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May is mental health awareness month, and this is me asking to stop all the drama for this month and here on out. We are all tired of it and use this place as an escape. Let’s just be happy and vibe. You don’t have to like everyone but we all should be able to be cordial!!
uhhhh
dream blunt rotation but im the blunt
I love being irrelevant on Sturniolo tumblr because if I was involved in all this drama I think it would send me into an actual anxiety spiral
I just feel like Matt OR Chris should just give me ONE chance. I cook, I clean, I’m horny all the time PLEASE😩 I’ve never sucked dick or had sex with a guy but like.. TEACH me
I'd literally be a perfect little 50's housewife for either one of them. Dinner ready and hot by the time they're done with work. I'd be dolled up for them 24/7. I'd spend hours on my knees trying to please them. Fuck. I need them so bad.
at the same damn time!
IMY TOOOOO HOW ARE YOUUUU
IM DOING GOOD BABYYYY IM SORRY I FELL ASLEEP😞
PRETTYYYYYY HIIII
MY BABYYYY!!!! OMG IMYYYYY
i need him so bad its not even funny anymore
── ⋮ ⌗ “SCREAM MY NAME”. . . ⟢ ANGRY.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ
very much dedicated to the discord server n their freaky selfs (need that)
Chris stormed off stage without a backward glance, jaw tight, hands clenched, the vein in his neck threatening to burst. You heard him before you saw him, mumbling under his breath as he stomped down the hallway like he was seconds from throwing something.
“Fuckin’ dumb. So fuckin’ dumb,” he spat under his breath, dragging a hand through his curls, still damp with sweat. “Tryna do something nice—can’t even get a fuckin’ sentence out without someone screamin’ over me.”
He looked up—and locked eyes with you.
You didn’t even have a chance to ask if he was okay before his hand wrapped around your wrist. Not rough, but not gentle either. Urgent. He didn’t say a word, just tugged you down the hallway, weaving past crew and security like they were invisible.
“Chris—” you started, trying to keep up, but he just gave your wrist a quick squeeze, his pace quickening like he needed to get somewhere before he exploded.
The backstage bathroom door slammed behind you. Lock clicked.
You opened your mouth again, “Baby, it’s okay, I—”
But then he was on you.
Your back hit the cool tile wall, his lips crashing into yours before you could say another word. His hands were everywhere—gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt, tugging your waistband like he needed you now, like he didn’t care about anything else except getting lost in you.
He kissed like he was still angry. Teeth. Tongue. A little too rough. Like he wanted to erase the scream of that girl’s voice still echoing in his ears with the sound of your breath hitching.
“You,” he grunted between kisses, “are the only person I ever wanna hear scream my fuckin’ name.”
He shoved your leg up around his waist, grinding against you through both your clothes, the bulge in his pants unmistakable.
“I try doin’ somethin’ real, something fuckin’ meaningful—” His teeth grazed your jaw. “—and she just kept yappin’.”
“I know baby” Your nails dug into his shoulders, dragging a low groan from his throat.
“You’re the only one that gets me. Only one who fuckin’ sees me.”
Then he pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, both of you panting.
“Make me feel better, baby,” he said, voice low, ragged, desperate. “Make me forget all that bullshit.”
His forehead pressed against yours. “You always fuckin’ do.”
Then his mouth was back on yours, hotter this time—less rage, more need—and his hands were already working your pants down, ready to ruin you against the bathroom wall.
You barely managed to kick your pants off before Chris was back on you, lips crashing into yours like a wave he’d been drowning under all night. His fingers gripped your jaw, thumb pressing against your chin to keep you looking at him.
“You gonna let me fuck this attitude outta me or what?” he growled against your mouth.
You breathlessly laughed, arousal already pooling between your thighs. “I think you need it.”
“I know I fuckin’ need it,” he muttered, pulling your panties down with one swift tug. “Needed you the second I walked off that stage.”
His fingers slipped between your legs, groaning when he felt how soaked you already were.
“God—look at you. Fuckin’ soaked for me.”
“Always am,” you breathed, rocking your hips into his hand. “You think you could storm off stage like that and not have me ready for you?”
