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I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
MAGIC POTATO GO!🥔
here we go again
reblogging the golden potato
hoping it will work
that my life will get a perk
Always reblog the potato.
everyone else is doing it so
Rebloging the golden potato
Couch-side Sparks
Warning: fluff to Smut, pnv, kissing, slight grinding
The soft glow of the TV flickered across the living room, casting shadows on the walls as some forgettable action movie droned on in the background. Explosions and gunfire echoed faintly, but neither you nor Chris paid it much attention. You were curled up on the couch, your legs tucked under you, his head resting in your lap. His dark hair was a mess under your fingers, and you couldn't resist running them through it, twisting the strands gently, massaging his scalp in slow circles.
Chris let out a low hum of contentment, his eyes half-closed as he shifted closer, one arm draped lazily over your thigh. 'That feels good,' he murmured, his voice rough from the lazy evening. You smiled, your nails scraping lightly against his skin, watching his eyelids flutter. The movie's plot twisted into something about a car chase, but your focus was entirely on him—the warmth of his body against yours, the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Your fingers delved deeper, tugging playfully at a lock of hair, and Chris tilted his head back to look up at you. His blue eyes locked onto yours, a spark igniting there that made your pulse quicken. Without a word, he reached up, his hand cupping the back of your neck, pulling you down until your lips met his. The kiss started soft, a brush of mouths, but it deepened quickly, his tongue sliding against yours with hungry intent.
You broke away just enough to breathe, your hand still tangled in his hair, holding him close. 'Chris...' you whispered, but he was already sitting up, his hands roaming to your waist, yanking you onto his lap. The movie's soundtrack blared on, ignored, as his mouth found your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. You gasped, grinding down against the growing bulge in his jeans, feeling his cock harden beneath you.
He groaned into your skin, his fingers digging into your hips as he rocked you against him. 'Fuck, you drive me crazy,' he said, his voice thick with need. You tugged his shirt over his head, exposing his toned chest, and your hands explored the planes of his muscles while he worked on your top, peeling it off and tossing it aside. His mouth latched onto your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple before he sucked it between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make you arch.
Your panties were soaked already, the friction of his jeans against your core sending sparks through you. You fumbled with his belt, unzipping him and shoving his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum. You wrapped your hand around it, stroking firmly from base to head, and Chris bucked into your grip, his head falling back against the couch.
'Need you now,' he growled, lifting you just enough to yank your shorts and panties off in one rough motion. You positioned yourself over him, sinking down slowly, feeling his cock stretch your pussy inch by inch. A moan escaped you as you bottomed out, his girth filling you completely. Chris's hands gripped your ass, guiding you as you started to ride him, your hips rolling in a steady rhythm.
The couch creaked under you, the movie's dialogue lost in the wet sounds of your bodies connecting. He thrust up to meet you, hard and deep, his cock hitting that spot inside that made your vision blur. You leaned forward, kissing him messily, tongues tangling as sweat slicked your skin. His fingers slipped between you, rubbing your clit in tight circles, pushing you closer to the edge.
'Come for me,' he demanded, his pace quickening, pounding into you relentlessly. The pressure built fast, your walls clenching around him until you shattered, crying out as your orgasm ripped through you, pussy pulsing and soaking his cock. Chris followed seconds later, groaning your name as he came, hot spurts filling you deep inside.
You collapsed against his chest, both of you panting, the forgotten movie still playing in the background. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you caught your breath, the steamy afterglow settling in like a warm blanket.
An: just wanted to write a small fic cause I haven’t posted in a while. Also I hope you guys like it
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Day 3 of smutentine!
Summary: a heated moment when you’re both heading to your parents for the weekend knowing once you get there you can’t do anything.
You were about an hour into the drive when the idea hit you.
Chris was focused on the road, one hand resting lazily at the top of the steering wheel, the other sitting comfortably on your thigh. The hum of the car, the music low in the background, and the quiet drive, it should’ve been peaceful. But you were squirming.
Your mind had been wandering since you pulled out of the city. He looked way too good, black hoodie pushed up to his elbows, the veins in his forearms on full display, jaw flexing slightly every time he glanced in the rearview mirror. He had that effortless hotness that made your thighs clench just looking at him.
And you were horny. So fucking horny.
You shifted in your seat again, rubbing your thighs together discreetly. He noticed.
“You good, baby?” he asked, glancing over with a smirk like he already knew the answer.
