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likeumeanit9497 · 2 months ago

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matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: after a night at a party, matt hears his best friend sleeping with someone. the memory of it overtakes him all the next day, and he can't get it off his mind. but what happens when it turns out that she wanted him to hear all along?

warnings: SMUT (holy fuck this is smutty); established friendship; oral (m/f receiving); unprotected p in v (don't do this); absolutely filthy talk; voyeurism vibes; switch!matt; mentions of alcohol; 18+

notes: guys i fear i might have just written my new fave one shot. i warned y'all that i only have matt ideas rn, but this one is SO GOOD i had to post immediately. i normally don't go feral for my own writing but this one made me get up and do a few laps around the house tbh. i hope y'all like it as much as i liked writing it LOVE U LOVE U LOVE U MUAH

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“Matt?” You called his name as you began climbing up his front steps. “Hey, I’m doing laundry.” His voice rang through the house, and as you entered the empty kitchen you saw his back in the hallway as he folded a pair of jeans and placed them on the neat pile of clean laundry stacked on top of the washing machine. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment half in greeting and half to help ease the pounding in your heavy head.

“Last night almost killed me. How are you feeling?” You asked him, lifting your head off of his shoulder so that he could face you. His eyes were tired, his hair was a mess, but there was a slight glint of curiosity in his eyes that caught you off guard. After staring at you for a moment too long, he replied. “I feel alright. Slept most of the day though.” You released a soft laugh.

Last night, you and Matt went to a big party for one of your mutual friends. What was supposed to be an early night — both of you agreeing to show face for an hour and then head home — turned into one filled with dancing, too much tequila, and a night spent on the couch of the host for you both. Once you were both sober in the morning, Matt drove you home and you both tended to your own hangovers for the rest of the day. Now it was Sunday evening, and you two decided to spend it watching a movie and eating shitty food.

“Same here,” You replied, “I literally rolled out of bed 30 minutes ago. You’re lucky I even had enough energy to drive over here.” You leaned against the running dryer, and watched as one of Matt’s eyebrows arched as he continued folding clothes. “Oh, I don’t doubt that.” He replied, a smile threatening to creep over his mouth. Noticing the knowing tone in his voice, you grew confused.

What you didn’t know, was that Matt knew that it wasn’t just the two of you who had spent the night on that sectional couch. He had noticed you spending a lot of time with Carrington, a good friend of the host. He watched the two of you throughout the night — he saw you touch him any chance you got; saw you dance on him once you got really drunk; and most definitely saw you press your lips to his at the end of the night. So, late last night as he tried his best to sleep, when he heard the creek of the stairs and felt the dip in the couch, he knew that Carrington had laid down with you. That was confirmed when he heard the soft whispers that you two shared before the sound of wet kisses filled the dark room. A moment later, he laid as still as he could as he felt the couch begin to move in a rhythm that could only mean one thing.

Although you and Matt had the type of strong friendship where you both felt comfortable telling the other about your sex lives, never before had either of you been so close in proximity to the act itself. Although he was facing the opposite direction, Matt knew that your feet were only centimetres from his head, and the thought of invading your privacy like this, albeit unintentional, made his cheeks flush red. Even in his belligerent state, Matt had been shocked, and he considered making the fact that he was still awake known. Until he heard it.

Your soft moans floated like music in his mind, and they were unlike anything he had heard before. They were angelic, breathless; as if the air was being pushed out of your lungs involuntarily to create the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. The heat that he felt in his cheeks immediately began travelling down his body, right to his growing member. And then, the unmistakable wet sounds of your arousal — surely dripping from you not more than two feet away from his ear — caused his head to spin. The two sounds radiating from you created the perfect harmony, and they made his cock press excruciatingly against his stomach; desperate for some relief.

The movement of the couch — and with it, your moans and wetness — increased in speed. As it did, your soft voice, so familiar and divine, whispered into the quiet room, “I’m gonna cum!” Matt pressed his pelvis into the couch, doing his best to relieve some of the pressure he felt in the tip of his cock. As your moans got louder, his heart pounded faster. Suddenly, as you reached your orgasm and began riding the waves, he felt one of your feet lightly graze his bare back. Goosebumps immediately rose on his skin, and the slight contact in combination with everything he heard was so intense that he thought he was going to cum all over himself.

But just then, the room grew painfully silent once again. After some time, the indistinguishable whispering returned, then the sound of one quick kiss, and finally, the creaking sound of the stairs. You two were alone once again, and in the silence Matt began to question whether or not he had dreamt it all. That was, until he heard your soft voice whisper his name. Immediately, he felt his body react, but stayed as still as possible so that you would think he was asleep. He seemed to do a good enough job, as after not getting a response, you slowly got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Once he heard the door click shut, his eyes shot open. The air was filled with the addictive smell of sex, and his cock had grown so hard that it was throbbing. Tentatively, he ran his hand along his shaft still in his boxers and had to stifle a guttural moan from the brief contact. No, he couldn’t do this here. Not when you were in the next room able to walk back through the door at any moment. He didn’t want you to think he was a creep. He would just have to try to get to sleep, and deal with his spiralling brain tomorrow.

