#Nick Goode blurb
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hear me out basically during the ‘78 color war nick and reader sneak off😋😋
smut pls/if you want😭🙏
TY LOVE (yk who i am)
18+, MDNI !!
no and you’re a shadysider (which he bullies you for relentlessly) so you’re both on opposite teams. The both of you probably aren’t in a relationship (because you’re both in denial), and act like you hate each other around other people but in reality you’re both fucking like rabbits on the down low. And when the game begins you both don’t even try and fight each other— you just meet up at an empty spot and Nick grabs your hand and leads you into the woods and shoves you up against the nearest tree. Trailing kisses all over your neck and down your chest, sucking marks onto your collarbones <33. Lifting up the hem of your t shirt so he can get to your tits and massage them in his big hands. All the while your cunt practically ruts against his thigh, soaking your panties with your sticky arousal. It isn’t long before he’s spinning your body around and shoving your shorts down, the flimsy fabric hanging halfway off of one of your ankles as he lifts your leg up and rubs his tip up and down your folds. Big cock drooling against your tiny hole as he pushes himself inside your walls, your arms doing their best to wrap around the tree in front of you. Your cheek is smushed against the bark as Nick laces his hands through your hair, letting out a grunt as he begins to fuck into you.
“How long have you been wantin’ this, huh? You’re so tight, sweetheart.”
“All day,” you whine out, lashes fluttering. “Been wanting it all day.”
“Yeah?” His hips smack against yours as he increases his pace. “Dirty little shadysider just wants some good dick, huh? Needed someone to pound this fuckin’ pussy.”
Nodding your head, letting him hold it against the tree and scratch your cheek from the harshness of it as he uses his other hand to grip your calf. Looking down, he can’t help but go into a frenzy watching himself disappear in and out of your folds. He bites down on his lower lip.
“It’d be cute if I filled you up, wouldn’t it?” He says. “Got you all pretty and pregnant with my kid? Mm, yeah, you’d look real nice like that.”
Your eyes roll back, your hand flailing as you reach around to push on his hips. Too much, too much, too much.
But it doesn’t matter. He’s gonna make you take it because he knows that he has that much power over you. He laces his fingers through the ones pushing on his waist and holds them up against the tree. Lifting his shirt up with his teeth to watch you getting fucked some more. Rubbing your clit in between his thumb and forefinger, making you drool as you cream all over his cock. And then, one two or three more thrusts and he’s filling you up with sticky, wet release. He fucks it into you until your hole is overflowing, and when he pulls out he watches it drip down your thighs.
He takes your panties and cleans up your legs with them, and, to your horror, slides them back on you. Cringing at the feeling, you let out a whine. Nick’s fingers move to your chest and he meanly twists one of your nipples.
And the look on his face, god. He finds it so funny that he starts laughing hysterically. Frowning, you pout at him.
“Stop it, Nick! It’s not funny.”
“It’s very funny, shadysider. Now pull your shorts back up and get going, I have a game to win.”
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The corners of Lark’s mouth lifted into an almost smile at Nick’s singing as he tried to make himself more comfortable in his friend’s lap, feeling oddly safer than he had ever felt in a long time.
He falls asleep to Nick’s voice and the hypnotic twang of guitar strings in the air, the lyrics flowing out of Nick’s mouth like liquid honey. Lark falls asleep before he can understand the full weight of the song Nick chose to “practice” with, or notice how hushed and breathless Nick’s voice had suddenly become.
Nick continued to sing that same song long after Lark falls asleep, long enough for the itch of caressing Lark’s face to become downright unbearable. Nick suddenly paused and his left hand slowly uncurled and slid down the fretboard, his eyes trained on the small strands of hair that had fallen over Lark’s eyes. A second later Nick stopped himself, shook his head as if he had been under a spell, and forced himself to play the next guitar riff-- accidentally strumming the strings a little too loudly. Lark stirred and grunted in his sleep for a second before going quiet again. Nick breathed a sigh of relief before chuckling affectionately at the man.
Nick adjusted his old hand-me-down acoustic in his lap and began slowly singing the song again, this time really feeling the lyrics. His voice softly crooned perfect reverence and longing into each verse, heartbreak was evident in the words and all the notes he hit. After awhile, Nick’s lip began to tremble and his eyes burned but he sang on, his left hand now gripping the fretboard so hard it made his knuckles white.
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+.*i get those goosebumps every time*.+
SUMMARY: he just cant shake the feeling that somebody knows... let alone his own wife..
NICK GOODE (1994) X FEM! READER
MASTERLIST : HERE
AUTH NOTE: aahhhdgfgy first fic!! based on the song goosebumps by Travis Scott 😍😍😍😍 (update, it’s been like 5 months since i started writing this.. i’m so sorry 😭😭🫶🫶)
"hello?" you ask, twirling the landline phone cord between your index and middle finger. "shit, sorry hun.." you notice the voice instantly, its your husband Nick. "sorry forr..?" you trail off, now curious. "um.. ill be home late again." his voice is low and laced with slight malice. "oh." is all you manage to say. you turn to look back in the dining room. your children are sitting happily at the table, eating spaghetti bowls.
"are you upset?" he questions, slightly nervous. "no! its fine.. ill put your food in the fridge then.." you mumble into the speaker. he sighs before speaking again. "listen, i gotta go but ill be back when you wake up. promise." he tries to sound as cheery as possible, but you can see right through the act. "okay, bye! i love you." you murmur with a small smile as the line clicks.
something is up, you can tell. you set the phone down before heading into the dining room and picking up your husbands plate. your daughter looks up at you, her curly pigtails bouncing as she swings her legs off the chair. “mommy… where’s daddy..?” she asks, her voice laced with worry. “baby, he’s fine.. he’s just caught up with work again.” you manage a smile. she nods before going back to eating.
about 4 hours later, you hear the door open and the familiar leather shoe footsteps. your husband in all his glory walks into the living room. “well hi there..” Nick says with a small grin. he walks over to you, sitting beside you on the sofa. “how was work..?” you ask, resting your head on his shoulder. he shrugs, “boring, as per usual.” the way he says it makes you giggle. “you’re sweaty, my love.” you kiss his cheek, making him smile again.
“ouch.” he jokes, standing up again. “i’ll go have a shower then.” you nod and watch as he turns around. “and by the way, could you find me that book.. um.. the one about criminology!” he recalls, to which you respond with a small “yup!” before you too, stand up.
you hear him walk up the stairs as you reach the bookshelf. as you look around, you spot a small knob out of the corner of your eye. you try to ignore it, thinking your vision is just playing tricks on you again. that is, until a passing train nearby causes the knob to rattle. you quirk your eyebrow, setting the newly found book down on the coffee table before inspecting the round knob closer.
as you get a better look, you realise that it belongs to a trapdoor that you happen to have never noticed. ‘strange..’ you think to yourself before turning it slowly. you’d think it’d be locked, considering you’ve never noticed it in your 8 years of living in your house. but it isn’t. the door slowly creaks open and the light from inside the living room shines into the small space.
upon further inspection, you spot a few candles, all of which definitely had been lit within the last few hours considering the faint smell of candle smoke. but also another thing worth noting, the two large stones with writing etched into them. one’s been fully covered, the second having almost just been started. you can only read the last 3 lines of the second stone.
RUBY LANE
THOMAS SLATER
RYAN TORRES
you make a face, weird that the last three shady side killer names are etched into.. wait.
what..?
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hey girl
Can you write a blurb on how matt was hanging out with his girlfriend while nick and chris were at tara’s party?
Thank you!
RATHER BE WITH YOU - m.sturniolo
warnings: none
“matt?” you raised your head to look down at your boyfriend who had made it his mission to completely entrap your body with his.
you only got a muffled ‘hm’ in response to which you sighed. “baby can you get up? you’re sorta crushing me.” you tried pushing his shoulders up to which he resisted and only hugged you tighter.
“matt.”
“hm.”
“i need to pee.” matt only rose his head from the crevice of your neck to respond. “inaminute.” he slurred out all at once.
you stayed there for a good five minutes before matt rolled off you. you jumped up the second he did and RAN to the bathroom.
when you were done you made your way back to matt’s bedroom where you found him scrolling on his phone.
“weren’t you just sleeping?” you ask while plopping down next him. “yeah, but i was rudely interrupted.” matt shot you a glare but you could only roll your eyes.
“oh look, nick sent you a snap.” you say while clicking on the notification for him. when it opened, it revealed a selfie of chris, nick, and tara.
“i can’t believe you didn’t go, looks like so much fun.” you eyed the picture a bit more before opening the next few snaps that were sent, that were instead short videos of the three having a good time.
since you weren’t really an influencer, and tara didn’t know you, you weren’t really invited but your boyfriend was but decided to stay home instead.
“i’m having fun with right here though.” matt threw his phone to the side before adjusting you guys so you were back to being on the bottom, and matt was back to being your weighted blanket.
you groaned and rolled your eyes. “matt we are not doing this again.”
matt reached up to give you a few pecks on your face before giving you one dramatic passionate kiss on your lips, ending it with a ‘MWAH.’
“i just wanna be close to you, baby.” matt frowned before going back to his spot. he smiled when you sighed, ultimately giving up trying to argue with him. instead you opted to playing with his hair, receiving a sigh of pleasure from matt.
“plus, you know i hate parties.”
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A/N: i kinda want a bf
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Intimate
Pairing: Matt x Reader
Wordcount: 2.1k +
In wich: matt has a borderline obsession with cock warming
Warnings: smut, cock warming, p in v, use of y/n, 1st pov, praise kink, name calling (slut), pet names, unprotected, creampie
(A/N: English is not my first language! Also this song has like barely anything to do w the plot, I just feel like that’s the vibe. This is sort of like a blurb. Hope you guys like it <3)
One of the considerably weird things Matt is into is: cock warming.
