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Hey girlyyyt! Idk why it took me so long to ask but can I be on your tag list plzzzz???

yes of course!!

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this reminded me of you !!!!!!

awee i love ms diva 🤭

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guys i want to make text messages but how and where help meeee!

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❛❛𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘❜❜ ⋆⸜ 🍓₊ ⊹ c.s + m.s

IN WHICH… matts been grumpier than usual so you and chris come to the conclusion that he needs some pussy

chris x reader (established relationship), matt x reader

the tv flickered throughout the living room , glowing on you and chris’ half-lidded faces while your curled up into each other, giggles shared in waves and passing a joint back and forth. then came a slam from the front door, jumping you out of peace and chris nearly dropping the joint.

matt stormed in like a clap of thunder, his hood up, jaw locked and shoes thudding across the floor.

“yo–” chris called with a lazy voice, “welcome back sunshine.”

he couldn’t bother to spare a single glance at the couple, stoned on the couch, just mumbling words that hardly made it past his clenched teeth. matt disappeared down the hall before either of you could get a word out, slamming the door shut again.

you turn to chris with a raised brow, he’s returning the same look, “he’s been moodier than usual right?”

chris nods his head while letting out a long exhale, tapping the ash into your glass dish. “kids been locking himself in his room, snapping at everyone like a fuckin’ asshole”

you giggle before stealing the joint from his fingers, “stop, he’s probably just in desperate need of some pussy”

chris snaps his fingers and face lights up like he’s just discovered some ground breaking epiphany. “oh shit, you’re right we gotta get him laid— or at least his dick sucked, who’d fuck matt?”

‘i will!’ your brain instantly sparked at the thought, one you’ve had for a while actually. silence falls between the two as names and faces raced through chris’ head and trying to find the right words raced through yours

your fingers fidgeted in your lap, knee frantically bounced, and lips twisted. the idea hovered in your chest like fire, hoping it wasn’t too much, but words already inching up your throat. you tucked your legs under yourself and grasped his bicep, “i don’t mind helping– only if it’s okay with you baby.”

he took a while to respond, licking his lips and leaning into you. it didn’t shock him— not really. he knew his girlfriend and the way your mind worked when you cared too much. he didn’t feel jealousy, didn’t feel like he was giving you up, if anything he felt trust— some unspoken comfort knowing it would be two people he trusted with his life. and it wasn’t like you were hiding it from him, you were open and honest which can was rare in modern relationships, and really fucking hot, if he was being real.

“you really wanna do that for him?”

you nod your head, “mhm, i actually have a conspiracy that you guys have the same dick, like it’d probably feel the same.”

His mouth tugged into a lazy grin before a quiet chuckle slipped out, “you think he’d even know what to do with you?”

“maybe not, but it’d be fun watching him try”

“you’re something else, ya know that?” chris twisted in his seat and called out toward the hallway, “matt, get out here!”

there was a pause then there he was, reappeared a minute later, brows furrowed and confusion painted across his face. “what’d you want?”

“come chill with us,” you send him a warm smile, patting the couch cushion beside you and holding the joint up for him to see.

matt exhales hard through his nose, like the idea of socializing was exhausting. he doesn’t say anything— just rolls his eyes, trudging over to the couch and snatching the joint from your hands as if he’s doing everyone a favor. he drops onto the seat with a grunt, legs spread wide and arms crossed.

you shift on your knees from chris to matt, eye level with his side profile, sharp and cold, watching him somewhat relax.

“you know we care about you a lot, right?” you started with a soft and teasing edge, “and we’ve always been so close..”

you voice was smooth like honey in his ears but not sweet enough to break his facade. matt hums low, head slightly tilted, brows pinched, and taking a slow drag of smoke.

“right”

“right, so hear me out…we think you’ve been a little on edge the past couple weeks–”

chris budges in, “she means you’ve been a bitch”

“i didn’t say that but yeah.”

chris’ hand remained on your thigh, steady and reassuring. not possessive— just present. matt takes notice before dropping his shoulders, “shut the fuck up, y’all are insane.”

