bjdprettyy

yeah i'm underage so what

[bjdprettyyy]

Introduction

Hey yall this is NOT my first time having a tumblr account. i had an old account where i was lying ab who i was, but i had to delete it cz myyy mom was going through my phone

the account didn't get that much attention, but i still lost a bunch of stories and followers. ill be completely restarting anew and being myself this time.

the old accoubt i had was certifiedmattl0ver i don't expect a lot of ppl to know ab it but its whatever.

A bit about me:

-15

-Im black so i will be writing most fics as y/n being black

-Ill write whatever i want so if u have a problem you can deal with it

-Canadian

-ill most likely never do a face reveal

-im a tall girly (5'9) so i'll write fics about being tall

What ill write:

-anything sturniolo and nate doe

-smut, angst, fluff, all of it

-Chase keith

-Carrington

-Outerbanks

-MAYBE dsmp idk

-no borderline nasty shit (incest, orgy, scat, piss, puke, fisting)

-Stranger things

-sam and colby

-it 2017

Feel free to send in requests!!!

[bando--grand-scamyon]

If you [ b l a c k ] reblog this.

don’t care what shade just reblog.

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"x black reader"

[poge-life]

i could never be famous. first chance i get, imma fuck drew starkey

[bjdprettyyy]

TEXTS WITH BF!CHRIS

first time doing smth like this!!! hope you like it!!!

[bjdprettyyy]

The Silent Game

Summary: A boy who's notorious for his unsettling silence and strange behavior forms an unlikely friendship with a cheerful, trusting girl who is too pure for her own good. The boy silently observes her life, pushing her boundaries slowly and subtly, to see how much control he can gain over her. As she gets drawn deeper into his twisted game, she struggles to keep her innocence intact.

lil sneak peak😛

sorry to my 9 followers for not posting for months

pls forgive me

[bjdprettyyy]

PORNSTAR!CHRIS

a/n: first smut fic on this account!! i had a bunch of writer's block so it took a few days to write. enjoy!!

ib: @whore4mattsturniolo

tw: p in v, slight choking, facefucking, pet names, spanking, overstimulation, dacryphilia, squirting

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"you ready for this ma?"

you don't know how you got into this situation but you did. you're in the bedroom of a well-known pornstar, and you're both about to film your first porn video.

"y-yeah, i am," you say almost sounding unsure of yourself

"yk you don't have to ri-"

"I do. I do want to," you cut him off. "Alright then," he smirks. Let's get started, shall we?"

you nod in agreement as chris goes to the camera to turn it on. once he positions it, he approaches you and starts a heated make-out session. "get on your knees for me ma" he says loud enough for the camera to hear. you do as he says and you get on your knees in front of him. he tilts your chin up so that you're looking at him "you gonna be good for me baby?" your heart flutters at the nickname and you nod 'yes', "words ma" he demands. "yes ill be good" he smirks at you.

''you know what to do baby'' he winks at you and you get the hint that he wants you to take his pants off. you trail your hands up the side of his leg and use your teeth to untie his drawstring. you take your hands to the waistband of his pants while maintaining eye contact with him. now you've never shot a porn video before, let alone with an actual pornstar, so you don't know where all this came from. you take off his boxers and his dick springs out, surprising you with the size. you catch yourself staring a little at his raging boner. "what's the matter princess, too big for you?"

without even trying to hide it, you agree with him "yeah..." he tilts his head to the side "aww too bad you're gonna take it anyway" he says with false pity. "tongue out" he says. you comply as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. he inserts his dick in your mouth and you start bobbing your head to your best efforts. "you can do better than that'' chris says as he grabs the back of your head and pushes you down further onto his length, making you gag.

he thrusts his hips at a steady pace into your mouth, touching the back of your throat. tears started rolling down your face and you tried to make eye contact as best as you could, but you couldn't stop your eyes from rolling back. ''look at you such a mess on my dick''

chris pulls out of your mouth to give you a break and you breathe heavily. "you alright ma?" he asks. you nod 'yes'

"use your words beautiful"

"i-im alright"

"what an obedient slut" he puts his schlong back in your mouth and continues facefucking you. After a while you feel warm liquid running down your throat, and you hear chris letting out a low groan, making you wetter than you already were.

''your mouth is wonderful baby,'' he notices how fucked out you look. mascara running down your face, sweating, and your hair all messed up. "you look so perfect,'' you stay silent, remaining breathless from the harshness.

