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EMOTIONAL BRUISES - C.S

↬ chapter 4

↬dealer!chris × academic!reader

summary; confusing actions leads to even more confusing feelings (about your friends brother).

warnings; literally nothing but some smooching lolll.

The soft rustling of clothes pulls me away from sleep, I squint my eyes open and pull myself up to lean on my elbows to try to find the culprit of the noise. I find Matt pulling a jumper over his messy hair and running his hands down it to eliminate the few wrinkles that had set on the fabric.

"Where are you going?" I groan, falling back onto the mattress, letting the warmth embrace me once again.

"I need to go pick up Nick from a friend's house; he slept there last night," He explains while moving to sit on the edge of the bed to put his shoes on. "Sorry for waking you."

I force my eyes open again to look at him, only to find him already staring at me. "It's fine, I should probably get going soon anyway."

"Is it okay if I shower?" I mumble weaving a hand through my bed hair, even though I know it's no use to attempt to tame it.

Matt stands up from the bed and stretches before walking over to his desk and grabbing his keys. "Yeah, you should be all good to shower. Chris isn't home, so you don't have to worry about him."

I nod my head lazily, watching him walk out of the room. After Matt leaves, the house falls back into silence, the kind of silence that wraps around you like a warm blanket.

I eventually find myself in Matt's shower, and I thank the higher beings that Matt isn't a "13 in 1" kind of guy. Nevertheless, he's still a man, so I have to make do with the few products that won't make me smell like a lumberjack.

I finally finished my hunt in the shower and grabbed the towel I had set out for myself earlier. I wrap the soft towel around my dripping body, slowly starting to dry myself off until I hear a floorboard creek.

My breath is caught in my throat, and I grip the towel tighter around myself.

There shouldn't be anyone home right now.

Swallowing hard, I reach for the nearest object - a hairbrush. It's not a harmful weapon, but it'll have to do.

I open the bathroom door and gingerly step towards the kitchen, where I assume the sound came from. Every nerve is on edge as I move my body closer to the sound of lurking danger. I tighten my hold on the brush, readying myself for the worst case scenario.

The second I entered the room, my eyes landed on Chris, who was casually standing at the fridge. I instantly got flashbacks of yesterday, and all of the tension that was created instantly resurfaced.

My eyebrows draw together harshly while my jaw slacks, and I begin to shake my head in confusion. But... Matt said he'd be out?

Chris' eyes finally flick over to me, lingering enough to make my skin crawl. A smirk tugs at his lips, "Didn't know you were still here."

His reaction makes me finally realise that I'm still in a towel. Practically naked. In front of him. I cross my arms over my chest and hug myself, to conserve the little dignity I have left.

However, he doesn't hesitate to step forward, close enough to the point where I could smell the faint mix of his cologne and smoke, which lingered on his hoodie.

"Y'should really be more careful, walking around like that," he says, dropping his eyes to my barely covered body.

I try to find the words to reply, but I'm immediately hushed when his fingers brush the edge of the towel, making my breath hitch. His head leaned in closer– wait. Was he really leaning in? To kiss?

No.

Yes.

In a heartbeat, his lips softly found mine while his hands found my hips. My body was completely tense, but before I could even stop him, I gave in and melted into the kiss. It was everything I didn't expect it to be. Soft, gentle, maybe even passionate?

I falter for a moment, remembering that I'm kissing my friends brother and that this wasn't right, but instead of stopping, I let myself sink into it, ignoring the voice in my head telling me this was a mistake.

His lips moved so carefully and slowly, as if I would crack under his touch if he went any faster. I uncross my arms, just to place both of them on his chest.

His hands tighten on my waist, tugging me closer, and just when his fingertips drop and skim the towels loose edge is when reality snaps back into focus.

I quickly push him back, allowing just enough space between us so that I could regain my composure. What was I doing?

Chris just huffs a quiet laugh, tilting his head slightly. "You're really gonna stop now?"

My heart was racing with each second that passed. How could he kiss me like that, like the world was ending, and then be disappointed when I don't get naked?

I grip my towel tighter, making it clear that it wasn't going anywhere. "Matt and Nick will be back soon." I say, with the little amount of confidence left in my system.

And with that being said, I turn around with the small space I have and hurry back to the safety of Matt's room.

–

Lying in bed hours later, I stare at the blank ceiling of my bedroom, replaying everything over and over. The way his lips felt; I almost didn't want to stop. My fingers trail absentmindedly over my lips, the warmth still lingering.

I know that what happened was clearly a mistake... so why does part of me want it to happen again?

a/n; yayy another part downnnnn, and we finally got some action, damn. anywayyy, thank you u smm for reading this, love you all so muchhh <3333

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Hi! sorry to bother you, but there is a user that goes by @ daddyandbabygirl7

he is a grown man sexualizing 17 year old ariana greenblatt. he has done this many times before and has been banned many times before.

please please report him and tell as many people as you can to report!!

