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Squilliam 💀

Chris is a fever dream in the best way possible

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Guys, tickets go up in an hour, where do I buy them? Im on their website and it says Tour Venues and Ticket Info. Ticket info is just ticket info, and Tour Venues has all of the venues and locations with “Venue Link” but when you click on it it says “Page not found”.

Does that mean it’ll show up when tickets go live? I don’t want to assume and miss my chance to get tickets. If anyone knows, please please please comment on this post.

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This was so sassy 😭

OOOOOOO PUT IT DOWN !! 😡😡

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Surprised no one is talking about this…

He was so cute in this video so I made a lil edit ❤️

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FINALLY ITS UP THANK GOD

GUYS ITS NOT LOADING HELP

THEIR NEW VIDEO ISNT SHOWING UP WHAT IS HAPPENING

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GUYS ITS NOT LOADING HELP

THEIR NEW VIDEO ISNT SHOWING UP WHAT IS HAPPENING

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Y/n needs Chris...

Angst, slight panic attack, pet names, just cuddling, use of "baby"

Chris is in bed, doom scrolling on TikTok, tagging Matt in thirst traps. Y/n is at home in her bed, tossing and turning. She’s asleep, but her brain is on overdrive. Thoughts whip through her head, creating a wicked fever dream. She jolts awake, heart pounding as she sits bolt upright in bed. She gasps for air, eyes darting around the room. She sits there, feeling so small and helpless, curling into herself and starting to cry. Everything swirls around her. Homework, tests, college, life as a whole… She scrambles for her phone, fumbling with it to call Chris. Chris jumps a little when his phone starts to ring, but smiles when he sees it’s y/n. ”Hey, baby.” He smiles. Y/n breathes a small sigh of relief upon hearing her boyfriend’s voice. She sniffles and Chris’s face drops. “Baby.” ”Chris?” She says, her meek voice shaking. ”What’s wrong?” He asks, sitting up. Y/n tries to figure out how to explain, but all that can be heard is her heavy breathing. ”C-c-can’t…” Is all she manages to get out. Chris softens. “Can’t what, baby?” He asks, trying to coax it out of her. She tries to explain, but everytime she starts to try and form words in her head, her chest tightens and she cries harder. Chris can’t stand listening to her cries anymore and flings the covers off of him. “I’m coming, baby. Sit tight, just breathe.” He says, voice firm. She nods, even though he can’t see her, trying to breathe. Chris throws a hoodie on and rushes upstairs to grab his keys and shoes. “Just breathe, you’re okay, sweetheart…” He continues as he makes his way to the car, continuing his sweet nothings as he drives to y/n’s house. He parks on the street and carefully climbs the tree next to her window, tapping on it lightly. Y/n sees him and jumps up, running to the window and unlocking it, pulling it open, and pulling Chris inside. Chris climbs through the window and shuts it behind him, immediately taking his girlfriend in his arms. “It’s okay, baby… I’m here. I’m here, baby.” He whispers, stroking her hair as she cries into his chest. She pulls back and puts her arms up, making grabby hands. Chris’s heart melts and he stoops to pick her up, easily holding her against his chest. She clings to him, her body molding against his so perfectly. He cradles her like she’s the most precious thing in the world, and softly sways with her, gently rocking her side to side, whispering comforting words in her ear. “I’ve got you…. Nothing will happen to you… I’ll keep you safe from everything….Everything’s gonna be okay, baby girl…” Chris’s scent, warmth, and words quickly soothe y/n and she melts into him. He chuckles. “That’s my girl…” Y/n nuzzles into his neck, mumbling; “I love you, Chris.” She says, eyes closed, cheek squished against his shoulder. He coos, his tough guy exterior deteriorating to nothing. He carries her to bed, laying her down, keeping one hand on her thigh while he unties his shoes. He kicks them off and tucks his little girlfriend into the covers, climbing in next to her. She clings onto him, nuzzling her way in. He grins, staring down at y/n. His whole world in his arms, and he’ll do anything to protect her. “Everything will work out…. I’ll make sure of it.” He whispers, giving her a tender kiss on the forehead before drifting off to sleep.

@owensbabygirl request

Here you go! I hope I did a good job!

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HEY SLUTS, I NEED REQUESTS.

GET AS CRAZY AS YOU WANT WITH IT, I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING.

PLEASE.

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Throwback…

HELP, I’M DYING HOW ARE THEY REAL???MATT IS SO CUTE WITH HIS LITTLE LAUGH. HE CAN PEEL ME LIKE A BANANA

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Watching some of their old videos…

WHY DOES HE SWITCH UP SO FAST LMFAO???

