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Eddie diaz isn’t going to actually move to Texas - oh he’ll probably get close - but he won’t actually go - because it’s running away again - which is what Eddie does when he’s faced with something life changing.
He ran to Shannon to escape his parents (especially his mom)
Then he ran to the army when Shannon got pregnant
Then he ran to the army once again when Chris was diagnosed
Then he ran to LA to escape his parents once more
Then he ran back to Shannon
Then he ran from his grief
He ran from his trauma
Ran from the 118
Ran from his feelings
And now he’s running again - he thinks he’s running towards Chris but he’s actually running away from himself - from joy and freedom - because he thinks it’s the only way to get Chris back - to go back to living under the toxic cloud that is his parents - to go back to being made to feel like a failure (because Helena is going to say I told you so at the first opportunity!)
Eddie is watching Chris and seeing him get the childhood with his parents he never had - one where he was loved and supported and allowed to be a child. Only that’s Eddie’s perspective and Eddie (like Buck) is a flawed narrator of his own life - Chris isn’t actually happy he’s basically getting the same treatment Eddie got from Helen and Ramon - he’s being stiffled - suffocated and he is not being given the right support - the support to work through his trauma and not let it fester.
But Eddie only sees Chris being taught chess by the man who was absent from Eddie’s own childhood, Chris being able to be involved in clubs and tournaments and getting to make friends and be a child.
Eddie doesn’t see that he was already providing all of that for Chris am more - providing him with the love and support and tools to deal with what life throws at him.
Eddie wants in on what he was already doing and doing much better so he’s going to probably go to Texas for a bit and open the dialoge and then reload moving back to Texas just keeps the cycle going (Eddie’s own version of the hamster wheel) and it would reinforce to Chris that running is the answer. That being unhappy is the answer
Ultimately Eddie needs to realise that he can fight to get Chris back without sacrificing all he has been working towards - without sacrificing all the progress he has made. That actually making the first move doesn’t mean abandoning the life he has been building for himself and his son.
Because Chris isn’t actually happy - he’s miserable and he wants his dad - he just isn’t able to admit that yet but they’re going to get to a point where he is - because Eddie has been doing the right things and they will have a conversation in Texas that will bring them both home to LA ;and Buck) and the family they have built.
#it’s going to get played as Eddie is doing it - he’s probably gonna get as far as packing up his house to move#because the show needs the ripples it will cause to be big enough that it has a lasting impact#on all members of the firefam#there is an impact on Bobby#one on Hen#one on Chim#a massive one on buck - who really needs to hit maximum feelings of abandonment#(because it’s not just Eddie abandoning him - it would also be Chris - because there is no Chris in his life if Eddie is not in LA#it impacts periphery characters such as Josh as well#I’m having a lot of thoughts about it and I’m excited to see it play out even though I know it’s going to hurt like hell#but the pay off will be Chris back in LA#Eddie in a much better place#and buck dealing with his trauma and growing (instead of shrinking)#and it will likely lead to buddie too#911 spoilers#eddie diaz#911 abc#evan buckley#Christopher diaz#buddie
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make you mine
matt sturniolo
ꜝ haven’s notes / when i can’t figure out what to write i look at madison beer’s discography and get to work . also sorry if this lowkey doesn’t make sense 😭
ꜝ genre / smutty smut
ꜝ pairing / bestfriend!matt x fem!reader
ꜝ warnings / first person pov, reader is a bit drunk, softdom!matt, bathroom sex, unprotected sex (don’t raw dog it), praise, mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, hair pulling, degrading if u squint, not proof read, and pet names (baby, princess, angel, sweetheart)
unfortunately, nick had finally convinced me to go to the new hottest new club in downtown LA. he had been yapping to me about it even before he turned 21. so when i told him i would go, he was super excited. but now here i was, sweating from the heat caused from everyone dancing and jumping around.
before the chaos happened, i was a few shots down, just enough for me to be a bit tipsy. since everyone was pushing, shoving, and dancing, i quickly got separated from nick and chris. the club was packed since a famous dj was performing, i didn’t even know who he was anyway. but since it was so crowded i couldn’t even take my phone out and call nick. it was honestly super overwhelming. i push through the girls in skimpy dresses and the boys with unbuttoned shirts that were both glistening in sweat until i finally reached somewhere i could take out my phone. my sticky back pressed against the wall as i click call on nick’s contact. i waited for a few seconds before i was sent straight to voicemail. “great��� i huff, putting my phone back in my tiny purse. i walk over to the bar that had a mini sort of line. “what can i get you?” the bartender asked me with a gentle smile. “i’ll just get a beer.” i smile back as i hand her a $20 bill. “you can keep the change” i say before grabbing the beer from her. i clicked it open as i look around the room, trying to see a familiar face. it didn’t take me long before i saw matt standing awkwardly against a wall.
i knew matt hated loud club parties like this, i still can’t figure out why he even came. i push and squeeze my way towards the brunette boy who had his hair sticking against his forehead. “matt!” i say over the music as i finally got to him. “oh hey” he smirked a little bit. “i can’t find nick or chris, nick isn’t responding my calls.” i say, standing next to him. “i can’t find them either, can i get a sip?” he cocks his head towards the beer can in my hand. i hand him it and he basically drank almost everything. “matt!” i giggle while slapping his chest gently and grabbing the can back. he laughed it off as i take a small sip. the blue, purple, and black flashing lights were almost blinding me, my eyes squinting a little bit to manage my vision. “i wanna leave” i sigh softly, feeling his arm swing around my shoulders. “me too.” he mumbled before grabbing the beer again and drinking the rest of it. “dude! you owe me $20.” i pout while taking the now empty can and shaking it around to hear nothing. “i’ll pay you back soon sweetheart” matt smiled while looking down at me. the beer and the shots already started making its effect on me, moving me from being tipsy to drunk. i smile shyly at him before i drag my attention back to the large amount of people. i didn’t even know what i was looking for, my mind was blurry and my vision wasn’t the best too. “wanna dance?” i ask him while tossing the empty beer can in the trash. he nodded with another soft smirk. “im down.” he replied, grabbing my waist and gently. matt pulled the both of us into the sort of middle of the club.
it was a bit spacious so we could dance freely. i spun around and i got surprised when matt grabbed my hips. since my mind was still fuzzy and i had no clue what i was doing, i decided to start grinding my ass on him. i could hear him laugh faintly as i did so. i look over at him from over my shoulder and smiled gently. i turn back around and before i knew it, he closed the space between us by kissing me. i didn’t know how to react. i wouldn’t say he’s a bad kisser, but he’s my bestfriend’s brother. i place my hands slowly on his face and i kiss him back gently. he pulls away for a second before looking down in my eyes. i giggle at him before leaning up to kiss him again. matt ran his hands down my body and stopped on my ass. “matt” i mumble while pulling away. “what?” he smiled back at me. “can we go to the bathroom?” i say softly, but loud enough for him to hear me clearly. he nods rather eagerly before wrapping his arm around my shoulder to protect me as he pushed through the large groups of people. we got to the bathroom, which was gender neutral so that was perfect. as soon as matt closed the door he quickly placed his lips on mine again. my tongue grazed over his bottom lip lightly before he took my tongue into his mouth. we could still hear the faint music in the back but our heavy breathing masked over it. thankfully, the bathroom wasn’t disgustingly dirty, it was very clean surprisingly. his hands ran up and down my body while he struggled to find the zipper of my dress. “wait—we—are—gonna—do—this—here?” i ask in between kisses. he pulled back slowly. “would you rather do it in the car?” he asked while tilting his head to the side. “im good.” i giggle before i went back to kissing him. my body pushed against him and my hands guided his to my zipper. he eagerly pulled the zipper down and put my dress to my torso.
“so pretty.” he whispered while trailing soft kisses along my neck. i paw at his shirt that had the first two buttons already undone. he pushes me back against the bathroom sink that had a small counter. matt helped me take off my panties and he put the small article of clothing in his back pocket. he pushed the small zipper of his jeans down before he unbuttoned them. i watch him in awe as he pulled his jeans to his mid thigh. he grabs my hips and turns me around gently so im now looking at ourselves in the mirror. he slowly pulled down his boxers, i felt his tip slap my pussy lightly. he runs the tips of his fingers through my glistening core. i shiver to the feeling, making him giggle a bit. “all worked up already?” he taunted. i nod slightly, still watching him from the mirror. he aligned his tip with my entrance and easily slipped in. i whine a bit as i adjust to his size, he planted a small kiss on my shoulder as i did so. after another minute or so, he started to move his hips against my ass slowly. i til t my head back slightly so he could place his chin on my shoulder. matt’s tattooed arm wrapped around my waist so he could hold me in place. “look at you, taking your bestfriend’s brother so well.” he cooed in my ear as i clam around his cock tightly. my jaw goes slack to his slow but sharp thrusts. i moan out a small ‘fuck’ under my breath, my head falling forward in pleasure.
matt used his free hand and pulled my hair up in a makeshift ponytail, forcing myself to look up into the mirror. “want you to see yourself getting fucked.” he whispered softly, his arm wrapped around my waist moving down to toy with my clit. i let out a choked out moan as i felt him in my stomach basically. my eyes flutter shut to the overwhelming pleasure. his hips snapped harder against my ass now, my velvety walls squeezing around him perfectly like a glove. “mmh fuck” i whimper, my face contorted from how good he was making me feel. the brunette boy groaned softly in my ear as his tip kissed that sticky patch that sent me right over the edge. my knees buckle, struggling to keep me up from standing. his slender digits continued to toy with my sensitive bundle of nerves that made me whimper nonstop. the small bathroom filled with the sounds of my pussy suctioning his cock and my pathetic little squeaks, mixed with the faint loud music coming just from right outside. “doing so good f’me angel.” he moaned softly. “‘m close.” i whisper from under my breath as his pace starts to fastened. “you can last a little longer f’me, right baby?” he whispers into my ear, his lips grazing my earlobe slightly. i nod quickly, not really sure how much longer i could last.
“i need words princess” he groans quietly, making me let out another choked moan. “yes” i say breathlessly as he let go of my hair. “atta girl.” he hummed, both of his hands resting back on my hips. i saw him look down in awe at the recoil of my ass hitting his pelvis, just for him to start thrusting more sloppily into me. “mmhh can i cum? please—“ i beg as we make eye contact from the mirror. “hmm” he hummed gently, just to taunt me a bit more. “alrighttt, cum for me sweetheart.” he laughed cockily. my lower abdomen muscles tightened as the pit in my stomach quickly disappeared. i came on his cock but, he didn’t stop. my eyebrows knit together from the slight overstimulation i was receiving. “‘m almost there.” he grunted under his breath. before i knew it, he stopped his hips deep inside of me, painting my gummy walls white. he panted softly before pulled out, letting the mixture of our cum start oozing out of me. “i told you i would pay you back.” matt teased as he reached over to grab some toilet paper to clean me up. “didn’t expect you to pay me like this.” i laugh at him while i start to fix up my hair.
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bracelet
pairing: christopher sturniolo x reader
summary: a bracelet catches chris’s eye while you’re out shopping, and you decide to treat him :)
a/n: the bracelet i have in mind is the pythia one, if anyone was around in late 2022 i hope this takes you back a little
despite not being public yet, you and chris had decided to go out for a date in the morning in la.
when you woke up and got ready, you said your goodbyes to nick and matt and headed off.
you had agreed on visiting one shop in particular which you both really liked, so you parked in the nearest parking spot and headed out.
you and chris were both super happy to get to spend a day with each other, and if anyone were to question why it was just you two, you’d simply answer that nick and matt had other plans.
going through the shop together, you and chris each picked out things you liked, but something in particular caught chris’s eye - it was a silver bracelet with stars that had red gems in the middle.
chris picked up the bracelet in his hand, examining it well. the look on his face was something similar to what it looked like when he talked about something he was passionate about, and you knew he really wanted it.
“you like it?” you asked with a smile.
“yeah, it’s sick!” he responded.
“get it then.”
he turned the bracelet around in his hand and found the price tag, but as soon and he read the price, he seemed to replace the expression on his face with a frown.
“it’s so expensive.” he said in a whiney tone.
you looked over his hand and read the price for yourself. $100, and though it was not expensive, he explained to you that he didn’t want to spend much money right now because he was trying to save for something else. but you saw the look on his face. he had to have that bracelet.
so once you finished looking around the shop and decided on trying on some stuff, you suggested you’d go first.
you took your time making sure the things you picked out looked good and fit you well, and asked chris on his opinion, because you knew he loved when you helped each other out with your clothing styles.
and when you were done, it was his turn to try his things on - and this was your queue - before he got in, you told him you had seen something earlier and wanted to get it, letting him know you’d be gone for a few seconds.
as soon as he left your side, you hurried over to the little table where the shining bracelet was. you picked it gently, and made you way swiftly towards the cashier to purchase the bracelet on it’s own, just so he wouldn’t suspect a thing.
once you payed for the item, you made your way back to where chris was, reciprocating what he had done to you and giving him your view on the things he tried on.
soon enough, you two had payed for your things and left the shop. on your way back to the car, bags in hand, you had reached your hand to hold chris’s. as he opened his hand for you, you grabbed the bracelet from the pocket of your pants and gently placed it in his hands.
he looked down. it took him a second to realize what he was holding, but once he did he stopped walking.
he looked at you and took a step back, then with a smile on his face asked
“whyyyyy ? you know you didn’t have to!”
you could tell he was appreciative of the gesture by the look on his face, but you also knew he loved being the one to do things for others, not the other way round.
“because…” you replied, “you deserve it. so much, my love. plus, you look really fucking cute when you blush.”
his face reddened and he looked down before looking back up, the smile on his face now so much wider. he leaned his head on your shoulder, and pulled you in for a hug before whispering a soft ‘thank you’, his words muffled against your skin.
you helped him put the bracelet on, and continued walking to the car. the rest of the day, he was super smiley and kept offering you the prettiest smiles. not that he didn’t usually, it was just that these ones spoke volumes of the appreciation and love which he has for you, silently thanking you each time.
and you knew it wasn’t going to be long before he came back to you with a gift of his own, but you didn’t mind. he was happy and content with his new piece of jewelry, and he wore it everyday since, and as long as you knew that your boy was happy, nothing else mattered.
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she’s thunderstorms
luke castellan x reader (MDNI)
beautiful patterns on the window pane
summary: you and luke agreed to be friends with benefits, but that all changes for you after a climactic moment together. luke knew his feelings before this agreement, but yours are a sudden revelation.
word count: 4.2k
warnings: zeus!reader, talks about greek tragedies/violence, angst if you squint, smut MDNI! (warnings under the cut). clarisse x silena. reader wears a bikini. percabeth mentions. reader has long enough hair for two braids
author’s note: this is based off of this post i saw! also, this is my first time writing something creatively in a whopping FIVE years! so please be kind <3 this will be a small series that i have planned out, but i want to see how this is received before committing!