Chris smirked, but it was sharp, feral. “That right?” His fingers slipped inside you without warning, and your gasp bounced off the bathroom walls. “All worked up ‘cause your man lost his shit?”
You gripped his wrist. “Yeah but seriously, you did something real. Something that mattered. And they tried to make it about them.”
His jaw clenched again, teeth grinding. “That’s what pissed me off the most. I did that for them. For Matt. For Nick. Not so some girl could scream her fuckin’ name like it’s a roll call.”
You grabbed his face, forcing his eyes back to yours. “You’re not doing this for them. You’re doing it for you. And I’m proud of you. Fuck them.”
His eyes darkened at that. “Say that again.”
You leaned in, lips brushing his. “Fuck. Them.”
Chris growled something low in his throat before yanking his pants down just enough to free himself. His cock was already hard, thick, and leaking at the tip. He didn’t give you time to think—just lifted your leg higher and lined himself up.
“You ready for me, baby?”
Your nails curled into his shirt, lips parted, voice low and wrecked already. “Been ready since you grabbed me. Thought you were gonna fuck me right there in the hallway.”
Chris let out a sharp breath, eyes dragging over you like he was barely holding himself back. “I should’ve huh?.”
He grabbed your leg and hitched it around his waist, the thick head of his cock dragging through your soaked folds.
“Jesus— fuckin’ dripping.”
“That’s what happens when I see you all pissed off and bossy,” you whispered, cocky but breathless. “Gets me so fucking wet.”
He didn’t even respond—just slid in all at once, a strangled moan ripping from his throat as your back slammed against the wall again.
“Fuck—fuck, you feel that?”
You whimpered, hand scrambling against the tile behind you. “So full—Chris, holy shit—”
He buried himself to the hilt and didn’t move, just held you there, your bodies pressed together, his hand gripping the back of your neck.
“I want you to feel every inch of me everywhere.” he growled against your mouth
“Then fuck me,” you begged, grinding your hips into him, biting his bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss. “I can take it. Give it to me.”
Chris snapped.
He started thrusting like he was trying to bury all that frustration, all that rage, inside you. The kind of fucking that bordered on punishing—deep and relentless—but still so fucking personal.
“I do somethin’ meaningful,” he grunted, hand gripping your jaw tight, “and some random chick wants to ruin shit for everyone else, fuckin’ stupid.”
Your head tipped back against the wall, crying out as he hit that spot that made you go dumb. “She wanted attention. She doesn’t know you.”
“That’s the problem,” he snarled. “They don’t know me. Not like you do.”
“I know you, baby,” you moaned, wrapping both legs around him now, pulling him even deeper. “I know every version of you.”
He kissed you then—hard, desperate. Like he needed to shut you up before you made him lose it too fast.
“I should make you wear my name next time,” he panted, mouth dragging along your jaw. “Tattoo it right above your pussy. So when they start screaming theirs, I can think about mine sitting right between your fuckin’ legs.”
You gasped, head lolling back, chest heaving. “Do it,” you whispered, voice shaky but defiant. “And I want them to see it. Want them to know I’m yours even when you’re not around to remind them.”
Chris let out a ragged breath, like you knocked the wind out of him. His hips stuttered just once, like your words shot straight to his dick.
“You’d let me mark you like that?” he growled, pulling back just enough to look at you—really look at you. “Let me put my fuckin’ name on you?”
“Yours. No one else’s. Just yours.”
He kissed you hard again—less anger now, more possession. More need. His hand slid up your chest, thumb swiping over your nipple through your shirt, dragging another moan from you.
“You’d be the hottest fuckin’ canvas,” he muttered, eyes dropping to your lips. “Right above your cunt, baby, just for me.”
“You talk like you haven’t already ruined me,” you breathed, rolling your hips into his. “You think there’s anyone else I’d let fuck me like this? Slam me against a bathroom wall and fill me up like you own me?”
Chris groaned, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping off his brow. “That’s ’cause I do own you. Every fuckin’ inch. You’re mine, you hear me?”
