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guys, please ignore this, I'm just overdramatic

screaming crying and throwing up, I definitely am not getting them. Fucking website crashed so many times 😭

They’re not Taylor swift wtf 😭

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I may kms.... wtf how are people getting through this. nothing is working 😭😭😭

I have never been this stressed in my life

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I have never been this stressed in my life

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literally same, except I managed to convince my boss to let me come in late. but like bro, my hands are sweating, why am I so panicked about this

literally shitting myself at work getting ready to buy tickets </3 the power these three white boys hold on me is INSANE !!!!! but good luck to everyone:)

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the fact that my nervous system doesn't know the difference between getting tickets to the Surprise Party Tour and being held at gunpoint is slightly concerning

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I've been in a "live life for yourself" mood lately, and I gotta say, it's helping so much. Like, fuck whatever anyone else thinks. If you wanna do something go do it. Why do you care so much what other people think. Everyone is living life for the first time together. Why not make it fun? Dye your hair in a rainbow, frolick in a field, wear the fancy dress, take pictures, document memories, go to concerts, normalize romanticizing your everyday life, and enjoy the little things. Act a fool with your friends in public. Do the shit you love because you're only here once. Start that YouTube channel. Start your photography stuff. Adopt that cat. Buy yourself flowers. Read books while walking through downtown. Dress in the clothes you find cool. Learn to crochet. Collect your little trinkets.

Life is too short for you to worry about other people's opinions as much as you do. You were put here for a reason. Go enjoy that.

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Please, I need series more than I need air to breathe 😩

i’m gonna say it. we NEED more series in this fandom, me included. PLEASE. please I need more people to write long winded series that rip my heart out and sew it back together.

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@y3sterdaysproblem is officially one of the coolest people for doing this... I'm in love

request for BF!Chris, the reader is 5'4, dirty blonde, almost brunette hair, blue eyes, PLUS SIZE, horrible anxiety issues, tourette's syndrome, ADHD, a couple tattoos (little flash sheet ghosts on the inside of her forearms), style is literally high waisted baggy jeans and a band tee or a sweater, always has her hair in braids.

This is a lot of info. You do not have to include it all, I just figured the more info you have to choose from, the better for your creative little brain to create scenarios from! literally, even just one of these things would be perfect!

chris loves your height difference more than he lets on, always resting his chin on your head whenever he’s standing behind you, pressing soft kisses into your hair while you cook, get ready, even just when you’re standing in the mirror. he’s always asking you if there’s anything he can do to help you on days where your anxiety is bad, even if it’s just cuddling in bed and watching a movie. asked so many questions about your tourette’s in the beginning and now he just giggles at your tics or ignores them completely, but he holds your hands tight in his own when it gets bad so you don’t hurt yourself. he also tried learning how to braid your hair and he wasn’t awful at it but you’re definitely never wearing his braids in public. loves running his fingers over your tattoos absentmindedly and loves helping you pick out what to wear.

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God the way I'd let this man fuck me 7 ways to Sunday, raw all day. UGH

── ⋮ ⌗ RAW. . . ⟢ BF.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ

Chris had never been shy about his opinions on condoms. He didn’t just dislike them—he fucking hated them.

And you heard about it constantly.

“Feels like wearing a damn trash bag,” he’d mutter under his breath every time he rolled one on.

“Y’know this would feel so much better without it,” he’d say while looking at you with those half-lidded, pleading eyes, hands gripping your hips like he could convince you with touch alone.

He wasn’t wrong, and that was the worst part. You knew it. You’d felt it—just once, in the heat of the moment when he had pushed into you before either of you remembered. But you had stopped him, breathless and tempted, because logic had always won out over desire.

Until now.

Tonight, he’s on his knees between your legs, his head resting against your thigh, kissing over sensitive skin while his fingers tease you in slow, lazy strokes. He’s in no rush, taking his time, feeling the way your body reacts to him—how you shiver at the first press of his lips, how your breathing stutters when he drags his fingers just right.

“C’mon y’know I’d pull out,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low, husky.

