#again this definitely wasn't the first time Chris had done something like this

[mattsrod]

- ; CHRIS STURNIOLO ; -

' experimenting ' - requested.

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- ; warnings - use of toys, plot(?), smut, established relationships , mutual masturbation,

- ; 11:13 am

you and chris left the house early this morning before matt and nick had even opened their eyes.

usually, you and chris would sleep later than them considering the nights you had together.

but no, last night you two went to sleep extremely early as your morning plans would require you to.

because in the afternoon while you were at work you received a text from your boyfriend.

and this lead to where you are now.

in a sex shop.

in downtown LA.

at 11:30 in the morning.

- ; 11:28 am

"chris if you get a boner from those sex dolls we are leaving."

"too late."

although he was joking, you still shot him a look.

but he didnt look back.

instead, he was looking at the large array of vibrators infront of you two.

"what are you thinking?" he asked, looking at you attentively.

"of you fucking me with one of these." you turned your head and looked up at him innocently.

"i meant what kind of vibrator are you thinking of getting dumb a-"

"is there anything in specific you two are looking for?" a voice chimed in before chris could finish his retort.

it was a store employee with purple hair and a face adorned with peircings whose name tag read "sapphire"

"im just looking for something to make my girl feel good." chris answered way too casually.

you again, shot him a look, but his eyes were locked onto 'sapphire'

"well, we have a lot of that here!" she laughed awkwardly.

you cracked a smile back.

chris stayed expressionless before saying, "well do you recommend anything for first timers?"

how the fuck is he so casual about this? you thought.

"i think i have just the thing! its on the pricier side.. so let me know if you want something cheaper!"

sapphire then walked to the back of the store where you heard the rustling of boxes.

"damn that bitch talks a lot." you whispered

chris giggled at your remark before the purple haired girl came back with a fairly large box labled: inspiring vibrating wand: powerful vibrations

the box was about a foot tall with a long black well, wand, on the front. it had a bright orange label that had '149.99' on it.

intimated by the large thing, you looked at chris, who was smirking and shaking his head in delight.

"we'll take it." he said like he had done this a million times before.

"alright, perfect! meet me over at the register." sapphire walked over to the counter.

"chris!" you whispered sharply. "thats too expensive!"

you tugged on his hoodie to prevent him from waking over to the counter.

he stopped walking and turned around"hey, anything to make my girl feel good, alright?"

you couldn't help it but get red in the face at this.

you obliged and followed him to the register, thinking about what was to come.

- ; 11:44 am

the ride home was excruciating.

you pressed your thighs together as you thought of how your new item would be used.

"you alright, baby?" chris put his hand on your thigh, not taking his eyes off of the road.

you squirmed impatiently under his touch

"i might have to you the wand on you right when you get home, huh?"

-; 12:00 pm

you entered chris's room and sat on his bed.

chris walked in a few moments later, the box in hand.

he immediately sat down next to you and started opening it up.

he pulled out an instruction manual first, "damn they have a whole instruction manual for this bitch? maybe we shouldve gotten something different.."

you laughed. "it's probably just how to clean it or some shit."

"oh, then we will definitely need that." he looked up at you and smiled, gaining an ego boost after saying that.

you smacked his hand playfully.

then he took out the wand and clicked the button to the highest setting.

the head of it wirred loudly, which startled the both of you.

chris quickly turned it off and laughed, he tried to pretend he wasn't thinking about overstimulating your dripping cunt with it.

but, his manhood gave him away.

"we might just have to use this now." chris said playfully as he discarded the box onto the floor, leaving 6 inches between you and chris.

"but chris" you were cut off by a sloppy kiss on the lips from chris.

he pushed you down on the bed hovering over you, kissing you.

when you finally caught your breath you spoke, "what if matt and nick hear?"

"pfft. they wont be up for at least another 2 hours."

you giggled and resumed sloppily kissing.

lips still interlocked, chris moved to the side so you could take your sweatpants off, and you did the same for him.

the kiss lasted a few more minutes before chris could bear it anymore, and he took his boxers off.

you broke the kiss so you could look at his soaking member.

he stroked it a few times before picking up the wand.

you swallowed, it burned.

he turned it on the second lowest setting and pressed it against your cunt.

"mmh.." you let out a small moan in response.

chris moved the vibrator up and down your clothed pussy.

his cock twitched as he could visibly see how turned on you were by this.

and although you were extremely stimulated by the wand, his aching cock didnt go unnoticed by you.

you grabbed the wand from chris's hand, signaling for him to take off your panties.

he happily obliged to this, taking them off with his teeth, which grazed you as he did so.

he lowered his tounge down onto your pussy, licking it.

you shuddered.

he licked your pussy again, this time with more strength.

he licked again and again and again until he couldnt help himself from sucking.

you moaned loudly.

your hand was getting sore from holding the vibrator, so you brought it down and rested it against chris's leaking tip.

"fuck." he moaned into your pussy, sending vibrations up your core.

this went on for a few more moments until chris's hips started to shudder, and your breathing became more rapid.

chris sat up, taking the vibrator off of its resting place on his dick, and bringing it up to your pussy.

he stroked his cock at the sight of your cunt, and you convulsing.

as much as you were enjoying this, you still wanted to help chris, so you grabbed the base of his cock and moved his own hand off of it, jerking him off.

"oh yeah baby- fuck- just like that" he moaned out as the pace of your strokes increased, focusing on his tip.

you could tell he was getting close.

with he free hand he stuck two fingers into your pussy. curling them perfectly and they explored you.

but with the sight of your boyfriend jerking into your hand, vibrator which was now at the highest setting assaulting your cunt, the feeling you knew all too well crept up on you sooner than expected.

"fuck- chris im cumming!" you screamed, the pleasure washed over your whole body in waves.

you came all over his fingers, the movement of your hand on his cock become sloppy.

this was enough for chris to let out a long moan "shit- me too-"

he came all over your cunt, and the vibrator.

your breathing, although heavy, became synchronized with his.

"i guess we are gonna need that cleaning manual huh?"

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i have no fucken clue where i got this motivation to write so.. this took me like an hour tff😱

[jillsandwhichs]

Gentle Mornings

Chapter 7 to RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection

Masterlist

Pairing: F!Reader x Chris Redfield (RE6)

Summary: Chris wakes you up and surprises you with breakfast in bed. And if that wasn't enough, he fucks you against the kitchen counter : D

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Dating

WC: 2.6k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Kissing, Dirty talk, Clit rubbing, You cum on his fingers, Kitchen sex, Unprotected PiV, Spanking, Hair pulling, He finishes inside of you

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

"Wake up beautiful."

You could hear the deep voice faintly, you knew it was Chris. You are so tired though, more sleep'll do you good. You could lay in this comfy bed forever and be content, but alas.

"Sweetheart, get up." Chris said softly.

You could feel his gentle big hand caressing your upper arm-it made you feel all warm inside. Chris is very physically affectionate, which you love. Being touched is something you also enjoy, more-so than being the toucher. Chris is like a bear-he's large and cuddly. "Baby, I'd love for you to open your eyes." At this point, you were being stubborn and you could tell just by his tone that he knew. "Don't make me make you." He teased, patting your butt.

Ultimately, you opened your eyes.

"Hi." You chuckled, sitting up and adjusting to the light in the bedroom. The curtains were spread apart, the light was on and the TV was on too-all so glimmery. "Hey princess, good morning." Chris laughed, stroking a few pieces of loose hair from out of your face. "Did you sleep good?" "I did. I slept very good actually." "Good." Chris smirked, leaning in and kissing your cheek gently. He is in such a good mood, it's odd. Of course, he always tries to be positive but this is just weird, especially considering it's... You checked the clock. Nine in the morning...

Analyzing the room, you noticed a tray of food set on the white dresser the two of you share. You were curious as to what it was.

"What's that baby?" "Oh, the food? Well baby," He stood up and grabbed the tray carefully, scared it may tip over just by one wrong move. "I made you breakfast." Chris said kindly, sitting on the edge of the bed once again. Did he really? How sweet of him. The only other time he's ever done this was on Christmas a few months back. "Sweetie, really?" You spoke in awe-he is truly the best. "Thank you. Why though?" You tittered, picking up the fork-you were ready to dig in. "Just thought you deserved it." He whispered, caressing your lower leg.

The plate had all sorts of goodies on it. Toast, eggs, fruit and sausage, it looked amazing. You were still somewhat confused as to why Chris suddenly decided to do this for you but either way, the gesture is out of this world.

You are excited to eat. Funnily enough, you are starving first thing when you wake up since you don't eat before bed, it's as if he read your mind. "Just eat up honey, I'll be out in the living room, okay?" "Alright." You gave him a quick nod as you took a bite of the steaming, smokey meat. Chris grinned, he was glad you were happy. "Good, love you." Chris pressed a kiss to your small nose before exiting your guy's shared bedroom. "I love you as well." You shouted, making sure he could hear you good.

You'd eat then go see him, that's the plan. You began to eat as fast as you could, you now just wanted to spend your morning with him before he has to leave for work at ten.

-

The breakfast he made you was immaculate. Chris is an amazing cook, definitely better than you are. You finished it rather quickly too, surprisingly. All that was left on your plate was a couple scrambled eggs but other than that, it was totally clean.

You hopped up out of bed with a grunt & a yawn-you were still pretty tired. Plate in hand, you walked out of the bedroom.

Down the hall, you could see Chris. He was just sitting on the couch, checking out one of his stupid man magazines that he gets weekly. He noticed you were done and whistled, seeing you walk out in just your shirt and panties. "Hey hot stuff." He teased, tossing the magazine down and getting up off of the couch. "Hi." You smiled from afar, setting your plate down in the empty sink-he even did the dishes!

Ambling towards you, you couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. His face tucked itself into the crook of your neck. He placed soft, warm kisses all along it. "Mmm, I love you." What has him in this type of mood today? "I love you so much but Chris, why are you being like this?" You chortled, setting your hands on top of his, his were resting on your lower tummy. "Because I love you, is that an issue? Can I not love my girlfriend?" Such an ass.

"Babe, don't be dense," You snorted, "Trust me, I love this, you just usually aren't this lovey dovey, that's all." "Well I'm feeling it today." His kisses moved to the back of your ear. You can't deny it, it's turning you on deep down.

As he kissed all over your face from behind, you felt his large hands begin to trail downwards. The shirt you are wearing is oversized and long, but you knew he'd continue. Once his finger tips were just above the waistband of your panties, he stopped and whispered, "Can I?" Um, of course he can.

"Mhm." You mumbled. Your hands were holding onto his wrists, you didn't know where else to place them. With a groan, you felt his hand slide down the outside of your panties. His thick fingers were right above your covered clit. You were wet and you knew he could tell. "So soaked for me, hmm?" He whispered in your kiss, planting more kisses onto it. "Mhm." You giggled, your breath shuttered as he pressed down onto your nub. "I wanna fuck you so hard right now." He growled.

You two literally fucked last night, he is such a teenage boy. "Did you not get it out of your system last night?" "Oh I did, but you build it back up so easily." Chris chuckled. He began to slowly rub your clit through your panties. His fingers are magical. "Oh." You seethed. Your head tossed back as he caressed your clit quickly. "Feels good?" "Yeah..." You whimpered. It was hard to keep your eyes off of his hand. It was fascinating-how he would please you.

"You gonna cum for me baby?" That condescending tone he gets when he knows he is ruining you. "Shut up." You huffed out, earning a snicker out of him. "You know I'm just messing with you."

Chris rubbed it even faster. Your legs were shaking already. Your clit felt like it was going to explode. That inevitable firey feeling in your stomach was evident, it was burning-a burning passion for Chris. The breakfast in bed, the dishes being done and his loveyness? Yeah. It was no surprise he was also going to wind up fucking you.

A few more caresses-and it was your undoing. You loudly moaned, your legs shaking and your back arching automatically. Chris hummed, kissing the back of your head a couple times as you came just by him stroking you. "That's my girl." He commended you, enjoying how fast you finished for him.

Suddenly, you squealed as he bent you over the kitchen counter. You've never fucked in a kitchen before, this is new. "What're you doing?" You questioned him. The sound of his fly being pulled down was heard. "Fucking you, what does it look like?" Chris chuckled, bringing his hand to your ass and squeezing it. You giggled and simply rested your head against the cold, polished counter.

You bit your lip seductively. It's so early in the morning, how could he possibly be in the mood already? You aren't complaining though. You could feel him pulling your panties down your legs til he left them at your ankles-a hard slap then came to your ass. You could hear him pulling his sweatpants down as well, he was wasting absolutely no time. "I'll be gentle, at least at first." Chris teased. You giggled. He knows how to make you laugh.

Chris's hand went to your ass, gripping onto it for support. Chris has a love for your ass, he's always been more of a butt guy. "Mmm." You heard him moan out from behind you. You knew he wasn't going to waste any more time-foreplay was non-existent.

You could hear his hand pumping his cock. He gets turned on so easily. You remember the time you simply walked out in a messy ponytail and a pajama set and not even a minute later, he was deep inside of you. You two fucked very early on into your relationship-its not surprise it happens so often in your relationship.

"You sure I can?" "Yes baby." You chuckled, spread your legs slightly more, wanting him inside of you already. You could hear him whisper something beneath his breath. It sounded like he said "Fuck." But it was hard to tell. Chris is absolutely enthralled by you. He's obsessed with you, just as you are with him. You felt his tip tease your entrance-instantly arousing you furthermore. "Oh." You winced. You were fighting the urge to push yourself into him.

With his hand on your ass, the other around his dick, you moaned softly as he entered you. Your body accepted him with grace. The way you wrapped around him directly after said so much. You were made for him-that is how you feel at least. "My God," Chris hummed, both hands squeezing your rear. "You're so damn tight." Those words are like music to your ears. You didn't really know how to respond. Dirty talk has never necessarily been your forte. "You feel good." You whispered whilst nestling your head against your arms.

Feeling him felt like heaven. He's not too long nor too big, he's just right. You've missed this-despite it only being a literal day since you two made love.

Chris began to pull out of you. He was slow with it. He dragged it out so long. "Chris." You whined. Feeling every single inch slip out of you was tortuous. You just wanted him to rail you-hard. All you got in response was a snicker. He's such a prick sometimes. A sexy one though.

Once his tip was practically out of you, he slammed back into you. Your entire body was shoved into the counter, causing you to wince. Both of his hands held onto your waist firmly. Each thrust was exuberant. You loved how he used you. His pleasure meant everything to you. You can't get enough of the idea of him being fulfilled. He deserves it. His hands caressed your midriff with each movement.

All you could do was relax and let him use your pretty little pussy as he pleases.

Your head was resting against your cold arms-the counter being even cooler. Each time he pounded into you, your hood thrusted against the counter. While it wasn't the most pleasant feeling, the feeling of him being buried inside of you countered it out. He's so good at this. He's always been practically a God at fucking you. He makes you cum way to easily.

"Baby." You moaned, your eyes closing and mouth becoming permanently agape. You felt a wack come to your ass as his speed increased, along with the power of his movements. He is already leaking inside of you. You could feel his member twitching, just begging for that lovely release. Making love like this, oh it'll never get old. "Just keep taking it, princess." He muttered. His fingers were slowly yet surely making their way up your back, trailing ever so slowly.

"I can't..." He stammered. "I cannot get over how good you feel, God, you're soaked." He huffed out. You began to push yourself against him, therefore he wouldn't be the only one working. You heard him grunt & moan. It felt good to know you could please him just as he does with you.

For a moment, you could tell he quit his movements. Now, it was all you. You pushed your ass up against his man hood, moving and twisting in all sorts of ways, just attempting to bring him closer to his peak. You wanted to make him feel all sorts of ways. "You are so sexy." You heard him mumble. His deep, scratchy voice has always been so attractive. "Say more." You moaned. You wish you could be staring at him in this very moment. You wanted to see his face as you made him moan & grunt and overall made him feel perfect.

"I love you."

"I needed this."

"You're so pretty, baby."

Gosh.

Everything he said just made you feel euphoric.

As you felt his hand nuzzle itself into your hair, you whimpered. With a tug and a thrust, he was suddenly fucking you like literally never before. He was holding your hair tightly. Your head being forced backwards, all you could do was let it happen. It felt so good. He was moving so fast now, so hard too. "Good girl." Chris whispered. You could tell just admiring you. Taking the sight of you in. You were his drink and he was dehydrated. He needed this just as much as you did.

You could feel how deep he was inside of you.

Each pump, you felt like he was bruising your insides. His girth brushed against your clenched walls. The movements brought you closer and closer with stroke. You needed to release. It was becoming way too much.

"I'm gonna cum." You panted out. You could feel it-your orgasm stirring up inside of you. "Cum for me baby." Chris grunted. His free hand came down and squeezed your ass before smacking it-that was what finished you off.

Arching your back even more than before, you whimpered quietly as you came all around it. Your fluids coated the entire base of his dick. "Fuck." Chris chuckled, caressing your rear. "Such a dirty girl." The way he spoke, so intense & sexy. "I'm gonna cum too." Chris moaned.

