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firstborn-if · 1 year
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gwendolyn "gwen" arisothole, turned
she/her | trans woman | asexual | lesbian
a deadly witch. she got turned into a vampire after a near death experience. she is black and russian, has (dyed) red hair, sharp cheekbones and various piercings on her eyebrows, nose, mouth and tongue. she wears typical gothic garb, or at the very least, black clothing. she always has various weapons on her person. she is very skilled at magic and uses magical text to communicate with people who do not know vampiric sign language (reluctantly and not something she enjoys). she allies with the vampires over the humans.
matthieu "matt" bidhe, born
he/him | cis man | allosexual | bisexual
a kind, friendly boy although not the brightest and easily distracted. born to high ranking vampire royalty but his parents had been assinated a few years prior. he is half indian and half korean, but grew up mainly in france. he has blue tips on his black hair, chubby cheeks and a larger build. he is typically seen in letterman jackets, tank tops and track suits. he has a piercing on his right ear. his speed is his best skill. he allies with the vampires over the humans.
timothee cirscyd, half-bred
he/him | cis man | graysexual | questioning
an intelligent, calculating boy. he is a half- bred vampire, the rarest and weakest kind. his mother left his dad when she found out he was a vampire and left him. he is matthieu's bodyguard turned best friend. he his shoulder legnth brown hair, often in a bun. he has a chiseled jawline. he is usually wearing sweaters and preppy shirts. he is fairly skinny and despite his fighting capability his intelligence is his best skill. he is conflicted about his allegiance.
luci difynroed, born
she/he/they | genderfluid person | allosexual | pansexual
a very, very flirty person. was born to very rich vampires who had to fight to stay alive back in the war. she is greek and disowned from her parents, and only sees them at grand events. he has blonde hair, down to his waist, freckles and wears lots of make up. she is usually seen in skimper clothing (crop tops, miniskirt and short shorts). charm and seduction are her best skills. they align with the humans over the vampires.
(brutus/britney/briar) erhyobik, born
? | ? | allosexual | omnisexual (closted if m/f)
a spoiled brat. actual hellspawn, the principal's child, and the principal is a very, very rich man. they have pale skin, brown hair and blonde bangs. they wear designer clothes and nothing else, and their colour palette is usually pink. they have no special skills. they align with the vampires over the humans.
sam frodle, turned
? | ? | asexual | aromantic
a nice person. a bit of a pushover. hates their maker and has no (loving) family left. they have thick black curls and is italian american. they have empathy as a special skill, and they align with the humans over the vampires. they usually wear shirts with funny messages on them, and a flower crown that they replace daily.
[more of a queer platonic relationship]
mouse, ?????
they/them | agender person | allosexual | no-one knows
angry, weirdly skilled, definitely hiding something, wears the (non-required) uniform daily. doesn't ally with either side.
professor sky heitnulc, turned
he/she | ? | ? | ?
technically just a shy assistant professor, but covering for his boss while they're indisposed. they can't be much older than you, so the specifics of how they got this job are a mystery. she's a decent teacher, but her wacky outfits leave a lot to be desired. he prefers not to talk about allegiances.
alex lúa, human
? | ? | ? | ?
your childhood best friend. your ex. dead.
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balimode · 1 year
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This would not have looked out of the ordinary at the 2018 MET, which instantly makes them winners in my book.
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auyouni · 2 years
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tell all of your friends // rogabba
“He’s off, telling his friends that I’m the crazy one!” Gabbie practically shouts as she tosses a hoodie over her shoulder. By the sound that Rosanna makes, she can only assume that the article of clothing landed on her, but in the heat of her anger she doesn’t care. “Can you fucking believe that?? He’s the one that keeps gaslighting me! As if I was overreacting. Motherless behavior, it really shows.”
Ro gives a surprised titter, hand shooting up to cover her mouth. “Gabby, that’s…”
“Fine, yeah, I know. But still, he’s so full of shit and I’m tired of being treated like I’m the only one that has problems!” She runs a hand through her hair, scraping at her scalp. “Do you know, he told me that I act like I don’t wanna be loved? Maybe I just don’t want to be loved by someone who acts like I’m hysterical anytime I have a strong emotion!” Her hands get thrown down in frustration, so angry that she’s almost nauseous. 
“Well. He’s scum, and honestly? Fuck him.” The curse feels so out of place in the typically sweet girl that it actually soothes Gabbie. And honestly? It was kind of hot.
“God, thank you! I’m so glad you get it, you never really said anything to me before about him and I thought I was the only one.” She takes a shuddering breath, letting some of the tension out of her shoulders before resuming her search through her closet. It only takes a few more moments before she finally emerges victorious. “Hah! Here it is!” She yanks out the cardboard box, almost smiling as she turns back to Ro. The other girl is looking quizzically at the hoodie that was thrown at her before - another memento from that asshole.
“So, what are we doing with these, exactly?” Ro asks, chocolate-sweet brown eyes turning to Gabbie. Gabbie does grin now, ready for some damn good catharsis.