You exhale sharply. “Chris.”

“What?” His lips brush higher. His fingers slip deeper. “It’s true. I’d pull out. Every time. You know I would.”

You do. He’s never given you a reason not to trust him, never reckless with you, no matter how desperate he gets.

“I promise I will,” he continues, looking up at you, eyes dark, pupils wide. “I just—fuck, baby, I wanna feel you.” His voice is wrecked with frustration, but his touch stays soft, coaxing. “Really feel you.”

Your stomach clenches at the way he says it, the way his fingers work you open so easily. He knows exactly how to touch you, exactly how to make you melt, and you know he’s using that to his advantage.

“Please.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Just once.”

You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t.

But the way he’s looking at you—the sheer desperation in his expression, the raw hunger in his eyes—makes it impossible to say no.

“…Just once.” The words leave your lips before you can think too hard about them.

Chris stills. His eyes flicker with something almost like disbelief before it turns into something darker, something primal.

“Yeah?” His voice is rough, nearly breaking.

You nod, and that’s all it takes.

He’s on you in seconds, lips crashing into yours, hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind. He pulls back only to push you onto your back, hovering over you, breathing hard.

“Y’sure?” He asks, but his hands are already roaming, already lining himself up.

You bite your lip, nodding. “Mhmmm I’m sure.”

Chris exhales a shaky breath, his forehead dropping to yours for half a second—like he needs to ground himself, like this is something more than just physical to him.

And then he pushes in.

You gasp at the difference immediately—how soft he is, how close he feels, how there’s nothing between you now, nothing dulling the sensation. He lets out a broken groan, his fingers digging into your skin.

Chris shudders above you, his breath ragged, forehead pressed against yours like he's trying to hold himself together. But you can feel it—the way his body trembles, the way his grip tightens, the way his hips stutter for a second too long before he forces himself to move again.

Your breath catches as he starts to move, slow at first, like he’s savoring every second, like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel around him with nothing in the way. Every deep thrust sends a shudder through you, your body adjusting to the stretch, to the overwhelming sensation of him bare inside you.

"Jesus fuck," he rasps, voice hoarse, raw, like this is wrecking him from the inside out.

"You're-fuck, baby, you're so warm. So wet. Feels like—" He cuts himself off with a strangled groan, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he forces his eyes open, forces himself to look at you.

You whimper as he buries himself deeper, deeper than you've ever felt him before, and the newness of it-the unbearable closeness, the way he's filling you with nothing in the way-it has you clawing at his back, nails dragging down the taut muscles of his shoulders.

Chris curses under his breath, one of his hands flying to your face, forcing you to look at him. "Tell me you feel it," he grits out, his forehead knocking against yours. “Tell me you feel how good this is”

You can't even form words. You just nod, legs tightening around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as you arch into him, desperate for more.

Chris lets out a sound that's almost a growl, his hips snapping into you faster, rougher, losing the last thread of control he had left.

His movements turn messy, almost frantic, like he's chasing something just out of reach. You can feel it, the way he's barely holding himself together, the way his body tenses, the way he's gripping your thigh like he's grounding himself, trying to make this last, trying to hold onto the feeling of being inside you raw for as long as he can.

"M’not—, m’not gonna last," he admits, breathless, desperate, his voice cracking.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, his voice thick with something between awe and desperation. “I—shit, I can’t—”

He cuts himself off with a sharp thrust, and your body arches into him on instinct. The difference is overwhelming—raw and unfiltered, nothing dulling the way he stretches you, the way he fills you up so perfectly. You cling to his shoulders, your nails pressing into the firm muscle there, and he groans, gripping your hips tighter like he’s trying to pull you even closer.

“So good,” he rasps, dragging his lips along your jaw. “you’re fuckin’ squeezin’ me so tight.”

You can hear it—the slick, obscene sounds of where your bodies meet—and it sends a fresh wave of heat through you, making you whimper into his shoulder. Chris lets out a deep, guttural groan in response, his movements faltering for just a second before he collects himself.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes burning into you. “Knew you’d feel like this—so goddamn perfect.”