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Nick...... hello...? 😭

(nvm have ur refreshing shower king!)

hello where DAFUQ is the vid

IM GETTING YOSZJKSNCND

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I love being DISGUSTING 💜

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EMOTIONAL BRUISES - C.S

↬ chapter 3

↬ dealer!chris × academic!reader

summary; an unexpected sleepover turns into a tense and confusing encounter with your friends brother.

warnings; noneeee yet!

a/n; this has somehow turned into a slow burn....... oh well lmfaoo. i promise something will actually happen soon, u js have to bear w me.

For the fourth time this week, I find myself sprawled out on Matt’s bed, drowning in textbooks and half-finished notes.

"Remind me again why we took this class?" I mumble, rubbing my tired eyes as I glance at the mess of papers in front of me.

Matt snorts, flipping through his notebook. "Because we hate ourselves."

I quietly agree with a chuckle, trying to keep my attention on the messily written notes in front of me, but my head dips forward, jolting me awake. Blinking a few times, I attempt to refocus on the laptop screen, but the words blur together due to the heaviness of my eyelids.

"I just need a quick break," I mumble, rubbing my eyes. Matt barely glances up from his notes, nodding in approval.

I pull out my phone, planning to scroll for a few minutes—but before I know it, my eyelids feel impossibly heavy, and everything fades to black.

–

Warmth cocoons me, the low hum of Matt’s laptop filling the room. I stretch lazily, my limbs stiff from sleep, before realizing I hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the first place.

"How long was I out?" I ask groggily, still halfway asleep.

Matt smirks. "A few hours. You were dead to the world."

My eyes widened, and I shot up from my laying position definitely awake now. "What?! Why didn’t you wake me?"

He shrugs. "You looked like you needed it."

I look at the time, and my eyes only grow wider. Shit. It's so late. I begin to scramble my things together, but I'm interrupted by Matt.

"You should probably just stay over. It’s way too late to drive," Matt suggests casually, shutting his laptop.

Before I could even think of an excuse to refuse, Matt stood up and began rummaging through his dresser like my answer was inevitable. Did I really look that exhausted?

I hesitate. "I don’t want to intrude—"

"You're not," he cuts me off before tossing a hoodie and some sweats my way. "Wear these. I'll crash in Nick’s room."

I show my gratitude as he's walking out of the room, leaving me to change in private. His clothes hang loosely on my frame, but it just makes them that much comfier.

I go back to sitting on his bed, and it doesn't take long for me to re-enter my sleepy state. I gently lift the covers and tuck myself under. Before I fall asleep, I think about how slightly weird it was for me to be in Matt's room without him, let alone sleeping in here, but unfortunately, I'm far too tired to care.

–

I'm once again woken, but this time, it's due to the insufferable dryness in my throat. I reach for my phone on the nightstand, only to remember I’m still in Matt’s room. Instead, I fumble through the sheets, searching for it.

I eventually find it and glance at the time. I sigh and roll around in the bed, attempting to find comfort so that I could try forget the fact that I was dying of thirst, but it's helpless.

I give up trying to sleep and decide to just go get a drink of water while trying my hardest to not wake anyone up.

I softly yawn as I step into the dimly lit hallway. The house is completely quiet until the faint sound of rustling paper becomes more apparent the closer I get to the kitchen.

I turn the corner and he's just sitting there?

Chris is sitting at the kitchen table with a stack of cash in one hand and a baggie of something in the other. More packets are scattered across the table and his expression is unreadable.

I'm frozen in place, heart slamming into my ribs. How hasn't he noticed me yet? And almost as if he read my mind, his gaze flickers to mine and then to the oversized hoodie I was wearing.

His jaw tightens, his fingers flex against the table, and for a moment, I think he might say something, but he doesn’t. Then, slowly, he pushes his chair back and stands up, dropping everything in his hands onto the table.

"What are you doing up?" His voice is low, edged with irritation. Meanwhile, I'm still stuck in this same place, struggling to find the words.

"I–uh–I just wanted water."

He steps closer, allowing only mere centimetres between us and every nerve in my body tenses as he leans in, so close that I swear I can feel the heat radiating off him. My heart is beating out of my chest. He's going to–

His arm moves past me, reaching for something on the counter?

A waterbottle.

He presses it into my hand while keeping his cold eyes locked on mine.

"Go back to bed, sweetheart." He hushes quietly; so quiet I almost doubt myself, thinking I imagined it completely, but I know I didn't.

I clutch the water bottle tightly as I turn away, hoping he doesn't notice the slight tremble in my fingers. I keep a steady pace back to Matt's room, but I can still feel his eyes burning my skin.

I softly shut the door behind me and let out a breath of air. Had I imagined the tension? No. He definitely knew what he was doing. Right?

Questions ponder my mind as I try to regain comfort in the now cold bed. I pull the covers tighter around me, trying to push the thought away. But even with my eyes shut, I can feel the way his gaze lingered all over me.

