#carrington one shot

[strangelysamantha]

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carrington x reader.

summary: helping carrington through a rough patch after a huge wave of haters has overwhelmed him and made him unmotivated.

a/n: currently working on a smutty req for carrington but i figured since i had this done id post it now, and ill post the other one tmw. like and reblog if you enjoy! this is my first carrington story but i think he’s so pretty and very funny. asks are open so send in more requests!!!

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“where the hell is carrington?” jake is storming around the house with his hands on his hips. he stops outside of carringtons door. he taps his foot before rudely banging on his door. you laugh at the theatrics. johnnie, in the midst of all this chaos, is also frantically looking for his blindfold since his video idea involves one. “do you know where carrington is?” johnnie laughs, “i have not seen him for an hour.” jake rolls his eyes, “we need to get more content out. carrington has five minutes before i decide to film without him.” jake apologizes to you before he storms away from his door, you watch in awe as the two of them start scrambling for all their props.

you hesitate, but give carringtons door three light knocks. you hover closer to the door, desperate to see if he lets you in. “JAKE GO AWAY!” you look around, “it’s not jake…” you bite your lip, swaying awkwardly in front of the door. “oh shit, i’m sorry. come in.” he unlocks his door, twisting it open.

“hey are you feeling okay, car?” his usual smile is an a downward expression, he has tear marks on his face. the sight of him made you feel distraught, determined to get to the bottom of his pain. “what’s wrong? you can talk to me. i promise.” he shrugs, “this is just a lot. having more fans, getting all this hate. it takes a toll on someone.” you frown, giving him a reassuring rub on his back. “and now jake is stressing me out. he keeps putting timelines on the videos we have to film.” you nod understandingly. “it’ll be okay? alright? if you aren’t feeling up to the video i’m sure jake will understand. at the end of the day, he’d rather you be okay; then push yourself too far, yknow?” you words comforted him, but he still felt wrong.

“i owe it to the fans though, i can’t let them down.” you sigh, placing your hand on his knee. “if they’re really your fans they can go a couple days without content. they should be okay with you taking a break, to rest.” in carringtons head he was swimming with doubts. he wanted to believe the fans would be supportive, but he also didn’t want to disappoint anyone. he stood up, mumbling a small thank you. he pulled you into a tight hug, your arms around his neck, his arms around your waist.

“i’ll be there the whole time when filming okay? if you need a break tell me. i’m good at interrupting and delaying the process.” he grins, recalling the numerous times you had interrupted the scene to point out costumers in the back ruining the bit, or the camera being too blurry. you only did it if you felt like it would ruin the video; you tried to avoid interrupting the flow. however, carringtons comfort is more important to you then being perceived as annoying by jake and johnnie. “okay, i’ll try.”

“that’s good! i’m proud of you.” he hugged you once more, leaning down, he placed a kiss on your lips. “you’re so sweet to me.” you shake your head, “car, you deserve so much love.” he smiles softly at you. “now, get ready!! we have a video to film.” he rushes to his closet to change his clothes. you leave the room, giving him time to finish getting ready.

you ran into johnnie, who now had full arms of random props, “what are you going to do with half of this stuff?” you question. he shrugs, “make a good video.” you smile at him. “that’s the goal.” jake comes around the corner with some stuff from his room, intended for the video. “carrington are you filming with us?” jake asked. the door to his room opened, carrington came out with a huge grin on his face, his humor back in tact. “hell yeah i am.” you clap, glad you were able to motivate him. johnnie is happy too, “finally! let’s do it!” jake leads the group to the camera set up, the three of them sit on chairs facing the camera. your eyes linger on carrington the whole time, ensuring he felt safe and comfortable during the filming process.

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[uhcalli]

bro i need more carrington fanfics. any recommendations?

[sturnioloxplr]

idk if yu do smut but i have a request for itt!!

i wanted to know if yu can do smth like a collab with sam and colby and were a medium like amanda and sam started to have a liking for yu and we either end up like doing “it” in the haunted location or at the hotel wtv suits yu bestt.

-💝

yeah totally I can do that

It was supposed to be a normal day at the mispa little did you know things would take a turn fast

As you walked into the room you could not only smell Sam's clonde but also a demonic present

"i don't feel great"you said then you screamed

"WOAH woah y/n you ok"Sam said

"there's a lady at the bed..."

Colby who was laying on the bed just after finishing talkong to rose looked at you

"Wait !what "he screamed

Time skip cause I'm to lazy

Sam smashed his lips against yours the sweet taste of water and lip balm from your lips rose at your taste buds

His hands travler down to your skirt he reached in and pumped inside you

"fuck"you wined

"I barley even touched you and your wet already"

He soon spotted and then he entered you

You screamed out

"he you like this don't you ?"Sam smirked

You nooded in response seen as you could barley talk

Soon enough her goes fast and faster

"I'm gonna-"you screamed

"me too..."he moaned

Soon you leaked his cum inside you his seed painting your insides

"fuck..."he moaned

He then pulled out and lifted you up and indie the bath

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Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoyed it

And happy Halloween 👻🎃

[sh4wty18]

masterlist!

(🎬) = fluff (🗝️) = angst (📸) = suggestive / 18+ content

jake webber:

one shots tiktok pt. 1 🎬📸 tiktok pt. 2 🗝️🎬 girlfriend. 🎬 crush. 🎬 best friend. 🎬🗝️ call it what you want. 🎬 i love you, i'm sorry. 🗝️🎬📸 migraine. 🎬 don't leave. 🎬📸 everybody talks. 🗝️🎬 or what? 📸 18+ MDNI sextape. 📸 18+ MDNI 'tis the damn season. 🗝️📸

extras 🎞️ blurbs sunshine x sunshine. comfort after a long semester. grumpy x sunshine. exhibitionism. 📸 gift giving. gentle lover. 📸 dealing with stress. jealous!reader. 📸 size kink. 📸 meet cute. taking his gf to concerts. bookish!gf "angel". headcanons x pregnant!reader. x autistic!reader. x fashionicon!reader. x 2006emo!au. nicknames.

johnnie guilbert:

makeup. 🎬 rough day. 🗝️🎬 party. 🎬 i want you. 🗝️🎬📸 song about me. 🗝️🎬 date night. 🎬 sleepy. 🎬 anniversary. 🗝️🎬 insecure. 🗝️🎬 fight. 🗝️ panic attack. 🗝️🎬 📸 confession. 🎬📸 you forgot my birthday. 🗝️ playing cupid. (featuring jake!) 🎬

extras 🎞️ headcanons x pregnant!reader.

matt sturniolo:

extras 🎞️ mood boards matt x evermore. matt x ttpd: the anthology.

chris sturniolo:

one shots late night cuddles. 🎬 in the car. 🎬

series girl of your dreams. intro one two three four five [complete]🗝️📸

extras 🎞️ mood boards chris x 1989. chris x lover.

nick sturniolo:

extras 🎞️ mood boards nick x reputation. nick x midnights.

tara yummy:

one shots fireworks are scary. 🎬

extras 🎞️ blurbs tall!reader. 📸 headcanons x fem!reader.

carrington:

extras 🎞️ headcanons x fem!reader.

[freshxsturniolo]

4th July - chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary / warnings ; inspired by jake webbers 4th july party vid!! mentions of jake, johnnie, carrington and tara as well as the triplets. flirting, fluff.

PT2

"oh fuck, put me down" you laugh through a mouthful of beer, jake holding your legs on his shoulder as tara pressed down on the power button to the keg you were gripping hold of.

you hear the people around you laughing as you feel jake slowly lowering you to the ground and you whip your head back up, swolling down the beer. you wince as the liquid finally flushes through you and you feel two hands clap on your shoulders, the sound of your more recent friend carringtons voice in your ear.

"took that like a champ" he laughs, and you turn round to look at him with a grimace.

"that tastes like shit" you say, and he only laughs harder as he gives your shoulder a squeeze before walking off in the direction of the pool table.

you let your eyes adjust around you, the garden full of people you only half recognised, some you had never seen before in your life, before jake passes you an actual drink.

"here you go, m'lady" he chuckles, and you swat at his arm but take the drink gratefully.

"do you even know everyone here, jake?" you ask, looking around the garden again, and jake pulls you by the elbow closer to him as carrington now wants to take your place with the beer keg. a group of his friends already ready to hold his legs whilst tara stays put on the ground to be the one to assist him.

"no." jake admits, and you give him an eye and he shrugs. "some are johnnies friends. some carringtons. some i just invited to be nice." he laughs, and you can't help but laugh with him. he had always been so carefree.

johnnie comes bouncing over now, a giggle on his lips as he holds 3 jello shots in his hands.

"these were the last 3" he says, handing one to each you and jake.