“We’re burning them.”
Gabbie had always taken Ro for lawful good, so her agreement comes as a complete shock. And then they’re outside, a box full of Matt’s shit on the sidewalk in front of them (Rosanna, being the reasonable one, had reminded her it wouldn’t be great to burn it on the lawn). Gabbie can already feel the ebb of her anger, but not because she’s any less pissed off at Matt. It’s just… hard to keep a grip on it with Rosanna here. Even though the typically sweet girl has a determined line to her mouth and a fire in her eyes to match the flames in Gabbie’s heart, she’s just a soothing presence overall. It adds up that the only bad she’d ever heard spoken of Ro is from Matt. Fucker.
She clutches the matchbox to her chest and takes a deep breath, staring down at the box. “For making me feel like shit when I told him I wasn’t looking for a relationship, for acting like I wronged him when I had fun at a party, for pursuing me until I finally gave in, for every single time he treated me like I was broken and needed him to be whole…” Her voice gets a little choked up at the latter, both from frustration and a tinge of sorrow. Ro’s hand presses lightly against her lower back, a silent support, and it gives her the spark she needs. She lights a match. “For being a fucking man child who refuses to understand women, and for wasting my damn time. Fuck you, Matthew Brown. If I never have to put up with your bullshit again, it’ll be too soon.” She drops it.
It’s lucky, actually, that the fire catches with no issue. It feels like fate. As the flames lick at every memory, Gabbie does feel free. She feels like herself for the first time in eons, and she gives a small laugh in relief.
“Fuck you, Matt!” she shouts, then gives another laugh, like every pent up frustration is being let go of. For once.
“FUCK YOU, MATT!” Rosanna yells with even more force, and Gabbie looks down at her with a huge grin. Ro looks up to her and matches it, laughing a little, too, and then Gabbie is leaning down to kiss her.
Oh god.
She pulls away almost immediately, cheeks burning hotter than the fire on the ground. Where the hell did that come from? Sure, she always thought Rosanna was cool, but… like a friend. Like a really pretty friend that she always wants to be close to and who she can’t seem to breathe around when she gets too close…
Ro looks a little stunned, for her part. There’s a delicate blush to her cheeks, and Gabbie feels a little like she’s losing her mind, chest shaky with emotion. “I-I’m sorry, I guess I, I got caught up in the moment,” Gabbie says, anxiety bleeding into her voice. She gives a nervous chuckle, like that’ll fix things.
“Yeah! Yeah, I get that, it’s no problem!” Ro says, though her voice sounds higher than usual. She pastes on a smile as she looks up at her. “I, um, I am dating Mark, though.” Gabbie’s eyes are a little wider as she nods quickly, embarrassed. She feels like a teenager again, going up to a crush and being absolutely destroyed. How long has she had a crush on her?
“Oh, that’s cool! I didn’t…” Gabbie clears her throat, and she has to look away. What would she have even done if Rosanna kissed her back? Why did she have to ruin everything? Again. As always. She crosses her arms over her chest, almost hugging herself as she watches the fire slow. “I think I need a glass of wine. Strike that, actually. A bottle.”
Even though Gabbie can’t see it, Ro nods slowly, still watching the taller girl. “That sounds fantastic right now.”
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greatooglymooglyyy · 2 months
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Trust Me (M. Sturniolo)
chris version?, masterlist
contains: angst, verbal arguing, trust issues, accusations of cheating, make up sex, smut (soft!dom matt), a bit of fluff
a/n: yikes. i don't even know what to say. bone apple teeth.
“Are we really going to argue about this?”
I pause the motions of washing my face to glare at him through my phone. “Yes, Matt. We’re really going to argue about you hanging out with an ex-fling.”
He sighs and readjusts his hold on his phone. “We’re going in circles. I told you I’m not ‘hanging out’ with her. It’s a business collab.”
“Blah, blah, blah.” I mock childishly and Matt cocks his head. I know he’s confused at my sudden surge of pettiness and honestly so am I. I mean, we’ve barely argued at all in the last six months we’ve been together. But, something about this situation is stirring up old insecurities in me and I can’t help lashing out.
“If it’s really just work, why are you just now telling me about it?” I ask as I pick up the phone and walk back to my bedroom, plopping down on the bed.
“My bad, I didn’t know I was on a leash. I didn’t have to tell you about it at all. I called you out of respect when I found out she was coming.” He answers roughly. I’m about to respond when I hear his brothers calling his name.
“I’ll come over when we’re done and we can talk about it face-to-face, okay?” Matt says, softening his tone.
I don’t even reply. I just scoff and end the call, throwing my phone off the bed. I see the screen light up with a message from him but I don’t pick it up. Instead, I head into my living room to spend the day watching the only man who’s never let me down: Stiles Stilinski.
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I must have fallen asleep somewhere around season three because I wake up to Void Stiles and someone banging on my door. Walking over and staring through the peephole, I’m unsurprised to see Matt standing there looking pissed.