I clench at the thought trying to focus on my history homework.
I’ve known Matt for practically all my life. We’ve always been close and no conversation between us was ever awkward.
Matt didn’t seem like the type to be into that sort of stuff. But one day, when, we were hanging out and cuddling like we were normally, I felt a hardness at my butt.
When I turned back to look at him he was blushing. Matt had his arms wrapped around my waist, spooning me.
After I asked him what that is, he responded with a question. “Can I..?” He trailed off and I wasn’t catching on to his train of thought.
“What? you want to fuck?” I huff rolling my eyes…not that I would be against it.
“No.” He said defensively squeezing my sides. “Can I just put it in?” Matt asked shyly.
I paused, But eventually complied. With the duvet being over us it shouldn’t be too awkward. He shuffled out of his sweatpants and pulled mine down too.
And before I knew it his finger was inside of me and I was wet.
After a few moments I felt the head of his dick press against me before feeling his entire length slide into me.
I never thought he’d be into that, but even further, I didn’t think that I’d like it too.
I shift feeling the angle change.
“Y/n/n, can you stop moving.” Matt huffs, his words sounding passive aggressive. He puts one of his hands on my hips to prevent as much movement as possible, his other hand still clutching his phone.
I clench again at the tone of his voice, slamming my pen down.
Ever since that day, when this first started off, I started to sit on him more often. Whether it was while we were cuddling or just mindlessly hanging out. We’re not necessarily friends with benefits tho.
I guess he just likes the feeling… but so do I.
It was bad, like we hung out so much Chris and Nick started to make joking remarks about it.
About us hanging out so much that is, not the… whatever we’re doing.
Like it was so bad that practically every time we were alone somewhere private, I was probably sitting on his dick.
It feels so intimate and good, and if we still have time after, he’ll rail me.
But I’m saying that when we’re at home doing homework, I’m sitting on his lap. Or when cuddling or sleepovers. Or even when we go get fast food to eat in the parking lot at night. I’ll climb over the middle console and sit down on it.
I was never a skirt person, but I started to wear skirts more often just for the easier access.
I could go hours just calmly sitting on it.
But sometimes after a while I would get frustrated.
I try to grind into him, Matt still holding me in place as much as he can.
“What? You wanna get yourself off on my dick?” He huffs. His grip on my hip gets harder making me whine, while his other hand still holds his phone.
He’d been scrolling through TikTok and various other social media while I was trying to get all of my homework done.
And it’s been probably over an hour now and I was getting frustrated from all the homework. doing math first was definitely a mistake.
And while on a normal day I would be fine with the intimacy and wouldn’t be trying to get myself off, the homework today was frustrating. And since Matt was already balls deep inside of me, I might as well.
He leans over putting his phone on my desk. With the movement his hand on my hip loosens giving me the opportunity to start to slightly ride him.
“Fuck-“ i sigh. I lean forward on my arms, trying to get as much friction as I can, both on my sweet spot and also my clit.
I hear Matt’s low groan. And suddenly his hands are on my hips again, holding me in place.
“Y/n I swear, i will make you cum over and over again until you’re seeing fucking stars if you don’t fucking stop right now and go back to your homework.”
His tone is authoritative and so hot. Why was he saying that like it would be such a bad thing anyway.
“Matt please.” I whine.
Sometimes Matt would get frustrated and fuck me while I wasn’t even paying him any mind, and sometimes it was the other way around.
He huffs letting go of my hips. Matt leans back as he just watched me and my every move.
I let out a shaky breath once again, leaning forward more to lift myself better.
“Fucking slut, getting yourself off on your best friends dick.” He rolls his eyes in exasperation.
His hands go to my waist, assisting my movements now instead of stopping me.
“If you cum I’m still gonna Make you warm me.” He warns his tone assertive.
Matt holds me in place for a few seconds and scoots the chair back. I sigh leaning forward, using my forearms to prop me up, before starting to ride him again.
His eyes were heavy lidded, his mouth dropped in a silent moan while he watches me.
He somehow seemed way less sensitive than me. But I can literally feel the knot starting to tie In My stomach just waiting to snap.
By this point I was panting and Matt was letting out some heavy breaths too.
“Fuck- Matt, Matt” I whine his name my voice pitching higher as i keep getting closer.
“You close baby?” He breaths out keeping his hands on my hips for stability.
I let out a sharp breath letting my head drop forward as I keep up the angle and speed up in order to reach my climax faster.
“Yeah.” One of my hands go down to my clit to rub it, resulting in my other arm having to hold me up alone.
“Come then.” He demands, his voice sounding cocky. I can hear him breathe heavily and bite his lip to keep quiet.
With his hands tightening on my hips, I feel the knot in my stomach snap.
I let out a loud moan, piercing through the, otherwise, mostly quiet room.
I sit down again my pussy convulsing around his cock.
I sigh, trying to calm down again. Matt’s hands rub my sides, holding my back to his chest and mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.
“You good?” He asks after I mildly catch my breath. I lean more into him, my eyes fluttering closed as I mumble an agreement.
“You gonna go back to your homework now, or…?” He trails off waiting for me to answer.
“No” I breathe out and slightly look over my shoulder to make eye contact with him.
He lets his huge grin take over his features. He picks me up gently, making me wince, to wich he whispers encouraging praises into my ear.
My back makes contact with my bed. I sigh at the feeling of the soft sheets under me. And I watch as Matt hurriedly takes off his shirt.
I was still wearing my mini skirt and a long sleeve shirt, but Matt didn’t look like he was going to take them off. The access was easy, so really, why do the extra work.
Matt rubs my lower stomach, while his other hand holds his dick. He glides it up my folds before slipping it back into me. I whine at the feeling throwing my head back into the mattress.
I’m still sensitive from my previous orgasm and also from the hour of cock warming’s
It wasn’t like he wasn’t sensitive too. I could see him physically hold back from releasing right then and there.
Our eyes stay locked while he starts to rock his hips against me. I can feel him hit that spot in me that makes pure euphoria shoot through my entire body.
Despite not being labeled, it always felt so intimate with Matt.
Maybe it was because most of the time it was literally just cock warming and nothing else. But sometimes, when it did come to the actual intercourse - penetration type of thing, it still felt intimate.
“So good for me baby.” He breaths out. Our eyes stay locked, my mouth dropped in quiet moans.
“Fuck- you like being filled?” He chuckles. His hand stays on my lower abdomen, pressing down slightly to feel himself.
I close my eyes briefly trying to respond, but the way his hips snap into me, and the way he still manages to make this feel sensual, has my head fuzzy.
“Fuck..” Matt breaths out his eyes staying locked on my face. “Too fucked out to answer now?”
All I can do is whine out his name and moan loudly, and he takes pride in that. I know he does. I can see it in his eyes.
“You wanna be fucking full all the time, don’t you baby?” Matt taunts, somehow speeding up even more.
I clench around him my legs going stiff at the constant and heavy stimulation.
Matt notices and readjusts, picking up my legs further so they’re on his shoulders before he picks up pace again.
“Close” I whine out, I can feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter by the second, threatening to snap anytime now.
“Good girl” he hums. Matt’s fingers find their way towards my clit as he starts to vigorously rub it.
“Oh god-“ I moan loudly throwing my head back, my eyes shutting tightly as I try not to get overwhelmed, even tho just already am.
“Eyes on me.” Matt speaks lowly also panting. His movements pick up pace getting more rough and messy, indicating that he’s close too.
My eyes snap open, immediately meeting his. And as soon as they do, I feel my body convulse, my orgasm washing over me like a wave. But despite that, I try to keep my eyes on Matt as best as I can.
“So pretty.” He breathes out harshly and before either of us know it, he gives me one last thrust and fills me up.
I pant, trying to catch my breath. I feel a thin layer of sweat coat my skin, but despite that, I love this feeling.
This post orgasmic state was sending me into almost as much euphoria as the sex itself.
I watch through lazy, heavy-lidded eyes as Matt sits up straighter, moving my legs from off of his shoulders.
“You wanna clean up or sleep like this sweetheart?” He asks tilting his head. Matt was trying to contain a goofy smile.
“Just..” I trail off and let out a breath. Damn I didn’t realize just how out of breath I am.
“Just lay down.” I breathe out.
He licks his lips his eyes wandering from my face to my body and how it’s still clothed.
“You wanna sleep with clothes, or…” he trails off. Matt’s eyes come to meet mine again with a playful glint.
“Matt, I don’t care” I say exasperated.
“I wanna cuddle?” He says like I said we wouldn’t. I huff a slight laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation at hand.
Matt huffs trying and failing to hold back a smile. He gently and slowly pulls out in order to not hurt me. But I still wince from the over stimulation.
He pulls the skirt back down and than reaches for the zipper. He pulls the skirt off tossing it to the floor carelessly.
He then reaches for my long sleeve shirt. I sit up slightly so he can take that, and my bra also off.
Now being nude under him, he looks satisfied. He hums in approval and wordlessly lays down next to me, before I feel his arms go around my waist.
“You think you can warm me, baby?” He whisper sweetly into my ear. I feel a shiver run down my spine from his tone of voice. My eyes shut I take in his silk like words.
“Corse.” I breathe out pushing my hips back into him to tease him.
Matt chuckles lowly. I feel his length slide through my folds. Still being soaked in our combined juices, it was fairly easy for him to slip back in, not that it didn’t make me moan.
I felt way too sensitive, but like hell would I ever say no to this.
Matt chuckles at the low moan I let out. He has his arm spread out so I can lay on it his other arm around my waist. “You do like being full?” He asks in fake shock.
