#chrismd x reader

[snoopyclarkey]

overstimulation

chris dixon x fem reader <3

summary: after a stressful week for chris all you want to do is something for him, but he has other ideas.

a/n: 18+ mdni

wc: 2.1k

content: pussy eating, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lads).

chris dixon was not the type of man to do anything half assed. he coveted and worshiped his partners, planning special birthday dinners and he was always in charge of planning holidays. he didn’t want you to stress, to have to think about anything, he always had everything covered. since being with chris all you’ve ever had to do was show up because he always took care of the rest.

sometimes you felt guilty, never really feeling like you were pulling your weight in the relationship, but he always reassured you. his love language was quality time - all he wanted was to spend time with you. but when saturday rolled around after a particularly stressful and hectic week for chris, the guilt hit you again. while still under your cozy sheets lounging together under the morning sun that was streaming in through your window you bring up his long week, “is there anything i can do for you?”

you should have figured that everything he wanted to do with his saturday still revolved around you. he treats you to brunch, each of you stealing bites off of the other’s plates. afterwards, you two lazily walk the streets with full bellies, chris pulling you into any shop he notices catches your eye. when you notice a pub that appears relatively quiet for a saturday afternoon you pull him inside. you interrupt his protests of it only being 2 o’clock by saying, “chris, you deserve a pint, live a little bit.”

one pint turned into two, which turned into three and after one too many cocktails for yourself chris decided it was time for you two to head back to your flat. you giggle to each other through the streets, walking hand in hand in your own little world. “when we get back, we should watch movies in our pajamas and get takeaway,” you suggested, “you can even pick the movie.”

“well, let’s get back before you change your mind about that,” he teased. 

you two finally make it to your flat and clumsily slip out of your shoes in the entryway. you keep locking eyes and giggling, giddy at being day drunk on a random saturday, “aren’t i full of great ideas?” you ask, cheeks flushed.

chris looks at you as thoughtfully as he can in his tipsy state and brings his hand up to cradle your jaw, “you are, sometimes,” he makes himself chuckle, “but so am i, now go change into something comfy.” his voice is commanding as he swats at your butt as you go to turn down the hall to your shared bedroom.

you feel light and floaty as you hum to yourself while pulling a pair of sweatpants out of your open dresser drawer. you get lost in your own world for a moment as you shuck your trousers off and step into your sweats, pulling them up over your love handles. you startle when you feel chris’ warm body press along your back, hands wandering around your waist to rest against the softness of your stomach. “just me,” he chuckles warmly against your skin, voice low as he presses a kiss against your temple. he moves his lips lower, pressing a kiss right below your ear before whispering, “remember when you asked me if there was anything you could do for me today? well, i finally thought of something.”

you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder with big curious eyes, “what is it?”, you’re eager to at last have something to do for him, to be useful. 

his hands trail back to your hips, gripping you in his solid hands, fingers sinking into your soft flesh. pressing another kiss to your flesh, his breath hot against your ear, “bend over.”

your brows furrow, you mind moving syrupy slow, more focused on the way his lips and hands feel on your body instead of his words. you have a hard time forming words, still feeling the buzz underneath your skin. chris can sense you struggling and takes pity on you, bringing one hand up to the center of your back and gently presses your chest into the safety and warmth of your bed, leaving you bent at the waist. you giggle at your position, mind finally catching up to his perversions, “chris!”

but your laugh turns into a gasp when your sweats are pulled down your legs along with your panties, “stay just like that for me, sweetheart,” he urged as you heard him drop to his knees behind you. his hands smoot over the globes of your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and exposing your wet folds to his hungry gaze, “stay just like this for me,” he murmured lowly before leaning forward to lick up your sensitive folds. 

your responding moan is shocked and high pitched as you melt against the mattress, he smacks a wet kiss against your cunt before you feeling him shuffling behind you. he gets up from his knees to sit back against the mattress, head resting against the edge, your fluttering hole hovering right over his waiting mouth. 

and he wasn’t wasting any time, either, sweeping his tongue through your wetness before attaching his lips to your clit, sucking hard. your legs shake as a guttural moan is ripped out of you. all you can do is grind against his tongue and grip the sheets as he works you closer and closer to orgasm. he settles his hands firmly against your ass again, gripping your soft flesh in his strong hands. you were putty in them, mind cloudy as he took over the rhythm you had set, instead forcing your hips to grind your clit against his tongue at his pace. and what finally sent you over the edge was how badly you knew he wanted you to come. you come on his tongue, letting out a gasp and a string of broken moans as he laps at your slick, groaning against your sloppy, twitching cunt.

he doesn’t give you much of a reprieve before he’s back on his feet, grip firm around your hips so he can slide you further up the bed. his hands are all over you as he moves you onto your back and when your eyes begin to focus again you can see that he looks just as fucked out as you feel. his lips and chin are slick with your release, his cheeks are flushed a deep pink, eyes half lidded, and his hairs a mess. 

his smirk is cocky as he meets your gaze, “there’s my girl.” 

you grin to yourself and you stomach flutters as his big hands push your shirt up your belly. his lips brush against the swell of your exposed breasts, the barely there contact sending shivers through your whole body, his lips continue to trail down your body, pressing kisses along the stretch marks of your stomach.

your brain is still trying to get back online, your body still shuttering weakly from the aftershocks, you’re eventually able to tangle your fingers in his soft, unruly curls, pulling his attention back to your face. you whine his name, not even knowing what you’re asking for. his gaze cuts back up to you as he rests his chin against the softness of your stomach. his eyes shine from the sunlight and his smirk isn’t mean or unkind, he just knows you’ll do exactly what he asks of you.

his hands drift down your hips to your inner thighs, thumbs grazing your wet core. just the whisper of a touch has you whimpering, “think you can give me another one, sweetheart?”, he inquired, but one of his thick fingers was already pushing past the fluttering resistance of your hole and making a home for itself in your wet, heat. “knew you’d open right up for me.”

the intrusion makes your eyes roll back, your head tipping back to rest against the softness of the bed and your thighs shake at the sudden pleasure. your cunt is still sensitive and pulsing from your first orgasm as you reach down to wrap both your hands around his wrist. if you don’t ground yourself to him you feel like you’ll burst into a million little pieces. 

“chris,” you whine again, breathy and pathetic, his name the only words in your mind. the mess you made from your first orgasm makes the glide of his finger so smooth along your walls. he pulls almost all the way out before placing another digit at your entrance, slowly plunging both into your fluttering hole. you moan at the stretch and scramble to get your hands around the backs of your thighs to spread yourself open to him as he kneels over you. 

his knuckles drag firm and tight against that sensitive spot inside of you that makes you cream against his digits. he brings up his thumb to press firm circles against the sensitive bud of your clit. you choke on a moan as you grip your thighs tight, nails digging into the soft flesh instead of letting them close around his hand as your walls pulse and clench, coating his fingers in your cum.

you writhe against his fingers, chasing your orgasm as he continues to stroke your trembling clit through it all. the cooes at you when you begin to whine at the overstimulation, his fingers still stretching your quivering entrance. “good girl, good girl,” he murmurs, finally pulling his fingers out of you. 

your hands shake as you come down from your high for the second time. you twist your fingers back into his curls, bringing his body back down to blanket over yours. your lips meet in a messy kiss and you groan at the taste of yourself on his lips. you just need to be close to him, to feel him all around you, making you feel safe and secure in his arms. he pulls back and gazes into your eyes for a long moment, his features soft as he strokes a finger down your cheeks. his soft smile turns mischievous as he wonders, “think you can give me just one more?”

instead of answering you let him turn you over back onto your front, his hands soft and gentle on your heated skin. he makes space for himself between your legs, pushing one of your legs up to expose your puffy, sensitive lips to him. he teases you, rubbing his thick tip through your messy folds, purposefully bumping against your clit just to hear you whimper and watch you squirm. he finally takes his heavy cock in hand and rests it against your entrance, meeting almost no resistance when he finally pushes forward.

“there she is, my perfect fucking girl,” he whispered in awe at the way your body made space for him. you let his words wash over you, unable to do anything else, too fucked out by all that he’d done to you already. but, you remembered that this day was supposed to be about him and so far it hadn’t been. you weakly try to meet his steady thrusts but chris adjusts his position when he senses your movement. 

he leans down, his elbows on either side of your head, warm body draped over yours as he continued his steady thrusts. “no, no, just lay there and take it. you don’t have to do anything, just be good and take it.” he babbled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own orgasm.

and you did what you were told, just laid there in the messy sheets, whimpering as his cock dragged over all your sensitive spots. you groaned as he gave a few harsh thrusts before you felt his cock twitch and spill inside of you, leaving you feeling warm all over. 

he stayed draped over you as he tried to catch his breath. his hands were all over the place, stroking over your heated flesh as he peppered kisses up your neck and across your cheeks. “seeing you cum like that, twice, was the sexiest fucking thing i’ve ever seen.” 

your face heats up at the praise, knowing he means every word of it. but then he starts to shift, moving as if he’s going to sit up. “here, just that last one, sweetheart.” he went to put his hands under your hip and you interrupt him before he can get his fingers back on your spent cunt, “no, chris, please, i just want to lay with you,” your voice is wrecked but you hope he knows that you cannot cum again. 

his gaze turns soft as he leans down to press a kiss to your sweaty temple, “anything you want.”

[headdinthewall]

TWENTY ONE?! ── c. dixon ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : in which chris’ friends are a little sceptical of your age gap, causing you to feel out of place and slightly insecure. a/n : my first request post! thank u to the anon who suggested it!💞 also you guys tysm for 465 followers! really appreciate all the love and support on my stories🫶🏼🫶🏼 content : established relationship ,, angst&comfort ,, implied sexual content at the end ,, reader is 7 years younger than chris ,, talks of reader being shorter than chris (5’2–5’4)

─────── THE TWO MONTHS that you’d had with Chris so far with absolutely perfect. After meeting him on a Sidemen Tinder IRL shoot, he’d caught up to you at the end and offered to take you out for coffee at some point. You’d accepted — of course, and since then everything was blissful. He’d asked you out after three months of consistently pleasurable dates and you now had been together for two months.

He was the biggest sweetheart, showing up to your apartment three times a week in the morning with a coffee and a toastie, he’d watch the football on his phone so you could watch your crappy reality tv shows on the tv.

You didn’t have anything to complain about — except one thing; publicity.

None of his friends knew you were dating, his viewers didn’t know you were dating, and you were nearly 90% sure that some part of him was a little embarrassed that he was dating … well, you.

It wasn’t because you were unattractive, or boring, or unfunny, or lacking in character, it was simply because you were seven years younger than him.

When you laid in bed at night thinking about it, it really wasn’t that serious. Most people tend to draw the line at 10+ years, so what was so wrong with you two being together?

His parents were oddly supportive — not that you perceived them to be arseholes — but some parents are likely to be weirded out when their son’s girlfriend is younger than their youngest child.

His mum was a little hesitant at first, asking what you do for a living, if you’re in university, and what you do in your spare time. But, after discovering that you were fairly well-rounded and quite relaxed compared to most girls your age, she seemed to grow a likeness towards you.

His sister — Kelly — adored you. She called you at least once a week, showing you an item she was really contemplating buying, or complaining about Chris and telling you to ‘sort your dwarf out’. She was never really concerned about your age, though she was shocked when he first told her how old you were.

As of right now, you were curled up on your couch, scrolling through Instagram as Chris bustled around your apartment, claiming he’d left a shirt here a couple nights ago. Him and the rest of the UK youtubers were having a barbecue at a rented air bnb to celebrate some sort of milestone for one of the creators.

