ghostofbrock

[ghostofbrock]

🖤 content warning: 🖤 smut, heavy stepsibling kink, oral (f!receiving), begging, praise/degradation, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, a wink to daddy kink, roughdom!stepbro!chris, brattysub!stepsis

🖤 author's note: 🖤 hiiii it's @ariestrxsh and this is my backup account. as i bring this series to a close, i'd like to say sorry to my mom, sorry to god, and sorry to chris if you ever come across this depraved piece of writing. if you're not into the whole stepsibling kink, please don't read!!! here are parts one and two bc writing about stepbro!chris just once was simply not enough.

🖤 summary: 🖤 chris barges into the bathroom after your shower, and things get hot and steamy.

holdyourbreath part three

"What the fuck's takin' so long?" Chris pounded on the bathroom door with a closed fist, startling you as you stood in front of the mirror in your towel. You rolled your eyes at his impatience. "I'll be out in just a minute!" You yelled, with your mouth full of toothpaste.

"What are ya doing in there? It sounds like you're suckin' dick or somethin'," Chris chuckled through the barrier. You quickly pulled open the door and glared at your stepbrother. "I'm brushing my teeth. Asshole," you said with the toothbrush between your lips.

"What did ya just call me?" Chris asked through clenched teeth, pushing past you with ease and shutting the door behind him. "Hey," you said, spitting into the drain and rinsing out your mouth before you whipped around. "I'm not done in here."

"Y'are now because I need a shower," Chris said, tilting your chin up to look at him. "I still have to do my nightly skin care routine, and I need to shave," you stomped at him, swatting his hand away. He pushed you up against the sink, looked into your eyes, and pulled his shirt off over his head, discarding it onto the tile floor beneath the two of you.

"Why are you bein' such a fuckin' brat?" Chris asked, biting his lip at you and pushing a strand of your freshly washed hair behind your ear. You hated that he was turning you on, but you couldn't hide it from him. A look of desperation seeped through your otherwise unamused expression as your eyes dropped to his pretty mouth.

"You wanna kiss me?" Chris cooed, his lips moving closer to yours, but he stopped about an inch from your face, and you felt his warm breath as he spoke. "I can't kiss ya. You're my stepsister. It wouldn't be right." His lips curled into a devilish smile.

He was like forbidden fruit, and he'd never let you forget it. It's like he was taunting you. He'd stick his cock in every hole you had, but he wouldn't kiss you, because it was too romantic of a gesture. "You're dyin' to know what my lips feel like, aren't you?" Chris whispered, studying the neediness in your pout. You were silent, but your eyes confirmed his suspicion.

"I'm gonna show ya," he sneered at you, ripping your towel off of you, grabbing you by your waist, and setting you on the edge of the granite countertop. He fell to his knees and parted your legs, gazing up at you with his hypnotic stare.

"Tell me how bad ya want it," Chris cooed, spreading you open with his thumbs. "Please, Chris. Please lick it," you whined. "You're so wet," Chris gasped, admiring how turned on you were getting just from him taunting you.

"Please. I wanna know what your mouth feels like," you softly begged him, waiting for to acknowledge your desperation. He gave you a smirked before leaning in and closing the distance between your heat and his mouth, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

He roughly gripped your thighs while he made contact with your wet folds. His tongue lightly grazed your clit, and your whole body jerked at the sensation. His pillow soft lips enveloped your sensitive button, humming against it and extracting a few faint squeals from you.

He skillfully wiggled the tip of his tongue around, speeding up the pace of his licks and exploring your pussy in a way he hadn't yet. He couldn't get enough of your flavor or the way you writhed around beneath the feeling of his velvety mouth.

His movements became more jagged and aggressive while he listened to you softly singing the song of your pleasure, your pretty moans pouring from your lips like thick honey. Your hands traveled to the back of Chris' head, gently combing through his luscious mane of hair and feeling his locks softly pass through the space between your fingers.

His blue eyes gazed up at you, his stare filled with hunger and desire. He lapped up your drenched, intricate folds, drinking from you as if your pussy were a fountain with life-giving properties. You felt that funny feeling in your lower stomach, a sign that you were on the verge of pure bliss.

You arched your back slightly, moving one hand to grip the counter while the other reached for Chris' back. Your nails dragged across his flesh, leaving five, long red marks in their wake.

You had just taken a deep breath and were about to let out an unhindered and final moan before finishing on Chris' tongue when a knock at the bathroom door startled you both. You released your hold on the granite beneath you and threw your palm over your mouth, holding your breath.

"Honey? Are you in there?" Your dad's voice came through, sounding muffled through the barrier. You peered down at Chris wide-eyed, silently begging him to help you out. Chris deviously smiled up at you, remaining silent and continuing to work his tongue in your special place.

You did your best to compose yourself, realizing you were going to have to answer. You slowly removed your trembling hand so you could speak.

"Yes, daddy?" You called out, stabilizing the shakiness in your voice as much as you could. Chris quietly chuckled against your heat, secretly loving hearing you say that word while he was doing something so naughty to you.

"Have you seen your stepbrother?" Your dad wondered. "No, sorry! Haven't!" You exclaimed, keeping your responses short to better conceal what was happening on your side of the door. Your hand flew up and cupped your mouth again to deaden the sounds of the moans that were begging to escape your lips.

"Okay, no problem. Well, I'll let you get back to it!" Your dad responded, not knowing exactly what it was, and he started walking down the hallway back to another part of the house. "Chris! You're so mean," you hissed.

"Ya love it," he moaned against your sweet spot as all ten of your nails scraped against the skin of his shoulder blades again. He started to pull away, but you dug into his flesh even more. "Please don't stop. I'm begging you, Chris," you whimpered.

"Relax. I'm gonna let ya finish this time as long as you're a good girl for me, can ya do that?" Chris asked, glancing up at you. You nodded. He removed your legs from his shoulders, and he stood up.

He tugged down the waistband of his sweatpants, revealing his cock in all its glory, and you stared down longingly at it. He placed it at your entrance, but he didn't put it in yet, and your eyes flickered up at his, silently asking for him to keep going.

"What is it, princess? Ya got somethin' to say?" Chris cooed, teasing your folds with the head while he smirked at you. "Please, Chris," you mumbled, nibbling on your bottom lip. "Please what?" He asked, taking pleasure in your desperation.

"Please put it in," you whined in a needy voice. He obliged, only inserting the tip. "Chris," you hissed, getting fed up with all his teasing. "What is it, princess?" Chris cradled your face, trying to conceal his smug smirk.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and he loved feeling you squirm around as you tried to scoot forward on the counter to take more of him. "Don't go misbehavin' now. Use your words and ask me nicely," Chris sweetly responded, his hands wandering to your hips to hold you still.

"Please, Chris. Put it in all the way," you softly begged him, placing your hands on his chest and feeling his warmth. "Like this?" He asked, suddenly jerking his hips forward and sinking into your drooling hole as you let out a gentle whimper.

You felt disgusted with yourself every time you begged for him to fuck you, but never enough to keep yourself from doing it. You needed him, and he knew it.

You stretched around him as he snugly filled you. His movements were slow, but each thrust was powerful and hard. You felt your walls clench around him, and you hooked your arms underneath his, dragging your nails down his back again as he hit your gspot over and over.

"You're such a fuckin' slut. You can't get enough of me, can ya?" Chris grunted, reading you like a book. You squeezed your legs around Chris' hips, causing his thrusts to hit even deeper, your eyes rolling into the back of your head in response.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, anchoring you in place. He picked up the pace, using faster strokes while you whimpered into his ear. "Ya take my cock like such a good girl," he praised you, his breathing becoming more labored as its warmth hit the right side of your neck.

Chris admired your figure and the curve of your back in the mirror through his hooded eyes as he indulged in the pleasure your body gave him.

"Wonder if your friends would tease ya if they knew how often you think about me like this," Chris chuckled, mounting you while your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders.

"Wonder what my friends would think if I told them how well ya take cock. I bet they'd wanna test it out for themselves. And I bet you'd let them. It's not like you're picky. You'll even take your own stepbrother willingly, hmm?" His voice was thick with lust.

You loved the way he taunted you and degraded you, and for a moment, you thought his words might tip you over the edge. "Wonder what mom and dad would think if they knew what a little whore you are and how desperately you beg for it every time," Chris whispered, his lips tickling your earlobe as he spoke, sending shivers down your spine.

You threw your head back and let out a strangled moan, trying not to make too much noise while you clenched around him. With every stroke, you felt yourself become weaker, unable to hold on much longer. "Chris, please," you softly whined.

"Be a good girl and use your words, hmm? Please, what?" He asked in a sweet, condescending tone. "You know.." you responded quietly. "I can't read your mind, princess. I need ya to tell me. Need ya to beg for it," his lips curled into a smile, knowing you had you in the palm of his hand.

"Please let me finish, Chris," you begged him, started to spasm around his member. "Not so fast, princess. Beg harder," he growled. "Let me cum, Chris. I need it," you pleaded with him, your acrylics clawing down his back as you neared the finish line.

"Not yet. Control yourself like a good girl. Don't cum yet or else you're gonna be in big trouble," he breathlessly told you as he roughly snapped his hips forward, trying to make it hard for you as possible to obey him. "Chris," you hissed, feeling him throb inside of you.

He dismissed you, ignoring your pleas to finish and continued pounding away. You knew you needed to beg harder, but it felt so degrading every time you did, and you were always hoping he would give in before you.

He had a choke hold on you - figuratively and now literally. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around your neck and forced you to look him in the eye. "Be a good girl and beg for it before I don't let ya cum at all," he rasped a few inches from your face. You nodded.

"Please Chris. I'll do anything. Please let me finish," you wailed, desperate tears forming in your eyes. He loved watching you get so needy that you were crying for him, and he almost came at the sight of how pathetic you looked as you begged.

"That's it. Keep goin'," he encouraged you, your legs beginning to tremble around him. "Please. I can't take it. I need it, Chris. I need it so bad. I've been such a good girl for you," you softly whimpered, leaving behind physical marks of your torment in the form of red lines down more areas of his midback.

"You have been a good girl, haven't ya? Ya didn't even talk back to me this time. Ya must want it bad," he purred, his voice saturated with seduction. You hummed, nodding your head in response.

"Why don't ya finish all over my cock, princess? I know ya want to," he looked back at you with glazed over blue eyes, his jaw slacked, and pleasure written on his face. He was just as close as you were.

He reeled you in closer to him, placing his full lips on yours and moaning into your mouth as you finished onto his rod. His tongue gently grazed yours, and when he pulled away from the kiss, he had your bottom lip caught between his teeth, drawing a few drops of blood as he bit down.

You whimpered as your walls fluttered around his throbbing cock. Your orgasm erupted deep within your core, sending ripples of satisfaction through your nervous system.

His pretty sounds filled the room as he pulled out of you and started stroking it with his hand, watching his pearly white substance squirt out of the tip of his twitching cock and making a mess on your glistening pussy that was still clenching around nothing.

"Oh my god. Fuck, that was so hot," he said in a soft, sultry tone as a smile came creeping into his expression as he released his hold around your throat.

"I thought you said you weren't going to kiss me," you replied faintly, blushing and reaching up to brush your fingertips against your lips. "I couldn't help it. Your eyes were beggin' for it," he breathlessly answered you, pulling away and smirking as he cleaned off his cock with his t-shirt.

You closed your legs and hopped off the granite countertop and picked up your towel from off the floor to cover yourself. Once he started to recover from how hard he just came, he felt a stinging sensation on his back, and he turned around in front of the mirror, assessing the pain. He let out an annoyed sigh.

"Such a little slut, aren't ya? Marking me up with your nails? What am I supposed to tell people when they ask where I got these scratches, huh? Tell 'em I got 'em from my stepsister? Jeez, kid. Tell your nail tech to go shorter on the acrylics next time."

[ghostofbrock]

chris getting his licence!?

i need celebration sex in car with chris after he passed and matt and nick walked in on them 🤭🤭

love you blog btw 🩵

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, kissing, hair pulling, biting, scratching, unprotected sex, car quickie, oral (m rec), general filth

Word Count: 1.3k | unedited

✧*̥˚ 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 *̥˚✧

“Hey.” You smile as you answer the phone, “What’s up, baby?”

“Wanna go for a drive?” Chris asks and you get up, “I’ll be there in ten.”

“No, no.”

His words confused you, “Um, what do you mean no?”

“I’ll pick you up.”

Your eyes go wide and you gasp, “You passed!?“

“I passed, baby!” Chris laughs, “I’ll be there in a few, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, drive safe.”

You can hear the smile in his tone, “Always, ma.”

You hang up and shake your head, Christopher Sturniolo finally hit his license, and you couldn’t be more proud of him.

Your lip pulled between your teeth as you thought of the other possibilities. The advantages of Chris finally getting his license if you will.

After a few minutes, you get a text that Chris is there and you dart outside. You take a video as you walk up to his car, “Look who’s finally driving me around!”

“Hey, now. Don’t be teasing.” Chris laughs as you open the door, “Better late than never, alright!”

“That’s right.” You get in, leaning over to kiss him, “You look so hot behind the wheel.”

His cheeks flush and he shakes his head, smiling as he grabs his wallet, “Look at this bad boy!” He hands you his license and his picture is the best picture you’ve ever seen, “Holy fuck, Chris.”

“What? Is it that bad?”

You shake your head, “No, I’ve never seen a hotter license picture before.”

He smirks, snatching back the card before backing out of your driveway.

As he drives, you can’t help but look over at him, biting your lip and looking away as he would glance over.

“What?” He asks with a laugh, giving your hand a squeeze, “Still can’t believe it, huh?”

You shake your head, “Actually, no. Somehow this feel like this is a prank and once we get pulled over, I’ll be calling your brothers to bail your ass out.”

“That thing in my wallet is as real as can be, baby.” He laughs and you raise your brows, “That thing, baby. Is called a license.”

“Oh we’re getting technical now, are we?” He smirks over at you and you shrug, “I mean, I was thinking about getting something else, but..”

“Oh, oh. Okay. I see where this is going.”

“Do you?” You squint at him with a smirk and he shakes his head, “Nah, you’re gonna have to elaborate on that one for me.”

“Whoa. This car comes with a dictionary? I never heard you use such a big word before.” You tease and Chris sighs, “You know what.” He laughs before he can say anything else, “You know what, you’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“Does.. me being pretty mean we get to break in your new car quick?” You bite your lip as the car comes to a stop.

“You’re lucky we’re on a back road because if you did that on the main road-“

“Yeah I know.” He pulls off into the small clearing and puts the car in park, “Get over here.” He takes his seatbelt off as you take off yours and he moves his seat back as you climb over.

“Wow, roomy.”

“I know.” Chris raises his brows and pulls you in for a kiss. Your lips move in sync as you grind down on him, earning yourself a groan.

You smirk against his lips, gently biting down on his bottom one and pulls away.

“Fucking tease.” He mumbles as he works to undo his jeans. You smirk as you lift up your dress, pulling the fabric of your panties to the side, “I don’t have to be.”

“You wore this dress for a reason, didn’t you?”

You nod, gripping his shoulders, “You know me so well.” You smirk, collecting spit on your fingertips to coat the head of his cock with it before slowly lowering yourself down onto him.