I eventually fall asleep to thoughts of the interaction with Chris; and the water bottle sits on the nightstand–unopened.

a/n; i already have the next chapter written so it won't take me forever to get out lmaoo. anywayy, if you're acc following along with this au, I love you sooo much <333

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a/n; I'm writing a few chapters for my au right now, and I started thinking about whether reading in first person or second person is more enjoyable. I personally have only written in first, but I definitely want to try writing in second. Lmk what u prefer!

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When I saw Madison's story I instantly thought back to this pic of Chris.

I'm sorry 😪

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I'M GENUINELY SHITTING MYSELF?!?!?!

TOUR ANNOUNCEMENT 100000%

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DISTRACTION - M.S

“Bet you can’t stay focused for five minutes,” I smirk, tapping my pen against the open textbook.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Easy.”

Five minutes passed, and I nudged Matt's foot with my own under the table. A stretch that conveniently revealed just a little more skin as my skirt rode higher up my thighs; his eyes easily fell to the bunched material.

“Distracted yet? I whisper, even though it was only me and him in my apartment.

He shakes his head but not daring to look away, entranced by the sight. I leaned in, lowering my voice further.

"Bet you can’t sit still if I do this.” I say before sliding my leg against his, gradually moving it higher.

This is how I ended up with Matt's face buried between my thighs moments later.

He wasted no time dragging me to my bedroom and stripping away any barrier between him and my soaked cunt.

He hurriedly pressed me against the mattress, his own body weight pinning me down as his mouth started to work on building my pleasure.

He didn't have the patience to tease me like he usually did, kissing my inner thighs, circling my entrance with his tongue. None of it. He dived head first and began to eat like he had never been fed before.

"Oh shitttt, Matt!" I yelp, grabbing a fistful of his hair in one hand and the sheets in the other, desperately trying to ground myself.

He swirled his tongue and licked at my sore nub while introducing his index finger to my slippery hole. He easily slid his finger in while simultaneously sucking on my bundle of nerves, building me closer and closer to the edge. "Y'taste so good, baby," his mumbled compliment set my already burning skin on fire, the vibrations sending me into euphoria.

He harshly pumped his finger into me, collecting as much of my fluid as possible before pulling it out and stuffing his drenched finger into my already ajar mouth, causing my persistent moans to be muffled. I suck my salty taste off his finger, moaning around it.

"What's wrong? You distracted?" He mocks, trailing his tongue back down to my begging hole, giving it the attention it deserves as his strong nose continuesly nudges against my clit pushing me over my edge. He takes his finger out of my mouth and wraps his hand around my trembling thigh to hold me still.

"C-coming! ...m'gonna come!"

My back arches off the mattress and the grip I have in his hair tightens, driving him further into my pussy. A high-pitch moan escapes my lips, and I ride out my high on his face.

He continues his pace relentlessly before I'm forced to shove his head away due to the overstimulation. He chuckles at my actions before sitting up; my eyes land on his very prominent bulge.

It's gonna be a long night of (not) studying.

a/n; trying drabbles...? lmk if you like it, lmk if you hate it lollll. i thought it was a good way to be a bit more consistent because they don't require as much effort as oneshots or au chapters. love youuu <3

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THIS MAN WANTS ME DEAD 😩

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EMOTIONAL BRUISES - C.S

↬ chapter 2

↬ dealer!chris × academic!reader

summary; getting to know more about Chris was fun and interesting until it wasn't...

warnings; don't think there's anything, lmk tho!

a/n; kinda of a long wait for this, sorryyy. But in return, it's kinda long? Forgive me, mwah! Also, once again, ik this isn't the most interesting thing ever but it's building upppp.

A light breeze picks up as I walk towards the front door of the address Matt had sent me. I wrap my woolly cardigan tighter around myself, crossing my arms over my chest as I continue walking to the door.

I consider texting Matt to let him know I'm outside, but instead, I swiftly place a few knocks on the door, refusing to waste more time. There was a beat of absolute silence before the door in front of me swung open.

I briefly greet the boy with a warm smile, patiently waiting to be invited inside, sheltered from the biting wind, but my expression falters when I'm left standing outside with a confused face staring back at me.

"You here to bring me a new shirt or somethin'?"

"Huh?" My mouth speaks before I have a chance to think. What is he talking about? New shirt?

"Well, you stained and ruined my other one with your stupid coffee, so I expect some sort of compensation," he snarkily replies, eyeing me down with a serious expression.

It takes me longer than it should have to realise that I was currently speaking to Chris. He wants compensation for his shirt? He must be joking.

"I'm not here to 'compensate' your two dollar shirt. I'm working on a project with Matt, and he invited me over," I clarify, watching his expression turn even more sour.

Before he could throw another snide remark my way, he's interrupted by a similar voice asking him what he was doing. Seconds pass before, who I'm sure is, Matt shows up behind Chris.

"Dude, what're you doing? Let her in," Matt speaks, shoving his brother out of the way and opening the door wider, allowing me to step inside.

I thank him for letting me in while glaring at Chris, but it's not long before he mutters something incoherent under his breath and makes his way to somewhere I can only assume to be his bedroom.

