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rainy mall date c.s

it starts with a light drizzle.

you and chris were supposed to just grab a quick bite from that diner down the street, maybe walk around a bit, maybe end up somewhere watching the rain from the car windows. but the sky had different plans. the drizzle turns into a downpour in seconds, big fat droplets smacking the pavement like tiny punches, soaking through your hoodie before you can even blink.

“shit—okay, okay, this way!” chris laughs, grabbing your hand and taking off running.

you both sprint toward the glowing lights of the nearest mall, feet splashing through puddles, hair stuck to your face, your laugh tangled with his as you finally push through the doors, dripping and out of breath.

“we look insane,” you say, trying to wring water from your sleeve.

chris snorts. “we look like a couple of wet rats.”

“speak for yourself. i look like a drowned princess.”

he grins, eyes shining, and he leans over to press a kiss to your cold cheek. “the prettiest drowned princess i’ve ever seen.”

you slap his chest halfheartedly and he grabs your hand again, pulling you toward the first store he sees. “we need dry clothes or we’re gonna freeze.”

somehow that turns into both of you picking out the silliest, softest pajama sets you can find. you grab one with cartoon clouds and sunshines. he grabs one with little cows on skateboards.

“these are perfect,” he deadpans.

“we’ll be the fashion icons of the food court.”

you change in the store’s dressing rooms and meet outside, laughing at how ridiculous you both look—but it’s the good kind of ridiculous. the kind that makes your stomach warm and your cheeks ache from smiling.

with damp clothes in a plastic bag and matching pajama sets proudly worn, you head to the food court. chris insists on buying hot chocolate, and he makes a show of blowing dramatically on yours before handing it over.

“don’t burn your tongue, baby,” he teases, bumping his cup against yours like it’s champagne.

you sit across from each other at a plastic table, legs stretched out, sipping slowly as the rain beats down against the skylights above. the world outside is grey and soaked and cold—but in here, it’s warm. glowing. safe.

“okay,” chris says suddenly, setting his cup down. “let’s make this interesting.”

you raise an eyebrow. “what now?”

he leans forward, eyes mischievous. “i dare you to go into the weird gift shop by the fountain and try on the ugliest hat you can find.”

you laugh. “you’re on.”

and that’s how it begins. a game of dares across the mall.

you try on fuzzy hats and novelty sunglasses. he puts on a bright pink cowboy hat and does a little dance in the aisle. you end up in a candle store, challenging each other to find the most disgusting scent. he finds one that smells like beef jerky. — you gag.

there’s a claw machine incident that ends in you both yelling at the machine for “eating” chris’s dollar. there’s a detour to a photo booth where you take silly and sweet pictures. one with your tongues out, one with your cheeks smushed together, one where he kisses your temple and your eyes flutter shut without thinking.

when you step out, your hair’s dry but messy. his is even messier. your cheeks hurt from smiling.

“we should do this more often,” you say, leaning your head on his shoulder as you walk slowly past the windows, watching the storm outside soften into a mist.

he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “get caught in a storm and hide in the mall?”

“yeah. but only if we get to wear pajamas and drink hot chocolate and you keep making me laugh like that.”

he smiles down at you. “deal.”

you stop by the big windows near the exit, watching the rain slow to a light sprinkle. the streetlights reflect in puddles, casting golden glimmers on the ground. everything feels soft and sleepy.

chris wraps his arm around your waist, tugging you closer. “you ready to go?”

“not really,” you admit, nuzzling into his side. “this is kind of perfect.”

“then we don’t have to go,” he says simply. “we can stay right here. all night.”

and with your head against his chest, his heart beating steady and slow, you think… maybe you will.

a/n: hii sorry it took me so long to post, ive been busy doing school finals and im on my period so i havent been up for writing 😭

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°❀⋆. delicate ache. c.s

it was a thursday night.

you didn’t know why he always chose thursdays to come over—maybe it was just habit at this point. maybe he liked the way your living room looked in the soft yellow light after sunset. or maybe it was the way you always had snacks ready and the couch blankets freshly fluffed, like you knew he was coming even before he texted.

chris was sitting beside you, legs stretched out, hoodie sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms. the sleeves were worn, and the hoodie was one of the old ones—blue, slightly faded, something he always wore when he came over. like it was your version of comfort.

