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[demontime09]

Faded - chapter 4

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I'm laying in bed waiting for that familiar voice to ask me to come in. Every night I leave my window open and my bed empty just for Chris. Whether he wants to cuddle or just have a safe place to sleep, I am always here. Waiting. 

My thighs rub together and I feel my body jolt, my legs bumping into that specific spot. That specific spot that hasn't been touched in ages. Seeing as the only man I'm interested in, is only interested in touching substances. 

And so I wait, hoping Chris doesn't show up so I can take care of this feeling. Alas, he finally pops his head up through my window. Oh well, maybe tomorrow night. 

“Ma?” he whispers. “i'm comin’ in” I turn on the lamp beside me and look at him. He's tired, a bit dirty, but as attractive as ever. My body practically yearns for this man. “Uh yeah- yes.” I clear my throat. He trudges in, immediately taking my duvet off me, lifting my thigh, looking closer and smirking. He says matter of fact. I look down to see my pussy fully betraying me, my thighs slick and my panties wet. “Fuck me” I mutter, annoyed, and embarrassed. 

“Hm? What was that?” he tilts his head, my leg still in the air, his hand holding it under my thigh gently. Before I can even muster up a response he crawls on top of me, my body shifting as the mattress moves. He peels his shirt off over his head and I get a glimpse of his body with nothing on. It does nothing but RUIN both me and my panties further. He hasn't shaved in a while, without thinking I reach up to touch his jaw and feel his stubble on my fingertips. “No, no ma” He puts my hand back to my side. “I don't do that touchy feely shit, you should know this by now” “but I-” His eyes flash with annoyance and I retreat. He softens and presses a chaste kiss to my cheek, I think that's his way of apologizing. “You wan’ this or not?” all i do is nod, before hes pushing me to the middle of the bed and without warning, burying his face in my pussy. 

“At least you taste good.” 

he murmurs.

I don't dwell on the backhandedness, just arch my back into his fingers as they dig further into me. He gets too aggressive and overstimulation overwhelms my body, it tenses, my hands pushing his head back. He grabs my wrist and lifts his head, lashing out “You know I don't like to be touched Char. If it's too much, use your fucking words.” his dark brows twisting in annoyance, shoving my hands back down to my chest. 

“Sorry, it's fine keep- keep going.” I say, breathless, my chest heaving. He huffs and presses too hard and it almost hurts, once again I flinch away from him and grab his head. Shit.

“Calm down ma” He snaps, not moving his head. He goes faster, fingers swift but never messy. His hands have always been very steady even when the rest of his body wasn't. I'm a complete mess on the other hand, trying not to do anything to annoy him but also losing it at the same time. It feels so good I can't help but cover my mouth and jerk around. Abruptly, he stops. 

I feel empty immediately, and cold. This can't be the end can it? I struggle to lift my head as I see him unbuckling his belt and… is that a condom? he carries condoms? Christopher Sturniolo, owns condoms? 

See, I might have undermined how known Chris is in our city. I've talked about highschool, but In college he was the frat boy. His frat house was the biggest, parties completely unmatched. The perfect place to get drunk, high, have sex, whatever you need. And seeing as he was that guy, or whatever, he has quite the body count under his belt. I was always there at the parties whether or not Chris wanted me to be. I was waiting for Chris from highschool to make a comeback, but he never did. Something happened between senior year of highschool and his freshman year of college. A friend group change perhaps? Hanging out with the “wrong crowd”? His body language became more abrasive, his speech patterns messy, vocabulary words that made me cringe appearing more and more. I got used to it after a while. This is just how he is now, I can't change that.  it's just another thing we don't talk about. 

Anyway, I've heard stories from mutual friends, randos on his couch at a rowdy frat party, even people I used to hook up with. It seems like everyone and their mother knows about the infamous parties, scandals, and problematic past of Chris Sturniolo.

I'm snapped back into reality by Chris lifting my hips, his cold hands making me shiver. As he slides into me his hips stall and he falters, doubling over and having to support himself with his hands. A small whimper escaping his lips. “no fucking way, who is this kid?” I think to myself. Chris is usually very rigid and detached, looking anywhere but my face. 

He teeters again, “Holy fuck.” He groans, obviously embarrassed. He finally regains his composure, pushing his hair back from his eyes. “Char.” he struggles to lift his head to look at me. “You know I’ve, I've never done this not high before right?” Oh. That's why he's being weird. 