Matt leads me upstairs to their open floor kitchen, and we discuss the work we've completed and what we still have to do. We instantly get to work, and a comfortable silence hangs between us, which I'm more than happy with.

Unfortunately, it hadn't even been a few hours before Chris came to interrupt our hard work. He lazily strolled up the stairs, stopping on the last step, watching us from a distance.

"Matt, I'm hungry," he complains, but Matt completely ignores his presence. I, unlike Matt, had my attention on Chris the moment he made his presence known.

Chris notices the lack of response from his brother, "Matt, let's go eat," he says, boredline begging. Matt once again ignores him, but before Chris has a chance to repeat himself, for a third time, Matt stops him.

"Dude, I'm not driving you to get food. You have your licence now, go get food yourself. I'm obviously busy," he lashes out, finally lifting his head to look over at his brother. I'm slightly taken aback because I've only ever heard Matt speak sweetly, but I guess when you're related to someone like Chris, it could be hard to always be nice.

"It's not about you driving me, fuck face. I just hate going alone," Chris explains while dramatically rolling his eyes.

After coming to terms with the fact that Matt wouldn't drive him, he turned to me. He walks over to the table and eyes me and my work down.

"So you gonna come?"

I ponder at the question for a moment.

A few hours ago, he was harassing me to buy him a new shirt because I accidently 'ruined' his other one and now he wants me to go get food with him. What a bipolar guy.

I was about to decline his offer until my own thoughts were cut off by the sound of my stomach growling. I hadn't eaten anything at all today, deciding that a coffee would be enough breakfast to last me the day, but clearly, I was wrong.

Was I seriously considering going with him?

"I'm kinda busy with this," I say, trying to sound as apologetic as possible. He narrows his eyes slightly as if he caught me red-handed in my lie. I mean... I am busy, but it also wouldn't be the end of the world if I went to grab some food with him and came back to do more work.

"I'm paying," he replies as if that was self-explanatory. God, he's so strange. One minute I owe him something, and the next he's offering to buy me food.

At this point, Matt is also looking at me, waiting to see what I'm going to answer his brother. He sighs before breaking the tense noise of nothing.

"If you're hungry, just go get food with him," he says, forcing a small smile out at the end of that sentence.

"But we're working on this," I reply, feeling incredibly guilty if I were to leave him alone with all the work.

"Don't worry about it. We have loads of time to finish this, go get some food. Just make sure you bring me back a root beer," he says, a smile prominent on his face as he watches my own face light up.

Chris and I walked out to their garage where a familiar black SUV stood stationary. I made my way to the car and was about to open the back door to take my seat.

"Why are you sitting there? Sit up front," Chris commands. I don't even have an option? Whatever.

I swiftly move to the front and get comfortable in the passenger seat. After a minor discussion, we agreed to just go to whichever fast food place was the closest.

That was about fifteen minutes ago. I don't know where the hell he's driving to, but it definitely isn't the closest place, considering I've counted three McDonalds on our drive so far.

"Where are we going?" I question, finally having the will to speak up. He doesn't bother wasting his energy to look over at me, likely feeling my eyes already burning into the side of his head.

"I don't know," he shrugs casually.

"What? How do you not know where we're going? You're driving,"

"Really? I thought I passed the wheel over to the easter bunny," he remarks, clearly not impressed with my mention of the apparent fact.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, already unamused by his antics. I feel his gaze temporarily shift to me, my peripheral vision capturing him glancing over my facial features and letting a subtle smirk fall on his lips.

"What?"

"Nothing.... just looking," he speaks.

"At my face?"

"You always gotta state the obvious?" He says, shifting his focus back onto the road.

"Nooo.... but you're just being weird," I laugh, now really pointing out the obvious.

The rest of the ride endured roughly another half an hour, which we spent obnoxiously going back and forth, but it made my heart feel light, especially after the hours of studying I had just accomplished.

Through our 'humorous' conversation, I found out more about his other brother, Nick. Turns out he's the oldest, and Chris is actually the youngest. I also found out that him and Matt used to play hockey and lacrosse.

As we pull up to a Cane's drive-through, Chris asks what I want. He puts the order through and pulls up to the next window to pay.

He lifts his waist up from the seat and reaches a hand into his pocket, pulling out a small, rubber-banded roll of money. I watch as he rips the band off and unfolds the cash, quickly swiping through the larger bills. He eventually pulls a twenty out and waits for the cashier to ask for the payment.

Why would he carry a roll of money like that? Does he not have a wallet? I think about it for a moment. Why would he have hundreds on him but not be able to afford a wallet? Maybe he just preferred carrying the cash itself? Whatever the reason was, I didn't care too much, I was getting free food.

I push all questions aside the moment they hand Chris the food. He swiftly pushes the bag containing the goods onto my lap and pulls out of the drive-through and into a nearby parking space.

"Thank you, Chris," I say with genuine thankfulness, flashing him a small smile. I began pulling out the food, but it seemed as though he lost all interest in it but rather was hooked on something else.