He let go of your hair, allowing you some freedom. You held yourself up now, both arms resting on the counter to uplift you. His head went to the crook of your neck. You could feel his breath on your throat-it was hot and he was close. "Gonna cum so deep inside of you." "Oh." You moaned, tossing your head back slightly, feeling him plunge into you at a non-human rate.

He did not lie.

Shortly after, you felt his semen shoot inside of you. Right as he came, he simply stilled inside of you. It felt so interactive, so pleasurable. "Mmm, dear Lord." He snickered. He kissed your neck a few times, breathing in your intoxicating, feminine scent. "That feel good?" "So good." You giggled.

Chris pulled out of you and immediately grasped you, holding you up. It's like he knew. Your legs were weak & wobbly. You felt like a balloon. "I gotcha sweetheart." He laughed, kissing you gently. The kiss was so sweet. He takes care of you, even after such rough and intimate moments. "We should shower." "Good thinking." Chris whispered.

Your boyfriend picked you up into his arms and off you two were to the restroom.

Hopefully while he's at work, he won't be able to get his mind off of you and it'll be just like this when he arrives home...

[torialefay]

Hey!! Can I request prompt #5 with chan? Where he hates you for some reason but later find out he was just avoiding you because he actually likes you?? And fem!reader decides to tease him by riling him up and he tries to act like a dom but really he is just a subby puppy? Idk why I can definitely see Chris as someone who tries to act dominant but when it comes to actually doing the deed he gets so shy and can’t even say full sentences because of how intense the pleasure is 😩

didn't mean for it to get this long, but i present to you:

I Think You're Really Pretty Too 🤭

bangchan x reader (f); sub-ish!shy!chan SMUT

• knock. knock. knock. "chris? can I have a word with you?"

• you waited patiently outside of chris's studio door.

• it wasn't long before the heavy door opened up, a confused-looking chris on the other side.

• "oh... hey," he said, looking down awkwardly.

• "care if i come in?" you said, annoyed.

• he didn't say anything, just stepped back a bit, moving the door with him.

• you barged in, almost frantic. you were acting off of your adrenaline high, but still trying to calm yourself down.

• you paced to the other side of his body, waiting for the door to close behind you.

• as soon as the door shut, you came right in front of him, only inches from his chest.

• "listen," you started. "i get it that you don't like me or whatever- that's not a secret. but i'd really appreciate it if you could keep your eye rolling when i'm talking at a minimum," you huffed at him.

• he looked taken aback. like out of all things that could be happening, it couldn't be this.

• his eyes shot up, offering no verbal response.

• "really? i've been trying to be the mature one but i'm serious, you can't keep acting like this. i don't even know what i did to you in the first place." you sized him up and down.

• "y/n, i didn't mean it like that," he breathed out, looking off to the side. anywhere but at you.

• "oh yeah, then what did you mean it like? because the last time i checked, you're either always ignoring me, being mean to me, or making fun of me. at a certain point, there has to be a line."

• you were upset now. couldn't he see that you were trying to have an ACTUAL conversation about this? but nooo, he's just gonna put on a sad face and pretend like he doesn't know what's going on. but not this time.

• "what have i ever done to you? i've always tried to be nice to you! in the beginning i did everything right just to try to ammend whatever it was that was wrong. but nothing pleases you, does it? you just can't be happy or satisfied with anything i do? if you hated me so much, why didn't you just talk to jyp and get me kicked out?"

• you were heated at this point. and apparently so was chan. his cheeks were flustered and he was trying his best to make eye contact, but gave up after a half second.

• "i don't hate you, y/n," he let out in a small voice. it made you laugh.

• "you don't hate me? then what do you call it? because you sure as hell don't like me."

• again, no response. his ears were red now too as he stared at the floor. his mouth curled up into a tight half-grin, like he was trying to get something out, but couldn't. you could see his hands turn into fists, balling up the extra fabric at the ends of his hoodie sleeves, nervously wriggling.

• that's when it dawned on you. maybe chan didn't hate you at all. maybe it was quite the opposite. maybe that's why he never would leave you alone. never would stop taunting you. you had just chalked it up to him being an asshole, especially when he was around his friends. he just always had to be the "alpha male" in the room. not so alpha now though, is he?

• you took a slight step back, running your tongue across your teeth and rolling your mouth into a smile. you eyed him up and down. "christopher, do you have anything you'd like to tell me?" you teased.

• he knew he was in for it now. he couldn't escape.

• "no, i don't know what you're talking about," he tried to lie.

• "i think you know quite well what i'm talking about," you smirked and crossed your arms.

• he looked up at you with questioning eyes, but you stared right back with interrogating ones. you wouldn't let up.

• "fine, fine. maybe i don't dislike you. i guess i kind of like you..." he trailed off. you couldn't force his face to look up to you if you tried.

• he looked so cute like this, you thought. he's not the big bad chan everyone made him out to be. no... he was just a little channie with a big crush on you. you decided to see how far you could take it. how cute he could get with that blush over his face.

• "oh really?" you smiled at him, flirting. "tell me what you like about me." you were going to toy with him like a cat with a mouse.

• "oh my gosh..."

• "come on channie, use your words for me."

• he froze when he heard you call him by his nickname. it made him feel so tiny. but something in him also felt so seen.

• "i guess i like that you are..." he slowly brought his eyes back up to yours. "so pretty... and nice... and smart... and talented. and-" you cut him off.

• "you think i'm pretty, channie?" you batted your eyelashes.

• "well uhm- yeah- i mean i think you're... beautiful. but i know that's weird to say and i know you probably don't feel the same and that's okay, but that's just how i feel and i guess that's why i act the way that i do around you because i just dont know how to act normal and.. i'm sorry, this is really embarrassing," you let him ramble until he brought his hands up to hide his face. he smiled into them, squeezing his eyes shut like he could just squeeze away all of his discomfort.

• you took his hands off of his face and held them in your own.

• "i think you're really pretty too," you smiled at him, rubbing a small circle into his hand. he felt his heart leap out of his chest. you decided to push him further.

• "you know, i never really thought about it before, but maybe we could try this out? me and you?" you teased.

• you moved his hands that were still resting in yours to move along to your hips, when they were situated on you, you guided his hands down until they were resting over your ass.

• he couldn't even move, too flabbergasted at what you were doing to him. he felt himself instantly get hard in his shorts.

• "how does that feel, handsome?"

• "it feels good," he choked out.

• "yeah?" you moved your body until it was pressed up against his. you let one free hand walk its way up his chest until it reached the collar of his shirt. you gave a quick tug, pulling his face closer to yours.

• "and how do you think it would feel if i kissed you?"

• he let out a small moan, closing his eyes. that's all the confirmation you needed.

• you pressed your lips to his, wasting no time being gentle. your one goal was to show him what he'd been messing with this whole time.

• as you deepened the kiss, throwing your tongue into his mouth and biting at his lips, he finally got comfortable enough to run his hands along the outline of your ass. he gave a few good squeezes and let out another moan into the kiss.

• "feels good?" you asked as you pulled back. you could see the bliss in his eyes as you spoke.

• "mmm yes," he gave a half smile.

• "and what if i did this?" you kept the one hand pulling taut on his collar, while the other made it's way down his chest, to his abdomen, and finally down to rest right over his bulge.

• he gulped.

• "what? channie doesn't want it?" you almost giggled.

• "no, no! please. please do it."

• "please do what? remember how i said use your words?" you had the biggest bullying smirk on your face.

• "please touch me," he breathed out, closing his eyes.

• you let your hand grasp onto him, feeling how hard he already was under his shorts.

• he let out a soft hiss at your touch. it just made you smile bigger.

• "mmm so you do like it. what if i moved my fingers like this?" you made a grappling motion, putting fingers on each side of his dick and jerking slowly up and down, as much as the fabric would allow.

• he lost his breath for a moment. "mmm yes. more please."

• "more? you want me to go harder?" you flashed your teeth in a big smile and started quickening the pace of your hand. you watched as he whined and rutted against it, trying to get any friction he could.

• he suddenly pushed your hips down closer onto him to that his dick could make contact with the fabric of your skirt as he thrust.

• "you're gonna make me horny if you don't stop," you said, threateningly. it made him want to agg you on even more. he reached a hand down to start thumbing at your clit, getting a newfound confidence.

• "mmmm good boy," you cooed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "just like that."

• he kept rubbing up and down with just enough pressure until you started to not be able to handle it anymore.

• "keep going. harder," you instructed, now rutting your own hips into his hand.

• your clit was now engorged and hot. you could feel yourself seeping out of your underwear. you knew chan could feel it too.

• "ah fuckkkk, just like that," you instructed, as he followed your commands. "don't stop rutting up into me either. keep going as hard as you can."

• he kept moving his hips, but a few whimpers were coming out with each stroke. you didn't dare let the tension off of your hand around his dick as he moved.

• "y/n... i think i'm gonna cum. i think i'm gonna cum," he whined.

• "yeah? mmm look at you, gonna cum so hard for me in your own fucking pants." you teased.

• he could only cry out a small moan in response.

• "don't fucking stop. don't you dare stop until i cum. keep rubbing me. harder. make me fucking cum christopher."

• his eyes shut tight as he pressed his entire weight into his hand, making sure to keep the same steady rhythm onto you, but giving you the heavy amount of pressure you needed to feel every little movement. it all got overwhelming so quickly. in a matter of seconds, you felt it hit you. it rushed over your body like a wave.

• "fuck fuck fuck. keep going. keep going. you're doing so fucking good," you instructed him. you rode out your high, gripping onto his hand for dear life.

• chan thought he was going to burst. he couldn't help himself any longer.

• "please can i cum? i can't hold on-" he cried, the feeling of your hand and your hips getting too much for him.

• "you can cum now, channie," you said, panting. "be a good boy and cum all over your pants for me. show me what you were hiding this whole time."

[freshxsturniolo]

This might be a mouth full but can you do one where Matt o(or Chris)and y/n are in a relationship but they had some time apart and in that time Matt (or Chris) saw someone else and they go to mutuals party she’s there but y/n has no idea they hooked up and when she pieces it together she gets upset that he never told her and etc.

HEY BABY this was so fun to write. i hope this is okay <3 (i did matt hehe)

your relationship with matt in the first year had been far from perfect. you were the absolute definition of right person, wrong time. his YouTube career was at its peak, subscribers climbing higher and higher each week, and it was difficult for you both to juggle such a change to his life, plus your own life with your own commits, and your relationship.

when you both came to the decision to take a break for a while, your heart had broke. you had both cried and spent the day in his room, cuddled together on his bed watching your favourite tv shows, promising to always love each other no matter what happened.

you spent 6 months watching him rise and rise, whilst your own career took off better than ever. you were heartbroken but you had hope. you had faith that together one day you would be together again. you had said it was nothing more than a break, knowing your love for each other would bond together again one day. but over the course of those months you both become so busy, it had almost seemed unlikely. you had somehow learned to live a life without matt sturniolo, watching from the shadows of his life.

texts become the odd instagram dm, before becoming nothing more than the odd instagram like. but you were happy. you could tell he was living his life, he looked happier and healthier than had ever done before and that was enough for you.

"we love each other no matter what happens, okay?" his words to you that final night 6 months prior. and you did.

but when you woke up one january morning to a missed call, your heart had been in your throat. it had come early, around 6am, but in your deep slumber you hadn't heard it. there was no follow up. there was no text afterwards. you even checked on instagram and there had been no DM. you had almost convinced yourself it was accidental, but there was something in your heart pulling you to him.

so you called, and he answered on the first ring. you grabbed coffee together an hour later, and that night, you were back at his house, watching movies with him and his two brothers like nothing had ever happened.

"i never stopped loving you, you know" he had said, and you had smiled as you finally leant in to kiss his soft lips.

"me either, matt. we said we never would."

he smiled. "i know"

and suddenly, everything worked out. the time apart had been perfect, you couldn't deny it. as heartbroken as you had been at the time. you had learned to live without him but the minute you was in his presence again, you knew you never actually wanted to live without him.

and matt felt the same. he knew that the lack of contact was his own fault. he had been the one to stop replying to your texts, the one to stop replying to your instagram stories, but he had never stopped thinking about you. his brothers had told him he was stupid, but he knew he wasn't. the 6 months break was needed. and when he woke up that one january morning, and he woke up and did his daily scan of your social media outlets, he knew it was time. he knew he needed you back in his life.

to now, 5 months later, watching you apply the last touch of your make up in the mirror of his bathroom whilst he came out of his bedroom, looking at you with a smile.

"you ready?" he asked, and you looked at him through the mirror.

"beyond ready, i need a drink" you said, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. his arms snaked around your lower back and he leant in to give you a soft kiss.

"you two are too lovey dovey for me" you heard chris remark from the kitchen, and you had rolled your eyes with a laugh, pulling away.

"try talking to a girl for more than one second" matt had said, and you turned around to slap his arm. these boys could be so cruel to each other, but you knew it was all in love.

"come on, we're already late" nick had said from somewhere you couldn't see until you heard his feet down the stairs, chris following not far behind.

and an hour later, you where leant against the kitchen in your friends new house, chatting to a few of your girlfriends. you were celebrating her new career move and her new house and you were beaming with pride at how all of your lives were working out. your friends were happy, you were happy, your boyfriend was happy. life couldn't have worked out better.

"so," your friend said, coming to the side of you. "you and matt are okay, right?"

you smiled at her, swallowing down your drink.

"better than ever. the break really did us good" you said, and she smiled.

"im so glad."

and as if right on queue, he appeared.

"hey, babe" he said, walking over and planting a kiss on your lips.

"hey, baby" you smiled in return.

he moved to the side of you, reaching around to grab a fresh drink.

"you having fun?" he asked, but you didn't get chance to reply before his name was squealed from somewhere across the room. both of your heads snapped around, and it didn't take more than a second to see the beaming smile of some girl you'd never seen. you knew your friend had a whole group of friends you didn't know, you'd been passing polite hellos across the last hour, but this girl you had never seen before.

"oh, fuck." you heard matt utter under his breath, and your head snapped away from the gorgeous girl walking towards you and towards your boyfriend. you noticed the way his face had turned weary.

"who's that?" you whispered, and he looked at you for a millisecond before the girl was in front of you.

she was taller than you, her hair placed in a blonde bun on top of her head, and she was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. you didn't even notice you'd straightened your position and pouted your lips slightly.

her arms immediately went around matts neck, and you stood at the side of him as you watched him wrap his arms loosely around her back.

"hey" he muttered as they pulled away.

"i haven't seen you in so long" she beamed up at him, before her eyes finally diverted in your direction. "oh, hey!" she said, and you smiled.

"this is y/n" he said, and you saw from the corner of your eye that he was looking at you as he said it. but you kept your eyes on this stunning blonde, watching as her eyes widen slightly. and then she lunges forward to hug you, her perfume strong against your nose.

"i've heard so much about you!" she exclaims. you can't help but hug her back.

"you have?" you say with a laugh, your eyes finally meeting matts against the hug. when she pulls away, you notice the way his eyes go straight to her.

"so much! so," she says, taking a step back. "you guys are back together?"

"yeah" matt answers immediately, his hand finding yours.

"ah, im happy for you both!" she beams. "that explains the quietness, matt" she laughs, and your heart stops.

you look down at matts hand in yours, the sudden need to be close to you, and her words, and suddenly you feel sick.

the blonde reaches behind matt to the row of drinks behind you, and when her eyes are diverted else where you give matt a look, he smiles. but it doesn't reach his eyes like it normally does. when she finally pulls back, drink in hand, she looks between you both awkwardly. matt still hasn’t responded to her previous remark.

you put on a smile before pulling your hand away from matt.

“well, i’ll leave you both to catch up” you say, diverting your eyes to the girl who you hadn’t even asked her name, before you turn on your heel.

“babe” he starts, but you turn around quickly.

“matt,” you say. and he knows. he knows not to follow you.

you look back to the girl. “lovely to meet you”

“you too” she says, but you’ve walked away before you even see her face.

you can’t be upset. you can’t. but god it was so fucking obvious. her excited squeal, the look on her face when he said your name, it was so fucking obvious and you can’t help the tears that have brimmed in your eyes.

but you’re startled by a familiar face walking around the corner, slamming yourself against his chest.

“woooo easy tiger” chris says, and you look up at him as the first tear falls. “oh, fuck. what’s happened?”

but his eyes divert behind you and you see the way his eyes widen. it’s all the confirmation you need.

“did he sleep with her?” you ask, taking a deep breath. you could not cry on your boyfriends brothers shoulder.

“it’s not my place-“

you laugh. “so yes”

“it was only a handful of times”

“a HANDFUL?” you shout, and chris’ eyes widen as he pulls you backwards, out of the view of the kitchen and into the hallway he’d just emerged from. “a fucking handful, chris?”

“i’m not sure, alright? you should speak to matt about it”

you knew he was right. you were putting him on the spot and that wasn’t fair.