“You were the one that started this tho?” I question right back not moving at all. Simply keeping my eyes closed and enjoying the closeness and intimacy.
“Touché.”
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A /N: sorry for being gone for so long guys. Schools been overwhelming. But yeah, I hope you guys liked this. Requests and asks are open & feedback is always appreciated 💕
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golfing motivation.
a/n: ok so this is a small blurb inspired by the videos of Matt golfing with the group the other night…. let’s just say girl was giggling and kicking her feet at how good he looked. Also I’m rusty at writing so be nice to me :) enjoy! (Also this is not edited-)
warnings; none… all fluff!
“Jesus Christ, Matt!” Colby said after Matt had hit the ball with his… unique style of swinging. Matt looked over at the group with a smile as he started to take his white jacket off, walking back over to the group as he set it down next to you. His green and yellow shirt now in view as he adjusted it to his body.
“It’s either really good or really bad!” Matt said as he gripped the club in his right hand as he placed it under the censor, allowing it to give him a new ball.
“Do it again, Matt.” Larry said as he brought his phone out and started to film the boy. Matt took his rings off before he looked at you, pointing his finger at you.
“If this is a good hit, you give me a kiss-“
“Bet!” You said as you leant back in your seat, watching the him as he placed the club on the left side of the ball. He sighed before swinging the club around in a circle, hitting the ball perfectly as it soared through the air, loosing sight of it quickly from how fair it went.
You got up with a sigh as you went up to him, it now being your turn, plus you had an award to give him. “I will be honest, I was praying on your downfall-“
“Oh shut up.” He said as he placed his hand on your cheek, placing his lips on yours. The kiss was quick and gentle, nothing more than a few seconds. But those few seconds got some cheers from the friends you were with.
“Oh Jesus, they’re kissing again Nick-“
“They always do that… you’re surprised?” Nick asked Chris as you laughed at the brothers as Matt flipped them off.
Taking the club from Matt, you stood on the green mat as a ball came out of the dispenser and you placed it in the middle. You had gone golfing with Matt and his family before while visiting in Boston, and had gone to top golf with them on occasion. But you never really knew how to hit the ball.
You didn’t want to ask for help, not wanting to take to long of a time so the others could have their own fun, so you just stood there, placing your hands in various different ways.
Matt was laughing at something Sam had said when he turned back towards you, placing his rings back on, as he saw you messing with the club. A small smile made its way to his face as he walked over to you, placing his hands on your wrist gently, making you jolt back in surprise.
“It’s just me, sorry for scaring you. Can I help?” Matt whispered to you as he moved closer so he had better access to your hands. You nodded in agreement as you allowed your hands and wrist to relax, letting him move them himself. “Put this one here, mhm, and that one right…. here.” he said as he placed your hands on the club that seemed fit and comfortable to swing with.
“Now just bend your legs and you’re good!” He said as he patted your waist and stepped away.
“Promise not to laugh if I miss?” You asked as you tightened your grip on the club and looked at him. You didn’t care about the others and if they laughed, you only cared about impressing your boyfriend even if you both knew that you kinda suck at golf.
“Promise baby.” Matt said as he crossed his arms and nodded at you, giving you the go ahead you didn’t know you needed. You took a deep breathe before swinging the club back and following through as a the sound of the club hitting the ball rang through the air.
“Ooo that was beautiful!” You heard Chris yell as you faced towards the open field, full of golf balls waiting to be picked up, as you watched your ball soar through the air. It wasn’t far, but it was far enough for you to throw your hands up and bounce on your feet as you made your way over to Matt.
“Did you see that?!” You exclaimed as Matt held a wide smile on his face, nodding as he opened his arms for you to fall into.
“I did, baby! That was so good!” Matt giggled as you wrapped your arms around his waist, wrapping his own around your neck, kissing the top of your head as he whispered ‘that’s my girl.’
“You have another shot, girl!” Larry said as you pointed at the screen, showing you that your name was still present on it.
“Wait…. I have to do that again?!” You asked, eyes wide as Matt laughed a bit as he nodded and everyone else giggled at your words. “I hope you guys aren’t wishing for the again, because that shit would take a miracle-“
“Or maybe just a little motivation from Matt…” Jake interrupted as he looked away from you as to direct the attention away from him.
“Don’t you dare give him that idea-“
“I quite like that! Here let me show you again babe..”
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How about a blurb of happy tipsy/drunk Lando and reader on the boat and he's extra clingy and saying sweet funny things? Bonus points if she's caring for his bloody nose and he's looking at her with the gloomy sparkly eyes (we have all seen the pictures 👀🫣)
Note: the more content I see from this day, the more I think this is going in the books 😅
Cw: mentions a cut, blood, alcohol consumption
"Fill mine, please!", Lando asked one of the guys as he filled his own cup with some orange drink right on theme for the day.
When you said you'd join the celebrations for King's Day, Lando and Martin were the most excited for it and promised you one hell of a party indeed.
"Show me how you dance with your pretty hips! Baby, are my moves as good as yours?", Lando said as he swayed his hips from side to side, his knees helping him bounce slightly as he waved the cup around. The sunglasses didn't cover his blushed cheeks and big smile, but you were sure they were hiding your favourite pair of eyes, now probably squinty and glassy as he sang loudly.
"Yes, Lan, they're good", you shook your head as you laughed, letting him pull you closer to him so he could dance with you.
"My chest is full of love for you, baby", Lando whispered on your ear before he nipped at the skin there.
"We're out, Lando, there's other people here", you gasped even though you were enjoying his touches a little too much. Drunk Lando often meant an even clingier boyfriend.
"I don't care, I'm full of love for you - I love you!", he stated kissing your lips and everywhere on your face he could.
You turned around for a couple of minutes, approaching the edge so you could get a little bit of air and look at how everyone else was celebrating the day until you heard a gasp followed by Martin calling your name.
"What?", you asked before seeing Lando and his bloody nose, "Oh my word", you whispered as you approached him.
"We clicked the glasses and then this happened", Martin explained as you took a good look at the injury.
Even though it seemed like a little nick on the skin from the glass, it was bleeding a good amount, "Here's the first aid kit", someone said as they handed it to you.
"Does it hurt a lot, love?", you asked Lando as you rummaged through the bag to figure out what you had and what you could do with it.
"It's okay", he mumbled.
"Hold this, Lando, I need to find something to disinfect- we're in a boat full of alcohol drinks but medical grade stuff would be better I guess", you mumbled the last part, trying to read the label of the bottle and smelling them.
Once you look up after finding the rubbing alcohol and some cotton buds and pads, you see the gauze wrapped around his head, "like this, right, lovie?", Lando smiled, a genuine tinge of hope in his voice at helping you help him.
"Not quite", you laughed. You felt bad for doing so while he was clearly hurt despite not hearing many complaints from him.
"Let me put some steri strips - stay still, Lan, I need to see this upclose", you stated after cleaning the cut, applying the strips in a cross since you could see the skin was pulling both ways.
"Did you do it like an X? I felt that", Lando spoke, "X marks the spot for the treasure, doesn't it? I'm your treasure!", he cheered, "Taylor Swift says that it marks the spot where we fell apart, but we never fall apart baby, we're forever".
"You are, Lan, my biggest treasure", you smiled, "can you stay still for a bit longer though, please?", you asked gently still.
Lando complied with your request, staying still as you did your best to make sure the dressing was helping or at least not making the situation worse, "Is this your way of telling me you want me to get a rhinoplasty? Funny, it has rhino in it", he giggled before he attempted to make an elephant noise.
"No, baby, I love your nose just the way it is", you smiled, kissing the tip of his nose when you were happy with the improvised wound dressing, "there, all done! You even get a magic kiss for it to heal faster!".
"You're so pretty, you're really my girlfriend? Ah! Would you look at that, Martin? She's my girlfriend - I'm one lucky dude", Lando beamed at his friend before he kissed your lips, letting you sit on the edge of the boat, "you can sit there, baby, it's got railing to protect you from falling in the water - it's looks mucky", he made a disgusted face.
You sat there, glad to be able to experience these moments with your boyfriend and seeing his so carefree and happy. His PR team would maybe have to do some cleaning up, but at the end of the day, he was a happy young man enjoying his time off and he had the right to enjoy it.
"She is my girlfriend - Look, Y/N! Someone is recording us, say hi, my love!", he yelled, getting you to wave at a girl filming on another boat, "isn't she pretty? And she fixed my nose too!".
(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)
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Special Guest {Matt Sturniolo}
Summary: A quick blurb where fem!reader flys to LA to surprise her boyfriend Matt.
Warnings: none!
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Long distance relationships were difficult, especially when the person you’re dating is someone as amazing as Matt. After over a year of being together he still consistently made the effort to visit you in your hometown as often as he could, knowing it was difficult for you to take off of work and come to LA.
This was exactly why you had reached out to his brothers Nick, and Chris to help you surprise him by coming to visit them. It had been strategically planned out by the three of you, doing your best to ensure that Matt was completely out of the loop. Nick had texted you that they were about to get started on filming the newest podcast episode, which gave you the green light to proceed with the surprise.
Your flight had landed earlier in the morning which had worked out perfectly with the timeline for the surprise. By the time Matt had woken up and texted you 'good morning' you were already in the car on the way to his house. Their manager had helped pick you up from the airport and let you in their front door since she had a spare key, “Thank you, Laura,” You whispered as she quietly left after letting you inside. You carefully rolled your suitcase down the hallway, trying to be as quiet as you could, and going into Matt’s bedroom. After getting your things put away you began to ascend the stairs, still trying your best to not make a sound.
“Chris, come on bro! Why are you acting so suspicious?” Matt’s voice echoed through the room. Chris sat across from him with the biggest smile etched onto his face, letting out some more mischievous giggles. “Why are you laughing so much?” Matt continued to question.