"on the bed. ass up face down'' you scurry off your knees and get on the bed. while you're getting into position chris slaps your ass, causing you to jump a little. ''oh I'm gonna ruin you mama'' he says as he runs his dick in between your folds, teasing you. ''please'' you quietly say. ''what was that ma? you're gonna have to speak up'' chris could damn well hear what you said, but you were filming a video, so the audience had to hear too. ''please...fuck me'' you say in a louder tone. ''that's it, princess'' he groans a bit as he slides into you with ease from his dick still being wet with your saliva. you let out a high-pitched moan due to his size, and your body slightly moves away from him. ''don't run from me ma'' he says as he grips your hips and pulls you back on his dick.

you let out a loud moan from his sudden movements. he starts thrusting into you, slowly, but deep enough to make your toes curl. soon enough, he finds your g-spot, making you let out a moan louder than the others. chris takes note of this and starts speeding up his thrusts, basically pounding into you. chris runs his hand up your spine and reaches your hair. he grabs a handful and pulls you up ''look at the camera ma. tell em how good I'm making you feel.'' you could barely comprehend what he said and remained unresponsive. he gives a hard slap on your ass, causing you to snap back to reality ''what did I just tell you to do ma'' he pulls your hair further back. ''f-feels so good..'' you manage to mutter out in between moans. ''good girl'' he whispers in your ear.

you feel your core heating up, and you know what's coming. before you could warn him, you cum on his dick, causing him to stop completely. you pant from your orgasm, legs slightly shaking. ''did I say you could fucking cum?'' you nod you head 'no'

chris lets go of your hair causing you to plop back down on the bed. he pulls out and flips you over so that you're now in missionary. he pushes you up so that your head hangs off the bed. he slides back into you, ''we're gonna keep going until you listen, got that?'' he spits out. ''y-yes'' you breathlessly say

he starts moving at a relentless pace. your head spins from the overstimulation. chris moves your legs to rest on his shoulders, giving him a deeper angle. his hand snakes up your body. resting at your neck, putting pressure and completely cutting off your airways as if he was intending to kill you. the lack of air brought you closer to your second orgasm. your nails scratch at chris's hand on your throat, begging for air. ''you're fucking squeezing me ma. am I fucking you that good?'' you obviously stay silent because you can't breathe.

your vision starts to go dark, and tears run down your face as your body goes limp. chris realizes this and removes his hand from your throat. he notices a bulge in your stomach and smirks a bit. ''fuuuck look at that. so deep aren't I?'' now, chris is a pornstar so you know he has to keep up the commentary to keep his viewers locked in.

he reaches his hand down to your clit, and rubs it harshly, causing you to moan loudly. once again, you feel yourself coming closer to your orgasm. more tears run down your face, from holding on to your orgasm for so long. chris's thrusts start to get sloppy, and you can tell that he's close from his heavy breathing. ''that's it, baby, cry for it...fuck I'm gonna cum so deep in you''

''please...'' you say in a whisper. ''what was that ma? you're gonna have to speak up'' history repeats itself. ''please let me cum chris... I've been so so good'' chris grins at your pleas and once again starts rubbing your bundle of nerves harshly. ''cum for me mama''

as soon as he said that you instantly let go, not expecting yourself to squirt. chris chuckles at the mess you made ''that was so hot ma'' your body starts convulsing from the stimulation. not too long after, chris slows down his thrusts, pushing deep inside you as he cums. he lets out a heavy groan as he pulls out, leaving you with an empty feeling. ''you okay beautiful? i went a bit hard'' he says with a slight tone of concern. ''im okay..'' chris gives you a light kiss on your forehead as he gets off the bed to turn off the camera.

THE END!

i don't have the patience to write aftercare stuff soooo

[bjdprettyyy]

Wildflower

a/n: this took like 2 hours to write so sorry if its lowk choppy

ib: @gamerchrissgf

f!reader x chris, angst, fluff if you squint

The room was dark except for the flickering of streetlights outside, casting long, thin shadows through the window. y/n sat on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing. The soft hum of Billie Eilish’s “Wildflower” played quietly in the background, but it didn’t feel like music anymore. It felt like a reflection of her tangled emotions.

“But I see her in the back of my mind all the time... like a fever and i'm burning alive...”

The lyrics hit her in the gut every time. She felt like she was that wildflower, caught in something she couldn’t control, torn between two things she couldn’t reconcile.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, the name on the screen making her chest tighten. Chris. It had been three weeks since they’d last talked, really talked. Three weeks since that night when everything between them shifted, when the lines blurred, and everything she had known about friendship, loyalty, and love felt… different.

Her fingers hovered over the screen. She could ignore it, let it go. It would be easier. But she knew it wouldn’t be.