"the last 3?!" you spit. "we spent hours making these last night. how many fucking people are here?" you laugh, but you all take the shots in one, grimacing as the vodka hits your mouth. you pass the empty container back to johnnie who hurries off to the throw them in the trash, at the same time someone you had never seen before catches jakes attention. he gives you elbow a quick rub of reassurance and you give him a smile, knowing you'll catch up with him later and set off to make yourself mingle with the people here.

but it only takes you a few steps before your eyes meet with the person you've been secretly waiting to arrive.. his blue eyes staring at you deeply.

you're drunk, you know you're drunk, the beer from the keg and the jello shot hitting you immediately after already copious amounts of alcohol you'd been drinking through the day, but you let your face stay calm as you give the blue eyed boy a small smile.

chris sturniolo is leaning against one of the fences in the garden, staring at you with a smile on his lips. his two brothers matt and nick are not too far away, but they're engrossed in a conversation with someone you don't recognise and are yet to notice you.

you take a deep sip from your cup and start the walk over to him. he's looking you up and down, which you can hardly expect anything less. you're wearing the exact same outfit as tara. little shorts and a bikini top, only yours is blue and hers is red, and you have to admit you'll likely a little too exposed. you feel his eyes on you, taking in every inch of you, but you appreciate the way he looks you straight in the eyes as you finally reach him.

"that was pretty impressive" he says, nodding over to the keg you'd just been drinking from. you smile.

"what can i say? im a girl of many talents." you laugh, taking another sip from your drink.

"that you are" he says, before he pushes himself off the fence and engulfs you in a hug.

there was something unspoken between you and chris. you had only met a handful of times, two of those being super brief when he was filming videos for jake and tara, yet somehow you could not keep away from him. you were constantly texting, after exchanging numbers over instagram dm after the first time you met, and you had continued to conversate with each other ever since. sometimes they were just flowing conversations, how are yous and what you up tos, sometimes they were deeper, about work and about the industry and about stress, but sometimes they were flirtatious, youre so prettys and wow you look in that recent instagram post.

you dont know what it was about chris sturniolo, but you enjoyed every second of him.

as you pulled away from your hug, you gave him a smile.

"do you not want a drink?" you ask, and he takes a peak into your cup.

"yeah, go on then." he smiles.

"what about these two?" you say, pointing to his brothers who had yet to acknowledge you yet. chris chuckles.

"matts driving and nicks got a meeting early tomorrow."

"too bad" you smile, and you grab his hand without even thinking, pulling him into the direction of the kitchen. you weave past what feels like hundreds of people stopping every now and then as chris daps up the odd person he knows, jake and johnnie being two of them, before you finally make it to the kitchen. you let go of his hand once you're there.

"okay" you say, leaning over to take a look at the ray of beers lined up.

"we got corona, we got some miller, we got some vodka,"

"corna will do" he says into your ear above the music and the bustle of people around you. you lean over and grab him one, passing it across to him before finding the bottle opener. he goes to take it off you but you pull your arm away, placing your hand right at the top of his on his bottle and staring straight at him, before you use the bottle opener to take off the lid. all the whilst your eyes on his.

he can't help but chuckle at you as he takes a sip, and you're about to say something when arms wrap around your neck.

"CHRIS" the voice shouts, and your hand instantly goes up to the arm you as you feel it as carrington.

"hey, man" chris nods, and you notice as he looks at both of your skin touching each other. you can't pretend it doesn't make you smile. so you play with him, you rub your hand against carringtons arm as he keeps it in place, but uses his free arm to clink drinks with chris.

"how are ya?" carrington says, and you take a sip of your beer before moving your head to look up at him. he looks down at you straight away. "what?" carrington says, and you laugh.

"nothing, carry on" and you divert back to chris.

"yeah, good man. real good." chris says.

"as you should be" carrington says, before he bends down so his cheek is touching yours.

"you need to come film a section for jakes video" carrington says, and you let out a groan. you had forgotten jake had meant to be filming the whole thing and you suddenly realise you hadn't seen him with his camera once.

"okay, okay" you say, and carrington finally moves his hand from around your neck and automatically grabs onto your hand. he's already striking up conversation with someone who's just past the three of you, so you use the short couple seconds to look towards chris.

"well" you start, holding up your drink to salute. "short and sweet, but duty calls. i'll catch you later?"

chris smiles, saluting you with his drink. "of course" and he turns around to walk off. you let out a sigh before giving carringtons hand a quick tug, which he turns around to look at you, then to the empty space where chris just was, and he nods in understandmant as he guides you back through the crowd, back out into the garden, and smack into the front of jakes camera.

it only takes a short few seconds before you're laughing, both jake and carrington with their arms around your neck as they sing along to the my chemical romance song blasting through the speakers. you're soon then joined by your best friend tara, who hands you all a fresh shot of tequila, and before you know it you're feeling lose again. dancing with your best friends, no care in the world if the camera is there or isnt.

unbeknown to you, chris is trying his hardest to distract him selves with conversations with this brothers and his friends at the party, but his always found yours. you singing with jake, dancing with tara and johnnie. he doesn't miss every second you get close to carrington either, and he starts to doubt all the conversations the two of you have had over the last few months. had he got the wrong end of the stick? where you just being friendly and he'd let his guard down a little?

after a another hour, you knew you were drunk. not just drunk, but the type of drunk where you go one of two ways. you either stay happy and giddy, or you fall down a pit of annoyance and you simply want to be left alone, but the music and the people surrounding you where only lifting your spirits as you took yourself to the kitchen to get another drink. theres people everywhere shouting your name as you walk through, and you smile and say hi to them, a few of your friends stopping you for photos, but when you finally reach to drinks table you let out a sigh of relief, reaching into your back pocket for you phone just to stand alone for a second.

you click onto instagram, already having being tagged in a few peoples instagram stories from photos you'd been taking throughout the day, a video on carringtons story of you upside down taking the keg, and you laugh as you reshare them all, before a text pings through.

chris : any chance we can properly say hi now?

you smirk at his message but whip your head around to look behind you, and see him standing against the kitchen door looking at you. you roll your head back and laugh, holding out your hand for him to come and join you. you notice the corna you had given him earlier is long gone and is now replaced by what looks like a standard beer, but his eyes are slightly red and you know he's had more than one or two.

"hi" you joke as he reaches you, taking your hand slightly as you let them slip to the side of you. he laughs, before looking towards all the drinks.

"are you sure you're okay to drink anymore?" he says, but you can tell he's being kind and not patronising.

you give him a side eye. "why, have you been watching me?"

his cheeks flush a little. "hard not to." he says, as he looks down at your body. now your cheeks flush, but you laugh it off as you reach over for a beer.

"im good. im a good mood." you say, letting go of his hand now and opening the bottle. "i could do with a sit down, for a few minutes though. are matt and nick still here?"

he smiles. "yeah, we're sat by the pool."

you groan in pleasure. "ugh, perfect. i can dip my feet in."

and you grab his hand again, pulling him out into the garden and smiling at the fresh air. your eyes scan the poolside, but chris steps infront of you slightly to guide the way. you hiccup slightly, and bring your hand to your mouth, and chris turns to look at you.

"sorry" you giggle, and chris look down at you.

"you're so cute" he says, and you notice that his eyes linger toward your lips for a second, but you shake it off as you move over to the pool, finally spotting eyes with his two brothers.

they each jump up when they see you, engulfing you in a hug, each telling you how incredible you look, before you all sit down by the pool again. theres a few others sat around in a circle, tara being one of them and she sticks her tongue out at you, which you return, before you sit closest to the pool, sighing as you deep feet into the cold water.

"that good?" you hear, opening your eyes to see chris has sat directly next to you, breaking up the circle completely. you were planning on twisting around ever so slightly to join in the conversation, but chris has completely blocked the way. you had to admit it made you feel a little giddy.

"so good. its SO hot" you say, facing back towards the pool.

"you could say that" he says, and you whip your head to give him a stare, which he just laughs at. you had not seen him for the last month. both of you so busy with work projects, and he had not long been on a few trips with his brother matt, and he had only grown more attractive to look at. his hair was a little long, possibly from travelling so much, he had a small bit of stubble that you'd never seen on him before in person, he's wearing a plain white tee and as you look down, black shorts. his legs were crossed but his knee was just inches away from your thigh, and you smile.

"what you smiling at?" he asks now, and you divert your eyes back to him as he takes a drink.

"we've never been alone together, did you know that?" you ask, and he raises his eyebrow, to which you roll your eyes. "i mean," you start. "we're always with people. someone else is always in on the conversation. i think todays the first day we've sat alone."

he nods as he looks behind him at his brothers and friends surrounding us, all engrossed in their own drunken little words, not even noticing that you and chris have distanced ourselves off slightly. you sit up slightly now, moving your hands away from the ground and grab your drink, taking a deep swig from it.

"its about time, dont you think?" chris asks.

"yeah. it is." you smile.

"i have to ask you something-" he starts, and you raise your eyebrow in anticipation, but you notice as his eyes scan the garden, his cheeks flushing slightly. "are you and-"

but he's cut off by a loud squeal. you each look up towards the noise as you see both carrington and jake holding tara in the air. one under her arms and the other her feet as they edge towards the pool. you both immediately let out a laugh as you watch the commotion, before the throw her into the pool. the water splashes up and towards you and chris, and you both move backwards to try and miss it, failing miserably as you both accidentally clash shoulders and get soaked through anyway.

"JAKE" you squeal, just in time for tara to emerge from under the water. it amazes you that her make up stays in the exact same position as she pushes her hair backwards, now completely soaked through.

"you're next" jake says, running towards you.

