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19 chris is my muse

[hjvi]

hiii everyone! I've recently created a new account: @chriscantwhisper. I'd be incredibly grateful if you could follow me there. I'll be posting hella fics and am open to any requests you might have. plus im following everyone back!

starting over is a bit daunting, and I admit I'm scared that I'll have no readers because I'm starting all over again but I love writing so hopefully if I grind things will work out LMAO

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my recent smut

[chriscantwhisper]

𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔

summary: a searing heat wave leaves chris with new ideas on how to beat the heat.

warnings: smut. MDNI. temperature-play, fingering, oral, all that good stuff.

word count: 3k

The relentless summer heat had transformed your apartment into an oven. With the air conditioner on the fritz, even the simplest tasks left you drenched in sweat. Fans offered little relief, merely circulating the warm air. The city outside buzzed with the sounds of a heatwave: distant sirens, humming air conditioners from neighboring buildings, and the occasional laughter of children playing in sprinklers.

Seeking solace, you found yourself in the kitchen, upper body practically inside the freezer as you relished the fleeting coolness. The chilled air was a brief respite from the sweltering conditions that had become your new normal.

The front door opened with a familiar creak, followed by the rustling of paper bags and a cheerful whistle that could only belong to Chris.

"In here!" you called out, voice muffled by the freezer's embrace.

“Freezing yourself?” Chris asked through a gentle laugh, placing down two armfuls of paper bags. You only hummed in reply, tilting your head to the other side to give him a brief smile, one he returned in earnest despite the subtle redness against his cheeks.

“Got you somethin’.” He murmured, tone playful as he moved over to you. Your eyebrows lifted in intrigue, curiosity getting the better of you as you moved from the freezer, the door slamming shut behind you as you leaned against the kitchen counter.

“And what’s that?” You asked with a smile.

“A treat.” He responded, rifling through the paper bags before handing you a cup that he’d so diligently wrapped in another paper bag. “Told you I’d get you somethin’ this mornin’, treat to beat the heat - or whatever the hell they say on those commercials.”

You would’ve groaned at his poor imitation of the commercial that plagued your tv, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than the ice-cold treat in your grasp. With a giddy laugh, you flipped the top off, an audible, and admittedly dramatic moan leaving you as you spooned a hefty amount of the Icee into your mouth.

“Good right?” He asked, hand gently pushing your hip from the drawer behind you to fetch himself a spoon, digging in alongside you as you nodded. Icee’s were certainly a good way to cool your body down, and you definitely didn’t mind watching as Chris moved beside you, tilting his head back in cold-induced euphoria.

“Very good.” You murmured around your plastic spoon, eyes watching him intently as he scooped another spoonful of the slushy into his mouth. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the way his face looked when flushed - either way, you were burning up and the Icee was doing little to quell the heat pooling in your stomach.

Oblivious to your plight, Chris’s eyebrows lifted, metal spoon still in his mouth as he turned around to free a hefty bag of ice from one of the paper bags. You hummed in thanks around your spoon, earning you a quick nod as he pushed the bag toward the back corner of the freezer.

You placed the half-empty cup down behind you, hands slick and wet with condensation. You took your chance, slinking yourself behind Chris, giving him no time to duck away before reaching your hands up and underneath his shirt, splaying your cold hands against his warm muscles.

“Jesus-“ He cried out, back arching away from your hands as he reached behind himself, pained words turning into pleading laughter as he turned himself around. “Quit it!”

He had more than enough strength to wrestle your arms snug against himself, ensuring you wouldn’t be able to torture him with your overly cold fingertips. But he loved the way your smile would crinkle the skin beside your eyes, how your nose would scrunch. It was precious to him, worth the goosebumps that raced across his skin, the droplets of cool water that raced down to the hem of his jeans - all of it.

In a bid to have you more pliant, he grabbed your forearms, pulling them around himself. You continued laughing, head falling back as you smiled up at him through your laughter-induced tears. He returned your smile, eyes focused on yours as you steadied your breaths. His hands dropped from your arms, instead moving to cup your jaw as he leaned down to press his lips to yours.

The taste of artificial cherry soared across your tastebuds, along with a sudden chill at the coldness of his tongue. You lifted your arms, draping them around his neck as your tongue moved with his, goosebumps spreading up your forearms at both the fading chill of his tongue paired with the burning lust settling heavily in your lower stomach.

