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the muscle on this skinny boy is crazy

(did someone say sleeper build?)

[throatgoat4u]

random post but these are some blogs on tumblr that i absolutely adore, and love, and why (most of the whys contain fics but like that's the whole point of me being on tumblr. other reasons too like talking to people and getting to know people, and shit. but like i'm literally always reading a fic)

1.) @bernardsbendystraws: she's actually so fucking funny, and i could just scroll her page for hours, and hours, and hours, and hours, and hours on end. and don't even get me started on her fics, and blurbs, and everything. it's just so ughhhhhh.

2.) @phone4pills: THE FICS ARE EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cannot even begin to count the amount of times i've re-read her whole masterlist. like it's sooooo good.

3.) @blckslutsforchrizz: one of my moots!!!!!!!!!!! she's really fucking funny and i feel like any post she's posted where she has an opinion on something i always agree with that opinion. she's just too relatable. and not to mention she's so fucking gorgeous. like have you seen her face reveal???? STUNNERRRRR!

4.) @mattscoquette: her page is just too good! i absolutely love every fic of hers, and don't get me started on her au's. PERV!MATT!?!? LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHH. too motherfucking good. he has me on a chokehold.

5.) @freshloveee: love, love, love, love, LOVE her fics. the one where matt takes care of the drunk reader?!?! HELLO?!?! i love her so much i can't even. her new theme is also very, very cutesy. also we're supposed to be getting married (i think. last time i checked) so ya'll are all invited. mwah, mwah, mwah. she's def one of my favs.

6.) @chrisweetheart: another mootie! i devour her fics up like it's my last meal. if you haven't read the one about sweetheart reader jerking matt off, READ IT!!! oml it's so good. her theme is also just a chefs kiss like omg ughhh.

7.) @bluestriips: again, another moot! her fics are scrum-dilly-umptious. i'm literally licking my fingers clean after i read something of hers. love, love, love!

8.) @leoslaboratory: i just love sitting down at night, in my bed, knowing i can scroll through her page, and get some good entertainment. i love it. I LOVE IT! also dealer!chris?!?! I LOVE ITTTTTT OH EM GEEE!!!!

9.) @vainilladollie: GROUPIE LOVEEEE!!!!!!!! AGHGHGHGHG! that was the first time i discovered her page and i fell obsessed. i love that fic and all her other ones so much it's not even funny anymore. i love that i have such a cool moot who writes such good shit.

10.) @whiteferraristurns: first off, the name? need i say anymore? i love her fics so much like it hurts. white ferrari matt fic had me in a chokehold i actually can't even put it into words. loved it and her page so much.

there are so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so many more pages i absolutely love, adore, and just overall cherish, but there's too many to put. these were the only ones i could think of off the top of my head. and i may be glazing but idgaf. if you have a problem with it, then how about you fuck off. anywho!

toodles sluts :)

[phone4pills]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

matt cannot hold it together when you scratch his back during sex

he chain hung low, cold metal pressing against your forehead once or twice as he drove into you. you held your breath, unsure of what else to do in the heat of the moment.

you felt so full. like there wasn’t an atom of space left between your coated walls and his dick.

with each stroke, the room began to spin a little faster, you could feel each edge and corner of your pussy being filled, slowly but definitely.

and Matt showed no signs of slowing down, his tongue wetting over his bottom lip in concentration, brows knitted tight.

“fuck… Matt…” you heaved, digging your nails into his back, leaving angry red lines every time her pulled back, only to be inside of you again just a second later.

on the other hand, Matt was struggling. when you left your mark all over him, he went feral. Matt’s shoulders flexed under the tension.

he groaned, shoving his head into your neck. his pulse hammered erratically against your skin, lips caught on your jaw. he was desperate and losing his mind.

and you were the reason.

“don’t stop. please,” he whined, “m’gonna—cum….” the last audible phrase to leave his mouth, raspy and breathless, before he fell apart inside of you.

and tomorrow he’d be covered in the consequences. the proof.

it rhymes with doorgasm. happy reading !! also creds to @theosbae for the idea. go read + interact with her original post.