Well, now it was tomorrow, and he had spent the entire day thinking about it. When he had woken up to your smiling face asking for a ride home, he had felt riddled with guilt; as if he had taken advantage of you. The guilt was only exemplified when, once he was alone, he had spent every minute thinking about it; his dick growing hard every time he heard your moans in the back of his mind. Even as he slept the day away, he had dreams about it and had even woken himself up by grinding his hips against his mattress. It had been driving him crazy, and now you were standing in front of him, seemingly oblivious to everything that had been running through his mind, and he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Hello? Earth to Matt?” Your voice pulled him out of his train of thought, and immediately his cheeks flushed when he realized that he had been completely zoned out for god knows how long. “Oh, uh, sorry.” He mumbled, folding the shirt he had in his hands. “You’ve deadass folded and re-folded that shirt like five times. Are you okay?” You asked, concern etched across your face. Gulping, Matt nodded his head. “Shit really? Must be the brain fog.” He forced out a laugh that sounded painful to his own ears, but it seemed to be convincing enough for you, as you once again relaxed against the dryer.

Matt’s focus went back to the pile of clothes in front of him, and as he began organizing the pile of socks, he heard what he had been reimagining over and over again in his mind. That now achingly familiar soft moan of yours. His whole body jolted in shock, the sound much more vivid than it had been in his memory. Slowly, his eyes were pulled from the laundry to your face, and he found your eyes shut in ecstasy as you leaned against the running dryer. His jaw almost dropped at the sight, and his cock, already having been on high alert all day, immediately responded.

“This feels so good.” You whispered, just as you had the night before, and Matt had to brace himself against the washing machine to stay upright. Your eyes were still closed, a small smile crept onto your full lips, and in that moment it all became too much for him. His cock was pulsing in rhythm with his rapid heartbeat, and as you released another small moan and bit your bottom lip, he began to wonder if maybe — just maybe — you had wanted him to hear you last night.

His hunch grew stronger and stronger as he continued to take in your expression with your back pressed against the dryer, and he felt the shame strip off of him as your hooded eyes finally opened slowly. They landed on his dilated eyes and slowly trailed down to the impressive bulge in his pants. Looking back up at his flushed face, you couldn’t help but smile shamelessly. Because he had been right.

It hadn’t been planned, of course, but once Carrington pushed himself into you, the thought of Matt being just on the other side of the couch filled you with a new and unfamiliar level of arousal. So as you moaned, you hoped that he would hear it. The thought of him listening caused you to grow more wet than you ever had before, and it didn’t take long for you to finish. As you came, you purposefully brushed your foot against him; trying to let him know that it was him you were thinking about as you unraveled.

You hadn’t been sure that he heard you, after all when you whispered his name he hadn’t answered, but the way he had been acting since you arrived at his house today — zoning out, avoiding eye contact, and seeming extremely flustered — you know that he knows. And knowing the effect it had on him, you want him to do something about it.

Matt watched as you put both hands on the dryer before hoisting yourself up to sit on it. With the dryer running, the vibration that came from it shot right to your core, and subconsciously your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Matt watched, completely stunned, as you pleasured yourself on top of the dryer. He was in such a state of shock that he wasn’t even sure if this was real life. You rolled your hips once, twice, against the machine, and then suddenly your eyes were on him again. The pleasure you were experiencing was etched into your face — your full lips a dark shade of red, dark eyebrows knit together, pink cheeks flushed — and it drove him crazy. But it wasn’t until your lips turned up in a small smile and you grabbed his arm, pulling him towards you, that he was finally able to move.

“You heard me last night, didn’t you.” You finally regarded the elephant in the room, and watched as his eyes bulged slightly in surprise at your knowing gaze. Very slightly, he nodded his head; his eyes were planted on your lips. “Should we talk about it?” You asked, dragging your fingertips up and down his torso slowly; feeling his stomach tense each time you reached below his belly button. Still hypnotized by your lips, Matt placed his hands on each side of your face before shaking his head no.

Without hesitation, he engulfed your mouth with his own. They moved with a quivering desperation that can’t be sufficiently described with words. His hands ran through your hair, pulling you as close to him as he could. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, gasping at the feeling of his rock hard member pressing against your aching core. It seemed to affect him too, because as soon as they made contact a small grunt fell from his lips and landed on yours.

Matt’s hands eventually moved from your hair and snaked down to your waist, where he quickly pulled your loose-fitting sundress up and exposed your bare tits. You watched as he took a moment to admire their fullness before bringing his mouth to one. He nibbled and sucked on your sensitive nipple, shooting rays of pleasure down your spine. As he moved his mouth to your second tit, he gripped harshly onto your hips. With his grasp, he expertly titled your pelvis in such a way where your cunt was pressed directly against the dryer; causing moans to spill from your mouth from the vibration.

As he helped you roll your hips against the warm metal, he struggled to keep his composure as he heard you moan for himfor the first time. Just like last night, they were soft and breathy, as if you didn’t even notice them falling from your lips. But his ears caught every single one, and they drove him crazier each time. Looking down to where your body connected with the machine, his vision grew blurry as he noticed the fluid that had accumulated on top of the dryer; the same fluid that he had heard last night. “Mmm, so wet already?” He managed to purr in your ear, causing you to shudder in pleasure.

You nodded, letting your head fall back as the pleasure intensified by his words. “F-for you Matt— fuck! — all f-for you.” At your words, Matt stopped all of his movements, afraid that he would fall apart in seconds if you kept speaking like that. Looking up at your disoriented face, he noticed that the loss of friction was making you antsy. You hooked a small finger in his chain and pulled his lips to yours; kissing him deeply as his tongue swiped against your teeth begging for entrance. You pulled away, needing more than a kiss, and watched in awe as Matt read your mind and dropped to his knees in front of you. He brought his hands up to your hips where he grabbed onto the sides of your thong, slowly sliding it down your legs.