“can i chill with you, for a minute?” you ask, the anger surging through you almost unbearable.

“yes, come on” he says, and he takes your wrists and drags you in the direction of some of his friends.

they shout your name when they see you, and you put on a brave face, but the atmosphere is ruined. it’s not that you could even be mad. jesus, you weren’t together. but it was the not knowing. it was the fact he hadn’t told you. you had spent months learning to live a life without him and he’d spent it buried up in some other girl.

“he loves you, you know” chris said randomly an hour later. you’d been glued it his side the entire time, and listening to him yap to his friends had kept you from spiralling. the blonde and matt had not entered your line of sight once.

you look up at him with a smile. “i know” you whisper, and he gives you a one arm hug, pulling you into his side. “go and talk to him, please.”

and you knew you had to. because you weren’t having fun, and you needed to hear it from him.

so you stand up, leaving chris to his friends and make your way into the kitchen. your eyes scan but matts no where to be seen, and you let out a sigh as you head towards to garden. it’s louder out here, people are so clearly drunk and there’s more and more people you don’t recognise now, but you hear a familiar laugh from the right side of you and you turn to see nick, and just to his side is matt, picking off the label of his drink. but it only takes him a few seconds before his eyes are on yours, his back straightening immediately before his drink is placed on the table and he stands, heading straight towards you. you can feel the tears forming immediately.

“where have you been?” he asks when he reaches you, his voice mellow.

“with chris” you admit, but you can’t stop the crack in your voice.

“baby-“

“why didn’t you tell me, matt?”

“i’m so - i’m sorry. it didn’t seem relevant”

you scoff. “of course it’s relevant, matt. of course it is”

“it was nothing. i promise it was nothing. i missed you every single day, alright? every single fucking second. but you were thriving, babe. i saw it all over your instagram, you were thriving and it would have been selfish of me to ask you back so soon”

you sigh, looking up at the sky. the sun was still bright but it was nearing evening time.

“how long after we ended it?” you ask. you needed to know.

“3 months” he admits.

“and how long for?” you ask. you shouldn’t care. it doesn’t matter. “actually, don’t answer that. i don’t need to know”

matt smiles slightly. “i should have told you. i’m sorry. i just didn’t want to lose you before i’d even got you back” he says, and your heart swells.

“we promised to love each other always, matt.”

“i know, baby. and i do. so much.” he grabs your face in between his hands now, and you can’t help but let out a smile.

“i’m sorry” you whisper, and his face screws in confusion.

“for getting mad. what you did in those 6 months shouldn’t matter. but-“

“it’s okay” he cuts you off. “it’s totally okay. i should have told you.”

and then he kisses you, softly, like he doesn’t know what your reaction will be, but you lean in to kiss him back.

“can we go home?” you ask, suddenly feeling drained and out of social battery.

“i was about to ask you the same thing.”

and so he drove you both home, his hand on your thigh the entire time as he drove, a comfortable silence washing over you. but when you pull up, you need to ask him one more thing before you get let the situation drop.

“matt” you start, and he turns to you. “you said it would have been selfish to ask me back so soon.”

his eyes look over you, but you continue. “is that why you stopped contact? so that you wouldn’t?”

he sighs, twisting his position to look out the front of his car. and he thinks for a while. i can see him trying to figure out what to say. and then he turns to look at you again.

“yes. it was so hard for me. chris and nick kept telling me i was stupid, that you loved me and that you would have supported me no matter what we went through. but i knew that the break would have made us stronger. and then i saw you thriving y/n, you were telling me all these amazing things and i just couldn’t. we needed time apart, to focus on other things. and i don’t know why i started hooking up with her, maybe to fill a void? life was hard without you.”

you nod, you understand. “i would have come straight back.” you say, and he smiles.

“i know. and that’s why i couldn’t.”

you sit in silence for a while, thinking about him. the life you had before. but also the life you had now. and it had worked. he was yours. no one else’s.

“i understand. i really do. im so proud of you”

“for what?”

“everything, matt. you say you saw me thriving but every single day, i saw you. and chris and nick. and maybe im selfish that i would have come back so quickly, but im proud of you, okay? so fucking proud.”

and his lips are on yours immediately, pushing you against the car window, and you can’t help but giggle into him.

“i should be grateful, i suppose” you mutter against his lips, and he pulls away to look at you with a questioning glare. you shrug. “cause now i know no other chick can fill your void.”

“oh shut up” he mumbles, but you’re both laughing as he kisses you again.

[plzu]

Hot Chai - (Adrian Chase x Reader)

part 8 <- ☕︎ series masterlist ☕︎ ao3

a/n: happy new year! this fic is almost done ♡ also i almost forgot to post this here today lol summary: Adrian is mad at Chris. You're mad at Adrian. Goff gets loose. It's a whole thing. warnings: canon typical violence (chapter takes place during ep 6: Murn After Reading), no Y/N, nothing else major i don't think but lmk if i missed something word count: 5.2k

Can people be haunted by things that aren’t ghosts? Adrian wasn’t sure, but the image of your watery eyes, and hands shakily hiding your face — it haunts him.

Which sounds excessive. After all, how could you haunt him? You were very much alive. But if hauntings make people uncomfortable, makes it hard to sleep, and makes dread sit with the weight of a sandbag on their chests, then maybe it was accurate. Because nothing has bothered him quite this much since - well. There was the shame he felt at failing to kill Chris's racist dirtbag father, and the potential consequences this failure could lead to. But he got over that fairly quickly. After all, it's not Adrian's fault Peacemaker has a shitty dad.

But you — your eyes dimming when he told you about the threesome. The way your face twisted into something that made his world halt to an unsteadying stop, like the nauseating swaying of a boat at sea. The way your hands hid the stricken sadness from him, too late in hiding the pain.

Because of him. He did that. He didn't mean to, didn't realize he'd say something that could upset you, but still. It was his fault.

Crying generally made Adrian uncomfortable because he had a difficult time empathizing. He doesn't cry, not since he was little. Guts once told him it's because he doesn't have feelings like people do. So he never knew what to do if someone cried around him. It weirded him out, to be honest. He wasn't much good at providing comfort, tended to say the wrong things. And his hands. God, he never really knew what to do with them in those situations, became hyper-aware that he even had hands in the first place. Hands good at killing, but useless in comfort.

He hasn't made someone cry since high school.

Scratch that. He makes grown men cry, like, all the time. Usually accompanied by them pissing their pants because they're terrified Vigilante is going to kill them. (Spoiler alert: he does!)

Like one of the guys in the alleyway downtown, that he saved you from. The one that tried crawling away after Vigilante shot his knees. Weeping and wailing and cowering.

But that's different, obviously. Tears and sobs fueled by fear.

The last time he made someone cry because he hurt their feelings, though, that was definitely high school. Made someone cry because he was just being an asshole. Even if he didn't realize it.

It was eventually explained to him that some people are just weirdly sensitive, so you really didn’t have to try that hard to hurt them. Some people just had emotions like the skin of a too-ripe fruit.

He didn’t think you were one of those people. He never saw you cry in high school, and he definitely would have noticed if you had. Adrian was perceptive like that. ‘Specially with you. I mean, sure, you cried in the alleyway and again in his bedroom but the alleyway tears had to have been from fear like that other guy before he shot his brains out, and then the bedroom tears were from, like, residual fear, he thinks. Not because your feelings were hurt.

But then he told you about the threesome, and the mood shift swept across your face like a fissure, and it was just like when he’d made that girl in high school cry, except worse. Because it was you. You, the person he's been quietly fixated on since, like, the 10th grade. The only other person whose lips he fantasizes about -- either pressed against his, or curved in a smile.

He only ever wanted to make you smile. To laugh. It’s the very sound that drew him to you in the first place.

Instead, he made those pretty lips of your warble and twist into the shape of pain.

He should have listened to you, should have let you drag him to the restroom and take off his mask and shove your bodies together. Because then you would have taken his breath away and, with it, all his thoughts. Because that threesome with Chris pales in comparison to the feel of you touching him.

The memory of the threesome warps his emotions into anger and annoyance. Why the fuck did he follow Chris back into his trailer to bang some chick he didn't even know?

Adrian stands at the front (and only) door of Chris' trailer now. They were off today, no assignments from the Task Force. No Fennel Fields shift for Adrian. Today would have been the perfect day to finally, finally hang out with you, no Vigilante business to get in the way. But if his unanswered text messages are anything to go by, you don't want to see him.

And why would you? He made you cry.

Adrian knocks, and whatever frustrations that spurred him to Chris's place is momentarily put on hold when he hears Chris answer, 'Come in, Adrian' without even coming to the door. Adrian walks into the trailer, impressed despite his annoyance as he closes the door behind him and asks, “how did you know it was me?” to the welcoming back of Chris’s head.

“You knock in a very annoying way.” Chris didn't even turn around to look at him when he said it.

“Oh.” Ouch. Rude.

Adrian opens his mouth to apologize, as he usually does whenever people point out he's being unintentionally annoying, but something about Chris's tone kind of ticks him off. Instead, Adrian says, “well, maybe I didn't realize how annoying my knock was because I was distracted by your bad advice.”

This seems to get the other man's attention. In an irritated and confused huff, Chris asks, “dude, what the fuck are you talking about?” as he turns to face him.

“You convinced me to bang that underappreciated chick with you and now they're mad at me.”

This only confuses Chris more. “Amber's mad at you? Why would she be mad at you?” His face sobers into upset understanding. “Dude, did you give her a fucking STD!? You said you were clean! Great, now I have to get checked. I was just at the hospital, man, I don't have time for this.”

“No! I don't have an STD, I'm not talking about her! I mean my- the barista I've been telling you about!”

Chris rolls his eyes, annoyance rolling off of those huge shoulders of his. He just turns back around in his seat.

Adrian's fists clench at his sides at the action. This conversation is far from over-

Small tapping sounds grab his attention. Adrian looks over and sees the alien thing that flew out of the Senator's face sitting in a mason jar with holes poked into the top. “Dude, you still have that thing?”

“Yeah,” Chris confirms without looking back.

Goff makes squeaky noises inside its glass cage. Its little blue and white bug-like body, long-limbed, strangely animated. It doesn't move or act like any bug Adrian's ever seen (at least, not in Evergreen). There's an awareness about itself that clearly indicates some enhanced intelligence.

“He tried to kill us,” Adrian reminds Chris, “and he cut off half my toe.”

He's still a little sore about that, if he's being honest. Currently he's sore about a lot of things.

“Yeah,” Chris says, sounding weirdly detached, distracted. “Sometimes I just think I'm insecure about my masculinity and I'm making up for it by having a dangerous pet.” He says this all in one breath.

His words only confuse and, honestly, slightly upsets Adrian as Chris continues, comparing himself to 'knuckle-dicks in Georgia.’

Peacemaker has not been the same since he got out of Belle Reve. Yeah, he's still the same solid mass of muscle. He's still a giant jerk that says the funniest, meanest things. He can still kick ass, still sharp with a gun and never misses his targets. But now there are moments where he struggles to pull the trigger.

The wavering lately is worrying, to say the least. Maybe even disappointing. 

“Dude, my advice?” Adrian offers. “Cut it out with the introspection. The mind is a den of scorpions better left running from instead of towards.”

He should know. Adrian spent most of his childhood trying to analyze those metaphorical scorpions until he decided it was easier to ignore them completely. But things have been kind of rocky, lately, and Adrian has been finding himself taking a peek now and again. Something about both you and Peacemaker being back in Evergreen at the same time is kind of shaking up his foundation.

Chittering and tapping noises from Goff's mason jar grabs Adrian's attention again. “What is Goff doing?”

Chris spins around in his chair and they both watch as Goff uses whatever weird goop he's sitting in to draw a circle on the glass. Then he abruptly stands and grabs the mason jar in his gloved hands. When he holds it up to the cool, gray light filtering in through the skylight, they’re met with a droopy symbol of peace.

Sitting on Peacemaker’s couch, both men grow increasingly frustrated, but not for the same reason.

Seeing as Goff is attempting to communicate with them, Chris sets them up in his living room, Goff's mason jar on the coffee table, with a few rules for interrogation. There is, obviously, a language barrier, but the alien can understand English just fine.

Adrian is upset about how difficult the rules are to follow. Chris, for whatever reason, finds his confusion unreasonable. Sticking to 'yes' and 'no' questions isn't that easy, especially when Adrian has been finding it incredibly difficult to focus since last night, when he left you to cry all alone in the cafe.

Chris's impatience with him is just making Adrian even more frazzled. Usually he can deal with Peacemaker's snapping. He didn't always understand what he'd done to get yelled at, but it usually blew over.

This time, though, Adrian is finding that he is equally mad at Chris. So when Chris shouts that maybe Adrian should shut the fuck up, Adrian shouts back.

“I see how you are! Your preferred conversation partners are Eagly and Goff! Neither of who are capable of speech. Try introspection on that, motherfucker!”

Chris, for once, does not have an immediate comeback.

Adrian takes in a big, steadying breath, feeling the angry warmth on his cheeks and trying to dispel it. An apology sits at the back of his throat, rising up out of simple habit, but an image of your face -- usually all smiles and twinkling eyes -- flashes in his mind. Tear-stricken.

It's enough to force the apology back down.

Turns out, Adrian doesn't even have to apologize because Chris says he's right (I mean, he knew that already; those words didn't explode out of him out of nowhere), and continues in a tone that is unusually soft and quiet and reflective.

Adrian interrupts. Chris yells. This interrogation is going nowhere.

Adrian, having gotten the hang of the whole 'yes' or 'no' question rule, asks Goff, “would you tell your buddy it's okay to sleep with other people despite him having someone he already really likes?”

Chris yells again. “Dude, what the FUCK are you talking about? How is that relevant to an alien invasion?”

They're interrupted by a phone call, Aqua's Barbie Girl ringing clearly from Adrian's back pocket. Adrian rushes to fish his phone out, hoping very badly that it's you.

It wasn't you.

Adrian and Chris are up in the trees, hiding from the cops that are now tearing Peacemaker's trailer apart. The cops that Murn called to warn about, telling them to get the fuck out of dodge. Goff is strapped to Adrian's back, a brilliant move on his part to free up his hands.

Brilliant, until Adrian falls from the tree flat on his back, where one of the cops is looking for them. But that's not as concerning as the mason jar shattering, freeing Goff.

“Oh, shit.”

Goff shakes off the fall and flaps hurriedly towards the detective, who has her gun out and pointed at Adrian on the ground. Adrian’s less concerned about that and more concerned about what Goff’s next move is gonna be. 

Chris lands beside him and both men watch in horror and fascination as the alien flies directly at the detective's face, making her fall flat on her back as Goff starts burrowing into her mouth. The move is quick and aggressive and the detective struggles and fails to rip it out of her.

They rush to her side as blood erupts from her mouth, decorating the side of her face crimson as her body begins to convulse. There is nothing they can do but run once they hear another cop round the corner of the trailer and alerts everyone else to their position.

Adrian throws Chris's cell phone outside of the car window on their way to meet the rest of the team at the abandoned video store they've been operating from.

He says he did it to keep them safe, which is mostly true. They can track them through the phone, you know? When Chris angrily advises that his phone was secure and untraceable, and that now a bunch of Eagly pictures are gone, Adrian can only bring himself to be a little regretful. 

Adrian is finding something grimly pleasant about indirectly hurting Chris like this. Something scratching a weird itch in the back of his thoughts. It's similar to when he'd throw dynamites at the other man in retaliation for being almost blown up himself. But that was all in good fun. Just guys being dudes, entertaining each other with violence. Real macho-like shenanigans.

No, this was different. Adrian got some sort of satisfaction from tossing Chris's phone out of a moving vehicle right now because he's... more mad at him than he thinks he’s ever been.

And it's not because the hero he's looked up to has been weirdly introspective lately about the usual way they've handled criminals. That was more irritating than anything. It’s a lot easier to go through life without agonizing the lives you’ve taken; surely he can remind Peacemaker of that again.

No. Adrian is mad at Chris because he blames him for hurting your feelings.

“Thank you, by the way.” Chris sends him a quick, confused glance. “For telling me I could bang whoever I wanted. Real solid advice, bro.”

Chris furrows his brow. “What the fuck- why do you keep bringing up the threesome?”

“Because! If it weren't for you, I never would have made them cry!”

“Why the fuck would you tell someone you like that you had a threesome!?”

“You said it was okay!”

It's all Chris can do to keep from ripping the steering wheel off of this car and beating Vigilante with it.

Their argument evolved into weird hypotheticals by the time they stormed through the doors of the video store, but gets (thankfully) interrupted by the mean blonde — Harcourt.

“Hey! Do you have a diary?”

“No,” Chris half-shouts, voice still carrying the weight of whatever shouting match he was in the middle of having with Adrian.

Adrian holds the door open for Eagly to waddle through. Whatever qualms he has with Chris right now, the bird has nothing to do with it. Eagly is chill. Adrian's not gonna be rude and just not hold the door for him.