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smut warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do that), p in v, slight breeding kink maybe, praise, pet names. little bit of dom reader and sub luke but nothing too obvious
a forbidden child. gods and monsters alike all wanted you to pay for a life you didn’t even ask for. you had tried leaving camp occasionally, opting to try and live a somewhat normal life but it wasn’t possible as a child of the king of the gods. you always made your way back to camp half-blood, and back to the only place that feels like home.
this summer the heat is overwhelming. any day where you weren’t forced to teach combat or how to make friendship bracelets meant taking advantage of the empty beach that overlooked long island sound. your reprieve from the heat was typically spent with other campers. silena beauregard and clarisse la rue joined you today, and all three of you rested on towels underneath the bright sun.
“where’s luke?” clarisse asks, handing you a bowl of strawberries from the picnic basket you three had packed at lunch.
“oh, him and chris are stuck on dish duty,” silena explains with a shrug, not caring about the fact she’s to be blamed for their absences. “their cabin was a big mess this morning, and it was the nicest job i could give them. cabin nine is on stable duties right now. can’t have charlie thinking i’m soft on him. lee’s at an infirmary shift i think.”
“you are soft on him,” clarisse teases and silena scrunches her nose at her taller girlfriend. the latter shoves a strawberry into the former’s mouth with a laugh. “what? it’s no different than my friendship with chris, and i am not afraid to admit i’m soft on him. they're our exes.”
“y/n’s not soft on her exes, she’s only soft on her boy toy,” silena points out, and you lift your sunglasses to rest them on the top of your head. you narrow your eyes at the daughter of aphrodite.
“i don’t have any exes, and he is not my boy toy.”
“no, he’s just your best friend who you occasionally fuck and are completely in love with.”
“but you’re not denying that you have a soft spot for him?” silena smirks. of course, you are soft for luke castellan.
the son of hermes was the first person you met at camp and had been your best friend since you were fifteen. no matter how prideful you were, there was no chance of denying your loyalty to the boy who had been at your side for the last four years.
“it’s not like that,” you say to clarisse, ignoring silena’s question. “it’s strictly platonic. we have an agreement.”
“yeah, yeah, we know you don’t do relationships,” silena interjects, stating it as if it’s the biggest sin someone could commit. you suppose it may be to her; she was a favorite of her mother, and everything she did and said was full of love.
“no fighting, you two.”
“rich coming from you.”
“y/n!”
“what? i was joking!”
“it’s so funny,” clarisse deadpans, and the three of you begin to laugh. you put your empty bowl back into the picnic basket and pull your band tee off before pushing yourself up to stand.
“can we swim now?”
“give me a second,” the daughter of aphrodite says and takes your hand to stand. covering her swimsuit is a floor-length pink sundress that you’re certain was the reason she and clarisse happened to be late to the beach.
silena may have inherited desire from her mother, but clarisse inherited passion from her father. you never would have pinned clarisse to like fashion, but anytime silena wore a sundress it was bad news for anyone around them. once she sheds the dress, clarisse grabs her hand and runs towards the water. you trail behind them, enjoying the sight of two of your closest friends' love for each other.
truth be told, you did envy them to some extent. the average demigod's lifespan was already short, and yours was even shorter. making it to nineteen was a miracle in and of itself.
it didn’t seem fair to rope someone else into a romantic greek tragedy. you would only do it if you were the one left behind. but as a forbidden child, that was and will never be an option. you are the eurydice, the hyacinthus, the daphne, and the achilles. in every version of your story, death would be your only option. grief would be a privilege.
by the time the boys finished their chores, they came into view with a few stragglers behind them. “oh, great. i thought the point of beach days was that they were childless.”
“who even is it?” you ask after silena splashes clarisse for her comments.
“looks like that fucking new kid.”
“you stay away from him, clar.”
“no promises, love.”
“oh, are you talking about percy jackson?”
“yeah, he failed his cabin inspection too,” silena answers you. if you had a soft spot for anyone, it would undoubtedly be the only other forbidden child at camp (sans your pine tree sister). luke spent a lot of time training percy, and you spent a lot of time voicing your experiences and frustrations with each other.
“he’s the only one in his cabin.”
“so is y/n, and she hardly ever makes it in the top five,” silena points out and you splash her. the boys set down their stuff, and you notice percy getting pushed by another girl. you make your way onto the shore as percy sprints past you with annabeth right on his heels.
“hey, stormy,” luke greets you. you swat at his hand which tries to touch your hip and push him away from you with a laugh. he gets his hands back on you and pulls your back flush against his chest. his hand snakes around to rest on the lower part of your belly. “can you blame me for wanting to get my hands on you when you look this good?”
“luke!” you chastised. before summer started, you both had snuck out of camp to go shopping with the money your mom had sent you. when you tried on the royal blue bikini, luke’s jaw had gone slack and you knew you had to buy it. he looks at you with a smirk once you spin around, and you stand on the tip of your toes to whisper in his ear. “you can do that later.”
“gods,” he mumbles and watches as you run back into the water. you cup a handful of water and throw it at percy who retaliates by sending a wave of water down on top of you.
luke feels like he can’t breathe when he sees you laugh and squeeze the water out of your soaking braids. he watches your hands and feels his heartbeat race as he sees you adjust the bottoms of your swimsuit.
“stop staring,” lee fletcher nudges him with a smile, and chris nods from beside him. the boys relentlessly tease luke at every chance they get. they knew to keep the information about you and luke to themselves but he was a loudmouth. he had trouble keeping it in when you were such a beautiful person to love on.
“i need to go help lena with clarisse before she tries to kill percy,” chris groans and runs into the water when percy accidentally splashes her in the process of trying to get annabeth. beckendorf follows him to help, but silena successfully stops clarisse’s anger with a kiss. luke wishes he could be so open with his affection for you.
he pulls his shirt off and sets it down beside yours. he catches your smile when he begins his descent into the water, and your eyes dip down to his v-line that pokes out from his swimming trunks. gods, he is going to kill you someday.
“y/n,” annabeth drags out your name and tugs on your arm, “play chicken with me and percy, please?”
“sure, you want castellan in on it?”
“luke,” she calls out and wades over to him. he smiles at her and tries to shake his head, but the young girl tugs him over until you are face to face with his pout.
“this feels unfair, stormy. why did you say yes?”
“just bend down,” you instruct and he blushes. he would be lying if he said he doesn’t love when you order him around.
“yes, ma’am.”
you push yourself up onto the lithe boy’s shoulders, just as a wave pulls annabeth out of the water and onto percy’s shoulders. she squeals in surprise, and he latches onto her hands to keep her balanced. you smile at the two, and look over at silena who sends you a silent message: percy is trying to impress annabeth. he likes her, and you know the daughter of athena well enough to recognize those feelings are returned.
annabeth calls your name, and you find yourself tugging and pushing against her to try and knock her off of her perch. luke’s grip on your thighs is distracting, especially as you feel him move his hands higher up at each opportunity. your heart speeds up in your chest and you can’t tell if it’s from the hands teasing the flesh on your legs or from the excitement of pushing the girl into the water.
percy groans and dips under the water to find her, while you and luke cheer. you try to coax him to look up at you but fail to move his head and feel a sharp, pleasurable pain on your thigh. you smack his chest, and he looks up at you with a wide grin. your heart drops to your stomach when you see the deep red mark presenting itself on your thigh. you splash water at his face when you hop down from his shoulders and he winces. “did you fucking bite me?”
“that,” he pauses and pulls you flush against him, “is payback for annabeth wanting me to go to the infirmary last week for the hickeys you left.”
“oh.”
it wasn’t very often that luke was able to make a mess of you in public. usually, you force him to keep it behind closed doors. he stares down at you with a smirk, enjoying the pink dusting your cheeks.
he spins you and wraps his arms around you from behind. you were familiar with this dangerous dance of his, one that he does when he wants you. “it would be a shame if a storm were to ruin our beach day, and we had to go back to your cabin.”
“a shame indeed,” you agree, and feel a tug in your stomach as you hold your hand towards a faraway point of the rocky shore. lightning strikes down, and a scream comes from percy as rain clouds begin forming overhead. annabeth laughs at her boy’s antics and runs with him as he tries to get to the shore as fast as possible. “you’re going to have to work a little harder than that to get what you want.”
“y/n, luke! come on!” silena calls and luke whines as you push off of him. he watches as you saunter out of the water, one hand behind you as you wield more storm clouds into camp. he slowly follows you and dies when you pull your tee shirt over your head. your ass pokes out from the bottom of the arctic monkeys shirt he had gotten with a five-finger discount at a concert you had snuck into. he would do anything you want right now if you were alone on this beach.
you turn around and toss him your towel, which blinds him as it lands directly on his face. you and percy laugh together, and luke just stands in defeat until he feels the fabric fall off his face. you move and stop yourself in front of him to wrap the towel around his neck as if it’s a cape. the smile on your face as you dry off his shoulders and chest makes him fully believe you were made for him. he says a silent prayer to zeus. he finds himself praying to your father more than ever. only the king of the gods could bring such an ethereal being to life. he’s sure that you were more divine than human.
“you like this, don’t you?” you ask. luke leans his face into your hands as you dry his hair off.
“hmm?”
“me taking care of you,” you add, causing him to blush. he takes the towel from you and covers his face again. “nothing to be embarrassed about, pretty boy. you know i like it, too.”
“stormy,” he groans and you rip the towel off his face.
“c’mon guys, we need to get back to our cabins before the storm starts,” lee ushers everyone off the shore.
“it just came out of nowhere,” percy pouts, saddened by the rain ruining his swimming.
“yeah, super weird, perce,” silena agrees and narrows her eyes at you. you tug luke with you as you run off into the tree line with him. far enough away from both the beach and the cabins is when you find yourself pushing luke against the trunk of a tree. he smiles down at you, his cheeks red, and he reminds you vividly of the first time you decided to sleep together.
bruises litter his skin as you kiss a path up his chest back to his neck. his hands grip your thighs and you let out quiet sighs when he squeezes them ever so slightly. you sit up, your core resting lightly on him, and grind down on him. his eyes close at the movement and he lets out a low groan, his grip becoming tighter. it feels more intimate than anything you have done. your best friend squirms underneath you, and you feel a love and desire unlike any before.
you cup his cheeks and instruct him to open his eyes. he looks at you with heavy lids, and a heavy, warm feeling erupts in your chest. his cheeks are flushed, and he has a small content smile on his face. you feel like the most important person in the world; you feel like more than just a daughter.
you dip down and kiss him hard, a moan surprising the both of you from the back of his throat. you roll your hips against his again and open your mouth in surprise at how hard he is. his head falls back against your pillow, and you begin to kiss along his jaw, “is this okay?”
“yeah, that’s — that’s okay, y/n,” he speaks through gasps and you smile against his skin. he feels your teeth against his adam’s apple and murmurs your name again. “please, keep going. don’t stop.”
luke’s mouth on yours brings you out of your reverie. his hands toy with the end of your shirt, and he slips his tongue into your mouth when you gasp. his fingertips trace lightly over your core on your bikini bottoms, and your hands grip his arms tightly. you can hear your friends closing in from a distance. “we can’t be doing this here, luke.”
“i want you,” he whines when you circle his wrist with your fingers to pull it away. you let go and walk backwards in the direction of the camp with him walking slowly towards you, like a predator to prey.
“come get me then,” you tell him and turn to sprint towards your cabin. he has an advantage in sword fighting, but you will always be faster than him. he gains ground on you with his long legs, but you run into your cabin before him. his chest heaves by the time you let him lay you down on the bed.
luke likes you in control of him, teasing and teaching him where you like to be touched. he enjoys you teaching him new things about himself, where he’s most sensitive, and what makes him cum fastest. he loves when you relinquish control once in a while and you let him divulge and enjoy every part of your body that he can.
what luke castellan enjoys most is when your body shakes as he eats you out. he knows you love it, too, by the eagerness with which you allow the bottoms of your bikini to be removed.
he applies light pressure to your clit with his tongue and pushes your hips down to prevent you from squirming away from him. fervent moans leave your body, and your thighs squeeze his head. the way his tongue quickly switches from kitten licks to lapping makes your head spin until his name comes out like a mantra, like a prayer. luke, luke, luke. you’re tempted to give gratitude to the gods for blessing you with such a lover.
when he kisses you, you wrap your legs around his waist and rake your fingers through his hair. he pulls away and nuzzles his face into your neck. you wrap your arms around him, in a tight hug, and a contented sigh leaves his lips. he enjoys moments where you let him love you too.
his feelings remain unknown to you, but each time he finds himself touching you, tasting you, and feeling you around him is reason enough to enjoy your friendship as it is. although, truly, he feels this is something that even friends don’t do. you confirm his suspicions when you manage to flip him and remove his swim trunks. no friend that he knows of could ever touch him so easily, get him to breathe so heavily, and make him nearly cum with just a few strokes.
“leave your shirt on,” he breathes out, his breathing heavy from you guiding him inside you. he fills you completely, and a sigh escapes your lips. your eyes meet each other and luke believes you look like royalty with the soft glow of the sunset in the background creating a halo around your head. your hair is in two braids — something he was sure clarisse did for you — and he toys with the ends, trying to steady his breathing as you remain reluctant to move.
“why?”
“truthfully, you look stunning in nothing but that shirt?”
“this shirt?” you laugh, and he groans as he feels you tighten around him. his head falls back against his pillow, and you move your hips in slow, languid circles against him.
it’s hard to keep serious, to act like he doesn’t press against your walls in the most perfect ways. like he doesn’t make you feel better than any person before him. you rest a hand on the nape of his neck and push lightly so he is forced to look at you. you try to remain calm, despite the building pressure. “clarisse always goes crazy when silena wears sundresses. you feel that way with these shirts?”
“yes,” he sighs. you often find yourself being asked to keep the band tees on during sex that he has stolen for you. luke can’t explain it, there’s just something so electric about something he has gotten you adorning your body. the bands, and the music, brought you much passion and you when you were passionate was something that drove him up a wall.
he couldn’t deny that your frame adored by the graphic band tees was something he thought about while fucking his fist when he failed to have you. now that he has you, he tries his best to share what turns him on the most. “you look like royalty.”
“i am,” you retort, and increase the pace of your hips. you groan and lean down to rest your forearms on either side of his head. he looks at you, eyes full of bliss, and he sits up enough to smash your lips together. you moan into his mouth, struggling to keep your wits when it feels so good. “what do you want, pretty boy?”
luke takes a second to comprehend your question. he’s whimpering and gripping your sides hard enough to leave bruises. sometimes you wonder if you are made for each other when he fucks you this well. he tries to take a deep breath, but his breath comes out in shutters. “can i mark you up?”