His hands moved from your jaw, tracing along the curve of your waist before resting against the swell of your ass. He gave the plush flesh a harsh squeeze, pulling a surprised squeal from you, one that made him smile into your kiss before resuming his movements.

The bedroom wasn’t far away, but he had no patience, not when you were standing half-dressed in front of him - in his shirt, no less. His fingers toyed with the hem of your underwear, brushing his fingertips along your mound as he nipped at your bottom lip.

“Couch?” He asked, pulling away a fraction to gauge your reaction. When you nodded he backed away, watching with an amused smile as you ran toward the living room. Rather than follow behind you, he turned toward the freezer.

You sunk into the warm fabric of your couch, shallow breaths leaving you in droves as anticipation wore you thin, causing you to soak the thin fabric of your underwear. He reappeared with a glass filled to the brim with ice, condensation already fogging the bottom where his hand rested.

“Gotta cool you down, right?”

You nodded as he moved to sit beside you, placing the glass down on the adjacent coffee table. He then dipped his fingers into the glass, curling the digits around two cubes of ice. Two fingers kept one held firmly against his palm as he held the other between his thumb and index finger, maneuvering himself between your legs, free hand helping your legs to drape over his lap.

“Trust me?” He asked as cool water dropped onto your bare thigh from his palm. You nodded, breath catching in your throat at the plethora of ideas that soared through your mind. He caught your excitement with a smile, his free hand moving to cup the underside of your jaw, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered, words careening on the edge of inaudible as he trailed an ice cube around the fullness of your bottom lip. You obeyed, eyes fluttering as you parted your lips. He smiled down at you, finding himself proud of how quickly you listened to him. “Good girl.”

You tilted your head back, allowing him to push the ice farther into your mouth, watching as his eyes focused on how quickly the ice melted against the heat of your tongue.

The sight of your tongue twitching underneath the ice, cold water dripping from the corner of your lips, Chris couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to connect your lips to his. His hand grasped your jaw, fingers threading through your hair as his tongue met yours.

The steady drip of cool water against your waist pulled you away, goosebumps chasing the droplets in earnest. Chris murmured an apology against your lips, hardly backing away an inch before his hand smoothed underneath your shirt, lifting the fabric up and over your head.

He took the half-melted ice cube between his fingers, placing it in his mouth as he situated himself between your thighs. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, ice perched between his lips. You could only watch as he lowered himself, bitter cold making contact with the hollow of your stomach. He trailed his lips downward, goosebumps rising along your skin. Cool droplets of water headed down the side of your stomach, leaving you involuntarily arching from the couch as his hands kept your hips steady.

“Chris-“ You whined, feeling your arousal coat the thin fabric of your underwear. He ignored your plea, instead hooking his fingers into the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them down in tandem with his movements. You could feel him inching closer to your aching cunt, his right hand pushing your thighs apart, pinning your knee to the backrest of the couch.

You’d expected him to give in, to give you the pleasure you’d so desperately sought after. Instead, he sunk lower onto the couch, trailing the ice onto your inner thighs. You shivered, soft moans falling from you as droplets of water glided down to your cunt. Every so often his gaze would meet yours, the desperation hidden beneath his eyes becoming more ravenous with each passing second.

He propped himself up on his arm, plucking the ice from between his lips. It dripped down his forearm, accidentally causing water to smear against your inner thighs. In a makeshift apology for having teased you for so long he leaned down, right hand held away from your body as he pressed featherlight kisses against your damp inner thighs. You hadn’t the mind to be frustrated, only wanting his lips, fingers, or anything he’d give you.

“Been so patient.” He murmured after placing another open-mouthed kiss on your inner thigh. “So proud of you.”

Before you could conjure a response he shifted between your legs, brushing the edge of the ice against your clit. You gasped, hips bucking down against the couch. His free hand moved back to your hip, holding you steady as he continued swirling the ice against your aching clit. You were left writhing under his hold, mind muddled by the pleasure and lack of release.

In an act of mercy, he tossed the ice to the floor, hands splaying against the underside of your thighs, fingertips freezing against your skin. You rested into his hold, shifting your hips to bring yourself closer to him. He responded to the movement with a smile and a kiss to your thigh, trailing his lips downward until he reached your cunt. The heat from his lips burned, the shift in temperature drastic enough for your hips to buck up into his touch.