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑

when your personal trainer can bench press your body weight

*this isn’t written to provoke insecurity. YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL.*

“you have one more in you, c’mon.” he beckoned you on. bench presses were your worst nightmare, but Chris insisted you give them a try.

you shook your head, discouraged by the burning pain in your triceps. Chris’ hands stayed remained crossed over his chest, not willing to lift the weight back onto the stand until you hit one more press.

“take a deep breath, yeah?” you nodded, inhaling before you used all of your force to lift the bar away from your body. his veiny fingers wrapped around the cold metal, lifting it onto the rack.

you sunk into the cushion beneath you, sweat coursing down your face. “that’s my girl.” he grinned, grabbing your bottle and making his way around to stand next to you.

your eyes opened slowly, brows now relaxing, to be met with the cocky expression on his face under bright ceiling lights. “nice job.”

you scoffed, pulling yourself up. and grabbing your water out of his hand. after a couple sips, you stood up. too quick. almost stumbling forward as your vision became static, he steadied you by the waist.

“eeasy… you good?”

“yeah, fine.” you sighed, wiping your forehead with the back of your shaky hand. when Chris was sure you were okay to stand, he removed his hand.

“you got me lifting all these weights, Sturniolo. makes me wonder if you can lift.” you teased, head tilting.

“you just asking or you want proof?” his face neared yours, brows furrowing with amusement.

“what do you think, coach?”

“challenge accepted.”

one by one, Chris placed weights onto the barbell. you counted as he did, noticing he was attempting to bench your body weight.

“good luck.” you chuckled.

“yeah yeah.”

it took almost no effort for Chris to bench. his hair fell before his eyes, his tongue slightly out between parted lips, concentration riddled in his features.

he raised and lowered the weight a couple of times, eventually placing it back down on the rack. you stood at the foot of the bench, handing him your drink when he sat up.

he whispered a thank you, slightly breathless. your nails raked the fake mess of loose strands back. and in that moment when he stared up at your face, like a puppy that just found his owner, your heart beat a little faster.

yeah, cardio could wait till later.

ahhh it’s been a long while sturn tumblr. sorry to have left you guys behind for such a prolonged time but i’m back a little bit. and i’m saying hi to all of the baddies i’ve missed. lowkey love inbox hopping.

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𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 .ᐣ.ᐟ

⋆˚࿔ 𝑫𝑨𝑫!chris is not surprised that his daughter’s first word is inappropriate

Babbles fly from the backseat, your ten-month-old daughter stopping every now and again to squeeze more Go-Gurt in her mouth, most of it making a mess on her plush pink lips. Lips that looked just like her dad Chris’ lips.

His veiny hands clutched the wheel, making smooth turns down the streets on the way to Target, you on admired, internally admitting that it was extremely and utterly sexy. Sure it had only been ten months, but would you stop Chris if he wanted to put another kid in you?

… No

His blue eyes glanced at the rear view mirror, a small grin settling on his face when he saw your pretty eyes reflected almost exactly on the face of your little girl. Not just your eyes but the natural blush on your cheeks and the fluffy hair, only hers was crazy as a pup. In the cutest way.

Her brows furrowed, a pout on her lips as she babbled yet again. Chris shook his head. “Tell me about it, kid. Last night I put a Pepsi, first out of the pack, in the fridge. I wake up and go straight to the kitchen. Wanna know what I see? Matt at the table with the empty can. He drank my Pepsi.”

She grunted, throwing her arms in the air so strawberry yoghurt dropped down onto the seat next to her. “F…fuck!” You turned to Chris with a look of horror, he reciprocated. He heard that too, right?

“Woah, baby. He’s still your uncle you know.” Chris chuckled, giving her an amused glance. You and Chris had both pledged not to swear around her so this was the work of one of two suspects. Matt. Or Nick. It was pretty obvious which one was to blame. Especially since he’d spent the last two days babysitting while you, Matt and Chris looked at houses.

“I’m calling Nick. You can’t tell me our baby’s first word is ‘fuck’. She can’t even say ‘mama’ yet and she’s already swearing?” Chris couldn’t help but grin at how upset you were. To him, it was hilarious. And so on cue for his daughter. Admittedly, he’d be concerned if she wasn’t swearing by now.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She repeated, kicking her feet about in her car seat.