The problem wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to him. She did. She always did. The problem was that he was her best friend’s ex-boyfriend, and the guilt of it was suffocating her. She had tried to bury her feelings, tried to push them aside, but every time Chris smiled at her—every time they shared a quiet moment or laughed over something small—it felt like a weight in her chest, heavier and heavier, and she couldn’t shake it.

y/n had always promised herself she would never go there. She would never cross that line, not with someone who had been part of her best friend’s life. She’d seen the pain in her best friend’s eyes after the breakup, heard the tears in her voice when she confessed how broken she felt. It had taken months for her best friend to move on, months of long talks and late nights.

But now here she was, feeling something for Chris that she didn’t know how to deal with.

The phone buzzed again, pulling her from her thoughts. Chris had sent a message this time.

Chris:

“Hey… I miss you. You okay?”

y/n stared at the screen, her heart fluttering at his words. She could feel the warmth in his message, the softness behind it. She had no doubt that Chris wasn’t trying to cause any harm. He was a good guy, genuinely kind, but… she wasn’t sure if she could keep pretending that nothing had changed. That everything was fine when it felt like a storm was raging inside her.

She placed the phone down, staring out the window instead, her thoughts swirling.

I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this.

But she couldn’t help it. It had started innocently enough. He was funny, smart, easy to talk to. And somewhere along the way, somewhere between the late-night talks and the quiet walks they took, something changed. The connection between them deepened. She felt herself drawn to him—his warmth, his quiet strength, the way he could see her in a way no one else seemed to.

y/n let out a shaky breath and picked up her phone again. She typed, then deleted, then typed again. How do I even say this?

y/n:

I don’t know if I can do this anymore, Chris. I’m sorry.

She read the message once, twice. The guilt choked her, but she pressed send anyway.

A few moments passed. No reply.

y/n pulled the blanket up over her legs, feeling the emptiness settle in. She had never felt so conflicted in her life.

Was it fair to her best friend? To fall for Chris, knowing what he had meant to her, knowing how much pain their breakup had caused? Was it selfish to want something of her own, something that felt so real when she was with him?

Her phone buzzed again. She almost didn’t want to look, but she did anyway.

Chris:

I understand. I’m sorry if I made you feel anything. I never meant to complicate things.

y/n felt her heart drop. It wasn’t what she had expected. Chris wasn’t angry, wasn’t accusing her. His message was gentle, but it only made her guilt more unbearable.

She could imagine him sitting there, maybe the same way she was—eyes glued to the screen, fingers hovering over the keys, unsure of what to say. He wasn’t the type to push or force anything, and that only made the situation harder. He was everything she needed, and yet, he wasn’t hers to have.

She sat in the silence for what felt like forever, wrestling with her emotions. There was no easy way out. There was no graceful way to handle this.

Finally, she typed one last message.

y/n:

I don’t want to lose you, Chris. But I don’t know how to fix this…

She hit send before she could change her mind, letting the words hang in the air between them.

The next day, y/n met Chris by the park, the same spot where they had first gotten close. The tension between them was thick, the weight of unspoken words almost suffocating. But as she watched him waiting by the swings, a faint smile on his face, she felt the tightness in her chest ease—just a little.

They stood in silence for a moment, the world around them humming, as if time had slowed just for them.

“I never meant for things to get complicated,” Chris said, his voice low, almost like a confession. “I just…” He trailed off, looking down at the ground before meeting her eyes again. “I didn’t want you to feel like you had to choose. I never wanted to put you in that position.”

y/n swallowed hard, the guilt still gnawing at her insides. “I don’t want to hurt her,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to lose my best friend.”

Chris nodded slowly. “I know. And I don’t want you to feel like you have to give up everything just because of me. But I care about you, y/n. And that’s not something I can ignore.”

The words hung in the air, tender and fragile, like a wildflower on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall but not quite there yet.

y/n closed her eyes, letting the breeze wash over her, trying to steady her racing thoughts. “Maybe we’re both just wildflowers, huh?” she said quietly, referencing Billie’s song. “Fighting against the wind, trying to bloom in a world that doesn’t always make space for us.”

Chris took a step closer, the distance between them closing, but not completely. “Yeah… maybe we are.”

y/n opened her eyes, meeting his gaze, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t feel so alone in her guilt. She could see it in his eyes, the same vulnerability, the same uncertainty.

It wasn’t going to be easy. It wasn’t going to be quick. But maybe, just maybe, they could figure out how to grow together without breaking everything around them.

THE END HOESS!!! what did we think?