“what are we?” — situationship!chris

you were laying in his bed. clothes discarded on the floor, blanket covering your sweaty body, chris’ arm over your waist, his head buried into your neck.

it was quiet in the room. the only noise being his breathing and the low hum of the fan. you could hear your heart beating rapidly— the aftermath of what just happened, and nerves.

you were trying to gain the confidence to ask him what this was. you loved hanging out with him— he was just amazing. but you hated how he pretended this was all just sex. or that he owns you.

out in public, he would act like you guys had nothing. until a guy would walk up to you. then he thinks you belong to him. at first you found it hot. but now? its killing you inside to pretend it doesn’t affect you.

chris seems to notice you’re thinking hard— “you good?” he asks, bringing a hand up to brush a stray hair out of your face.

you nodded, keeping quiet. he doesn’t buy it. he sits up, the blanket dropping to his lap, covering his bottom half. “no you’re not. talk to me, what’s wrong?”

you sighed, sitting up as well—holding the blanket over your chest. “i just—what are we, chris?” you asked quietly, eyes fixed on anything but his.

chris wasn’t expecting the question. his jaw tightened, body tense, gaze stuck somewhere across the room. after a long moment of silence, he finally spoke— “what do you mean?”

you finally mustered the courage to look at him. “i mean… you’re always around me, but out in public? it’s like you can’t even look at me twice. but the second someone else talks to me, you hate it. you fuck me like i’m something you want to keep… yet you still can’t say it out loud.”

he finally looked at you—really looked at you. and for a second, you saw it. everything he’d been holding back. everything he’d been too scared to name.

“i… i’m not good at this.” his voice sounded almost ashamed. “whatever.. this is. it’s scary.”

you blinked. “scary? how?”

“because i like you. and it scares the shit out of me. if this becomes real? you have the chance to leave me. and i hate ever thinking about that. i’m not one for relationships. but i’ll try. if its with you. even if it means risking the chance of losing you.”

you stared at him— not expecting him to be that honest. you felt your eyes start to burn. you blinked quickly, looking down at your hands.

he reached over and placed his hand on your cheek, lifting your head to look at him. “can i.. try?” his thumb stroked your cheek. instinctively your body melted into him.

you nodded quickly, a small smile approaching your lips. “please.”

he smiled at you, leaning in. his lips touched yours. but it felt different. wasnt rushed. wasnt desperate. wasnt needy. it was soft, careful— almost like he didnt want to break you.

a/n: i thought of this idea during class👅

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ mr wrinkleton jr. m.s

matt didn’t even look up when you walked into the apartment.

he was sitting on the couch, hoodie pulled over his head, long legs sprawled out, staring blankly at the muted tv.

eyes dull. mouth in a tight line. like he was barely there. your heart ached seeing him like that.

he wasn’t saying anything. wasn’t reaching for you. he was just quietly crumbling.

you set the little crate down by the door — heart pounding out of your chest — unsure if this was about to be the best idea you ever had or a total disaster.

you cleared your throat gently.

he blinked. turned his head. saw you, and his face softened just a little.

“hey, baby,” he rasped, voice rough from holding back too much. “didn’t hear you come in.”

you bit your lip nervously. gestured awkwardly behind you. “uh… i, um. i got you something.”

he frowned slightly, sitting up straighter. “you didn’t have to—”

whine.

the tiny, high-pitched sound made him freeze. his head snapped toward the crate, eyes wide.

and there — peeking through the little door, wriggling excitedly, was the tiniest, squishiest, roundest baby pug you’d ever seen. all fat rolls and wiggly butt and wet little nose.

matt’s mouth dropped open. he didn’t move. didn’t breathe. you rushed to explain, your words tumbling out in a panicked mess.