He rests his head back, eyes fluttering shut as he moans, “Fuck.”

You let out a quiet moan as you lift up and sink back down, “Fuck, Chris.” You whimper, “always feels so good.”

His hands grip your waist, guiding you up and down as you lean in to kiss up and down his neck, moaning lowly in his ear.

Chris groans, his grip tightening, “Fuck, that’s it.”

You lean up, hand pressing against the window as your other holds you steady by pressing into the consol as you move quicker.

Your head tilts to the side, lips parted as moans leave them in a string, “I’m already so close.”

He smirks, “Is me.. driving that hot to you?”

You nod, “Oh yeah.” You lean forward, lips brushing against his, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you in your own car.”

He smirks, pulling you closer as he bucks his hips. His hand slides up to tangle in your hair, holding you still as his lips trail down your neck.

You moan out as you feel him suck a mark into your skin, moving down slightly to add another.

You wrap your arm around his neck, gasping out as your walls squeeze around him tight, “Fuck, yes yes.”

“You gonna come for me, hmm?”

You nod, whimpering in response, “I-I, yes-“ You drag your nails across his neck, moaning louder as you come undone on top of him.

“Good girl.” He whispers and you can’t help but smile. You press your lips to his, grinding down onto him and he moans, “Fuck, baby. You have me just about there.”

You slide your hand down his chest, pressing it in as you begin to bounce.

His hand slides up your back, fingertips pressing in firmly as he throws his head back against the headrest, “Fuck, fuck.”

“Let me know when you’re there, baby.” You whisper and he nods, “Okay, I- fuck-“

As quick as you can, you move off of him, climbing into your seat before leaning back over the consol, wrapping your lips around his cock.

He gasps, his hand lying on the back of your head as he comes, “F-fuck, fuck.” He pants, “Shit.”

You sit up, looking at him with a smirk, “Didn’t want you to make a mess in your new car, you know.” He smirks and nods, “Good thinking.”

He pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours as his hand sliding down your back, fixing your dress.

“Congrats on passing your drivers test.” You smirk against his lips, “that was fun.”

“Thank you baby, but I was nervous.” He laughs as he fixes himself, “Isn’t fucking in a car like illegal or something?”

“If you’re in a public space, I think. But..” you look around, “I don’t see anyone on this backroad, do you?”

Chris looks around, “Babe, I think you spoke, too soon.” He points behind him and you sigh, “Jesus Christ. Well there goes round two.”

He laughs and watches as the car comes to a stop beside him, “You’ve got to be joking.”

You watch as Matt and Nick appear as the window rolls down. You put the window down and Matt laughs, “What are you two doing, huh?”

“What are you doing?” Chris asks as he leans forward. Nick laughs, “Just wanted to make sure you were stuck in a ditch or something, but clearly, you were just stuck in something else.”

“Hey, hey. That’s not-“ you try to argue but Nick cuts you off, “tell that to the fresh hickies on your neck, y/n.”

Your hand flies up to your neck as you look at Chris with wide eyes and he sighs, laughing as he shakes his head, “Yeah, we’re not getting out of this one easy.”

You lean back, “I didn’t think so.”

✧*̥˚ 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 *̥˚✧

Thanks for reading! Sorry it was so short, but I hope you liked it! I love you all so much! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

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[ghostofbrock]

When the fic got breeding/bulge kinks and fire dialogue

[ghostofbrock]

never lose me ( m.s )

warnings: angsty(ish), breakup mentions, rejection, self love.

you didn’t expect to see him there.

the lights are dim, the bass heavy, and the crowd is buzzing with excitement. you’re lost in the rhythm of the music, feeling it reverberate in your chest, and for a second, you forget about everything else. about him. about the pain and the silent, slow burn of losing something you thought you’d never have to. but then, like a cruel twist of fate, you turn to your right, and there he is — standing a few feet away, caught up in the same electric atmosphere, speaking with his brother.

you pause for a moment, the music fading into a distant hum. your heart skips, not because of him, but because of the surreal way life always finds a way to bring people back into your orbit, even when you think you’ve left them behind.

his eyes catch yours. those fucking glasses. god. there’s a flicker of recognition, of guilt maybe, but you’re done with that. you’ve long since stopped holding on to whatever was left of your hope for him. you are more than the girl who once looked at him like he was everything. now, you see him as just another person. who didn’t deserve you.

you take a deep breath and turn your head back to the stage. tyler’s voice booms through the speakers, the opening beats of chromakopia shaking the ground beneath your feet. you let it fill you, drowning out everything else.

until you feel it — his presence. behind you. hovering just over your shoulder, like a shadow that’s suddenly too close. the air grows heavier, and the rhythm of the music seems to distort, the bass now a reminder of how much space has closed in between you.

“i didn’t think i’d see you here,” his voice is tentative, like he’s waiting for you to react, to let the hurt spill out, to let him back in.

you just shrug.

“why not? he’s a favorite of mine,” your voice is steady. too steady. but there’s a fire underneath, and he doesn’t know it. he doesn’t know how far you’ve come since he decided you weren’t worth his time, how many times you’ve reminded yourself of your own worth in the months after the breakup.

“look,” he starts again, “i.. i didn’t think we’d end like that,”

you turn to him slowly, your gaze cold. “you didn’t think,” you repeat his words, letting the weight of them settle between you both. “that’s the problem, isn’t it? you never thought,”

he doesn’t respond right away, but you can see the tension in his shoulders, the regret flashing across his face. it’s the same regret he should have felt when he let you go, when he dismissed you like you were a temporary thing, a filler. but that was then, and this is now.

“you were always good enough,” he says, the words stumbling out, trying to patch the holes of his own selfishness. “i was just.. i don’t know. i didn’t appreciate you like i should’ve,”

you laugh, not with humor, but with the kind of disbelief only time can provide. “well, now you know what it feels like,” you don’t look at him. you focus on the stage ahead of you, his voice now soaring, taking over the space, filling the gaps in your heart that he used to occupy.

“i miss you,” his voice cuts through the music, soft but steady.

you freeze, your fingers tightening around the edge of your phone in your pocket. the words hang in the air like a weight, pulling your attention back to him.

you don’t turn right away, but you hear him take a breath behind you, almost like he’s bracing himself. “i know i fucked up. i know i didn’t give you the space you needed when you were hurting, and i should’ve done better. i should’ve seen you,”

you stand still, the crowd swaying around you, the bass heavy but distant now. “so why are you telling me this now?” you ask, keeping your voice calm, but there's a sharpness to it that you can't hide. “why now? after everything? you think you get to say that and just... undo what happened?”

there's a long pause and you watch him shift, the weight of his regret like a physical thing that presses into your back.

“no,” he says quietly. “i don’t expect you to forgive me. but i need you to know that i see it now. i see what i lost. i see what i did to you. and i was too blind, too selfish to realize.. you,”

his words hit you, harder than you’d like to admit. but you don’t let them sway you. not anymore.

“you think that makes it better?” you turn now, finally facing him, and the words come out like a challenge, like a dare. “just because you finally figured it out, that doesn’t fix anything. it’s a little late for pity don’t you think?”

he winces, but doesn’t look away. “i know it’s too late for anything to go back to what it was. i’m not asking for that. i just need you to know that i know that i fucked up, and i’m sorry. i let you down, and you deserved so much more than that,”

you don’t say anything at first, just let his words hang in the space between you. the music rages on around you, but it feels like you’re suspended in a moment where time has slowed, where you’re finally hearing the words you needed to hear all along. but even with the honesty in his voice, the pain, the regret, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re no longer the person who needs him.

“i know my worth,” you say, your voice low, cutting through the silence. “i’m not the girl who waits for people to figure it out. i don’t need your apologies to move on. i’m not here to be your lesson,”

he looks at you, eyes searching, but you stand firm. “i’m better without you. i was better without you, even when i didn’t know it,”

the words taste bitter as you say them, but you let them land between you like a final punctuation. a boundary he can’t cross.

there’s a long pause, but he doesn’t argue, doesn’t try to justify himself anymore. instead, you see something shift in his expression — something like acceptance, something that looks like the weight of what he’s lost finally hitting him.

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[ghostofbrock]

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Blunt Edges: C.S.

The apartment was dead silent except for the faint buzz of the old fridge in the corner. You sat on the couch, arms crossed, your leg bouncing restlessly. The TV was on, but you weren’t watching it—your eyes were glued to the clock on the wall. 3:07 AM. Chris still wasn’t home.

Your phone sat on the table, face up, mocking you with its lack of notifications. No texts. No calls. Nothing. The worry that had been simmering for hours had twisted into a knot of anger and frustration. Where was he? Why hadn’t he called? The excuses he’d have this time were already running through your head, and you were ready to let him have it.

The front door finally creaked open, and Chris swaggered in, the smell of weed hitting you before you even saw his face. His hood was pulled up, and his jeans hung low as he kicked the door shut behind him. A blunt burned between his fingers as he leaned against the wall, smirking like nothing was wrong.

“Chris,” you said sharply, standing up from the couch. “Where the hell have you been?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, taking a slow drag from the blunt. “Don’t start, Y/n,” he said, exhaling the smoke lazily. “I’m here now, ain’t I?”

Your blood boiled at his nonchalant tone. “It’s three in the morning! You didn’t call, you didn’t text—do you even care how worried I was?”

Chris snorted, brushing past you and dropping onto the couch like he owned the place. “You worry too much, ma. I was handling business. Chill with all that nagging.”

“Business?” you repeated, following him, your arms still crossed. “You come home reeking of weed, acting like this is normal—what kind of business is that?”

He leaned back, spreading his arms along the back of the couch, the blunt still between his fingers. “You don’t need to know about all that. Stay in your lane, Y/n. I got this.”

“Stay in my lane?” you snapped, your voice rising. “I’m your girlfriend, Chris! If you think I’m just gonna sit here and—”

Chris cut you off, his voice loud and sharp. “Yo, why you always gotta be in my face about shit? I’m out here doing what I gotta do, and you wanna act like my damn mom or something.” He stood up, towering over you, his posture tense. “I’m a grown-ass man. You don’t run me.”

Your jaw clenched as anger bubbled over. You reached out and slapped the blunt right out of his hand, sending it flying onto the floor. “Don’t talk to me like that!” you yelled, your voice trembling with frustration. “I know you’re in a gang, Chris. Don’t even try to deny it.”

His whole demeanor shifted. He stepped closer, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous tone. “Watch your mouth, Y/n. You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Don’t play dumb with me!” you shot back, standing your ground. “I’ve seen the bruises, the way you disappear for hours, the shady people you hang around. I’m not stupid, Chris.”

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “You don’t know shit. You think you can stand there, judging me? You don’t know what I’ve been through, what I’ve had to do to survive.”

“Then explain it to me!” you said, your voice breaking. “Instead of coming home at three in the morning, high out of your mind, acting like none of this matters.”

Chris clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t owe you shit, Y/n. I’m out here risking my life, making moves, and you wanna sit here and lecture me? You don’t get it.”

“No, Chris, you don’t get it!” you snapped, your own frustration boiling over. “This isn’t just about you. I’m the one who has to sit here, wondering if you’re alive or dead, if the cops are gonna show up at my door or if some rival gang is gonna—”

“Yo, shut up with that bullshit!” he yelled, his voice booming over yours. “You don’t know how it works. I don’t need you worrying about me. I’ve been doing this long before you came around, and I’ll keep doing it with or without you.”

The room went silent for a moment, both of you breathing heavily, the weight of his words sinking in. You stared at him, tears stinging your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

“If you don’t care about me or this relationship enough to change, then maybe you don’t deserve me,” you said quietly, the hurt in your voice cutting deeper than any yell.

Chris’s jaw tightened, his tough exterior faltering for just a second. But instead of apologizing, he scoffed, shaking his head. “Whatever, Y/n. Do what you gotta do. I’m out.”

He grabbed his keys and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. You stood there, shaking with anger and heartbreak, the smell of weed still lingering in the air.

a/n: If you'd like a part two tell me.

[ghostofbrock]

CAN YOU PLEASE DO Matt sturniolo x reader and Matt comes home drunk and it’s A REALLY BAD AGRUEMENT and they break up but Matt’s shows up to readers house with flowers and all that like 2 days later ( like begging for her back)

Warnings: strong language, arguing, break up, Matt being drunk, hurtful things being said, making up, sad beginning but happy ending

Word Count: 3.1K | unedited

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３：２７ ｐｍ

You arrived a little early to Matt’s place. Your date that he planned wasn’t until four, but he never minded when you came over early.

He had plans to go out with some friends for lunch, but you thought he’d be back by now.

He wasn’t, which was kind of weird. Matt was always on time for your dates.

You shrugged to yourself, walking over to sit on the couch as you pulled your phone from your pocket, texting Matt, Hey, I’m at your place. I know I’m a little early, I’m just wondering when you’ll be back. Reservation is at 4:15. Love you!

You waited a few seconds, watching to see if he’d read it like he usually does, but he doesn’t. You purse your lips, taking a deep breath, “Maybe he’s driving.”

You tilted your head, texting Nick, Hey, have you talked to Matt? We’re supposed to go to an early dinner and then a movie but he isn’t at your place. I’m here now.

Nick replies instantly, No, last I knew he was going out to meet his friends he hasn’t seen in a while for lunch, haven’t heard from him since noon maybe? Try Chris.

You text him back a quick thank you before moving on to Chris, Hey, just wondering if you spoke to Matt. We’re supposed to go out to eat soon and I’m at your guy’s place now and Matt isn’t here.

Chris gets back to you a few minutes later, He actually just texted me a few minutes ago saying he was at the Prizer Bar.

“The Prizer Bar?” You furrow your brows, texting Chris back, Did he say if he was on his way here or something?

Chris answers immediately, Nothing like that, his texts were actually kind of fucked so I think he’s been drinking.

You take in a shaky breath, “Great.”

You tap your screen, Thanks Chris.

You go back to Matt’s thread, taking a deep breath as you text him again, Hey, did you forget about our date?

And then another one, hello? Matt.

Radio Silence.

４：０１ ｐｍ

Matt wasn’t a drinker, and if it was the friends you thought he was with, it wasn’t going to end up good.

You hesitate to click the call button, exhaling as you bring it to your ear.

It rings, and rings, and rings, and then you finally end the call, moving to text him. You were shaking, your heart was racing.

You weren’t sure what was happening, but you needed to know, Matthew. Where are you? We’re going to be late for dinner.

Nothing.

You try to call him again - rings, and rings, and rings.

Matt, please. I’m starting to get worried. Please call me back or text me, something.

You pace back and forth, laying a hand on your forehead as you try to relax, but nothing is working.

You try to call him again, this time straight to voicemail.

You clench your jaw, anger radiating through your body as you stop pacing, “What the fuck ever.”

You walk over to sit down on the couch, your leg bouncing a mile a minute. You wanted to leave, but you also wanted to make sure he got home okay.

４：１９ ｐｍ

No worries, take your time. Our reservation time is nonexistent now, you slam your phone down on the couch, picking it back up to add more, I genuinely hope ditching me and making me wait here worried sick about you was fucking worth it, because after this, I think I’m done, Matt.

As soon as you hit send, you hear the front door open and you snap up on your feet.

