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bambi-slxt · 4 months

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🤍𝐈 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠🤍

𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠

word count: 1.5k

genres: n/a

warnings: mentions of depression medication and mental health, male masturbation

notes from bambi: here you go!

Matt did see everything. He liked to lurk in the triplet’s fandom spaces, and when his mental health was good, he even found it kinda fun, though he would never reveal this aloud. He definitely enjoyed watching those same spaces work themselves into a tizzy at his knowledge admittance–these kids were so funny. So it came as no surprise to him when the Tumblr TikTok video showed up on his feed.

Matt hadn’t had a good night. He’d tried to jerk off earlier, all to no avail. His antidepressants were helpful for his mood and overall outlook on life but goddamn did they make it hard to masturbate. With a snarl, he had pulled up his boxers and opened TikTok. That was over an hour ago, and now Matt scrolled aimlessly on his private account. He was quite proud of it actually. He disguised it as some random fanpage and had made it a personal mission that week to reblog a few videos about himself. No one would know, and he was nothing if not a Matt girl.

The video on his Following page was formatted simply–a girl in her room, as most of them were, and he saw it was one of his favorite fan accounts. She always had good takes and the drama in her comment section kept him incredibly entertained. She was expressing her fear at his now-infamous “I see everything” line, and with a chuckle, he pressed the heart icon, preparing to scroll away. In his sleepy haze, he missed, hitting the comment bubble instead. What he saw made his head tilt.

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oh ik the tumblr girlies shakin rn

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LMAOOOO REAL

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i’m so lost 😭😭😭

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tumblr can’t be worse than here

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wait what’s on tumbler?

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bro does NOT see everything, he’d be traumatized

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@ user WHEN I SAW THAT I SCREAMED

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you guys are gonna make them quit if you keep doing ts

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Matt rolled his eyes at that one. He knew it was a valid concern, but he also knew that there were prices to be paid for being famous, and he would take a few weird stories in exchange for the life of his literal dreams. And besides, he reasoned to himself, they were always so off-the-mark anyway that it didn’t even feel like he was reading about himself.

But back to the matter at hand. Matt had never even heard of Tumblr, so there couldn’t be that many triplet fan accounts on there, and he figured that after everything he’d seen on Twitter, he was ready for anything.

“Well this is fucking ridiculous,” he grumbled to himself, scrolling to the end of the “headcanon”, as it was called. Matt read the name of the “blogger” (he was learning so many new terms tonight) that posted it - some strange amalgamation of letters and numbers, with, of course, “sturniolo” tacked on to the end. Matt elected to keep his thoughts on the spelling to himself. “You’re weird for that. All of it.” He swiped out of the app, fully prepared to roll over, go to sleep, and forget all about it.

…

But what else did they get wrong about him? What did the rest of them think he did when he had sex? Matt figured he should check that “sturniolo triplet” hashtag one more time.

He sat up properly for this, sighing as he flicked on his bedside lamp. It illuminated his room, its soft light showcasing the woodsy decorations he’d furnished months ago. With a grimace, he opened the accursed app once more and began a deep dive.

It seemed the entire community centered around “smut” of him and Chris. He saw a few for Nick, a handful for Nate, all of which he scrolled past quickly, blinking them away. He wasn’t trying to dive that deep.

The first thing Matt noticed was that almost every story had a line of photos at the top, like a faux header. None of the images contained anything amiss–all were photos posted by him and his brothers throughout the years, pictures taken by fans at shows, and the like. No, the real stuff lay in the words. This was a community–he could tell that much from the amount of reposting–of very good writers. Many of their stories spanned thousands of words with multiple parts and real plots woven throughout. And there were a lot. It was dizzying. He adjusted himself.

There were stories for almost every situation, some even making him a drug dealer (though most writers seemed to think that out of anyone, it would be Chris, which he found hilarious due to the fact that Chris couldn’t tell a convincing lie if his life depended on it), a mafia boss, a father, a mechanic, or simply just a doting boyfriend. Some wrote him as a harsh, domineering man, quick to take his bratty girlfriend to task. Some wrote him as a needy submissive individual, and the words they used made his head spin. Matt adjusted himself again. His dick didn’t normally bother him this much. Maybe he needed new boxers.

Matt himself only had a bit of experience in the wide world of sex. He knew there were some wild kinks out there, but he found he was never much interested in watching that kind of porn, and he’d only been with a few girls his entire life, none of whom had ever asked him to perform such tasks on them, so he really didn’t know what he liked and didn’t like. As he lay in his bed, his lamp casting fuzzy shadows over his room, Matt couldn’t tear his eyes from the screen.

They think I’m capable of actually…spanking someone? Am I? If she wanted it, I guess…Apparently I’m some sort of sex god, super posessive, I have a breeding kink, whatever the fuck that means, and Chris and I fight over girls a lot. To him, that was the most unrealistic–he and Chris had wildly different types.

The sheer amount of stories depicting him absolutely rearranging the guts of the reader or y/n (he still had no idea what that meant) made his brain short-circuit, and he tried to tap out of the one currently pulled up. But alas, Matt still had no idea how Tumblr worked–the images below every story just took him deeper, and it was one of those images that he misguidedly clicked on, an innocuous lilac purple, covered in sparkles. Seems harmless enough.

As Matt tapped around, trying to get back, he found himself on another account and thoroughly lost. An underlined word in the first post caught his attention–concepts. Subtitled below were the words, “short headcanons about the triplets! both sfw and nsfw”. He tilted his head. ‘Sfw’? What does that mean? A quick Google search quieted his questioning. Surely a “safe-for-work” headcanon would be fine to read. He tapped the link, and it directed him to a simpler page, one organized using just his name and Chris’s, each one with links below them. His thumb hovered over one near the top, its title mildly intriguing–“soft!dom!matt”.

Then he paused. Was he really doing this? His dick began to throb. He should have just left the whole thing alone, but now…well, now he had to know.

Five words in and he was pumping his rock-hard cock in his hand. Matt’s neck strained, his left thumb shaking as he tried to scroll to read more. Such a short piece of fiction and yet…

His stomach began to tie itself into knots. The more he read, the more he panted. His whole pelvic region felt tingly and his cock was so warm in his hand, and getting warmer by the second. This was different than anything he’d ever jerked off to before–this wasn’t a video, or even a naughty selfie from a girlfriend. This was pure porn, about him bringing some unnamed girl to completion over and over again. Matt didn’t even know that was possible. The unnamed girl couldn’t even handle his cock, that’s how tight she was-

The moment he realized this fact, his nuts clenched and he spurted cum all the way up to his chest. Pumping furiously, even raising his hips into his hand, he continued his explosive orgasm, letting out breathy groans as he did so. His chest heaved with heavy breath, and Matt felt the beginnings of a headache forming behind his eyes from how hard he’d just finished. He collapsed on his bed, sheets askew, pillows rearranged, staring blankly at the ceiling.

And then Matt realized which head had been doing all his thinking for him this entire time. Letting his now-limp dick flop to the side, he let out one more gasp of air. “That was weird,” he said aloud into the empty room. “Never doing that again.”

notes from bambi: i referenced my own work because it didn’t feel right to use anyone else’s without their consent, and i wanted to put this out today, not because i think my writing is better than anyone else's or because i think matt would prefer mine over yours. remember that it’s all just fiction and we write for fun. i hope you all enjoyed!

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charcoallbaby · 8 months

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the chase

smutty asf. 18+

wrote this last night while i was half asleep enjoy!

matt sturniolo was the biggest slut ever. if he wasn’t too busy with college work or being the hockey teams captain, a girl was definitely getting dicked down by him.

i was a sophomore, he was a junior so we never crossed paths until my best friend started to date one of his brothers nick. my best friend, sam was head over heelings for nick, it was annoying to be around but i was happy for him, he seemed to be really happy.

his brother matt sturniolo could never get his eyes off me when i was around him, it made me pissed off. i knew what his thoughts were, even if he was a cool guy, which he is. he’s nice and pretty and would never dare try to do something with me since sam and nick warned him that im off limits. but i think matt liked the chase, he liked the fact that he couldn’t have me. so all he did was eye fuck me across the room with a solo cup in his hand talking to some blonde who was practically begging for him. he could smile and girls would be throwing themselves at him.

i sighed before making my way over to sam and nick. “can we go?” “im getting tired,” i exhaled. “girllllll, come on!!!!” “the party is just getting started!” sam cheered. i rolled my eyes at him. nick touched my arm, “matt’s going home soon, he has a project to work on, i’m sure he’ll have no problem dropping you off.” “yeah-um sure, i’ll ask him.”

my eyes darted over to where matt was. no where to be found.

3 months later.

“it’s so fucking hot god!” i groaned. “don’t worry y/n, it’s because im here.” matt joked. i angrily rolled my eyes. “matt, what?” nick cringed. “it’s too hot in this car and i’m gonna die if we don’t get there soon.” i whined. “stop whining and be happy!” sam patted my head like a dog. “wait is there a pool or hot tub there?” chris asked nick. “hot tub chris, it’s a cabin in the middle of the woods!” “but we can just get the hot tub in while it’s cold.”

the second matt parked the car in the garage, i grabbed my bag, hopped out and ran towards the door inside. i needed to get into minimal clothing, i was wearing sweats for some reason.

“here she is!” “here she is!” sam sang out. a smile formed onto my face.

i wore a baby blue bikini set. it made my girls look amazing which rarely happens while having a heavy chest, bikini cup sizes always do me dirty.

i pulled myself up onto one of the kitchen island stools. “care to make me one?” i asked matt who was on the opposite side of the island cutting himself limes to put into his bottles of corona. “yeah sure,” he flashed me a small smile. he could be really sweet sometimes, it didn’t suit his slutty alter ego that he had. he had no shirt on. he looked really fucking good. small beads of sweat were around his neck, i wish i could lick them off. what. no. y/n stop. my eyes shifted down to his tattoos covering his right arm, it made him more attractive if that was even possible. i shook myself out of the heart-eyeing gaze i was in and turn my stool around to sam, chris and nick playing mario kart.

something cold touched my back making me jerk away from it and turn around. “here.” matt nodded his head. “thanks,” i took the bottle off him, our hands quickly touching. he had nice hands. matt made his way over to the boys in the open-planned living room joining them on the couch. “i’m just gonna go tanning!” i called out to the boys. “okay!”

i placed my headphones into my ears, pressing shuffle onto my playlist. the first song playing was “we are the people.” by empire of the sun.

i opened my eyes, something was blocking the sun. all the 4 boys standing in front of me. i ripped my headphones out of my ears. “excuse me?” i pull my sunglasses down from my head to cover my eyes. “we’re going to the store do you need anything?” sam asked. “oh-em,” “get me more tanning oil i’m out,” i propped myself up with my elbows. “girl, we meant food,” nick sighed. “oh, im good.” i smiled before laying back down. “can i have the keys?” sam asked. “oh yeah here,” i hear matt’s keys jingle. “wait,” i sat up. “who’s going?” i asked. “just me, nick and chris why?” sam pushing his hair out of his eyes. “oh no, just wondering.”

great. i’m gonna be here alone with matt.

the boys walked back inside. i picked my headphones up to put them back in my ear until i hear the door re-open. “thought i’d join you,” matt’s voice became louder.

i mentally groaned. i moved my head to my left and looked at him. “i’m not going to be doing a lot of talking, i’m tanning as you can see you,” i looked back up at the sky. a husky chuckle left matt’s mouth. “i was gonna turn on the hot tub and make the water cold for us,” i sat up for the 3rd time in the space of 2 minutes and looked at him. “nice glasses.” he teased. “thanks.” i gave him a fake smile.

i couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not they were the iconic simple black raybans.

i walked over to the hot tub, taking off the covering. “do your job.” i crossed my arms. matt laughed. “such a pretty attitude.” he walked past me and turn the hot tub on. i rolled my eyes and looked out at the view infront of us while matt did his job.

“should be good to get in.” matt picked up his bottle of beer, taking a gulp. “alright.” i dipped my foot in.

“ohhhhhhh fuck,” i moaned putting my head back in pleasure. the cold water hitting my skin felt so good against my boiling body. matt followed in after me. “so,” i clicked my tongue. matt looked at me while licking his teeth. his teeth and lips were so perfect fuck. “what’s your body count so far?” i crossed my arms. he shot me a glare.“i’m not as bad as you think i am y/n, i just like to feel good,” he put a wet hand through his dry hair. “yeah sure matt, does that mean by being inside every girl that you make eye contact with?” i tilted my head and smirked. “i’d bet you’d love it.” he raised his eyebrows and shot me a smile. “yeah, no thank you.”

i layed down on the couch in my bikini scrolling through different social media’s on my phone.

matt drained me in the hot tub. all he did was try to flirt with me and try to get me to accept to let him fuck me, so i left. it was way cooler inside from the blaring AC.

“we’re backkkkk!” nick sang while walking upstairs from the garage. i put my phone down and sat up. “did you get bottled water?” “i’m dying,” i followed nick into the kitchen. “yeah, sam and chris are bringing the groceries up now, i didn’t want to carry anything!” he chimed. i let out a small laugh before nick asked, “where’s matt?” “he’s in the hot tub,” i looked outside at him. “oooooo, i wanna get in the hot tub, “please tell me he’s not a psychopath and it’s cold?” “it’s freezing don’t worry.”

it was around 9pm. everyone was tired from the sun. all of us were in the living room, me laying on the cold floor, nick and sam sharing a arm chair, chris and matt both sprawled out on the big couch. my arm draped over my eyes while we talked while chris’ playlist while lowly playing on the tv.

“we’re off!” nick yawned. i pulled myself to sit up. “don’t go to bed too late y/n!” sam called out.

“i won’t thanks mom!” i called back.

after awhile of chris yapping to me and matt, i decided to head upstairs and going to bed.

it was 4am, i went to use my bathroom until i noticed there was no toilet paper. i groaned and made my way to my bed to grab a t-shirt to put on.

i threw on a baggy t-shirt before opening my door and making my to the bathroom. i rubbed my eyes and pushed open the half-closed door infront of me.