His tongue delved between your folds, your arousal coating his tastebuds, the taste pulling a groan from deep within his chest as he swirled his tongue around your clit. The feeling of his tongue against you paired with the obscene sounds of him sucking your clit into his mouth left you whining, hardly able to manage a measly breath as he flicked his tongue against your clit.

Your fingers threaded through his thick hair, the placement of your hands giving you enough balance against the couch cushions to rut up against his tongue. He never backed away, letting you use his mouth as he tried his damndest to keep up with the desperation-fueled bucks of your hips. His middle and ring fingers spread your folds, allowing him to lick a stripe up your cunt before he focused his attention back on your clit, swirling his tongue around it as he pushed his fingers into your cunt, curling them upward to brush against your g-spot.

“Fu-uck.” Was all you managed at the combination, word breathless as he thrusted his fingers into you, syncing his movements with his tongue. Your hips rocked down against the digits, pushing them deeper into your cunt, the depth causing your cunt to squeeze around his fingers. He groaned at the feeling, the vibration of his voice centered around your clit. You could feel your lower stomach tensing, thighs trembling in his hold as he lapped at your cunt.

He could feel your orgasm building before you’d even registered it, too blinded by the onslaught of pleasure to recognize your cunt fluttering around his fingers, how your breaths had become short gasps of his name, your grasp on his hair tightening to an almost painful degree. His free hand moved to your lower stomach, pressing down against the plush skin as he continued pumping his fingers into you, massaging that spot within you that left you trembling.

“C’mon, baby,” he whispered, begging you to come undone against his tongue and around his fingers. You gave him his wish with a broken cry of his name, back arching from the cushion of the couch, your hips jerking as he continued his ministrations. His pace sped up, the pleasure almost brutal as he helped you through your orgasm. You could feel your juices dripping down the cusp of your ass, soaking the fabric beneath you.

His lips and chin glistened underneath the overhead light, the sight making you flush as he wiped his skin dry with the hem of his shirt, pulling the fabric off of himself afterward. You leaned up, thighs shaking with the movement as your hands found the front of his jeans. He looked down at you, lips parted as his breaths came in shuddering gasps. You kept his gaze as you unzipped his jeans, fingers sliding against the worn denim. You could feel his cock straining against the material, his chest heaving with each touch of your fingers against his shaft, no matter how featherlight.

You slunk your hand into the fly of his jeans, flattening your palm against the shaft of his cock, fingertips settling at the base as you leaned up onto your knees, pressing your lips to his in a searing kiss as you swallowed the moans that left him at the feeling of your hand slowly moving along his aching cock. You’d hardly been able to wrap your fingers around him before he’d pushed you back onto the couch, right hand moving to cup the underside of your thigh, hiking it up to rest against his lower back.

“Please-“ You whined against his lips, hands eagerly pushing his jeans down his hips.

He leaned down onto his left arm, propping himself up as he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping himself languidly as he swiped his tip along your soaked folds, finding himself unable to stop the groan that reverberated in his chest at the warmth of your cunt against him.

Your eyes met his in a silent plea for him to fuck you, to extinguish the fire burning heavy in your lower stomach, the very feeling that left you dripping, clenching around nothing as he teased you with the tip of his cock.

“Christopher-“ You panted impatiently.

With a roll of his hips, he bottomed out inside of you, stretching you out blissfully. The tip of his cock brushed against your cervix, causing your hips to twitch as you grew accustomed to his size. You two fucked often, yet every time you had to give yourself a moment to readjust to his size, not that he minded - if anything he seemed to love the sight of you squirming beneath him, lips parted as you took in shaken gasps while your cunt squeezed around him.

“Alright?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, leaning back to level his eye-line with yours. You nodded, giving him the reassurance he needed to pull his hips back, dragging his cock out of you before pushing back in, the lewd sound of your cum coating his shaft filling the shared silence between you.

Your legs tightened around his hips, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back, pushing him deeper into you in tandem with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes stayed locked with his, pupils blown, irises sharing every emotion you couldn’t put to words while overcome with such intense pleasure.

His pace was slow, methodical, ensuring he brushed against each spot inside of you that left you rolling your hips with his, wordlessly begging for more. With a kiss to your temple, he slunk his hand down between your damp bodies, circling his middle and ring finger around your clit.

A gasp rasped from your lungs as your head fell back against the cushion of the couch, the combination of his cock and fingers leaving you a mess of whimpers and heavy breaths. He watched you, face flushed a reddish hue from both the heat and the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock each time he bottomed out inside of you.