"I don't remember the formal introduction," he says, casting his gaze away from me and falling onto the food; he reaches his hand into the bag, resting on the top of my thighs, and grabs his order.

"There wasn't one, I just found your name out,"

"Oh, like a stalker?" He jokes, letting a playful smirk settle on his pink lips. I roll my eyes and shake my head at his stupid remark.

"Exactly like a stalker," I say, continuing his little joke. For the next hour, we sit in the parking lot, eating and talking about anything we can think of; our family, where we grew up, what we do now. He was skeptical of our conversation at first, but as time passed, it was clear that he was equally as invested.

He also mentioned he had his own business, so that was interesting, I guess. Before I could question what he did, I had an incoming call flashing on my phone.

I mumble a quiet 'sorry' for the interruption before picking up. Matt was wondering what was taking so long and questioned whether Chris had kidnapped me and was holding me hostage.

I laugh at his stupid joke and fill him in on the past two hours. He then asks if I'm planning to come back and do more work.

"To be honest.... I'm kinda tired. I was thinking of just asking Chris to drop me straight home, and we could continue the work later this week?" I ask, a sense of guilt crawling to the front of my mind.

"Of course, don't worry. Let me know when you reach home, Amara," He says without a hint of anger in his voice.

I smiled and thanked him before hanging up the phone, but when I turned back to Chris, it seemed as though all of the energy that was just previously there had completely evaporated.

"Are you okay..?"

"I'm great. What's your address." He spits, buckling his belt and lunging the car into drive. What crawled up his ass while I was on call with Matt?

"Are you deaf? Where do you live?" He speaks, his voice growing more annoyed by the second.

Trying to de-escalate this random tantrum of his I simply give him my address, and he starts making his way there right away.

The entire ride was silent. Not even music could have saved the animosity that hung heavily in the atmosphere.

He eventually pulls up to the front of my house; before I open the car door, I try asking if he's okay again, but I'm wasting my breath as I'm greeted with nothing but the painful silence which I had become accustomed to at this stage.

I sigh at his lack of response and just mutter a thank you before exiting the car and walking up my front porch steps. He doesn't bother waiting to see if I make it inside safely before speeding off.

-

I lay with my back flushed against my mattress, pondering about what the hell happened for him to switch so dramatically like that. The only plausible explanation I can think of is that he has undiagnosed bipolar disorder, and even that was unrealistic.

The thought sits on my head for the rest of the evening. While I shower, while I eat, and even as I'm trying to sleep, it's all I can think about.

He's all I can think about.

a/n; this was also collecting dust for a few days in my drafts because i was celebrating my bdayyyy so i was preoccupied w that. but i'm gonna get back into routine, i promiseeee. anywayy, thank u for readinggg, love you so much <3.

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Too good not to share with the class 🤭

@sweetshuga has my heart 🫶🏻

𝑶𝒓 𝑵𝒂𝒉 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ cursing ⋆ fwb!matt ⋆ soft dom!matt ⋆ missionary ⋆ degradation kink ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ boob sucking/fondling ⋆ slightly rough sex ⋆ creampie + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Your friends with benefits has two birthday presents for you; a necklace and... a good fucking.

❝𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒉?❞

"A birthday present?" You raised your eyebrows, a small chuckle leaving you at the thought. "Yeah, a birthday present." Matt repeated, shrugging nonchalantly as if he didn’t just spend a day looking for a present for you, but he couldn’t say that out loud to you—nope, definitely can’t. His eyes slowly raked over your body, taking in the dress you had put on to take pictures.

Damn you looked good.

Matt barely, barely, held himself back from pouncing on you right then and there, but he had to give you the present first. He slipped one hand in the pocket of his jeans, his other going to his hair to run his fingers through his fluffy brown locks as he contemplated what to say next.

"Well, uh-" he paused, not understanding why he was suddenly so damn nervous. You aren’t even his girlfriend and yet here he was getting all anxious about whether or not you’d like the present, but he swallowed down his worries and put on a mask of indifference and continued in a calmer tone—trying his best to hide the small uncertainty in his tone. "-just c’mere."

You let yourself get dragged to his room, confused but not unwilling. As you walked, you couldn’t help but notice the slight breeze – due to him walking so quickly – carry the scent of his cologne, and that smell never failed to make butterflies fly in your stomach. The same scent that filled your senses when he hovered over you with his hands holding your thighs to your chest while he pounded into you—

"Close your eyes." Matt’s voice cut through your thoughts and you blinked at him, only now noticing that you were already in his room and standing beside his bed. "What?" You asked dumbly, eliciting a small chuckle from him. "Close your eyes." He repeated again, waiting for you to comply.

You closed your eyes, listening to Matt shuffling around his room. After a few seconds, the shuffling stopped and you felt him standing behind you. Your breath hitched when his fingers grazed your neck, his knuckles brushing against your nape as he clasped the necklace. Matt stepped back once he was done, and you could tell that he had put a necklace on you.

Cliché.

Cliché but cute.