“Honey, no-”

“Fuck!” She interrupted you, a giggle rolling out of her throat.

You wanted to be angry but it was too funny, Chris pulled over in the Target parking lot and you all sat there for the next ten minutes laughing. And then your girl leaned forward, reaching for Chris.

“Big fuck.”

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY GO TELL HER U LOVE HER

Chris definitely makes his voicemail message a snippet of his daughter saying ‘fuck’. Anyways hat we’re you guys’ first words?

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𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

robot!chris takes a nap with his head under your shirt

fog grew over the scene outside of your window. the bright leaves on the gathering of trees became dull, almost missable. it had been a long day for both of you, but especially Chris.

the temperature had climbed immensely towards midday, Chris burned most of his energy trying not to overheat. and he was tired.

you chuckled every time you glanced at the chris-shaped bulge under your top. his lips teased against your chest, showing a whole lot of love between your tits.

but as the hours went by, as you turned the pages of your textbook, the kisses subsided, easing into nothing but warm, even breaths against your skin.

his parts hummed, soft hairs tussled under pale fabric. he stirred slightly, shifting when you scratched the sweet spot behind what you could make out to be his ear.

“y’not claustrophobic in there?” you whispered, earning a head shake from Chris. your shirt rode up, the hem now dancing along your diaphragm.

“mh…no. i love it. it’s the nice kind of warm.”

his eyelashes fluttered, leaving your skin tingly. a grin revealed itself on your face, back easing into the pillow behind you when his nose pressed against you, lip catching a nipple.

“hh…chris—”

“sorry, it seems i got carried away. would you like me to stop?”

and for some reason, a reason you could think up later, you weren’t planning on saying yes.

okay here it is, i am so tired so i’m heading to sleep but enjoy !! btw i dont think claustrophilia is a real word gang.

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝟏

taken!chris drives you home after ruining your ability to walk

a pout rested on your lips. it was 10 am. you were in Chris’ sweats and your top from yesterday. and you were shattered.

usually, you’d be in the passenger seat, fighting over the aux with him, but after last night, you were too tired. and you were more comfortable with three seats of space in the back, even if it meant sacrificing your song choice privileges.

meanwhile, Chris made his way to the car. painfully slow. still smug after yesterday’s affairs. he eventually opened the door and dropped into the driver’s seat, throwing a cereal bar towards you in the backseat.

“what’s this?” you huffed, picking the snack up from where it landed, in your lap.

“breakfast. you didn’t eat anything.” he reminded you, facing you in his seat. as much dissatisfaction it gave you to give in to him, he was right.

and alongside tired and shattered, you were fucking hungry.

“…thanks.”

Chris turned it hat so it was backwards and crossed his arms. he gave you that look, the one that said “seriously, you good?” without saying it. you nodded, shifting over to the far right seat and leaning you head on the window.

a couple minutes later, Chris was driving you home like the gentleman he claimed to be, one hand on the wheel as he rolled a toothpick between his teeth with the other.

a tense but comfortable silence had grown between the two of you. Chris with his eyes on the road. you with your eyes on Chris. the longer you admired him the more prominent the ache in your core became.

yes, you could barely walk. yes, your thighs were a mess with hickeys. but your body was already grieving his. missing that feeling that spread all over when he was buried in you. connected to you.

it wasn’t meant to be like that. not when he wasn’t yours. not when he loved someone else. love. not a craving. a feeling. a bond with another girl.

at least he swore he did.

“who’s car is in your fucking driveway?” your train of thought was diverted off the tracks entirely when his voice became that low.

“oh, no I got a new car. figured it was time.” you replied, sitting up. Chris hummed with something like approval. maybe even relief.

“what if it wasn’t my car?”

“huh?” the boy swivelled in his seat, jaw clenching.

“you sounded upset. got a problem with me having people over? like other men.”

“nah it’s just—I’ve never been good at sharing. especially not when it comes to special things. like you.”

ironic considering you shared him with his girlfriend every single day. but that was your choice. your problem.

“anyway,” Chris broke the settling silence, “you doing anything tonight?”

you scoffed, getting out of the car. a little too fast for your legs to handle. nevertheless, you held your composure. “text me.”

