my throat makes me dizzy. I feel myself crumble further into his hold, his hands grasping tighter as I greedily gasp for air.

This probably looks awful. Shawn’s on top of me in an empty room and I’m crying, struggling to breathe.

“He—he didn’t,” my vision is blurry, the lack of consistent breathing makes every task ten times harder, “-didn’t do anything. Couldn’t—Mia, I—,”

“She went home with Matt.” Chris says, his voice echoing softly into my ear as I feel him pet the back of my head.

She’s safe.

God, how could I be so reckless?

Chris holds onto me tight. I turn around, giving Shawn a sympathetic smile. He returns the gesture, running his hands over his face as Chris helps me walk out of the room.

It’s all blurry. Smushed bodies and too many sensations.

As soon as we walk outside, I notice the car that typically sits in the back of the garage untouched.

Chris unlocks the vehicle. He opens the passenger door, helping me sit down. I barely have any time to react before he’s reaching over me, clasping my seatbelt into place for me.

“Than—thank you,” I say.

He stalls for a second, humming in response before standing back up, closing the door, and walking to the other side of the car.

At least I finally feel safe.

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Sleepy head -M.S

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Y/N quietly walked into Matt's room, admiring the way the moonlight cascaded through the window, casting a soft glow over his sleeping form. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him peacefully snoring, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

She had always found him attractive, but watching him sleep made him even more so. His messy hair falling over his forehead, his long lashes resting against his cheeks, and the way his lips slightly parted... Y/N couldn't resist the urge to touch him.

With gentle steps, she made her way to the side of the bed, kneeling down beside him. She leaned in, her face inches away from his, but he remained peacefully asleep. Y/N's heart raced with anticipation as she leaned in closer, her lips hovering just above his.

Her hand reached out and brushed his hair away from his face, her fingers lightly trailing along his jawline. She couldn't resist any longer and pressed her lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss.

Matt stirred in his sleep, but his eyes remained closed. Y/N smiled against his lips, knowing that he was still asleep and unaware of her actions. She pulled away from the kiss, her eyes scanning his face as she let her hand roam down his chest.

Her fingers trailed over the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth and hardness of his chest underneath. She could feel herself growing wet with desire, the thought of taking control over him sending a rush of excitement through her body.

With a mischievous grin, Y/N leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his neck, trailing her lips down towards his collarbone. She could feel his chest rising and falling faster now, a sign that he was being affected by her touch even in his sleep.

Her hand traveled lower, reaching the hem of his shirt. Without hesitation, she slipped her hand underneath, feeling the soft skin of his stomach. Her fingers lightly danced over his skin, causing Matt to let out a small moan in his sleep.

Y/N couldn't resist any longer and pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. She took a moment to appreciate the view before leaning in and placing a trail of kisses down his chest, towards his stomach.

She could feel his muscles tense under her touch, his body shifting slightly as she made her way lower. She reached the waistband of his shorts, and with a quick movement, she pulled them down, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

Y/N's mouth watered at the sight of him, and without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, slowly sliding her lips up and down his length. She could feel him growing harder as she continued, his breathing becoming more labored.

As she picked up the pace, Matt began to stir, finally realizing what was happening. His eyes snapped open, and he looked down at Y/N with a mix of confusion and pleasure. But before he could say anything, she took him deeper into her mouth, causing him to let out a loud moan.

Matt couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he was feeling. He let himself relax back into the bed, allowing Y/N to have her way with him. Her tongue expertly gliding over his length, her hand working in sync with her mouth.

He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. With one final thrust, he released into her mouth, and Y/N eagerly swallowed every drop.

Panting heavily, Matt pulled Y/N up to him, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. "What... what was that?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath.

Y/N simply smiled and shrugged, "I just couldn't resist the temptation of watching you sleep."

Matt chuckled and pulled her closer, their naked bodies pressed against each other. "Well, I'm certainly not complaining." he said before kissing her again.

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A/N - my throat is actually really sore rn, so the thought of this actually makes me feel better

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stvrnsslvts · 3 months ago

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Sleepy head -M.S

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He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. With one final thrust, he released into her mouth, and Y/N eagerly swallowed every drop.

Panting heavily, Matt pulled Y/N up to him, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. "What... what was that?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath.

Y/N simply smiled and shrugged, "I just couldn't resist the temptation of watching you sleep."

Matt chuckled and pulled her closer, their naked bodies pressed against each other. "Well, I'm certainly not complaining." he said before kissing her again.

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A/N - my throat is actually really sore rn, so the thought of this actually makes me feel better

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