You scoffed, looking out the window. “Mhm. Just fine.”
His hand squeezed your thigh knowingly. “You’ve been squirming since we got on the highway.”
You finally turned to look at him, cheeks warm. “I’m just..ugh, I’m horny. But we can’t have sex this weekend. We’re staying at my parents and you know how paper thin the walls are. And my mom knocks like she’s the police.”
Chris laughed, deep and rumbling. “Damn, you’re already thinking about not being able to fuck me before we even get there?”
“Because I know how I get,” you whined. “You’re gonna look at me with those stupid pretty eyes and say something flirty and I’ll want to jump you, and then I’ll be panicking the whole time that they’ll walk in.”
Chris raised an eyebrow. “So what are you proposing, exactly?”
You bit your lip, then slid your hand over his thigh, inching slowly higher. “I was thinking maybe..a little something now?”
His eyes flicked over to you briefly, amused and curious. “While I’m driving?”
You smirked. “You focus on the road, and I’ll focus on you.”
That earned a groan from him. “Shit. Okay, come here then.”
You unbuckled your seatbelt, sliding down, adjusting yourself comfortably, careful with the console between you. You reached for his sweatpants, pulling at the waistband. He was already hard.
“You really were turned on,” you teased, wrapping your hand around his thick shaft and stroking slowly.
Chris let out a low hiss, his fingers tightening on the wheel. “You have no idea.”
You leaned down, your lips brushing the tip, warm breath making him twitch. You gave him one teasing lick, just to watch him shudder, before you took him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch. His hand came down to your head, guiding you gently, never too hard, just enough to encourage.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, shifting in his seat. “You’re gonna make me crash this car.”
You bobbed your head in a steady rhythm, hollowing your cheeks and glancing up at him with wide eyes. The way his muscles tensed, jaw clenched, and breath grew heavier made you feel powerful. Every little moan, every quiet curse, just for you.
At one point he reached down and pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding it as you moved. “You look so fucking hot like this,” he murmured. “Sucking my dick like you were starving for it.”
Your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit, twisting slightly at the base while you kept your mouth working on him. He was getting close, his hips twitching, his breathing getting faster.
“You gonna be a good girl and let me finish in your mouth?” he growled, voice low and wrecked.
You moaned around him, the vibration pushing him over the edge. He cursed sharply, eyes fluttering closed for a split second as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, licking him clean as you pulled back, grinning with swollen lips.
“Jesus,” he breathed out, looking over at you like you were unreal. “You really just did that.”
You giggled, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb. “Told you, I’m not risking it in my parents house. So I had to get it out of my system now.”
Chris shook his head in disbelief, smirking. “This weekend’s gonna be hell if you keep teasing me like that.”
You buckled your seatbelt, giving his thigh a playful squeeze. “Guess you better behave then.”
He looked over at you with fire in his eyes. “Oh, baby. Payback’s coming the second we leave your parents house.”
You just smiled sweetly and turned up the music.
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Midnight Temptation | C.S
Warning: smut, P in V, grinding and lap dancing
The dim lights of the Velvet Rope pulsed with the bass-heavy beat, casting shadows over the stage where you moved like liquid sin. As the stripper known only as 'Raven' to the regulars, you owned the pole tonight, your body twisting and grinding against the cool metal. Leather boots hugged your calves up to your thighs, a barely-there thong and pasties your only cover, leaving your curves on full display for the hungry crowd.
Chris sat at a high-top table near the stage, nursing a whiskey on the rocks. He wasn't a regular—his broad shoulders and sharp jawline screamed outsider, maybe a businessman blowing off steam after a long week. But his eyes locked on you the moment you dropped low, ass arched high as you rolled your hips. Heat flushed your skin under his gaze; there was something intense about him, like he wasn't just watching but devouring.
Your set ended with a flourish, bills fluttering into your garter like confetti. You sauntered offstage, hips swaying, catching his stare again. He raised his glass in a silent toast, lips curving into a smirk that sent a thrill straight to your core. Back in the dressing room, you freshened up, deciding on impulse to approach him. Private dances paid the bills, and something about Chris promised more than just tips.
You found him at the bar, sliding onto the stool beside him with a sultry smile. 'Enjoy the show?' you purred, crossing your legs so your thigh brushed his.