"fuckkkkk,” i heard a deep groan. i rubbed my eyes again. matt standing in the shower touching himself. he didn’t notice me. i quickly turned around before i heard him moan my name. no. no. no. i needed to leave. i quietly shut the door and ran back to my room.

i anxiously sat on the side of my bed biting my acrylic nails. that fucker was thinking of me while jerking off. i sighed before waiting until i could hear matt’s footsteps.

i walked out of my room to matt with a towel wrapped around his waist, wet hair and water droplets all over his body. i gulped. “showering at 4am?” i questioned. “i like night showers y/n,” he stopped. “oh yeah, i bet you do matt,” i jokingly winked. “wha-” i cut him off. “it’s okay matt, you get off to me,” i crossed my arms. “n-no, no i don’t how would you know?” his face was covered with confusion. “i have ears, anyway im going to use the bathroom,” i walked past him. he quickly grabbed my arm. “no, no,” “y/n tell me what you heard?” he quirked his eye brows up. “matt i’m going piss myself.” “i’ll see you in the morning then.”

i made way back into my room. i jumped seeing matt sitting on my bed with shorts on. his phone screen lighting up his face. “what the fuck are you doing in my room matt!” i whisper-yelled.

he smirked. “i think we should recreate what you suppose heard in the shower,” i rolled my eyes. “matt,” i sighed. “go please, i’m tired and i don’t want to fuck you sorry if that bruises your massive ego, but your probably a walking form of chlamydia,” i made my way to the opposite of my bed.

he turned and looked at me. “come on baby, i’m clean i get tested im not stupid,” he layed down on my bed, resting his hands behind his head. i layed down beside him. “i’m going asleep matthew,” i placed my head down onto the pillow behind me. “mhm,” he mumbled. he leaned down to me his lips hovering over mine, they looked so kissable. “you don’t know how bad i want to fuck you, you make it so hard when all i want to do is bury myself inbetween those thighs y/n,” he groaned. i clenched my thighs together which made his eyes shift down. a smirk now planted onto his face. “i bet your panties are soaked, can i check?” his fingers trailed down my under my shirt. i nodded my head. god what am i doing. 2 minutes ago i didn’t want him anywhere near me, now i want him everywhere.

he pulled my underwear down slowly making me impatient. i groaned and leaned my forehead against his bicep.

matt slid his fingers down my soaking pussy that was begging for his touch. “oh my fuck, “your soaking,” he groaned before slipping two fingers into me. a low moan left my mouth. “look at me,” he spoke. i quickly pulled my head up and looked at him. he picked the pace up hitting my g-spot making me moan loudly. “there it is,” matt whispered. all he did was hit my g-spot making me on the verge of my orgasm. “come on sweetheart, finish on my fingers.” his thumb met my clit making my orgasm come quicker. i clenched around his fingers and shivered while coming down from my high.

matt’s fingers were in his mouth tasting me. “you taste so sweet,” his lips finally meeting mine. i hungrily kissed him, i didn’t know i had this much energy from just coming down from my high. his right hand met my waist slowly pulling my shirt up. “take it off,” he mumbled. i quickly took my shirt off before placing my lips back onto his. his hands met my nipples. he pulled his lips away from me before placing his warm mouth onto my nipple slowing sucking it. “matt,” i moaned eyes rolling back from the pleasure. he pulled away from me. “that’s all i wanted to hear from the moment, i met you.” he grunted. “fuck me, please.” “as you wish.”

he was massive. i didn’t know if he would be able to fit inside of me.

he lined himself up with my entrance. “ready?” his chain hanging over me. i nodded my head. his head slowly entered me before pushing his whole self into me. “ohhhhh,” i let slip out. “you ready baby?” he asked again before kissing me. “mhm.” i mumbled.

matt was pounding into me roughly and i wouldn’t want it any other way. god he felt so good inside of me. i have been missing out.

he slowly pulled out of me finishing all over my stomach. his load tripping down my hips. i quickly picked it up with my fingers and placing my fingers into my mouth. the salty-sweet taste entering my mouth. “i think you were made for me y/n, you feel way too good.” matt mumbled into my neck.

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snickerdoodie · 22 days

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“Sugar and Spice”

Summary: Everyone knew Jake Seresin was a charismatic player. Whether it was flirting with girls at the bar or charming his way out of any situation. But what happens when the blond pilot finally meets his match?

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

A/N: hey guys..I’m not even gonna lie I completely forgot to post this lmao, I got a liiittle busy with everything and it completely went over my head. But here it is! Finally! After two months. This also isn’t proof read, per usual, so sorry if anything sounds off. Enjoy!

Jake’s chatting along with Rooster and the gang when the door suddenly chimes open, taking a quick glance as any human would, but what he sees isn’t what he’s expecting. In comes you, dressed up in a simple white tank top and probably the shorted daisy dukes he’s ever seen, not that he’s complaining though . His eyes rake over your body before he travels further upward, smirking to himself when you accidentally make eye contact. Giving him a nod and a classic small smile, you make your way over to the bar, soon getting into a quick conversation with Penny.

“Well I’ll be damn,” He says into his beer, taking a long sip before wiping his lips with a grin. That causes Rooster to quirk a brow at the unexpected comment.

“What’s up with you? Find a new pair of tits to ogle at?” He quips, noticing Hangman’s intense stare across the room. Seresin shrugs, a smirk still plastered on his handsome face.

“‘Could say that. Could also say I might have just found myself my girl tonight.” And with that, Hangman scoots himself out of the booth he was sitting in and makes his way across the room, gaze dead set on you sitting at the bar, drink in hand. He ignores the unwanted calls and shouts narrowed to him from his friends, too caught up in his next words. Taking a seat on the empty stool next to yours, leering on your exposed skin before continuing.

“Hey there, what’s a pretty thing like you doin’ here sittin’ by yourself?” You turn your head to the sound of the voice, not even hearing him come up beside you. At first, you do a once over at the man, taking in his striking green eyes and Hollywood smile. Then you take notice in his uniform, his sunglasses perched on the fold of his shirt. Must be one of those pilots you keep hearing about. Turning your upper half to him, you smile.

“Doesn’t seem like I’m sitting alone now, does it?” You quip back, setting your drink down on the countertop. The man’s smirk grows wider as he rests an elbow on the wood.

“Aw, no need to thank me, just doin’ what’s needed of me.” You just now realize his country accent, standing out in certain phrases; it makes you fight back a blush. You raise a brow nonetheless.

“Is that so? Did you magically think I wanted you here, Blondie?” You know he wasn’t expecting the nick name when his brows raise for a split second before shooting back down to their original places.

“Eh, I don’t need’a think, I just know by heart. Y’know, with my magical powers ‘n all.” He imitates quotations at the end of his sentence. You huff out a laugh at his words, eyes cascading down to your watered down drink. Taking a sip, you focus your attention back onto the man in front of you. That stupid grin still plastered on his lips.

“Well can your magical powers tell you the name of the lady you decided to make your next target?” It came out a bit harsher than you intended, almost regretting your words. Truth is, you *were* enjoying his company and that southern drawl of his. He honestly was making your night a bit better than just sitting there alone, drowning in your drinks and mind while some overplayed Toby Keith song played on the jukebox.

“I’m afraid that’s somethin’ I can’t do. Care to help me out here?” Relieved he didn’t say anything about your earlier statement, you bite your lip with a smile, nodding.

“(Y/N),” you state, almost missing the way his eyes light up more at your declaration. “What about you, G.I. Joe? Got a name to the face?”

“As a matter of fact I do, gorgeous. Most people call me Hangman but I’ll make a special case and let you call me yours.” He winks with that cheshire grin. You fight back both a blush and a large smile this time at the cringy and overused line.

“Is that so?”

“I’d sure so hope so, ma’am.”

You both stay silent as you stare at each other. While you bite the inside of your cheek, he scoots himself closer to you, knees brushing against each other. You can smell his sandalwood cologne and the beer he’d been drinking previously before coming up to you. Hangman notices your lack of response and licks his lips, eyes flickering from your glass to your hair then to your lips before continuing.

“Tell ya what, sweetheart” he starts, catching your attention, “You name the game. If I win, you’re buying me dinner. But if you by some miracle manage to beat me, you won’t have to endure my charming company ever again.” He finishes, looking very confident in his proposition. You tilt your head and fully face your body towards him, your legs scooting between his as he widens his stance to make room. You swear you could have seen his adam’s apple bob harshly at the movement but you payed no mind.

You narrow your eyes slightly before a small smile stretches across your lips. With the confidence that this man passed on, you carefully lean forward so your palms are resting against his firm thighs. Bracing yourself as you lean in closer. Hangman bites his lip before tilting his head down, his chest heaving in a breath before he speaks,

“You gonna take up on that offer, darlin’?” He drawls out, voice raspy, almost sultry. You look him in the eyes as you lightly squeeze his skin, his smirk growing.

“Y’know what? I will, s’not like I’ve got anything to lose now is there, cowboy?”

I also tried to make my format for my fics a little more..interesting looking. I felt like they’re too boring so tell me your thoughts. Feel free to comment if you liked or disliked something! :)

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yamamasjumpercables · 7 months

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hi my loveeee :)

you should do matt x best friend reader

they’re really close but are too scared to get tg cause they don’t wanna mess up their friendship

maybe nick and chris keep pushing them to get tg and they finally give in

i jus know you’re gonna eattt, i love you 🫶🏾🫶🏾

I Only See You

Best!Friend!Matt x Best!Friend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: kissing, ass grabbing and some cussing 🙇🏾‍♀️

a/n: this took me a while, my brain wasn’t functioning properly. I was stumped but we good now🤭

You know how everyone says don’t date your best friend because, there is a chance that everything will go to shit once you break up. Now listen Matt could care less unless, he experienced it for himself. Yet when it came to that, Matt couldn’t deny the fact that it scared him. It scared him to even take the chance to confess his feelings for you. It scared him more than ketchup being next to his food. You and Matt have been friends for God knows how long. Both of you had feelings for each other that had yet to be revealed.

You and the triplets were currently getting ready to go out for dinner. Chris was currently walking out of Nick’s room after Nick kicked him out for giving you his immature opinion on your outfit, saying that if you move to much you’ll grace everyone with a nip slip. Matt walked into the bathroom were you and Nick were getting ready. “Are you guys almost done we are going to lose our reservations-” Matt complained but came to a halt as he walked into the bathroom, gazing on your beauty. How your dress hugged every part of your body. How your face glowed within the lights of the bathroom, shit you didn’t even put your makeup on yet. Still it’s like God had put his whole foot into creating you. A big smile appeared on Matt’s face when he caught you laughing at something Nick said, he couldn’t make out any other sound but your laugh. He was only focused on you. Matt finally snapped back into reality when you poked your freshly done acrylic nails on his cheek. “Matt did you hear what nick said” you say laughing a little. “What did he say” Matt asked. “He said that you are madly in love with me” you say covering your mouth trying to conceal your laughter. “Yea that’s funny” Matt says awkwardly. “Why are you not laughing?” You ask Matt, taking his hands and placing them on your waist. “Are you ok Matt” you ask him, putting your hands around his neck. Matt’s heart is practically beating out of his chest, he doesn’t know what you were doing or why you were doing it but he felt like he might faint right there. Matt can smell your Chanel perfume Nick bought for you 5 months ago for your birthday. All Matt can do right now is stare into your e/c eyes, and admire you. “Yea I’m fine, I just didn’t think the joke was funny” Matt says out of breath from your beauty. Chris walks back into the room, seeing what he thinks is the day he’s finally been waiting for. “Oh finally you guys confessed your feelings for each other, now Matt can stop telling me how much he’s in love with you”. Chris said relieved. “What!” You and Matt say simultaneously. “Chris, what the fuck dude” Matt says taking his hands off your waist, putting his hands on his face. “Oh did I misread the situation” Chris said awkwardly. “Well since Matt is in love with you, Matt Y/n is in love with you as well” Nick yells. “Nick oh my fucking goodness” you say shocked. “Wait you’re in love with me too?” Matt says stunned. “Yea” you say timidly. Matt walks over to you and grabs you by your waist, embracing you in a passionate kiss. Matt moves his hands down from your waist to your ass, gripping it then pulling you closer to him deepening the kiss. “Ok now you guys can you stop” Nick said disgusted. “Yea I’m gonna lose my appetite if you guys keep eating each other’s faces off” Chris says annoyed walking out the bathroom. You and Matt break the kiss, a string of saliva connecting both you and Matt’s lips. “Ok ok wipe that off Matt get out so me and Y/n can get ready” Nick says pushing Matt out the room. “Fine whatever, I love you Y/n” Matt says before pulling you kissing into a kiss then leaving. “You two disgust me” Nick says helping you fix your hair. “Get used to it, he’s my man now” you say all giddy.

This took a while hope you like it 🧎🏾‍♀️🩷 thank you to my love for the request @worldlxvlys 💋💋

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sturnsbaebackup · 10 months

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IS IT OVER NOW? - MATT STURNIOLO

summary: you and matt recently broke up and you run into him at a party where he’s all up on another girl.

warnings: angst, drinking

based off of the song is it over now by taylor swift!

part 1 || part 2

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the breakup was rough. you both cried as you sat on the edge of matt’s bed, mutually agreeing that this was for the best. your hands were shaking, and matt was holding them gently.

“i’m really sorry y/n, you’ll always be my first love and i hope you know that,” he said as he rubbed his thumb gently over yours.

“you’ll always be my first love too, matt.”

the memory of the breakup that occurred only a week prior continues to replay through your head as you watch him from afar. his hand rests around her waist as they both converse with some of their friends, nick being included in the conversation. you’ve never seen her before, but he sure looks comfortable with her.

“you need to stop staring at him, y/n,” your best friend maya says, snapping you back to reality. your head turns towards her, “shit i didn’t even realize i was staring,” you sheepishly admit.

“did you also realize how tightly you’re gripping your cup?” she teases, her eyes looking down at your hand which is tightly wrapped around a red solo cup. you roll your eyes at her remark. you then tilt your head back as you finish off what’s left in your cup. “i’m going to get another drink, want anything?” you ask.

“nope. but i’m gonna go talk to this guy who keeps staring at me. you have fun though! call me if you need me,” she says as she walks away from you. you groan in annoyance since she just abandoned you. “whatever,” you mumble under your breath. you take one last glance at matt and his new girl, and as you start to look away, your eyes meet nicks. he gives you a small pitiful smile, knowing how much this must be hurting you. nick was easily you and matt’s biggest supporter. he loved you two together. you smile back at nick somberly. you then walk away to go get more alcohol, since there’s no way you’d be able to get through this party sober.

as you’re scouting out the alcohol, a guy comes over to you with a smirk. “hi, i’m levi,” the curly haired boy says.