You watched, chest heaving, as he tossed your discarded thong into his pile of laundry that still needed to be washed without letting his eyes leave your dripping core. His eyes on you like this was exactly what you imagined as you thought of him last night, and the neediness in his blue eyes threw you into an erotic frenzy. He grabbed both of your legs and, after stroking them thoughtlessly for a few seconds, placed them on both of his shoulders. Eyes flittering between your core and your face, he spoke, “Need a taste.” His voice was gruff with arousal, and you responded by lacing your hands through his hair and pushing his beautiful face in between your legs.

As soon as his tongue ran up your slit to collect your arousal, he lost any hint of sanity that he still had. You were so sweet against his tastebuds, and so soft against his lips, it took everything out of him to not cream his pants. Instead, he effortlessly found your aching clit and began sucking and kissing the sensitive bundle of nerves. Already stimulated by the dryer, you felt yourself melt under the pressure of his tongue. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning against you, causing the vibration to echo through your entire body. You mindlessly began grinding yourself against his face, chasing a high so intense that nothing else seemed to matter.

Matt relished in the feeling of suffocating by you, and used his hands to spread you apart. He pulled away for a brief moment to take a look at you stretched open for him, and the sight of your dripping hole — begging, without words, to be filled — made him want to pull his cock out and slam it into you immediately. But no, he was going to savour this. So instead, he spit onto your cunt and began tongue fucking your hole. As he eagerly drank up all your juices, his tongue moving in and out of you quickly, you lost the ability to stifle your moans.

Even though he knew you were getting too loud — after all, Nick and Chris were somewhere in the house — Matt couldn’t get himself to shut you up. The sounds that fell from your lips were like music to his ears, and he wanted to listen to them forever. Besides, how could he tell you that you were being too loud when he was making all sorts of erotic noises with his mouth against your cunt?

Your head fell back against the dryer, it wouldn’t be long until you came. The build up was so intense, so good, that you almost didn’t want it to end. Plus, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Matt’s poor cock, suffocating in his pants. As you imagined it, veiny and dark red at the tip, your mouth began to water. After coming back from the washroom and getting back on the couch last night, you glanced at Matt’s still frame and wondered if — even subconsciously, if he hadbeen sleeping — his body had reacted to what had happened. Your suspicion was furthered the next morning. When you went to wake him up to ask if he could drive you home, the blanket had slipped off of his lower body and exposed the imprint of his hardened cock; and your mouth watered. Since then, you had fantasized about taking all of him in your mouth as an apology for not helping him out that morning.

These thoughts raced through your bleary mind, and the pressure continued to increase in your lower stomach at Matt’s relentless tongue in between your legs. You wanted to cum, badly, but even more than that you wanted to get a taste of him. Just the thought of his warm cock in your throat caused your back to arch and a moan to slip from your lips, so in a frenzy you grabbed his jaw and pulled his mouth from your core. Cool air quickly replaced his warm tongue, and you cringed at the loss of contact. Matt looked up at you, his eyes hooded in contentment and his lips and chin coated with your arousal. “What’s wrong?” He asked, taking in your expression.

Without saying anything, you turned your body so that you were now facing the wall behind the dryer. Carefully, you lowered your torso so that you were now laying against the machine, legs bent and facing away from Matt; your view now being his frame upside down. Confused, Matt took a few steps back so that he could look at your face. You lock eyes with him, and he chuckles softly. “What are you doing?” His voice is still deeper than usual, and your view of his bulge makes it clear that he is in desperate need of you. “Want you to fuck my throat.” You replied simply, watching as his eyes darken in arousal while his eyebrows knit together in relief.

Without hesitation, Matt begins frantically removing his grey sweatpants. His cock has been achingly hard since last night with little to no relief, and your words shot straight to it. The filthy talk falling from your lips was still so foreign to him, but that unfamiliarity was addicting. He pulled his boxers down and finally freed his cock from its restraint, and even the feeling of it slapping his stomach on release was enough to make him shudder in pleasure.

As soon as your eyes fell to his exposed cock, your mouth watered. It was so perfect, so plump, you couldn’t wait to wrap your lips around it. As he took a step forward, you impatiently opened your mouth wide; not wanting to wait another second. Luckily, the feeling was mutual, and after tapping your mouth with his cock twice, he slides just the tip in. Already, the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him causes him to see stars, and he doesn’t even move for a few moments as you swirl your tongue around his tip. You find the bead of pre-cum dripping from his slit, and lap it up indulgently.

You want more of him, so in a desperate act you begin trying to bob your head while upside down in order to travel down his shaft. Your desperation gets to Matt, and, recognizing that you want more of him, he begins thrusting his hips slowly into your mouth. Even with only half of him in your mouth, you can feel his tip hitting the back of your throat with each thrust, and all it does is make you want more. You wrap your lips as tightly as you can around his girth, and the hushed groans that fall from his lips tell you that he’s enjoying himself.

You begin to grow frustrated, not content with the fact that you haven’t had all of him in your mouth yet. So you reach up and grab firmly on his hips, opening your throat to allow his entire length access as you pushed him forward. Matt hissed, overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock sinking deeper into your throat, and that was when he lost all control.

Matt grabbed onto the sides of your neck to brace himself before finally driving his cock all the way down your throat. He started slow, sliding it all the way down, holding it in place for a moment, and then pulling it nearly all the way out before doing it all over again; but once he realized that not only could you take all of him, but that you also enjoyed it, he started picking up the pace. He watched your throat as he fucked it, and noticed that he could actually see his cock going all the way down it; causing his vision to go blurry. “Fuck, baby.” He moaned out, his voice shaky as he struggled to not lose himself.