You walk over, laughter and chattering of guys growing louder as they make their way into the house, dragging a half alive Matt with them.

“Whoa, hey. You must be..” the Carter tilts his head, “Hold on it’s on the tip of my tongue.”

“Y/n.” You snap, returning your glare to Matt who slowly lifts his head and gives you a smirk. You roll your eyes, “Thank you, Carter, but I can take it from here.”

“Oh-ho-ho, someone’s angry.” He laughs, “Time to go boys. We’re not staying for this.” Carter pats Matt on the back and leans him up against the counter, “Good luck, Sturnzie.”

The three other guys file out the door, but Carter stops, turning around to toss you Matt’s phone, “Oh yeah, he might forget that we took it and turned it off because it was guys afternoon, so he probably didn’t get any of your texts.. or calls..”

“Asshole.” You shake your head, glancing down at it as the front door clicks shut.

“Now.. I know what you’re gonna say..” Matt stands up, gripping the counter, “And I just want to say, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” You laugh, “Sorry for what? Standing me up. Making me look like some sort of crazy fucking girlfriend because you couldn’t do the simplest thing?”

Matt scoffs, “I couldn’t do the simplest thing? Yeah, cause this is my fuckin’ fault.”

“How is it not, Matt? Like honestly, we’ve had this reservation and movie tickets for a fucking week. You were just telling me last night how exited you were about going on this date, were you not!?”

“I dunno, I just.. I don’t know, y/n.”

“You don’t know about what? How exited you were, or about being with me in general?” You tilt your head and he looks at you, giving you a shrug, “Y/n, m’not gonna lie, Carter got me so fucked up, my car is.. fuck.” He laughs, “I don’t even know where that fucking thing is.”

“Oh. I don’t know. Probably in the bar parking lot.” You shake your head, “You know what, I sent you a text, and I’m sticking by it. Oh wait.” You walk over to Matt, “You don’t even know what it is because you pushed your girlfriend to the back burner for some asshole first boys who couldn’t even give a rats ass about you.”

You slam his phone down on the counter and walk over to grab your purse.

“I tried to tell them no, okay. I tried.” Matt huffs, “They took it and wouldn’t give it back.”

“So I wasn’t enough for you to put up a fight for it and leave?” You turn around and cross your arms, “Huh?”

“No, that’s not-“ Matt tilts his head back and groans, “For fucks sake, that’s not at all what I’m saying.”

“Seems more of like what your actions are telling me, Matt.” You grab your purse, throwing it on your shoulder, “Not coming home when you had premade plans with your girlfriend. Ignoring her texts, calls, even your brothers texts.”

“You texted my brothers?” He looks at you and you laugh, “Yeah, I did. Because they even know you’re not much of a drinker and somehow Matthew Sturniolo was out getting fucking plastered in the middle of the fucking day.”

“Why were you texting them? They didn’t need to be-“

You cut him off, “We were all worried about you Matt, but apparently..” You take a deep breath, trying not to let the tears win, “That isn’t enough for you, so fuck me for caring.”

Matt looks away from you, closing his eyes as his grip on the counter tightens.

“What?” You sniffle, “If you have something to say fucking say it now because once I leave, I’m not coming back.”

He snaps his head towards you, “You don’t mean that.”

You shrug, “If that’s all you have to say, then I guess we’ll see now won’t we.”

You turn, forcing yourself to walk to the door and open it. You hesitate for a second, hoping Matt would say something, but to your shock, he doesn’t.

You slam the door behind you, the tears you’ve been holding onto flowing free.

You see a car pull up, Chris and Nick filing out of the back.

“Is he home?” Chris asks as he walks up to you, and you wipe your face, “Yeah, he’s fucking d-drunk.” You take a deep breath, “I broke up with him, so. Might want to check on him.”

“What- wait, wait.” Chris walks up to you, “What do you mean you broke up with him?”

Nick lays a hand on your back and you sniffle, “He didn’t put up a fight, fucking Carter and his stupid ass buddies took his phone and deliberately got him drunk and Matt let them.”

“I never liked Carter.” Nick mumbles, “I’m sorry. If you want-“

“No, there’s nothing you guys can do. Just.. go check on him. I need a few days.” You yank your car door open and get in.

Chris and Nick watch as you back out of the driveway before turning and going to the house.

And that was the start of radio silence.

After you left their house, you went home and cried for a few hours, then pulled yourself together to order some dinner.

You only got through half before you started crying again.

You didn’t answer any texts, calls, nothing. It was evident that Matt turned his phone on and seen all your texts because you’ve gotten a text every twenty minutes it seemed, and a phone call every now and then.

So you decided to just turn your phone off.

You went to your room, laying down on your bed and cried yourself to sleep.

You woke up early, it was four when you turned your phone back on, and since it was off, all of your texts and missed calls flood in all at once.

Five from Nick.

Three from Chris.

A few from two of the friends you told on your way home yesterday, and last but not least, fourty seven texts from Matt.

Mostly all repeating the same things over and over again, I’m sorry baby please, please text me back, please call me, let me tell you how sorry I am, please pick up.

You roll your eyes as you scrolled down, reminding yourself that you didn’t deserve to be treated this way, even though you knew there was a chance you’d take him back.

You texted Nick back, I turned my phone off and went to bed.

You texted your two friends back and tosses your phone down beside you, letting out a sigh as you stared up at the dark ceiling.

You didn’t want to break up with him, you didn’t want to walk out on him in his condition. You did feel bad, but you knew he would be fine. Nick and Chris were there.

You also felt like he needed to know that you weren’t playing around. This wasn’t just some relationship. You actually loved him, and you were planning on telling him last night when you made him do that Photo Booth thing at the movie theater, but the chance never came.

You phone vibrates and you pick it up, chewing your cheek as you see Matt’s name across your screen.

You silence the buzzing and toss it back down, rolling away from it.

Tears form and fall and you once again enter the cycle of letting everything out at once before you lay there with nothing else to give.

Later on in the day, you managed to distract yourself by cleaning your apartment. You vacuumed. Dusted. Washed your bed set. Wiped down your counters and stands, and even went through your fridge.

You ordered lunch, obviously having it delivered because you wouldn’t, couldn’t, go out into public with how puffy your face was from crying.

You haven’t checked your phone for hours, you honestly didn’t have any care to. You needed time to put yourself first, think about if taking Matt back was the right thing to do.

You let Nick know you were fine, or at least somewhat okay, and that was enough for you.

You ate your lunch while you watched your show, keeping it together for the most part. Every now and then, someone on the tv would say something that reminded you of Matt and mostly, you missed him.

You knew he probably needed something like this, his schedule is usually full with filming and planning out future videos and what not, but at the same time, you couldn’t comprehend on why it has to be yesterday of all days.

The rest of the night was boring and kind of lonely. You found yourself fighting the urge to text him and tell him to come over, but you opted, more like convinced yourself, that one more day without him would suffice.

You ended up knocking out early, all of the crying you did the last day and a half wore you out, plus all the cleaning.

You slept until the next morning, waking up to more texts and missed calls from Matt and the few others who knew about the situation.

You shook your head, letting out a sigh as you peel yourself up off the couch from where you pass out.

You turn your gaze to your windows, noticing how the day matches your mood.

Miserable and gloomy.

As you made your way to the bathroom for a much needed shower, a loud knocking on your door catches your attention and you freeze, letting out a sigh.

“Y/n.”

Matt’s voice instantly brought tears to your eyes.

“Y/n, y/n please. Open the door.”

“G-go away, Matt.” The words stung as they rolled off your tongue, “I-I can’t.”

“No, y/n. Please, I- I need to tell you how sorry I am, you didn’t deserve that. I’m so sorry, baby. Please.”

You walk over to the door, hesitantly reaching for the knob, “I’m sorry, Matt. I-“ you suck in a shaky breath, whispering to yourself, “Jesus Christ.”

“Y/n, please. I’m so, so sorry. I want- I need you to know that I’m so sorry and I know you didn’t deserve that. I just need to know that you’re okay.”

You scoff at his words, “I’m fine.”

It’s quiet, the muffled sound of the heavy rain filling the dreaded silence.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I-ill go. I’m sorry. I love you.”

You tilt your head up toward the ceiling, letting out a sigh before whipping open the door, “Matt, wait.”

He stops, turning around, the rain falling down hard on his already soaked frame. You slowly step down your steps, your eyes on the big bouquet of flowers in his hands, “Why did you do it?”

You look back up at him, the rain quickly drenching your own body and hair, “If I’m important to you, tell me why you couldn’t have put up a fight for me, for us.”

He shrugs, “I wanted to leave, y/n. I really did. But on top of taking my phone, they took my keys, too, and I felt like I really didn’t have a choice. I tried to get them back, but-“ he shakes his head, “I don’t have a good enough reason, not one that sounds good, at least.”

You chew on your lip, “I didn’t want to have to do what I did, but with the way you treated me after you got home, the way you let your so called friends treat me.. I felt like I had no other choice but to walk away.”

“I called Carter today, told him that that was the last time I ever wanted to do anything with him.” Matt keeps his stare on you.

“Did you tell him why that was?” You tilt your head, looking around, “I’m sure he asked for a reason.”

“Because he ruined the best thing to have ever happened to me. He costed me the best relationship Ive ever had.” His voice breaks, “He made me lose my best friend.”

The tears mix with the rain on your cheeks, “I-“ you wipe your face, “I don’t know if-“

“No, please, please don’t say that.” Matt walks up to you, “Please let me fix this, I don’t care how long it takes, I’ll do whatever you need, what ever it takes. I dropped Carter and the others, I told Chris and Nick that I’m going to take a break from shooting videos because you’re more important to me than sitting in front of a camera.”

“Do you really mean that?” You look up at him, your heart hurting more as you see the sincerity and his own hurt in his eyes.

“Yea.” He sniffles, “I mean that more than anything.”

“You know, I was going to tell you I loved you yesterday.. I was going to make you do one of those Photo Booth things because I wanted the first time we said that to be special. I’m not saying that to make you feel bad, I’m just saying it because I’m pissed that you said it first.”

You give him a small smile and he laughs slightly, smiling back at you, “Every time you say those words to me, it will be like hearing them for the very first time all over again.”

You reach out and he takes your hand, “I’m sorry, y/n. I truly mean that. I fucked up, majorly fucked up, and I’m ready to spend however long it takes to make it up to you.”

“I do love you, Matt. I really do.” You shake your head, “I hated walking out yesterday, but-“

“I would have done the same thing.” He shakes his head, “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself.” He steps closer, your hand still in his, “I love you, so fucking much. Like, you genuinely have no idea.”

“I love you.” You nod, smiling as he leans in to press a kiss to your lips.

He leans back, “What do you say we do a redo? I’ll take care of everything?”

You nod, “I’d like that.” You lean around him, “Did you go get your car?” You look back at him as he shakes his head, “No, I’ve been home beating myself up for doing this to you.”

“How did you get here?”

“I walked, ran.” He shrugs, “Getting to you first was more important than getting my car.”

You smile, “Come on. Let’s get you dry and then we can go get your car.”

He stops you from walking away, “Here.” He hands you the flowers and you take them, “These are my favorite.”

“I know. That’s why I got them.” He smiles and pulls you into him, holding you tight, “I’m so sorry. Please know that.”

You give him a squeeze and let out a sigh, “I know.” You lean back, “Now come on.”

“Right behind you.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so much! I will catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[ghostofbrock]

𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚄

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𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍

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𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜: 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 16 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜.

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎: 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚅𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎.

A/N - truly worried for myself after this post. Especially when I tell you, I may come back to this after Christmas so I can focus on my writing for 6 Days of Christmas. But we'll have to see about that.

Please know I love you even though I'm torturing you 🫶🏼

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[ghostofbrock]

can you please write a crazy fanfic where billie is like a fuckboy and she meets reader at a house party in LA and wants her so bad but reader plays hard to get and they end up having sex at hers and billies friend is in the room but billie doesnt gaf ? <3

FOR TONIGHT | b. eilish.

ꨄ︎ this is probably the filthiest thing i’ve ever written. read at your own risk!

house parties were usually never your thing until you met charli.

you had bumped into the pop star in your coffee shop once while running late to work, and somehow the both of you sparked up a conversation when you muttered something (mostly derogatory) about your manager under your breath, earning a laugh from the girl, and ultimately leading to your undying friendship.

ever since the two of you became friends, charli had pulled your buried, most innermost extroverted parts out, dragging you along to house parties and clubs with various famous people— from actors to DJs, you had your fair share of once in a lifetime interactions.

tonight, you currently sat on the floor of your best friend’s room, finishing off the wing of eyeliner that boldly lifted your cat eyed look. you were clad in a lacy spaghetti string top and a pair of short brown leather shorts, a pair of boots that you borrowed from charli waiting for you by her vanity— which she was currently sitting at, finishing off her makeup.

“you ready for this party tonight?” she asked you, turning around in her rolley chair to offer you a wiggle of her eyebrows, excitement glossing over her eyes, “i’m so excited, we haven’t been out in ages.”

“i don’t know,” you shrugged honestly, standing up and lazily dragging yourself to a spot on her king-sized bed, careful not to get any of your makeup on her pure white sheets. “i feel like it’s just another party we’re going to, nothing too special.”

charli turned her attention back to the mirror and applied her blush in gentle but swift movements, a pinky tint beginning to blossom against her cheeks as she called out to her alexa to shuffle her getting ready playlist. when it turned on some of her notorious house music, she bopped from side to side, speaking loudly over the beat, “you’ll have fun tonight, though— it’ll probably be more chill than usual!”

you rolled your eyes, because charli’s chill and your chill were on opposite sides of a spectrum. but you couldn’t even protest because you swore up and down you’d stop being so damn antisocial, and actually try going out again for once, though it made you cringe at the thought of stepping out of your comfort zone.

it didn’t take long for your best friend to finish getting ready, and when the both of you had your bags in hand and empty shot glasses discarded in the sink from your pregame, you strutted out the door and made your way to the uber that waited outside her door. you yanked the car door open and greeted the driver, who was a young-looking man with fierce blue eyeshadow and curly blonde hair. he was sweet and genuine when he said hello back, pulling off into the road and typing the address into the GPS.

anxiety began to bubble in your chest, but not because you were scared— it was mainly because charli wouldn’t let you be a debbie downer and not drink or dance with her tonight. it wasn’t that you weren’t in the mood, but it had been so long that you just felt like you were out of your element.

“i’m fuckin’ pumped!” she hooted from the seat next to you, reaching into her bag and pulling out a small glass of pink liquid, and you furrowed your eyebrows at her when you realized that the liquid was actually pink whitney.

“charli,” you mumbled, mostly out of second hand embarrassment for the poor driver, “did we not just pregame?”

she shook her head as you arrived at the party, insinuating that the shot you both took together wasn’t enough for her. your eyes widened as the car came to a stop— this house was huge.

you didn’t even really know who was throwing the party, just that you were invited, but whoever it was clearly had enough money to spend it on this huge, all black penthouse. cars were lined up and down the driveway and road, ranging from bentleys to ferraris and porches, and your stomach twisted when you saw a couple familiar faces walking in and standing in the lawn with red solo cups in their hands.

charli picked up on your anxiety and rubbed your back as you both thanked the driver and exited the vehicle, “relax a bit, love, we’ve done this before.”