“hi levi, i’m y/n,” you smile up at him, pouring yourself some vodka. you end up conversing with levi for a good ten minutes before exchanging numbers. levi gets pulled way by one of his friends, and that’s when you realize that you’ve had eyes on you throughout the entire conversation with him.

matt’s eyes are burning into the side of your face, and you can see it through your peripheral vision. his arm is still wrapped around the mystery girl, but his eyes are glued to you. you bite your lip to hide your smirk, knowing matt is just as angry as you are.

you look at him, catching him in the act of staring. suddenly levi comes back to you, and grabs your attention by wrapping his arm over your shoulders. you smile up at him, continuing your conversation with him. not too long later, the alcohol really starts to kick in for both of you, and you both end up with your lips attaching to one another. your hands find their way to the back of levi’s neck, and his hands find their way to your waist. his hands start to lower to your ass, and you giggle into the kiss.

the alcohol really starts to kick in as levi drunkenly takes your hand, dragging you upstairs with him. as you make your way towards the stairs you pass by matt and his new girl on the couch. her head is resting on his shoulder and he’s placing small kisses on her temple. matt notices you and levi, and he also notices you watching him as you make your way up the stairs. your heart skips a beat as your eyes lock with matt’s, but not before levi grabs your attention again.

you both go into the bathroom and lock the door behind you. you sit on top of the counter and levi stands between your legs. you then bring him closer to you by the collar of his t-shirt, and you attach your lips to his. things heat up a bit and he starts to unbutton your blouse. unfortunately,you’re both interrupted by someone banging on the bathroom door in an urge to use the restroom, so you quickly button your shirt back up and exit with levi.

“well that ended quickly,” levi jokes and you blush slightly.

“yeah. but i think i’m gonna go find my friend who i came with. but i’ll text you, okay?” you say.

“yeah i should probably find my friends too,” he smiles. you say your goodbyes to your new ‘friend,’ and make your way down the stairs once again. unfortunately for you, you forgot to check the mirror before you left the bathroom. your lipstick is smudged and your hair is disheveled. matt is quick to observe this, and his jaw immediately clenches.

“are you okay, matty?” the girl under matt’s arm asks, looking up at the brunette boy. the nickname makes his jaw clench even tighter, since that was what you used to call him.

“don’t call me that, and i’m fine. i’ll be back,” he angrily says to her, rising from the couch and following where he saw you go last. her mouth drops a little at the suddenness, but she’s too drunk to really even care.

“y/n! wait!” matt yells to you, making you turn around. you were expecting it to be levi, but when you see the familiar face of non other than matthew sturniolo, your heart drops.

“what do you want, matt?” you spit out to him. the anger in your voice is clear, and it’s killing matt like venom. he stands there unsure of what to say or do.

“hello?! i asked what you want! shouldn’t you be off eye fucking your new girl?” you exclaim.

“oh please, like you’re any better? how was the bathroom? clearly you had a good time,” he gestures to your slightly unbuttoned blouse and messy hair. you quickly fix your shirt and hair, glancing up at him with pure disgust.

“if you don’t remember, you broke up with me matt! yeah sure, it was mutual, but that doesn’t mean i wasn’t hoping we’d end up back together. but clearly we were on different pages because you’re out going to parties and picking up new girls left and right. i only got with levi to make you jealous! i still love you matt! so much!” you angrily laugh, in shock that this entire situation is even happening right now.

“w-what?”

“what? did i stutter?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“no no, i just— you still love me?”

“i’ll always fucking love you matt! i was hoping that we would find a way back to each other, but you’re over here eye fucking some blue eyed girl! so clearly it’s over now. i just really don’t understand why you’re getting mad at me for kissing someone else. you started this shit!”

“are you stupid? it’s because i’m jealous, y/n! i never wanted her, i was just trying to minimize the pain i’ve been feeling without you!”

you groan, your head starting to hurt from the alcohol rushing through your veins. “you’re too confusing matt. when you make up your mind on what you want, call me,” you say before escaping into the crowd, leaving matt with his emotions.

this was really rushed and i hate the ending sm 😭 but if you liked this make sure to go read part 2 !!

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sturniozo · 10 months

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Tutor Part Two

AN: You guys seemed to like the first one so here’s a part two!

Masterlist

NOT PROOFREAD

I haven’t been this nervous driving since my dad was first teaching me to drive. I pull into the parking lot of the Subway restaurant and shut off my car. The pit in my stomach deepens and I wipe my damp hands on my jeans.

Chris unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the passenger side door, but stops and looks at me, concerned. “You good?” He asks.

“Y-Yeah.” I say although I’m sure even Chris can hear my heart beating a million times a second.

“You don’t look good.”

“Wow, thanks.” I say sarcastically.

“No I mean, you always look good, but right now you just look like you’re about to throw up.” He closes the passenger side door and situates himself back into the passenger seat.

I blush deeply when he says I always look good. I try to brush it off and think about something else.

“I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with so we can get back to studying.”

“Get this over with?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t want to get food?”

“I’m fine with the food part it’s just… talking to the workers in there…”

“But… don’t you work part time as a waitress?” Chris asks me.

That is true. Almost as soon as I turned 16 I got a job as a waitress at a restaurant near my house. I’ve only had the job for a few months and it’s already helped with my anxiety so much. But I still get anxious when shopping or ordering food in any form.

“It’s alright, I got you. My brother Matt has anxiety too. I can just order for you if you’d like. Tell me what you want and I’ll be right back with it.” Chris smiles at me and puts his hand over mine. My heart races. His hand is on mine. Oh god I bet he can feel how damp my hands are. He probably thinks I’m weird and gross now.

“Are you listening to me?” He asks and I snap out of my thought.

“Y-yes. Thank you.” I say while a soft blush creeps up my cheeks. I tell Chris my usual order and he leaves to go get it for me.

While I’m alone in my car, I get a text from Nick.

Little Nicky 😈 - How’s studying going?

Me - We took a little detour. Chris swears he’ll study if we went and got food so that’s what we’re doing now.

Little Nicky 😈 - he’s tricking you. He’s not gonna study.

Me - I could have guessed that.

Chris returns with bag in hand with our subs. He sets them down in the backseat and places our drinks in the cup holders.

“Well, they were out of doctor pepper so it’s not a full ‘graveyard’ but I did the best I could.” He buckles his seatbelt.

“Thank you.” I smile softly at him.

“No problem. Not let’s get back to your house, eat, then study.”

“Yes, let’s do that.” I say as I start the car.

“Of course, it’s a nice day out. We could fine a park or find some parking lot and eat there instead.” Chris suggests not-so-slyly.

“You’re just going to come up with new ways to not study aren’t you?” I ask.

“You got me. Now let’s go, the back parking lot of the mall is almost always empty.”

“We’re going back to my house to eat and study, Chris. That was the deal.”

“New deal?”

“No new deal.”

“You’re pretty demanding. Why do you want me to study so bad anyways?” He asks and sips on his drink.

“It’s a favor for Nick.” I shrug.

“Is that all?”

“Yeah. That’s all.”

“Wow. So it’s got nothing to do with me at all? I thought we were friends.” Chris puts on an exaggerated pot with puppy eyes.

“Well. I guess we are. We’ve known each other for four years so I’d say we’re at least a little bit friends.”

Chris smiles. “Then as my friend, will you drive to the malls back parking lot and park there so we can eat?”

I blink. I take a deep breath and look at him. “That was manipulative as fuck.”

Chris shrugs. “I promise we’ll study after we go eat.”

I sigh and lean my head down and press my forehead against the steering wheel.

“The longer you stall the soggier the bread on your sub will be from your mayo.” Chris says. I laugh softly and roll my eyes. I put the car in gear and start driving out of the Subway parking lot.

“Are you going to the mall?” Chris asks.

“Yeah.”

“See? I knew you couldn’t resist me.” Chris laughs.

And the butterflies are back.

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stxuxrniolochris · 7 months

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fake dating - Chris Sturniolo p3

P1 P2 P4

slow burn ( i think ), your both seniors(18), also i live in Ireland so idk how American like years in school works so just go with it, use of y/n, half based on to all the boys I’ve loved before but not really, highschool!chris

Summary ~~you both need to get peoples attention but you might just end up catching eachothers~~

On the way to the triplets house Chris called their mom marylou and asked if it was good for me to stay with them for a night. I always saw Marylou as a mother figure because she was the closest thing to a real parent I had. We were close, i like to think she sees me as a daughter since she doesn’t have any. She said yes, and that I don’t even need to ask, which made me smile.

We were greeted by Marylou when we walked in and i thanked her again for letting me stay. “Thanks again for letting me stay it really means a lot.” “Oh no worry honey, you know you’re always welcome.” She said while pulling me into a hug. I smiled and walked downstairs with Chris. When I turned around I slightly bumped into him. He grabbed the sides of my arms. “Woah careful.” He said while chuckling. Why did I get nervous when he did that? I shouldn’t be getting nervous from him, we always were touchy so why am I get flustered now. I shake it off as we walk to his room.

Chris quickly plops down on his bed and gestures for me to do the same. I smile and walk over sitting right beside him. He puts an arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer. Again my heart rate increases. What is happening. I’ve never felt like this before.

Chris’ phone dings and I subconsciously look down. It was Amelia. I sighed and rolled my eyes, I mean who keeps in contact with their ex.

Amelia: how’s y/n?

Chris sighed and picked up his phone. He responded while shaking his head. “What are you saying?” I asked. “I said you were good.” He replied. I nodded slowly. “What.” He said while looking at me. “What?” I questioned back. “You’re doing your judgy face you do when someone says something wrong.” He explained while gesturing to my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh come on y/n juts tell me.” He said while playfully hitting my arm. “Ok ok, I just think it’s weird to text your ex, like casually.” I said truthfully. He just said “Oh.” “How often do you guys text.” “Just like a few times a day.” He shrugged “your doing the face again y/n whatt.” He groaned. “Nothing! I just don’t think you should.” I shrugged back. “Why do you even care? It doesn’t concern you.” He said more serious, raising his voice. “I don’t care! I was just saying!” I lied. I don’t know why I cared, but I did. “Yea right I can tell when you lie.” He said while getting angry. I scoffed. “I think I’m gonna sleep in nicks room tonight” I said while getting up. “No y/n I’m sorry, I’m not angry at you.” He sighed while looking down. “Then stop, your my best friend i was just looking out for you.” I said while walking out.

Chris pov

I sighed watching her leave my room. It was no use trying to make her stay, she’s too stubborn. I smiled thinking about her. Why did I kind of get offended when she said best friend. That’s all we were. But sometimes I feel like we both want it to be more. I mean the nights when were tangled in each others arms, the jokey flirting, people thinking we’re dating or saying we will eventually. I mean I don’t think I was just imagining it all. I shake the thoughts of and conclude it to just being confused from Amelia, we only broke up a couple of weeks ago so my emotions were still weird. I still like Amelia but I’ll never love her the way I love y/n. We had a different connection.

Just as I was drifting off I heard a knock at my door. I hoped it was y/n but it was Matt. “What dude it’s late.” I said my voice groggy. “Do you like y/n?” He said straight while walking into my room. “Well I mean she’s my best friend..” i said it a duh-tone. “No I mean like in a like romantic-way.” He responded. “Matt what are you talking about, where’s this coming from.” I said confused. “The whole fake dating thing-” “Matt I told you it’s for Amelia.” cutting him off. “No it’s not just that, I mean the way you two were looking at each other earlier. It not in a friend way. And you both are very touchy- especially recently.” He said sitting on my bed. I was shocked, where is this coming from. “She doesn’t like me like that.” I replied. “Yea but do you like her like that.” I sighed. “I-I don’t know.” I said honestly, I was getting nervous around her lately and I don’t know why. If I’m being honest I was kinda sad when she said she’d sleep with Nick. I like holding her while I sleep. “Well I think you should figure it out because I think she does.” He said. What is he on about.

“Where is she anyway?” He said looking around. “Uh she’s sleeping in Nicks room” i mumbled. “Why?” He questioned raising an eyebrow. “We had like an argument- of something about me texting my ex, and she thought it was weird, she got like mad I don’t know why though.” I explained. He nodded. “Open your eyes kid.” Is all he said. “What” “she’s getting mad about your ex, and you don’t think she likes you even a bit like that.” He said while standing up. “Matt what.” “Just think about it.” He shrugged while walking out. Was he right or reading too much into this. I rubbed my face and sighed, this was all so new. Maybe he was right. Surely not.

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danmainacc · 2 years

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FIRST SIGHT

Leo meets (y/n) for the first time....and is absolutely whipped

Character: Leonardo

Writing type: One-shot

Warnings: just some good ol’ fluffy fluff :) but when I tell you Leo is WHIPPED ;) and if you couldn’t tell, this is pre-movie

Author’s note: I promise I’m gonna get to the other turtles soon. I just have Leo on the brain and I can’t get him out !! and let me know if I got too mushy, cause I feel like I did. I feel like i did a bad job on this one, but I’m not sure. you guys let me know. ( header credit to qoeww )

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“This isn’t exactly how I expected Pizza Thursday to go!” Leo exclaimed as he got into a battle stance, the pizza--monster--yokai--thing roaring, mushrooms and olives flying out its mouth

“Yeah, well I don’t think everyone expects a mutant pizza monster to attack them on their weekly outing,” Donnie sighed, flipping down his goggles as he pressed a button on his staff, two jets appearing at the ends.

“It’s alright. This guy doesn’t seem too tough. We’ll bake him and get back to Pizza Thursday before we kn--MIKEY!! STOP EATING THE MONSTER!” Raph’s eyes went wide as he caught sight of his youngest brother.

The pizza-yokai cocked a bell-pepper eyebrow, looking down at it’s foot, only to let out a horrified shout at the sight of Mikey nibbling on his ankle.

“Whraf can I sayph? Hessh sawwr goowd!” Mikey smiled with a full mouth, disregarding his brother and continuing to chow down.

“Gross, man,” Leo grimaced, shuddering at the sight as he cringed away from the scene.

Donnie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “’Angelo, if you’re gonna eat him, at least talk without your mouth full.”

“ENOUGH!” The yokai roared, flinging Mikey off his ankle and into Donnie, the two crashing into a window.

“Guys!” Raph exclaimed, snapping his head over to the window, worriedly.

Two shaky thumbs up slowly raised from behind the now shattered window, and Raph let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, you’re in for it now,” Leo spat, his usual shit-eating grin replaced with an icy glare.

“Leo, wait! Don’t r--.” But the sound of a closing portal cut Raph off, making him groan in frustration.

“Rush in.”

Leo appeared in mid-air, right in front of the monster, and sliced off the olives it used for eyes, chopping off its weird crust feet once he landed on the ground.