“yes ma’am.”

the last thing you heard before shutting the car door.

ahhhh, okay so there’s this. and then I also have a nightwing!chris draft (smutttttt). also ‘mature now’ is in the works. ovulating = writing. part two will be out maybe this week.

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐃

"thank God my son an aquamini, he was way too close to a pisces"

he dresses nice for special events

it’s your son’s kindergarten graduation and your in the audience, knee bouncing slightly as you hope for the best.

your little boy is sat on stage, towards the back where he likes it with his little suit on and he’s staring around as the last few parents walk in to take their seats.

you know he’s worried. he’s not used to seeing you and his father in the same room and he’s probably busy wondering if Chris will even turn up.

meanwhile, you’re hoping that if he does turn up, he looks presentable. like a proud dad and not a drug dealer. mid-thought you see a smile grow on his little face, one front tooth missing.

you turn around to see Chris, walking through the doors, last of course. like father like son. he’s in a black suit with a white dress shirt and his appearance… doesn’t disappoint.

he takes a seat next to you, smelling less like blunts and more like cologne. expensive, almost toxic. you stare for a second before he speaks. “this thing gonna last long?”

you scoff and shake your head. “no. is that all you have to say?”

“… you look good.”

you look away, but secretly, your heart picks up pace in the slightest. a teacher’s voice plays out of the speakers, the woman in front of the microphone introducing the ceremony.

eventually she reaches your son. calling out his name happily. the small boy walks out onto the front of the stage and you’ve never seen him happier.

this is his first time watching his parents sit next to each other. no arguing. no awkward avoidance. just pure pride. a middle ground found in the life of their kid. something they’ll always share.

he FaceTimes you when he’s away to talk to his boy

it was fucking hot. and your son had been running around and making noise all day. you knew he got overstimulated in the heat, and he had to get it out somehow.

but it was proving to be increasingly difficult not to lock yourself in the bathroom with a cold glass of champagne until he calmed down.

he was doing rollie pollies on the sofa next to you when Chris picked up your call. the ac was on high in the background and he was in a dark hoodie, looking high out of his mind. and sounding it too when he first spoke. “sup? fuck is all that noise?”

you panned the phone so your kid was in the frame, trying to get his own foot in his mouth. Chris whispered ‘the hell?’ to himself before getting closer to his phone. “hey, kid. what are you doing?”

your son paused halfway through biting his big toe. his eyes found his dad’s face. bright blues staring back at brighter blues. he giggled. “da—dadda.”

his dad nodded, narrowing his eyes. “don’t eat yourself just cause you can’t bite your mama anymore.” you gasped, left completely speechless. even more lost for words when your son nodded and sat back against the cushions, now playing with the tv remote.

quietly.

“thank you.” you whispered.

“mhm.” Chris hummed before hitting. “don’t call me again though.” was his last remark. while blowing smoke out of his lips, he hung up.

he lets his son be himself

your son was born shy. always covering his face, hiding behind your legs, not saying much when family members played with him. in one way, he was nothing like his dad.

on the odd occasion that Chris took him to the park, he refused to play with any other kids. he just sat on the grass in front of the bench where his father was and played with the grass, picking up lady birds on his fingers and messing with Chris’ shoelaces.

surprisingly, it didn’t bother Chris. he was more pissed that the park was so boring. so he leaned down, pulling his kid’s beanie back over his head in the cold and suggested something else. “wanna get ice cream and call it quits?”

the cherry-cheeked boy agreed, pushing himself off the ground and taking Chris’ hand as they made their way to the ice cream van.

and he didn’t know it yet, but Chris’ acceptance would be the difference between a kid with past worries and a perfectly self-appreciative adult in the future.

not forcing his kid to doubt his decisions would make him happier in the long run. and he’d find friends eventually, but now wasn’t the time. and that was alright.

oh, and he gifts you condoms for your birthday

“because nobody other than me is putting a kid in you. if you’re carrying anything for nine months it’s my doing.”

— Chris

first fic back. the song above is 4X4. trynna take it easy on here but you will start seeing more of me again. and I missed all of you. new au btw. send in ASKSSS.

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