“i know you’ve had a rough day and i know how much you love pugs and mr wrinkleton and i know it’s a huge thing and i probably should’ve asked but you just looked so sad and i thought maybe—”

he cut you off. with a sound you couldn’t even describe, half sob, half laugh.

he launched off the couch, dropped to his knees in front of the crate. and opened the door with shaking hands.

the tiny pug bolted into his lap, tail wagging so hard his whole body wriggled.

and matt? matt broke. right there. quiet tears slipping down his cheeks as he buried his face into the little pup’s soft fur, clutching him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

you stood there, frozen, heart in your throat. he finally looked up at you, eyes glassy, cheeks pink, mouth trembling in the softest smile you’d ever seen.

he didn’t say anything at first. he just held the tiny pug against his chest and reached for you, pulling you down onto the floor with him, into his arms, into the safest place you’d ever known.

“thank you,” he whispered against your hair, voice wrecked and broken and so, so full of love.

“you have no idea—” he broke off, squeezing you tighter. “fuck. you’re everything.”

you both sat there for a long time. him cradling the pug in one arm, you in the other. his hoodie sleeve damp from wiping at his eyes. his whole body finally relaxing.

safe. loved.

after a while, he pulled back just enough to press a shaky kiss to your forehead.

“what’s his name?” he asked, voice still wobbly but full of wonder.

you smiled shyly. “i figured you should pick it.”

he looked down at the wriggling puppy in his arms. thought about it for a second. then, with a watery laugh, he said, “mr wrinkleton junior.”

you both dissolved into giggles — real, healing, happy giggles. as the little pug yawned and snuggled deeper into matt’s chest like he belonged there.

and he did. you all did. because in that tiny living room, on that worn out couch, with tears still drying on your cheeks,

matt realized something.

he wasn’t alone anymore. he had you. he had mr wrinkleton junior. he had everything he ever wanted. and he wasn’t letting go.

ever.

a/n: idk this just came to my mind andd i thought itd be cute !!

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𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐜.𝐬.

word count. 511

you were going to kill him. you were going to actually snap chris fucking sturniolo’s neck right here in your best friend’s house.

his laugh echoed in the hallway, cruel and cocky, biting through the heavy silence like a blade. “what, cat got your tongue?” he smirked, blocking your path with one broad shoulder against the wall. “or are you just finally realizing you’re not as smart as that mouth makes you sound?”

you rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. “get the fuck out of my way, chris.”

he clicked his tongue, leaned in, and whispered, “make me.”

and that’s what did it. that’s what snapped.

because next thing you knew, your fingers were in his shirt, shoving him back into the empty guest room like your life depended on it. the second the door slammed, his hands were on you—rough, bruising, starved.

you kissed like people who hated each other. all teeth and spit and sharp nails. he bit your lip hard enough to make you gasp, then smirked as he shoved you into the dresser.

“been wanting to shut you up for months,” he panted, grabbing your face with one hand while his other pulled your hips flush to his. “y’gonna let me now, babygirl?”

“fuck you.”

his laugh was dark. “that’s the plan.”

then he flipped you.

hand on the back of your neck, he bent you over the dresser like it was nothing. you barely had time to breathe before you felt him yank your skirt up, panties down, and hiss behind you—“knew it. fuckin’ knew this pussy would be perfect.”

you were soaking. disgusting. furious at yourself for it.

“you’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he growled, dragging the tip of his cock between your folds without pushing in yet. “always running that mouth, acting like you don’t want me.” he slapped your ass hard, made you jolt, “this pussy’s been beggin’ for me since day one.”

“go to hell,” you bit out.

he laughed again. “ladies first.” and then he slammed into you.

you moaned—loud, broken, shameless.

his hips snapped into you with a brutal rhythm, hands gripping your waist so hard you swore you’d bruise. the dresser creaked with every thrust. his name spilled from your mouth like a curse, like a prayer.