You could feel your juices dripping down the cusp of your ass, warm and wet, stark in comparison to the remnants of water that lingered against your chest and stomach. His fingers picked up in their pace, the change pulling a drawn-out moan from you as your eyes squeezed shut, feeling your lower stomach tense.

“Chris-“ You whined, words trembling.

“I know.” He replied, closing the distance between you with a chaste kiss to your lips before he trailed his lips down to your jaw. His cock twitched as his hips rocked forward, pace hastening as he felt your cunt fluttering around him. “I know, baby.”

With a sharp cry of his name, you were cumming around his cock. He trailed open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your throat, each one interrupted by a choked-back grunt as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down against you as he rutted into you, tiny breaths and whines of your name tumbling past his lips. He tried to muffle the noises by burying his face in the crook of your neck, but you heard them all the same, each noise causing your cunt to squeeze around him.

“Fuck, I-“ He breathed, eyebrows screwed together as he pushed himself up onto his left arm. He abruptly pulled out of you, the feeling of being empty leaving you whimpering as he pumped himself through his orgasm, spilling himself onto your lower stomach with a grunt of your name.

He collapsed onto you, placing light kisses against your throat in between whispered praises, his right hand smoothing up the side of your waist, fingers tracing delicate patterns against your skin as you both caught your breath.

“Definitely didn’t help us cool down.” You laughed out, looking over to him before pressing a kiss to his forehead. He hummed in response, a lazy smile evident on his face, absolutely glowing in post-coital bliss.

“Can always take a shower.” He murmured against your skin, eyes flickering up to meet yours. You knew by his glance that neither of you would be getting clean in that shower, but who were you to turn an opportunity like that down?

“Deal.”

hi! this is my first fic on this account, and i genuinely appreciate any interactions—likes, reblogs, comments, all of it means so much. it’s such a shame to have to start all over, but i’m excited to build something new here. thank you so much for reading <3

A/N: hi! this is my first fic on this account, and i genuinely appreciate any interactions—likes, reblogs, comments, all of it means so much. it’s such a shame to have to start all over, but i’m excited to build something new here. thank you so much for reading <3

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my latest work i appreciate any interactions!:)

[hjvi]

Important Update

hii everyone!! I wanted to let you all know that ive been shadowbanned on tumblr, and unfortunately, they’ve disabled my ability to comment or dm anyone. as a result, i’m seriously considering creating a new account and migrating all of my fics over to it.

however, I’m not entirely sure what the best approach is- should I re-upload each fic individually, or would it be better to simply reblog them? 😭

I have so many incredibly talented mutuals here, and it would be such a shame to lose touch with all of you when I move to a new account.

I’ll update once the new account is made! In the meantime, if anyone has any advice or suggestions on how to go about this, I’d love to hear them! 💕

[hjvi]

[hjvi]

I’m back in my hunger games phase

[hjvi]

i love your writing so much. don’t ever give up on it.

OH MY GOSH??!? you dont understand this means the WORLD to me especially coming from you. I litro saved 2 of your fics for my plane ride a week ago i js fw u like that 😭

[sturniolohohoho]

missing their twink era extra hard today 😔

[hjvi]

chris in this fucking photo my ovaries are trembling

[shhhhsecretshhh-deactivated2025]

and what if i told yall i was coming out of hibernation

[hjvi]

i yearn this fic each day

[silverspringsstare-deactivated2]

how i look at my phone when i see any picture of chris wearing that FUCKING pirate girl shirt

one chance one chance pls one chance zaddy pls

[chrispycremedonut]

it triggers something inside me

[hjvi]

i deadass cried over this shit cus he has no business being this sexy

[hjvi]

idk how yall be so aesthetic with the layout of your fics

[hjvi]

if i was a man id give LIFE CHANGING back shots

[slvt4chrissturniolo]

the first time

warnings: lowercase intended, dry humping, palming, p in v, use of pet names, pain, clit rubbing, cumming in condom, not proofread

summary: y/ns and chris's first time having sex

authors note: this is my first time writing a long(er) fic! idk if it was any good so please tell me if not and how I could improve. I wanna know if you guys like fics these lengths or burbs more too, now get to reading ! ♡

you and Chris have been dating for around a couple months now, and you guys have gotten really close. you've been opening up, and doing things around him you'd only do alone in privacy. you guys have taken your relationship slow, but you've recently wanted to take it to a new level. you've wanted to get to know more of him, you wanted to reach a new level of intimacy you two have never experienced with him before. you wanted more than what you've have, you want all of him.

when you were cuddling with chris, watching a show you felt a need for him, a need you've never felt. you were laying next to him with his arm wrapped around you, but you wanted to lay under him. you zoned out thinking of what you wanted to do to him, and what you wanted him to do to you. he realized you were staring into his ocean blue eyes for a while so he paused the tv and he turned his head to yours. his thumb rubbed circles your forearm, making you feel at ease.