“Check the washing basket.” You hummed, “I did a load last night.”

“Cheers, love.” He said, going into your room.

You pursed your lips, wondering if now was a good time to express how down you’d been feeling about your lack of exposure to his friends.

“Chris?” You called out.

“Hello.” He poked his head around the door frame.

“Can I come with you?”

“To the barbecue?”

“No, to the toilet.” You deadpanned, “Yes, to the barbecue. I just … I feel like I’m really disconnected from … your world. You only ever come to my apartment, you don’t let me come to yours, your friends don’t know about me, you maintain this ‘single loser’ persona online—“

“Hey!”

“You do, Chris. You know you do.” You sighed, “All I want is … I just want a bit of … y’know? Not care, because I know you care about me, it just feels like you’re a bit … ashamed, is all. Maybe it’s because sin younger, I dunno—“

You frowned, sitting down beside you on the couch and staring you dead in the eyes.

“Reader, you’ve never been more wrong about anything in your life.” He stated, “I’m not ashamed to be with you, I don’t care if I’m older than you. I chose you. You chose me. I don’t care what my friends have to say about it, I’m just trying to protect you from … public scrutiny, I guess. People are horrible, especially when your fanbase is mainly boys, and I don’t want to subject you to any hate. But … if you really want to come to the barbecue, I’ll gladly walk in there hand-in-hand.”

Your heart swelled in your chest, a shy smile stretching on your face at his wholesome words.

─────── THE BARBECUE HAD been taking place for about thirty minutes now. The minute you arrived, Chris' hand tightened around yours, yet his grin never faltered as he introduced you to all of his mates with the utmost enthusiasm.

"This is reader, we've been together for ... two? Months now."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you." You'd heard about a hundred times over, but you were still grateful for everyone being so accepting and not butt hurt and uptight about the fact that you'd kept your relationship hidden.

"Oh, shit, you were in our shoot!" JJ exclaimed out of shock when he'd finally recognised your face.

"Glad I made such a good impression." You quipped sarcastically, making Simon laugh beside him.

"Wait, aren't you like ... 21?"

You pursed your lips taking an awkward sip from your drink and nodding. His eyes widened and he laughed slightly. Though he probably didn't mean anything by it, his reaction sent a pang to your chest, feeling a slight gaze of judgement.

"21?!" Arthur Frederick exclaimed, jaw hanging low. "Fucking hell, Chris!"

"Oh, shut up, mate, it's not that deep." Chris scoffed, thumb rubbing back and forth over your hip.

"Finally someone my age! All these gimps are a different generation." Alfie chimed in, making you feel a little lighter and better about having most of the eyes on you.

"It would make more sense for you two to date." The other Arthur said in a complaining tone, and though you knew it was all part of his jokey attitude, it still made you feel a little self conscious.

Was it really that deep that you were 7 years younger? It's not like it was illegal, or even controversially that young.

"Wow, Josh is a whole decade older than you." Ethan commented, "So you're ..."

"2003." You confirmed, nodding, "Makes it sound a bit worse when you put it like that." You laugh off the awkwardness, and it seemed to work as a handful of others joined in laughter at your joke.

"Well, you've been more fun in half an hour than Chris has been in his entire life, so you can stay, pal." Chip clapped you on the shoulder.

“Smells better than him too.” Ginge added.

"Yep, cheers mate." Chris muttered and you chuckled, feeling more comfortable and lightweight as people were beginning to forget about your age and focus more on the fact that you had a genuine, nice presence about you and obviously made Chris look like the happiest man on the Earth.

Seriously, he hadn't cracked a mean joke at anyone this evening (or, less jokes than he usually did) and every time he looked over at you to make sure that you're alright, his smile only broadened upon seeing you get along with the girls, causing his friends to tease him and take the mick slightly.

"So, did the age not bother you?" Arthur asked, a sense of genuine interest in his tone.

"It would bother me, personally." Danny shared his thoughts.

"Good thing no one asked you, then." George snorted, causing everyone to chuckle.

"No, but, like, bro, c'mon. It's a bit odd." JJ agreed with Danny

"J, what's the age gap between your parents?" Tobi pointed out.

"Yeah, most parents have a 5 year age gap." Josh added.

"No, yeah, but they're parents."

"So if Chris and reader were to have kids it would make it better?" Simon questioned, making JJ rub his chin in thought.

"No offence, don't really care what you think, not your relationship." Chris said fleetingly, s if defending you was a second-nature to him. An instinct. "I was ... iffy about it at first, not because it made her less attractive, but because I thought it made me seem weird. But, it doesn't matter to us now, it's not like it's a significant gap. It's a few years, not a whole generation."

"Yes, Chris it is." Arthur laughed, "Gen Z starts at '97."

"Oh my God! Nonce, nonce!" George joked, pointing at Chris.

"Yeah, keep it coming." Your boyfriend sighed, taking a sip of beer.

"It's a good thing that she's shorter than you too, otherwise there'd be two red flags in your relationship."

The boys broke out into laughter.

"No, but she seems lovely. Really sweet girl." Arthur said once they'd calmed down.

"Nah, you're happy and that's what matters." Will agreed, "She’s a nice lass."

Chris thanked them for their compliments and turned his head to spot you but couldn't see you in the garden anywhere. He frowned slightly, really craning his neck in every direction to hopefully catch a glimpse of you. But all he saw was Liv approaching.

"Which one of you has said something?" She asked, taking her spot naturally beside Isaac.

"What do you mean?"

"About reader, she's really upset. Went inside."

Chris sighed, putting his Corona down and going off to find you.

You were stood in the bathroom, thumb in your mouth as yo anxiously chewed on your nails, little tears slithering down your cheeks.

Unfortunately, you hadn't caught the end of the conversation between the boys, only hearing the slight dig about your age being a 'red flag'. While the girls seemed to be very accepting and warming towards you, questioning you on everything but your age, the boys took the opposite approach.

You didn't know what was more awkward: The boys asking you about it to your face or them talking about it behind your back and making sly comments.

Maybe you were overreacting, but you really didn't like how they were all acting like yours and Chris' age gap was the biggest scandal or controversy to happen on the UK youtube scene.

"Reader? You up here, love?" You heard Chris' voice call out from the other side of the door.

His knuckles tapped on the wood.

"One second." You croaked out, sniffling and using tissue to blot under your eyes.

"Can you let me in?"

You cleared your throat and undid the lock, allowing him to slip inside and close the door behind him.

He sighed when he saw you trying to fix your makeup and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you clutched onto his waist, burying your face in his neck.

Chris pressed light kisses to your temple and forehead, whispering soft phrases into your ear in hopes of soothing your emotions.

"What did you hear? Because I guarantee it was a misunderstanding."

"I heard George say something about me being a red flag or something along those lines." You whispered.

"No, that's not what happened." Chris shook his head, pulling away slightly (but still keeping his arms around you) so he could look down at you. "He made a joke about our age gap being a red flag, not about you personally."

"Yeah, but so what if I'm seven years younger than you?" You huffed, feeling more agitation now, "Like, what is the big fucking deal? They act like I'm a twelve year old or some shit."

"None of them have said anything rude, I promise you. They've all been jokes or little comments—“

"Sorry, Chris, I understand that's their humour, but I don't find jokes funny when they're at the expense of someone else's feelings and emotions." You scoffed shaking your head.

"The only person out there who made a genuine, disrespectful comment was JJ and Danny, and I told them that it wasn't any of their business. Reader, this relationship," Chris gestured between the two of you, "Is none of anyone's business except ours. What happens here, the circumstances here, the situations we get ourselves in, are no one else's concern except for ours. Okay? I don't care what they think, and you shouldn't either, because it's me and you, babe. Okay?"

You nodded, still resting your cheek on his chest just for the comfort of being close to him.

"I love you." He dropped.

You blinked, staring up at him, "You do?"

"Yeah. If you think I'm moving too fast and you want me to back off, I will, but ... I need you to know that I love you, and their opinions and comments won't change that."

"I love you too." You smiled, kissing him chastely.

"Is that all? I just dropped 'I love you' and all I get is a little peck?" Chris feigned offence.

"What else do you want?" You smirked playfully.

He rolled his eyes at your attitude and leant forwards, kissing you deeply.

His tongue slid against yours and his hands cupped the back of your head.

"Don't you think we should go back out?" You asked, voice hoarse.

"Uhm, let me think about that one ... No." Chris said, "I'd much prefer my head between your legs right now."

Your eyes widened, "Chris!"

"What? I've gotta make up for my friends shitty comments, don't I?" He laid kisses down your neck, hands moving to the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing it up inch by inch.

A cheeky grin spread across his face as he gently lowered himself to his knees, glancing up at you as you peered down at him — he wholeheartedly believed that when you gave him that look, he immediately got hard.

[4ngelrealm]

I want to write a love island AU so badddd. I haven’t been able to write anything because I been so hyper fixated on this idea, but I can’t figure out exactly how to do it.

Do I do it with formula 1 or the UKYT boys? Do I make up a bunch of female ocs + male ocs when it comes to the rest of the cast? How would I decide the love interest?

If anyone has any ideas/thoughts/opinions about it I would love to hear them!!

[insomniac4000]

can you do a fic about chris x reader, where sharon meets reader for the first time on maybe like see it off with becky and reader and sharon both start telling their steamy stories with Chris to kinda one up each other

See It Off. ChrisMD

Hope you don't mind, I couldn't write Shannon mean! So I just had them swap stories and bond.

It was still difficult for you to comprehend you were in demand and people wanted you on their shows and Podcasts. You had only been doing Youtuber for fifteen months, but things had exploded very quickly in that time. You did travel but also you did book reviews; people loved you for your honesty and laid back attitude. One person who fell for it in particular was ChrisMD. The pair of you had meet at a Youtuber’s conference eight months ago and after a couple of months of texting Chris finally bit the bullet and asked you out for a drink, neither of you had looked back since. Recently, after six months of dating you had gone public you had your reservations but on the whole it had gone well. You had slowly been bought into the larger UK Youtube scene over the past month or so and now Becky had asked you to go on see it off.

Originally Becky had asked both you and Chris to go on together. He unwaveringly refused “Look what happened last time I went on that show! Nope I’ve grown to like you and I want to keep you,” Chris commented.

Of course he was referring to the fact that when him and Shannon appeared together they broke up the very next day.

Shannon.

When the message came through from Becky that she had a great idea if Chris couldn’t make you never thought you would read the words Shannon. She wanted both of you to appear together, said it would be a “laugh.”

You had met Shannon twice, once before Chris and you had got together at an event and once afterwards at Becky’s birthday party. She was nothing but kind and gracious, Chris having spoken about you to her a lot. This was on another level though, it rattled you a little but after some assurances from Becky that Shannon was on board and it would be fun you agreed.

“Hello lovely!” Becky’s wonderful sing song Welsh voice rang out the studio. You smiled nervously and gave her a hug.

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good how are you? Welcome to my pub!” Becky exclaimed, you smiled and looked around the place, the bar was incredibly well stocked and up on a bar stool already was Shannon, a glass of wine in front of her. She smiled warmly at you and waved, you sent a polite smile back but felt the nerves bubbling inside you.

“Want a pre drink?” Becky asked, you nodded silently and followed her to the bar area as Shannon poured a third glass of wine, this one was yours.

“Before we start I just wanted to ask if there was anything maybe you were uncomfortable with talking about? I’d hate for this to be awkward so just wanted to lay stuff down first?” Shannon suggested. You nodded.