His hands slide down your thighs, pushing them up higher so he can get deeper, angling just right, and when he thrusts in again, it knocks the breath from your lungs.

“Chris,” you gasp, clenching around him.

His jaw tightens, his eyes darkening as he watches your face, soaking in every reaction. “Yeah? That feel good?”

You can only nod, already trembling, already dangerously close to finishing.

Chris curses under his breath, picking up his pace, his hips snapping harder against yours. “We can’t ever- ever go back to them,” he groans, his voice wrecked, almost frantic. “Ain’t ever gonna want you any other way—just like this. Just you. Fuck, just you, baby.”

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you tighten around him, drawing a ragged moan from his lips. He buries his face in your neck, his thrusts turning desperate, like he’s losing himself in the feeling of you, like he’s never going to get enough.

“Ma, I—” His breath stutters, his grip on you almost bruising. “M’so close. You gotta—fuck, I need you to come for me.”

He pounds into you, hard and deep and unrelenting, his breathing ragged, his hands gripping your hips so tight you know you'll feel it tomorrow. His fingers slip between your bodies, finding your clit with practiced ease, rubbing tight circles that send you spiraling. 

Every stroke of his hips is perfect, hitting that spot inside you over and over again until your eyes begin to water. The pleasure builds too fast, too intense, and when he thrusts deep one last time, you break—your body shuddering, until your vision goes white, until you're gasping his name like it's the only thing you know.

Chris follows right after, a strangled groan ripping from his throat as he buries himself deep, cursing as he pulls out just in time, his body shaking as he spills onto your stomach, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, chest heaving.

The only sound in the room is your heavy breathing, the lingering hum of pleasure in your veins, the slow realization of what just happened.

Chris lets out a breathless laugh still catching his breath. He tilts his head up, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips before grinning softly.

"Yeah," he murmurs against your mouth.

"Ain't no fuckin' way l'm ever wearin' one again."

authors note: need idk…

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i got two holes for a reason 🤷‍♀️

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Need to wake up next to him so bad 😔

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he’s so sassy i love it

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Fantastic day to be a Chris girl

today is a good day to be a chris girl

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Holy mother of Jesus... I- no words... That's how I tell storiessss!

yapper - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you talk, a lot. chris finally has enough of your voice and puts his hand over your mouth, little did you both know that this would let to a lot more than expected.

contains: smut, fluff, shy!chris, yapper!reader, risky sex.

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9:28pm

"okay- but guess what happened next! she literally took off runnings, like- i mean i know she was embarrased but running away is just gonna make an even bigger fool of yourself right?" i ramble on and on, and on... and on.

"but-" i start, cutting myself off with a gasp, "i forgot to tell you oh my god! okay so you know that one girl who i used to work with, wait whats her name?"

chris suddenly speaks up, "baby," he sighs, his voice has a twinge of frustration in it, which doesnt suprise me.

ive been speaking his ear off this whole hang out, but its not my fault that i just have so much to tell chris.

i stay silent for about 3 seconds before instantly starting up again,

"jen-! that was her name, okay so basically i found out that her and her boyfriend are in like this massive fight right now because she fucki-"

chris cuts me off,

his hand clasps over my mouth, which shut me up pretty fast.

i stare at him with my round eyes, his hand still firmly plastered over my lips.

he clears his throat, breaking eye contact quickly.

i slowly reach up, grabbing his wrist and trying to gently lift his hand away.

he keeps it there though, his gaze drifitng back over to me.

chris's eyes are fluttering shut everytime he blinks, his cheeks burning red as the silence in the room grows, its nice for a change though.

i open my mouth to try protest, but my voice is muffled by his palm. "mmf- chris just-" i start,

he shakes his head, "all you do- is just talk y/n! oh my fucking god."

a grin spreads across my face, which chris seems to take note off.

suddenly he sits up right, grabbing my shoulder with his free hand.

he gently lays me down on the couch, his hand still plastered over my lips.

he then hovers over me, staring down into my eyes.

i feel heat pool in my lower abdomen, goosebumps travelling up my arms as the eye contact with chris grows stronger.

he gently removes his hand away from me, his face inches from mine.

he it between my legs, his torso millimeters above mine and his hair tickling my forehead.