“Is that why you're being so mean?” I ask, regretting it as soon as it leaves my mouth. I don't mean to be critical, I usually never am, I'm in a very vulnerable position and I guess I had to know instead of wondering all the time. He looks down at me, bewildered, and then away, glancing out the window. His face changes, along with his body. His shoulders square up and his eyes burn into me. Now he's pissed. He grabs my jaw, it's uncomfortable but it doesn't hurt, and lifts my face closer to him. “Listen.” I always am. “Im here to fuck you and that is all. You should be grateful I'm even here. So no more questions hm?” I nod, and he goes back to what he was doing. Silently and while avoiding my eyes he finishes, before standing and looking at me. I sit up and look at him tiredly, my eyes burning and threatening tears. I urgently need to cry. 

He dresses, bends and kisses the crown of my head and I think he might speak but he quickly leaves and shuts the door quietly. A thought pops into my head “I don't know how long I can keep this up.” The realization stings and as much as I fight sleep by sobbing into my pillow, it wins and I pass out.

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I also just realized they were supposed to go to a party oopsies

its been a while, sorry guys :(

"speak ur mind char" we all say in unison

okay bye i love u all

[demontime09]

Faded - chapter 3

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I wake up, my mouth dry as fuck. I groan and sit up, my sheets are a mess, Chris's clothes on the ground. I sit for a second, rubbing my eyes, yawning, and it hits me.

Chris kissed me before he left. He held my hands, told me I did good, let me cuddle him, and then he..

He kissed me. And once again I am reminded that through everything, even with his problems and his troublesome actions, I know he cares about me. And that is enough for me to stay.

I get up, order breakfast, make coffee, and while eating I notice we never finished the joint. It's sitting in my ash stray completely put out. "That doesn't make sense. That was- that's his weed." I thought. I creep over and see, a note?? "Finish this off for me, ma. -C" I can't help but smile cheesily.

It's just like Chris to gift me leftover weed.

My phone chimes. It's my friend Eve.

"Theres a party tonight

at my place Char,

ur man might be there too"

"Thanks but I might skip"

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My shoulders slump. I always hate letting down my friends but partying with Chris means I'll have to take care of him and ill be anxious all night. Which isn't all bad, I do love making sure hes all right. I'd just rather pick him up and do it in my own home.

My phone chimes again.

"Cmon Char, we miss you."

I huff out a sigh, I miss them too.

"Okay you've

convinced me, what time?"

Chris's POV

I have 0 clue where I am. My eyes focus on the object in front of me. Furry.. gray, it squeaks. My face scrunches as I sit up, disgusted. UGH that's like the biggest rat I've ever seen in my life. I find my footing, the pounding pain in my head worsening. Where's Charlotte with a glass of water and medicine when I need her. Charlotte. Where is Charlotte? At home I assume. I feel my pants for my phone, it's not there. I panic for a second before I see it on the ground a few feet away.

It takes about 30 seconds for my eyes to focus on my phone and 30 more seconds for my thumbs to move across the screen. I'm definitely high.. when did I get high? I blink a bunch and as I'm about to call Char my phone chimes. It's my old friend Eve from highschool.

Eve

Chris come to my party tonight.

Char will be there.

Alr

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Oh god Charlotte, she's all I need right now.

She'll know what to do, I think as I stumble back to my car.

I call her as soon as I'm sat in the driver's seat.

"Hello?"

"You home?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm coming over, I need some help ma."

And with that I hang up and almost speed to her house.

Before i get there, I pick up a bottle of rum and scotch, my favorites. Along with a huge can of pepsi. Why not start the party a little early?

I'm smart enough not to drink while driving, but as soon as I get into Charlotte's house I'm mixing my drink and chugging it to dull the pain in my head. She tiptoes out to me, looking as gorgeous as ever, but I'd never say that out loud.

I kiss her lazily on the temple. "Hey ma" "what do you need help with?" She immediately asks. Straight to the point, classic Char. "I jus' don't feel great and I need to be okay for that party tonight" I cringe at how needy I sound but Charlotte's eyes brighten immediately. "What kind of help?" She asks gently.

The alcohol must take affect very fast because before I know it my lips make contact with hers as my hand grabs the back of her head. I tilt it back to get a better angle as my other arm snakes around her waist, and then on her ass, and the back of her thighs. We smash against the fridge and she yelps on impact.

I pull back, nod toward the bedroom, my chest heaving. She looks a mess but it's so so hot. I take her hand and lead her there, where I spend the next 30 minutes inside her. She takes me from behind like she always does, I'm not an intimacy guy. And once I'm done she doesn't try to ask for aftercare or cuddle. She lays there for a short time before cleaning herself up, redressing, and waiting for my next move.