“that isn’t as comforting as you think.” honesty is laced in your voice as charli shrugs at you, hand on the small of your exposed back, leading you inside. the lights were completely off except for a few LEDs here and there. people were all over the place, from corners in the living room to people gambling in the living room, and the secular atmosphere made you tense up a little bit. it had been so long since you had been to one of these functions, and at first, you weren’t sure you were going to survive.

however, about an hour into the night, you had thanked charli a million times over for getting a little liquor in your system. you weren’t drunk, but you were tipsy enough to where every nervous atom in your body told you that being timid was just a suggestion, not a command. you were pretty much all over the place now— cutting up on the dance floor with charli, carrying on with some of your friends— it made every tense moment soften up.

you were dancing and singing loudly to whatever was playing on aux when the beat suddenly switched to more of a synthy sound, and you immediately recognized charli’s voice that was amplified from the speakers above.

“hey billie, you there?”

you thought it was slightly ironic that they were playing her own music at the party, but you just shrugged as you weaved yourself through the thick crowd, making your way over to the drink station.

you were waiting patiently for your drink when you heard a familiar voice behind you, and then someone’s warm skin connecting with your own on your exposed legs. you turned around and met eyes with none other than billie eilish, who was offering you a small grin as she held her red solo cup next to you, swishing the liquid in it around a few times, “didn’t expect to see you here, angel.”

you spun around on your heel, your face just inches away from her own as she took a sip of her drink, still holding eye contact with you over the rim of her cup. the way she looked at you— lowly and dark with her blue eyes sparkling in the sparse light, it made a unfamiliar heat crawl up your neck as you sucked in a breath, “eilish. nice to see you.”

“definitely nice to see you,” billie giggled, irises scanning you intensively as she leaned up against the marble counter next to her, “you look really fucking good.”

“for someone you’ve only met a couple times before this, you’re awfully bold.” you swallowed with a laugh, downing another shot as the alcohol burned your throat, making you let out a quiet cough. you smacked the shot glass against the counter and smirked at billie, “and for the record, i’m not really into the bold type.”

billie titled her head as you started to walk away, though you fully expected her to follow you— and you were right. her footsteps were close behind yours as you muttered apologized throughout the large crowd, finally settling on escaping through a pair of big glass doors, stepping out into the warm california air, perching against the balcony.

the teal eyed girl eventually leaned closer to you, her smirk widening as she took another sip out of her cup, “well, good thing i’m not all that bold, just persistent.”

you roll your eyes, “can’t you just go torture some other girl?”

“only if you admit that you like the attention first.”

although she was annoying, billie lived up to her word that she was extremely persistent with her wits. you ignored her attempt to flirt and reached into your leather handbag, fishing out a cigarette and a lighter. as you grab one and take a thick drag, billie pouts at you, but you shrug off her half-irritated expression. the faint orange glow from the end of your cigarette illuminates against your face, and you turn your head and exhale your smoke when you hear billie speak.

y’know that’s gonna kill you, right?”

a shrug is all you offer to her, letting it be known that her opinion was absolute last on your list of things to consider.

“hope it does,” you speak coolly, “so i can get away from you,” you seethe with obvious annoyance laced within your tone, but it doesn’t make billie stop her advances. she just watches as you smoke, admiring the waning sunset and the chatter of people’s voices muffled over the sound of music playing from inside the house. the silence is comforting until of course, billie breaks it, “okay damn, do you always have an attitude like this?”

“only when people think they can tell me what to do.” your reply backs up the action of you bringing your cig up to your lips to take another puff, almost to prove a clear point to billie, who’s watching you with intense eyes. she shoves her hands into her pockets nonchalantly, “m’kay, miss hard to get— what do i have to do to make you not hate me?”

“probably die.”

“ouch. but you’re not as scary as you think, angel.”

her words piss you off, but mainly because there isn’t much of a false statement within them. you weren’t scary at all, but you were mainly just annoyed and too almost-drunk and cigarette buzzed to give a damn about whatever she was saying. everytime you saw her at a party, it was this— her trying to hit on you, you refusing but in a flirtatious way, and then you went about your business. but there was something enigmatic about her advances now that made your skin tingle, especially when she looked at you with those fucking icy blue eyes.

you finished off your cigarette and threw it on the wooden floor below you, smushing the butt of it with your booted heels, a sigh passing through your swollen lips. billie spoke again, a little more softer this time, but her voice still intense as always.

“why do you play so damn hard to get, y/n?”

the question makes words of honesty roll of your tongue, the feeling of intoxication rolling over you like a small wave as you spoke lowly, “honestly, it’s just fun watching you try this hard.”

billie laughed at that, the sound smooth and sultry, and stepped closer, her body nearly brushing against your own, making your breath hitch slightly in your throat.

“be careful, baby,” she warned, her voice soft, but still weaved with her usual tone of challenge and determination, “i’m not sure you really understand what you’re getting into.”

your eyes locked with hers as she spoke, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how serious she was, yet how stupid she sounded. “wow, billie, i’ll hand it to you— you talk a lot of shit for someone who hasn’t made a single move yet.”

billie’s smile faltered a bit, swooping all her hair to one side of her shoulders as she moved so close to you that you could hear her breathing. she gave you a quick scan with an unclear motive behind her eyes, whispering, “don’t worry, babygirl. i’ll do plenty.”

you scoff, though the lack of distance between you and billie made you anxious now. her skin was touching yours now, and the contact sent ribbons of electricity up and down your spine as you looked up at her. you didn’t even realize that you weren’t breathing until she told you to do so, and embarrassment crawled onto your face when you caught your lost breath.

she had grabbed your waist without a word, her face already so close to yours that it was like you were asking for her to kiss you— so that’s exactly what she did.

she hungrily pressed her lips onto yours, fingers digging so hard into your sides that you were sure she left marks. the kiss was hungry and lustful, your body succumbing to her touch as your hips rocked against her own involuntarily, which made you feel even more embarrassed.

she pulled away with a laugh, “somebody’s a little worked up now, hm?”

before you could respond to her teasing, a loud crash echoed from deeper inside the house, the sound sharp enough to cut through the thick tension in the air. instinctively, you glanced over your shoulder, but billie didn’t loosen her grip on you, her hands still firm on your waist.

“don’t even think about it,” she murmured, her voice low, a warning laced with something a little darker.

“what if someone needs help?” you teased, trying to play it cool despite the heat swirling between you. you were trying to play off the fact that the effect she had on you was now to her knowledge, but your attempts were failed.

billie leaned in closer, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered next to you, her breath tickling your skin. “oh don’t worry— they’ll be fine. but you? you’re mine for the night.”

you sucked in a breath, her words pulling a spark of something unexpected in your chest as you spoke, “you’re awfully possessive for someone who just met me,” you shot back, though you couldn’t quite ignore the way your heart raced at the thought of going home with her tonight. it didn’t seem like such a bad idea now— it was nothing serious, just a loose hookup with some hot girl from a friend’s party, what ever could go wrong?

billie grinned at your statement, her thumb now tracing small circles on your side, sending shivers down your spine. “maybe, but i’m sure you like it,” she said, her lips brushing against yours lightly, teasingly, as though she was waiting for you to make the next move.

you whined at that. your little ‘hard’ act was over now, and all you wanted was for the little issue that had soaked your underwear to be fixed, and fixed immediately. but you couldn’t let billie know that just yet, so you tilted your head and leaned in, speaking seductively, “and what if i don’t, hm?”

“then i guess I’ll just have to convince you,” billie replied, the smirk on her lips growing nothing but wicked as her hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you in closer.

the words made a sharp feeling of arousal poke inside of you, and before you could process them fully, she kissed you again—fiercer this time, like this was her only shot at you. you didn’t want it to end, really— but she cut it off to whisper in your ear, her nails digging into your soft flesh.

“let’s go, now.”

there was nothing more that you could do to protest. you were hopeless at this point, so you latched your hand onto billie’s as she guided you back inside and through the crowd, pushing past people just to make it known that you were coming with her.

cocky bitch.

you eventually pushed past so many different people that a strong mix of cologne, liquor, and perfume filled your nose. you had made eye contact with charli, who did nothing but give you a wiggle of her eyebrows and a wink when she saw who you were leaving with, which made you even more scared.

as you made your way outside, a fresh wind of air flew against your face, and you felt like anxiety was the only thing pumping through your veins as billie led you to her black porsche, opening the door for you.

“my lady,” she joked as you climbed inside, though really, in this moment, it felt like her saying “my whore,” was more appropriate. here you were— playing hard to get at first, now cooped up in some girl’s car that you barely know after a party, and on the way to her place.

the car ride felt way longer than it actually was, because your mind couldn’t stop racing against your will about what was about to happen to you. you sat in the driveway now, and billie wasn’t speaking, which only made your nerves more amplified as she opened the door for you again, eventually leading you inside.

as soon as she closed the door behind you, she was on you like white on rice. her lips immediately smashed into yours— and it wasn’t sweet, either— it was hard and fast and so very impure. you were moaning into her mouth when she swept you right off of your feet, your legs wrapped around her hips as her back settled against the wall. one of billie’s ringed hands supported your ass as her tongue timidly crossed paths with your own, and soon enough, the only sounds that could be heard without her house were the sounds of heavy breathing and lips smacking.

billie pulled away and your legs detached from her hips because you felt like if you didn’t stand, you were gonna pass out. a whine left you as billie shot you a look of such passion that it almost scared you.

“look at you,” she talked louder now that you two were in private, her tattooed hand coming up to wrap itself around your neck, but lacking a squeeze, “just an hour ago you were so persistent that i leave you alone, but now the only thought in your head is of me fuckin’ you, huh?”

you can’t even respond because you know she’s speaking nothing but the truth. billie doesn’t give you the opportunity to speak, either, she just presses you further against the wall and swipes her lips against your own, backing up and leading you to her bedroom without breaking the kiss, your only guidance being her hand that was firmly pressed against your throat.

billie eventually had you laying back-down on her bed as she sat on top of you, hands roaming all around your exposed skin. you let out helpless moans— you were such a horny mess when you were drunk, but you didn’t care now— all you cared about was making sure billie understand how eager you were for her, how bad you needed her.

she broke the kiss and began to use her right hand to undo the zipper on your shorts, but when it jammed, she let out a thick sigh of annoyance.

“just fuckin’ get rid of it, it’s pissing me off.”

you adhere to her request with quick obedience, taking off your shorts quickly and discarding them by throwing them somewhere around the room. billie offers your neck light kisses before sucking at the bare skin, a moan passing through your lips as she left dark love bites on you.

“b-billie…” you moaned, “please, just…touch me already.”

“oh, i thought you couldn’t stand me.” she teased you, taking off your lacy top, revealing your bare boobs due to you not wearing a bra.

your nipples laid victim to billie’s touch as she sucked on your left one, her thumb and index finger rubbing against your right one, and it took everything in you not to cum right then and there.

the alcohol in your body made every single part of you so sensitive, and you didn’t know how much more you could take when billie left a huge hickey on the skin in between your breasts. she was relentless with her movements, her head now plastered right between your thighs, the tip of her nose meeting with the very tip top of your clit.

billie’s eyes drop to your pretty blue panties that you’re wearing, a noticeable wet spot forming in the crotch of them, making your cheeks feel hot to the touch.

“already so wet for me and i’ve barely even touched you. what a dirty little girl— you wanna be fucked all better by me, hm? someone who you hardly know?”

you don’t let anything out but noise, and billie yanks your underwear down with a swift movement, her head so deeply buried in between your thighs that you can feel her warmth against your sex. billie lets out a cocky gasp when her eyes lay on your pussy, “gosh, you’re dripping, baby.”

“eilish, just t-touch me already,” you stutter out pathetically, and billie can’t hold back anymore, so she listens to your request and fulfills it, fully. her tongue quickly maneuvers itself into your leaking cunt, collecting all your juices like trophies as her thumb comes up to rub your clit. the pleasure makes your skin feel hot and tingly as you arch your back, little moans passing through your lips.

just as things start to get more intense, you hear someone walking around in the living room and call out billie’s name. your eyes widen and you freeze up like a deer in headlights, but billie looks up at you and shrugs, “it’s just zoe.”

“just zoe?” you whisper-yell, “i don’t wanna be caught having sex with you when your friend is here!”

“then don’t get us caught.”

billie says it like it’s simple, and she returns to the task at hand, eating you out like it’s the last meal she’ll ever have. your hands found themselves in her hair, grabbing a handful of it so hard that it was the only thing steadying your body weight.

“you taste s’good, my god.” billie mewls against your sex, “made me work so hard for this pussy, feels like such a reward.”

billie switches out her tongue for two of her fingers now, and she doesn’t care that they’ve still got her rings on them. you both watch as your cunt swallows her digits that pump into you harshly, her silver jewelry now coated with your arousal. she curls her fingertips upwards, hitting a sweet and spongy spot deep within you that makes your hips buck wildly.

you feel your eyes start to shut, but billie gives you a slap to the thigh, forcing you to accept her offer of eye contact that she gives you, “look at me, slut. you wanted this— so you’re gonna watch me fuck you, and if you even make a single noise, i’m not letting you cum. understand that, princess? nod if you do.”

you nod fervently, your lips flattening out as you made sure not to make a single noise. footsteps sounded from outside and a knock was harbored against billie’s bedroom door, “bils? you in there?”

“a little busy right now, zo.” billie called out, still fucking into your pussy harshly with her thick fingers. you felt your orgasm bubble deep within you and you wanted to make a sound so show for it so badly, but it seems like billie picked up on the memo by the way she used her other hand to toy at your swollen clit.

“oh, okay! just wanted to let you know that there’s leftovers in the fridge, and that i’m gonna go ahead and hit the hay. goodnight, love you!” zoe called as her footsteps faded out, and billie yelled back something about how she loved her too and how she’d probably eat the food later.

she then turned her attention back to you, watching as you fell apart because of her hard, quick movements.

“bil…bil…billie, please,” you whined and whimpered and begged for the blue eyed girl, your hips crushing down onto her fingers in a desperate effort to get yourself off, “i’m so close…i’m gonna…gonna cum—“

“hm, i don’t know, should i even let you cum?” billie spoke through a teasing, soft voice, making you whimper at the fact that you may or may not be able to cum, and whatever the answer was it was completely up to her to decide.

you couldn’t take the teasing anymore— you were so damn close, and would pretty much do anything to finish yourself off. you looked down at billie and when you made eye contact with her, you immediately screwed your eyes shut. it was just too much.

but you wanted to reach that sweet point of pleasure so bad, so you whispered in pleasure, “p-please billie, i’ll do anything just…i wanna cum, i wanna cum so bad…”

“only if you ask nicely.”

clearly billie was fucking with you. you had obviously asked pretty nicely the first time, but it wasn’t adequate enough for her, needless to say. she had slowed down her thrusts, making that tight feeling in your tummy subside, and you let out a long whine of complaint at that.

just ask nicely, you thought— and if maybe you did it the right way, even though it chipped at your pride, you’d finally get to cum, the feeling you’d been waiting for for what seemed like hours.

“please, please, please let me cum.”

billie tilted her head to the side cockily, and you already knew there was gonna be something else she was going to force you to do until you could be granted that feeling of release.