“Guess you could say I really...sliced things up,” his smirk returned as he proudly stood up, his back to the yokai.

The thing, now blind and footless, let out a blood-curdling roar, swinging and flailing in every direction like a wild animal.

“Leo, behind you!” Raph, Don, and Mikey warned in unison, Leo not turning around fast enough.

The monster’s cheese arm sent Leo flying head first towards a brick wall.

“LEO!” his brother’s frantically shouted, trying to make it to the wall before he collided.

“Nope, nope nope!” Leo quickly said, creating a portal in front of himself just in the nick of time.

Now, instead of having his brains splattered on a wall, he was now strewn over a whole bunch of soft garbage bags.

He let out a sigh of relief, tiredly letting his head lay limp.

‘Never thought I’d be so thankful for trash.’

But as his angle changed, he was able to view the ledge of a rooftop, what he saw making his heart stop dead in it’s tracks.

It felt as if all the world’s distractions were sucked out, horns, sirens, the squeaking of rats, all to let this moment stand alone.

Sitting on the ledge was the most jaw-dropping girl Leo had ever seen.

Her hair, her eyes, skin. Hell, it had looked like she had been dozing off. But her half-lidded smile at the stars made his heart start up again, now thumping twice as fast.

Leo quickly rubbed his eyes, just to be sure he wasn’t seeing things.

He hit his head pretty hard.

But she was still there, looking down at him, actually. She looked concerned.

Wait, was she talking?

“Huh?” Leo groggily asked, shaking himself out of his reverie as he focused on what she was saying

“I asked if you were you alright? You crashed pretty hard,” you called from above, your voice smooth and silky.

Practically music.

“Oh, yeah! I’m okay! Right as reign!” Leo smiled, quickly changing his sprawled out position to a relaxed one, mentally scolding himself once he realized what he said.

‘Right as reign? You are such an idiot.’

A kind smile quirked on your lips. “That still sounded bad. I’m gonna come down,” you squinted, trying to make out the figure below.

Leo frantically got up, dusting off banana peels and stray apple cores as he drew his swords.

He had to get out of there and fast.

There was no way she could see him. She’d probably be grossed out at the fact he was a turtle-guy.

Don’t get him wrong, he wanted to do nothing else but stay and talk to the super-model before him.

But being a mutant isn’t exactly the best conversation starter.

You carefully stood up, wary of you balance as you planted a foot right on the ledge.

But, unluckily, the brick fell out, causing you to free fall from the top of the roof.

You let out a terrified yelp, and without a beat, Leo was already in the air, catching you and pulling you tightly against his plastron.

You curiously felt at his plastron, making the poor turtle turn dark red, before opening your eyes, going wide at the sight of him.

In that moment, your stomach dropped to your feet.

The portal that he just jumped out of was no never mind right now, you were more concerned with him.

Even with the turtle-y parts, you still found this man incredibly handsome. Shit, if anything, the turtle-y bits might’ve assisted in that department.

“Whoa, careful there,” Leo smiled, safely landing on the ground with the two of you still in tact.

“Wouldn’t want you falling for me.”

You smiled as Leo put you down, a soft laugh leaving your lips that made him practically melt.

“Are you alri--.”

You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug, giving him a quick squeeze.

“Thank you for catching me. I’d probably be dead if you didn’t,” you sighed, the recent events now sinking in.

Leo was thanking the stars that hugs didn’t let you see the other person, because on the other side, he was blushing like a maniac.

“No problem,” he, surprisingly, managed to say without a voice-crack. “What were you--uh--what were you doing on the ledge, anyway?”

The two of you pulled away, and you awkwardly scratched the back of your neck, hoping you didn’t overstep anything with the hug.

“Oh, I just like to sit there and think. The view helps me really focus,” you sheepishly answered, looking up at him through your lashes, the height difference now very clear.

“I’m just glad you were here to catch me.”

He smiled a bashful smile, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs. “It was no biggie.”

You smiled, thoughtlessly checking your watch to see that it was way past midnight.

“Shit. It’s past my curfew. I gotta go,” you sadly sighed, pointing back to your building.

Leo pouted.

You were going? Already? But he had just met you.

“Will I see you again?” he asked, a little more desperate than he wanted.

You grinned, shooting him a nod. “Of course. I got too many questions to not see you again.”

You whipped out your phone, pulling up the contacts app. “Here,” you handed it to him, “Type in your cell so we can text.”

His smile stretched from ear to ear as he carefully took your phone, punching in his number and handing it back to you.

You took the phone back and threw an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in for a selfie and taking it in one motion, the poor turtle blurry and blushing.

“There,” you quietly snickered, making the unprepared photo his profile picture. “All set.”

You turned to the turtle, giving him a regal curtsy. “Until we meet again, good sir.”

Leo smirked, playing along and bowing. “Until we meet again, madame.”

And with that, you flashed him one more smile before stuffing your hands in your pockets, walking around the alley corner and right into your complex.

Once Leo was completely sure you were out of ear-shot, he sighed, slumping against the alley wall.

‘That....was amazing.’

He whipped out his phone, his heart wanting to text you right away, but his head knew it was too soon, scraping the idea.

But what he did see, was 15 missed texts from Donnie, 6 from Mikey, and 146 from Raph.

‘Oh, I am so dead.’

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recklesssturniolo · 10 months

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Facing The Truth - C.S

Fluff/angst??, no smut, Chris coming to terms he’s in love w reader but they’re supposed to just be FWB, readers been friends w triplet for a few years now, Chris’ POV, soz it’s sad (lowkey hate this)

“Hello fellow losers” Y/N says walking in and smiling.

“Such a nice greeting” Nick replies rolling his eyes.

We’d been friends with benefits for a couple months now, she knew I didn’t do relationships, we agreed that if we met someone else then we’d simply just call it off - simple right?

“Well I have a date tonight” She smiles.

He had flashes of the good life

“What! With who?” Nick almost yells back.

I didn’t care to know who. I didn’t care to hear anything else about her date, standing up and rolling my eyes I walked down to my room.

“Alright Chris what’s up with you? You basically ran down here the second Y/N mentioned having a date” Matt asks.

“Nothing I’m just tired” I mumbled back.

I was lying. I’d been replaying in my head the image of Y/N with another guy in my head. Not even knowing why the fuck it was bothering me so much, why my heart dropped when she said it.

Baby, if your love is in trouble

“Don’t bullshit me. You don’t want her going out with another guy, that’s your issue” Matt replies.

“We’re friends with benefits, you know that. It’s nothing more than that, I don’t care who she goes out with” I mumble back.

“Yeah? So the thought of her kissing another guy doesn’t bother you? Another guy undressing her and seeing her naked? Her -“ He says.

“Shut the fuck up” I tell him, my voice raising.

“You just proved my point. You don’t even want to hear the possibility of it. How long are you gonna keep pretending you’re not in love with her?” He questions.

“Oh my god. I’m not in love with her Matt” I respond.

They're black eyes and they're blue lies

“Come the fuck on, you don’t think we don’t notice the way you look at her? Your eyes literally light up when she walks into a room. All you do is talk about her. She stays the night with you, she’s always just hanging out with you, doing simple things. You’ve never once let another girl stay the night” He says, his voice now raising slightly.

The second Matt finished talking, I felt my heart start to race as the realization hits me. I am in love with her. Fuck fuck fuck. I get flashes of all the late nights with her, cuddling, dancing at 3am to Taylor Swift in the kitchen just because it’d make her happy, asking her to come get shit as simple as groceries with us all, my heart warming at how well she got along with my brothers.

When you know, you know

I stand up, rubbing my face before replying, “No no no, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. There’s supposed to be no fucking feelings involved. I don’t do commitment you know that” I tell him.

“Chris man, this isn’t a bad thing. She’s good for you, you know that and so does everyone else. She looks at you the same way. You just have to tell her” He says sitting beside me.

“I’m not telling her shit, it’ll ruin everything. She’s literally going out with another guy. That’s a clear sign it’s not a mutual feeling” I mumble shaking my head.

“Then end whatever situationship bullshit you have going on with her. Lose her and deal with her being with someone else, and I don’t want to hear a word about it” Matt tells me, seeming to now be annoyed.

I say nothing back to Matt, walking back upstairs.

“Y/N can I talk to you for a second? In private” I ask, feeling sick to my stomach about what I’m going to do.

She raises an eyebrow but follows me.

“What’s up?” She questions.

“I - uh - the friends with benefits shit is over” I mumble, not even having the strength to speak properly.

“What? Why? I don’t understand? Did I do something?” She immediately asks.

I look down at her and can see the hurt in her eyes, why was she hurt about this? Why was this upsetting her?

“No you didn’t do anything, I just want to be nothing more than friends alright?” I sigh.

She looks up at me, tears now forming in her eyes before walking away, saying nothing.

“What the actual fuck did you just do?” Nick storms over to me.

“Nothing, just said I didn’t want to be friends with benefits anymore. Not a big deal” I reply. I glance over at Matt and see him shaking his head.

“You’re a fucking idiot. She just left in tears. If this was your way of protecting her, you did the exact opposite” Nick yells.

I stand there, not able to form a response. How was that not for her own good? I don’t do commitment, there’s no fucking way I’d be good for her.

So if you don't know, don't give up

“Good job kid, you not only lost her but hurt her” Matt says sighing and patting my back before walking to his room.

What the fuck did I just do?

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neo404 · 6 months

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Reader and nick are on there first date while matt and chris are wearing disguises at another table Trying to make sure their brother is okay

Surprise.

I can only imagine Chris and Matt wearing a top hat, with fake mustaches and beards on, also Matt probably has fake glasses on. And Chris did the goofy ‘holes on the newspaper’ thing like on the cartoons.

Summary: you and Nick go out for a casual dinner date at a local restaurant, without knowing that the table next to you was booked by a couple of weird guys.

Chris pov.

‘’This won’t work.’’ Matt says.

‘’It WILL. Look at you Matt, I don’t recognize you, you are Mister Bernard right there.’’ I look at myself in the mirror and I take a couple of pictures. ‘’Come on, it will be fun. Plus, we are watching over our Nick.’’

‘’But he doesn’t seem like a bad guy, plus, I’m sure Nick can beat him up.’’

‘’It’s not about beating him up Matt, it’s about feelings, you can’t beat up someone with a broken heart.’’

‘’I’d say you’d be more likely to beat them up harder with a broken heart, but whatever.’’

We drive to the restaurant we dropped Nick at, we reserved a table placed strategically NEXT to them. The perfect spot to spy… I mean, watch over Nick.

‘’This is silly.’’ Matt mutters.

‘’The reservation to what name is places?’’ the waiter looks at us.

‘’Bernard.’’ I smile widely.

‘’You have to be kidding me.’’ Matt whispers.

‘’All right. Sir Bernard, is placed outside, follow me, I’ll show you your table.’’ We go to our table, right next to them. I sit and pull out my newspaper and put it into the table. Looking over at Nick and then to Matt, trying my best to not laugh.

Nicks pov

‘’Are you serious?’’ I say under my breath as I see Chris and Matt walk in the restaurant with the silliest, wort disguise in human history. They look straight out of an asylum.

‘’Everything okay?’’ my crush, the boy I like, the boy I am in love with, sitting right in front of me, on this amazing date that we have been planning for weeks, doesn’t know about the presence of my two stupid brother right beside us.

‘’Yeah, all good. Do you like the place I choose?’’ I smile at him, trying to ignore Chris’ annoying voice.

‘’Yes, it’s very pretty. I love the string lights they have here.’’ God, he’s so cute. Why do they hate to ruin my night? They’ll never hear the end of this.

‘’Yes, that’s one of the reasons I chose it, it has an amazing decoration. Do you want some desert, I heard the sweets here are amazing, or if you like, we can go have ice cream at another place.’’ He smiles widely.

‘’Yeah, I’d love that, there’s a store a few blocks from here that sells ice cream and you can add like 3 to 5 topping, depending on how much you pay.’’

‘’That sounds amazing. I can’t wait to go there.’’ I can’t wait to get out of here, I don’t want to be near Chris and Matt.

‘’I really liked the food here, again, thanks for the invitation.’’

‘’It’s nothing, since I asked you out, I just thought it would make sense that dinner was on me.’’

‘’I thought it would make sense that dinner was on me, what a dork.’’ I hear from the table besides us and I clench my jaw.

‘’Haha, still, thanks Nick. Next date it’s on me.’’

‘’Next date?’’

‘’Shh Matt, you are talking to loud.’’

‘’Whatever, Mr. quiet.’’

I let out a sigh, grabbing the change and de receipt from the check-holder. ‘’Ready to go to eat ice cream.’’

‘’Yes, I’m so excited. You are gonna love the place. It has this animal plushies on shelves and the music is so relaxing.’’ He says smiling as he stands up and slides his chair into the table.

‘’Oh, excuse me young man.’’ Chris says to him in a bad faked southern accent. ‘’can you please take a photo of me and my pal here?’’

‘’Ah, yeah. Of course.’’ He smiles at them, he’s too kind for his own good. He takes the phone from Chris’ hands and takes pictures of them. ‘’There you go sir.’’ He hands the phone back after a few pictures.

‘’All right, let’s go, before it gets late and the ice cream shop closes.’’

‘’Right, right. Well, bye Chris, bye Matt, see you guys later.’’

‘’What? I don’t know ho you are talking about. We are Mr. Bernard and Mr… Pepso. Yes, Mr. Pepso from Alabama.’’ Chris tries to hold his laugh in, but fails and burst out laughing.

‘’How did you know?’’ I look at him. God, this is so embarrassing, I cover my face with one hand. ‘’I’m so sorry, I didn’t know they were doing this.’’

‘’It’s all right, it was funny seeing them dressed like this.’’ He laughs a bit. ‘’You guys need to work on your southern accent. Anyways, enjoy your meal. Will Mr. Bernard and Mr. Pepso from Alabama join us for dessert?’’

‘’God, don’t indulge these kids more.’’

‘’We’ll catch up with you. Plus, I’m the one driving Nick home. So, yeah, we’ll see you at the ice cream shop.’’ Matt says drinking what appears to be lemonade.

‘’All right. See you later guys.’’ He waves at them and walks smiling out of the restaurant.

‘’You better come up with a good explanation by the time we arrive home, or you’ll fucking regret this.’’ I threaten them in a low voice.

‘’Come on, he was having fun.’’

‘’MY date. Stay out kids.’’ I glare at them, walking outside the restaurant with him.