"NO" you squeal, but it's too late before jakes hands are on your waist. tara is laughing in the pool, egging jake on, and you can't help but laugh as jake tries his hardest to get you to stand up. when he finally does so, you let out a squeal and you can't help but automatically fly your hands out to chris, who laughs as he grabs hold of your hand.

"he can't save you" jake says, and before you know it you're flung in the air, hitting the water right next to tara. when you reemerge, you let out a splutter and wipe at your nose, letting your eyes adjust to the garden around you, but its only a matter of seconds before both jake and carrington canon ball in at either side of you, more screams erupting as you get soaked through once again.

"you're both INSUFFERABLE" you scream over the music, and you dodge carrington as he goes to fling his arms over your shoulder. he holds his hands to his heart, pretending to be hurt, but before you know it tara has flung herself onto him. you laugh at the two of them, jake dancing around trying to persuade others to get in the pool, and then you let your eyes divert to chris again. he's watching you with a smile, and you suddenly remember the conversation you were having.

you keep your eyes locked on him as you swim up to him, his legs still crossed at the edge of the pool, and you plant your arms on the ground to keep yourself afloat.

"what where you saying, before we got interrupted?" you ask, reaching out for your beer not to far away. chris watches you, his eyes scanning over your face, down towards your boobs pressed against the edge of the pool and you notice his adams apple bop up and down as he takes a deep swollow.

"nothing. its okay" he says, and you raise your eyebrow at him.

"tell me" you whine, and he looks towards the pool. your eyes follow him as you see tara on carringtons back, bopping up and down the pool, and you look back to him.

"i just - i - is anything going on, between you and carrington?" he stutters, and it takes everything in you to not smile. one, at the ridiculousness of his questions, because no, there was absolutely nothing going on between you and carrington, but two, the fact he cared. he cared enough to ask. you look at him, and suddenly you feel even more attracted to him. maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through you, but you pick up your hands and grab his.

"come in here" you say, and he widens his eyes.

"not a chance" he laughs.

"what you are scared of?"

"nothing"

"then get in" you say, and you let go of his hand, lay back, and push yourself off the wall of the pool and float backwards a little bit. when you look back up, he's staring at you intensely, but he still hasn't moved, so you shrug your shoulders and look towards carrington.

but that small little action makes something click inside of chris, and he's on his feet in an instant. you snap your head towards him, and you watch as he kicks off his shoes, socks following closely behind and a smile erupts over you face as you watch him. you hear nick and matt ask him what he's doing, but he ignores them as his t-shirt comes off next, and he gives you one last look before he dives in. theres a chorus of cheers around you as people notice another body in the pool, and a clap from carrington and jake as chris head reemerges from under the water. you laugh as you look at them, but when you look back to chris his eyes have never once left yours. his hair is wet through, in front of his eyes and already curling up, as he walks towards you. your heart is racing, theres something about this that feels different now. and when he finally reaches you he stops, pushing hair out of his eyes and rubbing at the water in his eyes.

when he's finished, you smile.

"is anything going on between me and carrington?" you repeat his words, and he looks at you intensely. and then you finally move. your hands around his neck immediately, your chest connecting with his as you move closer. this felt exciting, fireworks in your stomach. every single time you'd met up until now had been platonic. friends, who each time got more and more comfortable with each other. but the flirtatious texts had got more and more, the subtle comments on each other instagram posts had got more and more, and the alcohol surging through both of your bodies was giving a lot to answer for.

chris stares at you for a second, before a smile grows on his lips and he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in closer than you already where, and his eyes dropped down to look at your lips.

"thats what i asked" he says, but his voice had gone deeper.

he looks into your eyes and you smirk, a gravity pulling you together as you slowly move your head closer towards him, hands coming up into his hair before he finally closes that gap, his lips crashing against yours. it feels electric. you hate to be cliche but it feels like this has been brewing for so long and its finally happened. you can taste the hot dog he just had on his lips, but you don't care, because you probably taste like beer, and you can feel as his chest rises against yours, his hands slowly but surely sliding down until they cup the underneath of your butt, and you use it as a sign to bring your legs and wrap them around his waist. he smiles into the kiss, and you use it as your queue to let out a chuckle and pull away. you can feel his thumbs under the water caress you, and his eyes looked dazed.

"does that answer your question?" you ask, and he chuckles again, leaning in to pop a quick peck on your lip.

"yeah, it does." he says.

your eyes scan the people around you, and you notice that not a soul has looked in your direction. its like the two of you are wrapped in your own little bubble. when you look back towards him, his eyes are only on you.

"i want to take you home, right now" he whispers.

"do it then" you say back, feeling a little giddy, but he smiles at you and his next words make your heart swell.

"im going to be a gentleman, because i genuinely like you. are you free one day this week, for dinner?"

you smile, your heart beating. you're sure he can feel it against his chest.

"are you asking me on a date, christopher sturniolo?"

he smiles. "i am."

"then yes," you lean in and kiss him once more. "im free everyday this week."

"tomorrow?" he asks. you laugh, throwing your head back.

"tomorrow is good”

"great" he says, and then he spins you around in a circle, holding onto your tightly as you grip onto him even tighter, a laughter escaping the both of you as the world spins by.

all you know on that moment, is that there was something special brewing between you and the blue eyed boy.

didn’t intend for this to have more than one part but i kinda feel this going into a little few part series?? lemme know!

[hearts4golbach]

Innocent.

pairing:

Carrington x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

adressing the carrington fic shortage

proofread

warnings:

religion (christianity) mentioned, smut 18+, corruption kink if you squint, choking, unprotected sex (USE PROTECTION.)

word count:

1.0k

"and that's when I told him, I said 'honey, you hate red wine!'" your mother cackled from across the table.

Carrington, your boyfriend let out a small laugh. "that's hilarious." you said to your mother, trying to mask the sarcasm.

your parents had invited Carrington to dinner. you two had been dating for 7 months now, and you had never been happier. this was third dinner with your boyfriend and parents.

"mom, I think we drank too much to drive home." you lifted up your empty wine glass.

"why don't you two stay in the guest room?" your dad responded through a mouthful of food.

she gave your father a nasty look, mentally scolding him for talking with his mouth full. your mom hummed. "great idea! you two can come to church with us tomorrow morning!" she insisted.

you looked towards Carrington cautiously. "you want to?"

"yeah, sure. of course." he replied seriously. all he wanted was to make a good impression on your parents.

your mom began to pick up the empty plates off the table. Carrington shot out of his seat and began to help. "great! y/n, i'll text you what time you need to be ready by."

"mkay," you hugged both of your parents, wishing them a goodnight. "we'll see you guys in the morning."

Carrington thanked them for letting the two of you stay and said goodnight as well. you climbed the stairs with Carrington not far behind you. his hands slid down your waist, gripping your hips gently. you giggled, glancing behind you. he was staring at you, his eyes full of lust and admiration.

"you're fucking crazy," you muttered, closing the bedroom door behind you.

he pulled you close to him, your back pressing against his chest. "it's not crazy if you keep quiet." he kissed your neck.

you hummed in response. he turned you so you were facing him. his lips met yours, the craving for more of your kiss never subsided. his lips glided against yours gently as he ran you into the bed. your knees hit the edge of the bed, causing you to fall back onto the plump mattress.

you smiled, watching as carrington crawled between your legs. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed down your neck. he worked at your shirt, taking it off and tossing it on the floor. "might make you pull up to church covered in hickeys," he teased as he sucked dark love bites into your breasts.

"that's not a good idea." you breathed out.

"that's why i wanna do it." he whispered as he bit your earlobe. his hand slid under your skirt, teasing your core through your panties. "stay quiet for me and i won't."

you bit your lip and nodded in agreement. you suppressed small moans as his thumb pressed your clit, making you buck up into his hand. "so needy," he muttered, placing kisses along your jaw. "roll onto your side, mama."

you did as he told. you watched as he slid off his pants. he left his shirt and boxers on before climbing in bed behind you. he spooned you, letting his hands roam your body. you grind onto his aching cock. he moved your skirt up, bunching it around your waist as he grippped your hips. he rolled his hips, his hard dick hitting your clit at the perfect angle. you slapped your hand over your mouth, preventing a loud moan from slipping out of your lips.

he scooted his boxers down just enough. his cock sprung out, the tip resting against your ass. he pulled the covers over the two of you before pulling your panties off. he scooted closed to you, one hand cupping your hip as he aligned his tip with your entrance.

"please," you whimpered, pushing yourself further back.

"someone isn't being very holy." he teased. his free hand covered your mouth as he thrusted into you.

you choked on a moan, your jaw falling slack as he thrusted into you slowly. he cupped your mouth tighter. "doing so fucking good, babe. stay quiet."

you held his hand over your mouth tight, squeezing your eyes closed as your body was overcome with pleasure. he thrusted inside of you at. slow pace, his tip rubbing your g spot with each thrust. sweat began to bead on your forehead.

"harder," your pleas were muffled by his hand.

carrington removed his hand from your mouth. "repeat that, love."

"harder," you whimpered, ending up being louder than he liked.

his middle and pointer finger slipped into your mouth. his thrusts began to pick up as you swirled your tongue around his fingers. he pistoned into you, making small whimpers escape from you. you clung onto his arm as you arched your back.