The conversation between Chris and everyone gets more heated once Chris reveals that Goff is now free. The team doesn't react well to this, which is probably why Chris kept it a secret up til this point.

“Yeah, we kept Goff,” Adrian clarifies in answer to Harcourt's exclamation.

“You kept Goff!?” Murn shouts incredulously. Eyes wide in angry disbelief. Like he doesn't want what he's hearing to be true.

“Because Peacemaker has masculinity issues,” Adrian explains. His lips quirk into a smirk that has absolutely no joy in it. “Probably the same masculinity issues that convinces your BFF — sorry, second BFF — to join you in a threesome even though it'll hurt that BFF's friend's feelings to do so.”

This makes Chris groan in frustration. “Vigilante! Time and place!”

“What the fuck is he talking about?” Harcourt asks, exasperated.

“He's all pissy because he told this chick he's been seeing about our threesome.”

Someone says 'ew' under their breath.

“He told me I could bang whoever I wanted despite knowing about the person I like!” Adrian can't keep the whine out of his voice.

Adebayo speaks up, addressing Chris. “You encouraged him to sleep around even though he's seeing someone?”

“He said they weren't exclusive!” It kind of feels like Peacemaker hasn't stopped yelling since Adrian stepped foot in his trailer.

“Still,” Adebayo says. “He's, like, obsessed with you and he'll do whatever you say.”

(“Hey!” Adrian exclaims. That's offensive, probably! Regardless of whether or not it's true!)

“He's a grown man,” Harcourt interjects. “He should be able to make his own decisions and not blame it on Peacemaker.”

Chris gestures a massive arm out to Harcourt, saying “Thank you!” at the same time as Economos says, “Someone likes Vigilante romantically?”

“That's enough!” Murn sternly shouts, silencing the room. “Where is Goff now?”

They explain how Goff took over one of the cops - the Asian woman.

Fury and disappointment reverberate off of Murn. “God damn it, Peacemaker.”

You don't know why you let it break your heart. Why you let it keep you up most of the night, curled wretchedly into yourself, weeping in tumultuous silence into your pillow.

Adrian Chase, the guy you got unnecessarily and hopelessly attached to, coolly admitted to having had a threesome. There was no tiptoeing around it, either. No hesitation before saying the words that casually ripped your heart out from your chest.

It really should not have hurt you the way it did. Hell, if he had said anything about sleeping with someone else just a few weeks ago, it would only have mildly annoyed you at best. Perhaps made you a tad bit insecure, but you would have shrugged it off.

But things have been slowly crumbling around you ever since that night your old high school friends ghosted you--

No. That's not true. Your life was falling apart well before that. It's why you came back to Evergreen in the first place. But Adrian showed up and made things momentarily steady. A patchwork preventing the further collapse of your mental fortitude.

But then you found out his secret, and he suddenly had no time for you. And before you could fully make peace with the fact that Adrian Chase -- the dorky weirdo from high school -- is Evergreen's infamous Vigilante, Peacemaker came back and you were no longer the center of Adrian's attention.

Which you are ashamed to admit stung.

And as if that wasn't enough, things at home have been so off and confusing. It's a different kind of nervous than what you're used to, walking through the halls of the strangely quiet house. You could always feel their presence, at home -- your mother's more specifically. You've always been attuned to her, some kind of survival instinct so you know when to avoid her. And you have to finally admit that there's a very vacant gap in the house, and you know it's because your mother has not been around to fill it.

This has caused a very antsy mood shift with your dad, one that would make you anxious if it weren't for the fact that his focus is no longer on you. It's on your mother's absence.

This should worry you.

The confusing part is that your stomach is not twisted in knots over the idea that she hasn't been home. You don't bother asking your dad about it when you see him sitting zombie-like in the living room late at night.

(You tend to avoid asking questions when you're afraid of the answer.)

(Hence why you never questioned Adrian when he'd tell you some unprompted lie.)

Truth be told, you can't help but to feel tentatively euphoric. It's one less thing suffocating you at home. Like the weight of a boot lightly lifted from standing on your neck.

You're about to head out to work earlier than usual—you've had free reign of the house since you woke up because even your dad wasn't home that morning, and it was nice until it got eerie—but just as you approach the front door, it swings open.

Your dad stands at the threshold, silhouetted by the light at his back. When you blink and adjust your vision to the sudden daylight that's poured in, you're startled by the unkempt figure walking through the doorway. It's your dad, yes, but in a way you can barely recognize. He looks rough and unkempt, facial hair growing in unruly patches around his mouth. The bags under his eyes suggest he hasn't had much sleep. It's like he's aged 10 years.

“Hey...” He says, but it's hardly a greeting. He barely even looks at you. Mostly, it's like he's looking through you. “Have you, by any chance, heard from your mother?” He shuffles past you in the hallway, not waiting for an answer. Probably not even really expecting one.

You watch the exhausted shape of his back. You feel weirdly guilty when you answer no.

An empty sort of exhale depletes out of him, and it's the only sound of acknowledgement. He doesn't ask anymore questions, doesn't say anything else.

So you leave.   You walk into the cafe half an hour before your shift starts, just in time to hear Matty's vivacious voice call out a 'small hot chai for the tall hot guy.' He's fully ready to flirt with the customer as he hands off the drink, but does a double-take when he sees you slink around the counter and to the back.

Matty's flirty smile slips into a frown as he shares a look with Ashe, who also noticed your sluggish arrival.

The two ambush you as you very poorly tie an apron around your waist. It's Matty who speaks first. “You look absolutely terrible.”

You drag your still-puffy eyes to look at him, unsmiling. “Oh, Matty. Truly, my favorite thing about you is your penchant for unprompted insults.”

Matty just rolls his eyes at your deadpanned sarcasm. Ashe steps in to try to amend his rude comments. “What he means is-” Ashe takes in the sight of your sob-swollen eyelids and chapped lips and crooked disarray of your shirt collar. “-wow, God, no, yeah, you do look terrible.”

You scowl. “Do you two have to be back here? Someone needs to be on the floor.”

“There are, like, two other baristas out there.” Matty quirks a perfect eyebrow at you. “Other people work here, you know. It's not just us three.”

You squint your eyes at him, like that can't possibly be true, but say nothing further on the subject.

As you fix the collar around your neck, Matty asks, “So? Are you gonna tell us why you've been crying or do we gotta pry it out of you?”

“Is this about Adrian?” Ashe's voice is soft with knowing and caution.

You avoid eye contact. “He told me he slept with someone else. Two someone elses, actually. At the same time.”

You squeeze past the two other baristas and start making your way out onto the floor. They give each other a look before following.

“So the man had a threesome,” Matty clarifies, less as a question and more matter-of-factly. And completely uncaring whether the customers in cafe hear his indecent statement. “Ugh, of course that weirdo is having threesomes. I could tell just by looking at him that his dick game is insane.”

“Matty,” Ashe hisses as they give him a light backhand on his shoulder. Then, louder, calls out your name. “So you're upset he slept with someone-”

“Two someones,” you interrupt, face otherwise unphased by anything that's been said so far as you clock in at the register.

(“Again, that's just called a threesome, babes,” Matty helpfully quips as he rubs the spot where Ashe smacked.)

“Right, sure-” Ashe says. “And this was something Adrian was hiding from you?”

You grit your teeth as you float right past the two again, towards the log book the shift supervisors use that's open to today's date. Huh, look at that. There are names scribbled here besides Ashe's and Matty's. “He just told me about it, like it was a cool fun fact.”

A customer approaches the register, keeping Matty from accompanying Ashe as they follow you back.

“I'm sorry he hurt you, but...” your mouth sets into a grim line at Ashe's 'but', still unwilling to look up at them. “didn't you tell me just a few nights ago that you guys aren't even together?”

“Yeah, but...”

But he made you feel like you were singularly special. An illusion that quickly shattered at his admittance to sleeping with this Peacemaker guy. Honestly, it probably would have hurt less if it had been some nameless bimbo desperate for Vigilante's attention. No history and less intimacy.

Ashe waits patiently as you sort through your thoughts, until your shoulders slump with resignation, unable to find the right words to defend yourself.

“I get it,” they say. “I get that it hurts, but it's not exactly fair to him or to you if you haven't told him what you want.”

Ashe is right. It was wrong of you to assume you'd have Adrian's sole attention forever. You just hoped that it would last long enough until you got the hell out of Evergreen.

Oof. When did you become so selfish?

Eyes softening, you finally give Ashe a grateful look. “How are you so wise? You're, like, twelve.”

Ashe smiles. “You make it really hard to want to help you sometimes.”

You once again find yourself alone in the cafe at the end of the night. Matty had stayed an hour past their shift just to absorb all the juicy bits of gossip, catching up on yours and Ashe's conversation. He also offered up a few encouraging words, in his own Matty way.

(“If you don't tie that delicious four-eyes down, I will,” he said, giving you a very pointed look.)

Ashe, once again, insisted on staying late with you.

(“If you can clock in early, then I can clock out late, no?”)

You only smiled and shook your head and told Ashe you were fine, really. It lacked the usual desperation, though, the one that tinged your voice with hopes of Adrian stopping by. This time, you convinced Ashe to leave by telling them you really wanted the time alone to think while also keeping your hands busy. So they left with less worry than usual this time.

You received several texts from Adrian earlier today, and you think about how you ignored all of them as you finish counting out the till. They're all unopened, having only caught glimpses of the texts as they appeared as previews on your still-cracked lockscreen.

The first text was an apology that only made you scowl. At the time, you doubted he meant it, or knew what he was even apologizing for considering last night, he only seemed confused by your hurt reaction.

Then there was the text you scoffed out, where he stated he was off today and could meet up, presumably to talk. If you have to see him in that stupid fucking mask again without seeing his stupid fucking face, you think you might actually scream until both your heads pop.

Now, as you lock up the safe, you think that maybe talking wouldn't be a bad idea. Maybe not the best idea, given your fragile emotional state. You really don't trust yourself not to cry more and Adrian's been no good with tears and you don't want to make him uncomfortable (though that should be the least of your worries).

And even worse than whatever it is Adrian has to say (I mean, what more could the man say? Mentioning the threesome was enough, you don't need to hear about they why or the how or the what went in who's hole-)

-Even worse than whatever else Adrian could possibly say is whatever you need to say. Speak out loud and make yourself more vulnerable than when he has you in the backseat of his Sebring with his mouth against your neck. Relinquish whatever remains of your pride as you put the power in his hands, lay bare the fragile beating of your heart and admit how much you cannot stand to be without him. How terrifying the thought that he might not feel the same, now that his real best friend is back in the picture. 

The feelings whirl in your gut all nauseating and you grimace. You hate confessing. To give someone else the chance to hurt you. It goes against your self-preservation instincts.

As the song playing on the store speakers quietly peters to end and transitions to the next track, you hear a noise coming somewhere from the back. You pause, straining your ears to try to listen as the music continues playing. You want very badly to play it off as just your imagination, but you're the only one in the store; after the things you have been through recently, it would be unwise to shrug it off without investigating.

Unwilling to venture into the back just yet, you simply stand from your spot at the safe and lean backwards, gazing into the parts of the backroom you could see, and-

Huh. That's strange. The backdoor is opened a crack. You're sure you closed it after running out the last bit of garbage, but it's hard to trust your own memory when you've been so distracted thinking about Adrian Chase and Feelings.

You steel yourself, blowing out a forceful bit of air through your nose and begin to make your way to the back. It could have just been some critter dumpster diving that made the noise, audible simply because the door wasn't fully closed. You close the door, making sure it clicks firmly shut.

As you turn back around, you discover you are not alone in the store after all.

They're still at the video store/base when an announcement reveals on the t.v. that Peacemaker is wanted, due to evidence found in a diary that Chris says isn't his. It's Goff on the podium, and, distressingly, the tall guy from the woods stands next to her, the one that killed those cops and helped him and Vigilante escape.

It looks like they got him, too. He has a face that looks like its skin is stretched too taut over his skull, so maybe it's fitting that he's joined the bad guys, since he already looks the part.

Vigilante's phone buzzes with a text alert, and it makes him forget the tension in the air for a moment. Only one person would be hitting him up at this hour. Maybe you're finally returning his texts!

Sure enough, it's your name on the screen he sees when he fishes out his phone, and his face almost breaks out into a grin. But when he unlocks it, he is greeted with a picture that makes the excited fluttering of his heart freeze and the smile immediately drops from his face.

You're in the cafe, in your work clothes, tied up to one of the wooden cafe chairs. Head lolled to the side, resting uncomfortably on your right shoulder, clearly (and upsettingly) unconscious.

Another text comes in:

If you care for them, you will bring Peacemaker.

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Meant to be

Hi everyone, just to remind you that my first language is not English hihi

No smut(yet) just a cute fluff

“Finally, im going to tell you that you have to make a presentation about what we talked about today with a partner by the end of the next week.” The teacher speaks as I sigh,

I see fellow students looking at their friends because they want to work together.

I wasn't very popular, I didn't have many friends in class. I had Chris and Nick as friends, but they weren't in my class but their brother was, Matt. he is also a friend of mine but i think he is not as interested in me as nick and chris are,

mostly because he has a girlfriend and she thinks that me and Matt shouldn't be friends because I'm a girl, I think that's stupid and I think she should trust Matt more. she is in the same class as me btw.

“okay guys be quiet because I choose the groups” the teacher speaks.

I was happy because I think if we were allowed to choose I would be left alone.

the groups are chosen and matt's girlfriend is put with a boy and I see that she immediately starts flirting with him but matt doesn't see that. she doesn't deserve matt. And it makes me angry

After a few other students are put together, Matt and I are left and we are put together. I don't really care because I am happy that at least I have been put together with a person who I know better than the rest in my class.

I look at Matt and see that he is looking behind him at his girlfriend who is looking at him with an irritating look as if it was his fault that he has to work with me.

“That's it for today, have fun and enjoy your weekend" The teacher speaks.

I walk out of class wanting to say something to Matt but I see him walking with his stupid girlfriend, I roll my eyes and walk in the other direction knowing that I will see him in the weekend.

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I come home tired and rush up the stairs to my room and plop down on my bed as quickly as I can, I fall asleep.

After an hour I am woken up by my ringing phone i pick up "finally, I've been waiting for hours for you to pick up" "nick?" I say in a sleepy voice not hearing who I was on the phone with "no stupid! it's Chris"

“ohh hi, what’s up” i asked him

“Oh nothing.. I'm just bored and would like to watch a movie with you” he says

“Okay..on my way!” I say happily

I put on a gray top with gray sweatpants, I didn't wear a bra underneath, knowing that I feel very comfortable with them so I didn't care. I grabbed my keys and left

Chris,Matt and Nick live on the same street so I didn't have to walk that far before I was already there.

I knocked on the door and Chris opened it and he hugged me and says "I missed you" I say "I missed you to" as I walk inside

“What movie you wanne watch?” He says

“ohh i want a horrormovie” i smile at him

We are now lying together under a blanket, with my face resting on my shoulder, almost falling asleep.

until I hear some screaming from upstairs, it was a girl and Matt arguing "who is that" I say in a sleepy voice, knowing for sure who it was

"it's Matt and his girlfriend, god I hate her.. Matt has been so stressful lately because of her" Chris says “yeah i feel bad for him too, i saw her flirting with another guy today” i say as Chris rolled his eyes.

We continue watching the movie again.

less than 10 minutes later, Matt's girlfriend storms downstairs leaving the house

me and chris look at her with wide eyes

We look at each other and try to ignore it until Matt comes down the stairs with a sigh and plops down next to us looking tired.

“You good bro” Chris asked him.

“no man, I hate her so much and I'm really done with it, she's selfish and she's way too jealous, every time I even stand next to a girl she gets angry” Matt says with angry voice

“I get you Matt, today she was even flirting with a boy from our class, can you believe that?…you deserve better Matt" I say

Chris says "you broke up with her, right?”

“Yhea..don't worry, I'm definitely not going to let myself treat like that” Matt says

“Wanne watch a movie with us” I say as I get up to get some snacks “yhea” Matt says

I come back with some ships in a bowl and I sit among the brown-haired boys we continue watching the movie until I feel myself drifting off to sleep. Matt realizes that my head is resting on his shoulder and starts blushing.

Matt was so happy and relieved that he had broken up with his girlfriend, that he no longer cared that he was blushing for his friend, he felt me ​​move in my sleep placing my leg over his lower body. now me cuddling him in my sleep as if it were my bed pillow

he feels himself getting harder when he feels my nipples through my t-shirt on his chest

Matt now blushing even harder,

“ahw look how cute” chris says to matt as he takes out his phone and takes a picture of us, not knowing it was with a flash. "oops" chris says giggling "shhh" matt shushed chris as I woke up,

not knowing what was happening and I looked into Matt's eyes then I realized that I was almost lying on top of him with my whole body, cuddling him like a baby.