“please, who?”

usually you couldn’t be paid to call someone anything other than terms of endearment or their legal name, but in this moment, it felt so effortless as the nickname slipped between your teeth, a small moan pressed behind it.

“p-please, mommy— please just…l-let me…fuck…!”

billie cooed underneath you as she fucked into you relentlessly, that familiar feeling reappearing in your stomach as your cunt fluttered around the girl’s fingers, her other hand busy with rubbing your puffy clit in big, sloppy circles, fueling your orgasm.

“that’s right, make a mess on me, it’s okay.” billie praised, watching you as you came undone on her fingers, a bunch of ‘thank you’s and moans leaving your lips as she fucked you through your orgasm slowly.

you can’t even speak it was so good, and billie gives your clit a couple lazy kisses before gathering your juices up onto her fingertips, placing them in her mouth and looking up at you with hungry eyes.

“taste fucking marvelous, babygirl.” billie giggled, coming up to your level to plant a kiss on your own lips before she stood up off the bed, venturing over to her dresser where she pulled out a thick, purple strap. she slipped her own clothing off and started to slip the strap on, making you gulp nervously when the length was put into perspective.

“y’know,” billie starts as she makes her way back over to her bed, where you were a quivering mess, laying on her plain sheets that were now decorated by your small wet spot beneath you.

“didn’t think you’d be so submissive in bed.”

“i’m not!” you protest, but you start to regret your words when billie slammed into you, the tip of her cock kissing your cervix, making a feeling of pain mixed with pleasure wash over you. it was a mistake to say that in short, billie wasn’t the only one capable of being the boss— and you wish that the statement had never left your mouth.

billie ruts her hips into your own, and her demeanor is nothing but mean. one hand is tugging at your hair, and the other slapping your ass every once and a while— unless her thumb is too busy rolling against your clit that was so sensitive to touch, it borderline hurt.

“talk to me, slut,” billie spoke naughtily, “how’s this feel, hm? my dick slamming into you, your pretty little pussy clenching around me? that feel good?”

“s-s’good, yes, bils!” you yell, completely disregarding the fact that zoe was just a door or two down from billie’s, but you didn’t care anymore. you couldn’t. the way billie was fucking you made it nearly impossible not to scream.

it seemed like her whole demeanor changed because she slowed down a little and placed sloppy kiss all over your cheeks and forehead as she thrusted deeply into you, the imitative cock filling your tight pussy up to the brim. billie lovingly held you now, “i know you wanna cum, princess— it’s okay, cum for me, wanna see your pretty face while you do it, too.”

it’s like she knew before you did, because as soon as the words left her mouth, you felt your second orgasm incoming, making you gasp. it felt much more powerful than the first, and you bucked your hips irregularly as you chanted billie’s name like a broken record, “i’m cumming, bil— mmph! i…i’m…”

“shh, it’s okay, i know it baby…i know how good it feels. tell mommy how good it feels.” billie whispers at you, and you offer her nothing but little whimpers as you came down from your high, still riding her cock slowly to fully finish you off.

when you finally settle down, billie pulls out of you, putting the strap away and returning with a washcloth and water for you. she makes you lay down even though you assure her that you can take care of yourself, wiping away at your pussy and inner thighs. she gives you a kiss and then continues her task, and when she’s finished, she lays beside you and cuddles up to you, skin to skin.

“you did so good, pretty girl. don’t worry, you’re always gonna be my good little girl.”

[ghostofbrock]

hello love, how are you? i hope you're okay, i was wondering if you could write to dealer!chris being jealous seeing innocent!bff!reader with another guy. love uuu 💕

they r kinda uneventful im sorry if this is boring. dont get me wrong, these two are usually more exciting :(

the music playing at the party seems to reverberate in your chest, making you feel every thump your heart makes. everyone is shouting, loud and raucous whoops making you ears hurt a little. baggies dotted with specks of white powder litter the floor, along with empty beer bottles and cans, red solo cups, and you even somehow stumbled into finding some girls bra as well.

you house a soda in your hand, nestled into chris' side as he does what he does. makes money, looking at a group of tipsy girls just the right way to swindle some more money from them. he's clicking his tongue against his teeth as he counts the crinkled bills, smoothing them out and lifting his hips up off the couch to stuff the momey into one of his back pockets.

with chris' arm loopes around your shoulder, he used the other to lift the red cap on his head to fix his hair before sliding it back on and scoping out the crowd of people. he spots some of your friends on the dance floor, a sly grin overtaking his face as his hand pats your shoulder a few times. he gestures to your friends with his chin and a subtle point of his finger, urging you to put yourself out there some more and participate in more shit other than sit by his side at these house parties.

your teeth bite at your lip, gnawing the skin off slowly as you hand your drink to chris. you don't really trust anyone else, and it would be good to actually get up and stuff. this is a party anyways, and you never really do much—just like chris had mentioned. and your friends are already waving you over, drunken smiles plastered on their face and bodies swaying to the beat of the music.

any anxiety melts into waves of comfort and a sort of happiness, letting familiar hands grasp yours and spin you around, shifting your body to the music that seems to rattle your bones. chris is watching every second, eyes fixated on you and only you when he isn't too busy with a buyer. he wants to make sure you don't do anything stupid—or, matter of fact he just doesn't want your friends to do anything stupid.

when chris is somewhat certain you won't accidentally sip someone else's drink or something, he turns his attention back to his own little business. girls are shoving bills into his hand, eager to get their grimy, manicured hands on just a few lines of coke or some pills. it's not exactly a good gig, but chris makes bank off it—so of course he isn't complaining. even as some girls stare at him smug, trying to weasel their way into his mind with bedroom eyes. 'i could always pay another way, hm?'

meanwhile, youre stumbling past sweaty bodies drenched in perfume and cologne to stand off to the side, your friends having drifted off somewhere else and out of your peripherals. you peek over heads and squint through the empty space of bodies, trying to even spot chris—and unable to. when you start shuffling back, mumbling a panicked 'sorry!' when some snobby girls shove past you with a stank eye, knocking your back into someone's chest.

chris is caught up with buyers and some of his friends who have sat at his side. he didn't care much about them, namely, only really giving a fuck when nate plops down beside him with a drink in his hand and a girl tucked beside him. chris offers him a pre roll, hips lifting up and his other hand reaching in his back pocket to fish out a lighter—offering that to nate as well. surprisingly, he hands the girl with him the pre roll, chris watching from the side of his eye how she lets it hang between her lips, nate clicking the lighter to life to give it a burn.

the lighter lands in chris' lap with a little toss, nate grinning at him before turning his attention back to the girl. chris doesn't say anything, ignoring the way his chest clenches at the sight of them. he never would've thought nate to be one to limit himself to one girl, but he looked happy. chris is shoving the lighter back into his pocket and handing a baggie of substance to some girl who just paid extra since she was new. he just crooks her a grin, winking and watching as she turns to her friends with a blush adorning her face.

you're sparking up a conversation with this guy youve just met. he's into some of the same things you are, and hes cute. your face is stretched into a bright smile, obviously stoked at the fact you get to ramble and yap about your interests without having a certain someone tell you in your ear constantly that 'you're annoying' or 'shut up'.

what you dont see is chris pushing people out of the way to stalk towards you, an unamused look etched into his features. his jaw tenses when he's within distance to hear you laugh and clutch at the guys shoulder for support, the two of you doubling over in giggles. and the thing is, chris can see the way youre practically bouncing up and down with joy, eyes lit up and lips moving a mile per second with how excited he can see you.

the sight makes his eye subconsciously twitch a little, teeth grinding together as he shoves a couple devouring each others faces off out of his way. he stands a little ways behind you, glowering and obviously in some form upset. but he doesn't exactly realize it's more so jealousy, envy even—you never look like that when talking to him.

the guy youve been acting so buddy buddy with notices his lingering presence first, the smile dropping on his face and in chain turning your own grin into a confused frown. chris is glaring, a scoff sounding under his breath as your 'friend' apologizes quickly and offers you a sweet smile that has chris' heart beating rather quickly. he's backing away, rushing off to his own group of friends.

and you're confused, a hand reaching out ready to grab his arm to stop him—but hes already gone. youre still vibrating head to toe with happiness that someone seems to have multiple of the same interests as you, only for your mood to shift a little when you feel the presence standing behind you. turning your head to meet chris' eyes and his hands fixing the hat on his head, you frown at him.

"what was that for? i was having a conversation," you start to argue, annoyance flooding your veins. but chris is clutching your wrist and tugging you away from the crowd back to his little sofa, and he hates the way you huff and try to shove yourself away from his grasp.

chris doesn't enjoy the feeling in his chest, two fingers reaching up from his free hand to prod at his chest over his hoodie, trying to relieve the suffocating feeling. it's not like your any much happier, genuinely wanting to get to know the guy. you should've asked for his number, nerves flooding your body and making you too anxious to do so—because what if he had said no?

chris' grip gets steadily tighter as he leads you back to your original spot, ignoring the way he would've probably beat that guy to a pulp if he had tried taking you out on a date or something. but he doesn't get it. he doesn't get why he even thinks like that, annoyance coursing through him at his own confusion. in some way, he understood the foreign feeling. he was jealous, simply. he disliked the look of you with anyone else, but why? why does he feel this way, because it's not even as if you two are together.

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[ghostofbrock]

⋆.˚ “You Like It Wet,Hm?” .ᐟ

☕︎ For @chrissbug333

☕︎ Warnings : smut, p in v, shower sex and more.

steam enveloped the bathroom, clinging to the walls and fogging up the mirror as water rained down from the showerhead, the steady rhythm drowning out everything except the shallow hitch of your breath.

chris stood under the spray, his head tilted back as water cascaded over his face and through his hair, making it cling to his forehead. his broad shoulders glistened under the warm light, droplets running down the planes of his chest.

you couldn’t help but stare, completely captivated by the way his wet hair framed his sharp features and made his blue eyes somehow even more striking. he caught you looking, of course — chris never missed a chance to tease you.

“caught you staring, angel,” he said, voice low and teasing as he turned to face you fully. water streamed down his jawline, dripping off the curve of his lips. “y’got a thing for me like this?”

your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t look away. “i just—” you hesitated, swallowing nervously. “i really like your hair when it’s wet.” you admitted under your breath — it was almost inaudible, but his ears caught it.

his smirk deepened, the corners of his mouth twitching with mischief as he stepped closer. the heat of his body was instant, the space between you evaporating as he crowded you up against the cool tiled wall. his hands quickly found your hips, firm but gentle, keeping you in place as he dipped his head to your ear.

“y’like it wet, hm?” his voice was a husky murmur, each word sent shivers down your spine despite the steam-filled heat surrounding you.

your breath hitched, your fingers unconsciously reaching up to touch his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead. the strands were soft and slick beneath your fingertips, and the simple act felt far more intimate than it should have. chris’ eyes never left yours, his gaze darkening as your nails lightly grazed his scalp.

“yeah,” you whispered, swallowing once more as your lips parted. “i like it.”

his lips twitched, his smirk transforming into something more dangerous, more… enticing. his hand slid from your hip to your jaw, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. the intensity in his stare made your knees weak, and his thumb brushed lightly against your bottom lip.

“wanna show me how ma?” he asked, keeping his fingers hooked under your chin as he leaned himself closer. his breath fanned across your face, your heart racing. you nod, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck — pulling yourself to meet his lips in a messy kiss.

he grinned, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, the action making you gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders. his hand left your chin, making its way down your body to the back of your thighs.

his fingers tapped your flesh lightly, “jump baby.” he muttered against your lips, and you obliged. jumping slightly as his hands caught you, wrapping your legs firmly around his waist as he pinned you back up against the tiled wall.

your tits were flush against his chest — his hard cock poking at your inner thigh as he held you.

you pulled away from the kiss, tilting your head back to lean against the tiles as you panted — chris’ lips trailed down your jaw and to your neck. he peppered a few kisses to your pulse point, making sure to leave purple bruises in their wake.

you moaned as his lips worked against your skin, holding him tighter. chris groaned, “y’so pretty ma, y’know that?” he said, nipping one last time at your neck before pulling away. he looked down, admiring your purple flesh, his eyes flicking up to your face.

you already looked so fucked out, and he barely did anything to you. you barely registered what he said, your mind fogged — but you nodded to his words.

he hummed, one hand gripping your thigh tightly as he made sure to keep you up against the wall, his other hand reaching between your bodies to connect to your swollen bundle of nerves. he lightly pushed his thumb to your bundle of nerves, rubbing circular motions — your head tipped back, ridding against the wall as you whined.

“chris please..” you breathed out, trying to move your hips down, but his grip held your firmly in your place against the tiles. chris chuckled, watching your face scrunch up in pleasure. “mm, y’so inpatient angel. ya want me?” he teased, pulling his hand away to grip his cock.

you nodded, a whine escaping your lips once more as the ache between your legs grew. “words ma, wanna hear ya say it.” he grunted, moving his tip to your folds, holding it there.

“i- i want you please..please!” you cried softly, nails digging into his shoulder more, trying to get him to move faster. he smiled, “there ya go.” he murmured, letting go of his cock to hold your other thigh.

he pulled your legs, letting them unhook from his back to spread them wider before moving you down — his hips moving forward in time to push his cock head past your folds. a gasp slipped past your lips, a moan following as your head tipped to rest against his shoulder as he pushed all the way in.

his own moan reverberate through his chest, fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs as he moved a few times. “y’feel s’good baby - shiiit..” he moaned before he picked up his pace.

his hips slapped against your own, your body bouncing as his cock drilled into your pussy. “f-feels so g-good..” you squeaked, your head turning to fit into his neck, teeth biting down on the flesh. chris hissed, the action causing his hips to snap quicker — your lips sucking and teeth biting his skin to litter dark bruises as he did to you.

when you pulled back, his neck was littered with marks which made you smirk. but, the expression didn’t last long when chris angled his hips to ram against that spongy spot inside you. you moaned, nails scratching his skin as your head tipped back against the tiles again.

“ha..fuckk.” he moaned, leaning down to capture your nipple in his mouth — his right hand sneaking down to rub tight circles on your clit as his other continued to hold you up. “oh- oh m’god.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth agape as the pleasure ran up your spine.

your walls clenched, squeezing and drawing him in — the knot in your stomach beginning to form rapidly. “chris-..pl-please don’t stop.” your words were airy, hands holding on to him tighter as your body began to shake. he released from you with a *pop*, “mm wasn’t planin’ on it angel — ngh-fuck..g’nna fill you up, yeah?”

your head nodded to his words, mind blanking as your pussy fluttered rapidly — your orgasm right on the brink of snapping. “please, please, please.” you babbled — his hips pistoning a few more times before your body clung to him, shaking as your release rippled through you.

you mewled loudly, chris’ release not far behind. his hips stilling seconds later as he spilled himself into your warm walls, groaning as your pussy milked him dry. your breathing was heavy, coming in short pants as he held you up against the wall — head resting against against your chest.

after a few moments he slowly pulled himself out of you — leaning back before gently setting you back down on the ground as he just smiled down at you. his hand came up to your face, “y’did s’good baby.” the praise making you smile shyly.