“Chris and I agreed we’d talk about some stuff but keep a lot of it under wraps. I don’t know how I’ll feel after a couple of drinks though,” you smile and Shannon and Becky giggled.

You made some small talk but soon the cameras were rolling, hair and make up was touched up a little bit and it was go time.

“Hello and welcome back to see if off with strong questions and even stronger drinks! Today we have a treat for you as we have two beautiful babes with me today in Shannon and Y/N!” The three of you started clapping.

“The pair of you ready to drink?” Becky asked with a small smile.

“Well we’ve already started,” you replied with a smile causing the other two to giggle.

The premise of the video was simple, if you hesitate answering a question you drink. Things started off quite lightly, talking about videos and then it moved onto people you had met that you didn’t really like or click with very much. Both you and Shan had hesitated a little bit with it so you both had to drink a rum and coke.

Then the inevitable happened.

“So obviously you two have something in common or should I say someone in common, a certain Christopher Dixon also known as ChrisMD so I would like to know what has been your favourite date from the little hobbit.” You and Shannon looked at each other and shared a smirk which counted as a hesitation meaning you both needed to drink, it was wine again this time.

“Not a date as such but we went to Iceland and it honestly to this day is my favourite holiday.” Shannon answered while you thought of your answer.

“Probably my birthday a couple of weeks ago. He took me to my favourite play and Chris is not a musicals guy at all but sat through it for me and took me to this restaurant that I talked about once and mentioned it was my favourite meal so booked it for us. He often says he has a terrible memory and that’s true to some extent,” you started and Shannon nodded in agreement, you continued. “But he remembers the things that really matter and is thoughtful.”

“He is, he is always on his phone and it can drive you mad but you realise he’s just jotting things down so he doesn’t forget them later,” Shannon added.

“Okay, next question have you two ever compared notes?” Becky asked, a wide and sly grin on her face. You looked at Shannon again and bit your bottom lip slightly. In the time between Shannon and yourself Chris had made a bit of a reputation for himself for his bedroom antics and you had to admit you were a very happy customer. Part of you had wondered if he was naturally gifted or if it came with experience.

“Not yet,” Shannon’s response caused you to almost choke on your drink, you coughed.

“Is that what you do in the bedroom too?” Becky asked at your choking, the three of your then collapsed in a fit of giggles.

“He prefers the other way,” you replied now feeling bold from all the drinks you had consumed.

“Oh absolutely!” Shannon agreed and the pair of you giggled again.

“You know I can see that the dirty little boy!” Becky added raising her glass , the three women then clinked their glasses laughing between each other and took a sip. The video now became more about the drinking then playing the game.

“So his top shagger status is true then?” Becky asked, it wasn’t one of the questions he had on the card she just wanted to have a bit of a gossip now.

“I mean I never had any complaints even at the time.” Shannon smiled.

“He’s very giving,” you added sipping your drink once more.

“Oh absolutely, he puts other people’s needs before his own. I think he’s always been that way.”

“And he’ll try another once,” you spoke again.

Becky just sat in her way the biggest shit eating grin on her face as you and Shannon continued to bond over Chris’s bedroom adventures.

Eventually the conversation moved to other things but Becky was safe in the knowledge that this would be a good video.

You didn’t tell Chris too much about what had said, he did notice how tipsy you were and you told him that you and Shannon had a good time and you completely understood why he fell for her because she was beautiful and sweet but not much beyond that. You told him his name came up “a couple of times” but he didn’t know how much until the video was  released a couple of weeks later.

He watched it.

Of course he watched it, he was a curious little kitty and when he watched it, it almost killed him. You had to admit you couldn’t remember everything you said that day and you didn’t know what made the edit. Chris was at home, watching it with George which was a massive mistake as he already had lots of ideas on how to make content out of it already. You were filming but the pair of you had already made plans to meet up for dinner that night at your favourite ramen place. Chris was already there which was slightly unusual, sitting down at a booth. You walked over and indicated to the server that you were with someone and sat down opposite him.

“Hey you.” You gave him your usual greeting.

“So, youtube now know I love eating out and my dick leans slightly to the left,” he replied. He tried to look pissed off but he had that mischievous glint in his eye.

“We were complimentary too…” you tailed off, hoping the waiter would come over soon with a drink order. A big one.”

“Yeah. Four times in one day compared to her three and the hour session,” he replied this time his smile growing on his face.

“If I apologise and promise never to do it again will you agree to never take all those things away from me,” you suggested, genuinely looking remorseful.

“Fine. But next time you and Shan bond please don’t let it be on camera.”

You smiled. “Deal.”

[clarkeysbedchem]

passenger princess

will lenney x reader x chris dixon

summary: being wedged between chris and will in the backseat of a car leads to something quite unexpected

warnings: mature content (18+ only)

main masterlist

content warnings: threesome, titty sucking, public sex (kinda idk), fingering - if im missing any let me know <33

The car hummed steadily along the motorway, the soft rumble of tires on tarmac was drowned out by the boys relentless back-and-forth from the front and the back of the car. You sat tucked in the back, your camera resting on your lap, panning lazily between the boys as they bickered over Chris not being allowed to drive for more than two hours and Will snd Stephen getting drunk so they wouldn’t be able to drive.

Next to you, Will shifted slightly, one arm slung across the back of the seat, casual as ever. He looked unfairly good in the warm glow of the bright sun, his red football shirt slouched over his shoulders, his mullet curling perfectly at the back of his neck. His knee was pressed lightly against yours with a familiar weight that never bothered you.

You tried to keep your focus on the camera. Tried.

“Mate, you’ve literally been driving for ten years, course you can drive a fucking manual.” Chris scoffed.

Stephen rolled his eyes dramatically, “Ten years is along time, Chris.”

“And he’s pissed, so he legally can’t be behind the wheel,” Will teased from beside you, voice thick with that trademark Geordie lilt – which always became extra strong after a drink – and a shiver ran down your spine.

You turned the camera to him just in time to catch his grin making your stomach flip.

“So true, William,” Stephen laughed, tossing a crisp packet at the backseat. It landed on the carpeted floor between the two of you, and Will snorted, kicking it away with the toe of his trainer.

You leaned forward slightly, capturing the chaos, letting your laughter spill into the background of the recording. You hadn’t noticed Will’s hand had crept closer to your thigh until you shifted back again and felt the faintest brush of his pinkie against your skin.

You stiffened just slightly, eyes flicking to him. But he was still watching the front, still laughing, still being Will, acting as if he hadn’t just made the breath knock out of your chest.

Maybe it was an accident.

You turned your attention back to the camera, focusing on Chris’ exasperated face as Stephen downed another can of blue AU vodka. Then there it was. That hand again. Firmer now.

You gasped softly, head snapping to the side.

Will still wasn’t looking at you. His lips twitched into a knowing smirk, but his eyes remained forward. Bastard.

You swallowed hard and nudged his hand away, trying to keep your expression neutral, even as your skin prickled where his rings had brushed you. He just chuckled under his breath, shameless, fingers dropping back to the seat just barely grazing your skin.

Goosebumps spread across your thighs.

You hated how much you liked it. How much you wished he’d carry on with the teasing. How he was shamelessly doing it in front of his friends, in front of the cameras.

“We’re gonna have to stop somewhere,” Stephen announced, wriggling dramatically in his seat, “I have to piss so bad.”

The boys burst into laughter, and Chris nodded, “Find the next services then.”

You laughed too, but it came out a little breathless. You reached to turn the camera off and placed it on the seat beside you, ignoring the burning heat that was bubbling low in your stomach.

As the car rolled smoothly down the motorway again, your body stilled. Will’s hand was back giving a firm squeeze.

And this time, you didn’t move.

You tilted your head slowly, lashes brushing your cheeks as you glanced up at him. Will met your gaze, a smirk firmly in place, and the glint in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

This wasn’t a game anymore.

You exhaled softly, thighs tensing under his touch as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shorts. Your breath caught in the back of your throat, heat pooling between your thighs. You bit down on your lip, cheeks burning, but your eyes didn’t waver. They locked with Chris’ in the rearview mirror; his amused smirk all too evident.

Then Will’s fingers pressed firmly over your clothed clit, and a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through you. You gasped, instinctively clamping your legs shut, shaking your head, your mouth parting to say something, but Chris beat you to it.

“Alright, we’re here. Off you go, Stephen.”

“Yes, Dad.” Stephen laughed, unbothered as ever, jumping out and strolling off toward the services.

Chris turned in his seat to face you and Will in the back, “You two gonna finish your little show or what?”

“We’ve not even started it yet,” Will said casually.

“What if people see?” you asked, glancing toward the windows, heart hammering against your ribcage.

“Nobody’s gonna see, pet,” Will murmured, brushing your hair back from your face with one hand. The other slipped from your thigh, calmly unbuckling both your seatbelts, “C’mere.”

You shifted on the bench seat, nerves fluttering in your stomach. Gnawing your cheek, you leaned into Will’s side, his arm curling around your shoulder. His hand slid down, slipping into the waistband of your shorts and gliding over the damp patch on your underwear.

“Fucking hell, darlin’. This wet for me already?”

You hummed softly, letting your head fall to his shoulder, Will’s nimble fingers teasing slow, lazy circles over your clit through the thin fabric.

“Look at Chris f’me.”

You did as you were told, the vibrations echoing from Will’s chest as he chuckled at your obediance. Your gaze dropped to the front of the car. Chris was leaning back against the dashboard, his hand buried in his shorts, dark eyes locked on you as he watched every twitch and whimper as Will’s hands moved across your body.

Will cupped your tits through your shirt, squeezing, teasing, drawing a needy whine from you just as his fingers finally slipped beneath your knickers, gathering the slick from your folds.

“Shit, sweetheart. Look at you, so needy for Will,” Chris groaned.

You nodded, lips parted, breath stuttering as your hips rocked forward into Will’s hand. Your shaky fingers curled around Will’s wrist, eyes wide and pleading as you looked up at him with a pout. He gave you what you wanted, sliding a finger into your tight cunt, the intrusion slow and deliberate. You moaned at the stretch, turning your gaze back to Chris, wishing, aching, for his hands to be on you too.

Your eyes dropped lower, catching sight of his hand still stroking his cock beneath his shorts, “Chris,” you whimpered, reaching out toward him. The sheer desperation in your voice made him groan.

“You want Chrissy too?” Will chuckled, slipping in a second finger, “Needy girl.”

You whimpered again, squeezing your eyes shut, your bottom lip trembling as your nails dug into the leather of the centre console, “yeah…”

Will jerked his chin toward Chris, nodding. Without hesitation, Chris climbed into the back, wedging himself between your legs. The space was tight, but you barely noticed. All of your focus was on the feeling of Chris’ mouth wrapping around your nipple as he pushed your bunched-up top higher.

A string of incoherent moans and curses left your lips, pleasure biting under your skin. One hand buried in Chris’ hair, the other gripped Will’s wrist tight as he continued to pump his fingers inside you.

“More,” you gasped, eyes fluttering.

Will raised an eyebrow, letting out a laugh, “You sure you can handle more, princess?”

“M’sure please, Will?” you begged, blinking up at him through glassy, fucked-out eyes.

He melted, instantly giving in.

With his free hand, Will tapped Chris, who immediately brought his fingers to your clit, tracing sharp, precise circles. At the same time, Will slid in a third finger, your walls stretching around him.

“Fuck,” one of them muttered, but your mind was too fogged to know who.

Your throat burned from the moans tearing out of you. The sensations of Chris sucking at your tits, and Will’s fingers pounding into your cunt had your body coiling tight, your orgasm barrelling toward you fast.