“f-fuck, yeah,” you mutter, and he sits up, his confidence increasing from the stutter in your words. he wraps his arms around your back, pulling you tight against him. he nibbles at your neck, running his tongue over the marks to soothe them. you are sure you have reached elysium; his teeth on your neck, and his hands guiding your hips as you rock against him. “luke?”
this is the most control you have ever granted him. he relishes the opportunity to make you fall apart and wonders why it all suddenly feels so different as you struggle to keep up your pace. on the other hand, you found yourself experiencing similar thoughts. you are more relaxed this time, more comfortable with allowing him to do whatever he wants with your body. it’s true intimacy, you finally allow yourself to relinquish what led you to sex in the first place: control.
“yeah?”
“i-i want, um, i want,” you pause, taking in a gasp of air. he feels so good, so godly. you feel pathetic but fail to care. you know luke would never use this vulnerability against you. it’s hard to focus when he fills you so perfectly to the point where you are nearly knocked over the edge.
“what do you want, princess?” he asks, and you blush at the near-pornographic moan that leaves your throat. you rest your forehead on his shoulder, trying to hide your flushed cheeks. he reaches between your sweaty bodies and begins to rub harsh circles on your clit, causing a high-pitched whine to leave your throat. “c’mon, princess, you're doing so good. tell me what you want.”
“fuck,” you cry, biting down on his shoulder to prevent another loud moan from escaping your mouth. he groans and quickened his pace on your clit, causing another string of whimpers to leave you. you are entirely sure that you have never remained on edge for so long. you want to scream, to shout his name to anyone who will hear. you don’t even care if the whole camp hears. the praises, the nicknames, it’s all so new and so invigorating.
“please, talk to me.”
“i’m so close.”
“me too, baby. where do you want me to finish?”
“luke,” your voice comes out as a whine again, “cum in me.”
few words escape either of you, they are replaced with lewd sounds loud enough to only increase your arousal. he channels his unraveling with fast, rough movements on your clit, and with his mouth sucking on your neck.
you cum first, squeezing him within an inch of his life. he removes his fingers from your core, and places them on your hips, lifting and slamming you down on his cock. you nearly scream, the feeling so overstimulating after two orgasms.
when he finally cums in you with a groan, you clench around him, milking every last drop you can get. when you first slept together (and every consecutive time following), you felt embarrassed at the idea of him cumming inside of you being so hot.
he assures you each time that he feels the same, but you never have the confidence to let it happen. now you couldn’t care less at the idea as he collapses onto his back with you falling on his chest.
both of you are unsure of how long you lay there, but it’s long enough for him to soften inside of you. every movement leaves you whimpering, so spent from the activities of the day. he holds you tight, and you trace shapes and letters on his chest as he tries to guess them.
when he finally falls asleep, you pull yourself off him and admire the soft, kind boy beside you. you trace the scar on his face, and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. he doesn’t so much as stir in his sleep, and you catch yourself tracing three letters on his chest: I, L, Y.
luke is clueless of this as he sleeps, which you thank the gods for. love was never something you thought you would experience, but this surely had to be it, right? this was something so spectacular and ground shaking to you.
there were parts of yourself that he knew of that you would never tell anyone. you were fucked, you knew this the first time he made you cum. all of that pent up tension was more than sexual frustration, it was desire and blooming feelings you tried to hide from the moment you met him.
no one matches the feeling in your chest when he smiles. no one matches the butterflies in your belly when he pays you attention. no one ever has and ever will receive the same love you give luke, and maybe this is the moment where you finally will accept that it’s okay to love the son of hermes.
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Spoiled rotten.
boyfriend!Chris! + spoiled!black fem gf
Prompt: in which in all ur relationships prior to Chris, they’ve never treated you right or made you feel appreciated, as ur bestfriend, he couldn’t stand that anymore he made a move and he changes all that for you, and better. He spoils you Rotten.
Part 9
Contains: lots of kissing, hella money spent, fast/rough fingering in the car, recently established relationship ( like 4ish months ), fem!oral, modeling all the new things he bought you turns into👀, overstimulation, Chris has his drivers license in this, fluff towards the end
Chris and I had been together for around 4 months and I swear he’s the best boyfriend I could’ve ever asked for.
Prior to him I had been treated like shit, guys not taking me out, name calling never getting flowers just bare minimum. And Chris hated seeing that so he confessed his feelings which were mutual too mine and we’ve been together ever since.
Chris is the youngest of the sturniolo triplets who are all my bestfriends, they’ve made a lot of progress and money on YouTube and I’m so proud of them. I told Chris not to spend any of his money on me but that didn’t end well.
Ever since we’ve started dating he’d taken me to the nicest restaurants in LA, always buying me flowers randomly not just special dates, always buying me things ( not that I’ve asked ), and just treating me like a princess.
I’ve loved every second of it, and it’s not even just that, whenever we have sex I don’t feel like shit after, he takes care of me, treats me good and praises me.
Today Chris insisted on taking me on a shopping spree because I’ve had a really rough week with modeling and mentally just been exhausted even when I told he didn’t have to but he wanted to do it for me.
“babyyy you ready?” Chris calls from upstairs
I walk out of our shared room wearing a long fitted grey skims body-con dress hugging my curves really showing off my figure, along with my new different shades of cream coloured Jordan’s that Chris and I have too match and my new 30 inch bussdown that I had installed last week he insisted on paying for even though I told him I got it.
Chris licked his lips hungrily as I walked down the stairs and approached him immediately gravitating his hands to my waist.
“God princess ur so fucking pretty yk that?” He placed a kiss on my lips and I smiled widely at his compliment.
“Thank you baby.” I chuckle and smile at the way he’s looking at me.
“Like- really good- like “we might not make it too the mall” good.” Chris pressed himself into me already feeling his dick pressed against my thigh.
“Chrisss, come on you said I get too go shopping.” I teased walking towards the car and he smacks my ass and I shriek letting a chuckle slip from his lips.
“Ur a freak.” I giggle as he opened the door for me and I got in.
“Don’t act like you don’t love it, I’m tempted to do something to you right now ma.” He smirked climbing in the car beginning to drive.
The drive was pretty smooth but always LA traffic hits and Chris’s hand had slowly been creeping up my thigh and it had me soaked, the way his hands felt through the thin fabric made me desperate for his fingers.
I began to shift in my seat anxiously waiting to see if he’d notice this.
he chuckled immediately sliding my dress up carefully pressing his middle and ring finger to my panties already feeling how soaked they were with arousal.
“already so fucking wet.” He mutters and I spread my legs giving him easier access and he clearly liked that.
“Such a good girl.” Chris smiled as I slid my panties off and his fingers get to work at my needy core.
I moaned softly feeling him circle my clit as I shuddered biting my lip waiting for him to move faster.
“don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good I promise.” He kissed me again deeply as we were in traffic allowing this too distract as he inserted his fingers into my pussy immediately closing around him.
“fuckk chris.” I moan out softly rolling my eyes back as I tried to make sure none of my wetness dripped on his seat.
He sighed and laughed a bit when he noticed.
“relax princess I want it on my seat, ur the only one allowed in this seat.” He pressed a kiss to my ear as he says this still knuckles deep inside me hitting my g-spot repeatedly now making me cry out.
“can’t wait till you cum all over my fingers so I can taste you.” He said almost in a growl like tone as a moan slipped from my glossy lips not letting up his fingers perfectly going against my walls.
“shit-“ I groan throwing my head on the seats when he curved his fingers into my pussy more desperate to make me cum quicker then normal.
“fuck Chris!” I yelp gripping onto the console of the car and he grabs my hand placing a kiss too it sending warmth too the rest of my body.
“your almost there pretty girl just hold my hand yeah?”Chris placed a loving kiss on my cheek and I nodded holding his hand loving how the tattood initials of my name in cursive rested on the middle finger.
“Mmph Fuckk I’m cumming!” And with that alone and his every dirty word made me squirt all over his fingers letting it drip out onto my seat letting me catch my breath.
“Lift up for me baby.” He said softly placing a pink towel down for me and wiping off the seat with cleaning wipes before sitting me back down fixing my dress.
“Fuck you now my legs are sore-“ I roll my eyes playfully he chuckles pulling into the mall parking lot.
“Well lucky for you, we are here, ready to get spoiled rotten sweetheart? Because that’s exactly what im gonna do.”
I sighed giving a smile and nod as he held my hand and we walked into the mall
Chris was not fucking kidding
whenever I touched something in each store he would put it in the cart and buy it which resulted in WELL over 5000 spent on me which he didn’t have to do but hell I’m never turning down free shit from this man.
We went too Victoria secret, prada, footlocker and dior. He kept reassuring me.
“go ahead baby whatever you want it’s yours”
“Don’t worry about me this is all for you princess you deserve it”
“Can’t wait to see how pretty my girl looks in all these clothes”
It was honestly bringing tears to my eyes from how sweet and thoughtful he was.
Eventuallyyy we did make it back to the house carrying allll the bags in upstairs too our shared bedroom.
Chris sat eagerly on the bed as he could not wait to see me try on these clothes, specifically the lingerie.
now I’d never worn lingerie for anyone before but I wanted to give it a try and Chris convinced me so I bought a few ( 21 ) sets.
I was now in our bathroom slipping on one of the sets that I really liked
it was a one piece thong body suit and it hugged my curves which I really liked and pushed my tits up a bit and I felt like it was definitely a lot and I was nervous to show him.
Nonetheless I sucked in a breath and opened the bathroom door meeting a very shocked and turned on Chris.
his eyes wandered my body as I smiled giving him a small spin he lets out a faint “fuck” and I felt wetness immediately shoot to my core.
“Do you like it? I was a little nervous that-“ I was cut off by Chris’s hands on my waist kissing my lips.
“Of course I like it, you look fucking perfect you have such a beautiful body baby.” He says softly with those blue predator eyes as I drowned in them.
Chris’s eyes wandered towards my thighs biting his bottom lip slightly making me flush inside a bit since I’d always been told my thighs were too big.
“What’s wrong mama? There’s nothing wrong with ur thighs, I was just thinking- well picturing what it’d be like to have my head buried between them.”
my pussy throbs when Chris says this, his breath lingering on my neck and I gulp.
“You don’t wanna see the other sets?” I manage to get out no matter how badly his words flustered me and he smirked grabbing me by the back of my thigh setting me on our soft bed.
“mmm maybe in a bit.” He chuckles slowing pulling down the thin material letting it slide all the way past my ankles leaving me bare for him.
“shit- ur so pretty like this ma.” Chris said kissing my lips again allowing our tongues to meet moaning sloppily into each others mouths.
I didn’t even realize his fingers beginning too play with my wetness and I began to close my legs.
“Aw baby don’t hide from me, I’ll make you feel like a fucking princess I promise.” He says positioning my hands on my legs pulling them back as if we were doing missionary but that wasn’t the case he was about to fuck my shit up
Chris licked his lips hungrily waiting to taste me.
“ur pussys so pretty a shame nobody treated you right.” He says softly before his tongue presses against my clit and I whimper in response, his plump lips wrap around my clit and begin to suck as if it’s a suction cup and I moan out loudly.
“Oh shit chris!” I cry out throwing my head back as he laps up my pussy like it’s his last meal.
“fuck fuck fuckkk!” I curse out when he shakes his head allowing his nose to brush against my bud making me squeal at the way he’s eating me out, it felt so good.
Chris’s tongues plunges inside my hole occasionally making my legs nearly tremble down.
“Mmm taste so fucking good”- his hot breath on my sensitive cunt makes it pulsate and I moan out at his words crying out making sure my legs are spread enough for him.
“Chris o-oh god”- i whimper my legs begin to shake already since I’ve never felt this much pleasure at once, I only imagine what his cock would feel like.
“fuck mama your gonna cum- cum for me want it all over my face. He hand rubbing my clit before lapping again and I shudder under his touch.
“Fuck Chris I’m cumming I’m cumming!” I scream loudly curling my toes as I cream all over his face and he doesn’t stop.
“Fuck princess- squeeze ur thighs around my head yeah?” He groans and I set my legs on the bed and close them in on his head and he moans into my swollen pussy licking and sucking every last drop of my orgasm.
“Shit shit Chris I’m-I’m gonna cum again-“ I cry out and his pace doesn’t slow as he moves his head once again allowing his nose to hit that sensitive bud again feeling my stomach knot burst again almost too quickly squirting on him my legs trembling around his head.
Chris pulls away, a string of his split and my cum leaving his lips.
“god I could eat you out for hours if you let me.” He smiles and I look at him mirroring his face.
“Told you I’d make you feel like a princess.” Chris says leaning in too kiss my lips softly.
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Can you do one when you talked to a guy and he was flirting (at a party btw). So matt becomes rlly angry and the whole ride home u guys were fighting. When u arrived home you went upstairs changed into smth like rlly showy (as pj's) and it turned on matt. Then y'all took it to the bed. (I wrote you as in y/n)
based on this request ^^
possessive - matt sturniolo
SMUTTY AF!!! dom!matt and sub!reader. choking, tying up, degrading, the whole nine.
“Come onnnn, we’re gonna be late!” Matt groans from the kitchen.
“Sorry, coming!” I call back as I spray some perfume on before walking to meet him. “Ready!”
“Great, let’s go,” he huffs, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
We’re going to one of the fancy LA influencer events that the triplets get invited to, which I also get invited to by association. Chris and Nick had been hanging out with friends all day so we’re meeting them there, and I may have made us leave a little later than we planned on.
“You know how long it takes you to get ready, so you should start getting ready with enough time so we can actually leave on time,” he tells me after a few minutes of silence in the car.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” I apologize. “But we’re not thattttt late, and it’s a party! Nobody shows up on time.”
He waves a hand at me as if to say forget about it. “It’s fine,” he says. “You look beautiful anyway, so being late is worth it if I get to stare at you looking like this all night.”
I roll my eyes and smile. “You look pretty good too. Maybe we should just turn around and skip the whole thing and have a party by ourselves.”
“Oh don’t tempt me,” he smirks. “I don’t even wanna go to this thing anyway.”
“I know you don’t,” I pat his thigh for some comfort. “Let’s just spend like, an hour there, and if we wanna leave I can say I don’t feel good or something.”
When we arrive, he immediately grabs my hand without a word and makes a beeline towards Chris and Nick.
“Fucking finally!” Chris says, throwing his hands up. “We were placing bets on if you guys were gonna show face at all.”
“I made us late, but we’re here now!” I try to take the attention off of our lack of punctuality. “I’m gonna get a drink, you guys want anything?”
“Nick and I are good,” Chris holds his Pepsi can up.
“Matt?”
“I’m okay baby, thank you,” he smiles and gives me a quick peck before I head to the bar.
“Vodka cran, please,” I tell the bartender, then open Instagram to pass the time as he gets my drink.
“Vodka cran is your drink of choice, huh?” a voice next to me says. I look up and see a brunette with green eyes leaning next to me. He looks familiar and has an incredibly friendly smile. Probably an influencer, but I just can’t place him.
“Oh, yeah,” I smile. “Always has been. It disguises the vodka taste pretty well.”
“Yeah, I always just stick with beers. I can’t stand hard liquor, it’s awful.”