You were in heaven, the feeling of his cock filling your throat caused your body to flood with heat, and you couldn’t stop your hand from finding your clit and rubbing it in rhythm with Matt’s thrusts. Noticing your hand, Matt quickly swatted it away before replacing it with his own; the softness of your wet cunt enough to cause his cock to twitch; threatening to shoot his seed down your throat. But he didn’t want to cum; not until he felt all of you.

In the blink of an eye, he pulled his dripping cock out of your throat; causing you to gasp for air. Before you had the chance to question anything, he grabbed you under your arms and pulled you off of the dryer before slamming you against the wall in the hallway. The wind was knocked out of you, but Matt didn’t give you a minute to recover before lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist; keeping you pressed to the wall. His mouth found yours again, and the taste of you on his explorative tongue was enticing. With his mouth still on yours, the tip of Matt’s cock practically finds your opening itself, and it was so hard he didn’t even have to stabilize it with his hand before it slipped into you; stretching your walls and filling you up completely.

As soon as he bottomed out, he released a deep, guttural moan that echoed in your ears. Fighting a moan of your own, you grabbed the back of his neck. “Shh!” You whispered, looking into his eyes through droopy eyelashes. He snapped his cock into you. “You didn’t seem too concerned with staying quiet last night.” Matt’s words were strained as he tried to control his thrusts. Still looking at him in the eyes, a sinister smile crosses your face at him actually wanting to talk about last night for the first time.

He picked up on the reasoning behind your smile, and he snapped his hips again; causing you to yelp. “So you did want me to hear, hmm?” His head moved to the crook of your neck, and his lips against your ear caused goosebumps to raise on your skin. As he thrusted into you, all you could do was nod. “Do you know — ah fuck — do you know how bad my cock has been aching for you all day?” His words caused the pressure in your stomach to triple, and the thought of him being desperate to be inside of you caused your back to arch against the wall.

“M-made me feel like a creep all day, and for what? Hmm?” Matt grabbed your jaw and made you face him. He continued driving himself into you as he stared lustfully at your face. His thumb pressed against your bottom lip and you opened your mouth; letting his thumb fall in before wrapping your lips around it and sucking innocently. “Fuck baby,” He grumbled, watching your lips as your tongue swirled around his thumb. “Tell me.” His eyes were pleading with you, and you knew he was close, but he wasn’t gonna cum until you told him the truth. “W-wanted you to k-know what it’s l-like — fucking me. Wanted y-your cock h-hard for me.” You managed to tell him the truth. “Jesus Christ.” Matt moaned out in response, grabbing the base of your hair before slamming his cock in and out of you faster than he had before. Each time his cock hit your g-spot, your head slammed against the wall behind you; adding a new intensity to the fast-approaching orgasm you were feeling.

“Shit, gonna cum. Where do you want me?” His voice was ragged, as was his pace, and the desperation laced throughout the sloppiness drew you even closer to the edge. “As deep as you can get Matty.” You whispered in his ear just before you were overtaken by your own orgasm. As he continued to thrust into you, you felt your walls convulse around his girth. Your legs wrapped even tighter around his waist, toes curling as the waves of your orgasm crashed around you.

As you were still in the middle of cumming all over him, Matt suddenly snapped his cock hard and deep into you; spilling his seed deep in your guts, just like you asked, as a deep ragged moan fell from his mouth. Your hungry cunt milked his dick dry, and the intensity of filling you up with the nut that had been debilitating him all day was like no other orgasm he had ever experienced.

You could feel his cock twitch repeatedly as he filled your insides with his hot white cum, and his soft moans of pure relief in your ear were as continuous as your own as you both fell into a deep trance. As you both came down from your highs, Matt held you against the wall; brushing his fingertips softly against the skin on your upper thigh. You had never had sex so satisfying, so deliciously exhausting, and you were in such a haze that you could have easily fallen asleep right there, pressed against the wall.

But after a few moments, Matt carefully slid his shaft out of you and helped you to your feet. He took a moment to admire you, fixing your hair and pulling down your dress, before leading you to his washroom. “You’re a little psycho, you know that right?” He asked jokingly as he started the shower. You stood in front of the mirror, taking in your reflection; evidence of Matt’s touch all over you. You smiled at him as he helped you take off your dress. “I’m sorry.” You replied, to which he rolled his eyes. “No you’re not. But do me a favour, next time you want me to fuck you, just tell me, alright?”

Your stomach did an excited flip from his unexpected words, and you walked into the shower on shaky legs. Turning around to face him standing by the washroom door, you found him staring indulgently at your naked frame. You put your hands on your hips and huffed dramatically. “Okay, get in here. I want you to fuck me.”

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freshxsturniolo · 5 months ago

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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.

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"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!

#chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #tara yummy #jake webber #johnnie guilbert #carrington usa

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hearts4golbach · 4 months ago

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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.

#fanfiction #fanfic #johnnie guilbert #jake webber #hearts4golbach #tara yummy #carrington x you #carrington x y/n #carrington x reader #carrington #carrington smut #carrington x reader smut

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samandcolbyownme · 3 months ago

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drunkenly admitting to best friend jake that you love him? while still in a relationship with someone? thank you!! i love your writing💛

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of drinking and smoking, being drunk, friends to lovers, subtle flirting, kissing, unprotected sex, fluffy filth

Word Count: little over 4k | unedited

Disclaimer: I am 100% against cheating. This one shot is 100% fictional and for entertainment purposes only! Nothing about this is real. Also, Jake and Tara aren’t as close in this, but it’ll make sense when you read it.

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You peak you head into your boyfriends office, “You sure you don’t want to come with me to game night?”

He looks up at you, “Yeah, I’m sure. I need to get this shit done for work.”