"what's wrong baby"

"oh nothing I just zoned out"

you lied, and he could tell. he looked into your eyes with love, and comforted you. he wanted to know everything, no matter if it was just a stupid little thought.

"tell me what's on your mind sweetheart"

you were embarrassed to say it out loud. you didn't even know how he'd react, or how he'd feel. you trusted him with your whole heart, and you knew you wanted this. although, you didn't know if he did.

"I want- uhm"

you felt so needy, you couldn't manage to get the words out your mouth.

"please can we- ..."

"You can tell me y/n, you can tell me anything"

you couldnt let the words release, it felt like they were in a cage, and they were begging to be set free. you brought your hand over the chris's sweatpants, and you started to play with the waistband. you looked into his eyes with lust. you slowly started to move your hand closer to his member, not wanted to do anything unwanted to him. you didn't want to push a boundary, or invade privacy. but the adrenaline started to rush through you. you felt a need in between your thighs. you started to look at him with submissive, puppy looking eyes, while desperately begging.

" please i- i- ive wanted to.. for a while ive wanted to-"

in a rush you started to feel around his tent. you looked away from his sparkling eyes, unaure of the outcome of what you just did. you felt your cheeks turned red as you watched chris's eyebrows eyes in shock. he didn't expect you to do that, but he was filled with bliss. ever since he laid his eyes on you, he's fantasized about you. he's never wanted to pressure you, but he's always wished for this moment. and although, he was flustered. chris nodded fast, and whispered yes please under his breath as he smashed his lips into yours. a wet patch on your underwear formed instantly when you felt him get rock hard. as the kiss deepened, you started to rub the tent on his sweatpants. he brought a hand to you face to cup your cheek.

your free hand ran to his scalp, you're fingers were running through his soft hair as his tounge was exploring your mouth. his hands then found thier way to your waist, they began to roam your sides. he gripped into your waist, digging his fingers into you. he pulled his lips away not long before lifting you up onto his lap. you immediately felt his big cock pulse, and throb under your heat. you started to grind on him, releasing little whimpers, his hands went to your hips to help you go faster, and give him more pleasure. you attached your arms around his neck, with his head resting on the headboard and mouth open in an O shape, you began to trace kisses all over his neck.

chris felt your boob's press against his chest, he needed to feel them in his hands, nothing with between the two of you. he grasped your shirt, and looked up at you for approval, you nodded and then he removed your shirt from your head. he couldn't take his eyes off of your tits, he was enchanted by them. he got so turned on by seeing them in a black lace bra. but he wanted more, so he grabbed the back of your bra and unclasped it. it fell off your arms and he was in love. seeing you this bare got him so worked up, his cock started to ache and hurt. you grasped his shirt, signaling for him to take it off. he pulled it over his head, and your hands began to roam his chest, not long before he grabbed your waist, and flipped you onto your back. you let out a whimper from the sudden movement. you and chris were holding eye contact, unable to stop staring at each other's dilated pupils. his lanky fingers covered the waistband of your pants, awaiting for your permission.

"please chris"

you were begging for him, youve been dreaming of this moment for so long. you've only seen him like this in your dreams, and he's only dreamed of you like this aswell. then his fingers began to loop around the waistband before he slid your pants off, he was quick, he need you just as much and you need him. you were wearing matching black lace panties, he loved your matching set. he's seen you in a bra and underwear, and you've seen him without a shirt on, but this all felt so different knowing what was to come. he took his time admiring you. this all didn't feel real to him, he was in a trance. he whispered little praises under his breath while brushing his hands over your waist, worshiping what's in front of him. he made eye contact with you before you watched his slide his sweatpants off, revealing his big hard member. it was bulging through his boxers, his boxers that didn't stay on for much longer. once they came off his cock sprung out, it was veiny and thick. you've had sex many times, but you knew this time would be different.

he held on to your hip with one hand, when the other was pulling your drenched panties to the side, showing him how soaked you are. he stared at your glossy pussy with a wide smile.