“Me too. I’m such a pussy when it comes to alcohol. If it’s too strong I just won’t drink it,” I tell him. The bartender puts my drink in front of me and I pull out my card to pay as I thank him, but am stopped by this man (whose name I do not know) as he pulls his own card out.
“Let me buy you this one,” he smiles and winks. He’s clearly flirting, and I obviously have no intention of doing anything, but why would I turn down a free drink?
“Wow, thank you!” I say. “That’s very nice, I appreciate it.”
“No worries. Do you wanna–”
“No, she doesn’t wanna. Thanks man,” he’s cut off by Matt, who had put his hand on my waist before I even realized he was behind me. I look up at his face. He looks pissed.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you had a boyfriend,” the guy says. “Um… I already paid so… don’t worry about it… but…” he walks away awkwardly without finishing his sentence.
“Free drink! Score!” I smile at Matt and hold up my cup.
He doesn’t smile back. “Mhm.”
My face drops. Okay, clearly he doesn’t find the situation very amusing. “Matt, come on, I wasn’t gonna do anything. We had barely made any conversation before he offered to buy it for me.”
“He was clearly flirting with you. Why were you even entertaining him?” he asks.
“I wasn’t entertaining him! I said two sentences to him, got my drink, and he pulled out his card before I said anything else. What was I supposed to say, ‘no, don’t buy me a drink, I have a boyfriend’?”
“Yes!!!” he shouts before walking back to the booth Chris and Nick were sitting in.
I follow him, not sure if I should give up or try to prove myself more. I choose the latter.
“Okay, first of all don’t yell at me. Second, all he did was buy me a drink. It’s not like he tried to kiss me or anything, he was just being nice!” I retort.
“He was not just being nice,” he says as he sits back down. “Guys never buy girls drinks just to be nice. He was trying to get in your pants.”
“Okay, well so what? If he started doing anything weird or outwardly flirtatious I would have left the situation immediately. I don’t think it’s a crime to accept a free drink,” I tell him, sitting next to him.
He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, like he’s trying to calm himself down. “It’s not about the drink. It’s just about respect. You don’t accept a drink from a guy when you have a fucking boyfriend.”
I sit for a moment, thinking about my next words. I still don’t think I did anything wrong, but I don’t want to keep fighting, so I back down. “Okay,” I say softly. “I’m sorry.”
He looks at me blankly. “Do you know what you’re sorry for? Or are you just saying that?”
Damn, he knows me too well.
I don’t say anything.
“Yeah, exactly,” he scoffs. We both sit in awkward silence for a couple minutes, neither of us being in any mood to talk to people, until I bite the bullet and speak.
“Do you wanna go home?”
He rolls his eyes and gets up. I look at him, unsure of what he’s doing, until he says, “Are you just gonna sit there or are we gonna go?”
I follow him to the car, and we sit in even more awkward silence. I don’t want to piss him off even more, so I say nothing.
“You know, it’s not even about the drink anymore,” he starts. “It’s about the fact that you don’t even know what you did was wrong.”
“Because I don’t think it was wrong,” I say calmly. “I was never going to reciprocate any flirting or do anything to show I was interested. All I did was accept the drink.”
He grips the wheel in frustration as we pull into the garage. “Whatever. I’m done arguing about this. It’s just ridiculous that you can’t see where I’m coming from.”
“I can see where you’re coming from,” I tell him. “I just think you’re being a little too jealous and possessive for this situation.”
He looks at me as he turns the car off. “You wanna see possessive? Go inside and get on the bed.”
“What?” I ask. His whole demeanor just changed. He was pissed before, but now he’s like… primal. Talking through gritted teeth. His neck veins bulging. It’s kinda hot…
“Do you need me to repeat myself? Go inside. And get. On. The. Bed.”
Oh shit. He’s got some crazy animalistic thing going on. And I don’t know why, but I’m incredibly turned on. So I listen.
I get out of the car, go inside, and sit on his bed. He comes in shortly after, taking off his belt without breaking eye contact with me.
My heart is racing, but I keep staring at him.
“You have no idea how possessive I can be,” he tells me, leaning onto the bed with both hands on either side of me. Our faces are inches apart. “You may not know what you’re supposed to be sorry for, but you’re gonna apologize to me in the way I want. Got it?”
I nod, and he grabs my jaw. “Words.”
“Yes. Got it.”
He stands up and removes his shirt from the back of his collar with his tattooed arm, then leans back over me and slowly pushes me back onto the bed with his hand around my neck. “What do you have to say to me?” he says deeply.
“I’m sorry…” I whisper, debating on whether or not I should continue my sentence with the word I know will drive him crazy. I go for it anyway. “Daddy.”
His eyes darken and he kisses me harshly, not giving me any warning before his tongue slips into my mouth. I’m completely at his disposal, and I need more.
“You’re gonna show me how sorry you are, yeah?” he speaks into my mouth as he reaches into his now unzipped pants and his black briefs and pulls out his dick. I look down for just long enough to see how hard he is, as red as ever and making his hand wet as he rubs his tip. I know what he wants from me, and who am I to deny him of that? I usually would be a brat, but I guess I’ve been a brat enough for him tonight.
I sit up and softly take him in my hand, running my thumb over his slit and looking up at him through my eyelashes. He groans under his breath. “Come on baby, don’t tease.”
At that, I wrap my lips around him and begin to bob my head, swirling my tongue and licking up and down. He responds by taking my hair into a ponytail in his hand, looking down at me with furrowed brows and his mouth slightly open. “That’s it,” he moans. “Take daddy’s cock just like that.”
I push myself deeper and grip his thigh for support. His hips are bucking and he’s hitting the back of my throat. I’m fully expecting for him to cum in my mouth until he pulls out and flips me over onto my stomach without warning.
“Hands behind your back,” he says, and I immediately oblige, laying my wrists on top of each other near my lower back. He uses the belt that he was wearing earlier in the night to tie my hands together, then he lifts my hips up to meet his own and lets my dress fall forward so that my bottom half is accessible for him.
I whine as I feel his tip run over my soaked thong, and then wince as he gives me a harsh slap. “You were a bad girl tonight, you know that?” he says as he pulls my underwear off and tosses them.
“I know, I’m sorry,” I apologize. “Please fuck me.”
“Shut up,” he says, but he’s clearly just as eager – he pushes into me quickly, giving me a few seconds to adjust before he begins thrusting hard.
“FUCK,” I shout as the mix of pain and pleasure washes over me.
“Mmmm, yeah baby?” he grips my hips and pounds into me, the sound of our skin slapping overtaking the whole room. “You like being punished?”
“Uh huh,” I’m incapable of saying anything else. My orgasm is already approaching and I push my head into the bed for some sense of control as I feel my body start to fall apart.
“That’s it princess, keep clenching around my cock like that,” he says, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper. He reaches his hand around my neck and lifts me up so my back is pressed against his chest; his mouth is right next to my ear, and it’s heavenly.
“Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” I whimper.
He groans in response and chokes me tighter as I clench around him. “Fuckkkkk, that’s so good.” He repeats a string of curses, his dick twitching inside me before I feel him releasing and his thrusts get slower and softer.
We stay there for a moment regaining ourselves, then he undoes the belt on my wrists and pulls out of me. I collapse on the bed, too out of it to even notice him coming back with a wet towel to clean me up.
He lays next to me and kisses my temple.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask, turning my head to look at him. “I really am sorry.”
He shakes his head. “I was over it halfway through the drive home. Just fun to fuck the anger out, right?”
I smirk and nod my head. “So if I get another free drink from a guy, it’s fine?” I tease.
His face drops. “Don’t push it.”
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‘I wanted to be seen as the greatest actor of all time. Then I realised that was nonsense’: Michael Sheen on pride, parenting and paying it forward
He’s the feted star who cracked Hollywood, but it was only when he swapped LA for his home town in Wales that he was able to do his most meaningful work yet
By Simon Hattenstone
Michael Sheen has been fabulous in so many TV dramas and movies, it’s hard to know where to start. But perhaps his most memorable appearance came earlier this year in a TV show that didn’t require him to do any acting at all. The Assembly was a Q&A session in which he took questions from a group of young neurodiverse people. Sheen didn’t have a clue what would be asked, and no subject was off limits. It made for life-affirming telly. The 55-year-old Welsh actor was so natural, warm and encouraging as he answered a series of nosy, surprising and inspired questions. I watched it thinking what a brilliant community worker Sheen would be. And, in a way, that’s what he has become in recent years.
“The Assembly’s had more response than anything else I’ve ever done,” Sheen tells me. “Almost every day someone will come up to me and mention it, particularly people who have children with autism. They say it was just so lovely to see something where the interviewers were empowered. I had a fantastic time.” He replays some of his favourite moments: the young man Leo who took an age to start talking, and then delivered the most beautifully phrased question about the influence of Dylan Thomas on Sheen’s life; the woman who asked what it was like to be married to a woman only five years older than his daughter; and the question that came at the end: “What’s your name, again?” He smiles: “And Harry with the trilby on. Just the nicest man ever.” You came across as an incredibly nice man, too, I say. “Aw well, it’s hard not to be when you’re among all those amazing people, innit.”
Today we meet in London, ostensibly to talk about A Very Royal Scandal, a gripping mini-series about Prince Andrew’s infamous Newsnight interview with Emily Maitlis – the disastrous attempt to defend his honour that sealed his fall from grace. But we don’t get to the show till it’s almost going home time. Sheen’s too busy discussing all the other stuff that matters to him, away from business.
Six years ago, he swapped life in Los Angeles for Port Talbot, the steel town where he grew up. These days he calls himself a not-for-profit actor – a term he happily admits he’s invented. “It means that I try to use as much of the money I earn as I can to go towards developing projects and supporting various things. Having had some experiences of not-for-profit organisations and social enterprises, I realised that’s what I want to do with my business. And my business is me.” He grins. There was a suggestion that he might stop acting in order to do good works, but he says that never made sense; only by getting decent gigs can he earn money to put back into the community.
It has to be said he’s got the air of a not-for-profit actor today – scruffy black top, sloppy black pants, black trainers. With a bird’s-nest beard and a thicket of greying curls, he looks nicely crumpled. But give him a shave and a trim, allow him a flash of that electric smile, and he could still pass as a thirtysomething superstar.
Sheen is best known for transforming into household names – Brian Clough in The Damned United; Chris Tarrant in Quiz; David Frost in Frost/Nixon; a trio of films as Tony Blair (The Deal, The Queen, and The Special Relationship); Kenneth Williams in Fantabulosa. His Prince Andrew is compelling; by turns petulant, pathetic, monstrous and poignant. He has a gift for inhabiting famous people – voice, body, soul, the works. He’s equally adept as a regular character actor – the dapper angel Aziraphale in Good Omens, pale and pinched as spurned suitor William Boldwood in the 2015 film of Far From the Madding Crowd, the tortured father of a daughter with muscular dystrophy in last year’s BBC drama Best Interests. He even plays a winning version of himself alongside David Tennant (and their respective partners Anna Lundberg and Georgia Tennant) in the lockdown hit TV series Staged.
But the work that changed his life was his 2011 epic three-day reimagining of The Passion on the streets of Port Talbot, involving more than 1,000 people from the local community. It was years in the making, and during that time he decided he would leave Los Angeles to come home. Initially, home just meant Britain, probably London. But the longer he spent with his people, the more it became apparent to him that home could only mean one thing – returning to Port Talbot, and helping the disadvantaged town in whatever way he could.
He admits that for many years he didn’t have a clue about the reality of life in Port Talbot. He had always lived in one bubble or another. His parents were hardly flush, but they had decent jobs – his mother was a secretary, his father a personnel manager at British Steel, and both were active in amateur dramatics. Sheen was academically gifted (he considered studying English at Oxford University before winning a place at Rada), a talented footballer (he had trials with Cardiff and Swansea) and an exceptional young actor. Then came the bubble of Rada and London, followed by the bubble of LA.
It was only when he started to work on The Passion that he began to understand his home town. One day he was rehearsing with a group in a community hall when he was approached by a woman. “She told me she was the mother of this boy who’d been in my class at school called Nigel. When I was 11, he fell off a cliff in an accident and died. It was the first time I’d known someone to die. She said, ‘I’ve started up a grief counselling group here. I have a little bit of money from the council because there is no grief counselling in this area.’” She’d had no counselling when Nigel died, nor in the 31 years since. “And all these years later, she’d set up a little grief counselling thing with a bit of money, so that was extraordinary to hear.” Next time he returned he discovered that the group no longer existed because of council cuts.
Every time he went back he discovered something new. He met a group that supported young carers. Sheen doesn’t try to disguise how ignorant he was. “I said, ‘All right, what are young carers?’ And they said, ‘They’re children who are supporting a family member.’ And I’m like, ‘OK, this is a profession, they get paid, right?’ And I was told, ‘No, they don’t get paid and our little organisation gives them a bit of respite – once a week we take them bowling or to the cinema.’ I went bowling with them one night and there were eight-year-old kids looking after their mother and bringing up the younger kids. This one organisation was trying to take these kids bowling one night a week, and then that went. No funding for that, either. That kind of stuff was shocking.”
As a child, SHEEN says he was oblivious to struggle because he was so driven by his own dreams. First, it was football. By his mid-teens it was acting. West Glamorgan Youth Theatre, which he calls “one of the best youth theatres in the world”, was on his doorstep. “The miners’ strike was on when I was 15 in Port Talbot and I wasn’t really aware of it at the time. That’s how blinkered I was, because I was so obsessed by acting at that point.” Acting wasn’t regarded as a lofty fantasy in Port Talbot as it may have been in many working-class communities. After all, the town had produced Richard Burton and Anthony Hopkins.
In his late teens, heading off for Rada, Sheen feared he would be surrounded by giant talents who would dwarf his. When he discovered that wasn’t the case, he suffered delusions of grandeur. “I wanted to be recognised as the greatest actor in the world,” he says bluntly. In the second year, the students did their first public production: Oedipus Rex. “I thought, well obviously I’ll be cast as Oedipus, then we’ll perform Oedipus to the public and when the world sees me for the first time I’ll be carried shoulder-high through the streets of London and hailed as the greatest actor of all time.” I look for an ironic wink or nod, but none is forthcoming.
Sure enough, he was cast in the lead role. “We did our first public production and I thought I was brilliant.” But nothing changed. It didn’t bring him instant acclaim. By the third night, he could barely get through the performance.
Were you a bit of a cock back then, I ask. He shakes his head. “No, I was having a breakdown. I was crying most of the time. I just fell apart. I spoke to the principal of Rada and I said, ‘I can’t continue at drama school, I have to leave.’ And he said just take some time off, which I did, and two or three weeks later I slowly came back and then completely changed the way I acted.”
Until then he believed acting was just about what he did. “I thought you just worked out how to say the lines as cleverly as you could; it had nothing to do with responding to other people or being in the moment. It was showing off, essentially. And there’s a ceiling to where you can get with that. That breakdown I had was because I’d reached the ceiling and didn’t know how to go any further. That’s why I fell apart.”