“Omg!… i-i ueh im sorry Matt” i stood up blushing crazy at him. Matt giggled when he saw me blush "its okay you just fell a sleep" he says "yhea hugging him like you are a little baby" chris says when i try to hit him with my hand but he protects himself with his own hands.

“Im to tired for this Chris i wanne go sleep ” i say rubbing my eyes “yhea maybe you can go sleep with matty” he laughed at me as i try to find my shoes

I mean i would’t mind hehe

I just rolled my eyes at him going to the kitchen for a glass of water “you know you can sleep here, i mean nick is out of town so his bed is free”

“No,no its okey” i say while giving them one last big hug knowing i will see them tomorrow…

“goodnight” “see you tomorrow” they say as i walked away from the house to my own

thinking about what i'm going to do tomorrow with chris and matt knowing that it will be a bit fun and even more fun now that I know that Matt is single again and I no longer have to adhere to a distance rule from his stupid ex

To be continued…

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Bob (1/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24. Events occur in real time.

Hour 1 of 24:  10:00 pm - 11:00 pm

10:05 p.m.

On the outskirts of Washington D.C.:

The day was extremely annoying. Lots of paperwork had to be done, then Director Vance tried to push an intern on him and DiNozzo bragged all day about his party weekend in Miami.

Tony did a good job, but in addition to his constant affairs with women and party excesses, he was sometimes absolutely childish.

That day was particularly bad, which made Gibbs feel like he was in kindergarten again.

And since he didn't get anything done during the day, he didn't leave the office until quite late, drove to the Chinese restaurant, ate something and then headed home.

To relax, he took a beer from the fridge, sat on the couch and turned on an old western that was on TV.

He had seen the film a few times, but maybe it helped him sleep better.

But he wasn't so lucky that day. "This is pointless," he muttered to himself and turned off the device with a sigh. Then he put on an old T-shirt with the word "USMC" printed on it and some old shorts and went into the basement.

There he put on his tool belt and started working on his boat. This was going to be another long night with little sleep.

10:19:05 p.m.

Quantico base (on the edge of the base):

"Just a little work out," you thought when you came home after an hour-long meeting about the new weapon system.

The constant back and forth really wasn't your thing. You preferred to sit in your work machine and have fun.

You stomped into your bedroom, changed and went to your small gym to work off your frustration. You wouldn't be able to sleep before then anyway.

Although sleeping had been difficult for you lately anyway, because the first test was coming up soon and your excitement and tension grew with every hour that passed.

10:27:59 p.m.

At the other end of the base:

A remote, dark corner that hardly anyone passed by and in the middle of it stood a large black object. You could only see it if you looked closely enough.

But it had to be something very important or secret, because it was guarded.

10:41:39 p.m.

Somewhere outside D.C.:

"This is going to be damn difficult. The base is heavily guarded," the leader stated.

Four men stood around a table on which a map was spread out. It showed the buildings of the base and the access gates.

Each of the four men had important knowledge for carrying out the operation. James, the leader, was good at planning, Giuseppe was good at organizing, Don had access to the base and Chris was the pilot needed.

“This is our entry point,” said Don, pointing to the spot on the map.

“The cameras can't get there and the guards don't walk past here either,” he continued.

“Hm, that sounds like a suitable spot,” James thought.

“How far is that from the object?” he asked.

“About 250 m. The fence has a hole there through which Chris and Giuseppe could slip. But…”

“But what?” Giuseppe asked him in a cutting tone.

Don just looked at him coldly: “The object is guarded by two Marines. They are armed with MPs and are standing here and here.” Again he pointed to the two spots on the plan.

“From there they can see the whole area. That makes our plan even more difficult,” he pointed out.

“Is there another way to get close to the object?” Chris wanted to know.

Don shook his head: “No, there isn’t.”

“Maybe from another direction?” he asked.

Again the answer was: “No. Not if you don’t want to run into the guards.”

“But there has to be a way!” cried Chris, who was becoming more and more impatient. All this planning wasn’t his thing. He wasn’t a man of theory, he was a man of action.

James looked up. He knew that Chris would get impatient, but it wouldn’t help anyone if he started an argument about it.

Giuseppe grinned slyly at Chris and suggested: “You could dress up as a woman and flirt with the guards. You would definitely be a pretty girl.”

That was too much. Chris shouted: “I’ll show you who looks like a girl!”, rushed at Giuseppe and swung his arm to give him a powerful swing.

But the attacked man ducked away and James yelled: “Stop!”

The fighting men froze.

“This isn’t kindergarten. If you can’t behave, you’re OUT!!!” James continued to tear them apart.

Sullen and warning each other with looks, Giuseppe and Chris let go of each other and went back to the planning table to complete their diabolical plan.

The clock was ticking….

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Bobby quickly brings them up to date on what happened and where they need help 136 with. Eddie finds himself paired with Buck, who only greeted him quietly, after which he continued to work as if Eddie wasn't here at all, without asking for help with anything. Eddie feels like he's back on his first day at work, only then Buck wanted Eddie not to be part of the team, and now he wants Eddie to just disappear. Painful. Considering they both swore there was no one more important for them, except Chris of course. 

“So, hello and silence it’s all I'm getting?” Eddie tries to say it without the sadness in his voice, and he succeeds. But his voice sounds angry, like he blames Buck, accusing him for the silent treatment he is getting over the last two weeks.

Remembering it was him who asked, or better say stated that they need a break - he should have stayed on sadness.

Before Eddie can even curse himself for his stupid decision  - he can’t say about which one exactly the whole break thing or blaming of Buck - he proved it was a bad idea to talk like that with Buck by angry dark, like the skies during the thunderstorm, eyes. Eddie swallows when he swears he can see the lightning flashes inside them. 

“It's you, who wanted a break, Eddie. What am I doing wrong now? Giving you too much space? Well, you asked about it,” Buck hisses the last part and leaves him alone. He says something to Bosco who worked with Ravi. She then looks at him not impressed and goes to Eddie to take Buck’s place as his partner, while Buck starts to work with Ravi.

“He deserves better than the ex-not-ex-boyfriend to try to make him feel bad, as he is the villain in the story, for keeping the distance he was asked about by this exact ex-not-ex-boyfriend,” she pins him with such a stare Eddie surprised he is still standing and not falling dead on the place, before starts working. “Not saying that you’re a villain, but even though you have your reasons to ask about time, you have no right,” she again sends the same killing look, “no right to talk to him like that.”

“I know, I just” Eddie sights, kicking the part of the car on the road, “I hate all this situation and I hate my brain for destroying the best relationships I had. I hate that therapy about it not taking me anywhere and Frank tells me it’s because I need to talk to Buck about the problem why I asked about the break when Buck was ready for more for us. When he was so Buck to tell me we can do anything in my tempo, but my fucked up head chose the break, thinking it’s for the best, but,” Eddie looks at the way Buck barely smile on definitely a good joke from Ravi, “but it only leads for nights without sleep, our son looks at me like I’m an idiot. Everyone cast sympathetic glances, and Buck … Buck is not even talking to me while we are working. I just want everything to be ok again. I want everything to be easy. Magical,” another kick to the pure tyre. 

“Life is not a fairytale, Diaz. Nothing, especially relationships, are ever easy. So talk to Buckley sooner or, trust me, you will regret you hadn’t. Because right now this man is slipping through your fingers faster than you can imagine,” on than Lena removes the last piece of metal from the road and their work is done.

The blonde woman does not even say goodbye to him, getting back to her team, taking the place near Buck, which should be his. But not now. 

Maybe never again.

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@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough from here

It had been several years since the two had first started encountering each other , and since Jill had started seeing more of the spy , both figuratively and literally . This , however, was a big ask - Jill's loyalty wasn't something that shifted as easy as honeyed words , but the B.S.A.A. themselves really hadn't been helping that nowadays . It'd only been a year or two since the Alcatraz incident , and Jill hadn't particularly been pleased with how the B.S.A.A. had been handling some things lately .

She still didn't entirely know how she felt about Catalina , still had so much of her own feelings to untangle after years of rivalry. Jill didn't entirely know what this was , now , but she knew there wasn't a lot of time to make a decision before the rest of the investigative B.S.A.A. team would show up to the place she had wanted to explore ahead of them , and had happened to encounter the spy in.

The organization definitely wouldn't take well to a potential defection , and she didn't know how Rebecca or Chris or any of her other friends would react - but at the same time , could she justify hanging around in an organization that not so long ago had locked down an entire hospital wing after considering she was a threat, instead of another victim of bioterror? After she had to fight to rewrite protocols of an agency she helped found to ensure further operatives wouldn't be treated like that again? She'd had good intentions starting the thing in the first place , but just how far had they strayed from their initial creed? Their initial goals? Corruption was a many-headed snake , and Jill hated that it seemed to worm its way into everything she encountered.

She caught the eye flicker to the window , and she could very well surmise that would be the spy's escape point . What did Jill have to lose? Everything .

An exhale - she almost seemed to be half considering the offer, against what she should have done .

"Wouldn't take them long to find out ."

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Paper Thin (Chris Fehn x Fem! Reader) SMUT Pt. 2

Hello! Real quick I'm gunna go through how I do requests! I am loosely taking requests for fics, so if it's something that I think I would do a good job of writing and it's something I would enjoy working on, I'd love to add it to my list, but I can't guarantee how long it'll take to get done, just whenever it comes up in rotation. I will let you know if there's anything I don't write plot wise on a request by request basis. But, I only write Fem! And occasionally GN! Reader, I don't write angst (I get sad writing arguments nevermind anything more serious than that lol). I try to be pretty flexible about requests, so if you have something in mind don't be scared to shoot me a message!

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, praise, lots of praise, size kink, pussy eating, nipple play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, phone sex, mutual masturbation, if I missed any please let me know!

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Part 1

Divider credit: @adornedwithlight

You couldn't keep the dumb smile off your face as you shut the door to your motel room. You bring your fingers to your lips, the feeling of Chris’s lips against yours still tingling on your skin.

He kissed you.

He really kissed you.

He kissed you and asked you out on a date.

You wanted to scream, you were so happy. You placed a hand over your chest, your heart was racing. You wished you could have kissed him again, but you didn’t want to run the risk of things accidentally getting a little too heated between the two of you. After seeing him shirtless at soundcheck earlier you were ashamed to admit you had been allowing your mind to wander quite a bit. That remained true as you got ready for bed. Part of you wondered if you could convince him to come over to your room, your roommate electing to go stay with family nearby, the bed was more comfortable, you didn't blame her. The only issue was you couldn't just walk over and knock on his door, god only knows who would end up answering. You collapsed back into the hard mattress with a huff, staring up at the off-white ceiling in a futile attempt to get to sleep. Your mind wandered back to sound check earlier that day, he just looked so good. The stage lights making the sweat that dropped down his skin glow, his shoulders heaving with his labored breathing after giving it all on his drums. What you wouldn't give to see him like that up close, pinned underneath him in bed. You bit your lip, fidgeting with the edge of the thin sheets. This definitely wasn't the first time you had fantasized about Chris, and it definitely wouldn't be the last. But, could you really blame yourself? If anything, it was his fault. Always flustering you with compliments, you couldn't have a conversation with him that didn't end up with him staring at your lips, every time he called you baby it made your heart race, every small thing that he did managed to drive you insane in the best way possible.

You sighed as your fingers passed over your sensitive bundle of nerves, desperately searching for any type of friction. It was hard finding time to yourself on tour, always crammed into the vans or piled into whatever few rooms you can manage to secure at some cheap hotel. This was the first time in weeks you had been alone, you were planning on making the most of it. “Chris…” His name fell from your lips without much thought, wishing more than anything else that he could be here on top of you taking care of your needs. Your mind was hazy as you thought about how good his hands would feel on your body, his strong arms able to toss you around at will, putting you into the exact position he wanted you in.

You nearly screamed as your phone rang, quickly picking up the line, hoping the ringing hadn't woken up any of your neighbors. “Hello?” Your voice shook, the adrenaline from the moment making your heart race.

“Hey,” your breath caught in your throat when you hear Chris’s voice on the other end of the line, “I know you're probably trying to be quiet, but the walls are really thin–”

“I am so sorry.” You apologize immediately, mortified he had heard you.

“Baby, you don't have anything to apologize for. I think you're really fucking hot.” He chuckles. “You really miss me that much already, huh?” He teases you playfully, making your cheeks burn. You hear him let out a nervous sigh, “...Maybe I could help you out?” If it wasn't for the fact you could hear your pulse pounding in your ears you would have sworn your heart stopped. He was really offering to have phone sex with you from the next room over? The idea seemed absurd, obscene… but oddly enough, it was also a huge turn on.

“You're not worried about the others hearing you?”

You hear him groan, the sound of springs squeaking, and plastic clattering against plastic as he fumbles with the phone, getting out of bed. After a moment there was a soft click followed by Chris letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Locking himself in the bathroom wouldn't allow him complete privacy, much like the walls, the bathroom door was probably thin enough to hear you breathe behind. “I'll try my best to be quiet if you do.” He chuckles.

“I can't make any promises.” You giggle in response, something about not having to meet his eyes made you feel a little more bold than you normally would have otherwise. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about what it would be like to have you on top of me since sound check earlier.”

You hear him breathe out a laugh, “poor baby, you should have said something. There were plenty of dark corners I could have had my way with you in.” You bite your lip, squeezing your legs together to try and dull the throbbing need at your core. “But, you probably would have been a little too loud if I had done that.” He teases.

“Hey, it's not my fault these walls are paper thin.” You shoot back playfully.

“It’s probably a good thing I'm not over there with you right now,” Chris’s breath shudders as he starts to palm himself through his pants, “I'm not sure I’d be able to hold back if I managed to get my hands on you.”

“Oh yeah?” He could hear the seductive smirk dripping from your tone, the image was enough to have a growl bubble up in his throat. You return to your earlier actions, rubbing small, slow circles onto your clit. “What do you want to do to me, Chris?” He lets out a low, dangerous chuckle. The sound of you saying his name was just about enough to drive him crazy, your playful tone threatening to bring him to his knees.

“I wanna eat that pretty pussy of yours til you cry.” Your breath hitches, a soft whimper making it past your lips. “You’d like that, wouldn't you, beautiful?” He struggles to stop a loud groan from escaping him as he slowly strokes himself, hissing softly as he runs his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock. “I would eat you out until you couldn't think straight anymore, then I'd make you cum all over my fingers.” He hums as he hears you curse under your breath. “Hold my pretty girl in my lap and make you ride cock.” He curses under his breath, clearing his throat. “I think it might be a bit better if I come over there and show you, don't you think baby?” Your heart thundered in your chest, you were sure he could hear it even through the phone.

“What are you waiting for?” You respond with as much blind confidence as you can muster. The line went dead. You scrambled out of bed, barely being able to make it over to the door to unlock it before Chris was out of his room and on the other side. He pushes through the door, his massive form looking over you as he quickly closes the gap between the two of you, slamming the door shut behind him, making both of you cringe.

“Sorry,” he whispers with a chuckle, “got a little carried away.” His hands slide over your waist, pulling you in close to him as his lips find their way to yours. You can't help but smile into the kiss as you feel his hands slide over your ass. He groans as you sink your teeth into his bottom lip, his fingers pressing into your soft skin with near bruising force. You let out a surprised squeak as he effortlessly scoops you from the floor, guiding your legs around his waist in order to carry you towards the bed. He sits on the edge of the mattress with you in his lap, large hands wrapping around your hips in order to help hold you upright. “I can't tell you how fucking excited I am to finally get my hands on you.” He murmurs against your lips, chuckling when he feels you shiver. You can't help but lean into him as he pulls you into another mind numbing kiss, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. The fabric getting trapped in between your bodies made it a difficult task to get it off him. Chris, eventually deciding you had struggled enough, kept one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other ripping his T-shirt over his head. You moan softly as he presses his lips to your pulse, allowing your hands the chance to roam his body as he continues to press wet, open mouthed kisses to your neck. You wanted to memorize everything about him: how he tensed under your touch, the soft, plushness of his tummy, how the coarse chest hair that carpeted his chest felt under your fingertips. You gasped as you felt him nip at the sensitive skin of your neck. “Pretty girl,” he whispers against your skin, “you gotta stay quiet for me, okay?”

You nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Chris took his time exploring the way you felt in his hands: how your skin dimpled under his touch as he wrapped his hands around your thighs, how you struggled to stop any of your cute gasps from slipping past your lips whenever he passed over a particularly sensitive area of your neck, just how small you looked pressed against his much larger, stronger frame. His hands slip under your shirt, he groans at the feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips. His eyes meet yours, silently asking you permission to remove your clothes. He wastes no time slipping your shirt over your head. He takes a moment just to study you, your cheeks burning under his careful attention. You squeak as in one swift motion you're lifted from Chris’s lap and laid across the mattress. He pins you underneath him, lips crashing into yours as he crushes you under his weight. You shiver as you feel his hand run down your side, hooking a finger into the waistband of your pants and easing them down your legs. You can't help but trail after him as he pulls away, your lips still tingling from his assault. He wraps two strong arms around your hips, dragging you to the position he wanted you in at the edge of the bed. You clamp a hand over your mouth, muffling the loud moan that escaped you as Chris dove between your legs. You feel him chuckle against you, the vibrations making your thighs tremble. Your back arches off the bed as he hums against you, hazy blue eyes studying your every movement. Your hips roll in time with every slow, skilled movement from his tongue. His hands slide up your torso, his large hands pawing at your breasts. You moan softly, keening into his touch, as he toys with your nipples.