The moment Chris’ teeth scraped lightly over your nipple, you broke.

Your body convulsed between them, hips jerking up into their hands as you rode your high. Will didn’t let up, fucking you through the aftershocks, his fingers working your fluttering cunt until your body finally gave in, slumping against him.

Your breath came in ragged gasps. A whimper escaped your throat at the loss as both of them pulled away. Will smirked, raising his glistening fingers to your lips, tapping lightly. You parted them, obedient as ever, sucking them clean, eyes locked on his the entire time.

Chris groaned at the sight, “Jesus Christ.”

With a sigh, he climbed back into the driver’s seat, giving you space to compose yourself before Stephen returned. You leaned over quickly, pecking his lips, making him smile despite himself.

“Right then.” Will huffed, crossing his arms with mock offence, “I see how it is.”

You laughed breathlessly, sliding back beside him and cupping his jaw, bringing his mouth to yours, “Happy now?” you teased voice rasped, pulling away only to find that smug smile etched across his face.

“Very. Thank you very much.”

The passenger door yanked open just as you slid away from Will and buckled your seatbelt again, trying to hide the satisfied smile on your face.

“That queue was ridiculous,” Stephen groaned. “But I got us more wine, William.”

“Nice one, mate.” Will grinned, grabbing the bottle from him and then he froze. His eyes snapped to the dashboard camera, blinking red. His face paled.

“Did you leave the cameras on, Chris?” he asked, choking on a cough, trying to play it cool.

Your head whipped around, eyes going wide. You leaned forward, peering past Stephen’s seat. Sure enough, the light was still blinking.

Chris just shrugged, a wicked smirk playing on his lips, “Oops. Must’ve forgot.”

He paused, then added with a wink, “Don’t worry though, I’ll be editing that footage.”

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[kar1nsworldx]

⤷ ❝ 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 ❞

pairing: ChrisMD x f!reader

Instagram!AU

SUMMARY: oblivious friends turning into lovers, need I say more?

requested: nope, but all requests are welcome (:

note; Happy late birthday Chris! Also yall I actually have dyslexia so I apoligize for the mistakes xx The fat thumbs dont help either :,) Hope yall enjoy too!!

ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 🧸ྀི

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y/n l/n: doncaster was wild wtf

tagged: @chrismd10, @bambinobecky, @arthurnfhill, @arthurtv, @italianbach, @georgeclarkeey, @ieuan_thomas

COMMENTS;

bambinobecky: you remember something??? cause I do not

y/n l/n: the footage reminded me

bambinobecky: oh god I forgot that we were reccording a video, bloody hell

y/n l/n: @arthurtv is your back & head okay??

arthurtv: somehow yes!

useroh: ???

italianbach: @arthurtv do not get into another argument with a minion pls

useredup: LMAO WHAT

useruuu: oh??

userxoxo: how did that even happen what 😭

chrismd10: 'have you ever tried this one?'

y/n l/n: 🧘‍♀️

useroh: is that chris in the last pic??

y/n l/n: yup!

ieuan_thomas: bunch of children the lot of you

y/n l/n: dad you love us, admit it

ieuan_thomas: ehhh

y/n l/n: :(

ieuan_thomas: yhyh wtvr

y/n l/n: 😝

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y/n l/n: the midget tried getting me into LOTR, failed, but I appriciate his efforts

tagged: @chrismd10

COMMENTS;

chrismd10: after organising everything and buying you shit all I am is a midget??? I see how it is

y/n l/n: naurrrrr, I am very grateful actually :(((

useredup: wait was this a date?

chrismd10: no??

y/n l/n: no lol, we were just hanging out! :)

useroo: uhuh..,okay..,sure

y/n l/n: ??

userly: sweet oblivious summer child 😭

userxe: cuties <3

user111: are those gummy bears in the last pic supposed to be you and chris? @y/n l/n

y/n l/n: yes actually!! Im the lighter one :)

userxoxo: OHMYGOD THATS ADORABLEEEE IM SOBBING 😭😭😭

user007: AHHHH THAT BEAR IS SO CUTE!!!! wheres it from??

y/n l/n: @chrismd10 where did you get the bear from??

chrismd10: tourist shop on 71-72 Russell Sq

user007: aa tysm!

useroh: couple goals <3

y/n l/n: not dating tho, lol :p

useroh: WHAT??!?!???

faithlouisak: adorbss xx

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chrismd10: didn't get her into LOTR, got her into Cars insead

tagged: @y/n l/n

COMMENTS;

y/n l/n: I only did it because Liam Lawson likes Cars and because he's hot (I swear I actually like F1, I ♡ McLaren pls do not come @ me 🙏)

chrismd10: rude much

userly: hmm, dosen't LL look like someone you know.. a blonde someone..hmm...

user⁴⁸¹: valid answer y/n, valid answer

useredup: yk what hell yeah

useruff: OMG CARS :D YIPPIE

y/n l/n: that ice cream was bomb btw

chrismd10: well of course it was, i payed for it

y/n l/n: ☹️🙏💓

bambinobecky: christopher stop stealing my bsf

chrismd10: yeah how about no

user111: omgg!! the matching figurines r toooooo cute!!

userxoxo: #2nd unofficial date

arthurnfhill: @georgeclarkeey this is what we were kicked out of the flat for

georgeclarkeey: diabolical

useroh: YALL WERE KICKED OUT???

user777: WHAT

userxe: OMG 😭😭😭

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y/n l/n: alexa play champagne coast by blood orange 🍸 check out my new yt video ft. chris tmrw! ☀️

tagged: @chrismd10

COMMENTS;

userlo: OHMYFUCKING GOD

userly: I AM GOING TO SCREAAAAAAAAAM

userxe: WHOS GONNA FUCKING TELL THEM??!??!?!??!??!?!

useroh: I AM GOING INSANEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

useriii: ME TOO I FEEL CRAZY

user: crazy? I was crazy once...

user777: 😭😩

freyanightingale: girll you better invite me next time 🍸☀️

y/n l/n: oooo girls night!!!! making plans asap

faithlouisak: @bambinobecky ... whos gonna tell her?

bambinobecky: i will because this is becoming hurtful to watch. YOU SHOULDVE SEEN THEM IN DONCASTER BLOODY HELL

y/n l/n: tell me what???

bambinobecky: oh ffs

y/n l/n: 🤨☹️🙁

theburntchip: @chrismd10 mate... i swear to God

chrismd10: mate you damn well know my answer

theburntchip: BRO BUT SHE DOES LIKE YOH

chirsmd10: she does not like me

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user111: SO EXCITED FOR THIS AAAAHAHA

userxe: ooooooo those pics r so lovely!!

y/n l/n: Ty! Chris took lotd of them for me :)

y/n l/n: also the teddy bear is actually Chris you guys, do not be fooled

chrismd10: I had a stellar time reading

userox: CUTIES :((((

livvydimartino: 😍

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"Hi guys! Welcome back to another video. For those who don't know me, I'm y/n, and I just really like to vlog." y/n started off her intro. She was in her living room, sitting on her couch with a bag right next to her.

"Today we'll be going to the beach! Or well Chris and I. Currently waiting for his to come pick me up so we can go to the train station. Were going to Brighton Beach!" she continued explaining, obviously very excited. She fell inlove with the water since she was very little, only a few years old, and since then summer has always been her favourite season. And besides, she'd also be going with one of her favourite people to her favourite place, so It's a win-win in her books.

For the next few minutes, she continued talking to the camera and showing what she'll be bringing to the trip before she got a text from Chris that he was outside. Stopping the reccording, she took her stuff and left her flat, walking to the lobby and then out infront of the building where a car with one ChrisMD was waiting for her.

"Why hello there." she greeted him with a smile as she entered the car, sitting in the passenger seat and putting her bag on the floor.

The two started chatting as Chris drove, with y/n getting a short shot of the scenery through the window between their convos. Soon enough they were at the station, together going to check when their train should be arriving.

"Y'know, if you'd just driven us there it would've been much easier." y/n said, pointing the camera at Chris. "Oi, you're the one who wanted to go via train in the first place."

"Liar." she giggled, pointing the camera at herself.

Within the hour they were on the train on their way to Brighton. Y/n reccorded a short segment where they taste tested some train snacks before stopping, instead just chatting with Chris some more. At one point they just chilled together in silence whilst sharring airpods and lisening to music. 10/10 expiriance if you were to ask her.

Around an hour or so later they were in Brighton, and withing an hour & half at their designated beach for today. There were people, obviously as it was June already, but thankfully not overcrowded. The benefit of school still not ending.

They got comfortable, and soon enough their day officially started. Durring their trip, y/n filmed bits here and there, the funny and intresting moments not just for her audiance but for herself too. To remember.

When the sun started to set, they headed to a small resturant to eat and get a alcoholic drink or two in their system. It felt.. odly domestic. Romantic, dare she say.. Which felt odd to y/n to say the least. She loved Chris, absolutely. But never did she think it was in any other way than platonic. Choosing to ignore those thoughts, she just took the piss out on Chris and decided to unpack that can of worms when she was home alone. And drunk. Maybe on a call with Becky too. Or with Becky irl. Both were good options.

Around 8ish they packed up their stuff and made their way to the train station as their train was at 21:15. Getting on the train, the two continued to bicker, y/n getting another beer to drink whilst Chris drank water to sober up. He wasn't tipsy, but better safe then sorry. As they arrived in London, she and Chris filmed the outro to her video outside of the train station before going to Chris's car.

"I LIKE SHINY THINGS BUT I'D MARY YOU WITH PAPER RINGS, UH HUH, THAT'S RIGHT, DARLING, YOU'RE THE ONE I WANT!"

On their way back they had a miny kareoke sesh which y/n also reccorded for memories. Whilst screaming her heart out at 10pm, she was blissfully unaware of the look Chris was giving her when he got the chance. As the car came to a halt infront of her apartment building, y/n turrned to Chris to bid him goodnight.

"Text me when you get home?" she said, though it did sound like a question. "You just want an excuse to hear from me again, huh?" Chris shot back, a smirk on his face. "God shut up." y/n said, rolling her eyes before putting her hand on his cheek to turn his head away so she'd give him a kiss on the cheek. "Night Chris." was the last thing she said before getting out the car and closing the door behind her. If Chris stayed shocked and didn't leave for the next 5 minutes even as she entered her apartment building, well that was no ones buissness but his.

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chrismd10: He was 28 until he became 29. That's how it worked 🎂

COMMENTS;

stephen_tries: happy birthday lil man x

italianbach: unexpected legend on my back area 🔥

reevhd: Appy Burfday ❤

y/n l/n: HAPPY BDAY CHRIS 😚🎂

userxoxo: HAPPY BIRTHDAy 🥳

bambinobecky: happy bday midget xx didn't know you lot celebrated 🍻

willne: bro is closer to 40 than he is to 16

useroo: you don't look a day over 50 mate xx

userxe: surprised that theres no gray hairs yet, wow! xx 😍

theobaker_: 29 and hasn't gained an inch of height since he was 9

ciarcarlin: Happy Birthday Christopher Managing Director 🔥

userly: happy birthday 🎂🎂🎂

georgeclarkeey: dissapointed I did not get a feature in the post

arthurnfhill: same

y/n l/n: same

arthurtv: same

italianbach: same

y/n l/n: fuck off

userloo: HB CHRIS!

bxllajames: it can't be true, can it?