"You can open your eyes now." Matt chuckled, trying to seem casual as your eyes slowly opened. You looked at him before looking down at the silver necklace with a small star pendant and then back at him, your lips parting slightly.

"Do you like it?" He asked, trying to hide the hopefulness in his tone, not wanting to sound too eager. You chuckled in surprise, partially surprised he’d actually get you something so thoughtful, but mostly nervous—somehow.

"I uh... It’s really pretty, I love it..." You trailed off, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you tried to suppress it. "Thank you, really, I like it a lot." You absentmindedly touched the pendant, looking down at it.

"Thank fuck." Matt breathed out quietly, his words were barely above a whisper and sounded almost relieved. "Well, now that that’s out of the way." He gently guided you down on the bed, his voice dropping an octave.

"I think it’s about time for your next present, no?"

𓆩♡𓆪

Matt’s hips moved in slow, deep thrusts, one hand fondling your breast and the other holding himself up as he fucked you languidly. Your legs tightened around his waist, eliciting a low groan from him.

"Yeah, baby—juust like that," Matt breathed our encouragingly, both hands now bracing himself on either side of your head, his hips rolling against yours. "Mmfh-mm-fuuuck-- yuh feel s’good." He mumbled breathlessly as he increased his pace, soft slapping sounds filling the room along with the slight creaking of the bed.

Your moans increased in volume the faster he went and your hands found their way to his biceps to keep yourself from bouncing up the bed. His thrusts had gotten almost punishing in both depth and pace in a matter of seconds—his hips slamming into yours and creating loud smacking sounds.

The wet squelches from his cock ramming into your sopping cunt filled your ears, only making you more aroused. Matt let out a low moan when you started to meet his thrusts greedily, but he didn’t want you doing any work; today is your birthday, after all.

He sat back on his knees and held your hips tightly – halting your movements – he pulled your hips up from the bed, his fingers sinking into the flesh there as a smirk made itself onto his lips as he heared the needy whine leaving your lips due to the lack of friction.

Before you could say anything, however, he suddenly started to pound into you—taking you by surprise. A chocked moan escaped your lips as your back arched. "M-matt--" Your words died in your throat as moans bubbled out instead.

Stars burst behind your eyes when he hit your sweet spot.

Your vision blurred in the corners, your senses zeroing in on the pleasure he was giving you as your hands scrambled to grip the pillow under your head while he held your hips in place to making sure you won’t be able to escape the pleasure.

"Thaaat’s right, fucking take every inch of my cock like the greedy slut you are." His filthy words only made the pleasure increase, your eyes squeezing shut as your mouth gaped in a silent scream.

"Can you—haahh—really take dick or nah?" He taunted, seeing your face contort in pleasure. "Look at me." He commanded, his voice was almost unrecognisable due to exertion and lust. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his heavy lidded blue orbs. His brows were furrowed in concentration, lips parted slightly to let out breathy grunts and groans, cheeks slightly flushed.

Matt let go of your hips and leaned down again, pounding you into the mattress instead. His lips grazed against your hardened nipple before he took it into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive nub. Your fingers tangled in his hair, encouraging him to keep going.

Spurred on by your positive response, he released your nipple with a wet pop and latched onto your other nipple and gave it the same attention.

Your breath hitched in your throat when his thumb found your clit, rubbing it in tight circles in time with his pounding. Your inner walls fluttered around his pistoning cock, eliciting a moan from him which gave delicious vibration to your nipple.

Matt could tell that you were close, your moans were much quicker and your breath coming in short gasps almost, your pussy sucked him in greedily whenever he pulled back.

He sucked hard on your nipple, lifting his head as he sucked until it reluctantly slipped out of his mouth with a loud pop. Your hips jerked at the sensation, the bands in your abdomen were almost painfully taut.

Your eyes rolled back when he angled his hips to hit that spot inside you with each of his slams. A few more seconds of the unrelenting pounding into the spot that made you moan uncontrollably was enough for the tightness in your abdomen to burst.

You let out a drawn out moan, nails digging into his arms as your back arched sharply. Matt slowed down his thrusts to let you ride it out, his tattooed arm was braced beside your head while his other hand rubbed slow circles on your clit.

His own release was approaching rapidly—triggered by yours.

Your walls squeezing and contracting around his length was too much for him. His balls drew tight as he started to fuck you faster than before, his hand leaving your clit to help himself up. His own moans grew louder before he slammed into you one last time and stilled. His eyes rolled back briefly before closing shut, and his jaw clenching as he held back the needy sounds.

Matt’s hips jerked and twitched involuntarily as he pumped his cum deep inside you, his hips moving slowly in jerky thrusts to prolong both your highs. Arms trembling slightly as he held himself up, slowly pulling his semi-hard length out of your thoroughly fucked pussy.

His trickled out of you as Matt slumped onto the space beside you, his arm snaking around you subconsciously. You panted softly, a hand absentmindedly going to the star pendant. Your lips curled up subtly as Matt laid beside you with an arm draped across your stomach, catching his breath.