“now, let’s get cleaned up again, m’kay?”

a/n : the ending was rushed y’all m’sorry. this was in my drafts for a few weeks and it was so hard to finish it

[ghostofbrock]

soft!reader calls dealer!chris while he’s working

the loud music thumped through the floor, reverberating through the walls and pulsing through chris’ body. his shoulder was pressed against the wall in the kitchen, eyes scanning the crowd of dancing, drunk bodies for any potential buyers. the haze of alcohol and weed smoke filled the air, making it harder to see clearly, but chris had done this long enough to spot the tells.

parties weren’t his usual scene for business — he liked to keep things quick, quiet, and controlled. but tonight, he knew this party was a big deal for a lot of people, which meant opportunity. everyone was either trying to impress someone, have the time of their life, or forget their problems, and chris was there to provide the escape.

as his eyes flicked through the room, a guy with a backwards cap started weaving through the crowd toward him. chris pushed off the wall, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie as the guy got close.

the guy gave him a subtle nod, which chris returned. “yo, y’got an eighth at all?” the guy asked, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music. his hands were already in his pocket, ready to pull out cash.

“yeah,” chris said, nodding. “S’all ya want?”

the guy nodded, pulling out a wad of cash and handing it off. chris took it smoothly, shoving the bills into his pants pocket before reaching into his hoodie and pulling out a small baggie. the guy took it with a quick ‘thanks’ and disappeared back into the crowd.

chris let out a quiet breath, already scanning for the next deal, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. he frowned slightly, pulling it out and glancing down.

your name was lighting up the screen. his brow furrowed as he swiped to answer. you didn’t usually call him when he was working.

his finger swiped across the screen, answering your call, bringing the phone up to his ear. “hey, angel,” he said. “what’s goin’ on? you doin’ okay?”

you let out a breath, the sound flowing through the speaker. “hi,” you said quietly, voice a little hesitant. “yeah, i’m okay.”

chris tilted his head, brows knitting together slightly. “then what’s up, baby? you don’t usually call me when i’m out.” he states, though his tone is no where near annoyed.

there was silence on the other end of the line, some shuffling being heard. “i just wanted to hear your voice.” you mumbled. and chris blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “you just..wanted to hear my voice?” he asked.

“mhm.” you hummed. “like listening to you, even when you’re busy.” the corners of chris’ mouth tugged into a small smile. “y’like listening to me, even if i’m going to be speaking to random strangers?”

“i- i can hang up if it isn’t a good-“ chris shushed you, the sound interrupting your sentence. “don’t-..don’t do that angel. i don’t mind ya being on the phone while i’m working.” he said, his eyes scanning the crowd once more.

“but, i’m gonna have t’focus on what m’doin’ okay?” he says, and you just hum in response, situating yourself on your bed to get comfy. chris brought the phone to rest between his shoulder and ear just as someone was approaching once more.

chris cocked a brow at them, the signal speaking more of in itself and the girl started to rattle off what she wanted. he nodded, holding out his hand as she slipped the cash into it before pulling another baggie out and handing it off to the girl. her eyes scanned him, but he didn’t pay her no mind — quickly turning his attention away from her after the deal was finished.

after about another hour, chris finally decided to call it quits for the night. his phone still pressed snugly between his shoulder and ear as he make sure all of his things were with him.

he shifted, grabbing the phone with his hand and he held it to his ear, making his way out of the house and declining people as he went about. when he stepped outside, he took a breath. he didn’t talk to you much while you were sitting on the other end of the line, but he made sure to check in on you every now and then.

“angel, y’there baby?” asked softly, walking across the way to his car, fishing for the keys in his pocket. “mhm — yeah m’here.” you muttered, your words slurred as you were trying to fight your sleep.

chris chuckled slightly, opening his car door and situating himself in the seat. “are you fallin’ asleep on me?” he teased, and all you could do was whine out a protest in return. smiling, he started the cars engine, placing his phone up in the holder he had and switching you to speaker.

“i’ll be home soon m’kay baby,” he says, buckling himself and putting the car in drive. “y’wanna stay on the line until i get there?”

you hummed in agreement, too tired for words. and chris gave another small chuckle, knowing soon enough — he’d be there with you.

[ghostofbrock]

FAMILIAR STRANGER | chapter five

what's gonna happen when you find out about your enemy's biggest secret?

ghostface!chris x enemy!reader

chapter four

— warnings; smut with plot, dom!chris, sub!reader, unprotected p in v, rough, choking, kinda size kink, creampie, squirting, dirty talk, pet names, bratty reader, cursing, - english isn't my first language.

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you remember the first realization that chris is turning you on and how you felt afterwards. it was less than two weeks after you had met him and his brothers for the first time, and you overheard chris bragging about what a good fuck he had yesterday, and how loud the girl he was with was. the way he talked about it irritated you, you thought he was just an idiot who objectified women. not even ten seconds later, your thoughts drifted off, wondering if his lips were soft or not, if his long fingers would be able to reach places inside of you that even you couldn't reach. and then you became aware of your thoughts, feeling the wetness between your legs, embarrassment and annoyance overpowering your other senses. you couldn’t look him in the eye for a whole day after that.

you never thought you could even get close to him and not for almost slapping him in the face after some stupid comment he'd say. because there were moments when you wanted to hit him after he said too much. whenever his words were too disrespectful even for him, chris would mutter a quiet, annoyed 'that's not what i meant', which was almost like an apology in his style. It's only happened about four times over the years, but it did.

so sitting on his desk, with your jacket and crop top somewhere on the floor and chris standing between your legs, attacking your lips with his, it felt like a fever dream. everything was happening so fast, it was barely possible to process things. all you could feel is his kisses down your jaw and neck, fingers moving to unclip your bra, two seconds later throwing it somewhere aside.

when he realized you'd finally let him rip off your clothes, he practically threw himself at you, things getting more heated with each passing second since then.

"isn't it funny...?" he mutters, tongue tracing over your hard nipple, your fingers tangling into his hair. "claimin' to hate me, but cravin' my cock?"

"shut up," you breathe out, feeling his hands spreading your legs more and yanking your skirt up to your waist. "i can hate you, but never said anything bad about your dick."

"good," he smirks against your skin, lifting his head up. "'cause you gonna feel every inch of me. and i ain't stoppin' until all you can remember is my name."

with that, he just rips your red tights off with such force that you have to grab the edge of the desk, pulling your panties aside and looking at your dripping pussy. his bottom lip between his teeth, as he stares mesmerized, his fingers tracing over your folds, feeling the wetness, "look at you, all soaked f'me again..."

chris's thumb rubbed circles against your clit as he pushes two fingers inside you, a quiet gasp escaping your lips, "who would've thought you're gonna be a little slut f'me, huh?"

he was clearly having the time of his life, pumping his fingers painfully slowly, curling them up to brush against your g-spot. you saw stars.

"chris," breathing heavily, you look at his cocky expression through half-open eyes. "don't tease."

"but is so fun," he grins and continues to explore your needy cunt with his fingers. "i wan' you to remember every second of this..."

he'd torture you, barely giving you any friction, enjoying the neediness written all over your face. he already knew he's gonna have you at his mercy tonight.

he absolutely loved the way you reacted to him, the way you tried to hold back your little noises, but he was going to make you completely lose control, not wanting you to still be holding back. this was his goal for tonight, to ruin you for anyone else. even since he met you, he wanted to know what it would be like to have your body against his, hearing your moans and cries. it got to the point where many times while fucking other girls, chris would imagine you when he was close. it was like forbidden fruit, his brother's bestfriend who was constantly showing how much she couldn't stand him. this need, growing over the years, to finally get his way with you, made him hate you so much like no one else ever before. chris was used to always getting what he wanted, but after realizing he couldn't have you, it was easier to keep you at a distance, which definitely didn't help him forget or crave you less. though tonight he was going to satisfy all his hidden desires, also showing you how bad he needed you.

"tryin' to keep quiet this time, huh? you wanna piss me off or what?" he finally starts moving his fingers faster, the wet noises filling the room, causing a wave of heat wash over you from embarrassment and arousal. not being able to even say a word, you desperately shake your head. a low chuckle leaves his lips, "no?"

"n-no, oh! fuck—" finally a loud, pornographic moan escapes you when he perfectly curled his fingers up, hitting that sweet spot of yours which was making your toes curl.

he grins, "there she is..." moving his head forward to suck at your nipple again, it feels like he's going to explode, just from pleasuring you.

"chris," your breath hitching in your throat at the feeling of him grinding his hardness against your thigh. "i need you, please."

never in your life you thought you'd be begging a guy for anything. you were rather the type who would never stoop to this level, considering it a weakness or something embarrassing, giving a guy this much power over you. obviously, you had had sex many times before, but you never really felt much pleasure from it or got as aroused as you did with chris. you were both surprised to hear that word come out of your mouth, but you didn't care. you loved and hated how much he was turning you on.

he groans, letting go off your nipple, a string of saliva connecting his lips with your breast as he looks at you, "say it again."

though, even in such needy state, you were still being yourself and shaked your head, refusing to repeat the pleases.

"oh, of course you gonna keep actin' all tough," he rolls his eyes, pulling his fingers out of you, hearing a little moan in protest. he forces you to lock your eyes with his by gripping your chin tightly, "m'not gonna fuck you 'til you start beggin'."

that was such a cruel thing, not only for you, but for chris as well, his cock so painfully hard, he was barely holding himself back from giving in and just fucking you senseless.

you narrow your eyes annoyed, arousal dripping down your legs, "i hate you."

"good," his tongue clicking against his upper teeth. "means that the sex s'gonna be good, if you quit pretendin' like you don' want to feel my dick deep inside you."

it was stupid to think it couldn't get any worse and you realize that when he spreads your legs even further, running the tip of his dick along your wet folds, the sensation making you fall back, having to prop yourself on your elbows, knocking the things off his desk.

"beg," he demands, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your skirt sliding it down your legs and tossing aside, quickly followed by the rest of your clothing, leaving you completely bare now. his eyes traveling intensely up and down your entire body, this sight etching in his memory and he knows he won't forget it for a long time. his hands run over your body, wanting to touch every inch of your skin, remembering every curve, shivers appear under his touch.

his tip prodding against you teasingly while he waists for you to give in, seeing how hard you're chewing on your bottom lip. "stop holding back," his voice a low rumble, eyes glistening with mischief. he flexes his hips, pushing in just the smallest bit before pulling back out again, tantalizing and torturing, not only you but himself as well.

you whine, meeting with his intense gaze as he adds, "jus' tell me you want this and i'll make you feel so good."

"i do," you manage to choke out, followed by a moan when he pushes in a little more this time, but again pulling back before you can wrap around him. his body convulsing as if it wants to lunge forward but he still holds himself back, savoring the control he always wanted to have over your body, "you do what?"

"fuck you, you know what i mean," your tone clearly annoyed with desire.

"nah, i think you gotta say it," he smirks. knowing you don't have any other option and wanting to finally feel him, you mutter quietly, "i need you to fuck me."

chris's eyes darken with lust at your admission, his cock throbbing with the need to burry himself inside you. he grips your hips, moving you closer to the edge of the desk, "yeah? how bad?"

"so bad that i'm gonna punch you in the face in a second if you keep teasing me," at your words he slowly slides in a little more this time, his breath hitching in his throat when you clench around just the tip of his dick. it already felt so good that your mind go blank and you add, "please, chris."

he shivers at the desperation in your voice, a thrill running through him, "good girl." finally giving in, he buries himself to the hilt with one hard snap of his hips, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him. the moan that escapes your lips is so loud that it's sure that if anyone was standing outside the door right now, would be able to hear it even with the loud music blasting in the house and other party noises.

"oh, you feel fucking..." chris snarls and withdraws almost all the way before slamming back in again, stealing another scream from you. "--amazing."

he sets fast pace, neither of you cared about your need to adjust to him. you both wanted each other so bad, the slight pain you'd feel quickly started turning into pleasure. "oh my g-god... chris, mmhph—"

"yeah, let me hear those sexy sounds," he pants, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks as he rails you, the wet slap of skin filling the room. "this what you needed so bad, huh?

you desperately nod, trying to grab onto literally anything he had on his desk, making a bigger mess. wrapping your legs around his hips, you lay down flat now, not being able to keep propping yourself on your elbows.

"eyes on me, pretty," he moves your legs to his shoulders, letting himself to go deeper. hearing your loud moan, he smirks, "theree is that spot, hm?"

"you... you're s-so..." the new angle makes you see stars, almost unable to even put a sentence together. "m'so what?" his voice thick with desire, one hand moves between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing firmly as he continues to pound into you. "fuckkk," your walls squeezing him so tight, it almost throws him over the edge.

"--big..." you finally choke out, back arching up. "you're big, chris— oh god..."

he makes a sound that's more like a whimper than the previous groans you've heard, his movements become more erratic, causing the knot in your stomach starting to grow. "say it again."

"so big..." you were a moaning mess now, eyes rolling back, squirming on his desk.

"stay fuckin' still," he groans again, his grip on your thighs tightened. "ya feel me? feel me deep, yeah? look at that... m'here—" he growls, his eyes glued to the visible bulge in your gut. seeing you being so full of him makes him lose all the control. "thaaaaat's it... cum on my cock like the slut you are..." he moves his hips even faster, wanting to be even deeper if it's possible, his pelvis slapping against yours as you reach your high with a loud moan of his name.

chris watches hypnotized as the pleasure and euphoria consume you, your back arching upward, desperately gripping the edge of the desk. "f-fuck, squeezing me so good," he praises, throwing his head back. you felt the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through your veins as he continues sliding in and out of your tight walls.

"fuck," he groans, pulling out of you and moving your legs off his shoulders, watching as your swollen pussy glistened with arousal and your release. "on the bed. now."

you almost stumble over your own feet, getting on his bed, while chris kicks his pants and boxers from his ankles, one hand pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in the room. you're clenching around nothing after noticing that he picked up the ghostface mask from the floor and towering over you, waved the thing in front of your face.

"let's see if you gonna cum harder when i have this on," a smirk appears on his face as you swallow thickly, feeling your cheeks heating up more.

"chris..." your voice weak while watching how he puts the mask on, a shiver going down your spine straight to your core.

"always knew you're a crazy bitch," he lines himself up with your entrance again and thrusts back into you with one swift motion, starting pumping into you hard and fast just like before, your moans filling the room.

"oh my... fucking..." you're not even able to look at him now too intimidated and embarrassed how his ghostface mask works on you, but chris wasn't having any of that. he grabs your jaw, your cheeks squeezed as he forced you to glare at him again. his vivienne westwood necklace dangling in front of your face.

"don' you fuckin' dare look away," his voice low and gravelly, and he lets go off your chin, leaning back to look at where your bodies join, groaning at the sight. he watches as his dick slides in and out of your soaked pussy, his pace relentless. his jaw clenches, breath shallow as you start already tightening around him again. "oh, gonna cum so fast? damn," he moves his hand to wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly, not hard to take your breath away but enough to make you choke on your moans.

"look at you, all desperate and drunk off my cock," he groans, his hips snapping against yours. you feel him hitting your g-spot with each thrust, which makes you to come again, gripping his sheets so hard that you feel your nail breaking. "fuccccckkk.... yeaaah, here you go," he hisses, letting you ride out your high, slowing down before slowly pulling out, just to move his tip along your sticky folds. he smirks under the mask when you whimper not being able to stay still, "ah, what's that? too sensitive?"

your eyes finally open again, seeing him between your legs like that with head tilted to the side. and the mask. oh, this was making your head spin more than it already did. he looked so hot with only that fabric covering his face, the bracelet sparkling on his wrist as he moved his fingers up your inner thigh.