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y/n l/n: hAppy birthday to this beautiful man right hEre, hope u enjoyed the flowers Chrisssssssssssy xx

COMMENTS;

useroh: omg is she drunk??

useredup: LMAOOOO SHES GONE

user777: 'Chrissssy'??? 😭😭😭

bambinobecky: Christ y/n give me the phone

chrismd10: looOved thr flowers, could I get a kiss insteadd xxxxxxxxx

y/n l/n: YEASH

sabinablair_: Y/N????

bambinobecky: Y/N WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU

user111: OMFG????!??

userxoxo: WHAT IS HAPPENING????

bambinobecky: WERE AS CLUELESS AS YOU LOT FFS

useruuu: SCREAMING

arthurtv: 🥳🥳🥳

userpop: brotha is gone too

useruff: AWWWWW HDJDJC

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"Were you serious about the kiss?" Chris asked as he looked at y/n. The two of them were in the bathroom, both sitting in the tub as they talked, glasses of wine surrounding them. "Well-," she started, before cutting herself off by hickuping, "if you want it, yes." she said, before looking at him.

"I don't want it to be a drunken mistake though.." he replied with a frown. "I don't want that either." she replied, leaning her head against his shoulder whilst still looking at him. After having a looooooooooooong and deep chat with Becky that included too much alcohol, she came to the conclusion that she deffenitly liked Chris. Like, wanted-to-marry-the-guy-and-share-a-animal-and-house-with-him-forever type of way.

The two kept starring at eachother for the next few minutes before Chris spoke up.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes."

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y/n l/n: so uhhh..about last friday night..

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[clarkeybabey]

hanging up on them without saying "i love you"

Arthur Television

He calls back IMMEDIATELY bless him

you hear what sounds to be him running and based on the echo probably up a stairwell out of breath

"what the... are you okay?" there's a pause and he seems to have stopped sprinting

"'m fine, open your door." "what."

you stand perplexed in your kitchen for a moment until there's knocking on your door.

when you open it he is standing outside, his hair windswept with chocolate and your favorite drink

"What is this for?" "i just love you," he shrugs, pulling you into a hug, kissing the crown of your head

Arthur Hill

He's in soundcheck so he can't call back at that second

but he sends a text instead:

"ubereats'ed a coffee for you, baby💓"

you didn't understand why, but now your cheeks hurt from smiling.

"thank you, see ya tonight. I love you<3"

ChrisMD

calls back like 5 minutes later, and literally steps out of a meeting w/ his producers

"i said i love you, you gimp." "WOAH, is that really called for"

"just calling it how it is" The smile on his face can literally be heard in his voice, and then all you hear is the click of him hanging up

bro is such a bully wtf

George Clarke

stares at his phone thinking of every remotely terrible thing he's done in his lifetime

he swears there's nothing he can think of.

hes never done the whole relationship thing before so he texts you trying not to freak you out. he doesn't wanna be overbearing

after typing, deleting and retyping the same message a million and one times, he finally sends it: "everything okay?"

"sorry, I hung up with my cheek. i love you!!!"

he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow.

Harry Lewis

doesn't notice at first, as he's filming with the boys

when he has a second to sit down he sees a text from you

as he reads it he thinks back "holy shit, I'm in trouble"

he dials your number so damn fast

you answer and don't get a chance to speak

"baby, what'd I do?" "harry, what?" "you didn't say you loved me"

"Im sorry?" you're confused and he can hear it in your voice

"when you called earlier. you hung up and didn't say it back."

"That was four hours ago????" "doesn't matter. what happened?"

WillNE

he doesn't call back, but jim does!

"mrs. lenney, will's losing the plot, please tell him you love him."

"james, fuck off, mate." you burst out laughing, realizing your mistake but before you can correct it james cut in again.

"you don't even have to mean it," followed by shuffling and shouting.

now will's on the other end of the phone, "oi! of course she does. right, darlin'?" the uncertainty in his voice makes you laugh again

you decide to toy with him just a bit and skip over his question completely, "James, how are you?"

"both of ya can fuck off actually."

[kislnd]

handsy - chrismd~

synopsis: chris loses all sense of self restraint when he's drunk around y/n. notes: hey... i have returned after a very long while... with the chris fic based on this request from a while ago 🫶 getting back into the flow of writing so apologies if this isn't the best!! warnings: suggestive, alcohol word count: ~1.3k

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the pub was a haven of warmth amidst the cool autumn night, its windows fogged from the breath of numerous conversations and a slight aroma of alcohol and some sort of fried food clinging to the atmosphere.

y/n could tell chris was already a few drinks in and gradually becoming more and more competitive as he challenged each of his friends to a game of darts. "you still think you can beat me?" he teased to a more sober arthur who just rolled his eyes playfully, his voice louder than usual due to the alcohol loosening his tongue. "don't get too bigheaded, it'll be even more embarrassing when you lose." arthur grinned, standing to his feet to take chris on. y/n couldn't help but crack a smile at arthur's remarks - usually it was chris who would say things of the sort, especially when he was under the influence.

y/n watched intently as arthur went first, despite the fact he also had a couple of drinks he was still quite good - good enough that she wasn't sure if chris could actually beat him. "that might actually be a hard score to beat chris," she grinned at him from where she was sitting. "hey!" chris turned around abruptly to face her, a slight smile on his face, "you're supposed to be my number one supporter!"

"i am, i'm just realistic." y/n shrugged, "for some reason arthur is weirdly good at certain things." at this, arthur piped up, "that didn't feel like a compliment," he smiled, but remained fixed in his position, hyperfocusing on the dartboard to finish up his final few throws as best as he could.

"chris, you're up," arthur pulled his final dart out of the board, satisfied with his score. "i'll wait a second, let you feel good about your performance for a moment before i thrash you." y/n still wasn't convinced chris would be able to pull it off but she stayed quiet, anything could happen, especially if he was this dead set on winning.

the first couple of throws hadn't been too bad but in comparison to arthur's up to that point, they were slightly lower scoring. "you're going to have to really pull it out of the bag here mate," another one of the guys who was invested in the game commented. "don't worry, i know what i'm doing." chris nodded to him, y/n couldn't help but laugh - she wasn't quite sure when he turned into the grand master of darts but this mentality wasn't currently translating into skill. admittedly, she was hoping chris would win, moreso because after everything he had said, it would be a blow to his ego if he lost and painfully embarrassing.

as if by some miracle, chris' final throw was the saving grace of the entire game. arthur's mouth fell open in shock, he had been leading for most of the game and rightly so, had been expecting to come out on top. "i like to lure them into a false sense of security." chris grinned widely at arthur, who still hadn't fully processed how he had managed to bring it back to the point of victory. "yeah, i've no idea how you did that but fair play, well done." arthur shrugged, taking another sip of his beer.

chris finished gathering up the darts, went to order another pint and returned with his drink, situating himself next to y/n. "i never doubted you for a second." she giggled, shuffling a little closer to him. he smiled, resting his hand on her thigh, "whatever you say."

as the night drew on and the drinks continued to flow, y/n noticed chris' hand inching further and further up her thigh, pushing her skirt dangerously high. he was rubbing small circles on her inner thigh absent-mindedly, engulfed in the conversation at the table. every now and again, he would glance at her with clouded eyes that, despite being tired and obviously drunk, were still filled with love, maybe even something more.

y/n mentally confirmed he was in a certain mood as he inched closer to her, dragging her towards him so their sides were pressed together - one arm around her, resting gently on her lower back while the other continued to rub her thigh slowly, almost painfully. if they hadn't been in public, she was certain something more would have happened by now. chris was getting more bold, sliding his hand even further up her leg, earning a gasp from her. "chris!" she hissed, not wanting to draw attention to them, "really?"

despite being a little more than just slightly drunk, chris knew what he was doing, and y/n knew that for a fact. "what?" he smiled a dopey half smile at her, "can't i touch my beautiful girlfriend?" y/n rolled her eyes playfully, she still couldn't believe how cute he was capable of being - especially given the fact that he was generally quite mean when under the influence. she had to admit she couldn't get enough of the way it made her feel extra special, and honestly it did give her a good laugh. the way he would be super loving towards her and in the same breath call some poor victim, usually arthur, a rude name was just comical. "why don't we get this treatment?" arthur prodded chris in the side with a cheeky smile on his face. "last time i checked you weren't my girlfriend?" he snapped back lazily, head flopping onto y/n's shoulder, hand still firmly planted on her leg. "wouldn't want to be either, you're crushing the poor girl!" another one of the guys, one y/n honestly didn't recognise in the moment, added.

at this, another couple of people at the table darted their eyes towards her, noticing the way chris was near enough wrapped around her completely, bar his lower half. she felt the heat rising to her cheeks, she was never the type to do pda, but equally she wasn't entirely opposed to it - just as long as it wasn't something too crazy. "you lot as well?" chris sighed, exasperated at the attention from seemingly everyone other than y/n, "i'd like to enjoy my girlfriend in peace please," he shut his eyes slowly, clearly getting towards the tired stage of being drunk. "we can tell," arthur continued, noting chris' hand placement. y/n assumed that this was his way of getting back at chris - playfully of course - while he wasn't energised enough to argue. "i'll let you have that one, i won the darts," chris didn't bother to open his eyes to reply, he used what energy he had remaining to pull himself closer to y/n, "and i have a sexy girlfriend, so who really won?"

the table erupted into laughter - y/n couldn't tell if this was genuine shock or amusement or a blend of the two. the way chris could be so straightforward when he was drunk and come out with some of the most unexpected things was remarkable, he became almost the polar opposite of his sober self. "right, i think we'd better get home," y/n spoke lowly to chris, who hadn't moved from her seemingly very comfortable shoulder. it was getting late and everyone was visibly tired and / or intoxicated so she figured it was a good idea to slip out of the pub before the masses left.

chris only hummed in agreement, eyes still firmly shut, the few thoughts that were circling his mind were all y/n.

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Hii! If you're up to it, could you write a ChrisMD fic x reader where they're best friends but with time they finally get togethers and everyone (fans & friends) is not suprised at all because they saw it coming?

Thank you, and I hope you have a lovely day! ♡♡

Totally okay if you don't want to write this btw x

Not so surprised -ChrisMD

warnings: none!

summary: as usual, your and Chris’ fans speculate about your relationship before you’ve even made it official, but when you do they’re the first to spot the clues.

notes: hiii! Thank you for the request lovely, I hope you enjoy💫. I’m back in the groove of attending to this account so here we are🤗. I also have a Valentine’s Day fic for Harry coming out on the 14th so look out for that!!💕🫶

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okay i have a request !! maybe being on inside with george 👀 and a friends to lovers happens but also like drama??

Inside Trouble.

(A George Clarke x Reader fic set on Inside) notes at end of fic!!

You never expected reality TV to be this intense.

Sure, you knew Inside was about strategy, social manipulation, and surviving weeks locked in a house under 24/7 surveillance—but you didn’t realize just how personal it would get.

Especially with George Clarke in the mix.

You and George had been friends for a while before the show. Maybe even best friends. You always joked around, filmed videos together, and people constantly asked if there was something more between you. You always denied it.

But in here? With cameras watching, emotions running high, and George acting weird—it was getting a lot harder to pretend.

Day 8

"Y/N, admit it, you’d be lost in here without me," George teased, flopping down beside you on the couch.

You shot him a look. "Please. I’d be thriving without you weighing me down."

He gasped dramatically, hand on his chest. "That hurts. You love having me around."

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. "Keep telling yourself that, Clarke."

Someone from across the room chuckled. "You two do realize the entire internet is shipping you, right?"

You froze.

George, on the other hand, smirked. "Yeah, well… they might be onto something."

Your stomach flipped.

But you laughed it off. Because that’s what you always did.