‘’So… Mr. Pepso and Bernard…’’

‘’Don’t… please, let’s just have fun the two of us.’’ He smiles warmly at me, grabbing my hand we start walking to the ice cream shop while talking about nothing and everything.

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isackwhy · 4 months

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(Isaac x reader) yall walk into a hotel room and there’s one bed. sfw or nsfw I don’t care I just love this stupid trope

yes i hope it’s okay i do this as they’re like bffs w oblivious crushes bc i love when this trope works like that

one bed trope! isaacwhy x reader hc’s

finally u get to japan. FINALLLYYYY

ur dragging ur shit up to ur room. keys in hand with isaac.

you’ve shared hotel rooms w him before it’s fine whatever mannn

plus u get to see him shirtless it’s okay

“okay so we unpack and then what? meet nick and yumi at the station?” you ask as you reach ur room

isaac presses the key into the lock, “yeah,” he says as you guys walk in

everything is fine. it’s a nice hotel room

until u turn the corner and ur heart drops.

one bed. ONE. BED.

w ur best friend who u have a crush on

u wanna drop dead there

u both freeze. bags in hand

“so. uh. there’s supposed to be another bed. right?” you say shakily staring at the ONE queen sized mattress

“no. yeah. definitely was. um—you stay here. i’m gonna talk to reception or someone,” isaac says and shuffled back down to the lobby

u sit on the edge of the bed, hoping and praying you can get another room

it’s not that u don’t wanna share a bed with isaac. maybe in ur dreams. there’s too many factors to this. to many anxieties.

a few minutes later he comes back with a nervous grin

“they’re all—bookedddd,” he looks around the room

ur head falls to ur hands, “okay. okay. well. i can—sleep on the floor—“

“no. no. i’ll sleep on the floor,” isaac scoffs at your offer

u grit ur teeth. you’d feel terrible if u make him sleep on the floor for 2 weeks.

get over it. it’s fine. you’ve slept on the same couch next to him. it’s fine.

“we can share it. put a pillow wall,” you suggest

isaac raises an eyebrow, “y—you sure?”

“is it okay with you?”

“i mean it’s fine w me,” he quickly says, catching how quick he said it and clearing his throat

you do the same, ignoring the heat in ur face, “let’s go meet up with the others yeah?”

u hang out in tokyo for the night and come back and quickly remember there’s only one bed

once again u both freeze until isaac moves first

“i’m gonna change in the bathroom. u set up the pillow wall?”

“yeah. yeah. got u,” u mutter and grab pillows to put down the middle of the bed

ur brain is wracking w worries

ppl dream of sleeping in a bed w their crush

ur dreading it so deeply.

u change while he changes and he comes back w no shirt and sleep pants on

u gulp like you’ve never seen the man shirtless b4 (u have and enjoy it every time but there’s factors here)

“good job settin’ up the border,” he comments

u snicker, “yeahh thank u thank u i’m actually the master so.”

u both get into bed on either side of the little wall, scrolling on ur phones

tension is so thick in the air it feels hard to swallow even as u guys scroll in ur phones

“are you sure u don’t want me to sleep on the floor?” isaac squeaks out, realizing the conundrum he’s in

unbeknownst to u he also feels like a complete dumbass with his bff/crush in his bed and having no idea what to do or say

“i don’t want you sleeping on the floor for 2 weeks isy,” you say, eyes slightly peering over at him

he pushes one of the pillows down slightly and you guys make eye contact

ur heart is thudding. so is his.

“what’s up?” you whisper

“u think nick planned this?” he asks

u raise your eyebrows, “u think he did?”

he lays back down, “maybe. who knows.”

u peer over the pillow now, “we should kick his ass.”

“we should. but….after we watch a movie?” he offers up

u guys find a movie and eventually u fall asleep during it

isaac smiles, turning the movie off and falling asleep as well now

morning comes and ur eyes flutter open

warmth wraps around your body and u go to stretch…only to realize u can barely move

u take in ur surroundings and then ur brain catches up

ur over the pillow fort

isaacs hands are around ur waist. he’s still asleep and u cannot move

how did this happen

do u move

what the fuck do u do

u squirm around, gently trying not to wake isaac but once his hand drops from ur waist

his eyes flutter open

he looks right ur panicked eyes as u move ur head from his chest

he groans, “wall didn’t work?”

u swallow, “guess…not.”

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thetriplets3 · 1 year

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❝𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞

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{𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫}

when chris cares about someone he will go to the end of the earth to make sure they’re okay. sure he can be goofy and childlike but he’s got a heart of gold, wanting to make sure everyone is taken care of before himself. that’s what i love about him, which is why he was the first one to notice i was sick.

the triplets and i had planned to go to the flea market in town at 2 but when chris hadn’t hear from me by 1:30 he called me to make sure i didn’t forget.

“hey are you ready yet? we’re leaving soon”

“hi uh no i woke up this morning feeling like i’ve been run over by multiple trains i feel like shit so not i can’t go” i croak.

“why didn’t you tell me earlier? i could have come by”

“i slept like crap because everything hurts to move and breathe so i stayed in bed hoping i’d fall asleep and that you guys would forget about the flea market because i felt bad for ruining the plans”

“forget the flea market it’s literally every week you don’t need to feel bad. you come first. i’m coming over and no i don’t care if i get sick i drink so many Pepsi’s a day if that hasn’t done anything to me getting a cold is nothing. i’m coming over whether you like it or not”

“fine. can you please tell matt and nick i’m sorry and that i’ll make it up to them. they are so excited for us to go”

“you don’t have to apologize i’ll tell them your sick, they’ll understand. they can still go if they want”

“if you say so. doors locked so use your key i’m gonna try to sleep” my voice trails off.

“i’ll see you soon i just gotta do a few things first, get some sleep”

chris pov:

2:23pm

walking upstairs i find matt on the sofa ready to leave.

“i just called y/n to see if she was ready but she got called into work someone didn’t show up for their shift. she said to tell you guys she’s sorry she didn’t tell us earlier her morning was hectic trying to leave last minute, she felt bad”

“that’s okay we can go next week. did you and nick wanna still go?”

“i’d rather wait til we all can go. if that’s cool?”

“of course, i’ll let nick know”

while matt heads upstairs to talk to nick i sit on the couch and think about what excuse i can make to get out of the house without them coming. sending a text in our groupchat i send an excuse.

i’m gonna go shoot some more photos for the new fresh love drop with brandon (aka gwhip333)

cool, you need a ride?

nah i’m good i can uber

when they model each others brand 😩

bro you’re weird

i’ll probably be back later tonight we’ll probably order food so don’t worry about me

we always worry about you, you’re a very concerning person

aw under that cold exterior you care about me, how sweet. i’m leaving

and with that i was on my way to her house without nick and matt knowing. i didn’t tell them because i know she hates being the center of attention and the last thing she wants is for 3 people to loom over her making sure she’s okay. so i’m going alone.

readers pov:

the rustling in the kitchen causes me to wake up for a second before realizing it’s probably chris, a burglar would make more of an attempt to be quiet. pulling my duvet up to my chin, i’m out like a light. i’m gently woken by chris. he knows better than anyone to wake me up gently and carefully.

he learned that the hard way.

he walked in my room one day, climbed in my bed, and made himself comfortable. being a fairly heavy sleeper, i didn’t hear or feel him come in. i rolled over in my sleep, i was met with a body. my natural instinct, in my half asleep state, was to smack and flail at whatever was in my reach. which happened to be chris’ face. hearing i’m yelp and call my name i woke up in seconds.

“what the fuck chris?! why would you sneak in here when i’m sleeping are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“i was gonna wake you up in few minutes, you just looked so peaceful i didn’t want to disturb you, i didn’t know trying to be nice was gonna get me bitch smacked” he grumbled.

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hit you i was scared” my voice small, yet filled with guilt and concern. “you can’t sneak up on me like that”

“i should have expected that to happen” he laughed.

sitting up, i grab ahold of his chin gently turning it to the side i smacked.

a sad sigh escapes my lips “i left a mark” i frown.

“don’t worry about it it doesn’t hurt, i kinda deserved it” he reassures me.

“you kinda did” i laughed.

so now chris knows to not be so silent when waking me up. he sits beside me on my bed and starts quietly talking to me, slowly getting a little louder when he sees me stir. like a feather, his fingers delicately graze my cheeks, making their way to my knotted hair, tucking the stray, sweat soaked pieces out of my face.

my eyes flutter open, promptly squeezing shut as the brightness hits my eyes. groaning, for multiple reasons; being woken up, the brightness, and suddenly feeling all the aches and pains. i nudge my head towards chris’ hand on my cheek, enjoying his warmth and touch.

“well hello you ball of germs” he lovingly joked.

all i can do is glare at him however pain and misery are evident in my appearance. my forehead creased from the crushing pressure in my head, my limbs tight and scrunched from the aches and pains shooting through my body, and a frown replacing my usual smile.

“i’m not gonna bother asking how you feel because i already know the answer so i’ll skip to is there anything i can do for you?”

“i don’t know. uh maybe the heat pack? everything hurts so much” i tear up.

with a swipe of my stray tears and a quick "I'll be right back" he's off scouring my apartment. within minutes he’s back, plugging in the heat pack before getting in bed and leaning against the headboard. not only did he come back with the heat pack, he also came bearing a CVS bag.

“okay i’ve got cold meds, cough lozenges, fuzzy socks because i know you love them, your favorite soup, voltaren to put on where your achey, fruit snacks to munch on, tissues obviously, and this little penguin stuffy i couldn’t leave with out it” he explains in a hushed tone.

“thank you chris, you didn’t have to”

“i know but i wanted to, i wanna take care of you. you’re always there for me so whatever you need i’m here. now come cuddle you need sleep”

snuggling up to chris with my head on his chest and my arm draped across his body clutching his shirt. he wraps his arms securely around me. one hand holding the heat pack against my back and the other massaging my scalp, both helping my headache and making me sleepy.

i wake up confused when chris isn’t beside me but the rattling and banging in the kitchen answered any questions i had. slowly but surely i make my way to the bathroom. as i’m leaving i hear my phone ding. a text from matt reads,

hey kid how’s it going? i know you were looking forward to the flea market we’ll all go next week

i’m slowly rotting away in bed i feel like i’ve been run over been a bus. you guys could have gone without me but thank you for waiting to go with me

3rd person pov:

it’s then that matt realizes he’s been told 2 different stories. chris said y/n couldn’t go because she got called into work and y/n just told him she’s sick. immediately he knows who’s telling the truth because y/n wouldn’t lie, she’s too honest for her own good. not mentioning this mix up to y/n he tells her he hopes she feels better and to call him if she needs anything.

matt can’t help but smirk. he caught his younger brother in a lie that showed him everything he needed to know to confirm his suspicions. matt knew from the start that something was off with chris’ story because brandon was in NY for the week. both matt and nick knew something weird was going on but they needed chris to get himself caught in a lie to know if they were right.

chris’ pov:

i stood over the counter carefully watching the soup cook not wanting to burn it. just as i turn the heat down, my phone buzzes in my pocket. it’s a text from nick,

how’s shooting going? matt and i miss brandon tell him we need to hang out together soon

my breath hitches, i need to keep my lie going.

good these are turning out dope i can’t wait to see the final version. he was just saying that earlier we’ll plan something

your pov:

i muster up the energy to take a shower and wash my hair just not to the extent to normal would. over the sound of the cascading water i think i heard a knock but it’s heard to tell. it could be chris destroying my kitchen.

i get changed into one of chris’ hoodies i borrowed a while ago and never gave back and a pair of sweats. towel drying my hair i try to soak up as much water as i can, hating hating the feeling of wet hair. feeling my stomach grumble i follow the smell of soup to the kitchen only to be met with nick and matt sitting across from chris having some silent triplet conversation.

“hi what’s going on?” my voice hoarse.

chris’ pov:

sitting atop the counter beside the stove so i can keep an eye on the soup, i play games on my phone waiting for y/n to finish in the shower. a soft knock on the front door catches my attention. opening the front door, assuming it was a delivery driver dropping off a package, i’m surprised to see matt and nick. i probably look just as confused as they do. they make their way in and we settle on the couch, i feel like a kid about to get in trouble.

“dude why’d you make up a lie you could have told us you were coming to take care of her which might i add is a very boyfriend thing to do”

“i just- i wanted to come and take care of her, that’s not a boyfriend thing it’s called i care about her, i want to make sure she’s okay and that i can help her out if she needs it”

“yeah sure whatever but alone? that’s the weird part. why can’t you just admit you like her?”

“okay fine i do! i wanted to hang out with her without you buffoons there. i want to take care of her, make sure she’s okay. i love seeing this soft, gentle, affectionate side of her. i love being the first person she calls when she wants help or is having a bad day and just wants my company.i love being with her and these moments don’t happen when you bozos interfere”

“we already knew your undying love for her. the way you drop everything when it comes to her. your heart eyes are so obvious. how affectionate, gentle, and calm you are with her. you know when we’re out in a group or crowd i always catch you searching for her, smiling when you spot her, knowing she’s safe. when she’s around, she’s the only person in the room to you”

a little stunned that he knew all that but i kinda expected that from him. i have nothing to say so i just nod, agreeing with him.

the creaking floor board directs my attention to the stairs, y/n’s come up for lunch. matt, nick, and i look back and forth between each other. i know they’re wanting me to say something to her about how i feel but now isn’t the time.

“hi what’s going on?” her voice is scratchy.

nick and matt say their hellos as i get up leaving to talk to each other while i go meet y/n in the kitchen.

“how ya feeling? did the shower help?”

“a little, i’m still achey and in pain, my head hurts, and i’m tired. can you come cuddle?”

her beautiful blue eyes looking up at me, silently pleading, i can’t say no to that. “here, go have some soup in bed and i’ll be there in a second okay?”

your pov:

i carefully take the warm bowl of soup downstairs to my bed, eating it while i wait for chris. 5 minutes later, my door slowly cracks open to reveal chris with a soft smile adorning his face.

“i’m all yours now. let’s cuddle but first let me put the voltaren on that’ll help your aches. where’s it hurt?”

“um uh my-my back and neck mainly” i stumble over my words knowing you’ll be putting it on my back. very intimate action.

laying on my stomach without my head to the side, duvet cover pulled back, chris sits beside me pulling my oversized shirt up so he can access my back and starts putting the lotion on. once he’s done he makes his way under the covers letting me rest my head on his chest. his cologne brings me comfort just like the feeling of my hand gently massaging my back as he holds me.