I open the door slightly, peeking my head through the hole. “Wrong house.” But he just rolls his eyes, seemingly unimpressed.
“So we hang up in each other’s faces now, right?” He says as he pushes the door open wider and steps inside my apartment.
Sighing, I close the door and lock it, turning to lean against it with my arms crossed. “Oh, you remembered I exist? Only,” I mime checking the time. “three hours later. How was she? Was it good?”
Matt tilts his head and stares at me for a second, his eyes hardening, before he chuckles darkly and shakes his head. “You have me so fucked up today. Accuse me of cheating one more time.”
“If you want to be single, do that. In love or not, you’re just a man. You’re not the only dick-”
Matt cuts in, his face deadly serious again. “Y/N, who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? Stop playing with me.”
His expression tells me I’m going too far, but the anger burning inside of my chest won’t let me back down.
I walk closer to him, stepping into his space “I’ve been there, done that with all the bullshit, Matt.”
“And I’m not them.” He snaps, ducking his face inches from mine. “I’m not stupid and I haven’t done anything to make you not trust me.”
Despite my best efforts, my eyes start to water and I look away. He’s right. I can’t punish him for someone else’s mistakes. I walk away and let myself fall backward onto my couch. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my arm flung across my eyes.
Matt comes over, pulling off the back pillows so he can crawl on top of me. He moves my arm from my face and adjusts me so I’m looking at him. “I’m not going to cheat on you.”
“I know,” I admit, blinking back my tears at how stupid I feel.
Matt wipes the corners of my eyes and turns my face with his fingertips so he can kiss my jawline. “You’re the only one I want.”
“Even though I have trust issues?” I ask breathlessly as he moves his lips down my neck, the proof of his want hardening against my thigh.
He shrugs, sliding his hands under my shirt and gripping my sides. “I’ll fix them.”
I nudge him so he’ll look at me and wrap my arms around his neck to pull him to me. Tangling my hands in his hair, I press tiny chaste kisses to his lips. He lets me have my way for a few minutes but gets frustrated and takes control, kissing me harder and sweeping his tongue into my mouth.
I grind my hips up against his, needing friction, and he groans. Removing an arm from his neck, I reach down and unbuckle his belt, reaching into his boxers. Matt moans my name against my neck and begins thrusting into my hand slowly. He sits up slightly, pushes my sleeping shorts to the side, and plunges in his middle finger.
I gasp when his cold ring brushes my clit and lean my head on his shoulder.
He adds another finger, using his other hand to hold my legs open when I try to squeeze them closed. He reaches down and stops my hand movements, clearly getting too close, before leaning back down to place kisses on my face.
Matt adds pressure to my clit, laughing when I push against his shoulders. “You’re so fucking wet for me already, pretty girl.”
I moan out his name as an answer and he picks up the pace, curling his fingers to brush my g spot. He keeps up his pace even when I tell him I’m coming, his thumb rubbing circles as I ride out my orgasm. When I come down, he pulls out his fingers and wipes them carelessly on his jeans as he stands up.
“Get on your knees.” He tells me as he kicks off his pants and boxers. I slide off the couch, following his instructions, and face him, assuming he wants head. But when I reach for him, he shakes his head. “Bend over the coffee table.”
I raise my eyebrow slightly but do as he says, bracing my hands on the frame.
Matt kneels behind me and nudges my knees farther apart. He swipes my hair to one side so he can kiss my neck as he lines himself up, grunting quietly as he enters me.
He gives me a second to adjust when he bottoms out, beginning to thrust when I start to squirm. He pulls back as far as he can and slams back into me, pushing me into the table. I gasp, looking back, but he only smirks, leaning down to lightly nip at my shoulder. He continues his rough strokes, his hand digging into my hip.
Fighting for control, I meet his thrusts, pushing my hips back into him, until he braces a hand on my back and pushes me down.
I give up and I press my face into the cool glass, moaning loudly, as he hammers into me. Matt moves his other hand up to the back of my head, lacing his fingers through and tugging gently. “My girl.” He breathes out, the soft tone of his voice contrasting his rough thrusts.
“Please, Matt,” I say, squeezing my eyes shut as I feel my body tightening up.
“Come all over me, baby.” He says, pulling me up and pressing my back into his chest while he thrusts up. My body melts against his, and I unravel around him. I shudder when he continues thrusting, his hand coming up to circle my oversensitive clit.
It’s too much but when I try to wiggle away, he pulls out and stands, yanking me up with him. He leads me back to the sofa and bends me over the arm of it before sliding inside of me again.
He grips both of my hips, using them as leverage as he pounds himself into me. I can’t believe how much he’s stretching me, the tip of his dick kissing my cervix as he thrusts.
He brings his hand up and covers my mouth, shushing me, which must mean I’m being too loud. But I can’t think of anything besides the way he feels inside of me.