You took this as your chance to step into the room they were filming in, “Hi guys!”. When Matt noticed you standing behind Nick he immediately lit up with a smile. He repositioned himself in his seat, nerves getting the best of him at the sight of you standing in the doorway. Glancing back over at Chris he asked, “No way… Is this why you’ve been so weird?” Chris nodded, excited for his brother. "Well go hug her then!" Nick laughed, also admiring how giddy his brother was around you. Matt got up out of his seat, pushing the microphone out of his way, and pulling you straight into his arms. He planted a kiss on top of your head, doing his best to come to terms with the fact that you were actually there with him.
“Please welcome our special, surprise, guest for this episode!” Nick said into his microphone and you couldn't be happier.
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u-haul 'cause I might let you move in it (1/2)
dom dealer!eddie x sub fem!reader
Inspired by @2jihiir0's fanart 'make it quick... baby's sleeping'. leave them some love!
read part two here.
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cw (both parts): 18+. smut, drug use (weed), situationship becoming something more (???), shame kink, praise & degradation, pet names, exhibitionism-adjacent, no y/n, no physical descriptors, eddie's still a fairly soft dom bc I'm just not hard like that 😭
an: this is just the start of the filth, y'all - most of it occurs in part two 😌 shout out to @munson-blurbs @hellfire--cult @word-wytch and @the-unforgivenn for their feral support and @fracturedarkness bc this wouldn't exist without her.
enjoy part one! 🩵
The afternoon sun hangs heavy in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow through the dusty blinds of the trailer. The air inside is thick with the scent of smoke and stale beer, a heady mixture that clings to the walls. It’s the kind of smell that seeps into your clothes, your hair, your skin. It should leave you feeling slightly suffocated, especially considering the oppressive humidity also clinging to every surface, but somehow, there's a measure of comfort in the acrid scent.
You’re sitting on the threadbare couch, the fabric worn with age creaking as you shift restlessly, trying to find a more comfortable position in the heat. The fabric scratches your soles as you prop your feet up, leaning against the couch arm, fanning the neck of your thin tank top to peel the dampness from your chest. Beneath the old coffee table, your flip-flops lay forgotten, abandoned on the threadbare carpet. A beer bottle sits nearby, sweating rings onto the surface of the table, a testament to the lazy haze of the afternoon.
On the other side of the couch, your dealer lounges against the cushions, his movements fluid and practiced as he rolls a joint with deft, inked fingers. You look over at Eddie as he watches the TV, his head lolled back against the couch, his eyes heavy-lidded, relaxed. He looks good. You can’t help but spend a long moment staring at him: the angles of his face, his big brown eyes and puffy lips, his long, shaggy curls that frame his high cheekbones. He’s pretty, and he’d look downright innocent if it wasn’t for the long nick of white scar tissue kissing the edge of his lip and the scruff darkening his cheeks and jaw. Your gaze dips lower over his tight black jeans, lingering where they meet his rust-colored tank. The shirt is caught up around his hip, revealing a strip of pale skin and a tattoo that you can just see the bottom of. You want to run your tongue over it, then keep mapping all his ink until your mouth has touched each bit of darkness on him.
This thing with Eddie started when you broke up with Trevor and lost your go-to source for getting high. When you’d asked around, a friend of a friend recommended Eddie Munson, saying he was the best you could come by in the area: decent product, reasonable prices, and not a total creep. The first couple times were quick transactions, and then you started hanging around because the girl who hooked you up also told you Eddie would likely offer to smoke you out if you did. He let you hang around because he didn't much care either way, and he didn't find you hard to look at. That led quickly to casual sex whenever you saw each other, usually when you'd come by a couple times a month to restock your supply. And the sex is great– better than the weed, and Eddie's weed is always high quality. He just has this ability to make you feel special in the moment without having any expectations about whatever-you-and-he-were as soon as you pull your panties back on, leaving you free to date whoever you wanted when you left his trailer.
It’s ecstasy to have all of his attention focused on you in those moments because, though Eddie looks like a mean bastard, he gets off on your pleasure. He's not one to make you feel used or neglected; he's a thorough lover. And he has a knack for straddling the perfect line between sweet and sour. He'd praise you then humiliate you in the next breath, and it drove you wild. Kept you coming back even though he never expressed interest in taking you out or doing anything with you other than just getting high, watching TV, and fucking you 'til you screamed.
And then, at some point, you find yourself declining guys' offers for dinner or drinks. You just don’t feel like going out anymore, because trying to find Mr. Right was getting exhausting— at least, that's what you tell yourself. And Eddie starts calling you sometimes to let you know he had a new strain he thought you'd like, some of Rick's fancy shit. Soon enough, you go from seeing him twice a month to twice a week, sometimes more. And slowly but surely, you begin to notice a change in yourself. You start staring at all his tattoos and wondering what the stories are behind them. Feeling an odd flutter when you flop down next to him and he'd sling his arm around your shoulder without a thought. Laying tangled in his musty bedsheets, and when he leaves to go to the bathroom, secretly burying your nose against his pillow because the smell of him has suddenly become... comforting.
Things are changing for you, and you really hope they are for him, too. 'Cause if not, it seems your traitorous heart has determined you'll be in for a world of hurt.
"Y'want some of this?" Eddie's voice cuts through the haze, drawing your attention away from the television. You glance over to see him holding up the joint, a lazy smirk playing at the corners of his lips. The glow of the joint illuminates his features, soft against the curve of his cheek.
You nod, a small smile tugging at your own lips as you shift closer to him. He pats his thigh, a silent invitation, and you don’t hesitate to straddle his lap, the heat of his body seeping through your pajama shorts. His jeans are rough against your tender inner thighs as you shift, grazing the hardening bulge pressing against his zipper; your stomach tightens with the first whispers of arousal as you feel it brush against you.
"Gimme a show then, kitten," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, making that arousal bloom fuller as you grow excited. It’s a playful taunt, a challenge, but beneath the teasing facade, you can sense something more—a hint of possessiveness, maybe even of longing. That could just be your wishful thinking, but nonetheless, your heart races at the prospect as you meet his gaze, accepting his challenge.
With a coy smile, you slip off the couch, settling on your knees and running your nails up his thighs on your way to his lap. You take your time unbuckling his belt, keeping your movements slow and unhurried, though you secretly throb as you begin to unwrap him. It’s crazy how quickly he turns you on— how all he has to do is smirk and pin you with a look, or murmur a few words in that low, husky tone, and you’re already wetting your panties for him.
Eddie waits just long enough for you to shimmy his jeans and boxers down to his knees, and then he catches you by the jaw with a broad, rough palm. You look up at him as he guides you back up with his light grip on your face. His eyes flick down to your mouth as he leans forward, curls swinging to kiss his jaw. You brighten, eager to feel his mouth on yours, wondering what kind of kiss he’ll reward you with— something slow and sweet, or wet and filthy. But he leaves just a peck on your lips before drawing back, tightening his hold on your jaw to keep you firmly in place when you instinctively go to chase him.
You fall immediately into a pout, slumping back on your heels as he breathes a chuckle at you. Eddie bends to lightly pat your cheek a few times in consolation before settling back into the cushions, his posture relaxed yet commanding. He must know the gesture would rile you up, and it does— you feel your disappointment churn in your belly, turning to petulance. In retaliation, you clamber up to your feet, abandoning your position kneeling before his boots. With narrowed eyes, you drop your shorts and panties together without ceremony, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side, denying him the chance to enjoy watching you strip. You cross your arms when your bratting only makes him smirk even wider at you. He quirks an eyebrow as if to say, “Well?”
You resent how much you like his stupid face.
The couch creaks its protest as you climb up onto it, slinging a leg over his lap again, this time with nothing separating your skin from his, which is hot and slightly sticky with the humidity. His cock kicks subtly when your pussy grazes him, and you bite your lip, feeling an answering pulse of desire within yourself. When you mount him, reaching behind to grip him at the base and notch his fat head at your entrance, Eddie prepares for your performance: draping his arms casually over the backrest, fingers idly tapping against the worn fabric, his other arm hinging to bring the joint lazily to his lips.
He looks like such an asshole, waiting for you to service him. And you might've goaded him more because of it, but you forget about being bratty the second you sink down on his lap, taking him all the way into you.
A quiet moan sighs from between your cracked lips when you sit fully on his cock, your eyes slipping closed as you get lost in that initial stretch. He's not the only guy you've fucked— far from it— but there’s just something about the way he slots inside, nudging against the end of you, that always leaves you feeling more perfectly filled than anyone else. Eddie watches with a sly glint in his half-lidded eyes as you start to grind on him, letting yourself drift into the space he always brings you into. With him, you can be soft, sensual, and needy, but also desperate and pathetic. You can act out all your secret desires, know that Eddie will flay you open and force you to acknowledge them, and let the shame of it get you off all at once.
Eddie lets you be a freak, and better yet, he likes it.
Desperate to earn his approval, you run your hands up your body, dragging over your hips and up to your neck as you ride him. Your abdomen rolls as you grind with fluid, sensual movements, doing your best to put on the show he’d requested. You look at him through your lashes as your wandering fingers catch on the hem of your tank top, dragging it slowly up to reveal your soft belly. You hold it just below your breasts so Eddie can watch the way your curves bend and move while you work his cock.
In some respects, the dance is for you as much as it’s for him because the way Eddie watches you with rapt attention, his eyes devouring every inch of your body, really turns you on. You bite your lip, your clit swelling with anticipation as you tease him with a glimpse of the underside of your breasts. He hums approvingly, taking a leisurely hit from the joint. As the smoke curls around him in a tantalizing haze, you give in sooner than you’d been intending and ruck up your top to let your breasts fall out. You start to play with them, squeezing and kneading as you rock your hips harder, your own need mounting.