“thank you for taking care of me. you’re so good to me.” no one has ever cared for me the way chris does. he’s shown me what it’s like to be loved.

“i’d do anything for you, you know that. i love taking care of you, moments like this are my favorite. now get some sleep i’m not going anywhere.

“i love you”

“i love you sweet girl”

little did they both know, they actually meant it.

thank you @abbie13sworld for giving me this request

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Party Monster

warnings: 18+, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, sex on someone else’s bed, marking, voyeurism, jealous dalton

summary: you convince dalton to go to a halloween frat party with you. after concluding that the party was nothing you thought it would be, you guys decide to make more of your experience.

a/n: im so sorry for this taking so long, life got in the way and i was suffering from such terrible writer’s block. i hope i did your ask justice! i may be a little slower when it comes to requests n stuff now due to uni starting up and me working on another fic atm. anyways, i hope you enjoy and have a great day/night! ~nero

word count: 6.8k

dalton lambert x female reader

“You have got to be kidding me?”

Dropping your shoulders in defeat, you looked up at the ceiling before stomping over to Dalton similar to that of a three year old. Grabbing his hands, it urged him to look up at you, only to be met with a pout that you knew was his weak spot.

“C’mooon. I think it would be fun! At the very least, we can people watch and make fun of the morons there.”

“Oh, and be just as bad as them?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, knowing Dalton was getting a kick out of using your words against yourself.

“Besides, I can’t imagine Nick would want to see me anymore this semester.”

That was your in. That’s how you can get him to go.

“Okay, but it’s a costume party. We can put you in makeup or you could wear a stupid mask or something and they literally won’t know that it’s you. Pleaseee, Dalton. I think it would be fun.”

It was Dalton’s turn to sigh now. He had already given in when you asked in the first place he just enjoyed giving you a hard time. He liked knowing you wanted him. It filled him with that warm fuzzy feeling that had him battling cuteness aggression every waking second, but also had him warding off feelings that were much more indecorous.

“Fine, we can go. But what are we gonna be?”

Squealing in excitement, you ripped your hands out of his and brought them up to cup his face, placing multiple kisses on his lips. Pulling away you thanked him profusely, needing to express not only your excitement but your gratitude for him tagging along with you.

“I’m glad you asked. I was hoping you’d be okay with Tiff and Chucky?”

Dalton didn’t say anything he just looked at you. A look that was hard to discern. You couldn’t tell if he hated the idea or was thinking of something else. Dalton was quick to ease your mind as he finally spoke.

“You mean, that asshole gets to look at you looking all sexy?”

Your brows furrowed, “What asshole?”

“Nick.”

“Ohhh.”

Moving away from in front of Dalton, you flopped on his bed next to him, your arms starfishing across the mattress. You smiled to yourself trying to lessen it by rolling your lips around your teeth. Taking the hand closest to Dalton, you raised it up and ghosted slowly over his back.

“Well, it’s not like Nick gets to touch me. He can only look.”

Dalton rolled his head dramatically to look down at you, trying his damnedest not to give in to your antics. Looking down at you though, he could never hold his moue for as long as he wanted to. All of his other emotions of lovesick admiration overshadowed his feigned annoyance.

“Not like it makes it any better.”

Sighing, you sat up on the bed and moved to straddle Dalton. Cupping his face, you held eye contact with him that was so intense it would probably make any other person crumble. With Dalton though, you could see the hearts forming in his eyes as you stared him down. A softer, more pouty version of possession swimming in his irises.

“You know I only want you right? No amount of staring, flirting, or whatever could take me away from you.”

You didn’t give him a moment to respond, flushing your lips against his in a kiss that was nearing the edge of searing. You found it endearing how small flashes of his possessiveness would flare up at the mere thought of someone else taking you in. It made you feel wanted and it lit a fire in you every time it happened. His jealousy was silent, brooding, and somewhat submissive but always present.

Dalton’s hands roamed the sides of your body as he melted into your kiss. Soaking up every bit of you any chance he got. As the kiss became more heated, your hands wandered down to his collarbone slowly snaking their way to the nape of his neck and tangling your fingers in his sandy brown locks. Dalton’s hands landed on the rough fabric of your pants, finding enough play in the material to knead the plush fat of your ass.

Puppeteering your body in his hands, he rolled your hips against his and you could feel the small tent forming in his pants. Pulling a small muffled moan from you, you pulled away in an attempt to catch your breath as well as to cool down the now sexually charged atmosphere. Dalton peered up at you, eyes blown.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Cause we have to go shopping for our costumes and if we don’t stop now we won’t stop.”

Standing up from his lap, you began to walk over toward your bag to signal your urgency to leave. But before you could take a full step forward, Dalton wrapped his fingers gingerly around your wrist and pulled you back toward him.

“What if I don’t wanna stop?”

“Daltonnn.”

He was staring at you so smugly. You knew what he was doing and you knew you had to be stronger this one time. You couldn’t give in or you definitely weren’t leaving his dorm for the rest of the day.

“C’mon baby, we can finish what we started when we get back. But the party is tomorrow and I don’t want us to have to get all our shit tomorrow.”

Dramatically groaning, Dalton lifted himself to his feet and waited for your cue to leave. Grabbing your bag, you turned around to look up at him. A made up tune forming with your words.

“Love youuu.”

Dalton hummed and rolled his eyes, kissing your forehead in response. Grabbing his hand, you guys left his dorm and you pulled out your phone to order an Uber to the nearest Halloween store. Walking towards one of the main parking lots on campus, you placed your pick up spot and waited.

With only a few minutes passing by, the car pulled up and the two of you climbed into the backseat. Buckling yourself in, Dalton’s hand quickly found purchase on your lower thigh rubbing gently on the inner side of it.

The ride to the Halloween store was short which you were thankful for because you weren’t sure how much longer you could ignore Dalton’s hands on you. Thanking the driver, you got out of the car a sudden rush of excitement coursing through you as you looked at the building in front of you. You had many pleasures in life but one of the ones that you cherished the most was the popup Halloween shops. The joy you had centered around Halloween never failed to make you feel like a kid all over again and you wished you could feel this way for more than just the first half of the fall season.

Walking into the store, you almost forgot Dalton was tailing behind you as your excitement dragged you through the store wanting to browse through all the new items that were featured in this year’s lineup. Noticing the Halloween section, you saw a sweatshirt that you simply couldn’t ignore. There were homages to the movie adorning the sleeves and the front and back of the sweatshirt.

“This is so cool!”

Dalton came up behind you, taking the sweatshirt into his own hands.

“Yeah, it is.”

Trailing down the sleeve of the pullover you found the pricetag and hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t that it was too expensive, you just decided you would come back and get it after you got paid because you knew you needed more than a few things for your matching costumes first. Walking away you motioned for Dalton to follow you to the section you needed, but what you didn’t see was Dalton grabbing the sweatshirt as you turned around, his own plan in motion.

As you guys circled the store one last time, you decided that you had everything and made your way to the checkout. You went up first laying out all your items and Dalton was called up to the other cashier. Getting your bag full of items, you walked over to Dalton and he was grinning at you as you guys walked out of the store. You didn’t realize how much time you guys spent in there until you were met with the colors of dusk painting the sky. Focusing your attention on Dalton again you cocked your head.

“What is it?”

Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the top half of the Halloween pullover you were looking at. Your eyes widened a delighted shock not expecting that to be the reason behind his grin.

“Dalton! You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to.”

“I was gonna come back and get it next week.”

“Well, what if they don’t have it next week? Now, you’ll for sure have it.”

You stepped closer to hug him, thanking him as you nestled into his frame. Pulling away from him, Dalton motioned over to one of the food joints in the shopping center that you were in and you both decided that you should grab something before you headed back to campus. As you guys were waiting for your food, you ordered another Uber so that by the time your food would be ready, you’d be able to get in the car relatively immediately.

Your timing was impeccable because right as you guys walked out, your ride pulled up right out front. Laying your bags in the backseat first, you and Dalton filed in after making sure to hold everything in your laps. Getting back to campus, you suddenly felt a wave of tiredness wipe over your body. Dropping your bags by the door, you set the bag of food on the small table in the back of his dorm. You guys ate in a comfortable silence and you relished in the domestic nature you were sharing.

Wiping your hands off with a napkin, you threw your empty container back in the plastic bag and leaned back in your chair. Dalton mimicked your movements and a small smile crossed his face as he looked over at you warmly.

“Wanna just sleep here tonight? You look pretty tired.”

Closing your eyes, you nodded contently.

“Can I wear one of your shirts?”

“Course you can.”

Helping yourself to one of his drawers, you found one of his oversized shirts and changed. Leaving your clothes in a pile on the other bed in the room. Climbing into his bed, you made yourself more than comfortable in his space, wrapping yourself in his blankets. Bending your head to look back at him, you were met with a soft closed mouth smile.

“I’m coming.”

Nodding, you slowly let sleep blanket itself over your eyes and body and drifted away to a place of peace. If only you knew the reason why he didn’t immediately follow behind you was just so he could admire your soft form as you slept. So that he could keep the mental image of his forever ingrained in his mind. Somehow, his body reacted before his mind and he found himself sketching the image in front of him. Believing that the only way he could truly savor the moment in front of him was to immortalize it with charcoal and a piece of paper.

~*~

As you woke up the next morning, the sun that peeked through the window was a little warmer than usual signaling to you that you most definitely slept in and missed your class. As your sleep ridden body moved to wake up a little further, your face nudged against Dalton’s body. Your moving around rustled Dalton out of his sleep and as he slowly blinked his eyes open he muttered a small morning and rolled back onto his side. You chuckled to yourself,

“I'm almost positive it's past noon, but yeah good morning.”

Worming around Dalton’s body, you crawled out of bed and walked over to the table to swipe through all of your notifications on your phone. Seeing the time, you surely had enough time to make it to your next class, but you awarded yourself the liberty of skipping. Your justification was that you hadn’t missed one class this semester so one day wouldn’t kill you.

As you put your phone down, you noticed the sketch laying idly on the desk. Taking a closer look at it, you realized it was of you. A soft expression displayed across your face as something warm and similar to muffled elation glowed in your chest. Dalton pushed himself up from the bed yawning and not yet realizing that you had seen the drawing. Walking over to Dalton you gave him a quick hug and announced your leave, grabbing all your things before you headed to the door.

You wanted to give yourself enough time to get ready and not feel rushed, knowing that every time you got ready you never really stayed on track. Catching strays from time blindness, breaking out in song and dance, and the irresistible urge to just lay down in your bed midway through. Walking through the halls of Dalton’s dorm, you made your way across to the other dorm building, taking the elevator up to your floor.

Making your way into your room, you immediately flopped on the bed, mentally taking note that you’d start getting ready in half an hour. Scrolling on your phone, you blinked those 30 minutes away, groaning as you forced yourself to start your routine. Every time you got ready to go out somewhere, you always wondered if you actually enjoyed the whole ordeal. You always came to the same conclusion, you did, you just hated the process.

From the attention you garnered from whatever outfit you conjured up, to deciding what asset of your body you’d accentuate or the makeup you decided to do, you’d be lying to say you didn’t enjoy it all.

Hours ticked by and the sun began to tuck its bright body behind the mountains as you added the finishing touches to your makeup. Dotting a beauty mark above your lip, you glance over your face feeling more than satisfied with the outcome. Digging through the plastic bag, you pulled out all the items you got the night before. Pulling your fishnets over your plush thighs, you admired your curves staring back at you on the mirror you had hanging off your door.

Grabbing the white tutu, you shimmied it over your hips and you felt a certain wave of excitement flood through you as you wrapped your body in the white corset. You fixed your boobs so that they were bordering on spilling out of the top, and cinched the waistline as much as you could so that it still snatched your waist but allowed you the freedom to breathe.

You were pulled out of the trance of admiring yourself as you heard your phone vibrating on your bed. You had a few messages from Dalton, the last one asking if you could help him with his hair. Responding to him, you slipped into your platform Doc Martens and threw all of your essentials for the night in a small clutch that you knew you wouldn’t lose. Shutting off the light in your room you made the short walk over to Dalton’s building, basking in all of the eyes that were ogling your form. There were a few low whistles and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

Knocking on Dalton’s door, you were staring at the floor when the door opened. As his eyes landed on you, they widened and quickly he attempted to rest them trying to contain his thoughts. Looking up as the door opened you smiled at him, excited to see him in his costume and his makeup mostly done. Walking into the room, you set your stuff down on his bed.

“So what did you need help with?”

Dalton didn’t say anything, but the shaking of the colored hairspray can made you turn around.

“I didn’t think I could make it even if I did it myself.”

You motioned toward the desk so he could sit down and you could help him with his hair. Taking fairly large pieces, you sprayed the color a little further than normal so that the color wouldn’t crunch and cake around his strands of hair. You got a little closer with color when you sprayed his roots framing his face. Feeling complete with your job, you now settled for dramatics just spraying randomly and not really on his hair just more in the air.

“Viola!”

Dalton stood up and seeing him in his full attire was doing something to your brain. The bloodied stitches on his face, the ragged nest you turned his hair into, and the bloody knife he had curled in his fingertips. Albeit, plastic and very much fake, all of the details were unlocking something in your brain that you didn’t pay much attention to until this very moment. His voice pulled you from your thoughts before they got too detailed in the lewd direction they were going.

“Do I look ok-hey I know that look.”

You shook your head so lightly that it could’ve been mistaken as a twitch but Dalton knew better.

“I take it you like it then?”

He walked over toward you, wrapping his hands around your waist to bring you closer. With the loss of space between you two, it was hard to move your gaze anywhere else but him. Feeling stuck under his gaze, the smugness on his features was becoming grossly aware to you and you opted to push him away dramatically, not ready to admit your truths to him.

“C’mon, we should get going anyway. I don’t want it to be too crazy when we get there.”

Grabbing your bag and his hand, you headed way for the door and made your way out of the building. With the sun now gone and night fully taking over the sky, the slight chill of the October air made itself very known to you thanks to your lack of clothing. As you neared the frat house, you could feel the bass of the music almost rattle the earth beneath your feet. There was a slew of people out of the front lawn, people congregating on the front balcony of the house, and some poor bastard was hunched over in a set of bushes meeting his demise quite early in the night.

As you and Dalton reached the front lawn, a frat member was holding a tray of what looked like jello shots.

“Care for a brain?”

You glanced at the small plastic cup and were genuinely surprised to see such effort put into a jello shot. Let alone for it to have been made by a bunch of meathead college bros. Not even thinking twice, you grabbed a shot and tongued the jello out of the cup making an obnoxiously loud slurp when it fully separated from the plastic and plopped in your mouth.