"i asked you once..." he towers over you again, his cock prodding against your entrance. "what is it turning you on so much, hm?"

you barely manage to choke out, "i don't know.."

of course you knew the answer already, but his ego would be boosted and you didn't want this. however, this time he needed to hear your response.

"you do know," his tongue clicks against the inside of his cheek, you were able to feel his intense stare even through the mask. "so? what is it exactly?" he moves his tip against your clit, the sensation caused you to let out another moan.

"i don't... fuck, i don't know, like, everything!"

"be specific, princess," he retorts. his curiosity overpowering all of his other senses, so he adds, "what 'bout this guy downstairs wearin' the ghostface mask, hm? was that makin' you wet?"

a frown appears between your eyebrows, "no."

"no?"

"no," you repeat, shaking your head. the next words were so quiet, chris barely heard them, "it's like... only working with you."

"fuck," he groans and in one smooth motion flips you over. his voice demanding, "ass up, face down."

you obligated immediately, arching your back, cheek pressed against his pillow. his cock painfully pulsing, begging for a release while he admires the view, your ass on full display. he smacks one cheek, relishing the sound echoing in the room.

"so..." he presses the tip against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts, barely penetrating. "you're only a whore f'me? that's pretty interesting." he grips your hips tightly and eases back into you again with a low groan as you immediately suck him in. he was addicted. "bet you'd let me fuck you anywhere i wanted, huh?"

you're completely out of your mind when you nod, pathetic whines leaving your lips as he starts slamming into you again. "oh... c-chris.. so good— please..." you cry out, pressing your whole face into the pillows, wanting to muffle the noises that were constantly escaping you.

he smirks at your blatant neediness, "mhmm, so responsive..." he purrs, sliding in and out of your cunt at a leisurely pace, savoring the sensation. "you'd let me take you anywhere, anytime, hm?"

"mhm, y-yeah... fu-- oh, fuck—" you mewled, his fingers tangling into your hair and tugging your head up roughly, wanting to hear your moans clearly.

the room now filled with your whines and wet slapping sounds. "already had you on my desk, so what'd be next?" he pants. "in the shower? some empty class at uni? matt's car in the backseat? that's a little naughty, huh?"

you answer with a moan and a nod, eyes rolling back as you start coming again. "c-chris... too mu— fuckk..." a few tears going down your face. "m'cumming— chris, oh my... cu-cumming--"

"fuckin' dirty slut, cumming to the idea of me fuckin' you in public? jesus..." his hips stutter as he feels your body shook and tremble as you reach your peak. "that's righttt, come all over this big dick... mhmm, greedy girl, holy fuck-- milking me so well..."

chris continued his deep and fast pace, not caring about how sensitive you were. his hand left your hair, letting your head fall down onto his pillows as he focused on keeping your body still, since you clearly weren't able to do it. your pussy was clenching around him so hard, it was almost painful and he was closer to the edge now, knowing you're about to reach your another orgasm once again. so his hand sneaks under your body, finding your clit, the stimulation on your swollen bud and his hard thrusts was your last straw. letting out another high pitched moans as the pleasure washes over you, this time so much more intensely. your whole body is shaking when his dick twitches inside you, panting your walls with his seed with a guttural moan. but he can't even really focus on his own release, when the pressure in your stomach becomes too much and both of you feel the liquid squirting out of you in waves.

"fuck," he looks down, riding out your and his high, the sight makes his cock throb inside you, but the way your body looked just spent let him know you probably wouldn't be able to handle another orgasm.

his breathing ragged matched with yours when he pulls out of you with a pop, letting go off your hips which made you fully fall down onto the mattress. he takes off his mask, putting it aside and mesmerized looks at how his cum leaks out of your used hole. his sheets soaked with your release, he's in full shock that he made you do that.

he runs his hand through his messy hair, looking back up at you trying to catch your breath. "damn, kid, squirtin' all over me now?" he rasps, collapsing on the bed beside you, while you barely are able to shift on your side to see him. your tangled hair all over your face, sticking to your forehead, the makeup... well, there was like half of it left. he hated himself for thinking how good you looked fucked out of your mind like that.

"so you that type, huh? could've tell me i'd make you do it sooner."

"i didn't know..." you mutter, voice raspy from the amount of noises you'd et out tonight.

something flickers in his eyes, possessiveness, perhaps? satisfaction? you don't know, but he for sure felt proud, hearing he was the first one to make you squirt.

a little awkward silence falls between you two. your cheeks flush with embarrassment while he feels something strange in his chest. chris wasn't good at aftercare, he actually never even do it. the girls he slept with were always quick to clean themselves up and leave. that's what it looked like. and he also wasn't sure what you expected or if you already regretted what happened. because he regrets, but only the fact that you two did it so late. he was missing out on you a lot and now he knew that.

"uh, don' worry 'bout all that..." he mutters, sitting up and looking at his covered in your release sheets. and how his cum was dripping down your thighs. fuck. "it was hot as fuck, if m'bein' honest..." he runs his tongue across his teeth, meeting your eyes. "you good, yeah?"

your nod makes him feel slightly better and he gets up, grabbing a towel from the dryer and walking towards the bed, handing it over to you. he had no fucking clue how to act right now.

you finally sit up as well, moving the hair out of your face and taking the towel from him, silently starting to clean yourself up, avoiding to look at the mess you made on his bed. chris does the same and puts on his boxers and pants on, taking glances at you every two seconds.

"what?" not being able to take it anymore and pretend like you're unaware he's looking, you question him, staring back.

he just opens his mouth to speak when both of you get disturbed by a phone buzzing. he checks his and shakes his head, "not mine."

with a sigh, you point at your skirt laying on the floor. he quickly throws it in your direction and after you caught it, you pull your phone out of the pocket, seeing nick's name disappearing from the screen and adding itself to the multiple notifications you had from him, emma and matt. you hadn't heard their calls before at all for obvious reasons. you didn't think of it before, but now you realize that the last time your friends saw you downstairs, was with this random guy in the main room. then you disappeared without a word for who knows how long.

"nick was calling, they all texted asking where am i," you look up at chris, his blue eyes not leaving your form for even a second which makes you feel exposed as fuck. ignoring the wave of heat washing over your body, you quickly finish cleaning yourself up and puts on a skirt, after finding your panties and thighs ripped on the floor. "it, like, costed money, by the way."

he smirks, buckling his belt and putting on a shirt, "you weren't complainin' before."

"couldn't really think before," your tone dripping with sarcasm while you put on the other clothes, now standing up, grimacing at the big, wet stain on chris's bed.

"then don' think now either," he takes a step closer, grabbing your chin to force your eyes back at him. "i told you is fine."

"yeah, fine," you nod, slightly smacking his hand away. his eyes narrow at that, but expression stays unbothered, "your makeup is practically gone by the way, you might wanna fix that."

with a curse under your breath, you unlock your phone to check in the camera how you look and it was awful. no matter how drunk your friends already were, they're gonna immediately know that you fucked with someone.

chris sighs, "m'gonna go back downstairs first, in case they noticed that i'm gone too. you do your thing here or whatever the fuck."

with that he walks towards the door, looking over his shoulders as you desperately try to fix your makeup with your fingers as much as you were able to.

"'cause we're on the same page, yeah? to keep it a secret?"

another secret you've gotten yourself into. damn it. damn him.

"obviously," you respond and he nods, leaving you alone in his room with your overthinking.

a/n; someone needs to slap the shit out of him cause why can't he just cuddle her after 😪

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[ghostofbrock]

Talkative

Matt Sturniolo x reader

— warning;; mentions of past abuse, flashbacks, matt being an asshole, no use of y/n, arguments, angst

— wc;; 1k

You know you talk a lot. You constantly have things on your mind, things you need to share with the people around you. Unimportant things—details no one cares about, you know that. But to you, they mean everything. Someone wears a funny hat in public? You text your friend about it. You see a tooth-rottingly sweet old couple in a café, and the barista knows it’s their anniversary? You write a note about it on your phone. You notice a little girl staring at you in public? You already know you’re going to tell your boyfriend about it.

Matt doesn’t. He’s the tranquil one, the listener. He loves the way you view the world, all the little stories you see and experience in a day, and he wants to know all about them. This has led to you two often talking until late at night, especially when you stay over at his house or he at yours. If you’re both at home, though, you’d talk over the phone for hours.

You never thought it bothered him, any of it. You knew Chris and Nick got pissed off easily when you started yapping, but Matt… Matt didn’t. Right?

Right?

“Can’t you just shut up for one second?” he groans, rolling over on the bed to look at you.

You glance up from your nails, watching his annoyed expression. It was a story about the curious crow that had followed you all the way from your workplace to the lunch place you usually go to, and you didn’t think there was anything about it that could annoy Matt this much.

“What?” you ask stupidly, thinking you misheard. This was not like Matt at all.

“All you do is constantly just talk, like can you ever stop?” he asks, confirming that you didn’t mishear him.

Ouch. That hurt more than you’d like to admit.

“I don’t understand-”

“God, it’s not that difficult. Just- shut up for five minutes, yeah? Think you can do that?”

“Wow, no need to be rude,” you say, clearly offended by his words. “You could just ask me nicely or something.”

“Yeah but would you listen?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because you never do!” he exclaims, sitting up on the bed. His phone is face down on the mattress—he’s not planning on relenting anytime soon. Before you can reply, he adds, “You constantly yap, yap, yap, like just give me a goddamn break.”

But he’d never before asked you to shut up. Or had he? Were you just too much in your own head, really not listening to him?

Now he really gets going. “If you even talked about something interesting, but no. A crow, seriously? That’s what you think is interesting? That’s what you think I care about? Well, surprise, I don’t.”

You don’t want to believe him. You want to think he’s just having a bad day, just letting his anger and frustration out on you. His voice presses on your ears, making your heartbeat pick up. Nausea settles in your stomach, and for a second, it feels like it’s not Matt’s voice. It’s someone else’s voice, someone you want, need to forget.

Matt doesn’t pick up on your discomfort, not even your fear. He just continues complaining, while you stare at him, all the alarms in your mind going off aggressively, almost bombarding you with memories and sensations that have no place here.

You feel the familiar numbness creeping up in you. It feels safe, not listening, and not watching. You’re just waiting for it to be over. Nothing feels real right now. Matt has never before yelled at you, so maybe this is just a dream? Or maybe everything else is a dream, maybe you’re back again, back where you barely escaped from, back in your mind, back with him…

Of course, he notices the way you’re not listening. The way you’ve completely shut down. But he doesn’t see what is happening, he can’t see your pain, your hurt, your fear. Of course, he can’t. He doesn’t know, how is he supposed to know? He can’t know because you never told him.

And then it happens. It’s just a short moment. An innocent gesture. An overreaction.

He says something and gestures vaguely towards you. You know he doesn’t mean it—how could he? But the single moment is enough, the view of his hand coming closer to you. You don’t mean to do it. You know he doesn’t want to do anything. But your reaction is immediate.

Your head jerks back. Your heart is thundering in horror, and you blink rapidly, trying to gain back control over the situation. The words I’m sorry, please don’t, threaten to fall over your lips, but you can hold them back.

Forgotten is the story about the crow.

Matt stares at you, his hand frozen in the air. He cautiously lowers it. The room is silent, but it feels louder than before. He stares at you, and you stare at the trembling hands in your lap. Everything stands still.

“Baby,” he eventually says, his voice unnaturally hollow. “What was that?”

Lying won’t help, and yet you do it. “Nothing.”

His eyes keep scanning your face and body for any signs of what the hell happened. He looks confused, worried, almost distraught—how could a single movement like that scare his girlfriend so badly? But he has a creeping idea, and even the thought of it terrifies him.

“Please tell me,” he mutters.

The words are on the tip of your tongue. It wasn’t you. It’s not your fault. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. And the truth. The big, scary truth you know you should just say, but you can’t. It gets stuck in your throat, choking you until you can’t breathe.

It’s when Matt moves closer that the memories start flooding your mind again. Breath hitching, you try to calm yourself down, try not to cry, try to ignore it all… But the tears are in your eyes, and soon they will spill. Matt is worried. Scared. Concerned. You don’t know how to describe the look on his face. You can’t stand it.

In one swift motion, you get up from the bed. You can’t. Not now, not today.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper right before his bedroom door slams closed behind you.

[ghostofbrock]

texts between shy!matt and shy!reader

cw: angsty!

an: i know i've been so inactive with my writing lately, so sorry, here is some text messages between them that correlate with the argument chapter that im currently working on! i'd like to think that this is how their argument would go if it were over text! hope u enjoy<3

[ghostofbrock]

۶ৎ FARMERS!DAUGHTER!READER x COWBOY!MATT STURNIOLO

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... smut, fluff, reader thinking she might be pregnant, comforting, slight angst?, crying but matt comforts her, raging breeding kink, grinding/dry humping (f), kissing, unprotected sex (don't do this!), p in v, breeding/coming inside, slight overstimulation, masturbation (briefly), matt coming in her underwear (wow that's a lotttt)

you were pacing. walking back and forth in your room, hand to your stomach while you tried to push the sickening feeling of throwing up and fainting away at the same time.

for the past week or so, you’ve felt terrible. it wasn’t like a usual cold, plus, it was searing hot outside. and you didn’t catch the flu either. you’d been eating like normal, not stressed at all, and you hadn’t been anywhere near anything you’d never been close to before… you’ve had crazy morning sickness, sore breasts, and nausea, and you just couldn’t figure out why. until it hit you.

sure, you knew you and matt’s sex life was risky, considering his raging breeding kink and the way you literally let him breed you. but after having protected sex more than a few times, you decided to just get on birth control. it was the easy option, right? and now you’re here, nervously walking around, convinced there’d been a slight slip-up.

it didn’t take long before you were driving to matt’s house with a pregnancy test you hadn’t checked yet, with trembling hands knocking on his door while twirling anxiously with the hem of your skirt. you were completely aware you must look like another person like you had been sick for the past week. you just wanted him to be out somewhere, and then handle all this without anyone knowing.

“hey the- woah. woah, woah, hey, are you a’ight?” he asked when he opened the door, immediately letting his hands wander around your waist when he saw the way your eyes immediately teared up when they met his. he cradled you to his chest, shushing you when you let out a few soft sobs into the soft material of his flannel.

“darlin’, shhh.. hey, what’s got you all worked up, huh?” he questioned with a soft tone to his voice, bringing you inside to his kitchen, and heisting you onto the counter. gently, he tilted your head upwards by your chin, wanting to properly watch you while the other hand rested on your bare thigh. “c’mon, you can tell me, baby..”

you nodded slowly at his gentle words, letting out a long sigh followed by a sniffle. “it’s- um… well, i do- i don’t know how to say it.. it’s complicated.” you whimpered, resting your forehead onto his shoulder when he stepped closer, both his hands running down your sides.