“You're doing such a good job, baby.” He praises you before pulling your clit back into his mouth. You cover your face with a pillow, trying to cover the moans he effortlessly pulled from you. Your thighs clamped around his head as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. Just when you thought you were about to finish he pulls away from you, making you whine at the sudden loss of contact. You hear Chris chuckle, you gasp as he teases at your entrance before slowly easing his fingers inside of you. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” He coos sweetly. “Such a pretty girl, you look so good fucking my fingers.” He shoots you a lazy smile that makes your stomach flip, his pupils blown with need as they gaze down at you. He watches as you tentatively roll your hips, the friction making you sigh in pleasure. He cups your cheek with his free hand, pressing his lips to yours in order to muffle your moans as he rapidly picks up his pace. You squeal as he presses his thumb to your clit, his fingers passing over a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. He groans into your mouth when he feels your nails drag down his back, your climax already rapidly building inside of you again.

“Chris,” you murmur against his lips, “don't stop, please.” He chuckles, lips crashing into yours as he fucks into your mercilessly with his fingers. You feel the coil inside you snap, Chris muffling your loud moans with a smug smirk on his lips. He gradually slowed his pace, every so often your body jolting with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“You did such a good job, baby.” He smiles, pressing a few chaste kisses to your lips. You let out a pleased hum, sliding your hands over his chest as he rolls on top of you. He groans as you kiss along his jaw, you let out a soft moan as you feel his member tease at your entrance. He curses as he eased himself into you, a small gasp escaping you at the feeling of him stretching you open. He groans, “you feel so fucking good.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning your hands above your head as he began to slowly rock his hips. Both of you struggled to stay quiet, every small shift sending a jolt of pleasure through your bodies. “Just wait until I can get you alone.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I'm gonna make you scream my name until your voice gives out.” You curse as his hips snap against yours. “It's really too bad I have to keep you quiet.” He pulls your lips back to his, muffling the cry he pulls from you as he picks up his pace. Every sharp thrust of his hips hit impossibly deep inside of you, your toes began to curl as you felt your climax start to creep up on you again. Chris groans at the feeling of you stretching so perfectly around him, losing himself a little more with every one of your sweet sounds. He wraps both of your wrists in one hand, keeping them pinned above your head, the other slipping in between your legs to play with your clit. He hushes your loud moan, chuckling against your lips. “Easy baby, don't want to risk getting interrupted when you're this close, do you?” You watched a droplet of sweat dripping from his nose, splattering against your chest. Chris looked divine from his position above you, his dominant gaze pinning you in place just as much as his strong body as he gazed down at you hungrily, his skin glowing in the room's dim lighting. You bite down on your lip, trying your hardest to suppress the sounds he was pulling from you. He could tell you were close, your breathing necking more erratic, your hips starting to move on their own as you desperately sought after your release. “That's it, pretty girl, cum for me.” He muffles your moans by pressing his lips to yours. He releases your hands to steady himself. Smirking as he watches your eyes roll back in pleasure, fucking you through your orgasm until he couldn't resist his own anymore. He pulls out, cursing as he strokes himself, hot ropes of cum pooling on your stomach. The room was filled with the sounds of your labored breathing, both of you utterly spent. Chris cleans you up, asking you repeatedly if you were alright. You smiled at the concern in his voice, you found it sweet.

“I'm fine, but, um…” he looks down at you curiously.

“What is it, baby?” He asks softly, reaching out to gently caress your cheek.

“Do you think you could stay? Just for a little while?” He sighs, his worry quickly being replaced with the nervous excitement of getting to spend more time with you.

“Of course, I'm not going anywhere.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he pulls you into his arms.

[ashwhowrites]

Punishing Chrissy by splitting her open with your strap?? Please and thank you!

Ps I love your writing!

Before my partner and I got together, you will not believe how many times I've thought about something like this. I truly think Chrissy would look gorgeous taking (my) a thick strap and definitely during a punishment.

Ps thank you so much! 🥹

I hope this is what you wanted :)

Never proofread

Dom reader ( use of strap, Chrissy likes to be embarrassed and belittled)

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Y/N knew by dating the head cheerleader that many boys would drool over Chrissy. That ex-boyfriend like Jason Carver would stop at nothing to win her back. Any boy she gave slight attention to would become obsessed with her in seconds, like Eddie Munson. Then there were young boys, like Dustin and Mike, experiencing love for the first time but didn't exactly hold a threat.

Everywhere Y/N turned, she'd walk into a pit of hormonal boys that wanted to be under Chrissy's skirt. It didn't help that Chrissy was an angel. A perfect golden child with a bright smile that made everyone weak. It didn't help that she was so lovely to everyone. It was impossible not to fall at her feet. But Chrissy didn't see the desire in all the boys' eyes, she just thought everyone wanted to be friends. And Y/N hated that.

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"Hey so Eddie needs help with some science, is it okay if I come over later than we planned? Just like by an hour? Your parents are still gone, yeah?" Chrissy asked, her blue eyes looking apologetic, but a sweet smile on her lips.

Y/N groaned, that was an hour less she got to spend time with her girlfriend. And with her parents gone, she and Chrissy had quite the night planned.

"Yeah that's fine Chris, but I might start without you if you keep me waiting." Y/N winked, pecking Chrissy's cheek as she walked away. Making sure she swayed her hips a little extra to tease the poor cheerleader.

"HEY! NO" Chrissy shouted after her. Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Chrissy against the locker, a pout on her face.

Y/N smirked and blew her a kiss.

~~~

Chrissy wasn't paying any attention to Eddie and she felt horrible. She tried so hard to teach the boy the lesson but her head was stuck on the idea of her girlfriend touching herself. Y/N didn't have patience when she got horny. It was either help her when she asked or she would it herself and make Chrissy watch. And Chrissy did not want to just watch.

"Okay Eddie, I really need to go," she said quickly, standing up and collecting all her books.

"but you said until six, that's still half an hour," Eddie said confused, he needed the help but also wanted to spend time with her.

Chrissy looked at his sad eyes and felt the guilt on her shoulders.

"You're right. Let's try again but I really need to leave at six."

Eddie nodded and smiled as she sat back down.

~~~

Chrissy was panicking, Eddie offered to drive her but his van didn't seem to want to do the work.

"Eddie, I can just call someone," Chrissy suggested, Eddie continued to look under the hood of his van.

The clock is getting extremely close to ten minutes after six. She had until six-thirty to get to her girlfriends or her night would be miserable.

"It's okay! It's working" Eddie cheered.

They both got in the car, Chrissy telling him the directions to Y/N's house.

"Are you two having a sleepover?" Eddie asked turning out of the school parking lot.

"yeah, something like that," Chrissy said, playing with her fingers as she stared at the tiny watch on Eddie's wrist.

"Oh, that's fun. What type of girly things are you guys going to do? Paint each other's nails and talk about boys?" Eddie laughed.

"We don't really care to talk about boys" Chrissy joked, she knew that Eddie had no idea Y/N was her girlfriend and sadly it wasn't something Chrissy could come out and say whenever she wanted.

"Are you and Jason going to get back together? I know he's been talking about it." Eddie said, trying to dig for information for himself.

"Absolutely not. Done with him" Chrissy snapped, even his name made her blood boil. She can't believe she was that dumb to like him, even love him.

That relationship taught her many things and the main thing was that the way he treated her was nothing compared to what Y/N offers. Chrissy thought relationships were one-sided, she felt she had to deserve sweet things like flowers and dates. She thought there was nothing anyone would love about her once they got past the cheerleading exterior. But Y/N showed her so much more than that. Chrissy learned to love parts of herself she didn't think was possible.

And now thinking about her just made Chrissy want to be with her even more.

"Okay well, you are here and right on time!" Eddie cheered, Chrissy smiled and yanked off her seat buckle. She was getting ready to tear open the door when Eddie touched her arm.

"Can I ask you something? I'm sure Y/N won't care, it'll just be a minute."

Chrissy went back and forth in her head. A minute wasn't long, but a minute in Y/N's world was a minute too long.

As Chrissy battled in her head, Eddie used it as an opportunity to speak.

"Would you want to go on a date this weekend? Go see a movie at the theater?" Eddie suggested.

Chrissy didn't want to ever hear him ask that question, because now she had to reject him and hurt his feelings.

"I'm not looking for anything like that, I'd just like to be friends." She said, finally making her way out of the car.

She didn't bother to hear his response, racing into Y/N's house.

"I'M HERE. I AM SO SORRY." She yelled, running up the stairs and heading for the bedroom.

"You are late, princess," Y/N smirked from her spot on the bed. From what Chrissy could tell, she hasn't started without her. Fully clothed, flipping through a magazine as she laid on her stomach.

"Just by a little," Chrissy whined. Y/N's eyebrow quirked up at the sound of Chrissy's whining.

"Well, I already knew you would be late, I finished like ten minutes ago." Y/N shrugged, no regret on her face.

"That's not fair! You didn't give me a chance. What if I did show up on time? " Chrissy argued, crossing her arms. Her attitude was revealing, another thing Y/N didn't like.

"Well you didn't so we don't have to play that game." Chrissy was growing annoyed at Y/N's responses.

"Well, do you even want me here? I mean Jesus, I might as well stayed with Eddie." Chrissy snapped. Y/N's eyes hardened in seconds, the magazine being tossed to the floor.

"Oh? Is Eddie worth more of your time?" Y/N tested, slowly rising up on the bed, and kneeling on her knees as her challenge hung in the air.

"No," Chrissy said immediately, the anticipation of what Y/N could be thinking was making Chrissy clench her thighs.

"No, no. I don't think that's what you said." Y/N clicked her tongue, moving off of her bed to stand. Walking slowly to Chrissy's nervous frame.

"I didn't mean it." Chrissy gulped hard, her eyes watching Y/N's every move.

"So are we just saying things we don't mean for fun? Let me try, I wasn't planning on you fucking me. I planned to fuck you like the cock slut you are." Y/N mocked, turning her head to the side to show fake pity.

Chrissy moaned at her words. Already feeling a wet patch growing in her underwear. "Will you, please?" Chrissy begged.

Y/N laughed at the girl, shaking her head as she cupped Chrissy's jaw. "I didn't mean it."

Chrissy felt like she could cry. She was so turned on, so desperate, and she felt stuck. She wasn't sure what the right answer was.

"I'm sorry. Please, I want to be good." Chrissy pleaded, slowly dropping down to her knees as she looked up through her eyelashes.

"Yeah? Tell me, did he make a move on you?" Y/N asked, her touch returning to Chrissy's jaw. Holding her head in place.

"Um yes ma'am, he asked me out on a date." Chrissy squeaked out. Trying to keep her breath steady when Y/N's touch squeezed her jaw.

Y/N smirked, a chuckle leaving her lips. "Not surprised, where to? Where did he think he was going to take my pretty girl to?"

"Movies." Chrissy replied, keeping it short and straight to the point.

Y/N felt the jealousy burning through her veins. Imagines of Eddie's slimy hands working their way under Chrissy's skirt in a dark theater. She knew exactly what Eddie wanted.

"Strip and get on the bed " Y/N demanded. Stepping back to give the girl space to stand.

Chrissy nodded immediately, rising to her feet and yanking off her cheerleading uniform. Hickeys from past nights lingered around her upper thighs. Y/N licked her lips as Chrissy removed her bra, her small tits bare to the cold air. Her nipples hardened immediately. Chrissy took off her underwear, walking past her girlfriend as she made it to the bed.

"Such a good girl. Lay on your back and show me your pretty pussy." Y/N ordered, feeling herself grow aroused as Chrissy's legs spread open. Wetness sliding down on to the sheets below.

Chrissy felt shy underneath her girlfriend's stare but knew better than to hide herself away. Allowing Y/N to soak her in.

She watched as Y/N reached under her bed, grabbing out Chrissy's favorite strap. Chrissy clenched at the sight of it. Always loving the way Y/N fucked her with her cock.

Y/N removed her clothes, standing naked as she called Chrissy up with her finger. "You want my cock? Get it ready."

Chrissy nodded, sitting up and putting the strap on her girlfriend. Pressing soft kisses to her stomach as she strapped it on Y/N.

Leaning back once it was on. Watching as Y/N lubed up her cock, Chrissy could feel herself throbbing.

"God you are so fucking hot." Chrissy purred.

"I'm going to ruin your pretty pussy." Y/N practically growled, Chrissy barely had time to react before the tip of Y/N's cock was sliding into her.

"Oh my god, you are so fucking big." Chrissy whined. She could feel her walls stretching open to take in her girlfriend's cock.

"Way bigger than that freak will ever be." Y/N said, using her hands to hold on to Chrissy's hips, pushing herself fully into Chrissy's cunt.

Chrissy screamed as Y/N didn't bother to be gentle. The second her cock was fully in, she was sliding it back out. Just to pound into Chrissy all over again. A fast pace, hitting every part of Chrissy's cunt, and hitting it hard.

"I...fuck...I" Chrissy tried to speak but everything came out in broken moans. Y/N would never admit it, but Chrissy knew she loved claiming her more than anything. Something Y/N couldn't ever do unless it was within an empty room. Whenever she had the chance to remind Chrissy exactly why Y/N will always be the best Chrissy has ever had, she proved her point until Chrissy was sore and her cunt was used until it quit.

"Should I go slower so you can get your pathetic words out?" Y/N teased, changing her pace to go slower. Sliding in and out of Chrissy's cunt, her wetness covered Y/N' cock. Y/N could see how wet her cock was when she pulled out, leaving just the tip in.

"No, no. Alllllll." Chrissy moaned, trying to push her hips to take in Y/N's cock.

"But you can't even speak. How embarrassing for you. I slow down to help you out but all you want is to be stuffed full of my cock. Chrissy felt embarrassed by Y/N's words but she couldn't deny how close she was just from the words alone.

Y/N took pity on her, pushing her hips against Chrissy's and burying her cock all the way in. "I know exactly why he wanted to go to a movie theater."

Chrissy could hear her girlfriend's voice, but her brain wasn't comprehending any of it. Just the sound waves hitting her ears. The feeling of Y/N's cock deep in her, and the slow circles Y/N began to rub on her clit. She was seeing stars, shapes, she couldn't tell if her eyes were open or not.

"Bet he wanted it to be nice and dark," Chrissy gasped as Y/N did one hard thrust. "So no one could see when his hand slipped up your thigh," another hard thrust. The circles on Chrissy's clit went faster. "I bet he'd tease your slutty hole, tease those pretty lips before using one finger to feel how wet you are." Another hard thrust, the orgasm was building in Chrissy's stomach.

"Probably thinks he'd know just how to finger you, hit the right spot," she grunted, hitting the exact spot that made Chrissy scream. "Like that? He would think it would be so easy to make you fall apart. He doesn't know anything."

"Close." Chrissy managed to get out. Her fingers scratching down Y/N's back. Hooking her legs together around Y/N's waist, keeping her locked against her.

"Yeah? You gonna be my good girl and cum? Soak my cock? Isn't this so much better than being with him?" Y/N mocked, her tone was harsh and demanding, something Chrissy loved hearing. Loved being put in her place, loved being fucked when she was wrong.

"God, yes! So.... much better. Love... when ....shit shit...you fuck me." Chrissy panted. Y/N admired the way Chrissy's tits bounced with every thrust. The way her mouth opened when Y/N pinched her clit. The way Chrissy's hand moved down their bodies, her fingertips holding herself open as Y/N pounded into her.

Y/N rubbed Chrissy's clit faster, bringing her closer to her orgasm. Using her free hand to trail up to Chrissy's neck. Wrapping her hand around her throat, the vibrations of Chrissy's moans hitting her hand.

"Cum for me." Y/N demanded, tightening her grip on Chrissy's throat, rubbing her clit as fast as she could while keeping it in a rhythm. Chrissy squeaked as she rocked her hips into Y/N. Moaning and screaming as she felt herself clench around Y/N's cock.

"Right there, yes, yes, fuckkkkk" Chrissy panted as she came. Squirting all over Y/N's cock and fingers. Soaking the sheets below. Feeling her own body being covered in herself. Her skin turned red, knowing the mess she made.

"Oh look at that." Y/N teased, slowly removing her cock, using the tip to collect more of the mess Chrissy made and pushing it back in. She loved the way Chrissy's cunt kept trying to push her back out.

"Such a mess you made. Making a mess of my cock, of my sheets, and even yourself." Y/N continued to tease. Removing the strap completely, stepping back to take Chrissy's used body melting into the sheets.