What you didn’t notice was the jaundiced glare your boyfriend was giving the frat member as the boy frantically switched between your tits which were on the verge of spilling out and the way you were tonguing the shot. Putting the cup back on the tray, you looked at the boy through your lashes silently telling him that you knew exactly what you were doing and there was nothing he could act on because your boyfriend was hanging off your arm.

Looking back to Dalton, you motioned for him to grab a shot as well.

“Make sure you grab one, babe. Might be the only thing we get our hands on.”

Dalton softened his gaze at the sound of your voice but still, he didn’t drop his focus off the frat boy. Picking up the plastic, he began to take a step forward, but you nailed yourself in place still stuck on the boy. Your voice was dripping in satin lust, wanting to sweeten up the boy and rile up Dalton to get him right where you wanted him.

“Mind if I take another one?”

This time the boy gave you a very animated nod as his gaze flickered behind you in the direction of Dalton. Turning around, you saw nothing out of the ordinary so you picked up another cup and squeezed the boy on his bicep.

“Thank you…?” you paused, waiting for him to give you his name.

“...Chase!”

“Thank you, Chase.”

Now Dalton was pulling you toward the entrance of the house, wanting to be anywhere else than where Chase was. He knew people would look at you, how could they not? You were strikingly beautiful and of course, you looked even more tantalizing when you had yourself done up with makeup and an outfit that would leave anyone speechless. The problem lied with Dalton not being able to fight that feeling in his chest when he was watching someone else take you in for only a fraction of what you were worth to him. They didn’t deserve to look at you in such a way.

As you reached the stairs of the house, you halted your body again to stop Dalton in his tracks. When his arm jolted back with you only then did he turn around and you saw all the emotions swarming his mind and face. Pulling him closer to you, you brought his hand up that was still holding the small plastic cup.

“Take it, might ease your nerves for a little bit.”

Punctuating your words with a feather light kiss on his lips, you watched his shoulders relax as he took a deep breath and brought the cup to his mouth, tonguing the jello out the same way you did. As you watched him you felt a familiar pang of need squeeze between your thighs but you quickly ignored it, not wanting to leave so soon. Dalton scrunched his face at the taste of the alcohol and tossed the cup somewhere in the grass. Frowning he looked at you.

“How did you drink that so easily, tasted like straight acid!”

Looking down at the second cup you grabbed you thought he was being dramatic. This time as you removed the jello from the cup, you kept your eyes on Dalton the whole time. Your eyes holding a vampish intent. Tossing the cup in the same direction once you emptied it, your eyes blew wide in surprise as you swallowed.

“The first one did not taste like that, what the fuck?”

You coughed, trying to get the harsh taste out of your mouth. Looking toward the front door, you realized there was probably some type of punch inside that would drown on the existing taste.

“Let’s go in.”

When you and Dalton pushed through the corridor of the house the music rattled your chest, there were lights strung up on every possible place. Little ghosts and pumpkins lighting up the room with an ambient orange color. As you pushed through the people you found the kitchen and a massive tub full of red liquid and various fruits. A stack of red solos was next to it and you poured both you and Dalton a glass, filling yours to the brim while his still had a little room.

Guzzling down half of your cup, you refilled a bit more before you motioned for you and Dalton to move to the main room where it was a pile of bodies moving against each other in tandem with the music that was bouncing off the walls. Dalton was slowly sipping away at his drink while you downed another half of your drink finally feeling the combinations of alcohols course through your system.

You moved closer to Dalton so now your bodies were right on top of each other and you moved to the varying beats. The more you moved, the closer you got to grinding on him, and the more prominent the pool in your underwear was getting harder to ignore.

You wrapped one arm around his neck, bringing his head down to meet your forehead and your lips ghosted one another’s causing your breathing to get a little heavier with want. Dalton pulled away from you and yelled out over the music.

“I’m gonna go refill!”

Nodding, you took his wrist as one was holding the cup and the other was occupied by his prop knife. Reaching the kitchen again, you left your cup on the counter leaving the remaining contents in it up for grabs for whoever wanted it. With each step you took back to the kitchen you felt yourself straying further from your inhibitions and becoming more acquainted with your bodily desires.

As Dalton filled his cup up halfway, you clung your body to his from behind. Wrapping your hands around his waist, you let one of them ghost over the front of his overalls, your hand sliding right across his dick. You felt Dalton stiffen up at the action and you would’ve continued but a whistle from behind you caught your attention.

Standing up straight, you turned around and your eyes met Nick’s in a half assed Dracula costume. With his plastic party fangs dangling off his index finger you realized he was the one that cat called you over the music. In your drunken daze, you failed to realize the way you were hanging off of Dalton gave anyone behind you a perfect view of your fishnet clad ass peeking out from your tutu. You felt Dalton straighten up behind you, his hand coming to rest on your hip.

“Well, what do we have here?”

You couldn’t help the way your face moved when you were drunk. It was involuntarily submissive. Your eyebrows constantly furrowed upwards, your eyes were always wide trying to hide how inebriated you were, and your lips were always slightly parted. When Nick approached you two, you gazed at him in a way that any sober person would confuse for interest.

“You’re a pretty little doll, aren’t ya?”

You felt Dalton’s hand tighten on your waist as if you were gonna run away from him. You tried to pretend like you weren’t as drunk as you were but your body outran your mind. Within seconds you were overly smiley with Nick, responding probably too excitedly for Dalton.

“You think so?! I thought I made a very pretty doll too. But! I wouldn’t be such a pretty doll if it weren’t for my Chucky.”

You turned your body almost posing for Nick and his friends as you placed your hands flat on Dalton’s chest and looked behind you. Your eyelids grew heavy with want while you flaunted you and your boyfriend off. Turning back to face them you pointed to your chest, putting a spotlight on the fake ‘Chucky’ tattoo you drew hours before.

“See, I’ve got his name on me forever too!”

Nick and his friends erupted into a fit of giggles at your drunken displays of affection but Dalton was not enjoying a single second of it. Wondering if you were doing this on purpose or if it really was just you having lost all sober obligations. Dalton again put his hand on your hip and squeezed your side trying to discreetly get your attention. Whipping your head back in his direction his plans were foiled.

“What is it, baby?”

Dalton awkwardly laughed and shook his head saying that it was nothing. But the quick flash of attention on him allowed Nick to recognize who your “Chucky” actually was.

“How did you get in here again dude?”

For the first time in this entire interaction, Dalton finally piped up.

“It’s not like you have a bouncer at the front door.”

“Maybe I should if it means your weird ass is gonna keep coming around.”

Shaking your head, you started waving your hands in the air to get the two men's attention off of each other. Stepping closer to Nick so you wouldn’t have to yell anymore, you smiled as you spoke.

“I promise, no weird shit tonight! He honestly didn’t even wanna come, but I made him tag along with me.”

Stepping back toward Dalton, Nick snuffed extra air through his nose, and a tight lipped smile spreading across his lips, he spoke again his attention focused on you.

“At least you’re prettier than his last one. Don’t know if I could stand looking at two clowns again. Even if it would be fitting for tonight.”

Again a chorus of almost robotic giggles came from his surrounding friends and suddenly your good mood was bruised by his insult.

“Have fun tonight then, the both of you. Especially you, dollface.”

Nick ended his words by taking his thumb and index finger to raise your face to look up at his before he walked away. A scowl took place of his previous smile as he leveled out his gaze to be face to face with Dalton. As Nick and his friends disappeared into the crowd you turned around to Dalton suddenly feeling kind of gross after Nick touched you. The lasting bit of the interaction sobered up your mind just enough to where you could feel the change in Dalton’s energy.

Dalton quickly chugged the rest of what was in his cup, needing a little more liquid courage to power him through what he was about to do. Setting the empty cup on the counter, you placed your hands on his shoulders trying to not only stable yourself but also to get a gauge on his vibe. When Dalton finally looked at you, you could tell he was pissed. So when he grabbed your hand and began dragging you through the crowds of people you assumed it was because he wanted to leave. But when he took you to the staircase your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Where are we going?”

You were met with silence. And as fast as Dalton was moving through the house, you were close to tripping over your own feet. When you reached the top of the staircase, Dalton made a beeline to the bedroom at the end of the hallway. Opening the door, he left it wide open as he pulled you inside mumbling to himself.

“Can’t believe he touched you.”

Looking around at the walls you realized you were in Nick’s bedroom.

“What?... Dalton, why are we in Nick’s room?”

You waddled over to Dalton wrapping your arms around him. Beginning to speak, he cut you off as he gently brought his hand under your chin, your eyes being hypnotized by his own.

“Baby, why are we-

“-We’re in his room because I want him to think about this every time he lays his head down.”

Before you had a chance to question what he meant, Dalton had rushed his lips onto yours, suffocating you with his need. Surprised by his sudden movement, you grabbed onto him, your hands docking on either side of his face deepening the kiss.

Dalton walked your bodies backward so that your knees would buckle once they hit the edge of Nick’s bed. As your body fumbled onto the mattress, Dalton leaned you back caging you underneath him. You moved your body backwards to the center of the bed and Dalton followed your lead. He broke your kiss only to start a lecherous assault on your neck. Letting your head roll back, you leaned into the feeling of his lips on your body.

Every time his lips left your skin, they left a raging fire in its wake that sent rapid signals to your core. Reminding you, that your feelings were being wildly amplified by the amount of alcohol rushing through your system. You didn’t have the capacity to control the moans that were evading your mouth you were just completely soaked in the feeling of Dalton. As Dalton trailed his body down to the valley of your breasts, he slowly unhooked each latch of your corset watching how your soft, plush skin escaped the confines of the fabric. His hand drew a line down from your collarbone to your sternum before tracing a path around your tit, slowly teasing around the sensitive skin. Before you had the chance to whine about the lack of feeling, his fingers pinched and rolled your nipple while his mouth encased the other one.

Rolling your hips up to his, you felt his hardened cock brush against your clothed heat. Your breathing escalated, the adrenaline of the brewing carnality becoming more apparent to you as you lost yourself in the feeling. Your hand webbed itself in Dalton’s hair feeling the tackiness of the hairspray stick itself to your fingers. Dalton popped off your nipple, a string of spit following his mouth leaving a brisk chill on your skin as the string broke and settled onto your skin.

He placed kisses along your chest but they slowly turned into bites and the closer Dalton got to your neck, the more the bites turned into hickeys. Bright red markings identifying you as undoubtedly his.

“Dalton, I need you.”

Dalton pulled away from you to take in your lust stricken form, admiring you in such an obscene way. As your eyes found his, you could make out how dilated his pupils were even in the low light of the bedroom. Leaning up to kiss him, your hands traveled to the buckles of his overalls unhooking them with ease as you slid the rest of the fabric down as much as you could.

You grabbed the bunch of fabric and used it to pull him closer to you so that you could feel some type of friction from his bulge that was being hidden. Breaking the kiss, you needed to vocalize your need for him because he wasn’t moving fast enough for you.

“Baby, please. I-

“You think he knows how to fuck you like I do?”

In your coveted daze, you didn’t register who ‘he’ was right away. If anything you had forgotten about Nick and your interaction with him entirely once he walked away from you two. Your lack of response drove Dalton to become impatient, allowing himself to be overcome by his jealousy.

“Flirting with him like that. You think he could make you feel as good as I do?”

Dalton was dry humping you, making it all the more difficult to form a coherent response for him as you were being influenced by your own lubricity.

“I-I wasn’t fl-flirting with him, I swear!”

“Sure, you flashing him this tattoo on your tit wasn’t flirting.”

You were tripping over your own words, unable to form a believable excuse. You didn’t want to give up the fact that maybe, everything you did tonight was on purpose. To have Dalton rough you up a bit and make you feel small with his need for you. His voice ripped you from your thoughts letting new ones take place.

“And you did it in front of me, little slut. You knew it’d get me like this, didn’t you?”

You couldn’t bare the waiting or interrogation any longer. You need him to touch you. You needed to feel him on you, inside of you, you just needed him. So you confessed.

“Yes! I did, I did. I just wanted you to remind me that I’m yours. I need you so bad.”

Dalton let his overalls slide down to his mid thigh and he removed his underwear just enough so that his rosy tipped cock could spring free. Your cunt fluttered around nothing as your eyes landed on it, fantasizing already about the feeling. Dalton snaked his finger down to your slit, swiping up to graze across your clit and your body shuddered at the feeling. Squeezing around nothing yet again.

“You’re soaked, baby. Getting off on me being mean, yeah?”

“Fuckk! Yes. Please, I need you inside of me Dalton. Only you.”

You were so horny that you were about to start grinding against the air to just imagine something subsiding your wanton ache between your legs. Maybe it was the begging, maybe it was the mental connection you shared with him but suddenly, Dalton grabbed your legs and dragged you to the edge of bed. His fingers tangled themselves in your fishnets ripping a hole right at your crotch. Pulling your panties to the side he teased his cock at your entrance.

“You want it?”

“So fucking bad, baby.”

Out of instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he slowly slid himself into your hot, seductive cunt. The stretch of his cock was sapid and had you rolling into his hips trying to fuck yourself on him discreetly. Your back was arched and your nails were digging into the sheets so tightly that you thought you heard a rip. When Dalton bottomed out inside of you your moans were at full volume, most certainly echoing off the walls of the room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care seeing as the music downstairs was so loud. Dalton set a pace that was feral and unrelenting, your pussy clenching erratically as the tip of his cock abused that soft rigid spot inside of you.

As your moans grew in frequency, Dalton leaned down into your neck sucking more hickeys into your skin that wasn’t already tainted. Your hands left the bed and opted to curl your fingers into Dalton’s shoulder, his shirt protecting him from the crescent moons your nails would’ve left. He could feel that you were arriving at the peak of your arousal, picking up his speed, you two were torn from each other as a voice bellowed into the room.

“What the fuck!”

Dalton didn’t stop moving, but when your eyes landed on Nick standing in the doorway of his bedroom you couldn’t stop your body from the overwhelming rapture it felt as you jumped headfirst into ecstasy. Your body was twitching in ardor, your saintly cunt squeezing around Dalton as your eyes flickered between the two men. Dalton turned around to Nick, a sense of dominance that you’d never felt from him before dripping from his tongue.

“Thought you’d want to see your doll laid out on your bed–what’s wrong? Wish it was you instead?”

Dalton cracked a smile that was so dissolute and prurient that it removed you from all resolve to retain any form of modesty. Your cunt begging for more. Your hand reached up grabbing at Dalton’s shirt and you whined out for him, making a spectacle for Nick.