Day 13

Lately, George had been distant. Not in an obvious way—he still joked around, still sat next to you at dinner, still teased you in the group challenges—but something had changed.

And you weren’t the only one who noticed.

"He’s jealous," one of the contestants whispered to you one afternoon.

You blinked. "Of what?"

She smirked. "C’mon, Y/N. You’ve been spending more time with Matt. And George? He’s fuming."

You glanced across the room. George was talking to someone, but his eyes kept flicking over to you. And yeah, now that you were looking for it—he definitely wasn’t happy.

So, of course, you had to test the theory.

You laughed a little louder at Matt’s joke.

And that was when George stood up and left the room.

Day 14

You found him in the kitchen later that night, leaning against the counter, looking pissed off.

"Alright," you said, crossing your arms. "What’s your deal?"

George scoffed. "I don’t have a deal."

"You’ve been acting weird all day."

"I’m fine," he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

You stepped closer. "George—"

"Do you like him?"

You blinked. "What?"

His jaw clenched. "Matt. Do you like him?"

You stared at him, heart pounding. "Why do you care?"

George exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Because I—" He stopped, shaking his head.

"Because you what?" you pushed, stepping even closer now.

George’s eyes darkened, frustration flickering into something else. Something intense.

"Because I can’t stand watching you with someone else." His voice was low now, rough. "Because I’ve spent years pretending I don’t feel this way, and this stupid show has made it impossible to ignore. Because I—"

You didn’t let him finish.

You grabbed his shirt and kissed him.

It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t hesitant. It was weeks of tension, months of denial, and every single moment leading up to this one.

George groaned against your lips, hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer like he’d been waiting for this. Like he was desperate for it.

You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. The kitchen, the cameras, the whole show? Gone.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless.

George swallowed, eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes.

"Well," he murmured, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Guess that settles that."

You laughed, still catching your breath. "Yeah. Guess it does."

And just like that—Inside had never felt more dangerous.

notes:

i would be lying if i said that requests without much infomation don't freak me out HELPP. i kind of just assumed you were talking about that one show 'inside'

ily all

[headdinthewall]

EVERY TIME … ── c.dixon ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : every time (sort of) that chris mentions you in a youtube video // hint : there’s a lot. a/n : happy birthday chris!! ik i said the next post would be an inside post, but it’s chris’ birthday so :) content : established relationship ,, mentions of childbirth and postpartum anxiety ,, sexual references & talks of sex

𐙚 Whenever he does his football challenge videos, he’s points at the camera and says ‘Reader, this is for you’ before scoring an impressive goal or missing miserably.

“Give it a rest, Chris, she probably doesn’t even watch your videos!” Theo complained. “That is the fifth time this video he’s said that.” George added. “How many of these do you think he makes the editor keep in?”

𐙚 Always mentions you in the podcast episodes when he goes on them (Fellas, Useless Hotline, Bach&Arthur) and is open but to an extent about your relationships. When Cal and Chip get him talking about kinks, he expresses what he’s into but makes sure to never reveal anything to haven’t already told him you’re okay with the world know.

“So, like, the maid shit, is reader into that?” Chip asks, fiddling with the microphone. “She can be, yeah, it really depends on her mood. I think she prefers lying down as opposed to being on top, so it’s a win win for both of us when we do that stuff.” Chris answered honestly.

𐙚 He makes sure to repeat everything said on the podcast back to you so you can tell him if you want it cut out or not, and if you do he’s never mad, all he does is send a quick text to Chip saying ‘reader wants this, this and this cut out please’ and it’s done with.

𐙚 When he did the cooking video with Arthur and George, you went out for the night with some friends and he was talking about you the whole time.

“Reader would think this is absolutely disgusting.” / “Arthur, I hope reader comes home and sees what you’ve done to her kitchen and beats you.” “Her kitchen?! You share the apartment with two other people!” Arthur exclaimed, but George butted in, “It is her kitchen, to be fair.”

𐙚 Adding on to the cooking thing, he brings up your food a lot, especially when he gets to that whiney, moaning state of tiredness in his videos. It happened in the North vs South video:

“God, I would kill for readers lasagne right now.” Chris groaned, resting his hands on his elbows. “Yeah, you’d like her beef and cream all over you, wouldn’t you?” Theo jeered. “Well, yeah, actually, because she’s my girlfriend?” “Can you just pop her a text and ask her to bring a family sized lasagne, I’m starving.” Will added.

𐙚 If he’s doing a video where he has to physically walk around London to complete challenges, he’ll walk past places and say “Oh, reader wants to go here for dinner.” or “Reader loves this shop, can we pop in so I can get her something?” (Always ends in him coming home with a special something he picked up from your favourite clothes shop).

𐙚 He knows your routine like the back of his hand. When it hits lunch time and filming ran overtime, he’ll order you something he knows you adore and screenshot the UberEats code and send it to you without saying anything else other than what he’s ordered. Example: ‘kfc boneless banquet for you x’ In response? Probably a tit pic, or underwear pic.

𐙚 When you have kids, he’ll mention it as much as possible. He’s so proud to be a dad and even prouder of the fantastic mother that you are. Also definitely talks about having his son/ daughter going into football, makes jokes about disowning them if they don’t want to but everyone knows he would never.

“Chris, what are you doing if child doesn’t want to play football?” Harry asked, to which Chris replied, “Mm, adoption, probably.”

𐙚 Rambles about you on the Three Peaks video so much because the only for him to get through 24 hours straight of hike, eat, sleep, repeat is to think about the love of his life. Since the video was a dedication to mental health, he talks about how having a baby affected both of your mental healths (his with more anxiety about the baby getting hurt and yours with just being drained 24/7)

“I know some of you are probably sat at home saying ‘Oh, where’s reader?’ ‘Reader would love to do this!’ Yes, she would, but she also gave birth a week ago and I have strictly forbidden her from doing any strenuous activity.” George makes a joke out of Chris’ statement, “Sounds like you’re holding her hostage mate.” “No, but I did tell her that I didn’t want her doing this in case she hurt herself, but … she didn’t really want to do this anyway. She’s been having major postpartum anxiety recently, and just hasn’t been sleeping well … but … we’re getting back on the right track.”

𐙚 He gets really excited to talk about you whenever someone asks about you. Even if it’s just a fleeting comment asking how you are, he can go on for hours and hours about the most recent date you went on, how you’re holding up with motherhood and just handling life in general. He’s 100% your biggest fan (even though he’s the famous one in the relationship).

𐙚 If he films a video with Bach or Chip, they will both end up talking to each other wondering if you and Liv/ Sabina are into the same stuff, in which the conversation vaguely goes something like this:

“Has Sabina been showing you this new dress style recently?” “Oh, yeah, non-stop. Has reader been showing you?” “Yeah, constantly. I think it’s trending.” “Are you gonna get it for her?” “Are you?” Followed by a simultaneous “…Yeah.”

𐙚 Always puts in a song you’ve been really enjoying recently, whether it’s in a clip interval or a beat-drop moment when someone scores, the song will be something you’ve had on repeat.

𐙚 His outro always has something to do with you, whether it’s mentioning your name or referencing something only you two would understand.

“Thanks for watching today’s video! Um … pie and chips for tea please, my love!” / “If you watched till the end, go follow my girlfriend @/yourusername right now!” / “Thank you for watching, here’s a cute clip of reader crying because child made their first steps. I want edits. Now.”

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Mic'd Up

Pairing: ChrisMD x Reader Genre: Fluff, Humour, Light Embarrassment, Friends-to-Lovers vibes Summary: Chris forgets he’s mic’d up during a shoot and says way too many things about how fit you look that day — and the editors leave it all in for the final video

Word Count: 550

Masterlist

You had no idea.

Not when you tied your hair up in the car park. Not when you tugged your hoodie off to reveal the fitted jersey Chris lent you. Not even when you jogged over to the pitch, bouncing a ball between your feet, while Chris stood on the sidelines, fully mic’d up for the “Mic’d Football Challenges” shoot.

You had no idea he was saying stuff like this:

“Nah, this is ridiculous—what is she even wearing? Did she wake up and choose violence against my self-control?”

“Right, focus. Focus. She’s your mate. Your fit-as-hell, probably-unreachable, absolutely-glowing-in-the-sunlight mate.”

“Is she doing this on purpose? Is this payback for nutmegging me last week? Because fair play—this is torture.”

He said it all quietly. To himself. Probably thinking the boom mic wasn’t that close. But he forgot the golden rule: if you’re mic’d up, the editors will catch everything. Especially the good bits.

And they loved this.

You only found out days later when the video dropped.

The thumbnail was chaos, as always — Chunkz yelling, Theo mid-fall, you kicking a ball through two cones while Chris looked on in horror.

You clicked on it, expecting the usual mess. What you got was far more interesting.

Halfway through, there was a random slow-mo montage of you kicking a ball, set to dramatic music.

And then came his voice, dropped in like a commentary:

“Is she doing this on purpose? This is torture.”

The screen paused, glitched with a record-scratch effect, and the text: “Yes, Chris was very much mic’d up.”

You dropped your phone. Picked it up again. Rewound.

They’d included all of it.

You watched, mortified and kind of... flattered? Your face burned as you listened to him panic-babbling under his breath, going from admiring to self-deprecating to very clearly down bad in a matter of seconds.

You got texts immediately.

Theo: "MATE. MATE. CHRIS IS IN LOVE WITH YOU. This is not a drill."

Talia Mar: "You absolute minx. What were you WEARING that day??"

Harry: "This is better than reality TV."

You showed up to the next shoot armed with a smug grin and a vengeance.

He spotted you from across the pitch, froze like a deer in headlights, and turned bright red.

“Oh, if it isn’t Mr. ‘She’s my fit-as-hell mate,’” you called, sauntering over. “Had anything else you’d like to mumble into a microphone today?”

Chris groaned, burying his face in his hands. “They promised they’d cut that.”

“They lied,” you sang, poking him in the chest. “So. Fit-as-hell, am I?”

He peeked at you between his fingers. “You’ve always known I fancied you.”

You tilted your head. “I knew you liked me. I didn’t know you suffered.”

He chuckled, a bit sheepish but grinning now. “That obvious, yeah?”

“You said self-control, Chris.”

He groaned again. You laughed and looped your arm around his.

"Relax. It’s kind of cute.”

“…Kind of?”

You leaned in, lips brushing his cheek.

“Okay. Very.”

And just like that, he was back to being absolutely flustered — but this time, he didn’t run. Just slipped his hand into yours, camera crew be damned.

[insomniac4000]

I have to Part 2

Read Part 1 here

The day she saw him it again it was raining because of course it was. The weather serving a very cold reminder of what she had done. Four months had passed since she had left his flat that day and not a day went by where she didn’t think about him. That only increased threefold once she had bumped into George, her and George got on well when she was with Chris and she had never seen George so serious in her life, it worried her. She started running her old route hoping to bump into Chris again, she just wanted to see things for herself. It took one week since she had bumped into George and he was right, he didn’t look like himself at all. He looked smaller, his hair and beard were unkempt, his t shirt had a stain on and his joggers had a hole in. His face looked like he had aged, he looked as if he was carrying the whole world in his shoulders. He was running from the intrusive thoughts, she knew it was something he did and his face looked pained as his cheeks puffed out every few steps. He looked up from his feet and he almost stumbled when he saw her. She walked towards him as they maintained eye contact for a few seconds. His face turned from shock into a scowl, he kicked his feet more vigorously and took off. She sighed and contemplated following after him but ultimately decided against it, she just hoped the next time they crossed paths he would be in a better mood and felt more like talking. The second time Chris barely registered her before turning on his heels and running back in the opposite direction. The third time they were both at the park her heart pumped quicker as he jogged over to her. She sent him a very small smile which faded when she looked at the sheer anger that was written all over his face.