No man had anything on her.

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

In ur opinion,who do u think draw moon knight best?

Mine is Declan Shalvey

BOY DID YOU ASK A QUESTION!!!!!!!

I’ve waxed on and on about the writers of Moon Knight. The best ones, the worst ones, a few mediocre ones that got the job done…. 

But what about the art? 

Each artist has their own style, their own ideas, and their own grasp of Moon Knight. 

When you get very lucky, you get a writer and artist dream team that create something beautiful. 

Let’s start with Bill Sienkiewicz. 

(THIS WASN'T EVEN FOR A COMIC. HE JUST FUCKING DREW THIS FOR FUNZIES)

He was not the first to draw Moon Knight. THAT was Don Perlin!  Look at this cape design! 

He was relatively new to the comic scene, but quickly a very sought after man. New Mutants, Electra, and many others for many different publishers. 

And even after he left us he still pops in now and then to remind us that no one…NO ONE can draw Moon Knight like he can.  Look at Sienkiewicz JUST FLEXING. 

(2014 people!!) Someone came to him and went, "Hey we could use a Moon Knight Variant. Do you wanna dip back in and hand us a little ol' Moony?"

And he gave them this and I'm sure they went "...WTF we didn't even ask for this. We thought he'd just do him perched on a building or something in the distance. What do we do with this? It's too good holy crap."

(2022 because he felt like schooling us again with another cover)

But he gave us more than the cowl. He gave us the men who wear it. 

And as amazing as his art was: 

He also gave us the most important pieces: 

I could wax on and on about Bill all day… But let’s take a look at some other artists. 

Kevin Nowlan Kept the dark parts of the suit and the billowing cape. 

Bo Hampton is the one that teamed up with Zelenetz to give us a fantastic sleek and angry design. Here's MK punching some Neo-Nazi in the face! 

Chris Warner came later in "First of Khonshu" run and started with a very classic 1990s muscle bound and glitzy design. A design that might start to look familiar to those of you with a sharp eye (look at that belt. We're approaching the BLING age of Moon Knight.) 

This was a weird time in comics for Moon Knight. We were switching out writers a lot and he suddenly had a much more Egyptian style theme. 

Moon Knight art goes on a WILD ride after this. We get the "Marc Spector" run that spans late 80s and early 80s and the art gets very 90s. Solid, Dark, and BUSY.

Sal Velluto (With the Punisher! This was a fantastic pair up!) 

Ron Garney Plays with the sharp edges of the cloak and that’s nice. Also gives his mask a bit more of a definition. 

Gary Kwapisz comes in with a BOLD metallic Moon Knight. Just look at those fists! Time time in MK was just wild you guys. 

James Fry flies in and tries to make sense of those MUSCLES. 

1993 arrived and the 90s hit HARD. 

Stephen Platt deep in that 90s style. 

What’s happening here? I don’t know. You don’t know. No one knows. But man does it look ACTION COOL. 

Muscles got BIG in this period in the 90s. Anatomy got weird and chest size had no limits. 

Tommy Lee Edwards steps in and slims our pal Moon Knight back down.

Now THAT is a breath of fresh air. I love this. 

Look at the use of that cape! And the hood? The subtle mask outline… Yes please. 

Mark Texeira steps in after this. Let me tell you guys about this art. This is the start of the modern age. 2008! 

(Look at the little Moon Knight design in the upper right near the signature! OMG little cutie!) Also the details in that rugged face and wet hair. 

But how does the suit look?

Nice.

We leave behind the glorious Tex and head to David Finch! You might recognize some of these motiffs as we get to some more popular runs. 

Hello there fist spikes! This is when Moon Knight starts to get his reputation as being a bit…punchy… 

The point in his cowl gets defined in this style too. 

Mico Suayan takes on this hard hitting run too. 

Clean lines, dark darks and white whites and that cape! The spikes are gone but the muscles are coming back.

This was a big action packed run and numerous artists got a chance. 

Now… This is about where I stop listing every single artist because it gets too fast pace with single issues, annuals, events, and all that fun business. SO here are some highlights. Also I have an upload limit so I'm sorry I can't show you all the beautiful art styles that branched off at this time.

Bong Dazo  gave us that little sad startled cat. 

Jerome Opeña Had such AMAZING action picks. I’ve never seen action done so well. And that outfit! 

I…I could go on forever about this artist and the run he did. But that’s for another day… Just know that I think about it all the time and it lives in my head rent free. 

I’m going to skip a lot here and jump to the BIG GUNS. 

Hate the run, LOVE the art. 

My dear Alex Maleev makes it worth it. 

The absolute SLAYING of the white in every image kills me. LOOK. LOOOK AT THE USE OF NEGATIVE SPACE.

It honestly brings me back to Sienkiewicz. 

I’m screaming inside holding this up to the moon. 

From there we slide SO easily into Declan Shalvey my precious. 

You know what I’m talking about. 

Ron Ackins Took over from there and it was stellar.

I am going to skip over THREE artists on purpose because not only was the RUN bad (the worst) but also the ART was just the worst. (See BEMIS run. Ugh. Nothing was good in that run.) 

Do I need to talk about Greg Smallwood? 

Do I really need to post anything about Greg? 

Or Cappuccio who works with MacKay's current run? 

Or Federico Sabbatini who also fills in with MacKay?

(I would but I'm out of picture space. Thanks Tumblr).

So who is my favorite? 

Hard to say… I’m caught up in the colors and designs of some, the action styles of others. Sometimes the raw power of MK’s fighting or just in how clever his cape and cowl are done. 

And sometimes I crave that amazing 1980s Sienkiewicz designs of Moon Knight in the rain, Stained Glass Scarlet’s everything, and the shape of Moon Knight (or shapelessness of him). 

I could argue that ANY artist that draws Moon Knight during a good run is my favorite. I could forgive most any style if the story is right and the style will weave into the words and the flow of his cape will settle into my heart once again. 

And sometimes…. 

Well…

[semi-sketchy]

Well, that's Sonic X finished. Yes I still really like the show.

Firstly, season 3 is a bit mixed. The first half it struggles a bit to find it's footing with the rhythmic "new planet, Metarex stole the egg but are still there for some reason, fight ensues". It gets pretty tedious. Honestly, at this point I was missing the human characters and their antics. Like Mr. Stewart shadowing everyone as if he was coy, Rouge having Topaz to bounce off of, Ella and Chuck... I wanted something to spice it up.

However, the second half, after the Emeralds get scattered again, it starts being less formulaic, having reveals and turns into some good entertainment.

Although, Eggman stuck out to me as being particularly not great this season. First half when he's causing trouble and such is fine, but then when he becomes a sort-of double agent and starts looking out for Sonic and his friends...I just didn't like that for Eggman. It was framed more as fatherly-oversight instead of Eggman perusing his best interests. It only happened a few times in season 1 and 2, so it was easier to overlook there, but it's prevalent enough in season 3 for me to take issue with it.

On the plus side, Shadow is actually enjoyable! I didn't care for how Shadow (or SA2 in general) were done in season 2, but I liked what they did with him here. He's kinda neutral, clashing with Sonic and trying to kill Cosmo, but at the end of the day his interests are still to stop the Metarex and save the universe. He's cold, but his actions show he does care, he just has his own way of doing things. Plus he is a bit of a showoff.

I still think season 1 overall is my favorite with 3 in the middle and lastly 2. Man the Discotek subtitles made season 2 worse...

I also went into this biased that the changes between the dub and sub were negligible. Perhaps because the dub isn't as fresh in my mind as when I formed that opinion, but the sub is definitely my preferred version now. I prefer the Japanese voice cast (I wish Cream could have an English VA as good as her Japanese X one, high pitched yet so soft spoken...it's so easy on the ears) and the music is so much better.

The biggest difference for me is Chris. I actually liked him. I can't exactly narrow down why, he used to annoy me, but that wasn't an issue this time. Maybe I've grown up, perhaps the writing frames him better in the sub, maybe it's this specific translation, I can't tell.

Are the dialogue changes that huge? No. Don't get me wrong, there is a difference, however the show's plot is still the same and understandable in the dub, which, makes sense. The story has to follow the animation. Like I said earlier, the translations between these two languages is somewhat subjective and sometimes sentences need to be shortened or made longer to fill the space. That's why plenty of lines carry the same or similar meaning but are said in a different way.

Yes, the writing is better in Japanese, hell everything is better in the Japanese version and I think that applies to season 3 the most. Could I recommend it over the dub? Easily. If possible, watch the original version. Although if you really can't stand subtitles and want the audio in English (or only have access to YouTube where the Japanese version doesn't have English subs), is the dub acceptable? Also yes, it'll do.

You do have to deal with the censorship in the dub, though I've been aware of it since I was a kid. The animation censorship is silly and stupid, but aside from Chris getting flung in season 2, I didn't think the cut scenes removed much of value. However, while I didn't like the beginning of an episode reusing the end of a previous one during bingeing, when coming back to watch more after a few days, it was a nice refresher. A reminder of a time when you had to wait a week to see what happened next instead of bingeing an entire season in a day. I liked it even though it isn't necessary in this day and age.

As said before, this was not my first time watching X in Japanese. I saw it several years ago and this series rewatch was moreso an excuse to say I finally used the Blu-rays I spent money on.

If I had to rate it, 8/10, maybe even an 8.5. Solid show where there's some very high highs and the lows are still quite enjoyable while the cast is mostly faithful to their game personalities. There's a reason this show has reigned supreme in the fandom for such a long time.

Coming off of Frontiers, it was a nice reminder that yeah, Sonic is still good.

Anyways, I guess next is Boom, although I rewatched it like a year or so ago when I bought the steelbook. I've seen it so many times, I've practically got the show memorized by now. Spoilers: I like it a lot.

[hcfiles]

"Agree. Evidence she showed none. But, maybe there was no time. After the statement that impressed and called attention to the page, someone else could have assumed her place before shutting the page down."

How can someone else have assumed her place? I'm sorry girl but that's a big reach. The Account is gone but if the Woman was real why didnt she make a new account and post EVIDENCE as soon as possible? Was she ever "seen" again on any platform? No she wasn't and there was never a picture or any evidence. I'm trying to stay calm and be nice to you because you have a right to your thoughts but dont you think these thoughts go a bit too far? How many celebrities have to deal with made up accusations? Justin Bieber, Ricky Martin, Johnny Depp, Nick Carter and his brother, Michael Fassbender, Armie Hammer (partly), Drake Bell, Jonathan Majors, Chris Evans and his Wife and so many more, there are "expose accounts" for almost all celebrities....When Warhammer was announced I remember a tweet from a female Journalist, she said "many Journalists will dig deep into Henry's Life now to find something controversial, something they can "expose" him with". Because Warhammer doesn't fit Hollywood's agenda and new woke politics. Nothing was found so far!

Toby Emmerich wanted to get rid of Snyder and the Snyderverse ( including Henry as Superman) since 2017. After the Justice League failure. But Henry had a movie left on his contract...Emmerich offered him a small cameo in Shazam. Dany Garcia declined the offer because she, and that is my personal opinion its not a fact, wanted Henry in Black Adam for years. There was a rumor Emmerich was furious about it, he apparently said " as long as I'm running WB, Henry will never be Superman again". Emmerich is a pos, btw like all Studio Bosses. Warner Brothers used some news outlets to do hit pieces on Zack Snyder, Ezra Miller and Ray Fisher ( after Ray accused them of racism). The Superman recast was always a problem for WB because the fans are very passionate about Henrys Superman and the Snyderverse and yet WB, Emmerich, Journalists never found anything on Henry. There was never a hit peace against him from Warner Brothers. After he left the witcher someone (nobody knows who) tried to smear him but why was it done anonym? On a shady platform like demoux? It is proven they post stuff all the time without checking for facts first. If there is something on Henry why has nobody been able to expose it yet? And Im talking about the official way with an actual person behind the accusation not some "anonymous sources". Henry's Team and Management isnt that powerful to prevent something from coming out trust me. Henry may work in Hollywood but Hollywood never liked him because he never fit in. Most of the time he stays in England not in the US. He doesn't attend much Hollywood Events, After show parties, red carpet events and so on. He's getting work in Hollywood but look what kind of work it is, with directors he already worked before. Directors who like him and want to work with him again but he doesnt get a role in a Martin Scorsese movie for example. Henry doesnt belong to the inner circle of Hollywood. He left a "popular" show on Netflix, wants to do Warhammer that is full of everything Hollywood hates, he stood up for fans.....! Do you know Stephen Baldwin follows and likes Henrys posts on IG? He's exposing Hollywood for quite some time now but he seems to like Henry. Long Story short, there are definitely people ( certain WB Executives, Witcher Producers (Lauren)) who would love to see Henry getting cancelled. I think Lauren would do anything to save her show but coming out with an accusation means you need to have evidence of your claim and so far...nobody seem to have anything on him. If the Witcher smear would have been true why was it not stated by Lauren herself or her producers or the writers or even Netflix? Why was cast and crew coming out speaking well of Henry as they did for all these years? He even got a goodbye ceremony with Netflix flying in Henry's Superfan, Rory. Anonymous sources can not be trusted and not be taken as facts thats for sure. Nobody knows if in the near future someone with a face and name will accuse him of something BUT that didnt happen yet and it's more than wrong to hope for it like you do. And please dont deny it, all your posts are clearly hoping he did something wrong and thats why he needs this pr relationship, you desperately want to be right about him. That there is a dirty secret but you dont see that you literally hope hes a bad person, maybe even an abuser just because you can't stand his relationship. Im just a fan, i dont know him personally either but at least I dont hope hes a horrible dude. I want to believe in the good in people and as long as there is no serious accusation with evidence against him I and many other Fans have a right to believe he's a good Person, a right to believe he didnt do anything wrong.

Wow! I have a lot to answer:

a) "How can someone else have assumed her place?" - Simple. Once his team got to her (or him - we naturally assume it's a woman, but it could be a man), they could have bought her silence, assumed her page for a while to discredit it until it was taken down.

b) " Why didn't she make a new account" posting evidence? - If her silence was bought, she probably signed a non-disclosure deal. But, evidence...? Of what? The "accusations" she made were related to his Character and attitudes mostly and talked about a supposed freaky sexual taste. There's nothing criminal about it nor to be turned "evidence". Unless, other real lovers come public.

c) "I'm trying to stay calm and be nice to you." - What does that mean? Is that a threat or you just have a short temper? Losing your mind for a celeb you say you don't know? Careful! If you are so convinced of your favourite celeb's perfection as you say you are, why lose your temper with "nonsense" from a stranger in T? I am really surprised how people go so far to defend a celeb they say they don't know based only and exclusively on his public life. Honey, it's Hollywood! Nothing is what it seems. If you don't know the guy there's no way to know anything about him, only what he wants you to know. And these people have a different mindsetting. They don't care for bad publicity as long as they are in the spotlight.

d) "Don't you think these thoughts go a bit too far?" - Not really. Henry Cavill opened the Pandora box when he agreed to be put in this situation. He was always dubious motivating doubts in his fandom and gave us quite a show to entertain. We are just giving him the feedback. Of course, it wasn't the one he expected. You can manipulate the crowds, but there's no guarantee it will react the way you expect.

e) You name a few celebs here saying they had to face "made up accusations". Well some of the ones you named aren't saints and not all the "made up accusations" are actually "made up". Celebs are not God's above good and evil. We have been having many examples of that, lately. And "expose accounts" are part of the deal of being a celeb.

f) You say journalists (I say just curious) said they were going to dig Henry's life to find dirt and that nothing was found. I disagree. To work in this Entertainment Industry you need to be aligned with its mindsetting. If you are not a freak, you, at least, see what goes on, you deal with the freaks, you know who is who and you know who does what, remaining silent, for you don't want to lose your celeb status nor the fame and money that come with it. And being a Hollywood escort promoting promiscuous to boost an image is not exactly an example of dignified professionalism.

g) But, yes! I do believe there are abusers, CEOs in this Industry pissed with Henry, because he doesn't bend easily to them. I know he's a different kind of celeb and that's why he is restricted to action movies and directors he knows and has worked with. That's why he's fighting to become a producer (or, at least, have the title). But, that doesn't mean he's a perfect saint, a God above it all, because it's clear he accepts being subjected to a few ... How to say,... Not very decent stuff in this Industry, for real roles.

h) And, Yes! Agree with your observations on the Superman x BA cameo deal, the resistance of some in production of Supes.

i) Again, I also agree with you about his behavior on the TW set. I really don't believe the rumours about him being offensive to colleagues somehow. He might have flirted with someone, though. He's a man, human. I also think that leaving the series was a decision involving a lot, such as the possibility of making another Superman movie (promise Garcia made him, allowed him to believe and announce without a signed deal).

j) And, yes! There are a lot of absurd rumours about him. But, that doesn't mean every single rumour is a lie. Again, celebs are not above the good and evil, they are not God's. They are humans with flaws, fighting desperately to create and keep a FAKE image to the public. A fake image they come up with to be adored, to gain a fandom that will make them relevant and boost their career. They only show fans what THEY want them to see and know. Their private life can be very different.