“yeah?” he taunted, grabbing your hair to yank your head back. “so fuckin’ loud now. you were real quiet when my cock was down your throat in your little daydreams, weren’t you?”

your moan turned into a choke. he leaned closer, breath hot on your ear.

“bet you touch yourself thinkin’ about this,” he spat. “bet you rub that pretty cunt and imagine me bending you over every surface in this house.”

he reached down and rubbed your clit, fast and rough and relentless.

“chris—fuck—”

“yeah,” he growled. “thats it.”

he came so hard he bit your shoulder.

but he didn’t stop. not even when you were shaking. not even when you whimpered from overstimulation. he just pressed your face to the wood, shoved two fingers in your mouth.

“one more.”

a/n: yesss first post.. lwk nervous🫣🫣

—typed with one hand, lola.

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄. 𝐌.𝐒

you knew it wasn’t smart, falling for him.

matt was…complicated. not because of who he was — no, he was the simplest thing you’d ever known. he liked video games, and anime, and star wars; he cared about his brothers more than anything. he was quiet in crowds but soft one-on-one. he held doors open. he always smelled like fresh laundry and vanilla.

but the world he lived in? that was complicated. his life was loud, constantly moving, constantly watched. the whispers, the rumors, the way one wrong move could ruin everything — it all hovered over him like a stormcloud. and you? you weren’t exactly untouchable either. your name wasn’t clean. your past wasn’t polished.

you shouldn’t have even been here — not on the west side of the city, not in his apartment, not curled up with him under the low hum of a broken ceiling fan. his hoodie hung heavy on your frame, and his fingertips traced lazy shapes into your thigh as you both pretended you weren’t terrified of what this was.

“this isn’t smart,” you mumbled, voice cracking the silence.

his hand stilled. “i know.”

your heart twisted because you meant it. this isn’t smart. his reputation was fragile, and yours was even worse. the world wouldn’t be kind. they’d twist it, ruin it, use it against him. and yet — he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. not the kind he gave cameras, not the polite kind. a real one. small and shy and made just for you.

“i don’t care.”

you blinked up at him, stunned.

he tucked his face into your neck like he was hiding from the world, his voice barely a whisper, “you like me for me, right?”

you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. not with words. instead, you pressed your forehead to his, breathing him in, letting your heart say it for you.

you liked him for his messy hair and awkward jokes. for his too-long texts and the way he smiled at dogs. for the soft apologies when he thought he talked too much. for the way he looked at you like you weren’t broken.

you liked him. you wanted him. and it was delicate, terrifyingly so. but god, it was real.

a/n: my friend requested this and hopefully i made it good😛

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MOVIE NIGHT...SUB!CHRIS.

He can't think, hips bucking and overstimulated whimpers and moans flying from his lips as you straddle him and pump him like your life depended on it.

"Ma'— c-cant—s-shit—!" He begs, clawing needly at your hips, "I thought you wanted this, Chris." You tease, watching his tip leak more cum. He just whimpers.

He did want this. You were watching a movie, a horror movie, and Chris just couldn't focus. He was doing everything but looking at the TV, but he didn't wanna ruin this for you. This was your favorite movie.

So he leaned his head on your shoulder and pouted, playing with the hem of your shirt. An innocent gesture, but then you moved into his lap—And maybe, just maybe his hands slipped under your shirt.

And maybe you grabbed his chin and tried to make him look at you, but he didn't, so you had to grip harder. He flushes immediately when you lock eyes.

"Cute..." And Chris doesn't even have the chance to blink before your lips are on his. He's panting when you pull away, "So fucking cute." You whisper.

This kiss is rougher, messier, sloppier. Your hands are all over his body as he grips your waist for dear life, "Mhfh—" He lets out a muffled moan as you tug on his hair.

He feels you smirk against his lips.

"Mommy—" He gasps as you grind on him, hips buck erratically. "Mommy's gonna take care of you, m'kay?"