"shit ma.. you're so wet"

you whimper from his words, youve never heard him speak like that. he ran his fingers through your dripping folds, causing your legs to shake around his hips.

"can I take this off baby"

you nodded, then his hand on your hip let go, and he took your underwear off. his eyes filled with stars, in his eyes you looked like an angel. he ran his hands through his hair, unaware of how he got here.

"fuck.. You're gorgeous"

although he hates the feeling, chris prioritizes you more than anything, so he leaned over to open his bedside table to grab a condom. the light was hitting his shoulder blades just right, youve wanted to see him like this for so long now. he came back into you're vision, and looked through your eyes while tearing open the condom wrapper like a wild animal. he slid the ultra thin latex onto his enlarged cock, then pumped it a few times. his hands gripped into your shaking thighs, spreading then further. he held his base and lined himself up to your entrance.

"can i?"

"y- yes"

"tell me if it hurts baby, okay?"

"okay"

you looked up at him through your lashes as he rubbed his tip all over your wet pussy before pushing it inside you. you whine, and make a sour face from the feeling. chris leaned into you wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight in his arms. you put your arms around him, clutching onto his back. In a low and dry voice, he whispered in your ear.

"shh.. you're doing so good"

he was half way inside you, and you couldn't find the pleasure. you're eyes were screwed shut from the sharp pain in your stomach. one of chris's hands made their way up to your scalp. he began to kiss along your jaw, and run his fingers through your hair. his voice tickled your spine as he comforted you.

"are you okay mama?

you didn't wanna make his heart ache, you were holding in a scream and only let out a whimper.

"tell me when it feels good babe"

for minutes, you were laying In his arms. you felt a discomfort inside, but you've never felt safer against his touch. it felt like forever before feeling the pain leave. what once felt like stabs in your stomach began to feel amazing. you began to moan, and chris could tell you started to feel pleasure. he jerked his hips forward, pushing his whole length inside you, earning a loud and long moan from you. your nails scratched his back, leaving red lines. your eyes were shut, and your mouth was wide open.

"shh it's okay baby, I'm right here"

you started to ease up, and relax as you got used to his size. it felt unlike anything you've ever experienced. you felt every vain inside you, the feeling made your pussy clench

"mm it- f- feels so good chris"

you talked in between heavy breaths, you felt stuffed. he pulled his body away from yours and grasped your waist. he would slowly move his member in, and out of your sloppy ways. letting himself get coated in your slick, you were making a huge wet mess. whimpers, moans, and the sound his cock sloshing into your tight hole. you were continuously whining with your bottom lip in between your teeth, and eyebrows stitched together. chris wanted to see you fall to pieces.

he rubbed his fingers over your clit in circles, making your jaw drop. your vision was blurry and fuzzy. he looked down at you with a smirk on your face, he was so happy to know he good he could make you feel. his speed increased, his fingers worked faster, and he began to pound into you. the feeling was far too much, you couldn't handle being so overstimulated. a knot formed in your stomach, your eyebrows were pushed together. you clawed at his back, and ran your nails over his shoulders. you clenched around his dick, you let out a string of moans before letting words release from your mouth.

"c- chriss i- I'm gonna- cum"

your breathing was long and heavy, you felt as if you were gasping for air. chris continued to circle your clit, helping you fully reach your climax. you were both surprised at how you were about to cum, but you weren't complaining. you started to rub your boob's, and circle over your hardened sensitive nipples. the sound of skin slapping and moaning bounced off the walls .

"come on babygirl, cum around this cock"

with his words, you released all over his huge length. you heard a ring in your ears and your stomach was fuzzy. you squeezed your legs around his hips, hugging around them. he removed his fingers from you clit, he brought them over to hold you waist to stop you from squirming. your mouth would close, and your moans wouldn't stop either. you were a soaking moaning mess. chris kept pounding inside your cunt, spreading your sticky cum all over him. your shiny white cum leaked down onto the bed sheets, but he wasn't stopping to clean up. you looked up at him with blurry vision while biting your lip. you felt every drop of cum get drained.

chris was still chasing his high, abusing your pussy in doing so. his breath hitched, and you felt his dick twitch inside your pussy. he leaned down and wrapped his arms around you, held you in his arms while jerking his hips back and forth. he began to rub his balls with his fingers, rubbing his soft skin in circles. he let out a low groan next to your ear, then shot warm cum into the condom.

you felt his hot breath hike up the hair on your neck as he gasped for hair in your ear. the two of you stayed in each other's arms, in disbelief of the pleasure you guys just felt. your thoughts were foggy, you were unsure of what to do, or what to say. you rubbed his aching back, trying to calm his breathing.