'Best part of my night,' he replied, voice low and rough, like gravel under tires. His blue eyes raked over you, lingering on the swell of your breasts. 'Name's Chris. You got a name, or should I just call you trouble?'
You laughed, leaning in close enough for him to catch the scent of your vanilla body oil. 'Call me whatever you want, as long as you buy me a drink first.' He did, and soon you were chatting—flirty banter about his boring job in finance, your wild nights on stage. But the air crackled with unspoken want. When he suggested a private room, you didn't hesitate.
The VIP booth was a cocoon of red velvet and low lights, the door clicking shut behind you. Soft music thrummed from hidden speakers as you pushed him into the plush couch, straddling his lap. 'Lap dance, handsome? Fifty bucks.'
His hands settled on your hips, firm and possessive. 'Make it worth it.'
You started slow, grinding down against the growing bulge in his slacks, your ass pressing into his thighs. He groaned, fingers digging in as you arched back, letting your breasts bounce inches from his face. The friction built heat between your legs, your thong growing damp. Emboldened, you reached for his tie, loosening it while rolling your hips in circles.
'Fuck, you're killing me,' Chris muttered, his breath hot on your skin. One hand slid up your back, unhooking your top with surprising skill. The pasties peeled away, exposing your nipples to the cool air. He captured one in his mouth without warning, sucking hard, tongue flicking the peak.
A moan escaped you, unprofessional but fuck it—this wasn't just a dance anymore. You ground harder, feeling his cock throb through his pants. 'You want more than a tease, don't you?'
He pulled back, eyes dark with lust. 'I want to fuck you. Right here.'
The words ignited you. You stood, turning to peel off your thong, bending over so he got a full view of your ass and the slick folds of your pussy. Chris was on his feet in seconds, shedding his shirt to reveal a chiseled chest dusted with hair. His belt clinked open, pants dropping to free his thick cock—veined and hard, pre-cum beading at the tip.
You dropped to your knees before he could say a word, wrapping your lips around the head. He tasted salty, musky, and you sucked greedily, tongue swirling as you took him deeper. Chris's hand tangled in your hair, guiding your rhythm. 'That's it, suck my cock like you mean it.'
You did, hollowing your cheeks, bobbing fast while one hand stroked the base. His hips bucked, fucking your mouth shallowly, groans filling the room. Saliva dripped down your chin, but you didn't care—his pleasure fueled yours, your free hand slipping between your thighs to rub your clit.
'Enough,' he growled, pulling you up. He spun you around, bending you over the arm of the couch. Your palms pressed into the cushions as he kicked your legs wider. His cock nudged your entrance, teasing through your wetness. 'You ready for this?'
'Fuck me, Chris,' you demanded, pushing back.
He thrust in with one brutal stroke, stretching your pussy around his girth. You cried out, the fullness overwhelming, pleasure bordering on pain. He didn't hold back, pounding into you with relentless force, balls slapping against your ass. Each slam hit deep, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
'So tight... fuck, your pussy's gripping me like a vice,' he panted, one hand reaching around to pinch your nipple. You rocked back to meet him, the angle letting his cock drag over that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.
Sweat slicked your skin as he fucked you harder, the couch creaking under the assault. You clenched around him, chasing your release, fingers circling your clit furiously. 'I'm gonna cum—oh god—'
'Cum on my cock,' he ordered, slapping your ass sharply. The sting pushed you over, orgasm crashing through you in waves. Your pussy spasmed, milking him as you screamed his name.
Chris followed seconds later, burying deep and flooding you with hot spurts of cum. He collapsed over you, both of you breathing ragged, his cock twitching inside your soaked heat.
After a moment, he pulled out, cum trickling down your thigh. You turned, kissing him messy and deep, tasting yourself on his lips. 'That was... intense.'
He grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 'Worth every penny. Round two at my place?'
You smirked, already plotting how to make him beg. 'Only if you drive.'
Stretch Marks and Sweet Whispers | C.S
Warning: fluff and smut
Summary: Reader feels insecure about her stretch marks but Chris comforts her to make her feel confident with them
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast warm shadows across the bedroom, turning the rumpled sheets into a cozy haven. You stood at the edge of the bed, fingers hesitating at the hem of your shirt. Chris lounged against the pillows, his blue eyes fixed on you with that easy smile that always made your heart skip. You'd been together long enough that these moments should feel routine, but tonight, doubt crept in like an uninvited guest.