He whines when you pull away, a string of saliva connecting you.

Now he's here. Your hand shoved down his boxers and hand around his cock as sweaty locks of hair stick to his forehead and eyes rolled rolled back into his head.

"I- Icant— mama— cantcum!— Nononomore—!"

"Shhhhh, you can take it, Chrissy. You can take it." You coo, "You got it." He shakes his head, clawing at your hips.

"Ff-fuck— m— no— C-cum— I—!" He cries out, spilling another warm, sticky load into your hand. He's left panting and breathless when you unwrap your hand from his cock.

"Mhf.." He whines when you stick two of your cum covered fingers into his mouth, "S...so nasty, mommy."

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a/n: heavily inspired by this audio.... and other things! #stayfreaky

⟡ ݁₊ . HEARTLESS. pt.4

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you were nervous the whole day. stomach hurting, leg bouncing, glancing at the clock any given moment. you were nervous for the date. nervous— but excited.

you havent been on a date in.. at least a couple months. not after you gave up dating to focus solely on school. so of course, you had these nerves. and the rumors you heard about chris? didnt make it any easier.

chris was nervous too. he doesnt do dates. he hooks up with a girl, then moves on. not the type to get stuck on one specific girl. yet here he was.

he didnt know what to wear. does he do his hair? wear his most expensive cologne? wear casual clothes? dress up nice? it was only a diner. casual clothes would be good enough.. hopefully.

‧₊˚ ice cream date. c.s

word count: 567

it wasn’t planned.

like most of your best moments with chris, it just… happened.

you were driving around with no real destination, music humming low through the speakers, your legs tucked up on the seat, one of chris’s hoodies draped over your lap because you forgot your jacket.

again.

he looked over at you at a red light, sunglasses sliding down his nose, curls wild and wind-tossed from rolling the windows down way too far.

“do you want ice cream?” he asked suddenly.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ easter. c.s

word count: 572

you’re curled up on the couch in your mom’s living room, knees tucked under a cream knit throw, the scent of cinnamon rolls baking in the oven drifting through the air. your family is up and bustling around the house—your little cousins hunting eggs in the backyard, your aunt yelling about her deviled eggs being the best again this year. and you? you’re waiting for him.

nick and matt arrived first—both half asleep, both dragging their bags in like they were staying for a month. your mom practically tackled them with hugs. but now it’s almost noon, and the front door swings open.

chris walks in, grinning with that stupid little smirk, holding a giant pastel pink basket wrapped in cellophane and a bow. he’s in a yellow sweater and light-wash jeans, the same pair you said make his thighs look “dangerous.” he walks straight to you, and your heart skips like it always does.

⟡ ݁₊ . HEARTLESS. pt.3

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its been exactly a week, chris was counting, since he last saw you. he thought maybe since your last interaction, he’d see you more. oh he was so wrong. he’s thought about your beautiful silky hair more than he’d ever like to admit.

hes talked to caleb, hoping hanna would’ve told him anything about her. but no. absolutely nothing. it was killing him second by second. he was hoping he’d turn the corner and see her, waiting for him with open arms. god. he wishes.

⟡ ݁₊ . HEARTLESS. pt.2

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its been weeks— well one, since the party. chris couldn’t stop thinking about you. he didn’t know what it was. he could not get you out of his mind. it was weird. usually he’d fuck a girl— forget about her right after.

this was different. this wasn’t.. one of the girls he hooks up with. it was you. the way your lips curled up into a smile. the way you blushed when he called it pretty. it was addicting. he hated it. but at the same time— he loved it.

every corner he turned, he hoped he’d bump into you. during passing, he’d look everywhere for you. all he wanted to do was see you just once again. but there was no luck.

until it finally hit him. your friends with.. that one girl— he doesn’t know her name. but he knew she was dating caleb, who was in his frat. so, he looked around for caleb and darted towards him once he saw him.

“hey man, your girl, hanna. where is she?” he asked, trying not to seem as creepy as possible. “uh.. around. why?” caleb asked, clearly skeptical and confused.