Gradually, your performance ceases being a performance. Your nipples begin to ache, begging to be touched, and a moan spills unbidden from your lips as you tweak and pinch them, sending pleasure zinging straight down within you. You close your eyes, a tiny frown forming as you try to concentrate on the low flame of your arousal, but it remains at a frustratingly low simmer. You rock faster, grind harder, pinch harsher, your movements a silent plea for the sweet relief only Eddie can give. You’ve built your own pleasure as much as you can on your own, and now, you need him. The coyness is wiped from your expression, replaced with a begging pinch in your brow, a needy, wet shine in your eyes as you blink unseeingly at him, all pretty and pathetic on his lap.
At the border between satisfaction and desperation— that’s where he wanted you.
A hand at your hip stills your movements, and as your eyes snap to focus on Eddie's face, you see he’s leaned forward, his nose scant inches from yours. His other elbow is planted on the couch arm, the joint poised tantalizingly nearby in his ringed fingers. Eddie squeezes your hip firmly, then again more gratuitously, and when you obediently fall still to sit motionless on his cock, he lets his palm slide up the curve of your waist in a drag that makes you gasp, you're so wired and ready for his touch. You watch, rapt, as he brings the joint toward his lips, salivating as a swipe of his tongue moistens them.
“Look at me.”
Your eyes snap up to his, captured completely by his unwavering gaze. As he inhales, those brown eyes glitter in the orange that flares bright at the joint’s end. And he keeps that point of contact between you as his broad palm travels up, up, up— over the supple heft of your breast, grazing the hard peak of your nipple, skimming the thrumming pulse in your neck, his thumb catching on the underside of your jaw as he cups your cheek. He closes those scant inches between you, and when the bulb of his nose nudges yours, your mouth falls open as your eyes slip closed.
He exhales, you inhale. When the warm rush of Eddie’s breath kisses your lips, you take it into you, your chest expanding as your lungs fill with smoke. The taste of him mingles with a heady rush of arousal, and you continue to take, even through the twinge of discomfort as your lungs stretch to accommodate it all. As Eddie gives you the last of his smoke, you close your mouth, keeping it all inside.
“Hold it,” he murmurs against your skin. His lips trail kisses along your jaw as you obey, fighting your diaphragm as it hitches, wanting to cough. You make a little noise in the back of your throat when he nips you, the brief sharp sting soothed soon after by the flat of his tongue. You hold as long as you can, and when you finally exhale, Eddie rewards you by taking hold of your hips, pulling you into a slow, sensual grind as he kisses you sloppy, wet lips wide and devouring. The friction and fervor crash over you in an intense wave of pleasure, one that has you whining, twisting your fingers in his hair, pressing your tits to his chest, ready to ignite—
The front door shakes with the pounding of a heavy fist.
#blueywrites#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson imagine
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i need a pool day blurb with jenni after that bikini picture pretty pls bsf 💘 tysm
this is for @sunnyaelia who is constantlyy feeding my jenni obsession
pool day II j.hermoso
finishing the final chapter of your book you near moaned with happiness, feeling as though you'd just scaled a mountain as immense gratification flooded your sun soaked bones.
with a content sigh you snapped it shut, patting the cover fondly and carefully tossing it onto the table a few feet away.
you'd been tackling said book for a far too long, and always having been an avid reader ever since childhood it had bugged you to no end that these days it took you months to finish a few chapters when you used to fly through a few books each week.
but life commitments seemed to stump that nowadays, though on vacation for the week it was the ideal opportunity to rectify that and only just two days in it made you feel immense relief that you'd conquered that.
you'd had your doubts of course, and they came in the form of the tall, tattooed clown you had the pleasure of calling your wife.
jenni was your favourite distraction but she was constantly just that, a distraction.
any sliver of free time you had away from family or work was consumed by her need for your every ounce of attention, and whatever you didn't give her she would simply take one way or another.
but your athlete superstar world cup winning striker was not as easily relaxed as you, and despite being on vacation together insisted on continuing her at times robotic rituals of exercise.
not that you could really complain given as much as you adored jenni as a person and a partner; her body, stamina and rippling physique was an immense benefit to all the perks that came with being mrs hermoso.
so your wife was off on her morning run, kissing you goodbye far too early for you to do much more than hum and roll onto your side as she chuckled and gently closed the bedroom door behind her with a click.
you'd arisen a couple hours later surprised that she still hadn't returned, but with the peace and quiet of her absence came the opportunity to finally finish your book and work on your tan, so here you were.
and it would seem right in the nick of time as you heard footsteps pad their way through the villa before her slides slapped against the concrete of the courtyard and suddenly your warmth dissapeared.
"you're blocking my sun hermoso." you warned with a small smile, eyes still closed but protected by a pair of sunglasses which were promptly snatched from your face.
"i am your sun, hermoso. just lighting up your days with my good looks and my muscles and my endearing personality." jenni quipped back with a grin as she settled her glasses on your nose and you cracked one eye up to stare up at her blankly.
you'd be lying if you said they didn't dip a little lower for a moment taking in her sweaty, toned and tanned half naked body before you which wasn't missed by your wife whose grin only grew at the sight.
"enjoying the view esposa? front row seats to la feria de armas." the gun show, the footballer smirked and flexed her arms obnoxiously with a few mock grunts as you rolled your eyes.
"can i get a refund?" you asked blankly, own smile curling upward as jenni's dropped and you closed your eyes again, kicking her gently and making a shooing motion with your hands.
"get out of my sun and take a shower, i can't tan in the shade amor." you chuckled and exhaled happily as she stepped aside and your face was once again bathed in the warm cancun sun.
"oh a shower? good idea, gracias bebé." her slightly chapped but still soft lips pressed sweetly against yours as she ducked down and slipped your stolen sunglasses back on your face before you smacked her ass with one hand as she passed, sending her a cheeky grin.
"niña traviesa." your wife clicked her tongue disapprovingly though you could see the corners of her mouth tug upward in amusement as she stripped off the singlet leaving her only in shorts and a sports bra, her well defined tattooed back disappearing into the villa.
you assumed that meant your peace and quiet resumed, how wrong you were.
"oh dios mio jennifer!" you groaned in annoyance as suddenly footsteps smacked against concrete and there was a brief pause of silence before a body met water with a loud splash and droplets rained down on you one after the other.
"sí precioso?" the girl popped up at the edge of the pool, tattooed arms crossed and her chin resting on them with a wicked grin as you glared down at her and wiped yourself off with a towel.
"idiota." you grumbled, tossing the now damp towel down on the ground and lying back down with a huff. "you suggested a shower no? i just wanted to share mi amor." again droplets rained down as her hand smacked at the water sending a small tidal wave across your legs.
knowing she was just egging on for a reaction you refused to give her one, only standing to turn your lounger around to face away from her before flopping back down on your stomach now which made her laugh, your wife pushing off the side of the pool and floating around humming something to herself as you settled yourself again.
but of course that too didn't last long.
"cari?" the striker called out, still floating on her back with her eyes closed, having changed into a brightly colored bikini which left very little to the eye or the imagination
you hummed in response, the noise muffled as you were still laying stomach down on the lounger a few feet away. "if you are in a competition with yourself, do you come first or last?" your wife asked as you only sighed, all too used to the strangely wonderful but weird way her brain worked.
"neither, no opponents means no winner or loser." you answered without moving a muscle, the older girl making a noise of surprise at your answer, quiet falling again as she took a moment to reflect on it.
"cari?" again you hummed in response, readying yourself for whatever was to come next.
"can you daydream at night?"
"no mi amor, thats just thinking." you chuckled slightly at that one, jenni making another pleasantly surprised noise as again a beat of peace passed.
"cari?" a hum again.
"if you clean a vacuum, do you become a vacuum cleaner?" you could hear the obvious grin in her tone at that as you snickered quietly.
"no you'd actually become useful." you quipped as your wife scoffed in offence and kicked water at you, the few icy droplets which hit your back making you wince slightly.
"cari?" another hum.
"if you drop soap on the floor, is the floor clean or is the soap dirty?"
"why?" you finally pulled your head up, sitting up at peering at her over the top of the lounger as she continued to float around the pool. "why not?" she rebutted, ducking under the water and doing a backflip beneath the surface as you rolled your eyes.
"show off." you shot at her, sunglasses slipping just down your nose as you watched jenni pull herself slowly out of the pool, sitting on the edge of with her legs still dangling in the water, wringing out her hair and stretching as she scraped it up into a bun atop her head.
your gaze found home on the way her soft tanned skin tensed and flexed with each movement, water drops cascading down her like she was stuck in a rain storm as she exhaled deeply and rolled her neck.
catching your eye she winked as you shook your head and laid back down as she stood and made her way over, disregarding the unoccupied lounger to your right and instead sitting on the edge of yours.
"so, is the floor clean or soap dirty mi todo?" you flinched ever so slightly as a cold finger traced down your spin, a smile forming on your lips which faced away from your wife who was writing out i love you on your back.
"both, the floor becomes clean where the soap hits it but the soap becomes dirty as it touches the floor." you answered simply as she hummed, seemingly satisfied with that answer. "smart and beautiful." the girl complimented, twisting around and trailing kisses down your shoulder blame as you sighed happily.
"i knew you married me for my mind." you teased. "no, for this." jenni grinned, one hand cupping a handful of flesh on your ass and squeezing before patting it affectionately as you reached out and pinched her thigh making her chuckle.
"again, idiota." you shook your head resisting the urge to smile, knocking her with your knee a little as you wriggled and flipped onto your back again, sighing as your glasses were once more snatched off your face.