You lifted the shirt slowly, exposing your stomach inch by inch. The stretch marks there—silvery lines fanning out like lightning across your skin—suddenly felt glaring under his gaze. They were souvenirs from a body that had changed over the years, from growth spurts in your teens to the subtle shifts of adulthood. But right now, they screamed imperfection. Your hands trembled as you pulled the shirt over your head, letting it drop to the floor. You crossed your arms over your chest, avoiding his eyes.
"Hey," Chris said softly, sitting up straighter. His voice was gentle, pulling you back. "What's going on? You look like you're about to bolt."
You bit your lip, glancing down at your bare torso. "It's stupid. Just... these." You gestured vaguely at the marks on your hips and belly, the ones that curved around your sides like faint rivers. "They look awful. I hate how they show up in the light."
Chris slid off the bed in one fluid motion, his t-shirt hugging his broad shoulders as he closed the distance between you. He didn't touch you yet, just stood there, letting you see the sincerity in his expression. "Stupid? Baby, no. Come here."
His hands were warm when they finally cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks. He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Those marks? They're beautiful. They're you. Every single one tells a story about how strong you've been, how your body's adapted and grown. I love them."
You shook your head slightly, the insecurity twisting tighter. "You say that, but... you don't have to pretend. They're just flaws."
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Pretend? Nah. Let me show you." His hands trailed down your arms, uncrossing them with deliberate care until your body was exposed again. He stepped back just enough to take you in, his eyes roaming slowly, appreciatively, from your collarbone down to the marks on your stomach.
"See this one?" He knelt down, his breath warm against your skin as he traced a finger along a particularly bold line curving over your hip. It wasn't a light touch; it was firm, reverent, sending a shiver up your spine. "This one's my favorite. It's like a roadmap to all the places I want to kiss."
Your breath hitched as his lips followed his finger, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss right on the mark. Heat bloomed under his touch, chasing away the chill of doubt. He moved to another, lower on your belly, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. "And this? Proof you're real, soft in all the right ways. I could spend hours right here."
You reached for his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands as he continued his worship. Each kiss, each murmur of praise, chipped away at the wall you'd built. "Chris..." Your voice came out breathy, needy.
He looked up at you, eyes dark with desire. "Tell me to stop if it's too much, but I want you to feel how much I mean this." Standing, he pulled you into his arms, his mouth finding yours in a deep, reassuring kiss. His tongue slid against yours, slow and exploratory, while his hands roamed your back, thumbs circling the dimples above your ass.
You melted into him, the last remnants of insecurity fading as his hardness pressed against your thigh through his jeans. He broke the kiss, nipping at your lower lip. "Get on the bed. Let me take care of you."
Your legs felt like jelly as you climbed onto the mattress, lying back against the pillows. Chris stripped off his shirt, revealing the lean muscles of his chest and abs, then kicked off his jeans and boxers in quick succession. His cock stood erect, thick and ready, the tip already glistening. But he didn't rush; instead, he crawled over you, settling between your legs with his weight braced on his forearms.
"You're gorgeous," he whispered, kissing a path from your neck down to your breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the hardened peak while his hand kneaded the other. You arched into him, a moan escaping as pleasure sparked through you.
His free hand wandered lower, fingers dipping between your thighs to find your pussy already slick with arousal. He groaned against your skin. "Fuck, you're wet for me. That's all because of these?" He traced the stretch marks on your sides again, his touch turning teasing as he circled your clit with his thumb.
"Yes," you gasped, hips bucking up. "Chris, please..."
He slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. His mouth returned to your belly, kissing and licking the marks as he pumped his fingers in and out, slow and deep. "I love every inch of you. These lines? They're mine to adore. No one's ever gonna make you feel less than perfect, not while I'm here."
The words wrapped around you like a blanket, warm and secure. You came undone under his touch, walls clenching around his fingers as waves of bliss crashed over you. He didn't stop, drawing out your orgasm until you were trembling, then withdrawing his hand to lick his fingers clean with a wicked grin.
"My turn to feel you," he murmured, positioning himself at your entrance. His cock nudged against your folds, slick and hot. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling you completely. You both moaned at the stretch, the perfect fit that always left you breathless.
Chris set a gentle rhythm, thrusting deep but unhurried, his hips rolling to grind against your clit with each stroke. He captured your mouth again, swallowing your whimpers as his hands explored—caressing your thighs, your ass, always returning to those marks like they were sacred.