I can tell when he gets close because his thrusts become sloppier and he starts moaning out my name. He pushes inside of me as deep as he can and comes, dropping his head onto my back.
We both try to catch our breath for a second before he pulls out of me slowly and points me toward the bathroom. “You can go first.”
When we both have cleaned up, he comes back over to where I’m sitting on the couch and squats down. His eyes are kind and sweet as he takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it. “Shower?”
He lets me get in first and I flinch at the cold ass water he’s set it to, turning up the heat. Matt hisses as he follows me in, leaning past me to turn it down. “Are you trying to boil us alive? That shit is proof that you’re a demon.”
I laugh at his dramatics as he grabs my soap and lathers up the loofah. He scrubs my arms gently before spinning me so he can get my back.
When he's done, he pulls me into his chest and I lean my head back, the feeling of his skin against mine like ecstasy.
“Do you know how much I love you?” He says, his voice grating across my ear before he places a kiss behind it.
I turn and smile at him, adoration flooding my body. “I think I’m starting to.”
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wintercorrybriea · 8 months
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kairithemang0 · 21 days
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Imagine calling your brother in the middle of the night and going “calendar man your days are numbered” and that’s how you start the conversation
Absolutely legendary
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cranesofibycus · 2 years
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final boss: names
+ bonus Marisha’s Brennan impression:
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chrisxfem!reader
summary - you spent the whole day waiting to see your boyfriend and when you do it was worth the wait
warnings - super fluffyyyy, kissing, use of y/n, suggestive????
NOT PROOFREAD
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sitting in class i couldnt wait to see chris. we have been dating for over 8 months now and i could not be any happier with our relationship. except for when we were apart. all day i just wanted to see him, kiss him, hug him and just be with him. i go to uni while him and his brothers pursue their wildly successful youtube channel and we somehow met at an LA party. ever since then i never wanted to be away from him. but uni classes are extremely time consuming so usually i just spend nights with him when i can.
today was one of those nights and i was physically jittery just waiting to see him later. just imagining ordering dinner watching a movie and sharing some time together was more than enough motivation for me to speed the hell out of class when we were dismissed around 8pm. i went to my dorm, showered, packed, and put on a tank top, sweatpants and head out the door.
the drive feels a million minutes too long as i finally get to his house which he shares with his triplet brothers and i eagerly grab my sleepover bag and my laptop from my bag seat and sprint towards the front door. knocking and impatiently waiting for an answer and im greeted by nick, “oh hey y/n, didnt know you were coming tonight i thought you had that huge assignment due.” he welcomes me in. “i decided i would just work on it here, just wanted to see chris you know.” i smile, “you guys are so in love it actually drives me insane.” he jokingly scoffs and rolls his eyes. i laugh and walk in taking my shoes off and walking downstairs to his room.
i walk in and dont see him but hear the shower running, internally thanking myself for showering beforehand cause all i wanted to do was just be with my boyfriend. his room is awfully cold so i just put my stuff down and engulf myself with his duvet. getting comfy and slightly dozing off as i wait for him.
i faintly hear the bathroom door open and hear him walk towards the bed but dont feel a dip in the mattress, “chris!” i exclaim getting up and moving towards the edge of his bed and hug his torso laying my head on his stomach. “hi my girl.” he chuckles placing a hand on the back of my head. i feel drops of water from his wet hair and hear him sigh, “long day?” i ask.
“yeah but its ok im glad you decided to do your paper here i was missing you.” he says and i look up at him. he bends down and places a kiss on my lips before lifting me up and placing my on the floor. “what do you want to eat im so hungry.” he asks, “honestly ill eat anything lets ask your brothers what they want.” i suggest. he nods and leads me out of the room upstairs
we all decide on ordering for an italian place and we all end up getting alfredo.
“im gonna go brush my teeth babe.” i say getting up from the dinner table and placing my plate in the dishwasher. chris nods at me as he continues to talk to his brothers and i make my way down to his bathroom.
taking out the toothbrush i leave at his house and brush them and use mouth wash. i wash my face and put on my skincare getting ready for bed and see chris starring at me from the door way. i smile at him and he walks over placing a kiss to my cheek before grabbing his tooth brush.
i prop myself up on the counter and just watch him as he does so, admiring his every move. i never knew that i could be so infatuated by someone that i enjoy watching them do something so simple such as brushing their teeth. “wanna go put on our show?” he spits out the toothpaste in his mouth. i smile and nod at him and hop off the counter walking towards the bed and grabbing the remote. turning on the episode and pausing it waiting for chris.
i get up when i see him walk back in to the room and hold my arms out at him. he smiles and wraps his arms under mine and we lay down. my head is on his chest and our legs and tangled under the covers. i sigh contentedly against him and he looks down, “whats wrong?”
“absolutely nothing.” i smile nuzzling my head closer to him, “i missed you so much today, i couldnt wait for class to be over so i could see you.”
“i missed you today too.” he smiles and i lift my head up to kiss him. he flips us over so he laying on top of me now and places kisses all over my face, neck, collar and then rests his head down in the crook of my neck. “are you done yet?” i chuckle and i feel him nod.