Cute.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟏.𝟒 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

⋆˚࿔ 𝒊𝒔𝒂’𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ This fic is written for the prettiest @strnilolover! (This is an early birthday gift lol) My girl Gabs has been there since basically day one and I want to thank you for being such a sweetheart to me and many others, so so so thankful for you! Happy birthday bby, and have a great day <3

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[sturnioloszn]

I love how spontaneous Nick is, I love Matt's comforting presence, and I love Chris's laugh. But what I love the most is that when they're together, they create a sense of safety and comfort for so many people, and the genuine happiness they bring to others (including me) is so heartwarming. Forever love these boys 💙

No pressure tags; @stvrnioloslvt @chestersturniolo @ccxsturns @snowysosturn @clairomatt @strnilolover @trevorsgodmother + anyone else!

there is so much negativity and bullshit on sturn tumblr right now so let’s all take a moment and appreciate the reason we’re all here <3

reblog with your favorite pic of each triplet and something you love about each of them

I love nick’s sense of humor (obvious. cop out), I love matt’s laugh more than anything and I love chris’s confidence and energy

no pressure tags: @ariestrxsh @colorthecosmos444 @mattsbratt333 @liiixsturniolos @hearts4werka @sturnshood @blushsturns @solarsturniolo @chrisissobabygirl @endereies @sweetshuga @pasteldreams

anyone can participate even if ur not tagged we need positivity !

[sturnioloszn]

I was gone for a few wks and come back to tumblr to this shit?? I hate pedophiles just as much as the next person and I truly believe that they (alongside rapists) have a special place in hell but bringing an innocent child into this is also wrong. In no way am I supporting what she did, but by doxxing her you're putting the life of an INNOCENT child at risk. Pls think before you act.

But for anyone who has been affected by her in any way just know that I'm always free if you need someone to talk to, I'll be more than happy to listen.

@sturniololuv08 you have until 12 AM to delete your account or I will be posting all your information.

[sturnioloszn]

thank youuuu for tagging me!! I have wayyyyy too many comfort pics, it was impossible to pick only 2 lmaooo.

no pressure tags; @evie-sturns @y3sterdaysproblem @sagesturns

Self care Sunday!

Reblog with your self care activity and your fave comfort pics of the triplets <3

Its been a heavy week on Sturn tumblr so I think we all deserve a good day of self care

no pressure tags: @sturnihoelooo @sturniolo-fann @endereies @colorthecosmos444 @bernardsbendystraws

[sturnioloszn]

thank you for tagging me ml!

no pressure tags; @sweetshuga @chestersturniolo @ccxsturns @trevorsgodmother

Tag game!!!

(We need to heal)

POST YOUR SUPERNATURAL BEING, PERFUME, AND THEME SONG!!

Mines a vampire, Tom ford lost cherry, and hearing damage by thom yorke

Tags: @bernardsbendystraws @thenickgirl @colorthecosmos444 @snoopychris

Anyone is free to join!!!

[sturnioloszn]

EMOTIONAL BRUISES - C.S

↬ chapter 1

↬ dealer!chris × academic!reader

summary; while running late to a lecture, you bump into someone who you thought seemed familiar.

warnings; none!

a/n; i'm back! lmfaoo. i'm gonna write like 9ish chapters for this au, and then i'm more than happy to take oneshot requests for them. i also have some more interesting ideas in drafts, so bear w me!

Shit. I'm already fifteen minutes late.

I anxiously tap my fingers against my arms, which are crossed over my chest. How long does it take to make a vanilla latte? I could hop over the counter and easily make it within seconds. I quickly glance back over to the clock hung near the exit, watching the seconds tick by.

I'm never late. I hate being late. I hate wasting my own time and other people's time. It's just completely inconsiderate, and yet here I am, waiting for my coffee in the crowded school cafe even though my lecture started twenty minutes ago.

I could blame my roommate for hogging up the bathroom for an entire hour, but there's no point. And anyway, I made the conscious decision to stop for coffee, making me extra late.

The girl working behind the counter reads out my name, snapping me out of my brief trance, and I waste no time grabbing it and sending a small 'thank you' her way.

Securing the latte tightly in my hand, I rush towards the door and out onto the path leading to the main building. My phone pings in the pocket of my discoloured pink cardigan, and I highly debate just leaving it but ultimately going to check the message.

It's a text from a girl in my class. Something about having to do a group project? Shit. I need to hurry up before I miss everything. I pick up the pace of my already fast walk while replying to her with my non-dominant hand, but I come to an abrupt stop when my body hits a wall.

My coffee explodes out of my hand, and I stumble backwards, dropping my phone on the concrete.

Before my mind can even begin to worry about my coffee, my phone, or the fact that I'm still running late, I hear an annoyed groan from in front of me.

Looking up, I come face to face with... wait, Matt?

I scrunch my eyebrows in clear confusion. I had no time to ask questions when I looked down at his white t-shirt, which was now drenched in what was my vanilla latte.

Before I could speak up, he beats me to it.