“she has a friend who came the party last week. and i havent seen her, its like she moved to the moon or somewhere. i just.. want to ask your girl about her.” chris explained calmly, without seeming like he was obsessed with you or something.

caleb slowly nodded, believing him a little bit. “uh, try the courtyard. maybe theyre together.” he shrugged, walking away from chris. chris then nodded and made his way to the courtyard praying that they were both there.

he got there and looked for the blonde girl. he seen many. but, at least he knew her face. he then found her, relief washing over him. he approached her and smiled.

she looked up at him and smiled softly. “hey chris.” “hey uh..” he dragged out, drawing a blank to her name. she sighed and rolled her eyes. “hanna.”

“yeah, hanna. hey. so um.. listen, i have a question for you.” he asked her, sitting down next to her on the bench. “uh.. go for it.” she said, taking her earbuds out all the way and closing her notebook.

“your friend, the one that came with you to the party last week. i want—“ he started to say before getting cut off, “no. no, im not letting you have anything to do with her. shes not for you chris. shes the total opposite of you, and i wont let her get ruined.

chris’ eyebrows furrowed. he was upset, confused, shocked, hurt— so many things. he knew you werent usually his type. but he wanted something new, he wanted you. “hanna.. i just want to get to know her.”

“when was the last time you were in a relationship for her personality and not looks?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest. chris froze. he couldn’t. he knew he wasn’t an outstanding person, but him only being with a girl for looks, made him seem like an asshole.

“exactly. i wont let you near her again.” hanna said before shoving her things into her bag. she got up and patted his shoulder before leaving him alone. he groaned and tossed his head back. he hated this.

little did he know— you were thinking of him too. about how he was.. well, respectful. he didn’t force you to do anything. he seemed.. kind and gentle. it was weird. especially the compliment. pretty? not ‘sexy’ or ‘hot’. you loved it.

it had been a couple more days. chris still couldn’t find you. not until he went to the small cafe across the street from the school. he entered the cafe, in desperate need of a pastry. his eyes scanned around the building— before landing on you.

his heart beat fastened. he was beyond excited. this was his chance. his only chance to get to know you better. he didn’t go to the counter, he walked towards you.

you were sitting down, reading a book. it was a romance novel— your favorites. you hadn’t noticed anyone walking towards you until there was a presence right beside you. it was chris.

you looked at him in shock, slowly closing your book, placing the bookmark before it shut fully. you gave him a small smile. “hi. chris, right?” you asked softly, gesturing for him to sit.

his heart.. fluttered as you remembered his name. he loved that you thought of him. he nodded and sat down, “yeah.” he replied simply, not knowing exactly what to say.

you broke the silence, talking about how class was difficult. he just listened and watched, in obvious awe. he couldn’t believe this was happening— you were in front of him. not trying to get into his pants— just talking to him.

he didn’t want you to stop talking. he felt like he could listen to you talk for years. hes sure he could fall asleep to your voice if given the chance. he forgot all about his hunger— too distracted by your beautiful voice.

“so.. i do have to go now. i have a friend waiting for me. but it was nice talking to you chris. i hope to see you around.” you said, taking the final sip of your coffee. he got upset, but excited at you wanting to see him again.

“yeah. yeah, for sure. see ya.” he said lowly, nodding his head. you smiled and said your goodbyes. he just sat there, acting as if you were still there.

he was caught out of his trance by his stomach grumbling. he placed a hand over his tummy and stood up, making his way to the counter. he ordered a croissant sandwich and made his way out of the cafe.

you never left his mind.

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⟡ ݁₊ . HEARTLESS.

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chris was your typical frat guy— all he thinks and cares about is partying, lacrosse, and his frat friends. oh, and girls. though he doesn’t care enough to remember their names.

you were the complete opposite. you were shy, kept to yourself, always in books, and never went to a party or anything. never even dreamed of it. you also just joined college— the same college as chris.