"there is another chair there." you reminded as your wife scooched you across with her hands and laid down beside you, both of you near hanging off either side of the small lounger as her wet torso pressed against yours, though as the sun rose higher in the sky and the temperature soared upward the slight reprise now wasn't unwelcome.
"very observant mi vida, bien!" jenni grinned as your eyes opened and winced slightly from the sunlight hitting them, your wife quickly sliding your glasses back over them with a kiss pressed to your cheek.
"jenni i am going to fall off!" you laid in silence pressed against one another for a few minutes before she grew restless, sitting up and moving about nearly shoving you off.
but as you opened your eyes to tell her off further your words died in your throat, mouth running dry as the footballer tossing her soaking wet bikini top over her shoulder and smirked at the way your eyes clearly fixed to her now naked chest though disguised behind the glasses.
her breasts sat to attention, perfectly round and staring you right in the face as your wifes look of utter delight and amusement only grew.
"oh you wanted more space bebita? of course." you barely had time to process her words before her leg was swinging over your hips and she settled herself on top of you, shaking her head as her chest bounced and droplets rained down on you ironically only causing your mouth to dry up further.
but as you reached out eager to touch them her hands caught yours, interlocking her slender fingers with yours and pinning them down to the lounger as she leaned down, the feeling of her wet naked chest pressing against yours nearly having you moan.
"can't have you moving around too much ángel, you might fall off." her pearly white teeth bore down at you in a wolfish grin, sloped nose tucking into the crook of your neck as your eyes fluttered close at the special attention she gave the taunt skin there.
you felt her grin widen as your hips bucked ever so slightly up against hers as she suddenly bit down on the sensitive skin just beneath your jaw, sucking on the tanned flesh until it had turned dark red and sent your head spinning.
"mi niña bonita." jenni purred, kissing softly over the mark and trailing her lips across your jaw before finally pressing them against yours, a slight grind of her hips down into yours causing your breath to hitch with a gasp and her tongue to slip past your defenses, easily taking control of the kiss.
you barely had time to enjoy it before suddenly she was using her strength to easily pull you up and swap your positions, sliding beneath you as you now sat on top of her catching your breath momentarily.
unrestrained now you wasted no time gliding your hands across the firm ridges of her abs, bending down to press feather light kisses across her collarbone, tongue darting out to flick across the H tattoo on her sternum as she exhaled and tangled a hand in your hair, tugging your head up and into her neck.
"niña buena." the striker sighed as your hands finally found her chest and squeezing right as your lips sucked your own mark into her neck, normally not something your wife so easily allowed but too distracted by your hands kneading away at her chest to stop you.
but right as sudden as everything had started, in true hermoso fashion it was just as quick to stop, your hands grabbing onto her shoulders with a cry of surprise as suddenly she stood and hauled you up with her, legs wrapped around your waist.
"jenni no no no por favor amor i washed my hair last night!" you begged and tried to get down as you quickly realised what was happening.
but all you got in reply was a grin as you held your breath and your wife launched the two of you off the edge, icy water engulfing your body as her long tattooed legs hit the bottom and pushed off, the pair of you resurfacing as you coughed and spluttered slightly in shock.
"you looked hot cari, just wanted to cool you down." the brunette teased still holding tightly onto you as you smacked her forehead with a huff.
"estúpido idiota!" you hit her shoulder as she only laughed, pushing over to a more shallow spot where she could stand a little taller, hands squeezing at your ass in a silent attempt at an apology.
"pero tu estúpido idiota." jenni cooed with a smile that was softer, kissing your lips slowly and sweetly as your anger melted away, really unable to stay mad at the endearingly dopey grin on her face as she pushed a wet strand of hair out of your face with a lovesick glint in her eyes.
"well lo siento mucho but you are stuck with me forever and ever and ever now mrs hermoso."
#woso#woso community#jenni hermoso x reader#jenni hermoso#woso x reader#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso blurbs
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Welcome to my page😽
(things to know about me, masterlist, rules)
Me!: HELLO FELLOW TRIPLET LOVERS. You can call me Autumn so you don't have to address me as 'lovingmattysposts' because WOW is that a mouthful. Also it was meant to be read as loving-matty's-posts but when you put it together it looks like it says loving-matty's-spots??? Whatever i tried.
If it wasn't clear, I'm a Matt girl! (Chris still hits different sometimes though). I'll go back an forth like damn elena gilbert but will always end on matty🫶.
I've been writing short stories since I was in middle school and I'm a freshman in college. (Still somehow can't spell for shit though for some reason). So not to hype myself up, but I would consider what I write to be decently okay and MAYBE even go as far to say a 'good read' lmao.
I want to get close with everyone one here so DO NOT BE AFRAID TO MESSAGE ME ABOUT ANYTHING! I'm going to turn on my requests and anon so that you can send in whatever you want, send me questions, statements, story ideas, whatever you guys want to see from me.
I write smut so: I'm 19 years old so some of the stories will contain smut and if that bothers you do. not. read. it. That's it. Just keep scrolling. Or! If you like my work but don't want to read about that stuff, I will have warnings before series parts for smutty parts. Just skip 'em. I will also have fluffs and just angsts and some chill ones, not all of em have to be getting that ddddddd-woahhh who said that...
What i plan on doing: I plan to keep up the My Best Friend's Brother story for a while (my first project), and I also have another story that i'm waiting to post. I plan on doing blurbs, one-shots, headcannons, texts, snaps from the boys. Whatever y'all want. JUST TELL ME.
What I won't write🫵❌: weird ass shit bro, just don't be weird with requests. Like, i'm not writing incest. (this should go without saying). Nick with a fem partner in a sexual way. I do not do threesomes or shit like that and I'm not getting too freaky with the smut, just good ole fashion LOVING (sometimes a tad freaky) smut 😄.
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will you make a masterlist for all of your fics?
ITS FINALLY HERE !! Get ur vibrator & a bucket of popcorn for this wild ride 😁 It’s probably not everything but it’s most, srry :( some r drabbles, some r not
There will be more to come!
Bunny’s Masterlist ♡
Warning: contains 18+ themes
(read content warnings pls!!)
Scream (Ethan Landry, Chad Meeks Martin, Amber Freeman):
Perv! Sub! Neighbor Ethan with bimbo! Reader (smut)
Camp Counselor! Ethan Landry bending you over a picnic table and fucking you raw (smut)
Sub! Ethan and bimbo! Reader going down on each other <3 (smut)
Fucking stepbrother! Ethan Landry on a camping trip (smut)
Subby himbo Ethan (smut)
Ultraviolence- Stepbrother! Ethan Landry feat. Chad Meeks Martin (not completed yet) (mostly smut w/plot)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Sub! Chad meeks Martin only wanting to please you (smut)
Mutual masturbation with stepbrother! Ethan (smut)
Somnophilia with stepbrother! Ethan (smut)
Getting caught being with Stepbrother! Ethan Landry (angst)
Lactation kink with Ethan (smut)
Ethan marking you with his cum (smut)
Getting punished by Ethan and Chad (smut)
Service top Chad with sub! Ethan and reader (smut)
Ethan tied up and overstimulated (smut)
Knifeplay with sub! Ethan (smut)
Pegging Ethan (smut)
Chad and bimbo! Reader teaching sub! Ethan how to give head (smut)
Bimbo! Reader using a fleshlight on sub! Ethan (smut)
Sub! Ethan Headcannons (smut)
Dom! Reader with sub! Ethan and brat! Chad (smut)
Helping sub! Ethan relieve stress (smut)
Overstimulating sub! Ethan while riding him (smut)
Blowing Ethan in his knight costume (smut)
Perv! Ethan x bimbo! Reader (smut)
Somnophilia with Stalker! Ethan (smut)
Soft dom! Ethan and soft sex (smut)
Ethan with bimbo! Reader Headcannons (smut)
Chad and Ethan taking turns with sub! Reader (smut)
Sub! Ethan getting rimmed & pegged (smut)
Knifeplay with Amber Freeman (smut)
“stepbrother I’m stuck” trope with Ethan (smut)
Ethan wearing your underwear <3 (smut)
Dark! Ethan Landry Headcannons (smut)
Vampire! Ethan Landry x Werewolf! Chad Meeks Martin x reader (smut)
Outer Banks (Rafe Cameron, Pope Heyward, Barry)
Obx Porn Links
Dark! Rafe Cameron Headcannons (sfw & nsfw)
Best friend! Rafe taking your virginity (smut)
Sub! Rafe (smut)
Rafe with a crazy reader (mentions of sex)
Rafe brainrot (smut)
Stepbrother! Rafe comforting reader (hinted smut, fluff)
Barry with bimbo! Reader Headcannons (smut involved)
Gunplay with dom! Barry (smut)
Spiderman! Pope hcs (sfw & nsfw)
Barry kidnapping cameron! Reader (smut)
Dark! Rafe Headcanons (smut + sfw)
Florida Kilos— Rafe Cameron x fem! Best friend! Reader (smut w/ plot)
Part 1
Predator/pray kink with rafe (smut)
stepbro! Rafe fluff :)
Fear Street (Tommy Slater and Nick Goode)
older! Nick Goode + fucking you in his office (smut)
Kissing Tommy for the first time (no smut)
Sweet Serial Killer - Younger! Gf! Nick Goode x reader
Part 1
The Hunger Games (Finnick Odair, Coriolanus Snow, Sejanus Plinth, Reaper Ash)
fucking switch! Finnick in the arena while everyone watches (smut)
Coriolanus with a breeding kink and an escort! reader (smut)
Virgin! Coryo fucking Sejanus’ girl (smut) pt 2.