"Seriously? Are you always spilling drinks on people?" He complains, clearly pissed. He swipes his hands down his shirt, trying to better the situation. I quickly remember the packet of tissues in my bag and hurriedly go to grab them before pulling some out and trying to clean his shirt.

"I'm so sorry, Matt. I wasn't paying attention," I say, beginning to apologise for the havoc I had just created. I rub the tissues against his soaked shirt, trying to absorb as much of the beverage as possible.

"What?" He asks, confusion now becoming a primary emotion displayed on his face, his anger slightly subsiding.

"Matt? Don't we do economics and finance together?" I question, even more confused. I know I'm not crazy. I've definitely seen him in class with me before. I back away slightly, stopping my movements.

"No," he replies coldly, still trying to lighten the marks on his shirt. He snatches the tissues out of my hand and continues to clean himself while I'm left, standing completely perplexed.

"Yes...? You usually sit like two seats down from me,"

"Matts my brother," he grumbles, still irritated by our entire interaction so far.

Ohhhh. He has a brother. Shit, they looked scarily alike. Unless they're twins or some shit. That's kinda crazy though.

"You're twins?" I ask, attempting to debunk my theory.

"Triplets," He speaks, clearly not interested in this conversation.

"Oh, that's cool," I say, attempting to tone down the tension but failing miserably.

"Cool? Seriously?" He asks, unimpressed.

"I mean, I've never met someone who's a triplets before so... yeah?"

"Now you have. Congratulations," He says snidely.

Wow, this guy is rude. Nothing at all like his brother. Well, one of his brothers anyway. Maybe he deserved to have his shirt ruined, probably karma for something shitty he did earlier.

"Okay, I said I was sorry," I sigh, bending down to pick up my phone, giving it a small inspection for any cracks or scratches before shoving it into my cardigan pocket once again.

"Yeah, whatever. You need to look where you're going,"

"I was but- No, clearly you wasn't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have bumped into me,"

Holy shit. It was an accident, and this guy is getting so upset over it. He needs to get over himself.

"Listen, I'm late to my class, I would say it was great meeting you, but it really wasn't. Have a great day, though," I say, trying to form somewhat of a smile and hurrying off to my class, leaving him standing in the middle of the path helplessly.

By the time I reached my class, it was already thirty-five minutes into my two hour lecture; and of course, my usual seat was taken, but I spot an available seat, unironically, next to Matt.

I quickly walk to the vacant space, trying my best to not disturb others with my tardiness. I plop down into the seat, and Matt looks away from the screen of his laptop and over to me instead. I give a small smile to which he sweetly reciprocates.

After finally getting all my stuff out of my bag and settling down, I glance over to Matt's laptop and noticed a few notes I missed.

"What'd I miss?" I whisper, turning slightly to face him, in the hopes that he wouldn't mind sharing his notes. God, I really do hate being late; now I'm inconveniencing others, this is so embarrassing.

"Nothing much, he just talked the group project. We have to do some market analysis and find case studies of failed and successful businesses," He explains, panning his laptop over to me, showing me the few notes he made of what he needs to do for the project.

I nod my head, scribbling down the same information into my workbook.

"We can do it together if you'd like?" He asks after patiently waiting for me to finish jotting down everything.

"Yeah, of course," I reply, giving him another smile. Matt was one of those people who was incredibly easy to get along with. I mean, we've only ever spoken like twice, but both times were pleasant. He seemed so sweet and kind; the polar opposite to his brother. That reminds me.

"You know I bumped into... uhm, I actually didn't catch his name; one of your brothers. He had brown hair and blue- oh," I speak before realising I was just describing Matt. They're triplets stupid, of they're gonna look the same. He chuckles at my silly realisation before speaking up.

"Yeah, one of my brothers takes photography here, so it was probably him," he explains. I furrow my eyebrows slightly; he didn't really look like a photography type of guy.

"Well, either way, I don't think I made a great impression," I sigh. He raises his eyebrows slightly, encouraging me to keep speaking. "I kinda spilt my entire cup of coffee on him. Accidently... obviously. But he didn't take it well, saying I should've 'looked where I was going' and stuff,"

He kept his eyes locked on me the entire time while I explained the brief interaction I had with his sibling. By the end of my explanation he seemed slightly more confused.

"Oh, you must've met Chris instead. I thought you met my brother who goes to our same college, but that doesn't sound like him," he speaks, revealing the name of one of his brothers.

Chris. I think about the name for a moment, it seemed pretty fitting.

For the rest of the lecture, time drags, and it feels like my ass is becoming one with the seat. My eyes feel heavy with the dimmed lighting and low buzzing noise coming from the professor. Ugh, I wish I had drank that coffee; too bad it ended up all over Chris's shirt.

The time finally ticks over the end of class, and Matt and I exchange phone numbers in order to keep in touch about the project.

a/n; eeee, i'm sorry for the million yr wait, but 2025 has literally been a mess for me so far. hopefully, the drama is over, and i can start posting more regularly again. anyway, i hope you enjoy this silly au I'm writing (it'll get better, i promise, this is just setting up the story), love youuuu <33.

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