“listen matt, we feel like you just need to get your dick wet, and i’m here to help, if you’re okay with it.” your voice gets higher has his glare strengthens.

“chris you hearing this?” matt shifts in his seat, glancing between you and chris, unsure if he’s allowed to be curious or not.

chris is sunken into the couch, man spread, and tracing circles on your skin. “mhm, don’t overthink it, she’s being generous.”

there’s a quick pause, then a breath through his nose, considering it more than he’d like to admit, but eventually giving in, “yeah, okay.”

your motions were swift and with purpose, you work to get matt’s pants off— boxers bunched around his ankles, chris also removing your articles of clothing and getting straight to it. your nose connected with matt’s pelvis and ass, perched up, pussy coated in slick on display for chris.

you hallowed your cheeks as your tongue flattened along his shaft, feeling each and every vein pulse, his dick slowly sliding itself down your throat and lips wrapped around his base. matt’s gasps are chocked and overwhelmed, his body is tense and his arms are draped over the couch like he didn't know what to do with them.

"oh my g- fuuckk," he throws his head back and squeezes his glossy eyes shut, pulling deep groans from his throat.

your small whimpers vibrated throughout his whole body while chris absentmindedly rubbed tight circles on your sensitive clit, attention caught up in sparking up another blunt and the movie still playing on the tv. he finally looks over to see your curls messily scattered, in your eyes and getting caught in your mouth.

"don't be afraid to touch her matt, hold her hair, push her head down too, she likes that shit," he instructed before landing a harsh smack on your ass causing you to squirm on your knees and let out a breathy moan.

matt did as he said, gathering your hair, using his hand as a ponytail holder and bobbing your head up and down his throbbing cock. you were taking him so well, so deep– like you were made for this. both of your eyes rolling and sharp lewd noises echoed and bounced off the walls.

chris held you by the waist and inserted two thick fingers inside your drenched cunt, drawing out gasp from your lips and making your inner muscles flutter around his digits. your head falls back, removing matt's dick from your mouth with a pop, managing to stroke his length with the rhythm of chris' thrusts, yours and matt's moans blending together.

"your so sexy," matt pants out, looking up at you like you were some kinda goddess with a flushed face and dark eyes you stared back, getting lost in his pretty features. chris agreed, co-signing on the statement, "so fucking sexy, baby."

their praises worked to push you over the edge, rocking into his hand as he fucked his fingers hard and fast, his knuckles deep and relentless and matt groping at your breast rolling you hardened nipples at a teasing rate.

you gathered spit in your cheeks and let it trickles down on matt's tip– bright red and angry, much like you remember chris' to be, before kitty licking the pre cum from his slit and gently squeezing his balls.

"shhh-shit, oh fuck, im cu-mming."

he bucks his hips hard and a deep growl rips from his chest as his sticky cum covers your face, getting in your eyebrows, your eyelashes, covering your lips for you to lick clean.

your back arched and hands tightly clawed at matt's thighs, leaving little crescent indents from your nails. chris sent a few slaps directly to your clit, completely doing you in, arms collapsing and your head falling on matts chest as your creamy arousal coated chris' fingers.

their breathing eventually slowed, the only sound in the room being the soft tv long forgotten and hum of the ceiling fan. you leaned back on chris' chest, keeping your fingers laced with matt's and chris shifted to kiss your shoulder before reaching over you to dap up his brother while sucking you off his other hand.

he snorts a laugh, "y'good bro?"

matt returns with a lazy smile, eyes nearly shut, "hell yeah."

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˙ . ꒷ 🍓 . 𖦹˙— NEW FIC HERE... ✶ .ᐟ˙⋆

finally found the time to finish this so sorry it took a fucking year

this is challengers in my head i can take both at the same time, swear

anyways i think im gonna make a part two cs i want more

also searched high and low for a p-link to go with this and nothing would do 😼

enjoy!