"I- I love you chris"

"I love you more y/n"

a trail of kisses were left on your neck, sure to leave marks tomorrow. but you couldn't care less, youve never been this happy. you started to enjoy the silence, you never wanted this moment to end.

dividers by <3 @bernardsbendystraws <3

taglist <3 @sophand4n4 @luckysouls @iloveduckssm @mattsbug lmk if you wanna be added <3

[hjvi]

I fucking love everything you write the way you word things has me SATTT oh my i'm wet

[slvt4chrissturniolo]

this actually means so much coming from YOU thank you so muchhh 😭😭

[hjvi]

im literally your biggest fan TRUST ME nb fw u the same way i do ugh lets kiss

[babytomatoes21-deactivated20250]

BABY MINE - c.s.

wc: 980 cws: miscarriage, loss of child, coping

you don't notice how much of a toll the loss of your baby takes on chris

baby mine, don't you cry baby mine, dry your eyes rest your head close to my heart never to part, baby of mine

chris holds you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you press your face into his chest. his hoodie is damp with the tears you’ve been quietly crying, and even though he can’t say the words, he knows you need him here. you've barely spoken since you got home. he hasn’t pushed. he just holds you, his fingertips tracing gentle patterns across your back as he breathes in time with you, as if he could hold it together for both of you.

"i’m right here, baby," he whispers, his voice thick, as if saying it out loud will somehow make everything feel real. "i've got you."

he doesn’t know if you believe him. hell, he doesn’t know if he believes it. but he says it anyway because, if he doesn’t, he’s afraid he’ll shatter in front of you.

your fingers curl tightly into the fabric of his hoodie, gripping him with a desperate need, and he holds you closer, his chest tight with a protective kind of love. he doesn’t know how long you sit like this—he’s lost track of time, the world outside your little bubble fading into nothing. your body trembles against his, soft cries escaping you in ragged breaths. every sob that leaves you makes his heart feel like it’s cracking open, and he knows, deep down, that his heart will never be whole again.

eventually, your breathing starts to slow, your fingers loosening their grip on him. you’ve fallen asleep.

chris exhales slowly, the weight of the moment crashing down on him, and he hesitates for a second, unsure if he can pull away. but he does. careful not to wake you, he slowly disentangles himself from your arms, his heart heavy as he does it. his feet move without thought, dragging him down the hall as though his body knows where it needs to go even if his mind hasn’t caught up.

he stops at the doorway of the nursery—the room that was supposed to be filled with joy, with laughter. the room that was supposed to be a home for your baby. instead, it's empty. cold. the light in the room is dim, the only illumination coming from the soft moonlight slipping in through the window. chris stands in the doorway for a long moment, just staring at the unfinished crib, the baby blankets still perfectly folded on the rocking chair. everything is untouched. everything is still.

his fingers hover over the light switch, but he can’t bring himself to turn it on. it feels wrong, like he’d be lighting up a room that will never be used the way it was meant to be. he takes a step inside, his heart heavy with every footfall, and his eyes fall to the laundry basket in the corner. tiny clothes—newborn onesies, little socks, a soft hat—sit there, waiting for a baby that will never wear them. the sight makes him choke on a breath.

his hands tremble as he steps forward, the urge to touch something—anything—overwhelming. he reaches into the basket, pulling out the first onesie his fingers touch. it's soft, so small in his hands. his heart breaks a little more as he presses it to his chest, the tiny fabric feeling like it doesn’t belong to him. it feels so wrong.

this is real.

your baby is gone.

the words reverberate in his mind, but he doesn’t want to hear them. he doesn’t want to accept them. he can’t. not now. not ever. he sinks to his knees, clutching the onesie to his chest like it’s the last piece of something he can still hold onto. his shoulders shake, the weight of it all crashing down on him in waves, and before he knows it, a sob escapes him—loud, jagged, and raw. it’s the sound of everything inside him breaking, of a grief so deep he didn’t know it could hurt this badly.