“Leave me the fuck alone, what is this some sort of sick game to you?” With that callous line he ran on his way leaving her standing there was again in tears.

Chris was pissed he run home his feet pounding the pavement so heard he could always hear it through the music in his headphones. He stomped in his flat, slamming the door behind him. George was in the kitchen making some toast and looked up at see his small and angry friend in front of him who zipped off his hoodie and threw it onto the sofa, a far cry from his usually neat housemate.

“Who the fuck does she think she is?” Chris started as he stomped into the kitchen, flying the fridge door open and grabbing a bottle of water before closing the fridge forcefully.

“Bad morning?” George said a little tongue in cheek, he soon swiped the smile off his face when he looked down at Chris’s face.

“She was there AGAIN today. It’s not a coincidence she’s MOCKING me. I walked right up to her and told her to leave me alone. Why now? Why turn up now when I’m trying to run and go about my life!” Chris ranted, waving his arms around liked a crazed mad man. George looked pensive for a moment but ultimately decided honesty was the best policy.

“We saw her at a pub last week. As we were leaving she came up to us and asked me how you were. Maybe she is just worried about you…”

“Why what did you tell her?” Chris snapped.

“Nothing! Maybe she just wanted to see you.”

“Well I don’t want to see her. I was doing just fine until she keeps showing up.”

“Are you?” George asked, he hoped  Chris wouldn’t take this any other by but from concerns but unfortunately he was wrong. Chris could be incredibly defensive these days and it seemed like today would be no exception.

“YES I’m so fucking sick of people treating me others. Errr Chris is so small he’s going to break, poor Chris can’t find a girlfriend who doesn’t leave him. None of you are funny you know!” Chris snapped before walking to his room and slamming his bedroom door shut like a stroppy teenager. George sighed and grabbed his phone knowing he couldn’t stand by and watch his friend be miserable anymore. He scrolled through his contacts, looking for her name and started typing the message.

Fancy a drink? It’ll be good to see you and I think we need to talk.

The date was set for the following day. George managed to sneak out of the flat unnoticed and walked the seven minutes to the pub. She was already there, sitting in a booth she had only just beat someone to, a half empty pint of cider in front of her. George sat opposite her, she looked up immediately sensing someone’s shadow, she gave a small smile it was genuine but cracked.

“Hey, thanks for coming,” she said her voice merely above a whisper.

“Let me get a drink and let’s hash this out shall we? Want another?” He pointed at the half empty glass.

“Not yet, I should probably slow down.” George nodded and grabbed his own pint before sliding into the booth opposite her, she took a long sip and sighed.

“I’m sorry if he was a bit of a dick to you the other day he’s just really going through it at the moment,” George started. Even though she was the cause of all this he could tell she was hurting too, really hurting.

“I didn’t want to hurt him George you have to believe me when I say that was the last thing I ever wanted to do. I really thought he would just get over me in a day and move on to someone better…”

“Okay breathe.” Goerge put his hand out before wrapping it around his pint glass. Everything was a mess but he was sure this was fixable. “I get it, if I was with Sabrina Carpenter and everyone was telling me I was am irrelevant moron, well they’d be right but…” He paused to give her time to laugh, she did but he then leaned in a little, turning serious. “I can see why it would get to you. I just also wanted to tell you that Chris didn’t think any of those things about you, I honestly really think he thought this was it and that’s not me trying to make you feel guilty but he would have stood up for you if you wanted it.”

“I didn’t think I did want it.”

“What do you think now?”

“That I made a mistake, but we live and we learn.”

They talked for a while about how to move forward, she changed her mind no less then three times when George suggested they try and get in a room together. She was persuaded none the less and the date was set. Chris knew nothing about it, George thought it was better this way. Arthur wanted to run away from it all but stayed because George needed an ally. George was convinced this would work, it was all he had.

The front door clicked shut. Chris didn’t look up from the PS5 controller in his hand, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the FIFA screen like it owed him something. So when soft footsteps padded into the living room behind him, Chris frowned. The others were already here so who could this be? He scoffed at the idea of someone else coming in the hope of ‘cheering him up’ he didn’t need cheering up he was doing just fine he thought.

Then he heard her voice.

“Hi, Chris.”

His heart stopped. The controller slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor. Slowly, like someone dragging himself toward a cliff edge, he turned.

She stood in the doorway, messy ponytail, hoodie half-zipped, hands shoved in the sleeves, not far dissimilar from the last time she was here. The time she broke his heart.

“What the fuck is this?” His voice cracked like a whip.

She flinched, but didn’t move. “George invited me.” The housemates who had been standing in the kitchen looked at each other before ducking down beneath the counter, why? They didn’t know.

Chris stood abruptly, the force was so strong it ended up swinging back the arm chair a little which landed with a big thud. “Are you kidding me? George invited you? He didn’t even tell me—are you two mental? What the actual fuck is this?”

“Chris, please—”

“No! You don’t get to show up here like it’s some fucking surprise reunion. You left. You walked away, remember? And now you’re what, hoping for some nice chat over tea?”

His voice was rising, volume colliding with fury. “Get out. Get the fuck out of my house.”

“I’m not leaving until you let me say something.”

He laughed—cold, bitter, wrong. “You’ve said enough. You said everything when you left me after five fucking months because it got ‘too hard.’” He made air quotes, mocking. “You think I haven’t seen hard? You think I was doing fine after you bailed?”

Her eyes were glassy, but she held her ground. “I know I hurt you.”

“You ruined me.”

Silence stretched, his breath ragged in the echo of his own words.

“I—I came because George told me what’s been going on,” she said, voice shaking. “He’s worried. And I know you don’t want to hear it from me, but I needed to see you. I needed you to know that I’m sorry.”

Chris turned away, fists clenched so tight his knuckles went white. “Sorry doesn’t fix any of this.”

“I know,” she whispered.

He closed his eyes, voice breaking. “I loved you. I fucking loved you.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, they had never told each other that before, it was brewing before she left they were on the cusp but never made it. She never got to know how he felt for her. “I know. I loved you too. I just... I panicked. The attention, the pressure. It was too much. And instead of talking to you, I bailed. And I hate myself for it every day.”

He didn’t answer. She stepped forward, carefully, like she was afraid, the person standing in front of her wasn’t Chris, not her Chris and she didn’t know what to do. 

“I can’t undo what I did,” she said, voice raw. “But I never stopped caring. I never stopped missing you.”

Chris blinked, throat tight. And for the first time in months, something inside him cracked that wasn’t anger. Tears rolled down his cheeks. George and Arthur were shocked, they had never seen Chris break down like this before but they were slightly glad that he was feeling something other than rage.

Chris sat back down heavily on the sofa, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. For a moment, she just stood there, uncertain. Then, slowly, she crossed the room and sat at the opposite end of the couch, this used to be where her and Chris would cuddle up, where she used to feel safe but now it felt cold.

“I didn’t expect to feel the way I did,” she said quietly. “Being with you... it was the happiest I’d been in years. But people started noticing, speculating. Commenting on my posts, sending me threats. I felt like I was losing control.”

Chris finally looked at her, and though his eyes were red, there was no venom left. Just exhaustion. “Why didn’t you tell me that? Why didn’t you let me help?”

“I thought if I needed help, it meant I wasn’t good enough for you, that I just wasn’t cut out to be the girlfriend of someone well known. And I didn’t want to drag you down with my mess. I honestly thought you deserved better.”

He shook his head. “You were never a mess. You were the best part of my day.”

A pause. Her lip trembled.

“I tried moving on,” he said, quieter now. “Tried distracting myself. But none of it worked. They weren’t you. I so wanted to make other people feel what I did, but it didn’t make me any better because I still didn’t have you.”

 “I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just needed you to know how much I regret it.” She wiped her cheek, then met his eyes. Chris hesitated, then leaned back and exhaled.

“So where do we go from here?” He muttered.

“I don’t know. I just wanted you to know that I didn’t do it because I didn’t want you. I felt I was holding you back.” She felt the final words were fitting and summed up her side of the story beautifully so she got up from the sofa and head to the door again. She felt a very strong pull on her wrist, she turned around to see Chris.

“No. No I let you walk out of that door before and I am not letting you do it again.” He said, firm but without venom and he pulled her  to him. As soon as she fell into his arms again she melted, she belonged there and she never wanted to let go, neither did he.

[mrtelevisionlover]

can i request a chrismd one where you where one if the girls in the 20 women vs 1 youtuber football edition and fans start to ship you two? even the guys haha! loving your work btw!!

Yes!! Loved writing this, enjoy!

(Can you tell I know nothing about football?)

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When Y/n got a DM from Chris’ manager asking her to be in this video, she wasn’t too sure what to think. She wasn’t very lucky in the dating scene, only going on a few first dates, and had never had a boyfriend. She didn’t really want to embarrass herself in front of his millions of subscribers but she had been a fan of his work for a while and had always wanted to meet him so…why not?

The morning of, she was very nervous. She had bought a new shirt to wear, and paired it with some shorts. She braided her hair into a simple french braid and stepped into some worn out trainers. She decided to go without makeup, as she was probably going to sweat it off. Also the weather outside was horrible and she didn’t want mascara dripping down her face…And she was late for the train.

When she arrived on the pitch, she saw 19 other girls, all very pretty. She suddenly felt insecure, especially as no-one was talking to her. She decided to go over her pickup line, seeing as that would be his first impression of her.

Soon, the cameras started rolling and one by one, the girls would introduce themselves to Chris and his two friends, Calfreezy and ArthurTV. Eventually, it was just her left. She watched Chris say goodbye to Loretta, who she eventually learnt had been on a few dates with Chris already. Once his manager gave her the green light, she walked over to the table.

“Wow-Hello!” Chris smiles. He takes a moment to look at her face, admiring her.

“Hi! I’m Y/n and uh…Can you be your striker? I'm only aiming for your heart.” Y/n giggles slightly, and the sound brings blush to Chris’ cheeks. 

“Aww, that’s quite sweet.” Arthur coos.

Freezy pauses, then points, nodding his head. “You know what, I like it.” 

Chris shakes his head slightly, and presses a hand to his cheek. “Are you any good at football?”

“I play with my dog sometimes?...” She shrugs, embarrassment painting her cheeks slightly.

“Oh…Okay. Well, I wish you the best of luck.” He smiles.

“Thank you!” She takes a few steps away from the ball before running towards it and kicking it with all her might. Unfortunately, the ball narrowly misses the goal, and goes over the top.

“Ooh! That was good, I’ll give you that.” Chris exclaims, clapping his hands together in celebration.

Cal sighs, “That almost made it too.”

“I’m actually surprised I got it that close. I thought it’d end up behind me.” Y/n gasps as two hands cover her mouth. She was quite awful at football and really surprised herself.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Arthur looks towards Chris in anticipation. He knows Chris already likes her, he can see the look in his eye– it was the same in school.

“Yeah, you’re through.” He smiles. Freezy takes note that this is the widest he’s smiled so far.

“Really? Thank you!” Y/n does a little jump before waving goodbye. She walks over to the rest of the girls where they actually start to talk to her. She starts talking to Rose, an American streamer who flew all the way over to be on this video. She seemed to really like Chris and Y/n started to get a little nervous, Rose was very pretty.

“She seems really sweet.” Arthur whispers to Chris as you walk away.

“She’s really pretty too.” Chris blushes, sending a shy smile towards him.