“not.. another word.” he whispers,

i nod slightly,

he brushes his lips against mine, our noses brushing.

suddenly his lips connect with mine, my chest instantly tightens as i grab at him,

he inches my legs further apart with his knee, which shortly after brushes against my clothed cunt.

i let out a needy whine against his lips, causing him to pull away,

“shh sh.” he shushes me, his hands on either side of my head.

“i wan’ you..” i whisper,

chris’s cheeks flush red, his eyes darting away for a second,

“yeah?” he mutters, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he blinks a few times.

i nod, “i- i really do.”

i sit up on my elbows before reaching for his belt buckle,

he doesn’t say anything, just letting me.

i unbuckle his belt, a soft thump fills the room as it drops onto the couch.

i tug down his jeans, and he helps me discard them to the side.

his hands rest on my knees,

he suddenly speaks up, “i- i mean- we really can’t.. matt and nick are home and nick has a friend over it’s- it’s so risky..”

i frown slightly, “but- please! that’s not fair!”

he shakes his head, letting it tip back.

“i’ll be really.. really quiet i swear.” i whisper,

“i doubt that..” he scoffs,

“cant we just go to your room?” i groan,

he shakes his head, “nick will be right next door, he’ll hear stuff..”

i look up at him through big wide eyes, toying with the waistband of his boxers,

“i’ll be so good and quiet..” i breathe,

“fine- fine okay- just- god..” he mumbles,

he reaches for my waistband and tugs my small shorts off, before pulling at my panties.

he practically tears my tank top off, leaving me fully revealed.

“we have to be quick though.” chris mutters, pulling his shirt off over his head, leaving him only in his black boxers.

i nod with a smile,

he palms himself through his boxers as he hunched over, clearly overwhelmingly horny.

i tug down his boxers, the cold air hits his tip, causing him to let out a shaking gasp.

“please..” i grin,

he nods, “you- be quiet.” he whispers, grabbing my hip and lining himself up with me.

my arousal coats his tip as he gently presses it in,

the stretch hurts so good, i let out a small moan.

he slowly presses more inside of me, my walls clamping around him at the size,

“fuck- chris-“ i moan out, completely forgetting the one rule he had for me,

he stares down at me, his movements stilling,

“i fucking told you, be quiet.” he grunts,

“i can’t..” i whine loudly, his thickness stretching me out.

he moves his hand, placing it right back over my mouth with a small tut.

he starts to thrust into me, making sure his strokes are deep each time.

i squeeze my eyes shut, my whole body feeling like it’s on fire,

my stomach tingles heavily, i purse my lips together, trying to stop my noises but it’s not working.

a moan rips out of me, muffled by chris’s palm.

“noisy girl, fuck..” chris groans, his pace rapidly picking up speed.

i wrap my legs around his waist as i frantically grip at his back, my nails sinking into his skin.

my moans get increasingly louder as i turn my head to the side, making chris hand on my mouth slip away.

“you just- you just can’t shut up can you?” he grumbles, his voice trembling as he gets closer,

“i- fuck!” i babble out,

suddenly, chris pulls out of me.

empty, is the only word to describe how i feel.

“chris no- please i was so close- please!”

he cuts me off, “sit up.”

i sit up on the couch, the dull ache between my thighs frustrating me.

he gets up on his knees, his cock right infront of my face.

i stare up at him frustratedly, folding my arms,

“since you won’t keep your mouth shut, gonna have to atleast put it to work hm?” he whispers,

i roll my eyes, my hole fluttering from loss of contact.

he reaches two fingers down and taps my cheek, “open.”

i part my lips,

“go on, use that damn mouth for good.” he mutters, his hand reaching round to my hair and twirling it into a makeshift pony.