"Um, yk ma, I wish I could stick around but I-" "I know." She cuts me off. Her face neutral. "Alright, I'll see you at that party later then.." she smiles, her eyes tired. I leave quickly and for the 1 thousandth time, cuss myself out for not being different for her.

Authors note :3

Don't start complaining abt how the sex scene had no detail, there will be more. 😈😈

[demontime09]

Faded - Chapter 2

Alr posting the second part 😈

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Chris never came back. But that's normal now, I guess. I've curled myself into my bed, my reading glasses on, carefully turning pages so as not to rip it.

"Wha' youu readin?" I don't even look up as I immediately recognize the voice.

"Old yeller." I reply softly. I finally look up to see him teetering on my window sill.

"Can I uh-" He stumbles and holds himself up on the wall. "Comeee in?" He finishes.

"Aren't you already?" I reply, placing my book back on the nightstand. He stumbles over and falls on top of me. His gaze lingers on my chest before looking at me. His eyes desperately try to focus to no avail. "Mm, you're so purtty," He mumbles before yawning and beginning to snore on me. I run my fingers through his hair before turning off my lamp. This has become our nightly routine, and who am I to break it? If Chris enjoys it, I do, too.

11:35am

I wake to no Chris. No warm embrace, no pillow talk, no making coffee for each other. But again, that's how it is.

I walk downstairs to see him reaching into his pockets and desperately searching for something. He's dressed, his wife beater and jeans hugging him perfectly. Sometimes I wish i could take off his clothes in a sexy manner but its almost always to wash vomit stains out.

Instead of it smelling of sex, it smells like weed and booze. Instead of moans and happily praising eachother, it's him mumbling profanitys at me or passing out on me. Like last night. I'm glad it wasn't the latter.

He turns suddenly and notices me. He finches slightly. "Oh, hey. Thanks for letting me crash here last night, ma, " He says awkwardly. "Of course, anytime." I smile a tiny bit, which seems to affect him in some way, and he immediately looks away and rambles about losing his keys. I nod toward the bedroom and tell him they're on my floor. And by the time I'm in and out of the bathroom, Chris is nowhere to be found.

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I guess I should give you some background. I met Chris at a highschool party in 12th grade. Before he had any of his issues, back when he only dabbled in weed and only drank at parties. I thought he was cute, funny. The type of guy I'd see myself being with. He ended up driving me home, kissing me goodnight, and that was that. I was hooked. I knew I needed this man.

I spent the next couple months trying to get close to him. I'd invite him over, ask him out, and he would most of the time. By month 3 he was canceling dates, but would always somehow make it up to me. By month 6 he was high 24/7, making excuses, and starting to sell bud. Before I knew it, a whole year of knowing Chris had passed. And the chris i met at that party, the chris who bought me flowers at graduation, the chris who told me he'd wait for me when I wasn't ready, the Chris who used to blast rap music in my house without my input. It was always him choosing the music, but I never minded. All of those things, all of that chris, was pretty much gone. Now I only ever get affection if Chris is drunk enough.

I know this sounds like I'm just throwing a pity party for myself, but I really don't mind it. I've always been on the passive side, things don't bother me too bad. That's why me and Chris work so well. He wants to get high and drunk, that's his business. And I'll always be here for him. And even though everyone tells me to leave him, I can't bring myself to. Who will be here to take care of him? To hold his hair back when he's sick? to get him water and advil for his hangovers? This has become somewhat of a purpose for me and I'll never give it up, I don't care what my friends say.

I snap out of my daydream and start getting ready for work.

(Time skip, I am not writing abt her working who gives a flying fuck)

After hours of work all I really want is a joint. And I know I know, but I used to dabble in weed too, and I developed quite the liking to it. Ever since I saw chris and his problems, I got scared off from it. But if he gets to get faded every single day, why should I not get to have a bit of fun?

Only problem is, I don't have any weed, it's super late, and I'm itching for the sweet sweet smell of bud. I have one choice.

I call chris, and thankfully, he doesn't sound drunk. "Hey ma, what's up?" "Can you come over, please?" I hear him hesitate and sigh. "I dont-" "I wanna get high." I blurt. "Oh. Uh, um yeah, gimme 15 minutes." He hangs up.

I'm about 20 minutes I'm sitting on my bed with Chris, his wife beater has gotten a little dirty and his jeans are scuffed up.

He clears his throat and fixes his hat.

"Why don't you change chris?" "Wha- I don't have any clothes here. "Yes, you do. In that drawer, I had you bring some over a couple of weeks ago." "Oh I um, forgot." Chris always,"forgets." I think it's cute.