"you like that?" he teased in your ear. "you're doing so fucking good."

you whined as you pushed yourself back onto him. you nodded your head, agreeing to what Carrington had said. his fingers moved from your mouth to around your neck. he squeezed tightly, cutting off your moans. your eyes rolled back as he pounded your G spot.

you let out a raspy moan, "shit, i'm so fucking close." you turned your head to kiss him.

his lips melted into yours as his tongue slipped inside of your mouth. you felt the coil in your stomach about to snap as he kept the pace he was at. he gripped your throat tighter as you kissed. "i'm so glad you're mine." he muttered against your lips.

your walls spasmed around his cock as you came. he helped you ride out your high with a few thrusts as he came inside of you. he kissed your cheek. "you were amazing baby," you felt his cock soften inside of you before he pulled out.

he helped you adjust your clothing, making sure to clean you up the best he could. you rolled over to face him, nuzzling your head in his chest. he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer.

Carrington gently kissed the top of your head. the two of you fell asleep not long after.

needless to say, you were walking a little wonky the next morning.

[ladyinsturniolo]

dj!matt & micro-influencer!reader meeting for the first time!

— to be aware of…. above pictures don’t define reader, use of y/n, recreational drug and alcohol use, a few already developed friendships, potentially incorrect dj terminology, grammar & spelling errors, semi-proofread, lmk if there’s more!!

the sun had just started setting, casting an orange glow over the furniture in your apartment through the window. the clinking of clutter echoed from the bathroom as you started getting ready. saturdays in california went fairly accordingly to unspoken plan, going out is a typical 20 something year olds event of choice on the weekends after all. a close friend, tara, offered to bring you out to some random house party in the hills… of course you said yes.

that brings you to now, stuck in a smoke filled room crammed full with far too many people. if it wasn’t for tara insisting on pregame shots you’d be drowning in the bodies and bumping music. you and tara were currently stood in the kitchen, boredom had just started seeping into your guys’ minds when tara got a text.

chri$

| u at the party? waiting for u at the booth if u want in

mrs. yummy 🙈

| otw!!! i’ve got a friend with me, is that okay?

chri$

| all good, come up

mere seconds later, you were being dragged through the swarms of people. the raven haired girl pulling you through the crowd only briefly explaining where you were moving to, something like ‘dj… friend of mine…more fun…’ that was all you heard… and really all you needed to hear.

when you finally made it to the booth, two taller guys, looking around their mid-20s stopped the two of you- but before they could even speak, a blue eyed boy with a black beanie on interjected. “i got them, they’re with me, let em’ up.” as the two men moved, the boy grabbed taras hand to guide her up the stairs and she held onto you.

the actual booth was crowded, not as bad as the party scene below however. as the unknown man and tara bantered for no longer than a brief second, she quickly turned around to you. “literally where are my manners,” she pulled the now familiar looking boy to face you, “y/n, this is chris.. he’s a good friend of mine!” chris smiled, tipping the drink in his hand at you softly. “s’ nice to meet you, y/n. glad to have you, make yourself at home or whatever the fuck i’m supposed to say…” chris said sarcastically. you’d known of tara’s group of friends, stalking on instagram late at night when bored does become a habit or something like that.

the tipsy giggle you let out was uncontrollable, “nice to meet you too, chris.” you smiled back in greeting, but before the exchange could continue, a drunken yell you knew too well cut you off. “Y/NNNN!!! TARA!!! finalllllly, my girls are here!!” the the partial weight of madison’s arm on your shoulder only has you stumbling with surprise for a second. you watched as tara had the same reaction, but you both giggled with glee nonetheless.

“already plastered, mads?” you hummed out teasingly, nudging your head against her lulling one gently as your hand found the brunettes wrist instinctively. “listen..listen… carrington made us pregame okay! remind me to never hang out with the boys before a party…” madison giggled as she glanced between you and tara.

the loud screech of the microphone turning on cut through the beat of ‘Les’ by Childish Gambino, which was met with boos before chris’ voice could be heard rasping through the speaker. “alright, cut that booing shit. we’ve got my boy matt up here in the booth tonight, he says he’s got some new shit in the mix for y’all t’night. turn up, and be safe!” it was then that a beat started playing once more, the lights pulsing with them.

“shit, it’s matt’s set.. let’s get up there!” tara yelled, pulling both you and madison through the group of people. the faces she pulled you around looked familiar.. this was her group of close friends.. tara invited you out with her close friends, you could almost cry if the lyrics if madison screaming the lyrics of her favorite song so slurred hadn’t made you giggle.

looking up, your eyes met matt’s side profile. he was a lot prettier in person over instagram… that was your initial thought, ‘why haven’t you come around sooner?’ was your second.

as the night pulled longer, and your attention pulled into new conversation and a few guts from particularly strong joint later… your thoughts never wavered from matt. so, when tara and madison got lost in conversation together, you lingered closer to the front railing of the dj booth. you wedged your way to the front, watching as his tongue poked his cheek, hands moving across the decks and mixers. matt looked up towards the crowd, glancing to the side for a second.. then double taking as he made eye contact with you. it only lasted a split second, as you felt a hand tug on your wrist; pulling you back through the crowd of people. “y/n! don’t run off like that!”

✻ ˖ ֹ ִ ⟢.

it was nearing the early hours of the morning when chris ushered matt into the little circle created by the group. “look whose finally off the clock!” chris said, shaking the boys shoulders, “chill, man.” matt spoke with slight annoyance as he tried to sip his modelo. “hey man, i’m just hyping you up after a good set.” chris replied, earning a resurgence of agreement from the group. “hey but we’ve gotta see what the newbie thinks, that’s what matters most.” carrington chuckled, earning a jab and a nudge from tara and madison.

you flushed, sudden attention and eyes beaming on you like a spotlight. though matt’s were the only ones you looked at in the moment - they were the ones beaming on you most intensely. “you’re awesome man.. totally awesome. like, really you are awesome at maintaining the crowd.. really… and your remixes are sick.. so sick.. you’re so cool.” you rambled, word vomit, shit. you rubbed your eyes, looking down and sighing in defeat. “let’s lay off the weed tonight, huh y/n?” tara giggled jokingly as she plucked the joint from your fingers.

however, when you looked up, he had the faintest smirk on his face… his eyes were still on you.

˖◛ . . A/N. thank you so so much for reading!!! if you would like to be added to the TL or have any thoughts, concerns, critiques, etc. let me know… bye bye now 🌹!!!

tl: @sturnioz

[respectmyfrench]

Reasons Why I think Azzi will be a top draft pick

1. Her quick release. Her pretty shot. That high release is what I love the most about it. Her calmness through it all. Before she got injured, she was working on her spacing and movements in play which was seen in a game against Texas (https://youtu.be/WkpDcVeWME8?si=RmleTQeLKtLb31Ft). Her behind the arc shooting has improved (https://youtu.be/lzmMXGvJhXc?si=tbscjdhv1gQb8dsi) Her defense is also good. Good arm length and athletic build. She has good ball handling skills. An amazing off ball player. She needs to go crazy with her shooting this year and I think she can do it. I truly believe she’s one of the greatest shooters and she just needs to prove it to y’all because I know 🤷🏾‍♀️ lol. https://youtube.com/shorts/beOVqydEo3A?si=05uqnQYQQ76EMpwL this was a month ago btw.

2. It's interesting that people say she might not be ready to join the league because she's not prepared for the physicality but I disagree. I think people underestimate her because she's a pretty player lol but she's also very strong. She's training with the best of the best from Chris brinkly, kelsey plum, to steph curry and under Armor etc. She handles contact well. Have y'all seen her new media pics? I know you see the increased muscle definition. She'll be alright. I actually think she’s in the best shape of her career right now https://youtu.be/EmEO5aweU2Y?si=VCmBVCzqWAMYmXjC

3. I don't write people off for injuries. Gabby williams, also a huskie, tore her ACL twice. Sue Bird, another huskie, a dawg! Brittney Sykes, big hooper. Dijonai Carrington had 6. SIX knee surgeries. I know y'all see her hooping. I think Azzi will be available to play early or mid December.

4. Her mindset. She's super resilient and a fast learner. that's the type of player coaches love. If she keeps the same determined mentality she has and take the pressure off herself, she will be great.

5. Her marketing pull. Let’s keep in mind that this is also a business. You have to be really well off for you to not consider the amount of fans and sponsorship Azzi can bring to the team. She is extremely marketable and already has a large amount of endorsements not to mention she has the Steph Curry co-sign. Are you really letting someone Steph Curry co-signs any chance he gets go second round?? Pls be fr.