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a/n: wrote this immediately after i had this exact dream so if its ass blame my sleepy state!!!
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firstborn-if · 23 days
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ranking characters by how much sex they've had
Gwen A: 0/10 very happily asexual, probably will never have sex
Matthieu B: 4/10 more the romantic type, has had sex
Timothee C: 2/10 questioning his sexuality at the moment, and no rizz to speak of, has had sexy times once or twice
Luci D: 10/10 slut (complimentary)
B Erhyobik: 5/10 likes being in relationships, and likes having sex in those relationships
Sam F: 1/10 very asexual. has had sex once.
Professor Sky: 3/10 painfully single. has had sex in the past
Mouse: 7/10 sex fiend probably. no-one likes them so idk who they're having sex with.
Alex L: 0/10 dead
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mangosrar · 3 months
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call it what you want part 11
matt sturniolo x fem reader.
y’all 😋😋😋😋😋😋😋
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“do you feel it yet?” he asked. his voice seemed so far away, even though he was lying on the grass next to you less than a foot away.
chris had kept his promise. he let you smoke. and it was just perfect. the sun was hot in the sky, not a single cloud in sight, the warm embrace of the breeze wafting through an empty field washing away every single thought you’d had since the last time you spoke to matt 2 weeks ago, and the buzz from the weed was delightful.
the space inbetween then and now had been torturous, you had to carry on this act with matt, while pretending you hated him, but every time you caught him looking at you, or he pulled you into him, kissing your temple when you were around people, made you want to break down and cry.
but this is just what had to happen, your parents were still furious with you, caden had barely spoken two words to you and jessica was still obsessing over matt. her matt. not yours. he was hers. or so you thought.
a comfortable silence settled over the two of you, while chris awaited your answer, you let out a breath before speaking.
“when does a monster become a monster?” you asked, your jaw felt heavy as you stared up at the sky.
“yeah your definitely feeling it” chris giggled, lifting his head slightly to look at you.
you couldn’t help but laugh too. “i’m serious”
“what do you mean by a monster?” he asked, finally settling back down, and looking at the side of your face.
“like elijah wasn’t mean at first, but it was inevitable, so when does a monster become a monster” you replies, still staring at the sky, blinking slowly.
chris sighed before looking away, and also aiming his eyes up, his hands picking at the grass besides him.
“i mean when is a monster not a monster, because at first, the monster will buy you flowers, and tell you your pretty, let you cry in his arms, and then one day you piss the monster off and he jumps out of the closet to scare you, and now you’re too afraid to sleep in the dark, so you keep a night light on, but it’s not enough, the monster still jumps out on you and you’re still scared” he said.
you were now staring at the side of his face, with your eyebrows pinched together. that was probably the deepest thing chris had ever said.
“maybe that’s why you pushed matt away,” he continued, turning his head to look at you. “because we both know you didn’t want to do that, but it’s just the way you’re wired. you want him in your house but you don’t want him to find your hiding spot, you want him to hold you but he can’t come to close” he breathed.
chris was right. this is what happened. matt got a little too close and your guards came up. every single wall that elijah had built in you rose to the surface, and shut matt out.
“you’re right” you whispered, turning your head away from chris, and back to the sky, before swallowing and resting your hands on your stomach. you suddenly felt vulnerable, like he had just peered into your head and plucked out your thoughts.
“i know i’m right. and i also know that matt is distraught. maybe you guys still have a long way to go, but didn’t you feel like you were getting somewhere?” he asked, still looking at the side of your face.
you swallowed thickly before speaking. “but matt and i won’t work, he wants jessica and i want elijah, he’s just ahead of himself right now” you argued, shaking your head.
“is he?” chris asked quietly, narrowing his eyes at you. you turned your head to look at him with a deep frown. you weren’t actually sure, and the thin line of trying to convince chris or trying to convince your self was becoming blurry.
“he is”.
“he’s not”
“yes he is chris”
“no he’s not y/n”
“he’s actually not sure”. his voice startled both of you. chris almost jumped out of his own skin and you shot up into a sitting position, snapping your head round to look at him.
“chris you told us you were gonna be taking y/n home 2 hours ago” matt said, looking at chris.
“we got a little carried away” he laughed, but your face was droning. you did not find this funny.
“i can see that” matt muttered, darting his eyes over to you briefly. “are you high?” he asked.
you dropped your eyes to the ground, not daring to look at him a second longer. he knew the answer, you didn’t even have to say anything. he just sighed.
“come on, i’ll drive you” his statement was directed towards you but, he was looking at chris. maybe he was too nervous, or maybe it was the fact that he was disappointed, you never smoked, and he knew it was because of him that you were doing it now.
matt made eye contact with you, but you couldn’t look at him. you were ashamed in a way, that this was how he had found you, high, and spewing nonsense.