He changes into some pajama pants and white shirt. Classic chris.

I look closer at his eyes, they're red, he doesn't seem to be drunk at all, just high.

"Would you like some eye drops?" I ask camly. "Fuck ma, are we gonna smoke this or not!" He snaps. I immediately flinch away a bit. "Fuck, I'm sorry Char, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Chris." I smile softly. "Really, it's okay, you're right, let's do it." He looks away, "You sure you don't mind it in your room? I can blow it out the window." His voice is low and calm. "It's fine." I don't wanna inconvenience Chris, he's come all this way to smoke with me, I don't wanna ruin it.

He lights it, the smoke slowly drifting up to my ceiling. His hit is huge, and he holds it in, before coughing it out and handing it to me. I look at it nervously. "Hey ma, don't worry." His eyes shift slowly towards me. "You've got it. You've done it before."

I take a deep breath and take a hit, hold it in, and cough it out. My chest burns And my throat is raw. God I've missed this.

As I'm coughing and covering my face from embarrassment, Chris reaches out for my hands and holds them gently in his. He focuses right into my eyes. "You did so good mama's, hey, hey look at me." I haven't seen chris like this in a very long time. Its just like the old chris, the one who kissed my lips softly before typing his number into my phone and driving away in his little rinky dink Honda. God I've missed this.

He blows more smoke up into my ceiling.

"I'm sorry, ma." He looks in my vague direction. "Hm, for what?" I saw reaching for the joint. He rubs his eyes and clenches his jaw. "I'm just not myself anymore, am I?" I sit with that statement for a while before I exhale and cough a bit more, he reaches for me almost like it's a reflex, only for him to retreat his hands back to his sides. "I like you how you are, Chris." He flicks the joint over my ashtray and puts his head back, his adams apple bobbing as he thinks. "I'm glad, char." Is all he says. It's a miracle he's even over here at this time of day. Usually, he's off with his buddies doing God knows what, so I don't push it.

After 4 more hits, I'm really feeling it. I'm closer to chris, laying on my bed. He's right here, finally. God, he's warm. My vision blurs and focuses on his features. "Ma.." he trails off when I touch his jaw. He holds my hand away, his breath quick, "I gotta.." I don't hear the rest of what he says. I hear the creaking of my bed, and feet hit the floor. "This was fun ma, I'll see you." He reaches for the door handle, hesitates. "Fuck.." He cusses under his breath. I hear his footsteps again and feel his breath on my face. He kisses me quickly, turns on his heel, and with one door slam he's gone.

Authors note

Goodbye. How can I ruin chars life any further bro 😭 this poor girl

[demontime09]

Faded- Chris Sturniolo

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Chris is a drug dealer/stoner who is barely ever around. He doesn't seem to care about Charlotte unless he's plastered or high.

Does she have the heart to leave this toxic "relationship" or will chris prove he loves Char as much as she loves him?

Literally do not understand how to work Tumblr, so bear with me🙁 hope yall enjoy tho :3

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"What in the fuckity fuck" I mutter. My fingers fumbling around, my face hardened with concentration.

He'd be here in 15 minutes. I've been working for an hour. "For fucks sake!" I say throwing it down. My eyes strain, I rub them with my palms. I drag my hands down irritatingly slow, pulling my skin and sniffing. I feel the need to cry burn at the back of my throat, quickly coughing it back down.

It's really no big deal. I know what he'll do when he walks in. He'll see me trying to make him happy, and he'll hug me, thank me, and stay with me, right? Chris has had his issues, but who hasn't? He's a loving, caring boyfriend when he wants to be. Although he doesn't like it too much when I call him that. He prefers a no strings attached type of thing, and he won't call me his girlfriend unless we see my family. I never complain though. This is how it is.

He walks in. I see him set his stuff down, groaning, rubbing his eyes and..

He's high.

He brushes past me

"Sorry ma, I gotta I dunno.. sell some stuff, I'll see you. " He gives me a sorry excuse of a kiss. His hot breath and the stench of weed completely turning me off. He didn't even notice my sorry attempt at fixing his broken watch. Sometimes, I wish he could be different. I'd ask him to be different, to change. But I might lose him. He's said before he likes how I don't try to change him. How I let him be him.

And even though I spend most nights alone, nothing but my imagination and my hands. Even though he's almost never sober, even though sometimes i can't stand him, even though he forces me to smoke with him, he's still my Chris. Who doesn't have a couple of flaws?

Author note or wtv :3

This was basically js an intro idk but we got juicy stuff coming soon😈😈