Work it out

Now with that being said, there are things she can improve on. We gotta keep it real with people we want to succeed right? Okay. So Azzi tend to overthink sometimes. You can see it when she misses some shots sometimes, she gets in her head but she has seemed a lot less tense in general recently which is great, I wouldn’t want her to feel pressured or stressed this season. I noticed how she didn’t let anyone decide her song choice for first night which may or may not have been a statement about not letting outside noise get to her🤔🤔I’m probably thinking deep into it lol but yeah. She seems more chill. Just go out and do her thing. Also I would love her free throw percentage to go up. When she’s hot, she’s hot. The threes start flying. More great shot selections will be her bestie this season. I truly believe for her to be amazing, she needs to separate herself from Paige (on the court). Hoop Politics on tik tok made a great point saying that she has to stop deffering to Paige. She can’t always look to Paige to bail her out or look to Paige when she sees her. She has to be more aggressive just like Paige has to be more selfish. https://youtu.be/kzbA4avszQw?si=64Cj6uDgAEwHp6D8 that pass from nika to azzi 😮‍💨whew too good. That quick release! Y’all see her on the court without Paige though? I’m seeing playmaking, floor general, all types of leadership. She needs to find a way to keep this energy while her and Paige are in the backcourt. Both of them playing like this is easily a 30 ball for both each game🤷🏾‍♀️ congrats to 2025 big east champs UConn pretty much

Last thoughts

So final thoughts. Azzi is a top draft pick. Top 5 if she gets out this year. If she waits another year, I believe she’ll be top 3. The main reason I would want her to stay another year is so she can have practice leading a team and play more to get even more fit. Also to go on a championship run. I would soak up all the knowledge I can from geno while I still can. If she stays another year she can also prove she can stay healthy which of course also looks good. Ultimately this depends on her though and what she feels ready to do. There’s also the option to go straight overseas like Hoop Politics mentioned which I think also could be a good for her and then she’d be a top pick the following year.

So boom. Y’all been asking me in my messages for a while for me to post this. I appreciate that lol here it is.i hope it didn’t disappoint. My next one will be on Aubrey griffin, one of my top fav defenders in the ncaaw🤝🏾 https://youtu.be/LmMq57NUr4I?si=ACHa1cGo8nY7KB0p

[strangelysamantha]

could I request carrington fluff? Maybe carrington gets recognized at store by some fans and they poorly treat reader, and he starts getting protective of her. Just a thought ;)

recognition ❀

carrington x fem!reader.

warnings: slight bullying, passive aggressive comments, swearing, protective carrington!

summary: after some fans expressed they weren’t fond of you, carrington doesn’t let it slide.

a/n: thank you for the request! love yall <3 like and comment and check out my master list for my other stories!! short lil fluff for yall!! 😽

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you were at target, shopping with carrington for a video idea you guys had. however, since you and carrington had started dating, it didn’t take long for fans to put two and two together. you guys tried to keep it under wraps, not wanting a bunch of opinions about it. but, with numerous pop up paparazzi, and countless edits, it was no secret to anyone. a lot of fans supported it, they thought you were good for him.

“carrington! we’re huge fans, can we get a photo?!” carrington grins, glad he’s getting recognition. “of course!” he posses with them, and they happily snap photographs. the fans geek at the interaction, they notice you lingering and furrow a brow. “whose that ugly troll following you?” he turns around, to see they were talking about you. “hey don’t say that stuff, being mean isn’t cool.” they laugh, “don’t tell me that’s your girlfriend. you could do so much better than her.” he’s visibly upset now, uncomfortable by the so called fans. he frowns, “real fans wouldn’t judge the people i care about.” they shrug, “we just think you’re hot. we don’t actually care.” the two of them break out in laughter.

“don’t say that shit about her, that makes you guys sound lame.” he stares at them and they frown in response. “if you treat people that way, you can’t consider yourself a supporter of me.” he turns around to grab your hand, leading you away from the fans. they scoff, walking off. he pulled you into an empty aisle. “i’m so sorry they said that stuff.” you nod, “it’s not your fault.” he sighs, “i know. but i wish i could make it stop.” you pull him into a hug, “you still defend me, that’s the most i could ask for.” he kissed you sweetly, “you okay?” you nod, “i’m doing really good. happy to be with you.” his arm wrap around your waist as he guides you through the store, “i’m the most happiest i’ve been, with you. i won’t let anyone get in the way of that.” his words bring you security, and you feel safe with him. “thank you carrington.” he smiles, “of course.” he knew that walking so close to you around a busy target, would attract more eyes. he didn’t mind though, he was comfortable with you. he wanted to protect you; let everyone be aware of his feelings for you.

[quinnysnursery]

little!johnnie being super clingy w carrington but carrington loves it bc usually HE is the one being clingy when johnnie is big :(

johnnie would be following carrington around the house and constantly tugging on his shirt or hugging him from behind to get his attention <3

idk how familiar u are with carrington but i j think their friendship is cute !!

- 🪐

[🦇] someone new | carrington & johnnie guilburt one-shot

paring : little!johnnie x babysitter!carrington x cg!jake

summary : carrington spends alone time with regressed johnnie for the first time and realizes he isn't the only clingy one in the house.

warning/extra tid-bits : minor crying

word count : 1,836

divider credit : me ^-^

a/n : first time writing carrington >.<

(sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl !)

Carrington smiled, watching as Jake tickled Johnnie relentlessly.  “Dada!” Johnnie’s high-pitched giggles were definitely a first for the brunette man. 

Both Jake and Johnnie - though Jake mainly lead the conversation- had informed Carrington of Johnnie’s coping mechanism before he moved in. 

“We totally understand if you want us to stay out of your hair.”

“It’s NOT a kink! It’s nothing remotely like that.”

Carrington wasn’t a monster. If his friends swore to him that it wasn’t a kink, then he believed them. Eventually doing some more research of his own, he came to a more cohesive understanding. Johnnie’s regression came as a way for him to relive his youth without having to be crammed on a tour bus and well, how could Carrington hate that?

He told both alternative men that no matter what, Johnnie was free to regress as he needed. He meant it too. Johnnie was here first, it felt wrong to ask him to lock himself away in his room. Plus, maybe Carrington was a little curious to see what Johnnie acted like in littlespace.

Though he never actually thought he’d see Johnnie little. Not that he was opposed to it! He just figured Johnnie was a private guy and thought little Johnnie was the same. 

But, it was currently 3:30 pm on an afternoon and Carrington had found himself downstairs, watching Jake and Johnnie play wrestling on the couch. 

“I got you!” Jake hummed, laughing as Johnnie attempted wiggling out of his tight hug. Another high-pitched squeal came from Johnnie, once again taking Carrington by surprise. 

Realizing he was starring, Carrington sheepishly averted his eyes to the floor before beginning his walk to the kitchen.

“Carri-Carrin’ton h’lp!” Johnnie giggled, trying to push Jake’s arms to make him break the hug. Jake looked at Carrington, mouthing something about “You don’t have too”…but the brunette wanted too.

“Get off of him!” Carrington said playfully, tossing himself over the couch and helping Johnnie “escape” Jake’s grasp.

Johnnie instantly hid behind Carrington, wrinkling up his nose and holding his tongue out to his caregiver. Jake laughed before looking at his phone for the time. “Oh shoot, it’s lunch time. C’mon Johns, I promised you Daves.” The caregiver said, swiftly standing up and patting his pajama pants for his keys and wallet.

“Carri’ton come too?” Johnnie asked hopefully, still behind the brunette. “Uhh…it’s up to him, hun.” Jake explained, once again giving Carrington a look that said “No pressure!”.

He was going to make himself a grilled cheese and grab a coke from the fridge but…looking at Johnnie’s wide eyes…he couldn’t help but agree.

“I like Daves.” Carrington smiled, earning an excited cheer from Johnnie as he quickly began telling Carrington all about what he liked to order.

That’s how it started.

After that day, Little Johnnie seemed to always have some excuse as to why he ended up in Carrington’s room. Carrington couldn’t have cared less, he was absolutely delighted to hear what the mentally regressed boy’s excuse was each time.

“Carri’ton?” Johnnie mumbled, peeking his head around the white wooden door. Carrington turned his PC chair, a smile plastering itself onto his face at the sight of the emo boy.

It wasn’t just Johnnie’s clothing choices that made him look younger, though the baggier hoodies and sweatpants did help. It was the expression in Johnnie’s eyes. They were wide and looked around at everything just as a toddler would. Johnnie’s eyes held a childlike wonder when regressed, and Carrington couldn’t get enough of it.

“What’s going on, bud?” The brunette asked, placing his headphones on his neck. “Um…Jakey home?” Johnnie asked, wrapping a loose string from his hoodie around his finger anxiously. Carrington frowned, realizing the little was looking for his caregiver who’d left to film a video with Tara just moments prior.

“No bud, he left to film with Tara. Remember?” Carrington asked, before beginning to look around for his phone to text Jake.

“Oh..” Johnnie mumbled, his eyes darting around Carrington’s room. “I can text him for you, how does that sound?” Carrington offered, smiling as Johnnie nodded. 

Johnnie pushed the door the rest of the way open, making his way to Carrington’s bed and instantly melting into the various fluffy blankets that Jake had bought him during their target video together. 

“Comfy, huh?” The brunette smiled before sending Jake a text to let him know that Johnnie was little and in search of him. Johnnie nodded, his messy bed head flopping up and down as he did so.

“Are you hungry? I can make you something.” Carrington offered the little, who was now shaking his head no. 

“Thirsty?” Another shake.

Jesus, what did Jake do to keep the little entertained? Carrington tried racking his brain for things he’d seen Jake do whilst caregiving but ended up drawing a blank after realizing a big part of it was making sure Johnnie ate and drank.