“i can’t go home high” you whispered to chris. you were suddenly paranoid. and wether it was simply matts presence or the weed you weren’t sure.
“sleepoverrrr” chris giggled in a sing song voice, walking besides you with matt in-front, but you couldn’t even crack a smile. you were mortified that matt had possibly heard what you had said, and now you had to be forced into proximity with him, despite your undying efforts to stay as far away from his as you could for the past 2 weeks while keeping up the act. you had been burning the candle at both ends.
you could throw up. this feeling was horrible. the car felt like it was swaying side to side, and the sound of the music playing over chris and matts voice was pounding in your head.
you rested your head on the window of the car, and closed your eyes, trying to ground yourself. the cold glass was some what comforting.
“y/n you okay?” matt asked, and when you lifted your head and looked up, he was watching you through the centre mirror.
you swallowed and nodded. your mouth was filling with saliva, and your skin felt like it was on fire, and the thrum of the radio playing was making your head spin.
“you look a little pale y/n” chris giggled, turning to look at you from the passenger seat. his eyes were red and almost closed, and he was grinning from ear to ear, he was obviously having a great time, you couldn’t say the same.
you just let out a shakey breath and closed your eyes again.
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it felt like hours had passed, and when you felt the car come to a stop, you realised you were on the drive way of the sturniolo house.
chris immediately jumped out of the car, sauntering off into the house.
“you sure you’re okay?” matt said quietly, not moving from his place in the drivers seat.
“yeah i’m fine, i just don’t feel too good, probably car sick or something” you muttered back, keeping your eyes trained down to your hands in your lap.
“yeah” matt whispered, but he did not believe you for one second. he knew you had over done it and you were about to green out.
once you made your move, exiting the car, matt did too. he followed you inside to be met with chris basically incoherent, slouched on the couch, and nick no where to be found.
all of a sudden, your mouth filled with saliva again, and your throat closed.
your feet moved fast, rushing you too the bathroom. you basically collapsed on the floor while emptying the contents of your stomach out into the toilet.
you felt a hand, pull your hair out of your face, and another rubbing slow circles on your back.
“chris i smoked way too much” you spoke, through a broken voice, coughing, with your head still hanging over the toilet.
“i know you did” that’s not chris.
as if you weren’t ashamed enough about the fact that Matt had seen you high, he was now looking at you while you were vomiting. brilliant.
you sat back against the wall, wiping your mouth with a tissue before throwing it away, and bringing your knees up to your chest.
“don’t make this a habit” matt said quietly, while standing over you and handing you a bottle of opened water, but his voice carried a warning tone.
“i won’t. thanks” you rasped, taking the bottle from his hands, not daring to look up at his face.
you sat in silence, slowly sipping the water, while matt stared down at you, waiting for you to throw up again.
“i’m fine now, i’m just gonna shower and head to bed” you said, finally standing up and looking at him.
“well chris is asleep on the couch so, his bed is fair game” matt replied, nudging his head towards the living room where chris was out cold.
“okay” you nodded, while waiting for matt to leave.
“you gonna be okay?” he asked, squinting his eyes at you.
“could you wait in here while i shower?” you asked. your mouth moved before your brain and it just came out. he obviously didn’t expect it either by the way his eyes widened so far they almost bulged out of his head.
“i- i mean- i ca- um,” he cleared his throat. “yeah sure, i’ll just uh” he said, pointing to that wall opposite the shower, and turning to face it, so he wouldn’t be looking at you.
you hummed in agreement, before stripping off and getting into the shower.
maybe it was the weed still in your system, but you had full confidence in him. you were putting all your trust in him to not turn around, and you believed he wouldn’t.
the water was hot on your skin, each drop washing away the horrible feeling of being too high. you sighed, letting your head tip back and your eyes close.
for a moment, you forgot matt was there, you did your normal shower routine, washing your hair, then your body then your face, all while matt was stood not even a metre away, with your trust in his hands.
you turned to look at him, bouncing on his heels with his hands together infront of him.
“are you nervous?” you quirked, giggling slightly.
“no y/n i’m not nervous, i just… i’m not nervous” he said, sighing.
“whatever you say baby” you cooed. keeping your eyes on his back as you pushed your hair out of your face.
he let out a breath and dropped his head. matt could’ve fell to his knees there and then. the fact you were standing behind him, completely naked, trusting him to stand there with you, had him rock hard.
but he was also confused, you hadn’t spoken to him in weeks, now you were calling him baby. he knew it was just the weed but he couldn’t help but have a small amount of hope bloom in his chest.
you felt a little bad, because you were just fucking with him, but the fact you could visibly see he was affected made you want to take it a little farther.
“could you pass me a towel matty?” you breathed. the words dripping like honey off of your tongue, and just like a moth to a flame, matt was drawn to it.
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kaethefangirl · 4 months
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Matt: I thought you were unserious and childish when I met you.
Peter: oh.
Matt: But then I met Wade, and now you seem professional and serious.
Peter: Wade isn't that goofy.