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virgin!reader x matt sturn

warnings: suggestive (dry humping, praising, talking you through it), humiliation (if you squint).

the room was dimly lit, a faint glow emanating from the bedside lamp. you straddled Matthew’s hips, his hands resting on your waist as he guided you through the awkward motions. the friction of your clothed bodies rubbing together sent unfamiliar tremors through you.

he whispered encouragements, his breath warm against your neck, "like this, see?" he bucked his hips slightly, showing you the rhythm he wanted you to follow. you could feel how hard he is beneath his jeans, even through the thick fabric, it was unmistakable.

as you awkwardly gyrated above him, his hands slid from your waist to your hips, gripping tighter. his guidance became more insistent, urging you to press down harder, grind faster. a low groan escaped his lips, spurring you on despite the unfamiliar sensations coursing through your inexperienced body.

his face contorted with restraint, his eyes rolling back briefly as he fought to keep his hands on your hips instead of tugging your clothes off entirely. "damn it," he hissed between clenched teeth, his hips bucking more forcefully beneath you.

his intensity both thrilled and startled you. your cheeks flushed pink, breathing becoming shallow as the new sensations overwhelmed your senses. the friction between your legs was starting to feel.. good? too good? you bit your lower lip, hands gripping his shoulders for balance, unsure whether to continue or pull away.

he could see the conflict in your eyes, the hesitation written all over your face. he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your back to keep you from retreating. "keep going," he murmured, his voice hoarse, "you're doing it right,"

his praise emboldened you slightly, and you began following the rhythm he had shown you. the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against the thin fabric of your shorts sent tingles through your legs, a strange warmth building in your lower belly. "that's it, baby.. just like that," his normally calm voice was thick with desire, breath hot against your ear as he whispered instructions. one of his hands slid up your back, tangling in your hair, while the other moved around to grip your ass possessively.

you gasped as he squeezed, pressing you further against him. the new position pressed you right where you needed it, and a small, surprised sound escaped your lips. your movements grew more instinctual, less hesitant, as you chased the unfamiliar but tantalizing feeling.

his fingers curled under your shirt, clawing at your skin as he tried to pull it up, needing more contact. "lift your arms," he growled, voice muffled against your neck as he tried to tug the fabric off.

hesitantly, you complied, raising your arms. the cool air hit your bared midriff as the shirt came off, leaving you in your bra. his calloused hands immediately mapped the newly exposed skin.

he stared at you in awe, eyes trailing over your face, neck, collarbone, and the gentle swell of your breasts above the lacy cups of your bra. "you're so fucking pretty," he murmured, almost to himself.

his fingers traced patterns on your back, while his other hand moved to cup your face, tilting it towards him. "really fucking pretty," he repeated, his eyes dark with desire as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

you melted into the kiss, your lips parting instinctively as his tongue sought entrance. the warmth of his mouth, the taste of him, it was overwhelming in the best possible way. your hands crept up to tangle in his hair, holding him closer as if afraid he might disappear.

your manicure nails dug gently into his scalp as your hips bucked wildly against his, chasing the blissful sensation that had been building for what felt like an eternity. with a hoarse cry, you finally reached your release, your entire body convulsing in pleasure as you coated your panties with your essence.

he felt you tense and heard your cry, knowing exactly what was happening. a low groan rumbled in his chest as he watched you fall apart in his arms, your face flushed, lips parted, and eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. "fuck," he breathed.

he continued holding you close as the waves of pleasure subsided, one hand stroking through your hair while the other kept a firm grip on your waist. his heart was racing, and he was still painfully hard against you, but all he cared about was making sure you were okay.

your breath came in ragged gasps as you gradually floated back down to reality, your skin sensitive where it touched his. a mix of embarrassment and pure contentment washed over you, making your limbs feel heavy. you'd never felt anything so intense, so all-consuming.

as you looked into his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own emotions, multiplied tenfold. his gaze was unwavering, filled with adoration and affection. suddenly, the world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you.

he whispered, "stay," as he pulled you closer, his strong arms wrapping around you like shackles. the room fell silent — except for the rhythmic beat of his heart beneath your ear.

©nxsturn

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@lolastrniolo , @marrykisskilled , @emely9274 , @sophand4n4 , @fmalewokk , @pinkbunnyie .

thank you so much for 200-300 followers! (and the 1k+ notes on two of my fics, are you kidding me????)

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In the middle of their new video right now, this thing is longgggg (fitting if you catch my drift)

Loving every second of it ❤️

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Hey Tumblr, my page has been dry lately, so let me know what fics you want and ill write them. Been in a really bad slump and really want to write something. Please please please send me some requests.

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Holy fuck

so many people have requested a compilation of whimpers n moans so here you are 🙇‍♀️

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Am I really horny or do you see it too?

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🍾New Year appreciation raid🍾

may 2025 bring you peace, prosperity, and countless moments of happiness and love. I appreciate you so very much, happy new year!!!

feel free to forward this message into others inboxes🤍

❤️❤️❤️

Thanks Millie 🫶🏻

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Okay, I can’t be the only one who doesn’t really f*ck with beard/stubble Matt. Like, he’s still hot as f*ck, but I preferred lil skinny Matt. He was so cute and little 🥺🥺

Don’t attack me for this plssssss ❤️❤️❤️