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❛❛𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘❜❜ ⋆⸜ 🍓₊ ⊹ c.s + m.s

IN WHICH… matts been grumpier than usual so you and chris come to the conclusion that he needs some pussy

chris x reader (established relationship), matt x reader

the tv flickered throughout the living room , glowing on you and chris’ half-lidded faces while your curled up into each other, giggles shared in waves and passing a joint back and forth. then came a slam from the front door, jumping you out of peace and chris nearly dropping the joint.

matt stormed in like a clap of thunder, his hood up, jaw locked and shoes thudding across the floor.

“yo–” chris called with a lazy voice, “welcome back sunshine.”

he couldn’t bother to spare a single glance at the couple, stoned on the couch, just mumbling words that hardly made it past his clenched teeth. matt disappeared down the hall before either of you could get a word out, slamming the door shut again.

you turn to chris with a raised brow, he’s returning the same look, “he’s been moodier than usual right?”

chris nods his head while letting out a long exhale, tapping the ash into your glass dish. “kids been locking himself in his room, snapping at everyone like a fuckin’ asshole”

you giggle before stealing the joint from his fingers, “stop, he’s probably just in desperate need of some pussy”

chris snaps his fingers and face lights up like he’s just discovered some ground breaking epiphany. “oh shit, you’re right we gotta get him laid— or at least his dick sucked, who’d fuck matt?”

‘i will!’ your brain instantly sparked at the thought, one you’ve had for a while actually. silence falls between the two as names and faces raced through chris’ head and trying to find the right words raced through yours

your fingers fidgeted in your lap, knee frantically bounced, and lips twisted. the idea hovered in your chest like fire, hoping it wasn’t too much, but words already inching up your throat. you tucked your legs under yourself and grasped his bicep, “i don’t mind helping– only if it’s okay with you baby.”

he took a while to respond, licking his lips and leaning into you. it didn’t shock him— not really. he knew his girlfriend and the way your mind worked when you cared too much. he didn’t feel jealousy, didn’t feel like he was giving you up, if anything he felt trust— some unspoken comfort knowing it would be two people he trusted with his life. and it wasn’t like you were hiding it from him, you were open and honest which can was rare in modern relationships, and really fucking hot, if he was being real.

“you really wanna do that for him?”

you nod your head, “mhm, i actually have a conspiracy that you guys have the same dick, like it’d probably feel the same.”

His mouth tugged into a lazy grin before a quiet chuckle slipped out, “you think he’d even know what to do with you?”

“maybe not, but it’d be fun watching him try”

“you’re something else, ya know that?” chris twisted in his seat and called out toward the hallway, “matt, get out here!”

there was a pause then there he was, reappeared a minute later, brows furrowed and confusion painted across his face. “what’d you want?”

“come chill with us,” you send him a warm smile, patting the couch cushion beside you and holding the joint up for him to see.

matt exhales hard through his nose, like the idea of socializing was exhausting. he doesn’t say anything— just rolls his eyes, trudging over to the couch and snatching the joint from your hands as if he’s doing everyone a favor. he drops onto the seat with a grunt, legs spread wide and arms crossed.

you shift on your knees from chris to matt, eye level with his side profile, sharp and cold, watching him somewhat relax.

“you know we care about you a lot, right?” you started with a soft and teasing edge, “and we’ve always been so close..”

you voice was smooth like honey in his ears but not sweet enough to break his facade. matt hums low, head slightly tilted, brows pinched, and taking a slow drag of smoke.

“right”

“right, so hear me out…we think you’ve been a little on edge the past couple weeks–”

chris budges in, “she means you’ve been a bitch”

“i didn’t say that but yeah.”

chris’ hand remained on your thigh, steady and reassuring. not possessive— just present. matt takes notice before dropping his shoulders, “shut the fuck up, y’all are insane.”

“listen matt, we feel like you just need to get your dick wet, and i’m here to help, if you’re okay with it.” your voice gets higher has his glare strengthens.