k) And the cast and crew will always say good things about colleagues. That's part of the job to promote the production positively and the environment they work in as healthy and cool. That's part of the job. If there's a suspicion of a problem among cast and crew, the production is fated to fail.

l) "Anonymous sources cannot be trusted and taken as facts." I agree. But they can be questioned and discussed. And that's what we're doing here.

m) " Nobody knows if (...) someone will accuse him of something, BUT it's more than wrong to hope for it like you do." - Apparently, you are hoping that doesn't happen, what indicates you are insecure in your beliefs. Don't suppose you know my intentions. You say I hope someone accuses him of something. No! I don't! First, 'cause I doubt there is something that terrible, like a big deal there. But, I do believe he's not the guy he sells. Behind cameras he, by free will, accepts ... Let's say, dubious deals performed as dignified in front of cameras to sell the image of the model Character. What I do believe is that he's a hypocrite, a pretender who used immoral PR strategies against his fans trying to manipulate the media, motivating hate on the internet by exposing a woman to public execration, to avoid accountability and negative exposure, only to protect and keep his fake image. I don't see such behavior as dignified.

n) I don't need to hope for anything. Reality speaks for itself. What's been happening for four years screams what I put here. I don't need to prove anything nor convince anyone. The situation speaks for itself: The woman chosen for the PR, her rep and exposure on the internet versus his rep and the image he sold for years, the immoral strategies used by his PR team, the desperate attempts of damage control, the intentional teasing posts they adopted, their insistence in motivating fans' negative reactions to, later, point fingers accusing fans of their stupidity, his lack of attitude towards it, his participation in this circus (true or false) that HE COULD HAVE KEPT out of social media, out of the tabloids and out of the spotlight to avoid all this, BUT DIDN'T.

o) "You hope there's a dirty secret, that he's a bad person, an abuser just because you can't stand his relationship". You couldn't be more wrong! And, I see you are here as a minion criticizing a page you actually don't follow. If you have read all the posts with an open mind and attention, you would know that's not right. The dirty secret can be a deal he accepted behind cameras that reflects his real Character, the way he thinks and really is, not necessarily a terrible misconduct. And, I don't believe he's a bad person, just a vain dude who put his vanity before his moral standards making bad decisions; that he was corrupted by the Industry he works for, because he was weak. Concerning this relationship, I really believe it wasn't a relationship, just a PR and I couldn't care less. He had gone through PR stunts/dates before and you have never seen me react to them, have you? He is free to date whoever he wants. And I even believe they got sexually involved during these years of shenanigans. After all, he needs to fulfill the escorting contract and it was necessary to be convincing. And, the baby belly was the cherry of the cake. They made so much effort to prove the relationship was real (and they are still trying unsuccessfully, with the help of stans like you, who can't stand the idea it is fake). Why? Don't they believe their own love affair? Why care for what we believe? Yes, because it was quite a show they prepared for us.

p) You are a believer. I'm happy for you. I hope you continue believing and fighting for him as I once did. But, unfortunately, events that were obvious to me, made me change my mind about him. There isn't any serious fact that makes him a bad person or a criminal. But, there's enough to have his Character and image questioned. Henry is not a brave, self-confident man. He's insecure and that makes him avoid being involved in criminal or very bad acts. But, if there's a chance to slip a little to boost his image and sell it as a man he's not for vanity, he will. Such as lying and pretending to be a promiscuous' boyfriend and her baby father, just to avoid exposing the biggest PR mistake in history.

[famepine]

First Kiss

Who: Sam Claflin @imsammyclaflin and Chris Pine

Where: Jack and Saoirse Wedding, County Mayo, Ireland

When: May 19th, 2024

Notes: The couple shares a first full kiss on the carousel.

{Chris} Chris was having clearly too much fun today. The wedding was admittedly a little camp. Everyone dressing up in regency era clothing. What he knew about the couple it did seem right up their alley. But Chris made no quirms about basquing in it. He was even going to swipe a book off one of the table's by the end of the night if he could. More importantly he was so happy to be coming here with Sam, might be under the guise as friend's but nonetheless something about the setting and the accompanying party all felt right. They stood together in the church, been inseparable practically rubbing elbows the whole time since they arrived. And yet again it all felt undeniably right. Chris had totally finished his meal, had ice cream, literally played croquet and was now itching to do the one thing at this reception left to do, ride the carousel. Oh he was going to soak it all up., But he did not want to do it alone. He turned over his shoulder to Sam. "Hey you want to ride the carousel with me?" it was nt the most romantic question but Chris thought his tone low and hanging on every syllable could make it so.

{Sam} Sam had been a bit nervous the entire evening. He knew the couple well enough but he always felt out of place at weddings, never knowing exactly how to act or say on the occasion. He was thankful Chris was there. They had become quite close in the weeks since they'd met and Sam was finding it easier to be himself. He didn't have to hide with the older male, he could say and do what he wanted and it wasn't looked down on. Not that his other friends did that but there was just something special about him that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Asking him to come had been a no-brainer. He hadn't gotten to see Ireland the last time they had all come and Sam was excited to show him around, even if Chris had no idea t

hat was the plan. He was in no rush to go back to LA and he didn't have to pick up the kids until the 31st so he was a free man until then. They hadn't left one another side's except for the few instances where Sam recognized someone and went off to talk briefly but he always came back to him. It was the invisible string that kept the two of them connected. That unspoken thing. He had just finished his first, and only, glass of champagne when Chris's words broke through the silence. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he nodded, a soft smile on his face. "I thought you'd never ask. Let's go!"

{Chris} Chris had maybe had a few champagnes and whatever that fruit pink signature drink was, he definitely had that by now. But he was nowhere close to being intoxicated. Chris knew a lot of people here, and yet there was nothing in him screaming he had to be anonymous in this setting. Somehow the more and more time spent with Sam all that caring about what others might see or think, were crashing down and he was his most authentic self and not hiding he may very clearly have a crush on this man. It was in the looks and glances he'd given all day. They would walk shoulder to should to the fanciful structure, the pink and blues and purples bouncing off everything else at this wedding. Maybe Chris had a ltitle extra bounce in his step because of the couple of drinks who'd care though. Chris would take the first step but once they were on he wouldn't part from Sam, even taking a few steps back to get closer the young man. The spinning had put him further away then intended when he landed on it. Getting, no snuggling into the man beside him like h had never done before.

{Sam} Sam had tried not to think to much about the glances and looks that he had been getting from Chris. Not that they hadn't been welcomed but on his journey of self discovery, he'd realized that despite whatever feelings he might be having, he couldn't slip up. He couldn't give in to them. He needed time to come to terms with himself, both emotionally and mentally. He had let his guard down enough, allowing himself to imagine a life where he didn't have to hide his feelings, where he could be out and proud, and date whomever he wanted. That was the impact Chris had made in his life in these past weeks, but there was also the part that imagined having that life with the older male, and that was the problem. He knew he was important to the older male, and that they were friends, and he'd gotten just a little bit hopeful when those looks came his way, but he couldn't be sure of anything. Part of him wanted to believe that he might feel the same but the other, bigger part of him knew he couldn't. They had kissed once before but Sam was distraught over his kids, it hadn't meant anything. Chris was just providing the distraction he needed in that moment. Stepping onto the carousel, the slowly moving horses and sleighs, stagnant and unmoving, made Sam long for the time when his life wasn't in chaos. And having Chris close enough to him to feel the warm breath on his neck was not helping. "I... this is slower than I remember them being." He said, wanting to move away but being unable to do so.

{Chris} He hadn't noticed how slow it actually was, that wasn't on his radar till Sam said so. A small little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Sam looked almost as if he was glued to the floor since when he first ventured onto this. Back behind them the figures of horses danced up and down with the turning movement. More than anything Chris wanted to defrost whatever had come over Sam ."Once you get your balance it gets even better when you move just a little." Chris extending out his hand if the other needed to take it. They would move back into the concealed space and closer to the middle where the impacts of the twirling were much less than hanging out on the edge. Of course Chris had no worries about continuing to drop his face low to Sam's. The moment striking again. he couldn't quit explain it but the effect of Sam was coming over him. It was a wedding, what could be more romantic than this. He could feel it in the air like a magical scent having him leaning down further and further as magical horses and sleighs danced around them and the wedding music drifted in the back.

{Sam} "This is exactly why I don't ride the Ferris Wheel." He admitted, reaching forward to grab Chris's collar, steadying himself as the wheel continued to spin. "I don't like when things go slow. I'd much rather not see my surroundings." He confessed, his eyes falling closed as he let himself calm down. Every time he thought about a Ferris wheel, he was taken back to when he was younger and his older brother thought it would be funny to rock the car they were in back and forth so fast that he could see the ground below. He had panicked and nearly fallen and ever since then, he had avoided anything that moved slower than he could run. This was his first time on a carousel and while his subconscious was freaking out, he felt safe. He knew that nothing was going to happen. If he fell off, the ground was right there. Not that he would fall because he was in Chris's arms. Holy shit, he was in Chris's arms. When had that happened? He opened his eyes, looking up into Chris's blue ones. "Yeah, you're right. I'm feeling better already." He joked, a smile forming on the corner of his lips. Should he back up? Run away? He felt both of those were good options and yet he stayed right where he was. The tension between them had been palpable the past few weeks and he knew that things were only going to get worse if he continued to ignore it. Maybe I should kiss him this time, get it out of my system. Prove to myself that there's nothing there. He let his eyes drift down to Chris's lips momentarily before meeting his eyes again. And he stopped thinking. Stopped trying to rationalize everything. He just wanted to feel... something, anything, or nothing at all. He swallowed thickly and then leaned in and gently pressed their lips together.

{Chris} Yup Chris had instinctively called it Sam's balance was failing him. Chris was only mildly shocked when he grabbed his collar, he had expected the man to hang onto him jsut the collar of his shirt his least expected place. Chris's hands were immediately leading Sam to the internal point, noticing how less tressed he was looking at they were doing so. It warmed Chris's heart and all of this felt so undeniably right. The two of them in Chris's perspective just resting there for a moment. Each moment though felt heavier and heavir as Chris felt the draw to kiss him. There was no objecting voice no second thinking. So after Sam had made the initiating move Chris took the queue. He crashed his lips to Sam's and it was everything he had remembered. The world made sense and it felt like anything was possible. The elder letting a long held breathe exhale.

{Sam} Sam had tried not to let the fact that he was terrified show on his face. Had it been anyone else here with him, he would have been stood on the ground, adamant in his decision not to ride the carousel but he had followed Chris like it was nothing, leaping onto the platform like he had done it a million times before. It was only when he was stood on said carousel that the reality of his situation set in. He was not liking this at all. The creaking of the metal, the annoying song playing in an attempt to drown out said creaks, it was all too much. Grabbing his collar was definitely not the first choice but he hadn't exactly been looking at the other male when his hands came forward to grab something. Now that he felt more secure, he silently berated himself for getting into the situation in the first place. He should have said no to his request then this moment wouldn't be happening. He wouldn't be clinging to him like a scared child. But if he had said no, he wouldn't be in this moment. Wouldn't currently be kissing the male who had very quickly found his way into Sam's heart and heart and took up permanent residence. The first time they kissed, Sam had been so caught off guard that he still felt it was imagined. This kiss however, he felt everything. The butterflies, the warmth, the want for him, it was overwhelming but in the best possible way.

{Chris} Chris was actually smiling into the kiss. Sam a non hesitant now willing particpant in whatever was going on between the two of them. It brought Chris's heart so much joy, it felt like it could literally jump out of his chest. The music of the wedding now a perfect backdrop. Chris moved his hand up to cradled Sam's face. Their fine clothes rubbing into each other as they gently brushed up against each other as they met in a kiss. The gentle kiss growing more passionate, as Chris tilted his head deepeding the kiss to Sam's soft lips tasting all of the sweet desserts and champagne of the evening. He couldn't dreamed up a real first kiss better than this one. Everything felt so falling into place in this moment.

{Sam} Everything melted away the minute their lips met. All of the fear, the doubt, it was gone, replaced by new sensations. This wasn't like kissing Emma or Nick, this was intense, a flame that refused to be put out. The tiny tingles he felt when they made eye contact now enveloped his entire body, starting from his toes and traveling straight up to his head. It was familiar, only felt once before but this time, it had potential to last if Sam would let it. If he'd had any doubts about where he stood in his feelings, this moment was squashing them in the wood beneath his feet. His hands gripped Chris's collar tighter, pulling him closer to him, as the kiss grew in intensity. His knees threatened to buckle but he remained upright for now, his mouth opening slightly to meet Chris's tongue, moaning softly as he could taste the sweetness of the dessert he'd consumed earlier. His head was spinning, heart thumping wildly, and he knew they should stop but he couldn't. He had waited so long for a feeling like this and he didn't want it to end. Reluctantly though, he did pull away, his cheeks flushing as he looked at his feet. "We should... should probably head back before someone notices we're gone."

[real-total-drama-takes]

I don't remember if I wrote the smiley anon shit... I wasn't so stable back then but if someone is the smiley anon :) please speak the fuck up please....

I am dying to know.

Courtney who never loved the ocean for she couldn't ever control it as her parents did with her.

A child at 3 years old first best memory is a fucking to do list, that is woe.

Everything must be in a list to be correct, when it comes to being correct and right it is not always "right" but it's right for her.

Courtney was not raised Duncan and ever for a single second. He had two parents... She just one. Lawyer, a mother, her first ever friend and role model. Where is all go wrong?

Her first memory is fucking to-do list and cry until "her attention needs and standards" were met.

Courtney was the definition of a perfect little girl that's what mother said.

She hates the ocean so much for she can't control but she does anything to save it so...

Courtney donates time and money to save the ocean since she can remember then she met him.

Ocean filled teal eyes that held warmth, hope, and a place for her.

Eyes to a boy named Duncan, so she dives in with her expensive clothes into his stupid ocean eyes with no hope, no list, no care of mother, and even perfection... until.

It wasn't enough for him- them- the network.

The ticking time started with Harold. How dare he, she listened to the rules, she had done like her own mother would do to win, and yet you all failed her!

Her to do list mentioning winning.... with that boy that makes her believe in the ocean, moon, and the stars.

But no.

Their all laughing at you Courtney like when you are 3 years old again. You just wanted more than attention this time- you used to believe love wasn't needed.

You just wanted to be loved but a stupid boy, like the father that left you and your mother like nothing.

But you aren't nothing, you are everything and better than everyone else so became them, all of them to "fit in" yet they didn't like that too.

Have you ever loved someone or something so much that you want to swallow it, drown it, and live within it. You hate the ocean you remember so try to tame him... because you love him- you fear him leaving you like dad did, how mother was more into law than you, and how all your friends leave because you need to have to do list to feel stable and normal they want from you.

But you weren't enough even for him. As you spiraled, lost control, and lost your sense of reality you became your father and mother alone with your 3-year-old self deep within you screaming, kicking, hitting, threatening, harm yourself most then lashing out on others. You would do anything for love- even do anything for Duncan to come back to hold you, comfort you, and even steal from Chris once more to proper I love you in actions.

Because who could ever love me?

You don't even love you... even if your CIT, even if you know many things, even if your story, and so much more, but no ever asked Courtney. They just assume Courtney is a brat and bitch naturally like that, makes fun of you for it and telling your norms aren't acceptable in the first place but mother said you are the perfect little girl always!

They are wrong about you! The voice your mother in your head tells you so each say, if you feel to happy you end up crying mess or having "tantrum" moment later on you learn it's a mental breakdown.

One thing doesn't go to plan you spiral because the voices of your mother say you can't be perfect anymore and women in your family are frowning upon you since you were a little girl... You don't need a man but you want this one so bad, Duncan is yours, right? He loves you like you love him too in his own way?

You can't breath without him and can't stand being in his shadow because you never just Courtney now.

You are Duncan's on-and-off girlfriend, the awful girl that has him by the balls, and forced their way into of your hold they say.

So, you gave up after season 3 as you died each kiss and make out- you made humiliation of yourself.

You don't want revenge.

You just wanted love.

Pain doesn't stop ever does it?

So, when All-Stars happened, and you try get a hold on to Scott to not drown or hurt by Fang when the cameras stop going and filming.

Everyone is surprised you actually have a heart and your heart breaks again, have that you drown in the ocean they'll.

You can change your name... yet you and the mirror know your name.

Years of experience in life and therapy have changed you.

Still... when they mention you, they go I hope Courtney and Duncan got back together again. They seemed like they were a power couple.

Now you look at the TV with a wince... you go that's good thing that's not my name anymore.

For your lover calls not princess or boss lady, they call you love.

You are loved... Their eyes aren't blue like Duncan or Scott.

But black as dark as night and least this one is loyal and safe to love at last.

NO... I am not saying that she needs to have a lover to be happy, but I gave her one!