angsty reaper ash blurb (smut)
Sejanus + size kink blurb (smut)
coryo + jealous reader blurb (smut)
Cowboy! Coriolanus au (smut)
Angst + dark coryo & plinth! Reader (smut)
munch coryo x maid! Reader (smut)
virgin! Coryo blurb (smut)
Sub! Coryo fucking his way up to the top (literally) (smut) pt 2
The Last of Us (Joel Miller)
Somnophilia with dark! dbf! Joel + grinding (smut)
Avatar (Jake Sully)
size kink with Jake (smut)
House of the Dragon (Aegon Targaryen)
sub! Aegon with Aemond’s wife (smut)
Halloween Series (Corey Cunningham)
blurb of giving Corey head <3 (smut)
The Lost Boys (Star)
a cozy night with star <3 (smut)
Spider-Man (Miguel O’Hara)
Miguel taming you (smut)
American Psycho (Patrick Bateman)
Patrick x trad goth! Bimbo! Reader (smut with some complicated feelings)
Saw (Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young)
night terrors and handjobs (smut with angst)
mark coming home to his lover (smut)
Cockwarming with Mark + a threeway with Strahm (smut)
a little psycho! Fem! Reader x Adam blurb (smut)
dom! Adam (smut)
yandere! Mark blurb (smut)
eating out dom! Amanda (smut)
Hayden Christensen (Anakin Skywalker)
spanking with modern! Punk! Anakin (smut)
Insatiable (aka, dbf! Neighbor! Anakin and his many affairs with you) — masterlist (smut with plot)
Dbf Anakin! + flashing + milkshakes = fucking (smut)
Anakin x overwhelmed reader blurb (smut)
Anakin + reader with bad memory (fluff)
Dbf! Anakin + religious reader (smut)
Queen of the Damned (Lestat De Lioncourt)
bath scene with sub! Lestat & reader (smut)
Fnaf (Mike Schmidt)
Mike nsfw headcanons (smut)
small lil Mike x succubus blurb (smut)
#bunny’s masterlist ੈ✩‧₊˚#masterlist#outer banks#obx#scream#scream 6#scream iv#ethan landry#Chad meeks Martin#rafe Cameron#barry (outer banks)#p. links
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I ❤️ MY BF; M. STURNIOLO
MATT STURNIOLO X F!READER
warnings: none!
a/n: Requested! I was thinking of that one vid of matt + chris picking nick up when he was at the airport so that’s kinda where i was going w/ this at the end - this was my last request/inbox for matt (+ chris) guys i need moreeee 🙏🏻
wc: 1,060 - more so a blurb tbh
SYNOPSIS: After a short period of Matt being away, you made sure to show how much you love him.. on a shirt!
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The last few days have been different without Matt.
You’ve spent your time hanging out with his brothers, Nick and Chris, ordering food, watching movies and recording little segments for their vlog they needed to post on Wednesday.
You and Matt have texted back and forth while he was away for a modeling appointment, saying your good morning’s and goodnight’s to each other. You knew he was going to be busy while he was gone, so you tried not to bother him too much, though he always assures you that he loves seeing your messages whenever he gets to his phone.
Once Tuesday rolled around, you couldn’t be more excited for 4 pm to come. Waking up in Matt’s bed, you checked the time before deciding to get up and get ready. While you were in the shower, you could hear faint mumbles and footsteps from Nick and Chris, potentially getting themselves breakfast.
To say you were in a good mood was an understatement. Checking your phone once you stepped foot outside of the shower, you notice a text from your boyfriend.
‘Morning sweetheart! At the airport rn, should be boarding soon. Can’t wait to see you baby’
You couldn’t help the smile that took over your lips, immediately pressing on his contact to reply.
“Wow, you’re in a good mood.” Nick states, looking up from his phone as he sat at the kitchen table. Snacking on whatever he found in the fridge, he chuckles at your attitude.
“Just excited to see him.” You try and play it off, yet the smile on your face doesn’t do much to convince your best friend. He hums sarcastically at your reply, leaning back in his seat.
By the time 3:30 came around, you figured it’d be best to leave around then, so you’d be there on time. The airport was a little ways away and you knew Matt wasn’t going to be able to leave the airport at exactly 4 o’ clock.
Chris sat on the couch as he waited, scrolling through his phone, bothering his brother whenever he felt necessary. A slap echoes through the house as an exaggerated whine of pain follows. With a laugh, you get up from your seat and begin walking to Matt’s room.
“We’ll leave as soon as I change, okay?” You say, hoping they heard you over their insistent arguing. A quick, “okay” was heard from behind you, your mind registering it as Nick’s voice.
Stepping foot inside his room, you grab a shirt from inside your side of the closet, not being able to stop the quiet laugh that left your mouth at the design. Throwing it over your head, you grab your keys off of Matt’s desk and make your way back out into the living room. “Alright, guys, c’mon.” You get their attention, sliding your shoes on.
A burst of laughter reverberates through the air, an immediate smile forming on your face from the sound. “What the fuck are you wearing?” Chris points to your shirt, the wide smile on his face still emitting chuckles.
“Oh my god.” Nick stops in his tracks as his eyes take in your shirt, making you laugh in response. Fixing your shoe, you place your foot back on the ground as you look over at the brothers.
“What do you mean? It’s amazing.” You grin, grabbing the bottom of the fabric and stretching it. You look down at it, the bold ‘I ❤️ my boyfriend’ text standing out with a cute picture of Matt inside the heart. Nick fights a smile as he walks around you, towards your car. Chris chuckles again, pushing his hand out to dap you up, a habit he’s done so much recently, making you grow accustomed to his antics.
Turning around, you head over to your car and get in the driver’s seat. With Chris in the passenger and Nick in the back, the conversation flows easily.
“Look at what Y/N’s wearing.” You hear Nick say behind you as you stop at a red light. Taking a quick glance behind you, you notice his phone swerve over to you, showcasing your shirt to the vlog. Laughing at his actions, you adjust your body to show him your clothes.
“Nothin’ wrong with showin’ the love.” Chris says vivaciously, looking between you and the camera. Humming in agreement with Chris, the light turns green as you press on the gas.
Once Nick turns the camera off, Chris grabs the aux and motions it to you. “Put somethin’ on.” He wiggles the cord, oblivious to you turning the wheel. With a quick deny, only a few minutes away from the airport, Chris whines and doesn’t budge. “Come on!”
“Chris, don’t hand me the aux or else we’ll all miss him.” You reply, laughing as you move his hand away from you. With a groan in response, Chris decides to annoy Nick next.
Finally, you arrive at the airport, pulling into a parking spot. Checking the time, 3:57 stared back at you as you shut your car off. “What’s the plan, Nick?” You look back at him.
“Why don’t we meet him when he walks out.” He says, sitting at the edge of his seat, looking over at you. With a nod, you all get out of your car and make your way toward the doors.
A few minutes later, footsteps catch all of your attention. Nick brings out his phone as he records, getting more footage for the vlog they needed for tomorrow.
“Matt!” Chris yells, jumping and thrashing his arms around to get his brother’s attention. You can’t help but laugh at the man’s antics, your attention drifting back over to your boyfriend.
With his suitcase in one hand, his phone in the other, Matt makes his way over to you three. A wide smile takes over his lips as a laugh escapes his mouth at his younger brother. Waving over at him, Matt’s eyes rake over you, feeling a weight drift off his shoulders.
“Hi, baby,” he smiles and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you into him. You both laugh once Chris joins in, throwing his arms around both of you. “Chris,” he chuckles and pulls away from you, giving his brother a hug. Looking back over at you once he pulls away, he pauses.
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
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Headache #2
summary: whipped bf bradley. thats all.
pairing: bradley bradshaw x reader
warnings: 18+ blog in general.
a/n: domestic blurb, fluff, and slight suggestive themes.
word count: 1.9k
Bradley jolts at the first shrilling ring of his alarm.
Before his brain could even start to function, he instinctively cradles your head closer against his naked chest, making sure to cup a hand over your ear, attempting to muffle the sound.
You begin to stir, feeling Bradley stretch over you to shut off the blaring alarm.
Hearing you suck in a long breath, he retracts his body from yours—giving you room to stretch your stiff muscles.
But before he could fully give you space, Bradley feels you reach for his hand—with a demanding noise emanating from your throat.
He smiles at your cranky state, and wordlessly grabs the small of your back and hip, helping you twist your middle until a loud crack of your back is heard from under the sheets.
Bradley snorts, hearing a shameless moan leave your lips, satisfied by the relief he brought you.
“Mm, that feel good honey?
In reaction, your mouth starts to salivate at the sound of his morning voice, which always fell an octave lower than his usual tone. You swallow back the drool that begins to pool.
Suddenly feeling more awake, you turn to fully face him–eagerly wiping at your eyes to see his face.
Bradley has a lovesick look in his eyes as he closely watches your eyes flutter open to look up at him.
You two take a moment to bask in the silence—smiling as you assess eachother’s bedheads, still recovering from just waking up so early.
You notice that Bradley's soft curls are currently resting on his forehead, which makes him look even more boyishly handsome this morning.
Feeling shy under his gaze, you throw yourself into his arms and Bradley gladly catches you–though you cause his back to crash against the headboard with a thud.
Knowing how bad your guilty conscience can get, Bradley press a gentle kiss to the side of your head to let you know he was unharmed, before you could start feeling guilty for hurting him. He places another lingering kiss on your hair line, just for good measure.
Recently, you had been waking up hours earlier than you normally would, simply because Bradley mentioned once that he would love to have you implanted in his 6am morning routine.
“You ready?” he asks, feeling you move to tuck your face into the crook of his neck.
He smiles softly as you readily wrap your legs around his waist, causing your tank top to ride up your back as you adjust yourself in his lap.
Bradley takes that as a yes, deciding to swiftly move you both off the bed, holding you up with one arm as the other reaches down to pull the sheets back—a failed attempt at making your bed look neater.