“Fuck me again. Please please, Dalton. I need it, I need to feel you cum inside of me. Paint me as yours.”

Dalton smiled at you as he felt your walls fluttered around him as you begged.

“Yeah? You like him watching me ruin you?”

You nodded frantically too fucked out to form anything clearly besides a needy ‘please’. Dalton began fucking you again and as you looked down to watch his cock rush in and out of you, your head fell back into the bed. Opening your eyes, you glanced over at Nick who was still frozen in the doorway. You raised your hand to wave goodbye to him with just your fingers, but before the sentiment could be registered, Dalton pulled out of you and flipped you onto your hands and knees.

“Stop entertaining him. One cock not good enough for you?”

His hand found purchase on the back of your neck, pushing your face into the comforter your lipstick definitely staining the fabric. Dalton continued to piston out of you, but as his thrusts became more unsteady you knew his climax was near. You couldn’t see but Dalton turned around again to see Nick walking back into the hallway and as soon as he was out of his sight you felt his hot seed flood your walls.

As Dalton pulled out of you, he rolled your body over onto your back so that he could engulf you in a searing kiss. He slid your panties back over to cover you fully and allowed you to sit up so that you could stuff yourself back into the corset. Fixing himself into his clothes he kissed the top of your head.

“Now when he sees us walk out, you’ll still have me inside of you.”

You felt a different heat rush up to your face that wasn’t from the alcohol. You sighed and when you looked up Dalton had his hand out for you.

“Let’s go home?”

You nodded.

“Yeah.”

Following behind Dalton, you let him lead you out of the house. When you made it out to the front steps you saw Nick leaning against the house staring out to the lawn. When you passed by him he looked up as you turned around to face him. A wide grin spread on your face as you waved to him knowing there was no way you could worm your way back in that house ever again.

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Bruise my Bones but Leave My Heart Alone

Please be advised this story does contain sensitive topics ‼️ please please please be advised I love you all please enjoy- as always with love Magenta

Part 3

God does have a sense of humor. I used to wish the worst for Jason and now that it’s staring me right in the face, I feel sick to my stomach. My flight or fight instincts really should have kicked in but they didn’t. All I could do was stare at the lifeless body that was once my boyfriend.

Even when the guys started to walk towards me, all I could do was spit 4 little words.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I said shaking

“I’m sorry beautiful,” Noah said

Suddenly, Jolly and Nick grabbed me while Folio put a cloth over my mouth. The last thing I saw before I slipped into complete darkness was Noah shaking his head. Are they gonna kill me now that I saw them kill someone? Is this my karma because I wished horrible things on my ex? I should have just minded my damn business.

After slipping into the darkness, I started to dream. I was sitting in a field of yellow flowers when I got the urge to get up and run. While sprinting across this field, all the flowers began to die and darkness started to move across the sky. By the time the darkness reached me, I woke up.

The room I was in was pitch black with a few windows. “What time is it?” I said to myself looking out one of them only to be met with the night sky. There were a few lights off in the distance and I could still hear bands playing. The relief I felt knowing I was still at the concert made me feel a little better.

I looked around trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness once again. The only thing I could make out was the couch I was lying on, the windows, and what looked like an exit door. Trying to find my phone I heard it hit the floor and saw my Home Screen light up. When I went to go grab it I miscalculated how small the couch was and ended up hitting the fucking floor.

“Of course,” I said. While lying on the floor, I laughed at my clumsiness then a thought crossed my mind.

Jason probably got me drunk again and did this to teach me a lesson. It wouldn’t be the first time and probably won’t be the last. All I did was go to the bathroom, does he expect me to ask him every time?

I picked up my phone and saw that I had 50 missed calls from Delilah. I went to call her back but my service was inactive. “Jesus Jason I know I fucked up but this is a little ridiculous,” I swear to god when I get back home I’m leaving him.

I got off the floor and tried to find a light switch but of course, I tripped over what felt like shoes and bags before I did.

“God can you give me a freaking break,” I said stumbling

I flicked on the light switch and confirmed my surroundings. I indeed was in someone's RV but how Jason managed this I’ll never know.

I reached for the door but stopped in my tracks when I heard voices. Putting my ear up against the wood I wasn’t able to decipher what was being said, why I thought it was a good idea to crack it open a little is beyond me but that’s what I did.

When I peeked out, I saw 4 men standing in the sleeping area talking….

“Should we kill her ?” Folio said

My heart fucking dropped into my stomach.

“No fucking way, she’s the one who sent us the necklace. That’s our girl” Noah said shaking his head

“It would be kind of fucked up to kill her after everything she’s been through. I don’t like the idea as much as you do Noah but she watched us kill her boyfriend, it’s probably best to take her out. We probably fucked get up even more now. Look, We can do it painlessly and Noah you can hold her so she has some type of comfort” Jolly said

“This isn’t just some puppy we found that had a wound on its leg. The day she sent us the letter we knew we had to find her. We ALL agreed on that. That is OUR girl” Noah scolded

I felt like I was gonna pass out. Maybe if I begged they would let me go. I wouldn’t snitch on them because if anything, they did me a favor.

“This girl has been through hell and back. We witnessed part of it tonight, imagine what she had been through before writing us the letter.” Nick said

“Like Jolly said she saw us kill her boyfriend. If we’re not gonna kill her then we’re gonna have to keep her. We can’t let her go yet, she’ll end up telling everyone, and that's it! Orange jumpsuits for all of us ” Folio said with his hands on his head

“Well we could use a maid around the house. We’ll just have to get Bryan on board,” Nick said.

They all began to shake their head in agreement. I wish this was a fucking joke, I'm not anyones maid nor slave.

“Alright. So. who’s gonna go in a tell her we just took her freedom and life away?” Jolly said

“I guess I will.” Noah sighed

“I think she already knows,” Nick said

They all turned around and saw that I had the door cracked, they began walking towards me and I went into an extreme panic.

“Oh shit”

I slammed the door shut and locked it. My head started to spin and I thought I was gonna really throw up this time. I fell to my knees and everything came back to me like a giant tsunami wave.

Jason didn’t do this, Bad Omens did. Jason is fucking dead and I saw them standing over his body. They’re the ones who kidnapped me and now are gonna use me as a maid and still possibly kill me. I got back up on my feet and ran over to the window in desperation. Nothing I did would make it budge.

I heard a loud smash from the other room. At this point, the guys were trying to break down the door, and for how thin it was, I knew it was only a matter of time before they got through. I gave up and started pounding on the window, I am in no way strong, but hopefully, someone would hear me scream.

“SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE, THEY'RE GONNA FUCKING KILL ME,” I said screaming with tears rolling down my face

I felt someone’s arm wrap around my waist and a hand goes around my mouth muffling my cries. The next thing I knew I was being dragged throughout the tour bus until we reached the front. Whoever was holding me decided to toss my ass onto the couch.

“I am so sick and tired of being fucking manhandled.” I thought to myself

When I looked up I was met with my potential killers. They all just sat there staring at me, and when I tell you if looks could kill, I would have been dead. They made it seem like they've never seen a girl before, and them crowidning around was giving me a heart attack .

“Please, I didn’t see anything. I won’t say a word just please don’t hurt me.” I said crying while backing myself up into the corners of the couch

I always thought I would die at the hands of Jason, not people I care about. I feel so heartbroken and betrayed, they were supposed to help me through the hard times. Not fucking make them worse.

“Hey hey, take it easy. We’re not gonna hurt you.” Noah said trying to calm me down

“I’m sorry but I don’t believe you, I heard the entire conversation,” I said defensively

“Okay so then you would know we aren’t going to hurt you, please just take a few deep breaths,” Noah said

I put my hand over my mitt trying to calm down and not go into a full-blown panic attack. How is it that my world had been flipped upside fucking down and it’s permanently there?

“ Okay Babydoll, we have a couple of questions for you and we need you to tell us the truth.”

I shook my head in agreement hoping that these questions were not going to dictate whether I live or die. God, I don’t ask for much but please I’m not ready to lose my life.

“Okay first one, are you the girl who sent me this necklace,” Noah said pulling it out of his shirt

“Ye… yes I did,” I said quietly

“Okay thank you, now second one is does your friend Envie know where you are?”

“No she thinks I went to the ba- wait how do you know her name? Please leave her out of this.” I said sternly

He tried to lay a gentle touch on my right thigh but I immediately shoved his hand away from me. How could he sound so nurturing and caring yet do such an evil act? His touch brought me everything but comfort.

“Please don’t fucking touch me.” I spatted.

Noah backed up and realized he must have hit a nerve. In any other situation, I would have begged for this man to touch me but not now. Especially when I saw what he is capable of. Part of me felt bad for snapping at him, yes they killed Jason but they also did me a huge favor in the process. I have too many mixed emotions about this, playing it nice is probably my best bet.

“I’m sorry….I don’t mean to be rude but everything going on here is a lot to take in. Especially since I heard the entire conversation.”

“Look, Princess, you don’t need to apologize. You are the one being kidnapped and about to have your freedom taken away .” Nick said laughing

“You’re laughing at this situation? You guys killed my boyfriend and kidnapped me, forcing me to do God knows what! How is any of this comical?” I said with wide eyes. Who laughs at this except psychopaths

“Angel we know none of this is funny and we’re trying our hardest to make light of the situation. You act like we wanted to do this to you, but we didn’t.” Jolly

“Yeah Bunny, none of this was part of the plane. We were gonna get rid of that asshole and you would finally be safe.” Folio added

“First of all what’s with all the pet names? Bunny? Angel? Princess? Babydoll? I am not your guy's girl, I sent you a fucking necklace and now that makes me your guy's property?” I said. These guys are fucking crazy

“No, you made us responsible for you when you sent that necklace. We looked for you at every fucking concert hoping that we could get to you before some asshole breaks you.”

Noah said standing up. His posture, attitude, and eyes all became more resentful.

Honestly, sometimes I would push people past their limits when I got angry. For some odd reason, I had so much fight in me that I was never able to let out and I felt this was the best time if any.

“Now I know you don’t like the idea of all of this but once we feel we can trust you then we’ll let you go. I promise it’s not what you think, I would never do anything that you wouldn’t want me to” Noah said

“That’s literally what you ARE doing. You can’t just kidnap me, people are gonna notice I’m gone.” I said

“Well, we kind of need you to call your friend and tell her you’re okay,” Noah said while rubbing the back of his neck

“Why the fuck would I do that?” I glared

“Angel you are not making this easy. We are genuinely trying here to hit everything we give forward to you is getting nothing but pushback.” Jolly said rubbing his forehead. I could tell all the guys were losing patience

“Okay, so how long do I have to stay with you guys until you can trust me enough to let me go ?” I said sitting up.

“Maybe a few weeks, a month at most,” Nick said

“A year,” Noah said

He stood up turned his back on me and began to walk away.

“A what ?” I heard him correctly but I feel like I’m still dreaming.

“A. Year.” And then I’ll see about letting you go. Noah said looking at me

Those beautiful brown eyes that used to make me fly are now filling me with pure rage. The fucking audacity of this wannabe boy band, how dare they take over my life when I just got it back? I couldn’t think straight, the room began to spin and I lost all control. I lunged at Noah and managed to get the weakest punch across his face.

It didn’t do anything he barely even bugged. Noah threw me over his shoulder and decided to take me back to the other lounge again. With one swift kick of the door, I was tossed onto the couch and back at square one.

“I’m starting to lose my fucking patience with you. Please keep in mind my kindness isn’t something that should be taken for granted. Keep pushing me and I’ll make other arrangements.”

I saw a mini glass figurine of Disney World sitting near me. I grabbed it and threw it at the doorway, it barely missed Noah. The look on his face when he realized if I had aimed a little closer I would have got hit head

“Kill me,” I said while holding my face

“What?”

“I’ve been through enough shit. Used and abused. A slave to what I thought was love. You making me stay with you ain’t going to change a thing. You let me go even after a year, I WILL fucking say something. I don’t give a shit anymore so you better kill me now.” I said

“Y/N shut up shut up shut up”

My conscience was screaming at me, telling me to be quiet. I didn’t want to die I just wanted the abuse to stop.

Noah laughed a little and just shook his head

“Good night baby doll ”

“Fucking prick”

I got up and ran over to the window. The lights I once saw were now officially gone meaning everyone went home.

“I’m stuck here. Why is this happening to me ?” I said with tears started to fill my eyes.”

I waited till I knew no one was near my door and ran for my phone. I now had over 100 missed calls from Delilah . It's weird, I never heard my phone go off once but since I could receive calls that meant I could make them.

My hands were shaking so aggressively that I kept typing in the wrong number. I finally pulled myself together and dialed Envies contact.

“Y/N?!”

“Delilah omg thank god I got through to you,” I whispered

“Y/N Where the fuck are you? I’m worried sick!

“Delilah please tell me you’re still near the venue,” I said shaking

“Yeah, I’m at a diner about two miles down the road why?”

“I’m still here you’re not gonna believe me but I’m in Bad Omens tour bus. Envie, Envie please listen to me I’m fucking scared right now. They killed Jason and kidnapped me because I saw everything. You have to come get me.”

“Y/N that is one sick twisted joke”

“I’m not fucking joking! Do you need me to take a fucking picture?!” I quiet screamed

“Yea because honestly, I don’t believe you.”

Jesus Christ

I snapped a pic standing next to the poster they had hanging up in the back of their tour bus

“Y/N where are you ?”

“I’m locked in their fucking tour bus!

“Jesus you weren’t kidding. What do you mean they killed Jason?” Envie questioned”

“I can’t explain everything right now just please get here with the fucking police.”

“I will but Y/N.”

“Yea?”

“Who is that standing behind you in the picture?”

I was so confused about what she was talking about until I looked at the photo myself. Standing behind me was a tall silhouette whose face was leaning down towards my shoulder

“You just made a huge fucking mistake babydoll.”

Noah grabbed my phone out of my hand and smashed it into pieces with one fucking stomp. I fell back at how aggressive he was being and realized this might be it. I’m gonna die right here

“Well looks like I can’t trust you to be by yourself can I.” He said walking towards me

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell her anything I swear. I just wanted to hear her voice” I said shaking

“Starting the relationship off with lies will get you nothing but a punishment babydoll.”

I saw behind him that Nick and Jolly were there ready to back him up. The way my heart sank when Noah got so close to my face if I turned he would kiss me.

“I hope you know, you’re sleeping with me tonight

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