“All yours,” you gasped, gripping the back of his neck as his thrusts got even rougher, angrier again—like your submission lit a fire under him. “Fuck, Chris—don’t stop—”
“You think she could fuck me like this?” he spat, eyes wild now. “That girl out there who wouldn’t shut up—think she’d take me like you do?”
“Not a fucking chance,” you cried out. “She doesn’t even deserve to look at you.”
“That’s right,” he growled, reaching down to wrap a hand around your throat—not squeezing, just holding you there, still, as he pounded into you. “You’re the only one who gets me like this. You’re the only one who fucking matters.”
You were unraveling, trembling in his grip, and he could feel it.
“Gonna cum for me?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear now, cock still drilling into you with unrelenting precision. “Gonna cum and let me fuck it into you? Let me bury it so deep no one else ever gets close?”
“Yes—fuck, yes, Chris—please, don’t stop—”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours. I’m yours—”
Your orgasm slammed into you like a truck, loud and raw and real, back arching hard as you fell apart all over him. Chris cursed under his breath, grabbing your ass and driving in as deep as he could before spilling inside you, his groan low and primal against your skin.
He didn’t pull out right away. Just kept you there, legs shaking around him, breathing into your neck like you were his lifeline.
“Next time,” he murmured, voice hoarse, lips brushing your collarbone, “I’m getting your name tattooed, somewhere no one else’ll see it but you.”
You were still panting, brain foggy and drunk on him, but your smirk cut through it all. “Then we’ll match.”
Chris pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, still inside you, fingers gripping your jaw again, but gently now.
“Yeah,” he said, quieter this time. “We fuckin’ will.”
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Someone make a fucking billie blurb of this edit and tag me amd if you do i’ll eyp bc yes amd okay would go.
what the hell brandie campbell??
tw: cursing, metions of people screaming and yapping 🙊
alrighty so why the FUCK are we yelling our names during the show!? there was a 38 year old mom named brandie campbell, while chris was talking about his surpise and how much it means to him, this women just kept on screaming and yelling her name even after multiple requests from the triplets to stop yelling while chris was speaking. (ill attatch a video at the end of the this rant.) but thats just so disrespectful to yell over somebody speaking. especially if its a heartfelt moment of trying to explain how much something means to you. after like the 4th or 5th time of brandie yelling her name the triplets ended the show like 5 minutes earlier then they were suppoused to, and this women looked proud!?!? what the fuckkk!!! she just kept yelling shit like "my name is brandie campbell ans you shouldve gotten a tattoo of my name knstead of matt and nick!!" like for one chris matt and nick dont even fucking know you?? and for two A TATTOO IS FUCKING PERMANENT DRAWING ON YOUR BODY!!!! like are we being DEADASS RIGHT NOW!? fans like brandie are the reason the triplets are afraid of putting their friends in videos because of death threats and shit. the venue security rushed people out and they started forming crowds outside the venue and there was people standing infront of the tour bus and in the street literally blocking it off. the police inside literally told the triplets it was UNSAFE TO LEAVE THE BUILDING. i get it too because brandie could have been out there ready to attack chris so yeah! i see the saftey hazard!! people outside the barriers got so bad multiple police officers had to line up outside the venue and tell people to start lining up behind the barriers and half the people didnt listen?? and apprently brandie was drunk off her ass (i believe it) but anyway, if security tells yall to move FUCKING MOVE. it literally took an hour to get people behind barriers and away from the tour bus. the triplets ended up getting on the bus safe after everyone was behind barriers so theyre fine and safe.
for those going to tour: if your going to tour PLEASE do not do what brandie did, its so disrespectful and rude to yell over people speaking and just ruin someones day or night so dont be brandie in that situation.
heres the video of brandie yelling
"now you can feel me, even when i'm not there."
chris sturniolo x reader
summary: chris is going on tour agian, which means he can't fuck you. well, he's still gonna. just not entierly himself.
warnings: smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, use of sex toys, pet names (baby, angel, sweetheart)
english is not my first language!
chris going on tour again with his brothers was planned for a long time, but that didn't mean you'd miss him any less. no falling asleep together, no waking up together, no cuddling, and no sex.
chris already got you a huge plushie to make up for the cuddles that he won't be able to give you while he's out and about, making sure it smells like him before giving it to you the day he had to leave. but there's one more thing that unfortunately didn't make it in time.
because now, chris was on the road, on his way to texas for the first show. he told you to call him when the package he wouldn't shut up about arrived at your door step. he's been giggling about it the entire time before he left, refusing to tell you what it was. so when you came home from work later today and saw a pink giftbox placed on your doorstep, the first thing you did was call your boyfriend.