his palm presses against his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut as if he could will the pain away, but the tears come anyway. they spill over, hot and fast, soaking into the fabric of the onesie that will never be worn by your child. his breaths are shaky, uneven, as he struggles to get a hold of himself. but it’s impossible. everything is falling apart. he’s falling apart.

he has spent weeks—no, longer—holding you, comforting you, making sure you're okay. he’s been strong for you, every single moment, because that’s what you needed. but no one has stopped to ask if he is okay. no one has acknowledged that this was his baby too. that this loss, this pain, is just as much his as it is yours. he can’t help but feel invisible in all of this, like he’s been forgotten in the midst of your grief.

the silence in the nursery is suffocating. it's all too much. he grips the onesie tighter, his knuckles white with the pressure. the room is too quiet. the crib, once a symbol of hope, now feels like an empty reminder of what will never be. he lets the tears fall, each one for the child he’ll never get to hold, for the future that will never happen. his sobs echo in the quiet, and for a moment, he feels like he’s all alone.

he’s lost. alone in a room that was supposed to be filled with the sound of a baby’s laugh, and instead, it’s filled with the weight of the loss that will never leave him. no one will ever understand the depths of his pain—not the way you will, but for now, he's left here to break in the silence, alone with his grief.

the nursery will never be finished. the clothes will never be worn. and chris is left alone in the stillness, holding onto the one thing that’s left of the future he was supposed to have.

alone.

a/n: wrote this as an attempt to kill my raging baby fever but it worsened so now ill light myself on fire <3

tags: @mattswifeyy @courta13 @p3sthoe @ivysturnss @billiesturns

dividers by @bunnysrph @strangergraphics-archive💗

© babytomatoes21

[lyingonchris]

ok so now i’m crying

[hjvi]

this is so sick im SOBBING

[hjvi]

guys I think tumblr hates me because if you reblog me or something it doesn't ever mention you in my inbox 😔

TUMBLR FUCKING RESTRICTED ME AND WONT ANSWER MY EMAIL ITS BEEN A MONTHHH😭 im answering comments on @hjivinteract, thats when you KNOWW im desperate. lowkey if it doesnt get fixed im gonna make a new acc and transfer my work onto there😔

[humpster35]

Hi guys i’m Keanna. If you didn’t know. So I never once claimed to be this all telling predictions account. I literally came on here to write smut and simply exist. The whole thing about my predictions went semi viral because people chose to believe in what I think is gonna happen. Everyone is always so quick to comment about how I was so wrong about a situation or how i’m just problematic in general. I literally don’t know ANY of you. Let alone the triplets. Why should what I say matter? Why does what a few sentences posted on this app, trigger people so much that they feel like they have to immediately go and let me know what’s what. I rarely come on here unless i’m actually motivated to post, which by the way is a good way of doing things in my own opinion. In the beginning I felt like I had to post constantly and that led to shitty work. Now I only post when I have the motivation and…for all the horny gals and gays like myself. This is my account okay? I’m just talking. There’s no need to even look in my way about my predictions. I can understand that from a stand point outside of my character and who I am as a person that maybe I can sound a little crazy. Truthfully I had forgotten about the whole predictions thing until it came back up recently. By the way I wanna point out how on my original post that I did NOT in fact claim to predict anything about the tour, I only did that this year. The original post was made at the end of last year based off of my own visions and honestly real life. Like let’s be realistic here the whole “chris being seen with a cup of alcohol” thing is definitely more likely than me saying something like “oh yea i predict that chris is gonna collab with the dolan twins.” Actually that might happen-😭 But my whole point of this is…guys, i’m literally just a young woman who’s online who happens to have made or gotten a few things correct. And in my own opinion I can write some pretty wicked smut if I do say so myself🙂‍↕️🤞🏽. But yea please don’t feel the need to just take me seriously because i’m literally not someone who claimed to be the person you should go to for predictions. I’m not like Benoftheweek who has scarily predicted every major online event. But yea. @nickssidewitch

[hjvi]

The predictions were just for fun, so it’s disappointing to see people coming after kea. I think what makes me love you so much is exactly that- your boldness and strong opinions. like mff predict chris fucking me dumb next

[sosasturns]

that’s twin like

[hjvi]

sosa when i catch u sosa

[hxoyl]

i just want to sit on his lap and get cuddled by him, not even in a weird or sexual way..just some comfy cuddles his lap and chest looks so cozy 💔💔

[hjvi]

WHAT THE FUCK CUS HIS CHEST DOESSSS LOOK SO COZY