“chris you hearing this?” matt shifts in his seat, glancing between you and chris, unsure if he’s allowed to be curious or not.

chris is sunken into the couch, man spread, and tracing circles on your skin. “mhm, don’t overthink it, she’s being generous.”

there’s a quick pause, then a breath through his nose, considering it more than he’d like to admit, but eventually giving in, “yeah, okay.”

your motions were swift and with purpose, you work to get matt’s pants off— boxers bunched around his ankles, chris also removing your articles of clothing and getting straight to it. your nose connected with matt’s pelvis and ass, perched up, pussy coated in slick on display for chris.

you hallowed your cheeks as your tongue flattened along his shaft, feeling each and every vein pulse, his dick slowly sliding itself down your throat and lips wrapped around his base. matt’s gasps are chocked and overwhelmed, his body is tense and his arms are draped over the couch like he didn't know what to do with them.

"oh my g- fuuckk," he throws his head back and squeezes his glossy eyes shut, pulling deep groans from his throat.

your small whimpers vibrated throughout his whole body while chris absentmindedly rubbed tight circles on your sensitive clit, attention caught up in sparking up another blunt and the movie still playing on the tv. he finally looks over to see your curls messily scattered, in your eyes and getting caught in your mouth.

"don't be afraid to touch her matt, hold her hair, push her head down too, she likes that shit," he instructed before landing a harsh smack on your ass causing you to squirm on your knees and let out a breathy moan.

matt did as he said, gathering your hair, using his hand as a ponytail holder and bobbing your head up and down his throbbing cock. you were taking him so well, so deep– like you were made for this. both of your eyes rolling and sharp lewd noises echoed and bounced off the walls.

chris held you by the waist and inserted two thick fingers inside your drenched cunt, drawing out gasp from your lips and making your inner muscles flutter around his digits. your head falls back, removing matt's dick from your mouth with a pop, managing to stroke his length with the rhythm of chris' thrusts, yours and matt's moans blending together.

"your so sexy," matt pants out, looking up at you like you were some kinda goddess with a flushed face and dark eyes you stared back, getting lost in his pretty features. chris agreed, co-signing on the statement, "so fucking sexy, baby."

their praises worked to push you over the edge, rocking into his hand as he fucked his fingers hard and fast, his knuckles deep and relentless and matt groping at your breast rolling you hardened nipples at a teasing rate.

you gathered spit in your cheeks and let it trickles down on matt's tip– bright red and angry, much like you remember chris' to be, before kitty licking the pre cum from his slit and gently squeezing his balls.

"shhh-shit, oh fuck, im cu-mming."

he bucks his hips hard and a deep growl rips from his chest as his sticky cum covers your face, getting in your eyebrows, your eyelashes, covering your lips for you to lick clean.

your back arched and hands tightly clawed at matt's thighs, leaving little crescent indents from your nails. chris sent a few slaps directly to your clit, completely doing you in, arms collapsing and your head falling on matts chest as your creamy arousal coated chris' fingers.

their breathing eventually slowed, the only sound in the room being the soft tv long forgotten and hum of the ceiling fan. you leaned back on chris' chest, keeping your fingers laced with matt's and chris shifted to kiss your shoulder before reaching over you to dap up his brother while sucking you off his other hand.

he snorts a laugh, "y'good bro?"

matt returns with a lazy smile, eyes nearly shut, "hell yeah."

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slushynoobz?! challengers?! i fear ur my new favorite person :p

ahh my twin, love when i can bond with another girl over my obsessions, talk to me about any of that 🤭

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im involve w everything u do WHATTT.

you’re such a cutie, muah muah muah 😚😚😚

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i woke up to this shit and went back to bed 😒

(she’s bad asf too🤧)

this just pissed me off gn

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i left for a single weekend and it’s ww3 yall what are we doingggg 😭😭

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Rafe and his girl going at it and she keeps telling him to go harder since she’s so needy and can’t get enough of him, so he turns her over into prone bone and it shuts her right up?

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HARDER.

You’re breathless beneath him, nails clawing at the sheets, hips rocking back for more.