"So fucking beautiful," he panted between kisses, picking up speed. The bed creaked under you, skin slapping softly as he drove harder. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, nails digging into his back.
"Chris—I'm close again—"
"Come with me," he urged, his voice rough. He reached between you, rubbing your clit in tight circles while his thrusts grew erratic. The pressure built fast, coiling tight until it snapped. You cried out, pussy pulsing around his cock, milking him as he buried himself deep and came with a guttural groan, spilling hot inside you.
He collapsed onto you gently, both of you sweaty and spent. His forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling in the quiet. "See? Nothing to be insecure about. You're everything to me."You smiled, tracing lazy patterns on his shoulder, the marks on your skin now feeling like badges of honor under his lingering touches. In his arms, you were flawless.
Authors note: sorry if this summary is back I couldn’t think of a good summary, also I’m slowly coming back with fics.
GUYS WAKE UP FINE SHYT POSTED!!
One second in and im foaming at the mouth
I think he wants me to be a Chris girl
Morning Surprise
Warning: fluff, early morning, Matt being sweet
In which: Matt quietly plans the perfect morning. With a tray of breakfast, a bouquet of fresh flowers, and a soft smile, he surprises the one he loves with comfort, care, and a reminder that sometimes the simplest gestures mean the most.
The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. You stirred, half-asleep, when the faint creak of the door caught your attention.
“Shh, don’t wake up yet,” Matt’s whisper floated through the quiet.
You blinked your eyes open to find him standing by the bed, balancing a tray in his hands. The smell of warm toast and freshly brewed coffee filled the air. On the tray sat a simple breakfast—eggs, fruit, and your favorite drink—beside a small bouquet of flowers, their petals still carrying a hint of morning dew.
Your heart fluttered. “Matt… what’s all this?”
He set the tray gently across your lap, then leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Just wanted to start your day right. You deserve it.”
You smiled, touched by the thoughtfulness, and brushed your fingers over the flowers before looking back at him. His grin was boyish, proud, and a little shy.
Breakfast in bed had never tasted so sweet.
HOLYY FUCKK!!!
Wisdom teeth and comfort
Summary: y/n gets her wisdom removed but Matt is there to comfort her.
Warning: nothing just fluff.
Your cheeks were stuffed with cotton, your words a mushy blur, and you swore you had never felt more ridiculous in your life. The nurse had just wheeled you out of the dentist’s room, and there he was—Matt, leaning against the wall in his hoodie, Jeans and sneakers, eyes lighting up the second he saw you.
“Hey, champ,” he teased softly, reaching for your hand as they helped you into a chair. “You survived.”
You tried to answer but it came out more like, “Ish shtill der?”
Matt grinned, biting back laughter. “Yes, your teeth are gone. Well, the extra ones at least. You’re good.”
The nurse handed him a list of instructions and a little bag of gauze, ice packs, and medicine. He tucked it under his arm, all responsibility, though his eyes kept flicking back to you, making sure you were okay.
As soon as you two got into the car, you leaned your head against the window, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk. “Matt?” you mumbled.
“Yeah?”
“You’re pretty.”
He immediately laughed, shaking his head as his ears went pink. “You’re high on anesthesia, don’t start confessing stuff right now.”
“I mean it,” you insisted, slurring, pointing a clumsy finger at him. “Like… you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”
Matt’s chest warmed at your words, though he tried to keep his voice casual. “Alright, alright, stop before you make me blush harder than you already are.”
The rest of the drive was a mixture of you trying to sing along to the radio (completely off-key) and Matt reaching over to adjust your ice pack whenever it slipped.
When you got home, he helped you inside, setting you up on the couch with blankets and water. You whined dramatically when he tried to get up.
“Don’t leave,” you mumbled, tugging at his sleeve.
He sat right back down. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sit here and make sure you don’t try to eat Doritos or something stupid.”
You blinked at him sleepily, cheeks swollen, but still smiling. “Best nurse ever.”
Matt shook his head with a grin, brushing some hair out of your face. “Nah. Just… best friend. Who maybe likes being told he’s pretty.”
Before drifting into a medicated nap, you whispered, “Good. ‘Cause I meant it.”
Matt stayed right there, scrolling on his phone but glancing at you every few seconds, making sure you were comfortable. His hand rested lightly on your blanket-covered arm—quiet proof that he wasn’t going anywhere, not for the whole healing process.