Wade: *in his room interrogating his stuffed unicorn* WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY MAMA!?
Peter: Statement retracted.
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jtl-fics · 2 months
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Thinking about Matt and Neil going on their own country tour together during Matt's last year spring break where Matt has a big signing bonus for his team.
Matt: "Hey Andrew, you know how you and Neil have those cute couple road trips during school breaks?" Andrew: "We're not-"
Matt: "So I'm taking him this time and we're going to have our own cute couple road trip. Bye!"
What follows is Matt and Neil's cross country trip trying out all these fancy food places because Neil's relationship with food is still weird and Matt wants Neil to enjoy nice things.
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greatooglymooglyyy · 2 months
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Attitude Adjustment (Chris Sturniolo)
matt version?
contains: angst, bickering, relationship arguing, smut, softdom chris, hair pulling, fluff, kissing, protected sex, female receiving, 1.7k word count
a/n: based on this idea i had. sorry it took so long i couldn't figure out how to end it. i still kinda hate the ending but fuck it we ball.
“It’ll only be for like an hour and a half-”
“Chris-”
“Baby. We’re out of video-”
“So you basically invited me over to fucking abandon me here?” I ask, unable to hide the irritation I feel bubbling up. I sigh deeply, rolling out of Chris’ arms and grabbing my phone. Out of my peripheral vision, I watch him rub his hand over his face and sit up.
“Babe, we’ve been together all day. Just give me an hour." He gets out of bed and stretches before heading into his bathroom. I know I’m being a bit of a bitch to him but I can’t help it. Our schedules have been so crazy lately that every hour I get matters these days. Seems like I never get him to myself anymore and it’s starting to grate on my nerves.
Chris comes out of the bathroom and heads to his closet, stopping to scoop his favorite sweatpants off the floor. I roll my eyes and grab my Airpods, popping them in my ears and turning my music on full volume.
After a couple of minutes, Chris comes over and leans down to kiss me but I dodge it, not ready to stop being petty yet. He rolls his eyes and reaches to pull my headphones out. “Can we please not do this? This is my literal job.”
I kiss my teeth and Chris takes a deep breath and steps away. Nick calls his name from the top of the stairs and he yells back that he’s coming before grabbing his wallet.
“Alright. I love you, baby. We can talk about it when I get back.” He says over his shoulder as he reaches for his door handle.
“Whatever, Chris. Just leave me the fuck alone. I don’t even care anymore.” I snap. Chris pauses his movements and gives me a look that has me squirming. He walks over to the bed and squats down in front of me, the intensity of his eye contact making me lean back.
“Stop talking to me like you’re crazy, bro. Am I speaking to you like that?”
“No,” I mumble, crossing my arms and refusing to meet his eyes.
“Alright so watch your fucking mouth.”
I nod, struck silent, and he leans in to press a quick kiss on my temple before he stands, finally heading out the door.
I sit there for a minute staring at the wall contemplating my sanity. Because there’s no reason why that was the hottest Chris has ever been to me.
*******
It’s quite possible I’ve never been this bored in my life. I’ve started three different TV shows on Netflix, started doing handstands, and scrolled until my for you page started getting weird. I’m half lying on the bed, half hanging off, when I hear the boys come back. I spring up and turn off the light, throwing myself into bed and pretending to be asleep.
A few minutes later the door opens and Chris comes in, hesitating for a second when he sees it’s dark. I squeeze my eyes shut, listening to him move quietly through the room. When he gets in the bed, I feel him lean over me and run a knuckle over my cheek.
“You know you’re a terrible actress right?” He laughs, reaching over to pull me into his arms. I smack my lips and yank away, sticking to my plan of being a brat. He sighs, dropping his head back on his pillow.
“How do you still have an attitude after two whole hours?”
“Thought it was only going to be an hour and a half?” I mock, turning over on my stomach to face the wall.
“Okay.” Chris sits up and turns on his lamp before flipping me over to face him. I blink at him rapidly, startled by the sudden movement.
“This is what we’re not gonna do.” He says, gesturing between us. “Either talk to me or let it go. Those are your only two options.” His tone is harsh but with his thumb smoothing over my arm, it doesn’t feel as mean.
I sit up and face him, crossing my legs. “I just want a day or two where I don’t have to fight for your attention,” I say quietly. Chris nods slowly, tilting his head like he’s thinking.
“Okay.” He says, pulling me into his lap. “I hear you. I’ll try not to film on nights when you're here. At least until I can see you more.”
I look up at him and smile, placing a kiss on his collarbone. “Thank you.”
“That was easy, huh? Talking and shit like we’re adults-”
“Don’t ruin it,” I say, reaching up to pull his face down to mine.
I kiss the corner of his mouth and it pulls up in a lopsided smile. I keep going, kissing the other corner before both his top and bottom lip. His eyes trail my face, darkening as he waits for me to kiss him fully. But instead, I slip off his lap, rolling back to my side of the bed.