❝Harder,❞ you whisper, again and again, your voice wrecked and whiny, wrecked from how long he’s had you like this. ❝Please, Rafe… harder. I can take it; I want it—I need it.❞

Your body shudders under him, every muscle taut, soaked in sweat and need. Rafe just grunts above you, a sheen of sweat on his golden skin, lashes wet and low as he watches you writhe, all desperate and ruined beneath him. He’s been fucking you for what feels like hours, the mattress soaked in sweat and slick, your body trembling and twitching, your brain gone soft. But it’s not enough. It never is. Not when it’s him.

You wiggle your hips, pushing back harder against him, your ass bouncing against his pelvis. ❝C'mon, baby, please, just fuck me harder, fuck me mean. Hit it, hit it right—please, Rafe, I’m so close, just—❞ Your voice pitches, shaking from the edge, high and needy. You sound so wrecked, so ruined, and all for him.

You reach back, clumsy and impatient, trying to guide his hand where you need it most—a little higher, your clit aching, begging to be pushed just right.

And he freezes. Just for a second. Then he groans low in his throat, a sound that curls your toes. He pulls out with a wet slap, only to grip your waist hard, fingers digging in like he owns you. And before you can protest, you’re flipped over like a ragdoll—pinned flat, chest smashed to the sheets, ass high, your thighs spread wide and dripping.

Prone bone.

He grabs your wrists, pins them up above your head, and lines himself up again. One deep, sharp thrust. That’s all it takes. You gasp—air sucked from your lungs—eyes rolling straight back.

He’s thick, so thick, and every inch of him bullies its way in like he’s trying to carve himself into your guts. You swear you can feel every pulsing vein, every angry throb of his cock slamming against your cervix. The angle’s brutal. Perfect. Makes your body seize up, your mouth open, but nothing comes out but a broken whine.

❝Not so mouthy now, huh?❞ He growls, voice smug, lips brushing your ear as his hips slam forward again.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The sound of skin-on-skin fills the room—wet, obscene, relentless. Your moans are all muffled now—your face buried in the pillow, tears slipping from your lashes, hands clawing at the sheets. He fucks you harder than before, faster too. Like he’s mad. Like he’s punishing you with it. Or spoiling you. Maybe both.

His hand sneaks under your belly, finds your clit, and rubs it just right—tight, messy circles, syncing perfectly with every brutal thrust. Your back arches. Your scream punches into the mattress.

❝That’s it, baby. Is that what you wanted? Huh? You want me to fuck you dumb?❞ You don’t answer. Can’t. You’re gone. Brain white noise. All you can feel is the stretch, the smack, the snap of his hips slamming into you. The slap of his pelvis against your ass. His cock dragging against every nerve, every soft spot inside you. He fucks you like you’re nothing but a hole, and you fucking love it.

His own moans are deep and broken now, hips stuttering, his breathing heavy and wrecked. You can feel him throb inside you, hot and pulsing. ❝You’re going to make me cum, baby, fuck… You're going to take it, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up?❞

You nod, a choked sob of a sound leaving you. Or maybe you just think you do. Everything’s so fuzzy. So hot. All you know is you want it. Need it. The way his hand is dragging over your clit and his cock is bullying your cervix—you’re right there. Then it hits you. You’re cumming again, hard. Harder than before. You scream, legs trembling, body locking up as your cunt clamps down around him, milking him.

Rafe lets out the prettiest, filthiest moan and slams in one last time, deep, his hips jerking against your ass as he cums. Hot and thick and so much. You feel every pulse of it flood inside you, his cock twitching as he fills you to the brim.

You stay like that—stuffed full, sticky, trembling under him. His breath hot on your neck, your body pulsing around him in aftershocks.

And all you can think is finally.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : hey angels, feel like i’m just so personally busy right now... anyways, thank you for this request! loved it so much, and i really appreciated how direct you were. also, had to look up prone bone, lol, but hey, we learn something new every day, right? love you all!

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire @browniepop62 @urcoolgf

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i’m blushinggg, muah muah muah 😚

I LOVE YOUR THEME

omg stawp . . . I love your theme sm, like its too cute. even you ask box is beautiful and I love he sonny angels

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lmaoo the pressure is onnn it’s coming guys😭

INCOMING CHRATT FIC INCOMING CHRATT FIC!!!

me writing this rn: yall im wet