You frown, “Okay. I don’t know when I’ll be home.”

He nods, giving you a smile, “Call me if you need a ride. Have fun, babe.”

“Have fun with your work.” You smirk at him and head out to grab your bag before making your way to your car. Once you get in, you sit there for a second before driving off.

As you arrive to Jake’s house, getting out and walking up to the door. You walk in, looking around to see if anyone is there yet.

“Hello?” You call out as you shut the door, “Anyone home?”

“Y/nnnn!” Carrington drags out, “What’s up?”

He walks over to you, slinging his arm around your shoulder, “What? No boyfriend tonight?”

You laugh, shaking your head, “Nope. Not this time, he’s at home finishing up stuff for work.” You sigh as you set your bag down, “Some deadline or something. I don’t know.”

“Hey, y/n. You’re the first one here.” Johnnie says as he walks out from his room, “Jake’s moping in his room.”

You furrow your brows, “Why’s he moping? What’s wrong?”

Johnnie shrugs, “Wouldn’t tell me.”

“Yeah, he’s been like this for a day or so.” Carrington shrugs, “oh, who is that?” He looks behind you, “Taraaaa! What’s up?”

“Hey, hey hey!” Tara laughs as she walks in, “Just me and y/n?”

You nod, “So far, yes.” You laugh, giving her a hug, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” She nods, “I was literally thinking that on the way here, I was like, I wonder if y/n is going to be here tonight, I miss her.”

You smile, “Right.” You glance over at the hall, “I’m gonna go see what’s up with Jake.”

Tara tilts her head, “No one knows, so I’m going to go see what’s up.”

“Good luck.” Johnnie says with a laugh, “Don’t be surprised if he kicks you out.”

You bat the air and walk back to Jake’s room. You knock on the door a few times before pushing the door open.

You see Jake lying on his bed, facing away from you. He’s propped on his elbow, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey.” You say as you close the door, “Jake.”

You walk over and stand there, “Hello.”

You put one knee on the bed and he whips around with a gasp, “Oh my god.” He laughs, pulling the earbuds out from his ears, “What the hell are you doing here?”

You sit down, “Game night, remember?”

He sighs, “Oh yeah, it’s Saturday isn’t it.”

“You good? Johnnie and Carrington say you’re not doing too hot.” You smirk slightly, “They say you’re being a grump.”

He groans, “Can’t a man just lay in bed and watch TikTok without being a grump?”

“I mean..” you nod, “Yeah. But with this attitude.” You purse your lips and tilt your head and Jake laughs, “Yeah, yeah. You’re right.”

He rolls over onto his back and takes a deep breath, “I’m just not feelin’ game night tonight.”

“Nooo.” You pout, “You have to be feelin’ game night.”

“You have to be feelin’ game night.” Jake mocks you, “Fine, since you twisted my arm enough.” He heaves himself forward, sitting in front of you, “Are you drinking tonight?”

You nod, “Yeah, I told Kyler that I’ll call him if I need a ride. I figured my car would be safe here overnight.”

Jake nods, “Well, as long as you don’t leave your keys.”

“Yeah, I learned my lesson last time.” You laugh, “Come on.” You stand up, walking to the door but Jake just sits there and you turn around again, motioning to the door, “Come on.”

Jake smiles and shakes his head as he stands up, “Fiiiine.”

You walk out, Jake trailing behind you and you notice a few more people have showed up.

“Alright party people!” Carrington announces, “Let’s get this game night star-ted!” He looks at Jake, “Ooh look who finally decided to join us.”

“Can it, or I’ll go back into hiding.” Jake laughs and walks over to the couch. You go to the fridge and grab a drink, making sure to grab an extra for Jake.

You and Jake have been friends for years, practically your whole lives. You grew up together, went to school together, everything.

It has never crossed your mind about being with Jake, not until recently at least.

You really liked Kyler, loved him. He built a company himself. Rose to the top himself. You were proud of him, yes. But at the same time, his job bled into you always needing to look presentable, look your best.

Every time you’re around Jake, you feel normal. You don’t have to dress to impress. Wear makeup everyday.

Jake seen you through your worst times and even some of the best times. You weren’t sure if he saw you as more than a friend, and you didn’t want to risk the best friendship you’ve ever had with someone for nothing.

“Alright. So what are we playing first?” Tara asks and you look around, your eyes landing on Jake, who is already looking at you.

He looks away, “I think we should play the drunk dice game again.”

“Oooh that’s a good one! I’ll go find the dice.” Carrington dances as he leaves the room and you roll your eyes laughing.

You walk over, handing Jake his drink as you sit down next to him.

“Thank you, my dear.” He smiles and cracks it open, “They should be in the drawer!” He yells and Carrington comes back in, holding up dice in his hand, “Got’em!”

Everyone sits around the coffee table and Carrington starts, “We only need one right, so..” he tosses the second dice at Jake and rolls the one he has, “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

He rolled a three which means he has to take a shot.

Tara pours him a shot and he sighs, “Here’s to a fun fucking night.” He laughs and takes the shot, cheering himself on afterwards, “Woo! Alright.”

He slides the dice over to the next person, they roll two, which means person to the left of them has to take a drink of their drink.

“Jake, has to drink.” They say, laughing as Jake takes a sip of his drink, “Alright. Jake, your turn.”

Jake leans forward, shaking the dice as he looks around. He rolls and it’s a six.

“Ha! Everyone, take your shots.” Jake leans back, smirking at everyone who groans, “You all agreed to play, so don’t be whining now, alright?” He laughs and you shake your head before you take your shot.