He feels so warm against your exposed skin, that you feel yourself being lulled back into a state of drowsiness again.
Bradley begins to take soft steps towards the bathroom until the lovesick feeling from earlier returns—smacking him right in his chest when he feels you breathe softly against his neck. His mind briefly wanders off to his parents—Nick and Carole Bradshaw, hoping that they see how happy he is to wake up in the morning now.
Bradley now stands still, looking between the bathroom light switch and a vanilla candle—ultimately deciding on lighting the candle so you’re not hit with the harsh white light above you.
He softly pats your butt, alerting you that you’re now in the bathroom, but you don’t answer him.
Bradley curiously dips you—allowing the back of your thighs to hit the cold surface of the bathroom vanity. You squirm in his arms, awoken by the goosebumps that scatter across your skin. In a rush of panic, you climb higher up his torso to avoid being placed onto the countertop again.
“Baby, I can’t brush my teeth with you clung to my chest,” he gently rubs your back, hand reaching under your cotton tank top.
He frowns hearing you let out a disappointed sigh. Bradley watches in guilt as you untangle from him—legs loosely falling from his waist, allowing your feet drop to the cold floor.
You hide your pout from view, leaning your forehead softly against his stomach—so he could only see the top of your head.
Bradley casts his gaze down on you as he brings his hands down to pinch your hips—while his mind quickly searches for a solution.
“You wanna get on my back instead, sweet girl?” Bradley is laying it on thick with the pet names this morning, making your stomach swirl with butterflies.
You’re too swayed by how sweet Bradley’s being with you to pretend to hold out on his offer.
Not wasting a second, you scatter to stand behind him–stretching your arms to reach his neck as he lowers himself so you can latch onto his back.
“There you go,” he reaches his arm under one of your thighs, securing you in place.
You decide to distract him in various ways as he begins to brush his teeth, because why not?
Bradley’s face is completely flushed as you go from biting his ear to whispering all the dirty things you want to do to him with the most innocent smile on your face, all while making eye contact with him through the mirror as he urgently brushes his teeth.
After a full minute and a half of brushing is up—a rule enforced by you, Bradley rushes to rinse his mouth, leaning down to reach the sink—and you don’t lessen his arousal because you begin to place deliberate kisses behind his ear and across his jawline.
He quickly swipes the water leaking from his chin with the back of his hand, almost tripping over his own feet as he turns around so you could hop off his back to sit onto the bathroom countertop.
“Hi. Ready for skincare?” you casually ask, as if you weren’t dedicating the last few minutes towards riling him up.
He blinks, facing you with the most emotionless face you've ever seen him pull. You blink back, mirroring his blank expression.
You break first, sputtering a laugh—weakly grabbing for him to move closer as tears of laughter prick your eyes. Bradley moves to stand between your thighs, tongue poking his cheek, trying not to break from your infectious laughter.
“You’re so not funny,” he scoffs.
“Aww c’mon Stinkybutt,” you poke at his ribs with a moisturizer bottle in hand, wiping away your tears with your other hand.
“Can you ever be nice to me? Does that even count as a nice pet name?” He whines, scrunching his face.
“Would you rather me call you Hangman?” You raise a brow at him, squeezing out a dime sized drop of moisturizer onto his forehead.
“I’ll take Stinkybutt,” he sighs, closing his eyes as you rub the product into his skin.
“That’s what I thought,” you nod.
“Now stay still Stinkybutt, you need sunscreen next.”
“Yes, Ma'am.”
“Stinky…butt?” Bob stutters.
“What?” Bradley asks bewildered, unsure if he heard the fellow pilot correctly.
“That’s what your tag says, Stinkybutt.” Phoenix speaks up for Bob, with an amused grin sitting on her face.
Bradley quickly opens his locker to access the mirror inside.
And there it was. A pink sticky note labeled “Stinkybutt<3” which you sneakily slapped onto his chest—while you were giving him a goodbye kiss, sitting proudly on his flight suit.
Bradley swipes his hand over his face, reaching for his phone next.
“Really?” he texts you—eye twitching as your text bubble appears immediately after.
Headache #2:
Hey. I gave you options, Hangman or Stinkybutt. 🤷♀️
BradBrad:
text u later, headache #1 just got here.
Headache #2:
..who?
note: yes, jake is headache #1 in bradley's phone.
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my kinda love
“push me and choke me ‘til i pass out.”
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a/n: first fic on this accounttttt!! not rlly a fic more like a blurb. not my best its 1:30 am
warnings: smut w/o plot, choking, praise kink, unprotected sex (bad idea!!) but he pulls out, dom!chris x sub!reader, swearing, teasing, use of ma
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you were in for a ride.
there you were, getting fucked in missionary on chris’ bed.
it was just like any other time, he was rough. thrusting in and out like there’s no tomorrow, spitting on your pussy, making you suck his fingers.
but-
“chris!” you gasped out, feeling his hand wrap around your throat.
it was unfamiliar… but so damn good. god, it felt like all your senses were heightened.
“mmf, good girl. such a good fuckin girl. takin it so well.” he groaned softly, not wanting matt and nick to hear, as he continued to thrust roughly.
you tried speaking, but you were too focused on the new sensation. the new sensation of his hand on your neck. the hand you loved oh so much.
chris noticed this, however. “aw, poor baby can’t talk. ‘sokay ma, i know it feels good.” he teased, making you clench around him.
“oh y’ liked that.” he grinned, but stopped teasing you as he saw your pissed off face.
“CHRIS- chris i’m gonna- oh chris!” you moaned as you felt your climax nearing. “me too, ma,” he groaned, pulling out and spilling all over your tummy. you quickly followed suit, your body jerking and squirming as you finally came.
chris’ hand immediately let go of your neck as he plopped down beside you.
after you two caught your breath, you turned to him, smiling slightly, “you should choke me again. maybe even ‘til i pass out.”
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#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo smut#sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x you#chris sturniolo fanfic#smut#christopher sturniolo smut#sturniolo triplets
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chris x fem!reader and reader had a vv long day nd she js wants to cuddle w her boyfriend?
if you don’t wanna write it totally okay 😜
- MY GIRL -
- Chris Sturniolo x Fem reader (she/her pronouns used)
- Warnings: barely any kissing, cuddling, use of y/n, fluff, I think that’s it??; NOT PROOFREAD
- About: request above 😈 I love this 😩
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(Y/N’s POV):
It was 10:00 and I was just getting out of a meeting. My manager kept throwing things on me left and right and I was starting to get extremely overwhelmed.
I hopped in the drivers seat of my car and began to drive home. I had such a long day, I didn’t even turn any music on.
I got home, walked inside my house, and immediately got in the shower before I hear my phone ding.
“Hey :) I saw you had a long day on your Snapchat story. Wanna come over? Or I can come to yours?” 10:31 p.m.
It was a text from Chris.
“Yeah, I’ll be over in about 30 minutes. Gotta shower” 10:32 p.m. I respond.
After showering and doing my skin care, I throw on a big t-shirt and some pajama shorts along with some shoes before grabbing my phone, wallet, and keys, and stepping out of the house.
The drive over to Chris’ wasn’t bad. My head was pounding and I just wanted to be with my boy.
After pulling in the driveway, I was met with Matt and Nick in the front yard.
“What are y’all doing?” I laughed. They were filming a TikTok, but seeing it from an outside perspective was embarrassingly funny.
“Y/N!!” Nick yelled as he ran towards me.
“Chill Nick it’s 11:00 at night. We have neighbors.” Matt said calmly before grabbing Nick’s shoulder.
“Where’s Chris?” I asked, dapping both the boys up.
“He’s in his room. Told us not to go in there.” Nick responded.
“Ah- okay. Well, I’m gonna go see what he’s up to.” I giggled before walking into their house.
“Hi sweet girl.” A loving voice came from behind me as I entered the kitchen.
I turn around to see it was Chris, and he instantly pulls me into a hug.
“Been a long day, huh?” He asked, rubbing little circles into my back.
I nodded into his shoulder before he pulled away and turned me around, setting a hand on the small of my back, leading me down to his room.
I open the bedroom door to see my favorite movie queued on the TV and my favorite snacks on the bed.
“Chris-” I said before a tear slipped out.
“I know you’ve had a rough day, and I was hoping to try and make you feel better.” He giggles at me crying over the simple gesture.
He pulled me into another hug and gave me a soft, sweet peck to the lips before he lead me to the bed and turned out the lights.
I curled up into his side while he wrapped one arm around me, pulling me closer to him.
He leaned down and gently placed a kiss to the top of my head as we watched my favorite movie and ate snacks.
Every single bit of stress I felt on me had been swept away because I was with Chris. My favorite person. I slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms.
The movie ended and just as he leaned over to grab the remote to turn the TV off, Matt walked in.
“Hey do you know where the-” Matt began before Chris interrupted.
My eyes fluttered open at the sound of Matt’s voice.
“Shhh Matt. My girl is sleeping. Go ask Nick.” He whispered across the room.
I was barely awake, but hearing him call me “his girl” made my heart skip 3 beats.
“My bad.” Matt whispered back before softly closing the door behind him.
I shifted a little bit in my sleep before Chris placed a kiss on my forehead.
“Sorry sweet girl.” He patted my back.
“I love when you call me your girl.” I mumbled into his chest.
“Oh yeah?” He giggled, pulling me impossibly closer to him.
“I love you Chris.” I smiled into him.
“I love you more, y/n. Good night.” He whispered as my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep.
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A/N: This was more of a blurb almost but I low key really like it. I’m all here for short-ish, sweet fics. Also, I will literally do any request ever as long as it has nothing weird in it like smut or implied smut. Love always 💙💙.
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