It then dawned on Carrington that he didn’t really know what Little Johnnie liked.

“Carri’ton, ‘tuddles?” Johnnie’s words snapped the 22 year old boy back to reality. 

“Yeah! We can cuddle.” Carrington smiled brightly as he stood up and fell onto his bed, engulfing the regressor into a bear hug.

His love language had been physical touch since he was a young boy, he’d always be seen leaning against his mom or following his sister around. This continued into adulthood, with Jake he’d constantly find himself holding onto the punk’s arm or wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He loved it. He loved being so close to other people that you could feel the connection via their touch. Johnnie though…Johnnie wasn’t opposed to Carrington’s touch, if he was then Carrington would’ve backed off instantly. Johnnie just wasn’t used to being shown love physically, resulting in his shoulders becoming stiff everytime Carrington would latch onto him. 

Little Johnnie, seemed to have a completely different perspective on physical touch. Seeing as the little was currently trying to bury himself inside of Carrington’s ribcage.

“Okay, okay. I got you.” Carrington laughed as Johnnie fussed whilst getting comfortable. Somehow, his fingers found their way to Johnnie’s hair and that seemed to do the trick to get Johnnie settled. 

The two stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, Johnnie occasionally popping his head off of Carrington’s chest to ask a question that made the brunette glad he paid some attention in school.

“Why can birds fly but we can’t?” 

“Because our bones aren’t hollow, but theirs are.”

“But why can planes fly?”

“Because plane wings are made especially for flying.”

Eventually, that ended too. Leaving Johnnie playing with the strings on Carrington’s hoodie as Carrington’s fingers danced along his hair. “When’s Jakey gonna be home? M’ miss ‘im.” Johnnie mumbled, looking up at the brunette man with his big blue eyes.

“Um…I’m not sure bud, let’s check.” Carrington said, digging around the blankets before finding his phone and clicking on Jake’s texts.

“Stuck in rush hour traffic, you guys good?” 

Carrington frowned, they were technically good but he wasn’t Johnnie’s caregiver. He knew his comfort could only last so long before the little got antsy. 

“Whas’ it say?” Johnnie asked, a slight whine in his voice. “It says he got stuck in traffic, so it’s gonna be awhile.” Carrington’s face dropped when he realized the little’s lip was quivering.

“Hey…don’t cry, bud.” Carrington cooed, clicking off his pink phone and sitting up in his bed. Johnnie did the opposite, releasing all his tears at once as he launched himself at Carrington.

The regressed boy had fully wrapped his legs around Carrington’s torso, hiding his face in the crook of Carrington’s neck. It took everything for the brunette boy to not melt in a puddle right then.

Johnnie choked out a frustrated sob, mumbling something about “wanting Jakey now”. 

“I know buddy, I know…” Carrington began soothing, rubbing Johnnie’s back gently. Jake wouldn’t be home for at least another hour and Johnnie was clearly very upset about this fact.

Racking his brain for any ideas, it dawned on Carrington that movies always calmed him down as a child.

“Hey, how about this…” Carrington began, earning the attention of Johnnie. Johnnie picked up his head, facing the brunette man who took the opportunity to wipe away Johnnie’s tears with his hoodie sleeve.

“D’ya wanna watch a movie? By the time it’s over, Jake should be home.” Carrington smiled, the promise of Jake being home by the time the movie was over was enough for Johnnie to immediately agree, tears a thing of the past.

“Okay! C’mon, let’s watch downstairs.” Carrington beamed, proud that he’d successfully navigated what could’ve been a meltdown. 

“Popcorn?” Carrington offered, digging through their pantry. Johnnie nodded, making a small “mmhm!” noise with his mouth closed. The taller man nodded, unwrapping the popcorn package and placing it in the microwave. 

Johnnie held on tightly to the back of Carrington’s hoodie, keeping the other hand near his mouth as he chewed on his thumb.

“Bud, I dunno if you should be chewing on yourself.” Carrington commented, earning a dissatisfied huff from the little. Carrington let out a small laugh, shaking his head. Johnnie wasn’t this stubborn out of littlespace.

It was interesting to see how different little Johnnie acted from big Johnnie. The way Johnnie watched Carrington’s every move, or the way Johnnie clung by his side with zero hesitation. 

As the popcorn began popping, Johnnie’s grip on Carrington’s hoodie came loose and he opted for holding onto the man’s arm. Carrington smiled, assuring him that the popcorn had to pop, hence the name.

“We watch Skellin’ton?” Johnnie asked quietly as Carrington placed the bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table, turning on the TV.

“Huh?” Carrington asked, furrowing his brow slightly. “Skellin’ton.” Johnnie spoke again, as if what he was saying was obvious. 

Skellington? Who the hell was Skellington?

“Jaaack Skellin’ton.” Johnnie whined, shaking Carrington’s arm gently. “Oh! Nightmare before Christmas?!” Carrington asked, a smile wide on his face. Johnnie nodded excitedly, “Skellin’ton!” He beamed. 

“Yes, we will watch Skellington.” Carrington agreed, a small laugh escaping his lips as he found the movie on Disney+. 

The two shared the bowl of popcorn, Carrington commenting on how cool halloween town was which sparked Johnnie to excitedly explain that apparently there were other holiday towns that the movie never showed.

Carrington pretended not to know, because Johnnie seemed delighted to tell someone other than Jake this fact.

Eventually, Carrington felt a new weight be added on his shoulder. Looking over, the brunette boy couldn’t help but smile seeing that Johnnie had fallen asleep, hand gripping Carrington’s hoodie as if Carrington would even dream of leaving. 

A few minutes later, just as the credits began to roll…a panicked Jake Webber entered the house, instantly stopping as he saw his little asleep on the couch.

“How’d it go?” Jake asked quietly, looking at the empty bowl of popcorn on the table. Looking down once more at Johnnie, Carrington answered,

“Good. It went good.”

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[punk1nl0v333]

that was the game

in which you hate carrington bornstein. or do you?

warnings: use of Y/N, alcohol, kiss, cursing, implied!fem!reader, not proofread

you hated carrington. did you have an exact reason why? not necessarily. there was just something about the cocky, toothy smirk he always gave you when you were around, his lingering eyes anytime you wore something skimpy, and that damned laugh. you had to control yourself around him, one last angry outburst and he might clap back, and you couldn’t risk losing jake and johnnie because of carrington. each time you spoke his name it was laced with venom, spat from your lips, but deep down wishing it could be falling from your mouth like a prayer.

you walk into tara’s house, looking around as the party had begun. you were a bit late, since you had gotten distracted unpacking your belongings into your new apartment. you had agreed to match with tara for her fourth of july party: a blue bikini to pair with her red one and the shortest shorts you’d ever worn. you shake off your nerves as you move swiftly and skillfully through the crowd, knowing your way around a party by now, especially being friends with tara. you greet jake, johnnie, and tara, who were standing and chatting. you hug them all cordially, crossing your arms in front of them.

“so, what’s the rundown on cute guys here? because i don’t spy an-” you were immediately cut off when your eyes landed on carrington. and his eyes met yours. shit. their steel blue color was more than familiar, and he flashed that toothy smirk as he shot you a side glance. he returned to his conversation, and you were momentarily dumbfounded.

“oh come on y/n, he’s not that bad,” jake encouraged, putting a large hand on your shoulder. you shook your arms out and exhaled slowly, deciding today would be the day you finally tolerate him.

“maybe you’re right…” you murmured as you mustered the courage to walk over to him. a trashy 2010’s style song began playing, and you felt completely hyped up.

“hey,” carrington cooed, redirecting his attention to you, that signature fucking smirk on his face. you sigh through your nose and lean down, grabbing a beer from the cooler beside him.

“sup.” you open the bottle and take a swig, trying to take the edge off with a bit of a buzz. you shift uncomfortably on your feet, the wedge sandals feeling all the more uncomfortable the longer you were there.

“nice outfit,” carrington compliments cautiously, eyeing you slowly. he noticed your shifting on your feet, and he snorted. “you uncomfortable or somethin’? you should’ve made a better footwear choice…” he trailed off as his gaze met yours once again. you roll your eyes and chuckle dryly.

“yeah, well… i had to choose something decently fuckin’ presentable.” he could argue that point. he knew most guys would never let their girlfriend out like that.

“your boyfriend must be furious, eh?” he nudged you, gesturing to her outfit with two fingers. you tightened your lips into a straight line. you shook your head and exhaled sharply through your nose, as if holding back a laugh.

“i don’t have a boyfriend,” you retorted, taking another swig of your beer. you had recently broken up with your boyfriend of 6 months, Mikey, and it was… rough to say the least. But you ignored those feelings and drowned them out with cheesy white girl songs from 2010. (real)

“that’s unfortunate, i know a guy who would really treat you right,” he spoke just loud enough for you to hear, moving closer and putting a gentle hand on your hip, pushing you against the counter. people were completely surrounding you, but nobody was paying you any mind. it felt like it was only you and him. “but if you’re not looking right now~” he teased, his hand moving up from your hip to the base of your ribcage, rubbing his thumb over your soft skin. those same steel eyes you always resented were now boring holes into you as he awaited an answer.