He gradually put himself and his technique back together. Was he left with the same ambition? “No. The idea of being considered the best actor of all time becomes nonsense.” In 1991, Sheen left Rada early, because he’d been offered a job he couldn’t turn down. He made his professional debut opposite Vanessa Redgrave in a West End production of Martin Sherman’s When She Danced. Theatre was Sheen’s first love, and his rise was meteoric. From the off, he was cast as the lead in the classics (Romeo and Juliet, Peer Gynt, Henry V, The Seagull) and the 20th-century masterpieces (Norman in The Dresser, Salieri and Mozart in Amadeus, Jimmy Porter in Look Back In Anger).
Sheen was doing exceptionally well when he and his then partner Kate Beckinsale moved to LA for her work in the early 2000s. She was four years younger than him, and already a movie star. Their daughter Lily, now an actor, was a toddler. He assumed that his transition to stardom in LA would be as seamless as it had been in Britain. But it wasn’t. His theatrical acclaim counted for nothing. In 2003, he and Beckinsale split up, but he stayed in LA to be close to Lily.
The first few years, he says, were so lonely and dispiriting. “I found myself living in Los Angeles, there to be with my daughter but just seeing her once a week. I had no career there – it was essentially like starting again. I had no friends and spent a lot of time on my own. It was tough. Slowly I realised how it was affecting me.” In what way? “I remember coming out of an audition for Alien vs Predator, to play a tech geek computer guy with five lines and really caring about it, and then thinking: ‘I can be playing fucking Hamlet at home, what am I doing, what’s this all about?’” He says he’d been so lucky – always working, never having to audition, getting the prize jobs. And suddenly in LA he was an outsider; a nobody.
He and Beckinsale are often cited as role models for joint parenting by ex-couples. In 2016, Beckinsale, Lily and Sheen staged a hilarious photo for James Corden’s The Late, Late Show, recreating the moment of giving birth 17 years earlier. Beckinsale reclines on a kitchen table with Lily sitting between her legs, as an alarmed-looking Sheen stands to the side. Have they always got on well since splitting up? “We’ve had our ups and downs, but we’re very important in each other’s lives. It would be really sad if we weren’t – like cutting off a whole part of your life. I’m not saying it doesn’t have its challenges, and I’m sure it’s been harder for her than for me.” Why? “Because … ” He pauses and smiles. “Because I’m more of a twat!” In what way? Another smile. “I’m not going to tell you that, am I?”
Sheen’s break in America came when he was spotted by a casting director who told him he would be perfect for a new project. Ironically, it was to play former British prime minister Tony Blair in a British TV drama called The Deal, directed by British film-maker Stephen Frears and shot in Britain. The Deal led to Frears’s The Queen, about Elizabeth II’s frigid response to the death of Diana, Princess of Wales leading to a crisis for the monarchy. Again he played Blair, this time riding to the rescue of the royals. The movie was nominated for six Oscars (Helen Mirren won best actress) and he never struggled in America again.
The longer he lived in LA, however, the more rooted he felt to Port Talbot. And the further he travelled, around the world or just in Britain, the better he understood how disadvantaged it was. “If you’re in Port Talbot one day and then the next you’re in a little town in Oxfordshire where David Cameron is the MP, it’s fairly obvious there are very different setups there. And that was connected to a political awakening.” He started to read up on Welsh history. In 2017, he returned his OBE because he thought it would be hypocritical to hold on to an honour celebrating empire when he was giving a Raymond Williams lecture on the “tortured history” of the relationship between Wales and the British state.
He began to reassess his past. “I became more aware of the opportunity I’d had in an area where there wasn’t much opportunity. At a certain point you go, Oh, people are having to volunteer to make that youth theatre happen that I’m a product of.” You’d taken it for granted? “Completely. I was happy to think everything I was doing was because of my own talent and I was making my own opportunities, and as I got older I thought maybe that’s not the whole story.”
In 2016, the long-running American TV series Masters of Sex, in which Sheen starred as the pioneering sex researcher William Masters, came to an end. Lily was now 17 and preparing for college. “I suddenly thought, Oh, I can go home now.” And six years ago he finally did – to Baglan, a village adjoining Port Talbot. Since then he has been involved in loads of community projects.
He mentions a few in passing, but he doesn’t tell me he sold his two homes (one in America, the other in Wales) to ensure the 2019 Homeless World Cup went ahead as planned in Cardiff. Nor does he mention that a couple of years ago he started Mab Gwalia (translating to “Son of Wales”), which proudly labels itself a “resistance movement”. On its website, it states: “Mab Gwalia believes that opportunity should not only be available to those who can afford it. The ambition is to build a movement that makes change.” Its projects have supported homeless people, veterans, preschool children on the autism spectrum, kids in care, victims of high-cost credit, and local journalism, which is a particular passion. “In the early 1970s in Port Talbot, there was something like 12 different newspapers. There are none now. None. Communities don’t feel represented, don’t feel their voice is heard and don’t know if the information they’re getting about what’s going on in the community is correct or not. Those are terrifying things, and without local journalism that’s what happens.”
Perhaps surprisingly, he’s even found time for the day job. Earlier this year, he played Nye Bevan in Tim Pryce’s new play about the founding father of the NHS. He also made his directing debut with The Way, a dystopian, and prophetic, three-part TV drama about the closure of the Port Talbot steelworks that results in local riots spreading across the country. How does he feel about the rioting that has scarred the country in recent weeks? “I feel the same way I think most people do. It was awful and terrifying. I worry about how much a hard-right agenda that has been growing for a long time has moved further and further into the mainstream and has clearly got more connected. It’s frightening.” Does he think the new Labour government can deliver the positive change it promises? “Pppfft.”He exhales heavily. “More optimistic than the Conservatives being in power.” Who did he vote for? “That’s my God-given right to remain a secret, isn’t it? It wasn’t the Tories!”
I ask if he’s in favour of Welsh independence. “I don’t know how I feel about it one way or the other, but I would like there to be an open discussion about everything that entails. The problem is when it gets shut down and you don’t get to talk about it.”
Would he ever go into politics? He looks appalled at the idea. “Oh God, no. No! I’d beawful.”Why?“Because I don’t want to say what other people are telling me to say if I don’t agree with it. Look at all those people who voted against the two-child benefit cap and had the whip taken away from them. That’s bollocks. People say I should go into politics because I’m passionate about things and I speak my mind. But then you get into politics and you’re not allowed to do that any more. I’ve got far more of a platform as myself. I can say what I want to say.”
Fair enough. I’ve got another idea. A couple of years ago he gave an inspired motivational speech for the Wales football team before the 2022 men’s World Cup, on the TV show A League of Their Own. Would he take the job as Wales manager if offered it? He looks just as horrified as the idea of a life in politics. “No!” Why not? “Because it’s a completely different profession. You need to know about football. I played football when I was younger, but I wouldn’t have a clue. Wouldn’t. Have. A. Clue. Just because you can make a speech doesn’t mean you’d be any good at that sort of stuff.” He says he was embarrassed about the speech initially, but now feels proud of it. “Schools get in touch and say, ‘We’ve been studying it with the class.’ I put hidden things in. There are rabbit holes you can go down.” He quotes the line, “You sons of Speed” and tells me that’s a reference to the idolised former manager and player Gary Speed who took his life in 2011. You can hear the emotion in his voice.
I’ve been waiting for Sheen to mention the new TV drama about Prince Andrew. Most actors direct you to the project they’re promoting as soon as you sit down with them. Let’s talk about the new show, I eventually say.
This is already the second drama about the Andrew interview. Did he know that Scoop, which came out earlier this year, was already in the works? “Yes, I knew before I agreed to do this.” Was it a race to see which would get out first? “There was no race, no. We always knew ours would come out after.” What would he say to people who think it’s pointless watching another film on the same subject? “Ours is a three-part story, so it’s able to breathe a lot more. There’s a lot more to it. In our story, Andrew and Emily are the main characters whereas they were very much the supporting ones in the other one.”
Did it change his opinion of Andrew? “No. It showed the dangers of being in a bubble, having talked about being in a bubble myself! The dangers of privilege.” He talks with sensitivity about Andrew’s downfall. “The thing that really struck me was when Andrew came back from the Falklands there was no one more revered, in a way. I didn’t realise his job was to fly helicopters to draw enemy fire away from the ships. I couldn’t believe they would put a royal in that position, so he was genuinely courageous. He was good-looking, a prince, and had everything going for him. Since then everything has just gone down and down and down.” He’s had so little control over his life, Sheen says. Take his relationships. “He was told he couldn’t be with [American actor] Koo Stark any more because of the controversy. He was essentially told he had to divorce Sarah Ferguson because the royal family, particularly Philip allegedly, was concerned that she would bring the family into disrepute.”
Did he end up feeling more empathetic towards him? “No!” he says sharply. Then he softens slightly. “Well, empathy? I felt I understood a bit more – because that’s my job – about what was going on. But he’s incredibly privileged and has exploited that. It seems like he has a lot taken away from him but probably rightfully so.”
A Very Royal Scandal is like The Crown in that it’s great drama but you’re never sure what’s real. Are Andrew’s lines simply made up? “It’s a combination of research and stories out there, and little snippets and invention.” While Emily Maitlis is an executive producer, Andrew most certainly is not. “Well, that’s the real difficulty for our story,” Sheen says. “On the one hand, you’ve got Emily as an exec, so you know everything to do with her is coming from the horse’s mouth. But everything to do with Andrew, not only is it really difficult to get the actual stuff, also we don’t know what he did.” He pauses. “Or didn’t do.” He’s talking about Virginia Giuffre’s allegation that Andrew raped her, which he denied. In the end, Giuffre’s civil case was dropped after an out-of-court settlement was reached on no admission of liability by Prince Andrew, with Giuffre reportedly paid around £12m.
I had assumed Sheen would be a staunch republican, but he doesn’t feel strongly either way. “There are lots of positives about royals, and lots of negatives.” His bugbear is that the heir to the throne gets to be Prince of Wales. “Personally, I would want the title of Prince of Wales to be given back to Wales to decide what to do with it, and I definitely think there’s a lot of wealth that could be used better.”
The biggest change for Sheen since returning to Wales is his family life. In 2019, he revealed that he had a new partner, the Swedish actor Anna Lundberg, that she was 25 years younger than him, and that she was pregnant. They now have two daughters – Lyra who is coming up to five, and two-year-old Mabli. As well as Staged, the couple have also appeared together on Gogglebox. They look so happy, nestling into each other, laughing at the same funnies, tearing up over the same heartbreakers. She also seems naturally funny. Given that two of his former partners (Sarah Silverman and Aisling Bea) are comedians, have all his exes had a good sense of humour? He thinks about it. “Yes. Yeah, you’ve got to have a laugh, haven’t you?” And he’s always got on well with them after splitting up? “Yeah, pretty much.”
When asked about the age difference between Lundberg and him on The Assembly, he acknowledged that they were surprised when they got together. “We were both aware it would be difficult and challenging. Ultimately, we felt it was worth it because of how we felt about each other, and now we have two beautiful children together.” He also said that being an older father worried him at times. “It makes me sad, thinking about the time I won’t have with them.”
Does being a dad of such tiny kids make him feel young or old? “Both,” he says. “My body feels very old. But everything else feels much younger. I’m 55 and it’s knackering running around after little kids. Just physically, it’s very demanding. And I’m at a point in my life where I’m aware of my physical limitations now. But in other ways it’s completely liberating, and I’m able to appreciate it more now.”
Has he learned about fatherhood from the first time round? “Yeah, I think so. I’m around more now. That’s a big part of it. When Lily was young, I was in my early 30s and doing films for the first time, so Kate would stay in Los Angeles with Lily and I would go off and do whatever.” Did Beckinsale resent that? “I don’t know that she resented it. Kate was doing better than me in terms of profile at the time, so it was different. Given that we then split up and I saw Lily even less, I very much regretted being away as much. So this time I wanted to make sure that wasn’t the case. That’s partly why I’ve set up a Welsh production company. I don’t want to work away from them as much.”
Talking of which, he says, what’s the time? “I’ve got to get back to my kids.”
On his way out, I ask what advice he would give his younger self. He says he was asked that recently and gave a glib answer. “I said buy stock in Apple.” What should he have said? He thinks about it, and finally says he’d have no advice for his younger self. He’d rather reverse the question, and think what his younger self would say to him if he tried to advise him.
“I saw an amazing clip of Stephen Colbert saying your life is an accumulation of every bad choice you’ve made and every good choice you’ve made, and the great challenge of life is to say yes to it. To say, ‘I love living, I embrace living.’ And in order to do that you have to embrace all the pain, all the grief, all the sadness, all the fucking mistakes because without that you don’t have all the other stuff.” He’s on a roll now, louder and more passionate by the word. “And I’d hate it if someone came and went, ‘Don’t do this, no do that.’ Then you just sail through your life. It would be death, wouldn’t it? So I’d tell my older self to go fuck himself.”
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thinking about eddie having to see his parents giving chris the childhood they never bothered to give him, which is upsetting in and of itself. but also thinking about the fact that for years eddie has already been giving chris the childhood he never had - providing him with unending patience and encouragement and fostering a safe space to be vulnerable and share his emotions. like, ramon and helena have no concept of the devoted father eddie is because they never cared to pay attention. instead of accepting that eddie was capable of making decisions for his own son and taking a step back when they left for california to see all the ways in which eddie and chris’s relationship flourished, they latched onto the belief that chris would never be better off in eddie’s care and were simply biding their time for an opportunity they were certain would come to swoop in and take chris away from him.
and now the deceit involved in making eddie think he’s missing out on all these parts of chris’s life which, yeah he technically is, but it’s because it’s all actively being kept from him? he can’t know there’s a chess tournament to miss if he’s never even clued into the fact that chris plays now. it’s not enough that they think eddie isn’t fit to parent - they don’t think he’s even entitled to the full details of his son’s life. they’re manipulating and controlling him from hundreds of miles away to reinforce this belief that eddie can’t be enough for chris. so like, of course that’s why eddie’s instinct is to go there instead of considering how chris can come back to LA. he wants his son back in his life but most of all, he wants his son to be happy - and from the limited version of things that eddie’s been given, to him all signs point to that being with ramon and helena. eddie’s resigned to the idea that if the best he can do is go to el paso to just be near chris, but not actually take him from this new home he’s seemingly thriving in, then that’s what he has to do.
#idk if this makes sense i should be sleeping but i’m angry about the diaz parents#eddie diaz#christopher diaz#911 spoilers
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Eating ~ Sturniolo Triplets
Summary: You've struggled with eating and developed an eating disorder. Your best friends are there to help you.
Warnings: eating disorder, platonic pet names, crying, weight talks, fear of food, anxiety
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It was a warm day in LA, you had planned to hang out with Nick, Matt and Chris for the day. You agreed to go to the beach for the afternoon, before going back to their place to chill and you said you'd stay over for the night.
It was gonna be a fun day, you thought. Until you look at yourself in your mirror, staring at your body in your blue bikini. Your ribs were now starting to show.