“take your time, alright? i’m not goin’ anywhere..” he mumbled softly, brushing his fingers through your soft hair while pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. you kept your breathing somewhat steady, your mind reeling and heart going a million miles per hour. you didn’t wanna dance around the confession, so you decided to just rip the bandaid.

“matt, i think- i think i might be pregnant,” you whispered, keeping your face buried in his neck while speaking. you could easily feel the way his body tensed a little bit, his fingers stilling in your hair. he had no clue how to react, his mind completely blank when your words sunk in.

“wh- what?” he then said, shocked, but not exactly unhappy. he pulled back from you, looking down at your glossy eyes and pink nose as he cupped your face in his hands.

“i- i’m not sure, but.. i asked the lady at the pharmacy for symptoms and stuff.. i have- have a test. i haven’t checked it yet.” the test was stuffed in your back pocket, fishing it out to show matt, purposely turning it face down so you couldn’t see. your hand was slightly trembling. there were so many questions left unanswered. would he be happy? are you really gonna raise a kid? what wouldn’t your dad say?

he was completely in utter disbelief. yeah, he’d always insist on finishing inside of you, but you were on the pill, so it never crossed his mind you’d end up pregnant. but.. as wicked as it sounds, something inside him flicked on. you, walking around with his seed planted deep inside of you, forever marked you up with a little kiddo? gosh…

“it’s- gonna be okay. yeah? we’ll figure it out, i mean, maybe it’s negative. maybe you’re just a little ill, baby.” he left a fat kiss on your forehead, making you break a tiny smile. “yeah.. yeah, okay, maybe you’re right about that…” a long sigh followed your words, looking down at the test in your hand.

slowly, and carefully, you twisted it around, watching as the stripes slowly came to be visible. you immediately looked up at matt, a perplexed look on your face. would he be disappointed if it was positive? did he actually want the kid, or was it just that stupid kink? his wide eyes met yours, a faint reassuring smile growing on his lips.

the test was negative.

“are you happy?” he asked softly, his voice quiet but fully coherent. with a small nod, you smiled back weakly. “yeah. yeah, i’m happy. it’s fine, we’ve got plenty of time to have kids together…” you batted your eyes at him, smiling wider when he spoke. “yeah. i’m happy if you are,” he pulled you into a tight hug, leaving the test on the counter when you wrapped your arms around his neck to leave a kiss on his cheek.

“we’ll be alright..” his words were muffled, his lips starting to leave kisses down the side of your face while his fingers dug into your waist, lips reaching your neck and collarbone.

he knew it was fucked up, but the image of you knocked up with his kid made his head spin more than he’d like to admit. sure, he was sort of relieved when the test came negative, neither one of you was ready to raise a fucking child. but just the thought? his cum fucked deep inside of you, breeding you, until you had little kiddos running around? he was brick hard.

before any of you knew it, he’d been leaving tiny red marks down your neck, that he was sure would turn a darker purple tomorrow. your lips were parted, eyes fluttered shut in bliss while his teeth nibbled on your soft skin. “fuck, matt..” that little whine ignited the whole thing all over again, back to the start just a few days ago.

“god damnit, i can’t keep my hands off you..” he groaned, wrapping your legs around his waist to let his hands grab your ass while moving you to his couch, giving it a soft squeeze before slipping you carefully when you laid there, sprawled out on the couch. “i need you, baby…” your pretty voice sounded, looking up at him with a pleading look, a small pout plastered on your lips. gosh, that look made him want to fuck his cum inside you all over again, even make sure to hide the fucking pills you took, just to make you pregnant for real this time.

“you have no clue what you do to me,” his voice was gruff and rough, gently placing a knee between your legs while leaning down, his hands gripping the armrest for support before leaving a quick, teasing peck to your lips.

it wasn’t long before he was licking at your mouth, lewd noises of exchanging spit filling the room, along with a soft whimper slipping past your wet lips rubbing against matt’s. by now, you’re grinding down on his knee, a relief from the ache between your legs. carefully, you rolled your hips over his knee, leaving a slight wet spot on his jeans from the way you were already soaked through your panties. matt was quick to notice the way you almost pathetically rubbed yourself on his leg, disconnecting his lips from yours in a slow motion.

“shit, you want it that bad? hm?” he whispered into your ear, lips grazing your skin, making shivers run down your spine. he let go of the headrest with one hand, letting it slip under your skirt to feel your wet pussy grind onto his knee. his fingertips were immediately met with the drenched fabric, a smirk tugging on his still glistening lips from the desperate whine you let out.

“please, matt. i need you, so bad…” you pleaded with a sweet voice. he then quickly shifted your bodies, making you straddle his thigh while keeping his hands on your waist to have you on top of him. you yelped in surprise, carefully settling on his jean-clad thigh. “yeah? help yourself, darlin’..” his voice was teasing, almost daring as if to see if you’d actually give in—but he’d make you anyway.

you turned beet red, looking down at the thigh between your leg, resting deliciously against your needy pussy. “umm.. okay..” your voice was quiet, almost shy, when you rested your hands onto his shoulders, starting to tug your skirt off while standing up, before settling back onto his thigh with a nervous look.

matt was ogling at your hips with his jaw slack, watching the way your hips deliberately dragged along his thigh, a needy whimper of pleasure eliciting from your parted lips. you’d never done anything like this, the feeling almost overwhelming as your panties nudged at your clit whine you continued to hump his leg. matt was aching in his pants. he was one-hundred percent he’d never been so hard in his entire life, palming him through his jeans with a groan, the other hand resting on your hips to keep your pace somewhat continuous. he so desperately wanted to pump at his cock while watching you, but somehow the restraint made the whole thing much better.

“fuck! matt, please, just- just fuck me,” you moaned sweetly. but he didn’t give in to your repeated pleading. instead, he continued to watch the needy way you kept grinding down on his thigh, almost desperate to come already by the way you left a dark spot on the fabric below you. your eyes fluttered shut, eyebrows knitting into straight up pleasure while a particularly loud gasp sounded, your jaw going slack.

“come on, baby, you can keep going f’me, hm? soaking my fuckin’ thigh.. good girl,” he left a gentle pat to your cheek, listening your pathetic little whimpers and whines while your head was thrown forward. it was almost humiliating in a way, letting him watch you get yourself off in a desperate manner—but you enjoyed it, so there was nothing stopping you.

you continued to drag your needy clit along his tense muscle, before a sudden loud whimper slipped from your mouth, nails digging into his shoulder when you finished in your panties. he gently patted your cheek, watching your bottom lip get tucked between your lips as you let out needy and high-pitched whimpers. “juuuust like that.. you did so good for me, baby, soaking my fuckin’ thigh just like that?” your legs were trembling around his, cheeks almost sorching when you looked back up at him with a whimper.

not even five minutes had gone by, before you were bent over the armrest of the couch, palms and nails digging uncomfortably into the cushions—but that was the last think you were thinking about right now. what you were thinking about, was the way matt absolutely pounded into you, no signs of slowing down. you were drooling around his cock, the lewd squelching noises being heard besides your highs groans and whimpers.

“jesus- you’d look so fuckin’ good, all round and fucked pregnant by me, wouldn’t you?” he groaned into your ear, continuing to slam his hips into the curve of your ass, leaning back to watch the soft skin recoil back. he wasn’t expecting an answer from you, aware of how your mind was reeling from the shamelessly loud moans falling from your parted lips.

you were completely fucked into bliss, eyes stuck in the back of your head, mouth agape and head thrown forward. your mind didn’t even process what he was grossly whispering, too busy thinking about the way his hard cock was bruising your insides at all the right places.

“matt! s- so.. good..” was all you could muster out, leaving matt to chuckle. “yeah? you look so cute, darlin’. all stupid on my big cock, aren’t you? i bet you’d like for me to stuff you full..” again, he asked rhetorically, continuing his hard thrusts into your sloppy pussy while grabbing a good handful of your hair. “pl-please- i need.. t’cum..” you managed to babble, feeling his hand slide up your back to push you further down, him movements stilling for a moment, before he slammed back into you. your moans only grew in volume and pitch, clawing at the cushions.

“gonna fill you up sooo nicely, sweetheart.. fu- fuck!” he groaned, his thrusts starting to turn sloppy and weak when you clenched around him, almost desperate to feel him pump his cum into you. “please! gon- g’nna cum..!” you whimpered, before he pinched your clit between his fingers while nudging at that sweet spot inside you, making you shriek in pleasure. he was trying his best to hold back, but it got harder when you babbling and slurred your words between moans, the dirty squelching of your pussy only adding to the whole thing.

“matt, shittt.. i’m coming- i’m-“ you yelped, before squeezing around his throbbing cock when he rubbed your clit in circles. your legs trembled beneath you, making it nearly impossible to hold yourself up, but you managed to stay upright. “christ.. gonna fuck my cum so deep into ya… make you pregnant on purpose this time, yeah -” he groaned, his head thrown back while squeezing his eyes shut, feeling his cock start to leak the substance inside of you from jus the thought.

“- gonna hide those stupid, fuckin’ pills..” you were whining and writhing in overstimulation, your pussy raw and sensitive from his continuous thrusts—but his words only made you want to redo the whole process, let him make you cum over and over again. “matt, s.. stop, i can’t-“ but after all, the sensitivity and overstimulation got to you, making it hard to allow him to keep going.

your desperation and fucked out whimpers of a mix pain and pleasure only egged him further, gripping your hair tighter. “fuuuuck, princess. gonna stuff you full..” those were his last words, before his throbbing cock spilled it’s sticky liquid inside of you, finishing with one last thrust. you were both a moaning mess, his hand slowly slipping out of your hair, before pulling out of you. for a moment or two, he watched your glistening pussy leaking with his cum whenever you clenched around nothing. gosh, he was almost hard again from just the sight.

“jesus fuckin’ christ..” you panted, your chest heaving when you attempted to catch your breath. you then felt his hands reach for your panties, and the same time as the white fluid trickled down your inner thigh. “wha- what are you doing?” you looked back at him, seeing the way he starts to fist his sensitive cock.

“jus’- just wait..” he’s stroking his already spent cock, red and leaking from his previous release. you watched him in awe, your eyes flickering from the way he ran his thumb over his tip, to his face curling into one of pleasure,

“oh- oh my fuck..” he whimpered, quickly milking himself completely dry, by squirting the white remains into your panties. you were watching intently, your face turning more red by the second. he was so spent, finally letting go of his dick to focus on your leaking pussy. gently, he ran two fingers over your folds, eliciting a squeal from you. he then continued to push a mix of yours and his cum back into your puffy walls, making you moan out in pleasure before he stopped.

agonizingly slowly, he tugged your now completely ruined panties back up your legs, before letting them sit perfectly like they normally would. “shhh… feels good? doesn’t it?” he leaned down to press a kiss to your upper back, two fingers against pressing up against your pussy, this time pantie-clad. the icky feeling of his cum smearing over your pussy made you wince, a quiet gasp leaving your lips while he managed to pull his boxers back up.

“yeah.. i like it matt,” you got to stand back up, turning to him before you met his lips in a gentle kiss, his hands gripping at your waist. “mhm, gotta get you home to your daddy now, don’t ya think?” he mumbled against your lips, his tongue darting out to swipe across your bottom lip.

all you could do was nod dumbly, mind still fogging up from the uncomfortable, but yet delicious feeling between your legs, getting lost in the kiss.

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[ghostofbrock]

hiii!!! i’m gonna put u through hell kez w all these asks 😭

prompt list a - “How come you always end up under my blanket?”

maybe something like u have the keys to rafes place but hes at work so u go round his and just curl up in his bed. and then he comes back from work to see u fast asleep under his covers 🥹🥹🥹

ahhh maddi!! this req really touched my heart it's so cute!!! 🥹🥹 I absolutely loved writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it :) and you know I don't mind you sending me asks!! send me all you want <3

sneak

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you’ve been sneaking into rafe’s bed a lot often than usual with the spare keys you have. 

WORD COUNT: 702

WARNINGS: none really, reader is a college student; just fluff :) 

PROMPT REQUESTED: “How come you always end up under my blanket?”

EDITH SPEAKS: ah I think this idea is so so cute! soft!rafe now only continues to completely plague my dreams :’) if you enjoyed reading this, please reblog, and feedback is always highly appreciated!

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It started precisely two weeks and three days ago. 

The work back at Cameron Development only started increasing, and Rafe was beginning to get late reaching back to his home, which also meant he was getting late with texting you or calling you. 

Which further also meant you two weren’t hanging out as much as you did. 

Which, for you, was kind of okay at some parts because you were beginning to get busy with your college finals, and that permitted you to spend quite a lot of time towards your studies. But that certainly didn’t mean you didn’t miss him. 

So, after a particularly long and excruciating study session, you were missing Rafe more than usual. You wanted to be in the comfort of his arms, where you could simply relax and just take a breather. 

With the keys Rafe gave you sometime around two months into your relationship, you decided to go to his place. You mean, that’s what the keys were for right? Emergencies. And this was certainly an emergency, a level 1 emergency at that. 

So you found your way to Rafe’s place, and the first place you of course crashed was his bed. The duvets were all warmed up, and they even smelled like him, which was a great added plus. 

You were quick to drift off to sleep under the warmth of the duvet, but what you didn’t realise was that Rafe came home to a huge pleasant surprise: a sleeping you in his bed. 

Rafe was nothing short of happy to see you. He knew you were busy with finals preparation, and you needed his company just as much as he needed yours. So without waking you up, he carefully slid under the sheets and took you in his arms, both of you sleeping under the warm moonlight and the comfort of each other. 

The sun rays welcomed a sight of you all alone in the big bed, Rafe having left quite some time ago. But his memory remained fresh with you, the sheets carrying an even stronger scent of him, and you could feel your skin practically tingling from how curled up you two were. 

Now, fast forward to today: the fourth time you are snuggled under Rafe’s sheets before he comes. Rafe carefully peels off his jacket and hangs it on his desk chair, and all the while, his gaze is set on you. Unlike the other times, he can see you’re up: with the way you wriggle under the sheets every moment or so, thinking your movements are subtle but they most certainly aren’t. 

Once Rafe’s changed to just his grey sweatpants for the night, he gets onto the bed next to you. He glances at you, a small smile on his face as he sees you wrapped up like a cocoon under his sheets. He carefully lifts one end of the sheets up to see you, completely wide eyed and staring back at him. 

“Well hello there,” He chuckles, fully slipping under the covers and wrapping his arms firmly around you, welcoming you in his warm embrace. 

“Hey,” You mumble, snuggling into his chest, your own arm draping across his waist, holding onto him. 

He hums quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “How come you always end up under my blanket?” He murmurs softly, his fingers subconsciously trailing up and down your back in a soothing fashion. 

“’cause I miss you,” you mumble faintly into his chest. Rafe can practically feel his heart melting, his arms instinctively tightening around you to pull you closer to him. 

“I know baby I miss you too,” he mumbles. “I just need to get somethin’ finished for my dad, and you are almost done with your finals, after that, I’m all yours yeah?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, “all mine.” 

“Mhm, that’s right sweetheart,” he pulls you even closer if that’s humanly possible, allowing you to tuck your head under his chin, your ear pressed against his chest so you can hear the gentle thumping of his heart. 

“Now sleep,” he whispers, “you need it.” 

None of you say anything after that, the warmth of each other’s presence lulling you two in a gentle sleep. 

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