“i wouldn’t say i’m not looking.” you lazily drape your arms over his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him closer. your breath mixing with his and the faint smell of alcohol on his breath was driving you insane, but you had to resist.

he looked down at you with a genuine smile, one you’d never seen before. your heart practically pounded out of your chest as he put his other hand on the counter behind you, pinning you there. you inhaled shakily and looked around, once again making sure nobody was looking at the two of you. thankfully, everyone was still distracted. carrington gently tilted your chin towards him.

“maybe i’m the one you’re looking for.” you wince slightly as his hand moves to grip your jaw, forcing your gaze to remain on him. before you could even respond, his lips were on yours. you had mindlessly moved your hand to cup his cheek, keeping him close as he deepened the kiss. you became consciously aware of what you were doing, and pulled away.

“this… what… does this mean anything to you? is this a game?” you knew carrington wasn’t a player, but what if he was just playing you, what if this was all a game to him. he took a moment to compose himself before answering.

“me ‘hating’ you, that was the game. this right now is real.” he could barely finish his sentence before your lips were back on his, this kiss more needy than the last, leaving you desperately grasping at him. the taste of alcohol still lingered between the both of you, but you had both sobered up simply from the contact. he pulls away slowly, his eyes unable to open for a moment. you meet his steel blue irises once again and feel at peace.

“i never really hated you, carrington…”

[sh4wty18]

Hi, i was just wondering if you could maybe do a carrington x reader? I rarely see any and it would be nice to get to read one from a good writer. Doesn’t matter what it’s about. Thank you >333

since i’m taking a break i probably won’t be writing a one shot for this request but i still wanted go give you something <3

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dating carrington hcs!

purple = reader blue = carrington

tw: nothing here is an accurate representation of carrington in real life! this is all fictional and for fun only!!

★ despite his silly online persona, i actually feel like carrington would be the sweetest bf ever

★ for example he would totally buy you whatever you want, whenever you want it. even if you aren’t a person to ask for material things often, if you even SLIGHTLY express interest in something, he’s buying it for you.

*after giving you a hundred dollars worth of merch for an artist you mentioned liking once* “do you like it baby?! i remember you saying you liked them so i decided to get you a little merch!! if you don’t like something we can return it and exchange it for something else, i just wanted to surprise you!!!” “uh… yeah! (you don’t even remember saying you liked the artist) thanks baby😀”

★ he asks you to move in like… two months into dating. what can he say? he falls FAST!

★ you have to remind him that the relationship is still new, and maybe you can move in together after you hit the one year mark :’) he is sad but understanding

★ he writes songs about you all the time

★ he wants you to be in his tiktoks so badly he’ll beg you to join no matter how cringey they are

★ i feel like he would take the time to research your interests. so say you like reading, he would definitely buy copies of your fav books and read them just so you would have more to talk about

★ becomes your free personal trainer :D

“THREE MORE REPS BABY YOU GOT THIS!! CMON BABE!!!!!” *and then after you finish the workout* “YESSSS THATS MY SUPER STRONG GIRLFRIEND”

★ the most Physically Affectionate™️ person you’ve ever met. he will be attached to you at all times. like literally the man will have his hand in your pocket, finger through the belt loop, arm around your shoulder, anything to make sure he’s touching you 24/7

★ you guys hit the penjamin on stream together and act silly and it’s always a fun time for you two AND the viewers lol

★ fake dating trope irl bc he likes to prank his fans and you’re just along for the ride

*while on stream* “guys were not dating i swear” *kisses you on the mouth*

★ accidentally says “i love you” like a month into the relationship (you say it back because it’s hard not to love him immediately)

*laughing at a joke you made* “see, this is why i love you! uh i mean um—” “don’t worry car, i love you too :)”

[lmaopuli]

Tattoos and Tequila

— a fluffy Mason Mount blurb

Warnings: just brief mentions of alcohol?

Word count: ~1k

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“I didn’t know you had all these.” Mason mumbled in your ear behind you, fingers grazing the tiny tattoos on the back of your arms.

“Well that’s because you’ve only seen me in my work uniform, genius.” You smirked, trying to play it cool as you turned around from the bar. But the glint in your eyes gave it away, you were so excited to finally see Mason outside of Carrington.

All the United team and staff were out celebrating the end of a successful season. The evening started out with a proper awards night, with the women in gowns and heels and the men in suits. Of course, the boys didn’t want to end the night there. Thus you, and some of the other younger staff members were invited to the club as well. Going out and getting wasted wasn’t your usual thing, but after seeing Mase in that fitted, grey suit, you needed to see what he looked like in the club—you wanted to see him let loose a bit after a tough but rewarding season. And you know what? After a season of tending to injuries and performing god knows how many physical exams, you deserved a night out too.

So here you were, in your best clubbing outfit, waiting at the bar for at least half an hour alone. You’ve been sipping away at your tequila soda, impatiently waiting for the man you’ve been crushing on this whole year. Checking the time on your phone for the millionth time that night, you were so close to leaving. But low and behold, Mason just had to be fashionably late. Luckily he found you just in time, before you decided to leave for good—and thank god he did. There he was, in a simple white shirt, jeans, and his signature black sunglasses. He always looked good to you, but something about the way he looked tonight, his touches and comment about your tattoos, and the tequila in your system made your heart pick up and your mouth go all dry.

“Has anyone told you how silly your sunglasses look at night?” You cheekily questioned, trying your best to not make it obvious the effect he had on you in that moment.

“Really?” He chuckled, sliding his sunglasses off, “you might be right.” But instead of keeping them on his shirt or at the bar behind you, he slid them on you, slowly going up the bridge of your nose. “I think they might actually look better on you, love,” he mumbled, his hand now resting on your jaw. And while your vision was now much darker because of his sunnies, you swore his charming smile was still the brightest thing in the room.

Oh, you were in for a long night.

“Let’s take a shot,” you quickly blurted out, unable to look at him anymore. The liquid courage from your tequila soda was dwindling, and you needed more immediately.

Mason, on the other hand, loved seeing you this flustered. At work, you always kept it professional, but almost too much so for his liking. Initially, he couldn’t even tell where he stood with you. You’d been hired only a few weeks after he joined the team. The first day he saw you in the physio room, he had become so flustered himself. To be fair, he wasn’t used to a girl physio, and a gorgeous one at that. When you flashed your pretty smile at him saying goodbye at the end of his physical, he couldn’t help but wonder if you flashed that smile to all of his teammates. Maybe you were just this kind to everyone?

His thoughts changed a few months later, though. He had picked up a slight shoulder injury during training and the coaching staff urged him to the physio room right away. For some reason, you'd been the only staff member in the room that afternoon. Your eyes went wide at Mason telling you what happened, immediately helping him remove his shirt so you could take a better look at his shoulder. You weren’t prepared to see what was underneath, however, and Mason definitely noticed your gaze on him, trailing down his abs and on the various tattoos he had scattered around his upper body. At that moment, he knew you felt something too.

Mason wasn’t big on taking shots, but if the girl he’d been thinking about all season asked to take one with him, he was gonna do it. He removed the hand cupping your face, reaching to grab his wallet to pay the bartender, but his eyes never left your frame.

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“You got any more of those?” Mason asked later in the night, “tattoos, I mean.” His fingers started absentmindedly grazing the ones on your arms again.

“Yeah,” you answered, “I have a few more you can’t see.”

“Well,” Mason followed, “when can I see them?” His face dropped and immediately went red, just now realizing how suggestive he sounded. Why did I just say that?

Yeah, he wanted to see more of you, but he didn’t want to scare you off. He was internally freaking out, worried that he ruined his chances at being more just “colleagues” with you. He wished he hadn’t given you his sunglasses before, so you couldn’t see the embarrassment in his eyes.

Noticing his cockiness slipping away, you just giggled. Of course, you’d let him see the rest of your tattoos one day. The ones no one else has ever seen. But you also had standards, and your feelings for Mase went beyond the physical. You didn’t want to rush into anything and jeopardize that.

“How about we start off with you taking me out on a date, Mount?” You asked, sliding off his sunglasses you had on to look him in the eyes.

His shoulders relaxed in relief. “Deal. What are you doing this Sunday?”