You cringe at the hard liquor and set your glass back down, “Oh fuck.” You blink a few times and lean forward to grab the dice, shaking it quickly a few times before rolling, “Four! I get to pour someone a shot and that person is..”

You fill a shot glass and hand it to Tara, “Here you go.”

“Me!?” She laughs, “Why do you hate me?” She pouts and takes the glass, downing the shot.

“I don’t hate you. I love you.” You laugh and blow her a kiss. She laughs and picks up the dice to roll it, “Oh look.” She turns her head towards you, “A four!”

She pours a shot and hands it to you, “Enjoy!”

You laugh and take it, shaking your head slightly, “I hope I get drunk fast so the taste of alcohol doesn’t bother me as much.”

Everyone laughs and agrees, moving on to the next few people. The person to their left, then the right, then they pour a shot for someone.

Johnnie is finally next and he rolls a three, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He sighs as he takes the shot glass from Tara. He takes his shot and now it’s back to Carrington.

“Come on baby. Let me give Johnnie a shot.” He laughs as he looks to Johnnie.

Johnnie shakes his head, “No thank you, I already caused myself enough pain with that one.”

Carrington rolls and it lands on one.

“Take a drink, Johnnie.” Carrington bats his eyes at him and Johnnie sighs, “I fucking hate this game.”

You laugh and the next person goes, Carrington has to take a drink. Then it’s back to Jake. He rolls a two, meaning you have to take a drink.

“That I can handle.” You laugh as you roll the dice and your jaw drops, “Oh come on.” You groan as Jake fills one shot glass and Tara fills the other.

You quickly take one and then follow that with the other. You take a sip of your drink to wash down the straight alcohol taste and you whine, “I’m with Johnnie, I hate this fuckin’ game.”

Tara rolls and it’s comes back to you with a one.

You take a sip of your drink and after the next people, Johnnie rolls and cheers as he rolls a six, “Drink up everyone.”

You all clink the small glasses together before downing the shots.

Carrington rolls a five, cursing up a storm as he laughs, “Goddamit son of a bitch.” He takes his two shots and passes the dice off.

After a few for rounds of drunk dice, you were already feeling pretty good. You were giggly, having the best time ever.

You felt your phone vibrate a few times, so you lean back, lifting it from your lap and you see a few texts from Kyler.

How’s it going?

Everything okay?

I just got done with that work shit, so I’m going to bed. Call me if you need anything. Love you.

You smile slightly as you read the last message, taking a quiet deep breath before you reply.

Everything is good. Everyone is having fun. Love you too.

You set your phone down and look over at Jake, “Hi.”

He smiles, “Hi.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” You smirk and he leans in, “Always.”

You laugh slightly, “I’m a little bit drunk.”

“A little? Girl, you wouldn’t pass a sobriety test.” Jake laughs and Carrington chimes in, “Ooh, let’s try it. Y/n. Get up here.”

You stand up, almost losing your balance from sitting and drinking for so long. Jake presses his hand onto your lower back and he can’t help but laugh, “Point proven.”

“Oh shut up.” You laugh as you look back at him, “I’ll pass this. Flying colors.”

You walk up to Carrington and he shines his phone flashlight in your face. You wince at the light and he pulls it away, “Come on, trying to be authentic here.”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever.”

You eventually fail the ‘sobriety test’, walking back over to sit back down next to Jake. He extends his arm out on the couch behind your head, “Told ya.”

You push his leg, “Yeah, yeah. Don’t rub it in.”

“Alright. Next game peeps!” Carrington sighs, “I’m thinking something along the lines of, never have I ever?”

Everyone cheers and Tara raises her hand, “I’ll go first.” She thinks for a moment, “Never have I ever..kissed someone in this room.”

You lean forward to pour a shot and everyone looks at you confused, “What? I’ve kissed Tara before.”

“What!?” Carrington asks, his tone sounding offended, “And you didn’t invite me to watch!?”

“I’ll do it again. Don’t tempt me.” You laugh and Carrington tilts his head, “I don’t believe you.”

You look over at Tara and she puckers her lips. You lean in and press your lips to hers. You lean back and Carrington’s jaw is on the floor.

You can’t help but laugh, “Okay. I need to take my shot.” You down your shot and Tara motions to you, “Go ahead, girlfriend.”

You laugh, humming as you think, “Never have I ever.. had a one night stand.” You raise your brows and almost everyone takes a shot.

“Jake.” You look at him, “Your turn.”

He purses his lips and nods, “Mmm.” He laughs, “Never have I ever given someone a fake number.”

“Does it count if you unintentionally gave someone the wrong number?” Johnnie asks as he raises his hand and Jake shakes his head, “No.”

“Okay.” Johnnie laughs and leans back against the other couch.

A few people take a drink and Johnnie sighs, “May I be excused for a cigarette break?”

“Oh fuck, yeah me too.” Jake raises his hand and everyone agrees that it’s break time.

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“How we feelin?” Jake asks with a laugh. You tilt your head, “Drunk. How are you feeling?”

He nods, “Drunk.”

You smirk and shake your head, “I don’t really want to go home.”

“Whys that, sweetheart?”

You swear you melted into the couch a little bit, but before you could answer, two people announce they were going home, and Tara is quick to follow, “I think I’m gonna Uber home because no one is in shape to drive.” She giggles as she walks over, plopping down on the couch, “Bye.”

You hug her, “Bye.”

She looks down at her phone, “Oh, shit. They’re here already.” She sighs before standing up, “I’ll get my car tomorrow, is that cool?”

Jake nods, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

Eventually it’s down to you, Jake, and Carrington. Johnnie couldn’t hang so he went to bed.