Freezy perks up, “Uh-oh, Chris is falling already.” He laughs.

Soon after, they moved into round two. Twelve girls remained, Y/n included, and they had three free kicks. Chris, Freezy, and Arthur stood in a line a few metres in front of the goal while the girls aimed for it, the 3 of them often getting hit. 

“Hello Y/n.” Chris beams. Cal laughs at him while Arthur nudges his shoulder. 

“Hi again.” She smiles, waving to the 3 of them. She’s incredibly nervous. She worries her luck has run out and has a bad feeling she’s going to hit one of them.

“Any technique you're aiming for?”

“Um…To score? Hopefully” She laughs. Chris giggles, Arthur and Freezy give each other a look

“Okay, Well…Best of luck.” He smiles.

Y/n steps back from the ball, lets out a little breath, and kicks the ball. It goes over their heads, and misses the goal. “Aww, come on!”

“It’s alright, you got two more!”

She kicks the ball again, she uses less power and it rolls towards the goal slowly. Arthur lets out a little laugh and Chris hits his chest with a scowl. 

“One more, give it some power!”

“Okay.” She mutters to herself as she walks back to the line. “Just score one, please.” She whispers, closing her eyes.

Y/n lets out another little breath before kicking the ball with all her strength. She watches the ball fly through the air and…Hit Chris right in the groin.

Arthur screams, “OHH!” as Chris falls to the floor, Calfeezy struggling to breathe from laughter. 

“Oh my-Are you okay!?” Y/n quickly runs towards him, leaning down to check on him.

“There goes my ability to have kids.” He groans, rolling on the floor.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t even know I could do that-” She apologises as her face is flooded in guilt. 

“It’s okay, I’m okay.” Chris slowly gets up, Y/n helping him.

“Are you sure? I’m just gonna go-”

“No! You’re through.”

“Wait, what!?” Cal exclaims as Arthur gives the camera a look of bewilderment. 

“Really?” She gasps.

“Yeah, you’re really sweet.” Chris rubs his hand down her arm, soothing her slightly.

“Oh, thank you. Again, I’m really sorry.” Y/n face plants as she walks away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“You are insane.” Arthur mutters.

“What can I say, I really like her.” Chris shrugs, then wincing

 For the third round, the nine remaining girls had to show a talent. Y/n watched girls throw and kick footballs, recite poems, and participate in an arm wrestling contest. She decided to do some gymnastics, as that was the only thing she could come up with. 

“Hello Y/n, what will you be showing us today?”

“I will be doing some gymnastics.” 

“Oh cool! Ready when you are.” 

She starts by doing a handstand, then holding it for a few seconds before falling into a bridge. She stands up and does a simple cartwheel, then falls into the splits. She hears the guys cheering her on and she giggles slightly. She decides to finish it off with a few flips, landing in front of the table. 

“Wow…” Chris stares in awe.

“That was so cool” Arthur exclaimed, shaking Chris slightly.

“It’s a yes!” 

“Really? Thank you! See you later.” You wave them off. Chris watches you walk off, subtly checking you out. Freezy notices this and laughs at him, smacking him over the head.

 Now onto round 4. There were only five girls left and they were to be interrogated by Chris’ two friends. 

“So Y/n…What is your biggest turn off?”

“Uh…Not telling me how they’re feeling. I think it’s really attractive when a man tells me how he’s feeling — whether if he’s happy or sad, I think it’s really important.” She nods.

Arthur smiles. “That’s a really good answer.”

“Yeah. I’m really open about mental health on my YouTube, I like to use my platform for good, sometimes.”

“Really? Men’s mental health is so important, I think a lot of guys watching your channel would really benefit from it.” Y/n praises.

“Thank you.” He blushes.

“Chris…What makes Y/n different to the other 4 girls?”

“She’s really sweet, and seems very genuine. She’s…alright at football and…she’s beautiful.”

“Aww” Both Cal and Arthur coo.

Y/n covers her face, her cheeks feeling warm. She peaks between her fingers to see Chris smiling nervously. 

“And Y/n, what’s your favourite thing about Chris?” 

“I love how much he cares. He clearly cares so much about his friends, his videos, his fans. It makes him so enjoyable to watch and honestly? He’s such an inspiration.”

“Oh wow.” Chris breathes, his heart skpping a beat. 

“Right were running out of time but quickly—rate each other out of ten.” Calfreezy interrupts, turning to the two.

“Ten.” “Ten!”

“Really?” “Really?” They both stare at each other in surprise, blushing blooming on their cheeks.

“Chris? A ten?” Arthur teases.

“What? I really like his hair, and his freckles.” Y/n tuns to Chris and takes a moment, looking at all his features. “And he has a really lovely personality.”

“So…It’s Y/n and Rose, right? Those 2 you were smiling the entire time.“

“Yeah…Yeah, it’s them.”

“So…We’ve made a decision and we’ve decided to put Y/n and Rose into the final.”

“Woo!” The rest of the girls clap.

Both girls did rock, paper, scissors to decide who was starting first and Y/n won. Chris held an Umbrella over her head as he led her to the goal.

“So uh…What baby names do you like?”

“I like classic ones like Charlotte, or Henry.”

“Oh nice. I like Heather.” 

“Aww, that’s really cute. How many kids do you want?”

“As many as my wife will have, I don’t mind.”

Y/n smiles and realizes she's at the line. She says a little goodbye and watches him walk away. 

Eventually, Rose had scored 2 out of her 4 tries, and Y/n only had scored 1 out of her three. If she wanted a chance, she’d have to score. Y/n stands in front of the ball and closes her eyes, and slows down her breathing. She shakes her hands, stretches her neck, and kicks the ball.

She watches the ball fly through the sky, miss the goalie, and hit the net! She hears the guys celebrate behind her and realises she’s back in the game. 

She then watches Rose hit the ball for the final time, and watches as it narrowly misses the goal. Y/n hears gasps next to her as someone shakes her shoulders.

“If you score this, you win! No pressure though.” Arthur smiles at her sheepishly. She nods, still in shock. Y/n turns to Chris as she walks away and he gives her a reassuring smile, and a thumbs up. 

Y/n turns to the ball and eyes up the goal. She lets out one final breath and kicks the ball. It feels like everything is going in slow-motion, and she can’t watch anymore. She turns around and covers her eyes, only opening them when all 3 guys scream in excitement. 

She turns back around to see the ball in the goal and she gasps. “I did it!” Chris runs over and gives her a hug, congratulating her in her ear. She hugs him back, and squeals in surprise when he picks her up. Chris then gives her a gold envelope with a lot of money inside.

“No-I can’t keep this.” Y/n tries to give him back the envelope but he puts up his hands

“Yes you can, you won.”

“No-” She tries.

“Yes.”

“A date with you is the prize.” She pleads.

He smiles, before pushing the envelope back in her hands.

The video then cuts to them both skipping into the distance, with cute music playing over the top. It then fades, the video ending.

Comments: usera: Hello!? The chemestry between the two? SO glad she won

userb: rose was robbed tbh

userc: DOES ANYONE KNOW IF THEY ACTUALLY WENT ON A DATE I NEED TO KNOW!!

userd: who's wating for arthurs ai generated comment?

usere: you could see how much chris liked her from the start. who knew he was such a blushy boy!?

userf: so cute! Hope to see her in other videos

userg: him picking her up at the end? they better be together

userh: her talking about men's mental health? chris, she's a keeper!

Well, I hope you like it. My first real fic, done!! also, ignore any mistakes, i'll go over them tomorrow x

[georgeclarkeys]

knight in shining armor - chrismd x reader

summary: you receive some unwanted attention at your daughter's football match - 900 words

taking a small break from my tiktok series, and i have been obsessed with the idea of football dad chris recently. i kinda love this dynamic, let me know what y'all think. i'm considering turning this into a little mini series type thing as well, so if you want to see more girl dad chris with his little star athlete you might be in luck :)

hope y'all don't hate it!

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The summer sun was heating up, causing a warm afternoon on the football pitch. Per usual it was mass chaos around you, kids crying, footballs flying, and parents getting a bit too mouthy with the teenage referees. You held your daughter Eleanor by the hand, leading her through the mayhem to find her team. Her long blonde braids were swishing behind her head, and the beaming smile on her face as she took in her surroundings let you know that she was in her element. 

Eleanor was currently the captain of her team, and in the lead with most goals on the season. When people watched her play, they were astonished by the skills the young girl possessed, but when they realized her dad was ChrisMD, it all seemed to make sense. 

You spotted a small cluster of baby blue uniforms, and pointed them out to your daughter, allowing her to run off and join her team. Making your way to the stands, you reminded yourself to save a spot for Chris. He had a meeting this morning on the other side of the city, so he would be running late for the match. 

As you found your seat, you noticed a man watching you. He was raking his eyes up and down your form, taking in the baby blue athletic dress you had worn to match your daughters uniform. You ignored him, thankful that your designer sunglasses shielded your eyes from his unwanted gaze. 

You returned your attention to the team warm up, watching your daughters clean passes and sharp dribbles that made your heart swell with pride. She turned towards the stands and met your eyes, sending you a big smile and a small wave. 

The man who was watching you took notice of your interaction, and must have decided it was the perfect way to start a conversation. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he stood up and slid into the seat next to you, the one that you had been saving for Chris. 

Your heartbeat quickened with anxiety as he spoke to you, “is that one yours?” He asked, pointing towards Eleanor. “She seems like quite the player.”

Your face held a nervous smile, “Yeah she’s mine. Her dad taught her everything she knows.”

You subtly shifted your left hand into view, trying to show off the massive diamond wedding ring on your finger, but the man didn’t seem to notice. 

“Mine’s on the other team,” he boasted, pointing to a tall girl in a black uniform, “she can be a bit mean on the pitch but she’s leading her team in goals.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “My daughter is-” he cut you off and shifted to look straight at you before you could continue.

“So are you and her dad together? Because you caught my eye as soon as I saw-”

Almost in retribution, someone clears their throat behind you, cutting him off before he can finish. You turn and sigh in relief as you see that Chris has come to your rescue. His face is a picture of barely contained rage as he takes in the man sitting entirely too close to his wife. 

“Hey mate,” he says with a seething smile, “I believe you’re in my seat.”

The man is a picture of arrogance as he turns around, until he makes eye contact with Chris. You watch the mans eyes widen and jaw slightly drop before he says, “you’re ChrisMD.”

“And you’re way too close to my wife.”

“W-wife?” The man turned to look at you.

You plastered a tight smile onto your face, and brought up your left hand, wiggling your ringed finger.

“I’ll--I’m--Uh, I’m just gonna-” he stumbles over his words as he gets up and moves back to the other side of the stands. The mans eyes are glued onto the pitch, and his cheeks are slightly red from embarrassment. 

You look over at Chris as he slides into the seat next to you, “hey gorgeous, sorry I’m late.” He curls an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, placing a soft kiss on your temple. 

You place your hand on his knee and give him a sweet smile, “my knight in shining armor.”

He leans back to gaze at you, “If I was sad an single at a children’s football match I would come and flirt with you too. You’re looking absolutely stunning, babe.”

You roll your eyes, but can’t stop ths smile on your face, “Save the flirting for after Elly’s bedtime.”

He quirks an eyebrow at you, but the whistle signals the start of the match before he can quip back. Chris’s head snaps towards the pitch, finding his blonde football star immediately. 

He stand’s up and claps his hands together, yelling out a “Let’s go Elly!” You know it embarrasses your daughter, but it also let’s her know that her dad is in the stands; she always plays harder when she knows her dad is watching.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟlater that evening

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