“did it arrive??”
you put your phone on speaker and sitting down on your bed, the box infront of you.
“hello to you too” you chuckled.
“hi, baby. did it arrive?”
“yes, chris.”
you could hear chris giggle on the other end, requesting to facetime you. you accepted, and you were immediately greeted with a huge smirk spread across chris's face. you couldn't help but laugh at how excited he seemed, like he was the one recieving a gift. you were excited too. chris wouldn't shut up about how he thought of 'the craziest gift ever' for you, something that'd help you get through the time apart from him.
“open it.” chris encouraged with a big grin, watching you as you analyzed the package, thinking about what it could be. you reached out to untie the little bow, putting it aside. when you went to lift the lid off of the box, you saw chris's grin widening, eyes glinting with mischief when the lid finally came off.
your lips parted, brows knitting together in slight confusion as you looked at the silicone item infront of you.
“a dildo?” you questioned, looking at him with a confused smile.
“not just any dildo.” chris said, watching you as you took the toy out of the box, examining it.
you thought hard about what you were holding in your hands. surely that's not the 'craziest gift ever' that he was on about, right? you noticed how this particular dildo looked a little different from the standard ones you could order somewhere.
and then you realized. the tip, that one vein, the length, everything.
“shut up, you did not!”
“oh, you know i did.”
you looked up at your phone with a smile, chris smirking at you trough the screen.
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you were wating for chris to call. tour didn't start until the next day, so chris was out with his brothers for dinner, meeting up a few friends. he kept texing you, making sure you'd wait for him to get back.
you sighed, putting your phone down and walking into the kitchen to get a drink. before you could open the fridge and grab one, you heard your phone ringing. you sprinted back to your room quickly, clicking accept on the call, laying down on your bed again.
“hey, beautiful. thought about you all night.”
“i miss you, chris. how was your night?”
“let's talk about that later, okay? how about we put your new gift to use..” chris suggested, his voice low and you could hear his blanket rustling.
“what about nick and matt...?”
“they're still out, baby. don't worry about it.”
you bit your lip, looking over at your nightstand where the toy was. still in the box. reminders of the day before chris left flooded your mind. moans filling the room, his dick buried deep inside of you.
“you okay baby?” chris's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. you grabbed the dildo, fingers tracing the cruve of the tip. it was crazy how accurate the toy was. every curve, every vein of chris's perfect cock, now molded into silicone for you to use whenever he was away. you put it down, turning your attention back to your phone.
“it’s… pretty fucking accurate, chris.”
he grinned, a flicker of heat coiling in his chest. “thought you’d like that. you using it yet?”
“not yet,” you admitted, and he could hear the smirk in your words. “waiting for you to tell me what to do with it.”
“fuck,” he muttered, his free hand already drifting down to adjust himself through his jeans. his dick twitched at the thought of you, legs spread, that toy in your hands. “alright, then. get comfortable, angel. take that shirt off—i know you’re wearing mine—and lie back on the bed.”
there was a soft thud, the sound of fabric hitting the floor, and he imagined the way your skin would look in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, all soft curves and shadows. “done,” you said, your voice a little breathier now. “what next?”
“grab it,” he instructed, his own breath hitching as he unzipped his jeans, freeing himself into the cool air of the bunk. his cock was already half-hard, thick and heavy in his palm. “run your fingers over it first. tell me how it feels.”
“it’s… cold,” you said, and he heard the faintest hitch in your tone as you touched it. “smooth, though. kinda weird how it’s so you. like, i can feel that little vein under the head, just like the real thing.”