“It’s only midnight, why is everyone bailing on game night?” Carrington groans and Jake laughs, “We started at eight, dude.”

“Ohhh.” Carrington nods, “That makes sense.”

“You’re so drunk.” Jake laughs at him, and he doesn’t even put up a fight, “Yeah, yeah I am.”

“Can we put on a movie?” You suggest and Jake nods, “Whatcha wanna watch?” He reaches forward and grabs the remote.

“Mm. You pick. I don’t care.” You watch as he flips through the movies and you point to the screen, “Yes. That one.”

You look at Jake, “Can I have a cigarette?”

He raises his brows, “When did you start smoking?”

“I’m drunk, it doesn’t count.” You laugh and Jake nods, “Good point. Come on.” He gets up and you follow him outside. He pulls a cigarette from his pack and hands it to you.

He lifts his hand, flicking on the lighter and you lean in, taking a drag.

It’s quiet for a few minutes, then Jake breaks the silence, “So why don’t you want to go home?”

You laugh nervously, “Oh yeah, I said that didn’t I.”

Jake nods, taking a puff of his cigarette, “You sure did, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head, “I just, I really like Kyler, I just..” you take a drag and hold it before exhaling, “It’s exhausting getting up everyday to put on makeup and a nice dress.”

Jake nods, “I mean, I can’t relate to that, but I’m sure it’s tiring. The same thing everyday.”

You raise your brows, “You get it.”

“Have you..” he takes a puff, “Talked to Kyle about it?”

“Kyler.” You look up at him with a smirk, “And no. I just know that he’ll throw the I’m ceo of a big company that I built myself, blah blah. Bullshit.”

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

You chew on your lip, eyes fixated on the lit cigarette in between your fingers.

Jake walks over, pressing his back against the wall next to you, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

You shake your head, “Nothing I can’t really say.”

Jake shrugs, “Try me.” He brings his cigarette up to his lips and you feel tear welling up in your eyes. “I-“ you stop, letting out a sigh, “Fuck, okay. I’m just gonna say it.”

Jake turns towards you, his shoulder pressed against the wall, but he doesn’t say anything.

“I’m drunk, and I love you.” You take one last drag of your cigarette before dropping it to the ground and stepping on it.

As soon as you look back up, Jake’s hands are cupping your cheeks, his face inches from yours, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words.”

His lips press to yours and your hands grip his shirt, pulling him closer.

Nothing else mattered right now.

Your lips move with Jake’s until he leans back, “Sorry, I-“

“No.” You shake your head, “Don’t apologize.” Your eyes scan over his face before you reach up, pulling him in for another kiss.

He pushes you back against the wall, his hands sliding down to your hips.

Jake breaks the kiss, “follow me.” He nods toward the door and you walk back in. Carrington is passed out on the couch, snoring away while the movie Jake out on plays in the background.

You follow him back the hall and into his room and he closes the door. He was quick to have his hands on you, his lips on yours.

Your hands slide up his chest to his neck, holding on as he lifts you up. Your legs find their place around his waist and his hands slide to your ass to hold you up.

He walks over, laying you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours, “I love you.” Jake whispers into your ear, “I could treat you so much better.”

His kisses your jaw line, landing on your lips, “I’ve known you forever.”

“I want to be with you. I want you.” You tug on his shirt and he leans up to take it off, quickly resuming the kiss.

He leans up, his hands pushing your shirt up. You reach down, pulling it up over your head and throwing it. His eyes scan over your body, watching as you reach under your back to unhook your bra.

His eyes flick up to yours before moving down to watch you discard your bra.

“Beautiful.” He kisses down your neck, to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while he kneads your other boob with his hand.

You moan out, arching your back as your fingers lace through his hair.

He looks up, moving his body up to kiss you, “You are beautiful just the way you are.” He kisses your cheek, “Makeup.” He kisses your lips, “No makeup.”

He smiles, kissing your other cheek, “Dress, or no dress. You’re perfect in anything.”

You smile, tilting your head as you lean up to kiss him.

His hand slides down your side, pulling your thigh up to his hip before dragging it over and slipping it into the waistband of your sweats and underwear, “God, baby. You’re so wet.”

You blush at his words, “Can’t help it.”

Jake’s lips part as he watches your reaction to him rubbing you clit, “That feel okay?”

You nod, small whimpers leaning your lips, “Y-yes.” You tilt your head back, “so good.”

Jake leans down, kissing up the center of your neck and you tilt your head forward, lips meeting his. He swallows your moans as he slips his fingers down and pushes two in to you.

“Fuck baby.” He groans against your lips, “You sound so pretty. All those noises.”

You moan as he curls his fingers, back arching up off the bed, “Sh-shit.” Your eyes roll back and you squeeze his fingers, “Jake.”

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” Jake presses a kiss to your forehead, “Not going anywhere.”

You slide your hands up his arms, nails digging into his shoulders and he groans, “Can you cum for me?” He kisses over your chest, “Wanna hear the sounds you make when I get you go do that.”

You nod, “I’m-“ you gasp, “Almost there.”

Your back lifts up off the bed, moans leaving your lips as Jake guides you through your high, “Fuck, fuck. Yes. Yes.”

You grab his face, pulling him in for a kiss and he groans as his fingers slip out, “you’re so beautiful.” He mumbles against your lips, “I love you.”

He kisses you, his tongue moving against yours as his hand moves to push his pants and underwear down.

“I-I love you.” You nod, spreading your legs more as he wiggles his hips to fit perfectly in between your knees.