Unfortunately you have now developed an eating disorder. You had yet to tell the guys. Scared they would judge you. You knew that they aren't judgemental people when it comes to their closest friends and family, but deep down, you were still scared.
You broke out your thoughts when you heard a car horn outside, knowing it's the guys. You slipped on a large t-shirt, grabbed your bag and ran outside, seeing the car parked up.
"Hey kid!" Nick shouted, his head sticking out the window.
"Hi!" You exclaimed, jumping in the back beside him.
"You okay?" Matt asked, looking at you through the mirror.
"Yeah, I'm good. What about all of you?" You replied.
"We're fine. Chris suggested lunch before we head to the beach." Nick answered.
Shit. Your brain started screaming, you didn't want to eat, but had to be careful around the guys. You couldn't throw it up either.
"Oh okay." You mumbled quietly.
"You okay?" Chris called.
"Yeah, let's go." You said, Matt listening as he began driving.
The car ride was full of chatting and laughter, you smiling until you arrived at Burger King.
"What do you want?" Nick asked you, once he got his brothers orders.
"Um just a water is fine. I'm not hungry." You answered.
"You don't want a Dr Pepper, or fries?" He asked, slightly shocked.
"No thanks." You replied.
Nick gave you a side eye as he ordered, you looked out the window, not listening as he reeled off what everyone was getting. When he finished and Matt drove to the window to pay and collect the food, a drink was passed to you.
"Thank you." You said, putting a straw in it and taking a sip, only to taste Dr Pepper, not water. You looked at Nick and saw him smile.
"Your not hungry, fine, but get a better drink." He said.
You nodded and took a few small sips, overthinking the sugary taste.
After a while you all arrived at the beach. You all got out and went to find a good spot, you relaxing on a towel as Matt and Chris raced to the water. Nick coming to sit next to you.
"You sure your okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, why?" You replied.
"It's not like you to avoid food, or even just want water." He mentioned.
"I'm just not hungry, but I appreciate the drink." You said.
Nick nodded as you all spent the afternoon at the beach. A few fans saying hi to the guys, whilst you watched happily.
When it got a bit later, you all packed up and headed to the guys place. You had some spare clothes in the back of the car. When you got to their place, you all wanted to shower before picking a movie to watch. Nick let you use his bathroom before himself.
You took a quick shower, not wanting to take much time up and got dressed into a t-shirt and some joggers. You looked at yourself in the mirror for a moment, holding your t-shirt up, seeing your ribs again.
"Hey bub, you done?" Nick called.
"Yeah. Now coming." You answered quickly.
You walked out and let him shower as you headed downstairs to sit on the sofa. You opened your phone and on your for you page on TikTok, was many diet plans or tips. Matt walked over and peaked to see what you were watching.
"You don't need a diet, sweetheart." He said, making you jump slightly.
"Oh I....I know, I'm just watching." You stuttered, making him feel confused.
Nick and Chris soon joined you both, the four of you picking a movie to watch for a while before ordering some food.
"What do you want, kid?" Chris asked.
"Oh um, nothing." You muttered, going back to your phone.
"What....but you didn't eat lunch." Matt said.
"I'm just not hungry." You said again.
The three boys shared a look before a nod. They sat around you as Matt gently took your phone, closing it so you couldn't watch another diet video.
"Sweetheart, tell us what's going on." Nick said softly.
"Nothing is going on." You answered quickly.
"Kid, we can tell your not eating. Plus don't try and hide that you've lost a lot of weight." Chris replied.
You looked at the trio and instantly broke. You buried your face in your hands, crying loudly. The guys frowned as they rubbed your back, letting you cry.
Once you calmed down and stopped crying, you looked at the guys, seeing worried looks on their faces, not dissapointment.
"I....I haven't eaten." You slowly admitted.
"We can tell, petal." Matt said.
"In....two weeks. Only a small and I mean very small snack if I felt like I was gonna pass out." You continued.
"You have an eating disorder." Nick responded, making you nod.
"I'm sorry." You cried.
"It's okay, bub. We're gonna help you, okay." Chris said.
"Wait....really? You...Your not gonna leave me?" You asked in shock.
"Fuck no! We're not leaving our best friend. We want to help you. No matter how rough it is, how long it is, we're not going anywhere. We're going to help you." Nick answered.
You smiled, falling into his arms for a hug as Matt and Chris joined too. The three being very proud that you confessed to them and knew they would help you no matter what.
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Always.
!!TW!! Toxic household, mental health, anxiety/panicking
Summary : You and Nick used to be childhood friends, until him and his brothers moved to LA and you all lost contact with each other until one day changed it all.
Growing up you and Nick were inseparable, you were close with Matt and Chris too but not as much as Nick. You were usually over at the Sturniolo's house majority of the time since your house wasn't the best place at times. MaryLou and Jimmy had become more parents to you than your own, and the boys were like your brothers. They were the family you'd always wish was your own.
They all had an idea of why you never wanted to be home but you'd never told anyone the full extent of what happened most days.
You were so proud of the boys when they started to gain popularity on YouTube and social media, and their hard work paid off when they were able to move to LA. Sure they still lived in Boston too but only for a week or two every three or four months when they would have time to visit for a short time.
You hadn't realized that it would be harder to keep in touch with Nick, Matt, and Chris. Youd mostly text Nick but at times you would text the other two too.
But about a month after they moved to LA your texts and calls slowly become less and less until it's only a text every other month to make sure the others doing okay. You understood they were getting more busy though, you watched through their videos as they gained more fans and they'd even went on two tours. You had went to the Boston show and told them how proud you were to see them get the following they deserved. You hadn't seen them since them, whenever they were around you were busy with work. You never knew beforehand so you could take a day or two off to see them.
You felt terrible not seeing them but you were still living with your parents and had to keep working to pay the bills. Your parents rarely worked anymore they told you if you wanted to live there you had to pay the bills, all they did through the day was drink and sleep. You knew it could be worse though, it had been before but now you had a job to get out of the house. I mean twenty was a good age to move out at, you just needed to find the money to get an apartment.
Today had been a rough day at work and you were looking forward to coming home and enjoying your shower before heading to bed. What you weren't expecting was to see no one home and walk into your room being trashed. You look around seeing your posters ripped down from your walls, picture frames shattered on the ground, your clothes were all over you floor, and your books were off the bookshelf. Sitting on your clothes you found a note saying to pack your things and get out. Sure you should've expected this sooner or later, but you're the one who pays the bills. All your money you made went into keeping the house functional.
You quickly packed what you needed and could fit into a backpack and your old volleyball bag before your parents were back and saw you weren't gone yet. You knew that wouldn't end well for you. You made your way out the door looking back at the house, it was like a haunted house. The scuffs on the floor, scrapes on the walls, stains on the steps. It was all to show the memories, good and bad, that had happened, staying there as reminders of what you'd never forget. Memories that would stay with you for the rest of your life, the bad memories stick more than the good. You couldn't think of the last happy memory attached to the house.
Under different circumstances you would be ecstatic to leave this place you've had to live in for twenty years, but you barely had money and no where to stay. You started walking down the sidewalk just walking and thinking. You didn't know where you were going, how you'd pay for anything, or what other job you'd have to start now to make extra money.
You sat down on the curb of the sidewalk after a while not knowing what you were going to do. Your bags were getting heavy and you had to figure out something. You then had the idea to call MaryLou not knowing if you could stay there for a couple nights until you figured out a solution. She picked up after two rings.
"Y/n! Hi sweetie, how are you? It's been a while since I've heard from you," she said.
"Hi, I'm okay.. I was wondering if I could ask a favor?"
"Of course, what's wrong?," she asked.
"Could I maybe stay a couple nights at your guys house? My parents kicked me out and I- I don't know where else I can go.. it's just until I figure something out! I promise I won't overstay my welcome! And you don't have to say yes, I just thought I'd ask..." You start to ramble, trying to hold back tears.
"Y/n of course you can, you know you're never a burden here. We'd love to have you here! Can I ask why they kicked you out?," she asked.
"Um I'm not really sure the exact reason on why buy I should've expected it, they've never been happy with anything I do so why start now, right?," you laugh, trying to convince the both of you that you're okay. "But I'll explain more later, if that's okay."
Oh Y/n, I'm sorry. You know you'll always have a home here." She said.
"Thank you MaryLou. I'm going to walk over, I'll be there in a bit."
"That's a long walk, it's cold out. Do you want a ride?"
"No no, I don't want to inconvenience anyone I'll be okay walking."
"You're never an inconvenience sweetie. Listen, the boys just went to get food and film but I'll tell them to pick you up. Where are you?"
"Oh, I didn't know they were back home. I'm around the gas station, thank you really."
"Not a problem at all Y/n, I'll send them over." She said then hung up.
About ten minutes later Matt drove up in their van. Nick was the first out, opening the back door of the van and pulling into a hug.
"I missed you so much," he said.
"I missed you too Nick, " you said.
By the time Nick pulled away from the hig Chris and Matt were standing there and each hugged you too. You had missed them all, it was great to see then even if it wasn't in the best circumstances.
The four of you got back into the van and Matt drove you all back to their house in silence. You weren't sure what to say, so much had happened since you talked to them last for all four of you.
After talking to MaryLou when you got there you were more comfortable since you knew it was actually okay for you to stay there for a little bit. You knew that they liked you there but you couldn't stop yourself from overthinking. You had told her everything from your childhood, all the things that had happened that you didn't tell anyone. It helped you relax a bit more knowing someone else knew and you could talk to them about it.
You talked to Nick, Matt, and Chris after too explaining everything. You guys had a movie night while catching up on everything you'd missed from each others lives.
They also decided you could move to LA with them. They said they needed someone to help them around their house and with filming. You were happy you got your friends back and were able to have a job and house so you agreed to go with them.
In the end, everything in your life had worked itself out. You got out of your toxic house, got your friends back, got a job with your friends, got a house to live in, and got to move to LA and see the boys every day. It goes to show that even when it seems there's no way out, there's always something good in your future. Always.
NO WAY I WROTE AN ACTUAL STORYYYY. I hope it was good and you all enjoyed :) I tried my best with it, it'll probably be the last full fic for a while since I feel like I'm better at hcs and camera rolls, but feel free to give me constructive criticism. Thank you so much for 300 followers! This was the thank you gift lol, love you all 💓🫶
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I Missed You C.S.
Bf!Chris x Gf!Fem!Reader
Summary: in which Katherine missed Chris.
A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)
Chris, who was your boyfriend of 3 years, has been on tour with his brothers for the past month and a half just about. I am so beyond proud of him and his brothers but I miss him unbearingly and am ready for him to come home, according to him he still has another month left of shows and isn't even going to be back in LA after that because they were going to stay in Boston for awhile to spend time with his parents and Nate. So far now until he comes back to LA I am stuck texting and FaceTiming him.
Unbeknownst to Katherine, the Triplets tour ends the following day after she had talked to Chris on the phone, him telling her something totally different.
"how's Iowa mom"
you ask your mom since your on the phone with her.
"it good, im ready to go home tomorrow already"
she giggles as Katherine chuckles at her mom's lacking social battery.
" yeah i bet. Am i still picking you up from the airport tomorrow morning and taking you home or are you want to uber?"
you ask her because it was somewhat true that you needing to pick her up at the airport only thing is you weren't picking up your mom you were picking up your boyfriend and your other two favorite people in the world but, of course, Katherine doesn't know this information.
"um yes you can pick me up I might just stay at your apartment for the night and not make you drive me home immediately"
she replies to her daughter as she confirms the plan with a simple hum.
The next morning, just as clueless as ever, Katherine is sitting in the airport near the gate her mom had texted her to 'meet her at' on her phone passing time not even paying attention.
In the midst of her not paying attention, it gave her lovely boyfriend, who she is assumed was still going to be out of state for a couple more months at least, a chance to come up to her without her fully being aware of who he was.
"excuse me do you know where I can get some Pepsi"
Chris asks his girlfriend he is standing in front of currently.
"um yeah actually i do- me and my boyf-"
she trails off looking up and finally seeing who it is
"holy shit"
she gasps staring at his hovering figure trying to make sure this is a reality.
"hi pretty girl"
he replies as she stands up and wraps her arms around his neck as he rocks them from side to side.
"hi"
she softly whispers as he shifts his grip to her thighs to pick her up, with her proceeding to wrap her legs around his torso.
"um hello we are here too you know"
Nick states standing next to Matt awkwardly, as Chris sets you back on your feet.
"hi Nicky"
you say softly coming up and hugging him and then hugging Matt after.
" I thought you guys weren't done with tour yet- I thought you guys were going to be gone for at least two more months"
you sigh out looking up at Chris as he wraps his arms around your shoulders bringing you into another hug.
"no tour ended yesterday"
"what- that's not what you told me yesterday"
you states pulling arm's length out of the hug to look at Chris.
"well i had to say that your mom wanted it to be a surprise"
he chuckles bringing you back into his embrace.
"and as for Boston-"
"we didnt need to go because they are coming to LA next week"
he states simply finishing Nick's sentence.
"well I'm glad you guys are back finally"
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the horny brainrot is intense rn.
hi hi:) i love your work and had an idea~
i’m not sure if you write ftm reader or not (top surgery and a cocklet from T), if not maybe you could make this male reader?
but i NEED mean dom Han and whimpering and begging top Jeongin. maybe as a threesome or you can pick one or the other. it’s up to you really:) heavy on the praise kink but you could also throw in slight degradation if you wanted. I’m giving you full creative freedom here aside from mean dom Jisung and Jeongin whimpering and begging.
i also have a couple ideas if you’re interested in them too:)
Male!reader x Han x Jeongin
CW: mxmxm unprotected sex (please be safe), blow jobs, ass eating, anal fingering and penetration, praise, name calling “cockslut”, overstimulation. Han drinks a rum.
A/n: I probably didn’t spend a great deal on prep… pls don’t come at me.
Also… writing ftm or mtf is definitely not a “no”, but I’m not confident depicting this yet.
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"Han, can we please take him home? I want him to be the one?" Jeongin whispered desperately into friend’s ear.
"Hmmm." Han looked you up and down. "He is cute. I could see myself tearing his ass up." he bit his lip and looked at you hungrily.
You remained silent, sitting on the couch in the corner of the club. The two hot men, Han and Jeongin, had been making out with you, palming your crotch and shoving their tongue’s down your throat for the best part of an hour, when Jeongin suggested taking things a little, well actually a lot, further.
They were considering taking taking you back to their place for a bit of fun. You were leaking in your pants just at the mere thought of being used by them.
Han shook his head. "Let's just use a room here. Chris won't care that we didn't pay for one. He owes me a favour anyway." He emptied his glass of rum in one gulp and ushered you and Jeongin towards a private room.
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Jeongin was on you, desperately trying to undress you, kissing you wildly, whimpering about how he couldn't wait to feel you inside of him. Han seemed to just be enjoying the show, leaning against the door to the room and rubbing his hand over his bulge.