“What are you doing?” He asks with a frown, leaning so he’s hovering over me. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Just wanted to see how much you want to kiss me,” I say casually, tangling my fingers into his hair.
Chris leans down and presses his lips to mine roughly, pushing my head into the pillow and anchoring a hand on my hip. His other hand dips under my shirt, sliding higher as we deepen the kiss. He pulls away to start lining kisses down my neck, driving me crazy.
“I always want to kiss you. Even when you're really fucking annoying." He says as he slides down my body, stopping to place a kiss above my belly button. He runs his tongue back up the trail of my body before he stops to yank off my shirt and bra. The light from the lamp makes me a little shy and I reach to turn it off but Chris stops me. “Leave it on, I want to see you.”
He slides back up to kiss me again, sweeter this time and full of love. I smile against his lips and mumble low, “You’re such a softie.”
Chris breaks the kiss and raises his eyebrows, giving me a challenging smirk. “Oh yeah?” Before I can respond, he sits up and grabs my panties, ripping them off in one motion and tossing them over his shoulder.
“I always wanted to do that.” He says, sliding down to run his tongue over my hip.
“I’m going to kill you.” I breathe out as he moves closer to my core.
“I’ll buy you some more.”
“It better be Victor-” I cut off my complaining with a moan as he swirls his tongue over my clit. He pushes open my legs and leaves one hand running up and down my thigh gently.
I lace my fingers back into his hair and he looks up at me as he slides a finger inside of me. He picks up his pace, thrusting inside of me roughs and adding another finger while matching his tongue motions to his fingers.
I tighten my grip on his hair and moan out his name, squirming up until my head hits the headboard. Chris moves his arm to spread across my stomach and pins me in place, never pausing his movements.
I throw my head back and rock my hips up as I call out his name and tell him I’m close. He only stretches me out more, curling his finger up to hit the spot that always takes me out.
I turn my head and moan into the pillow as I ride out my orgasm, still calling out Chris’ name. He presses a final kiss to my clit and then pushes himself up my body. He kisses me hungrily before he leans over to his nightstand.
“Still got an attitude or what? Let me know.” He teases as he stands to take his clothes off and slip the condom on.
“Shut up, Chris,” I say, rubbing my hand over my eyes.
“Alright, so we’re still working on it. Got it.”
He flips me over onto my stomach and hops on the bed behind me, pulling me up until I’m arched where he wants me. I look over my shoulder at him as he lines himself up to enter me, his tip rubbing against my folds, and he meets my eyes as he pushes in.
He gives me barely any time to adjust before he’s hammering into me, both hands gripping my hips and pulling me to meet his thrusts. I grip the sheets, whimpering, but Chris doesn’t slow his strokes for a second.
“Wow, you’re quiet.” He says ruggedly. “Where’s all that fucking mouth you got?”
I open my mouth to talk shit back but he readjusts, pressing his hand into my back and pushing me into the mattress. Somehow he picks up his speed, digging deeper into me than I thought possible. I try to say his name but all that comes out is a series of unintelligible sounds and he laughs roughly.
I reach a hand back against his hip but he grabs it and pins it behind my back, using it as leverage to pull back and slam into me again. “You feel so fucking insane.”
The breathy candace of his voice makes me moan out louder and Chris gathers all my hair into one hand and uses it to pull me up against his chest. The new angle has me seeing stars and I throw my head back on his shoulder as he places sloppy kisses on my neck. He reaches down to rub his thumb over my clit and I buck against him, my body shuttering from the intensity.
I’m so close now and he can tell, gripping my face and tilting my head so he can meet my eyes. “Go ahead, baby. Give it to me.”
I do exactly as he says, maintaining eye contact, as I fall again. He throws his head back at the feeling, muttering a low, “fuck,” and moaning out my name as he comes.
He drops his head against my shoulder for a second, breathing heavily, before he pulls out slowly. I fall back onto the bed while he heads to the bathroom to clean up. I’m still lying motionless when Chris comes back out and sits on the edge of the bed. “Come on. Take a bath with me.”
I smile over at him and slide out the bed, following him into the bathroom. I sit on the counter as he runs the water and pours in my bubble soap.
He comes back over to me and stands in between my legs staring at me. “You didn’t say you loved me back when I left.”
“I just let you break my back. I think we’re good.” I say as I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Not the same.” He states matter of factly, leaning closer and brushing his lips against mine. I smile and then pull back, giving him a mock-serious face. “Christopher Sturniolo, I love you so much.”
He grins and kisses me again, deeper this time. “One more time?”
“I love you,” I whisper, chasing his lips but he pulls back.
“Again?”
“Alright, fuck off.”
He laughs and steps back so I can slide off the counter and head over to the tub. I get in after turning the water off and Chris follows, sliding in behind me.
I sigh contentedly, letting my head lay against his chest as he tells me about how filming went. I laugh at his stories and chime in softly, wondering how the hell I could ever be mad at a boy this sweet.
Well, at least until tomorrow.
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