Your moans mix together as the head of his cock slips in past your folds and his hips roll forward, giving both what you want.

Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him into you more and you gasp out, “Fuck, fuck. You feel so good.”

His hands paw at your skin, finding any he can grip on to, “I’ve dreamed about this..” he kisses your jaw line, “You finally letting me treat you how you deserve to be treated.”

You moan at his word, pulling him closer as his thrusts as slow. Nothing crossed your mind. Your mind was finally quiet as your focus was on nothing but Jake.

“Can you roll over?” You whisper, placing your hands on his chest. He nods, pecking your lips before moving to lay over on his back.

You sir up, swinging your leg over to straddle him.

Your eyes lock into his, his hands on your thighs as you sink down onto his cock. You tilt your head back, moaning out as you sink down fully, “Fuck.” You look down at him, hands pressing flat onto his chest as you lean forward.

“That’s it, baby.” Jake reaches up to brush hair from your face and pinch your chin, “Fuck, feels so good.”

His eyes trail down your body, stopping to watch his cock go in and out of you as you bounce your hips.

He lays his head back, groaning out as his grip slips to your hips, “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” He bucks his hips up and you gasp, eyes rolling back as your hips speed up.

“Fu-ck.” Your nails dig into his neck and he sits up, reaching up to pull you in closer for a kiss.

“Keep going.” He mumbles against your lips, “F-fuck.” He tilts his head back, his hips bucking to meet your body, “Don’t stop.”

You moan as your orgasm hits again, squeezing his walls as you guide yourself through your high.

His hands slide down to under your thighs, lifting you up so he can pull out. You glance down, watching his cum spill into his abdomen and you move over to lay next to him.

You stairs up at the ceiling, knowing what you just did settling in.

“Hey.” Jake reaches over, gently turning your face towards him, “It’s okay.”

You can feel your eyes burning, it was guilt towards having sex with Jake. It was guilt towards still being with Kyler.

“I have to break up with him.” You sit up, “I-I never did anything like this..” you move to get something for him to wipe off with. You walk back over, handing him the towel, “Do I have to tell him?”

Jake wipes off and sits up, holding his hand out for you to sit down, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.“

You nod, leaning into him, “I don’t regret anything with you. If anything, I regret not doing it all with you.”

Jake chuckles slightly, “We have a lifetime to catch up for that.” He tilts your chin up, pressing his lips to yours, “I love you for you.”

“I love you.”

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Let me know what you think. I love you so much, thank you for reading! See you in the next one! 🖤

Also, this was kind a trial to see how I wrote Carrington so please, feedback on that is wanted! Thank you!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

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14m31 · 3 months ago

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HANDS ON

carrington x fem!reader

requested

summarize it: y/n bought some new clothes and does a try-on haul, carrington just can’t resist.

a/n: i can do a part two if requested!

carrington had started his twitch stream, his fans already pouring in to see the lovely couple. y/n is standing behind carrington, digging through one of the shopping bags on his bed.

carrington gets up from his gaming chair and comes up behind y/n, snaking his hand around her waist. “what are you tryin’ on first?” he asks, a bit muffled by his mouth on her clothed shoulder.

y/n holds up a top for carrington to see, “probably this one.” she murmurs, examining the baby pink top. carrington smiles, pulling away from y/n to sit back down in his chair. “i like that one.” he says with a sultry edge to his words, making y/n roll her eyes.

y/n moves out of camera shot while carrington talks to his live chat going 100 miles per hour. y/n walks back into frame with a smile, situating her top with her hands. “sooo, what do we think?” she asks, putting her hands on her hips.

carrington licks his lips and bites down on his bottom lip, looking y/n up and down. “i like that one, it’s sexy.” he mumbles, standing up and smoothing his hands on her sides, not even caring about his crazy fans in the live chat. carrington instantly feels heat rising between his legs as he stares down at the goddess of a woman in front of him.

y/n pulls away from carrington before it gets out of hand and grabs a pair of flared jeans, getting out of camera shot to change. carrington sits back down and shifts his jeans to hide his obvious tent.

y/n walks back into frame, carrington is practically salivating at the way her hips sway. he grabs onto her like a mad man and feels up her hips in the jeans then lays a playful swat on her ass. y/n shoots him a glare and lightly shoves him. “carrington! enough!” she scolds, sighing and walking over to his set up.

she bends down to the height of his desk and moves the mouse, going to end the stream. carrington grins menacingly at her figure bent over, immediately grabbing her hips and doing pretend backshots. y/n gasps and quickly turns off the stream, turning to face carrington.

“seriously?” y/n asks, crossing her arms cover her chest. carrington just smugly smiles and grabs her hips, pulling her in close and he makes sure she can feel his erection on her thigh.

“why don’t you just help me with this, hm? the haul can wait…”

#carrington #carrington usa

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strangelysamantha · 17 days ago

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✧ smut. ❀ fluff. ☆ angst.

outer banks / stranger things / the vampire diaries

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ youtubers *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

↳ carrington… (1)

- support ❀

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

#carrington x reader #carrington one shot #carrington x y/n #carrington fluff #carrington fanfic

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respectmyfrench · 1 month ago

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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#uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #azzi fudd #uconn basketball #uconn huskies #wbb

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quinnysnursery · 4 months ago

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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 !!

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[🦇] 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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sh4wty18 · 3 months ago

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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 :)”

#sh4wty18 #dating headcanons #my headcanons #original fanfiction #headcanon #headcanons #carrington #carrington fanfic #fanfic writer #sh4wty18 speaks #i love these and him!!

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punk1nl0v333 · 3 months ago

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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…”

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lmaopuli · 1 year ago

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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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