“yeah?” he smirked, stroking himself slowly, his thumb brushing over that same vein on his own dick. “warm it up for me, then. put it in your mouth—get it nice and wet.”
a quiet whimper slipped through the phone, and he could picture it: your lips parting, sliding over the tip, your tongue tracing the shape of him. the sound of your soft, wet sucks came through the speaker, faint but enough to make his grip tighten, his hips shifting against the mattress. “shit, baby, you’re killing me,” he groaned. “how’s it taste?”
“like silicone,” you said with a small laugh, pulling back. “but i’m imagining it’s you. makes it better.”
“good girl,” he rasped, his voice dropping lower. “now slide it down—tease yourself with it. rub it on thet pretty pussy f'me.”
the line went quiet for a second, just the sound of your breathing, and then a shaky moan as you followed his command. “fuck, chris,” you whispered. “it’s… it’s right there. feels so good.”
“tell me,” he urged, his hand moving faster now, precum slicking his fingers. “what’s it like?”
“it’s wet,” you said, your words trembling. “i’m so fucking wet. god, i wish you were here.”
“me too, sweetheart,” he growled, his imagination running wild: your thighs parted, your pussy glistening, that toy—his dick—gliding through your folds. “push it in now. slow. let me hear you.”
your gasp was sharp, raw, and it hit him like a punch. he could hear the faint, slick sound of it sliding inside you, stretching you open, and your next words came out in a rush. “oh fuck—it’s big. filling me up so good, just like you do.”
“yeah?” his voice was strained, his balls tightening as he pictured it: your cunt gripping the dildo, your hips rocking against it. “fuck yourself for me. pretend it’s me fucking you—deep and hard.”
your moans grew louder, punctuated by the rhythmic creak of the bed, and he matched his strokes to the pace he knew you’d set, his cock throbbing in his fist. “chris—fuck, it’s so good,” you panted.
“attagirl,” he praised, his teeth gritted as heat surged through him. “keep going. fuck yourself with it—let me hear how wet you are.”
the sounds were obscene now. the wet squelch of your pussy, the slap of your hand guiding it in and out, your broken cries spilling through the phone. “fuck, yes.” you managed, voice hitching. “—fuck, chris, i’m gonna cum.”
“do it,” he snarled, his own release barreling closer. “cum all over my cock, baby—”
your scream was muffled, like you’d buried your face in the pillow, but it still sent him over the edge. his hips bucked, cum spilling hot and thick over his hand, splattering onto his stomach as he groaned your name. for a moment, there was just the sound of both of you panting, the aftershocks trembling through the line.
“shit,” he said finally, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he caught his breath. “you’re fucking incredible.”
you laughed, soft and sated. “i miss you so much, chris”
“i miss you too, angel.” he said, wiping his hand on a stray shirt. “think you can hold out with my little stand-in ‘til i'm back?”
“maybe,” you teased. “but i’m keeping this thing close. might need another round tomorrow.”
“just can't get enough of my dick, hm? now you can feel me, even when i’m not there.”
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introducing..fratboybaker!reader!
23. sorry not sorry by tyler, the creator. referred to as baker boy, prefers dre. culinary major. the food probably has weed in it. sarcastic bastard. curly head. joined his frat for shits and gigs. sneak glances. gold chains. clumsy. don't say his full name. bad temper. shy mumbles. model material. tragic yearner. dare devil. skater. bandaids on his knuckles.
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introducing..photographer!nick!
21. crush by ethel cain. photography major. campus celebrity, famous for his aesthetically pleasing Instagram account. staying in. oral fix. love at first sight. tragic yearner. alcohol wipes and bandaids in his bag. (just in case dre needs them) flushed cheeks. rbf. french poetry. sliver jewelry. frat hater. stress studier. just as sarcastic, or even more sarcastic as dre. bitten lips. blue. overthinker.
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a/n: will be nick x black!reader but you can still read no matter what your race is!!! m actually so obsessed... already.. this is crazy
Omgg his tattoos are so cute😕