Your body was buzzing with need, and when you were fully undressed, you sank to the floor, mouth open, waiting for Jeongin to fill you up.
"Looks like he's an obedient one. Are you sure you want him to top you?" Han mused, watching Jeongin slide his length into your mouth.
"Oh, fuck! So warm. So good. That’s it. Please… suck my cock. Ughh... you're mouth is incredible." Joengin's head lolled back as he let you take control of pleasuring him. "Yeah, I do want him to. He said he's a switch, remember?" he panted as his eyes rolled back into his head.
That's right. You were a switch, loving both fucking and being fucked, and it seemed you might be able to have both happening at once tonight. As far as you knew, Han was a dom top, and Jeongin was a submissive top who wanted to try bottoming. You were sure that once he had a taste of it, Jeongin would be begging for more.
"Come suck my cock now." Han said in a low, level voice.
You popped off Jeongin's cock with a loud plop and the corners of you mouth curled up. "Of course." you said coyly, and crawled on your hands and knees until you were directly in front of him.
Slowly, you unbuckled his belt and released his cock. You audibly gasped at the sight of it. Perfection wasn't even nearly enough of a word to describe it. It made your mouth water and your asshole clench at the thought of him slamming into you with it.
Han reached down and gripped your hair, holding your head in place as he started to fuck your throat. Fuck, this was exactly what you wanted. To be used. He pushed himself so deep inside you that you gagged. He paused, smirking, and pushed deeper still. He face fucked you until tears were running down your cheeks, and drool down your chin.
"Such a messy boy. Okay. Go prep his hole, and I'll prep yours. Then we can really have some fun, yeah?"
You gave him one last bob of the head and pulled off his cock.
Jeongin was already waiting on the bed, on all fours, desperately presenting his asshole to you at the edge of the bed. Delicious.
"Go on, eat him out." Han instructed. You knelt behind him and pushed his asscheeks apart to get a good look at what you would be fucking shortly. "Such a pretty hole." you cooed. "A virgin hole?" you arched an eyebrow. Jeongin whimpered in frustration.
"Only had fingers and dildos in it. You'll be the first cock." Han confirmed, as he pulled a bottle of lube from a cupboard.
You leaned in and licked Jeongin's hole, causing him to moan. Then you allowed a trickle of spit to land on it before diving in fully. You circled his rim with your tongue, gently pressing every now and then to slowly coax him open.
A small whimper escaped you when you felt a lubed finger at your ass. "You're quite the slut aren't you, y/n?" Han was kneeling behind you, kissing your back as his finger explored your hole. "Wanting to be inside Jeongin, while I'm inside you."
You moaned and slipped your tongue slightly into Jeongin, who seemed to be falling apart rather quickly. "P-please... a finger.... I need a finger!" he cried, his head buried in the mattress.
You sat up, squeezing and slapping Jeongin's ass a few times before spitting on his hole and pressing your finger to it. He whimpered and hissed when your finger slipped inside. Just to your first knuckle. You felt like it might take a little longer to prep him than what his moans were indicating, while Han was already making your eyes roll back and your cock dribble pre-cum with two full fingers fucking your ass.
You used all your resolve to compose yourself, and put all your focus on getting Jeongin ready. What if you came before you'd even sunk into him? You eventually managed to squeeze two fingers inside him, and by the noise he was making he was extremely aroused. But was he ready?
"You're just going to have to fuck him as is. I can't fucking wait any longer. I need to be inside your tight little ass." Han growled impatiently.
The three of you positioned yourself in such a way that Jeongin was on his hands and knees on the bed, you standing behind him, and Han behind you.
Jeongin was already being so noisy, demanding you to just "ram it into him in one go." You spread a generous amount of lube on your painfully hard cock, and pressed against him. You let out a shaky breath as Han rubbed the head of his lubed cock on your hole.
"Go on. Push inside him. Make him scream." he snarled in your ear. "Be a good boy for me and fuck him good."
With a deep breath, you prepared yourself, and with a shaky exhale, you pushed inside Jeongin. He cried out, whimpering. You paused to let him adjust.
"Put in in me!!! P-please....need to be fucked." he sobbed.
"You heard him. Put it in him." Han growled, pushing your hips forward and penetrating Jeongin in one deep, forceful thrust.
"Ahhh...ngh..." Jeongin panted, almost collapsing on the bed. You held onto his hips, as Han continued to guide your thrusts into his friend. "Atta boy." he praised.
He pushed you so your pelvis was flush with Jeongin and you were fully seated inside of him. He felt warm and tight around your cock. You didn't think anything could beat this feeling until you felt Han breech your hole. "Fuck!" you hissed as you felt yourself stretch open.
Han withdrew his cock slightly, then pushed in a little further. You accommodated him fairly well considering he was big. Your body responded so quickly. The stretch and fullness of having a cock in you at the same time your cock was in another, was almost unbearable, and you weren't sure how long you were going to last.
Every smack of Han's hips against you, made you push deeper into Jeongin. Every time Jeongin pushed back onto your cock, it made you push back onto Han making him fill you just that little bit more.
Han grabbed onto your hips, and with him fully inside of you began to fuck you into Jeongin. The man underneath you cried, sobbed, and begged to cum, as he felt the force of two men slamming into him.
You were losing control fast, and it was heavenly.
A hand came down hard on your ass cheek. "Fill him up. Be a good little slut and claim him." Han commanded.
You were indeed very close, and when Han changed his angle ever so slightly, he had you seeing stars. "F-fuck!!!! Coming! Fucking coming!" you cried as you emptied yourself deep into Jeongin.
"Make him cum." Han panted.
You reached around and took hold of Jeongin's long, hard cock and jerked him off until he released himself with a loud whine and painted the bedspread in his cum.
You wanted to pull out. Your eyes prickled with tears from the overstimulation.
"No. Stay in there until I cum." Han increased the pace and the ferocity of his thrusts. It made both you and Jeongin whimper. You were both being overstimulated that it was bordering painful.
How much longer? It was like Han was doing it on purpose. It seemed like he was on the brink of orgasm, then he'd slow right down. Then he'd start up again.
Jeongin could no longer stay up on all fours, collapsing into the bed. You collapsed on top of him, and Han held you down while he grunted and growled as he continued to fuck you.
"Please, Han." Jeongin sobbed.
"Shhh... you're being such good cocksluts. Let me keep playing." he laughed wickedly. "I love this ass. Don't want it to end just yet."
It felt like an eternity, but eventually, you felt Han spill himself deep inside you as he spilled praises about how good your hole is and how tight you were squeezing him.
The three of you were spent, sweaty, and reeking of sex. Words like "fuck", "so fucking good." were mumbled over and over as you tried to recover from the mind-blowing experience you'd just had.
A little bit of aftercare, a big drink to hydrate, and it was time to say your goodbyes.
"So Jeongin, you think you'll bottom again?" asked Han as he pulled his pants up.
"What, you wanna fuck my ass now?" he rolled his eyes.
"Maybe, but I like fucking this guy's ass." He reached out and squeezed your hand in his.
"Good, cos I like him fucking mine." Joengin grasped your other hand affectionately.
"So," Han turned to you. "You wanna do this again sometime?"
You looked to the two men. "Fuck. Yeah!"
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Weekly Recap | April 22nd-May 5th 2024
I'm back!!! You get two weeks worth of fic since I went on vacation last week! :)
Complete
up down jump around by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (7x06: There Goes The Groom, Karaoke | 1,6K | Teen): Buck appears out of nowhere, crashing into the seat next to him and landing half on top of him. “We should go,” he says. Eddie frowns. “Go where? I thought you wanted to party?” Buck rolls his eyes, exaggerated in a way that tells him Buck is not on his first beer. “No, I mean, we should go next,” he says, and makes a sweeping gesture in the direction of the karaoke setup.
hold your breath and feel the tension by chromatophorica/ @chromatophorica (9-1-1/Lone Star Crossover, Getting Together | 17K | Teen): Following the arson attack at TK and Carlos' apartment, some of the 126 decide to visit LA for a while to unwind, hanging out with the 118 crew. Buck absolutely is not having feelings about the friendship between Marjan and Eddie. No matter what TK might think he knows.
Eddie's Housewife by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Getting Together | 2K | General): Eddie buys Buck an apron and dish gloves. Accidentally makes Buck his housewife. Realizes he's in love with Buck. All in that order.
know all the ways to appreciate your design (I'm a damn good lover) by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (Bachelor Party, Buck/Tommy, PWP | 3K | Explicit): He’s a beautiful man, don’t you think? Have you ever wondered what it would be like? Even a little bit? You have, haven’t you? Or: the one where Tommy is here for a good time, not a long time; Buck really likes it when he runs his mouth; and Eddie...well, Eddie doesn't have a clue
just another deathbed confession by actualalligator/ @actualalligator (Near Death Experience | 2K | Teen): Buck ends up buried when the floor gives out underneath him on a call. He calls 9-1-1 and demands to speak to Maddie.
Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Threesome, BuckTommyEddie | 39K | Explicit): In which everyone has two hands and two holes and is keeping their options fluid. (Or: a collection of threesome fics.)
5. You Knew We'd End Up Here (Daddy Kink): Eddie was raised to say 'thank you' when someone gifts him nice things like ringside seats and helicopter rides. Buck likes honorifics and being good. And Tommy likes when men who look like Buck and Eddie do as he tells them. (Or: three scenes in the evolution of Buck, Eddie, and Tommy's relationship, all united by one particular word.) 6. But Mr. Pilot I Don't Have Any Money: Buck might not have the money to spare, but he's sure he can find a way to pay Tommy for a helicopter lesson... In completely unrelated news, Eddie has a key to Buck's apartment and a habit of dropping by.
yeehaw [revisited] by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (BuckTommy, PWP | 2K | Explicit): “Do you have a trampstamp?” Buck asks, looking at where the sunlight hits his skin perfectly, highlighting the faint, small, black text - too small for Buck to see exactly what it says from here. Tommy merely huffs a laugh into the crook of his neck, eyes still likely closed as he places a deep, languid, lazy kiss to the base of Buck’s jawline. “Mhm,” he hums. “I was wondering when you’d notice that,” he adds with another exhale of amusement.
🔥 If You Said I Do I Would Too by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Fake Marriage | 5K | General): Eddie starts telling people Buck’s his husband to get out of annoying flirting situations on calls. Buck starts to like it a little too much.
this could be the year for the real thing by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Coda, 7x06: There Goes The Groom | 1,7K | Teen): His face is still a smear of soot, and Chris giggles. “Buck. Your face.” Buck frowns in confusion and Eddie steps over to him, hand already reaching to wipe the soot off his face, just like he has a hundred times at work. Except Tommy’s already there, licking his thumb and rubbing firmly at Buck’s chin, a gesture so familiar to Eddie that watching it happen separate from him feels like getting punched in the throat. or, eddie thinks about his best friend at a hospital wedding
tell me all the things that i wanna hear by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (7x06: There Goes The Groom | 1,3K | Teen): Or: Eddie realizes something at the bachelor party, but he doesn't remember until later.
take a chance (lay all your love on me) by bptlmevyemtc (Not Actually Unrequited Love | 35K | General): “You’re in love with me?” Buck asks, like a laggy computer system that just finished booting up. “Er. Yes?” Eddie says. “I thought we established that.” Buck nods, once, glacially slow, and Eddie sees when the synapses of his brain snap into place. “... But I’m straight?” the one where it takes eddie a while to get over buck, and it takes buck even longer to figure out he doesn't want him to
🔥 the ravi fic by archerincombat (Ravi POV, S4 | 15K | Teen): “Hey,” Ravi says. “Scale of 1 to 10, how bad would it be if I assumed Eddie Diaz’s girlfriend was his wife in front of him?” Lee groans. “Did you do it in front of Buckley?” “Yeah?” “A hundred,” she replies, turning the other direction before Ravi can demand to know why. At three in the morning, it hits him. He bolts upright in his cot. Oh my god, he thinks. Buck and Eddie are divorced, and everyone forgot to tell me.
tried and true blue by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (There Was Only One Bed | 4K | Teen): or, sharing a bed with your best friend is fine, usually, except for when your best friend is the particular combination of tipsy and stoned at his sister’s wedding that transforms him into 200 pounds of cuddlebug
🔥 does he love you better than i can? by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Post-7x05: You Don't Know Me, BuckTommy, Tommy POV | 10K | Teen): Nothing has ever happened between us, Evan had insisted. You have absolutely nothing to worry about, Eddie had told him unequivocally. There’s no reason he shouldn’t take them both at their word, Tommy thinks, decisively. or, buck and eddie insist that there's nothing going on between them. tommy wants to believe them. he really, really does.
put my heart inside your palms by markofalover/ @markofalover (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Buck’s speaking again, telling him, “Go dry your hair, baby.” And like, he’s stuck in his daydream. Completely crazy about it. So it’s not exactly his fault that he doesn’t register what Buck said until he’s in the bathroom again. He straightens his shoulders out and looks at his reflection like maybe he’s actually lost it, but, no, those were real words coming from Buck, who is also real, so— ...or, how an accidental pet name, a thoughtful dinner, and a shared shirt makes them get their shit together.
written all over your face by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (BuckTommy | 2,5K | Teen): A completely smitten Buck decides he wants to keep Tommy all to himself for just a while longer. When an accidental goodbye kiss exposes their new relationship, the 118 wants to be respectful – but when has that ever worked? or: buck and tommy try to keep their relationship a secret and fail adorably
with a smile and some hope by iriswests/ @fcntasmas (Established Buddie | 6K | Mature): or; five times buck wakes up before eddie, and one time eddie wakes up before buck
🔥 as easy as defusing a bomb by iriswests/ @fcntasmas (Sexuality Crisis, S5 | 7K | Mature): or; buck moves in with eddie while taylor finds a new place, and prompts what feels like puberty 2.0 for eddie diaz.
Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 31/? | 20K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.
Chapter 30. 70. what if i told you none of it was accidental: An accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment passes before you crash your lips back against each other's Chapter 31. 72. Accidentally bumping noses
waiting for this moment to be free by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Getting Together | <1K | General): Eddie opens his eyes to the dim flickering light of the TV, turned down low but not quite muted on one of those Ninja Warrior things that Buck loves. He's tilted sideways, cheek pillowed against the outside of Buck's arm, and he's apparently been drooling a little, which would be more embarrassing if it were the first or even the twentieth time it's happened. Or: Eddie, and Buck, and another couch.
you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Established Buddie, Amnesia | 1,7K | Teen): Eddie is pretty sure the only person he's ever been genuinely attracted to, is Shannon. So, he is very confused when he wakes up in a hospital bed with temporary amnesia and the inability to look away from the pretty, hot guy in a firefighter uniform. And then, procedes to have the second gay panic of his life... because of the same person.