“fuck you.” i mumble quietly, a small grin on my lips.

he gently presses his tip to my lips, i wrap my lips around it, tasting myself on him.

i let out small grunts as i take him further down my throat, my lower jaw already aching.

his tip kisses the back of my throat, making me squeeze my eyes shut.

“good, so good..” he groans,

he starts to move his hips, gently fucking my face.

i let him, keeping my lips firmly around him.

his pace quickens, the head of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of my throat.

small gagging noises fill the room as his pace gets even faster.

“oh fuck baby- oh god, gonna— gonna let me fill that pretty mouth up?” he rambles, his grip on my hair tightening,

i nod,

“that’s a good girl,” he whimpers with one final thrust of his hips,

spurts of white shoot down my throat, a smile growing on my face as i swallow it all,

he gently pulls out of my mouth, rubbing my cheek with his free hand.

he flops back onto the couch, his cheeks red and sweaty.

his hair sticks to his forehead from the dampness, he gently pulls me onto his lap.

“can you fuck me now chris, so mean of you to edge me like that.” i huff, rolling my eyes.

“why would i let you cum? you weren’t following instructions properly yeah?” he chuckles, earning a loud groan from me

i tip my head foward onto his shoulder

“my jaw hurts.” i groan,

“does that mean you’ll finally stop all the talking?” he grins,

“no— not at all actually- i still haven’t finished my story!”

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I’ll never recover from this

I WANNA RUN MY FINGERS THROUGH HIS HAIR SO BADDD 😭😭

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finger me! oops! i mean choke me! WHOOPS! where are my manners? i meant what a distinguished gentleman!!💞

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felt my mouth drop open more and more as I read this.....

ꔛ 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝…

⚠︎ smut, doggy position, p n v, bawls to the clit

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“Fuckin–hold still, princess. Just, fuck–-just tryna make you feel good.”

Matt’s voice is interrupted by breathless pants, his chest heaving as he makes sure to pound himself deep into you.

And you love it. He has you flipped to face the mattress, your ass propped up as he drills you from behind. It feels fucking perfect, the ring of your fluids coating the base of his dick reassuring him of that. 

“Matt–-I—” Your mind is melting under the sensations. The lewd clapping noise is driving you wild, the pace of his thrusts making his balls slap against your swollen clit.

“Oh my god,” you whine, grasping your hands tighter on the sheets as you feel him really focus his hips on gaining depth inside of you. 

You hear him hiss from behind you. He bites on his lower lip as he feels you clench around him again. He’ll never get tired of this–he’ll never get enough.

Watching you writhe in overwhelming pleasure makes his pride float. He wraps his arm around your neck–not tightly, but just enough to get a good look at the drool falling from your lips. 

“Feels soooo good, hm?” he taunts, mockingly cooing as he presses a soft kiss on your temple–a touch very contradicting to his relentless hips. 

He’s smiling sickly as he watches your head bob up and down quickly. “Mhm, it’s—” your mouth's drops open as Matt buries himself to a hilt inside of you, purposefully being vicious with his movements just to gain more of that sickening pride. 

“It’s perfect, isn’t it, baby? My cock fucking you so deep, huh?” 

Once again, you fail to respond. Matt lets himself truly turn animalistic, using a brutal amount of force to pound himself hard into you.

A sharp cry leaves your mouth, your hand shooting back to grasp onto his hip in search of some sort of grounding. “Matt!” you scream, your nails scratching into his side.

But–he doesn’t care. If anything, it just fills him with more pride, his chest swelling as he watches your body try to squirm away. 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he husks, holding onto you tightly, not letting you move an inch, “Don’t run from it. Unless you want me to stop-”

He barely gets to finish his sentence before you speak up. “No! Please, keep–keep going, I’m so…so close,” you pant, your entire body burning as you feel your thighs tense repeatedly. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not–not gonna stop. Not until you cum over and,” he seethes as you convulse around him, “-’n over again. Gotta fuck my girl, gotta–gotta make you feel so good.”