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So this is a different vibe than my first fic? Idk how I feel about it tbh, part of it’s loosely based on a real life experience I would’ve much rather wanted to have with Mase 😭 I’ll prob go back to soft fluffy fluff after this 🤷🏻‍♀️ Feedback, reblogs, and likes are so appreciated :)

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[ccfever]

thinking about how pete maravich’s coach was his dad and according to the voices in my head (i read it somewhere and forgot where) the team ran the offense mostly through him, and that’s why he got the record and got insane usage. doesn’t mean he’s a bum but the team never won anything with the system running through him like that.

cc reached 3,668 points on 2,582 FG attempts.

pete maravich reached 3,667 points on 3,166 FG attempts.

makes sense because of the 3PTer and shot clock, but what’s more impressive to me is the fact that caitlin reached those numbers while being on a winning team. back to back national championship appearances, 3-time conference champions.

the difference imo is encapsulated in the fact that caitlin lead the country in points and assists. she just impacted the team in a way that lead to wins. a literal one woman offense.

her greatness doesn’t just elevate herself. it elevates the team. lebron esque.

i feel like people understate that part of her identity. nowadays she’s reduced to being a “good passer” but she’s averaging nearly 20 PPG with a broken shot. what’s gonna happen when her threes start falling?

all i’m saying is no one’s ready bro. she’s been playing bully ball lately too. when she gets a middy it’s so fucking over it’s not even funny lmfao

plus she’s a good team defender, comes with the IQ. she should be the worst defender on the team if you want to contend for a championship tbh. PGs are never meant to be defensive stoppers. but caitlin has more blocks than players like jackie young or dijonai carrington. so she’s not a net negative defender. not the best 1 on 1 defender for sure, but the coach should scheme to hide caitlin on that side of the ball.

i’m just growing tired of people not understanding the magnitude of her talent man like the haters are doing such a good job of downplaying who she is and what she can do as a player

[izzylovesmatt]

i hate you more 🥀

matt sturniolo

also if anyone as used the title i can change it and im not copying anyone im just bored

⚠️warnings⚠️ smut, 18+, pet names (baby,good girl,mommy etc), cussing, use of y/n, and so on

for context y/n is nathan's sister she's 22 years old she's also an actor and one of the triplets closest friends well besides matt, he always seemed to hate y/n for no reason, they used to be close but drifted.

hate

why do i hate him so much?i hate so much its like i don't hate him at all.

i wrote down in my journal today is the first day of september and i need to understand i need to know why we hate eachother or atleast why he hates me. my phone starts to ring "hello" i say answering the phone "heyy y/n are you doing anything tonight" my best friend nick says from the other line, "uhh no why do you ask"

"well only because the biggest party ever is tonight and i saw that you were invited it's a halloween party so bring a costume we're picking you up at 8 love you see you then"

"wait nic-" i say before he hangs up the phone. ughh i do not wanna go to this stupid party, i don't even have a costume

time skip

it's now 7:30 and i'm almost ready in my harley quinn outfit, with my low blonde pigtails with blue and pink ends, i have harley quinn's classic makeup, fishnets with a couple holes, really short shorts that compliment my ass, a shirt that says "daddy's little girl" on it that shows basically my whole tits and a leather jacket halfway off my shoulder. perfect my costume looks amazing.

i turn my vlog camera on "hey guys so i'm not gonna be videoing at this party but since it's jake johnnie and arrington party im sure you guys will see me on video somewhere tonight, anyways im about to leave and i will see you all in the morning" i say before shutting the camera off and fixing my lipstick.

i hear my phone start to ring

"helloooo"

"hey girl we're outside"

"okay coming" i say before hanging up the phone taking a quick fireball shot then rushing out of my house and into the triplets car.

"hii guys" i say sitting next to nick and buckling my seatbelt

"hey you look nice" chris says

"thank you, you don't look to bad yourself" i say back

"are you kidding me?" matt says

"um what" i say confused realizing that matt had dressed up as the joker

"heh that's awkward" nick says while chris snickers with him

"i'm going home and changing" matt says

"oh don't be so dramatic matt lets go we're gonna be late" nick says hitting his shoulder

i roll my eyes and we drive to jake johnnie and carriontons house, when we show up the person to greet us is carrington, me and carriongton were in a movie together so that's how i know him and i've know jake and johnnie for like 1-2 years.

"heyy y/n you look so hot" carrington says already drunk

"hi carrington" i say laughing while hugging him back, i notice matt staring at the fact carringtons hands are low on my back. we walk into the party and i greet tara who is in her jennifer's body costume

"hey girl you look so good" i say hugging her

"heyyy"

"im gonna get a drink it was nice seeing you" i say walking over to the drinks seeing matt and he's already on his second one

"woah slow down there mr driver" i say pouring my self a solo cup with half the cup with vodka and the other half a coke

"shut up" matt says taking another sip of his drink already pouring himself a third

"matt seriously chill your third already slow down" i say taking a sip of my drink

"make me" he says obviously already getting tipsy

i roll my eyes and take another sip of my drink giving turning around giving matt a whole veiw of my ass, i can feel his eyes on me, suddenly a strong arm grabs me

"come back here y/n" matt says pulling me close to him taking a shot then a sip of his drink and pouring himself another one

"matt we have been here half an house and your already drunk" i say taking a shot then refilling my cup starting to feel the alcohol

"shhh just listen to the music" he says

"what are you- are you crazy matthew?"

"say my name again"

"you have lost your head"

"your so beautiful did i ever tell you that" he says cupping my face and staring into my eyes

"matt you should probably shut your mouth before you say something you don't wanna"

"but i do wanna say it"

"matt-"

"your so so sexy and funny. but i still hate you"

"i hate you more"

matt suddenly finishes whatever drink number he's on and wraps his hand around my waist exept his hands are literally on my ass

"such a perfect ass yeah?"

"feeling not so shy today huh?"

"i'm glad we're matching"

"yeah?"

"EVERYONE LETS PLAY TRUTH OR DARE SPICYYYY" larray says hinting for our big group to sit down and play

at one big table there was jake johnnie carrington matt chris tara nick larray y/n sam colby and few other people

"okay bitches i'll go first... y/n truth or dare"

"dare."

"okayyyu i dare you to sit on the person who is the most attractive's lap for the rest of the game"

"okay fine" i say getting up and walking over to matt and sitting on his lap, as i sit down matt puts his arms around my waist and holds me

"clostest i've ever seen them were their not fighting" chris says laughing

"shut up chris"

"okay but it was kinda obvious matt wanted y/n" nick says whisper to chris

"bros whipped" he says whispering back, him and nick exchange chuckles while it's matt's turn to get asked

"matthew sturniolo truth. or dare." chris says

"dare"

"i dare you to do a body shot with the person who has the matching harley to your joker" he says smirking. matt looks at me for an okay sign, i look at him like i was begging him to do it. i lay on the table and he does the body shot keeping eye contact the whole time he did it

"okay like get a room" nick says making everyone laugh

after matt had got the line out of my mouth i pulled my shirt back down and sat back onto his lap

"i would pay you to do that 100 times" he says in my ear

i can't help but smile, a little after the game ended matt at still not gotten up not letting me up aswell.

as i try and get up he pushes me down back onto his lap this time i feel something hard under me his dick

"matt-"

"stop you can't get up"

"too bad im thirsty" i say as i get up off of him and walk over taking a shot then getting another drink.

suddenly i feel a pair of hands on my waist

"i need you so bad pretty girl"

i hear matts voice low and seductive in my ear

"i have to host this game in like 15 minutes i cant matt not now"

"no you have to just give me ten minutes"

i put my drink on the counter infront of me and turn around now facing matt putting my hands around his neck as i kiss him, he kisses me back right away hungirly like he hasnt had any physical touch ever in his life.

"so so so needy" i say as i pull away from the kiss and take his hand and lead him to the closet and lock the door

"not here w-what if we get caught"

"you wanted it so bad now take your pants off"

"b-but-"

"off." i say as he slowly unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down revealing the hard bulge in his boxers, i slowly get down onto my knees and palm him through his pants

"f-fuck stop teasing please Y/N i need this"

"be patient" i say slowly pulling his boxers down as his dick springs up and hits his stomach precum already leaking

i slowly wrap my hand around the base of his dick flicking my thumb over his tip

"fuckk mmph please m-more"

"shhh cant be too loud dont want anybody hearing now do we?"

"n-no dont want that mo-baby"

"you can say it matty" i say seeing matts embarrassed expression and rosy cheeks

"thank you mommy"

i spit on his dick then slowly stroke his swollen hard dick

"mmph more mmh please"

i pick up the pace go faster and faster each second

"fuck fuck mmph so so close"

i slowly start to stop going slower and slower each second, matt was so close one more stroke and hes done all his orgasm falling away causing him to physically groan

"no no why did you stop mommy i promise ill be quiet"

i kiss his tip causing him to whimper my name once again, i start stroking him again so fast not even matt can comprehend the pace

"nnngh so so close please"

i slow down again and flick my thumb over his tip every time i reached it, not going fast whatso ever

"fuck fuck please"

i flick my thumb over his tip one last time then i start going faster then slower then faster again

"fuckk dont stop"

"Open your mouth"

i open my mouth listening to his commands, as i do he almost immediately cums into my mouth, i feel his warm seed falling down my throat like water. i swallow everything there still being some on my chin.

"fuckkkkkk" he whimpers as im still stroking him

'nghhh mommmy im sensitive"

"sorry sweet boy" i say kissing his tip hearing him groan at the kiss and the loss of contact

"looks like its time to get back to the party, lets pull these up yeah?"

"i still hate you, halfway, maybe, maybe not" matt says as i pull up his pants

" i hate you more baby" i say kissing him but he pulls away not kissing back

"ew ew no im not tasting myself"

i laugh at his words then sneak out of the closet hoping nobody saw us, matt following behind me.

NICK

ew girl my brother

uhhh

yeah bitch i saw yall sneaking around

lets pretend we didnt see that

never looking at you the same

read today at 1:05

i got lazy at the end ts was supossed to have plot very sorry its also been sitting in the drafts for ever