This Old Love Has Me Bound by allyasavedtheday/ @littlespoonevan (Post-7x04: Buck Bothered and Bewildered, BuckTommy, Pre-Buddie | 9K | Teen): In an attempt to better understand his newfound bisexuality, Buck tries to figure out if he ever missed any signs with guys before. The universe keeps interrupting every time he's about to think about Eddie.
all I want (your eyes on mine) by bigfootsmom/ @bigfootsmom (PWP, BuckTommyEddie | 10K | Explicit): Buck is lying there, Eddie instantly recognizes the head of honey blond curls resting on the arm of the couch. But the head of short brown curls between Buck’s shaking thighs takes a second longer to place. But then they look up, blue eyes going comically wide as they lock onto Eddie. Tommy Kinard is on Buck’s couch. He’s on Buck’s couch between Buck’s thighs with his lips wrapped around Buck’s cock. ~ The one where Eddie yearns, Buck pines, and Tommy just wants to have a good time.
of want and need by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP | 2K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie fuck for the first time. That's it, that's the fic. (sequel to slowly getting sober from the taste of your skin)
WIP
🔥 change the prophecy by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Alternate Timeline, Curse/Magic | 7/11 | 17K | Mature): Buck has never felt secure in any of his relationships; he’s been searching for someone to see him the way he feels he’s meant to be seen, but after things start going downhill with Tommy, he thinks that person might just not exist. Eddie cannot figure out what’s wrong with him when it becomes clear things with Marisol aren’t going to work out. But what if they’re both forgetting something?
🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 10/18 | 53K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.
🔥 Steal My Sunshine by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Altered Memories | 4/9 | 15K | Mature): Memories hazy and unreliable, Eddie Diaz wakes up every morning in a house at the end of a cul de sac, goes to his office job at a petroleum engineering company, and comes home to his wife and son. But something is missing, and the more Eddie begins to put the pieces together, the stranger the predicament he finds himself in.
some things fall when they're meant to fall by sibylsleaves/ @sibylsleaves (Post S7E5 | 2/4 | 11K | Teen): or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.
🔥 stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong by Daffi_990_ao3/ @daffi-990 (Canon Divergent, Different First Meeting | 3/10 | 24K | Not Rated): Probational Firefighters Evan “Buck” Buckley and Eddie Diaz meet on a call which ends with them at odds with each other. As the months roll by, they keep running into each other on the job, much to Eddie’s dismay and Buck’s delight. Can they put aside their first opinions and misunderstandings and allow the seeds of friendship, and possibly something more, to take root?
🔥 Cowboy With a One Track Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergence, Not A Firefighter Buck | 3/4 | 16K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 7 (Land): Grieving and tortured, Evan Buckley has been living alone in Montana in a remote cabin for nearly a decade. After an incident that leaves him missing six months of his life, and suddenly in connection with a group of strangers from Los Angeles, Evan must decide whether to remain in his self-imposed exile, or take a chance at life again.
🔥 for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 14/? | 126K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.
🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 126/? | 393K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.
Podfics
🔥 Leave The Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by Mad_Lori/ @madlori // fic by @hmslusitania (Post-S5, Missing Presumed Dead, Amnesia | 4.5-5h | Mature): An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.
[podfic] Chimney's Guide to Dating a Buckley by Howard Han by Matriaya (Getting Buddie Together | 3-3.5h | Not Rated): And how stupid is it that reading 10 chapters of a guide to dating a Buckley by his coworker is how Eddie finally got his shit together and asked Buck out for a date? But, Eddie’s happy and so is Buck, so Chim might have had a point.
[podfic] Karen's Guide to Dating and Marrying a Firefighter with a Kid by Matriaya for KatieWrites (Getting Buddie Together, Karen POV sorta? | 1-1.5h | Not Rated): OR Buck's in love with his best friend and doesn't know how to figure out if Eddie shares his feelings.
#buddie#buddie fanfiction#buddie fic rec#buddie fanfic#epic buddie fic rec#buddie fic#bucktommy#bucktommy fanfic
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okay obviously if you won't write for this character please feel free to ignore this request but i had this idea based on "the alchemy" by taylor swift.
what if clarisse and fem!reader were in a secret relationship because clarisse was scared, but then clarisse team wins capture the flag and she runs to reader and like kisses them exposing the relationship, like "wheres the trophy she just comes running over to me" and like the reactions of some other characters.
again feel free to ignore this request, xoxo, amanda <3
⋆·˚ ༘ * ditch the clowns, get the crown, baby I'm the one to beat!!
warnings: none
pairing: clarisse la rue x fem reader
you remember that day five months ago when you had started seeing clarisse- it was amazing, truly, but the only downside was that your relationship was a secret
she had asked you to keep quiet, scared of what her friends or siblings would say if they knew she was dating a girl
and you knew it was best to just agree to keep it secret, you didn’t want to push her to do anything she didn’t want to do
your relationship was thriving, nonetheless, and everything was going fine
until capture the flag one day
your cabin has been assigned the same team as the ares cabin, so you thanked the gods that you wouldn’t have to go against your girlfriend, as much as you love her, she can be scary at times
back to present times, you watch as clarisse makes her way back to your teams side with the flag from the opposing side
you smile, you would have to reward her for this later
or now?
you watch with a confused look as she shoved the flag into the arms of some random kid beside her, running over to you
and once she’s face to face with you she cups your face and pulls you in for a kiss
In front of everyone? this was new, you thought this was a secret!
you hear more campers making their way over cheering
did she know all these people were here?
many thoughts crowded your head, confused with the action, and when she pulls away you ask her the first that comes to your mind, “what was that for?”
“we won-”
you cut her off, “I thought we were keeping this a secret?”
“I- we are… we were, but I’m ready now” she smiles and oh gods you can’t be mad at her
you take her hand in yours, “I’m proud of you”
“I knew it”
you jump at the voice
annabeth
“pay up, I want my twenty bucks”
percy
“you put a bet on us?!” you ask
“chris started it, and I won”
you roll your eyes, “well I hope you enjoy that twenty bucks”
“I’m happy for you guys” annabeth gives you guys a soft smile
“you’re not going to think of me differently?” clarisse asks
“of course not! why would I do that?” percy asks like it’s the most obvious thing ever
clarisse looks over at you, making eye contact and she smiles
you mirror a smile
“no reason”
#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo series#pjo fandom#percy jackson#pjo#pjo spoilers#percy series#pjo hoo toa#xoxochb#clarisse la rue#clarisse pjo#clarisse x reader#clarisse x female reader#clarisse x you
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7 | Stuck
Series: Unexpected
Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: none
| MASTERLIST |
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Matt's eyes widen as he realizes it too, "Press a button again." She tells him so he goes to press a floor.
"Nothing will light up." He tells her, "Look." He press any buttons not caring about the game anymore.
"So we're stuck at the moment?" She huffs staying calm.
"Two people with bad anxiety stuck in an elevator together." Matt points out.
"Fantastic." She smiles.
"At least-," Matt gets cut off as a word comes through finally.
Locked
"Yeah, we're locked in here." Dani nods her head, "At least you're not alone." She looks over at him, "I'm sure it would've been worse."
"Yeah, I got you." He smiles.
"And I got you." She smiles as well.
"I'm looking forward to that free food." He brings up their deal.
"Don't worry, I'm still doing it." She lets him know while laughing.
Once again they stand in silence not knowing what to say to each other. It would have been different if it was her and Nick since they constantly talk on the phone together, but her and Matt were basically stranger. They only knew a little about each other just from seeing each other in videos.
"How long are you staying after this?" Matt breaks the silence.
"I don't know yet because I don't have a flight home yet."
"All three of you didn't get tickets at the same time?" He asks confused.
"No, because sometimes I also stay with my friend in LA. Her guest room is basically my room. I mostly live with Sam and Colby in Vegas, but I'll live with her at times too. She doesn't mind it because I help pay the rent too."
Now he understood why Nick and her never met up in the past, "Where do you prefer to stay?"
"Oh, I prefer LA but Colby prefers me to stay with him if I'm going to leave home."
"So basically," Matt mouths the next part since they were still recording, "he doesn't trust you?" Dani nods her head. "So you and Nick have been friends for a year now, talking?" He changes the topic.
"Technically two years and two months but who's counting?" She looks up at the ceiling making him grin a bit.
"You clearly are."
Dani looks over at him trying to keep a straight face but fails laughing, "Shut up."
"Shut up." He mocks how she said it laughing which makes her laugh more.
"Try pressing the button again." She tells him wonder if it would work now but when he does it still doesn't do anything.
"Wonder what the others are thinking?"
Dani chuckles, "Colby is losing his mind that I'm stuck in an elevator with a boy. Especially a boy my age." She looks over at him taking her eyes off the doors, "I'm not allowed to have guy friends unless they're his because he knows them and how they are."
"Hey, I'm a trustworthy guy."
"Trust me, I believe that just from what I see online." She lets him know and that makes him feel good that she sees him in that way.
"You know, I'm butt hurt you never tried reaching out to become friend with Chris or I after becoming friends with Nick." He gives her a look.
"Listen, hear me out." She starts to laugh, "I did think about it..."
"And?"
"I don't know? I just never did it. Then again Nick reached out to me in the beginning. He said he saw me in a TikTok went to my account thought I was funny then went to my Instagram to follow and message me." She tells him how her and Nick became friends.
"You know, I'm gonna say we failed at this game." Matt laughs, "We basically got interrupted."
"Yeah, we failed."
Matt goes to press the button and it finally works so they cheer as they head back down to the others that were talking about the two.
"They're taking super long." Sam says looking down at the box.
"It either worked or they ditched us for sending them." Chris says so Sam looks at Colby.
"They just ran off together." He jokes.
"Not funny."
"She can handle herself. She may be tiny but very mighty." Sam reminds his best friend about his sister.
"The door opens and they're makin out." Chris jokes only to push at Colby's buttons too with Sam.
"Hell no, he's so not her type." Nick laughs shaking his head no even though he was very far off unfortunately. Both his brothers had things that could make her heart race.
Yes
"You guys are making me nervous." Colby tells them stressing out about her alone with a boy.
"Hey Colby, it's okay. Matt would be too scared to make a move on your sister." Chris says before the elevators open up reviling the two.
"We got stuck for awhile." They both say automatically.
"Seriously?" Chris laughs making the two flip him off.
"Yes, the elevator wouldn't let us press any buttons."
The group finally head back up to room 525 for the Estes method. The room still smelled like ass so Colby looks in the closet and the rope in the ticks Nick off since it startled him. Matt asks if he should put it on but Chris tells him now while Dani says yes so he does.
"I wouldn't be surprised if there's like a dead squirrel under the bed." Colby says going over to the bed getting down to look.
"Colby's looking for a squirrel." Chris laughs at him, "How do you feel?" He turns to Matt pulling out his phone to take a picture of him.
"It looks like a karate belt." Nick laughs.
"Master Matt." Dani laughs as well.
"Give me like your best robe pose." Chris asks for a pic so Matt poses, "Give me relaxed." Matt poses again, "Give me sleepy." Matt fake yawns, "That was good." Chris laughs as Matt takes the robe off.
"So we were thinking that, you know, since Matt did the elevator ritual. You guys can go under the Estes." Sam tells Nick and Chris.
"Guys, I've been looking forward to this for awhile." Nick tells them, "Let's not get it twisted. I'm ecstatic."
"Plus I'm the best at asking questions." Matt adds since he has been all night getting something back.
"You also got stuck in an elevator again." Dani adds for him.
"That too."
"Oh it's not like you were stuck in there alone." Chris rolls his eyes laughing.
"Right, plus you were with the sweetest person ever." Nick adds.
#sam golbach#colby brock#sam and colby#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#oc#sibilings#matt sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo imagine#ff#fanifiction#fanfic#sturniolo fanfic#best friends#friends to lovers#chris sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo fanfic
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matt sturniolo x waitress!reader
the two of you probably met because him, nick and chris vlogged a ‘come eat with us’ at the diner where you work.
“hello boys, my name is y/n, i’ll be your server today, what can i get for you?” you voice, making your way out of the kitchen and over to the booth of three boys in your section. “hi, i’ll have the king cosmo special please,” the one sitting by himself speaks. the ‘king cosmo special’ being a meal made in honour of the head chef, whose nickname is cosmo. it’s not really a special, just two fried eggs on two pieces of toast, but cosmo wanted it named after him. “of course, anything for you two?” you ask the two boys sitting opposite him. “yeah, can i get the waffle supreme with extra syrup please,” the boy with the longest hair asks. “mhm, and for you?” you question the final boy, writing down the other two’s orders. “uhm- i’ll have the french toast, please,” he says, quietly. “mhm, is that with raisins or without?” you hum, earning a quick “without, please,” in response. “and what drinks can i get for you guys,” you finally break the eye contact between the quiet boy. “do you have pepsi or coke?” the long hair boy asks. “we have pepsi, is that alright?” you respond, getting an aggressive nod from him back. “okay, pepsi, and for you two?” you gesture between the boy on his own and the quiet boy with your pen. “i’ll get an oreo milkshake, please,” the boy on his own speaks. “oreo milkshake, you get free refills on those by the way,” you tell him. “i’ll take a root beer please,” the quiet boy speaks up. “okie dokie, i’ll bring those out for you now,” you say before turning around and heading back to the kitchen. “alrighty here are you drinks,” you say, placing the tray down and handing the glasses to the boys. “your food will be out soon,” you walk back to the kitchen. soon enough their food is ready for you to take to their table. “so we have the king cosmo special, the waffle supreme and the french toast,” handing them each their plates, you speak. “thank you so much,” the boy on his own tells you. “no, thank you, if you need anything else i’m happy to help,” you smile before winking at the quiet boy and walking away. after they pay the bill, you walk back to find a $50 tip and a phone number written on the bill. you have no idea whose number it is, but you decide to call it anyway. of course, it ends up being the quiet boys number and it turns out he’s not so quiet after all. you stay on the phone with him until your break is over, and call him again when your shift is done. you find out he, matt, and his brothers, nick and chris, are youtubers and have recently moved to la. since then you and matt have been a little more than friends.
he often visits you when you’re working and you two spend your break making out in the back room. you always offer to pay for him, but he always refuses and leaves you a relatively large tip.
he also tries to get nick and chris to vlog there again just so the camera can see you. because of his constant whining nick just ends up inviting you over theirs to be in a vlog. you probably all went thrifting together or something but the fans end up loving you (most of them anyway) and beg for you to come back.
i feel like matt would try befriend your boss so he can convince them to let you have a day off to spend with him (spoiler alert !! it works).
matt also always lets you vent to him whenever you’ve had a long day at work. whether it’s customers being bitchy, you being overworked or even just you spilling coffee on yourself, your boyfriend is always there to comfort you.
he definitely wanted your first date to be at the diner, but thankfully you refused because god knows how weird that would be. he took you to an arcade instead and did in fact win you a waffle plushie to keep.
a/n : this is kinda short but idc i think it’s cute. my first work !! please be nice; feedback is appreciated :) also masterlist coming soon 🙌
#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo imagine#sturniolo imagine
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