sturnsswift

[sturnsswift]

we aren’t moots anymore that’s why i can’t text you lol

WTF IS GOING ON

[sturnsswift]

i can’t reply to you, it’s blocked 😓

ur breaking my heart, but okay

WHAT NOOOO 💔💔 I CANT SEE UR MESSAGES IM GONNA CRY

i’ll kiss u better mwah

[sturnsswift]

bro gonna start takin notes 😭😭

Just a reminder, this is how sam watches porn.

[sturnsswift]

[sturnsswift]

[sturnsswift]

[sturnsswift]

fuck flirting i js stare at u like this and then make a silly ass face cs i forgot to lock in

Me next?

[sturnsswift]

thinking about doing like a face reveal but like do half my face cause i’m nervous !!!

[sturnsswift]

hi everyone, anyway this is us!! @vainilladollie

[sturnsswift]

my new year’s resolution is to get a fucking miracle and then be magically skinny cause why tf is NOTHING WORKING.???

[sturnsswift]

me core

realizing I missed one of my mutuals' posts so now I feel like a deadbeat mutual

[sturnsswift]

ridin’

pairing ; rapper!chris x newsinger!reader

summary ; basically a quickie inside a backstage audio, before a sound check! idek

warning(s) ; smut. mdni. not use of protection don’t DO THIS. p in v. ass spank. hair pulling. praise cuz im a whore for chris!!!! LISTEN THE SONG ITS A TOTAL BANGER.

this is for ale, ilysm thanks for all mwah #minipizzas @sturnslutz

“you look like hell tonight, ma,” chris let out a hiss as your skirt fell to the floor, forming a puddle at your feet, his right hand slapping one of your ass cheeks, grunting as he did so, his eyes connecting with yours through the mirror, his fingers slowly pulling down your panties, drawing attention to the small wet patch on them, but still doing so without breaking eye contact. “gotta look you through a mirror more often, huh?”

he told you with a smirk, he got what he wanted as usual. immediately your hands went to the edge of the counter, biting your soft lips a little in anticipation as you heard chris's hands unbuckle his belt, and you felt another slap against your ass, letting out a muffled moan. "chris!"

chris chuckles, his hand still resting on your ass. “don't act shocked, mama, y'know what ya be doin' t'me,” he mutters in a low, raspy voice, grunting as he strokes himself a couple of times, his eyes roaming up and down your back before lining up with your entrance. “teasin' me all day, walkin' around in these short little skirts ya wear all the time, b’fore long i'm gonna lose my mind, ma.”

“ohmygod, chris!” a high moan escaped your lips, your eyes closed as he pressed against your back, his hand on your hip. with one hard thrust, chris buried himself deep inside your tight heat, groaning at the sensation. chris let out a low growl, his hips rocking against hers. "yeah, that's it," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, you let out a choked gasp as the familiar tune blared through the speakers in the place, they were probably already looking for them, but Chris didn't care. “lemme' hear those pretty sounds”

"feels so so good!" you moan, clutching to the counter as chris grits his teeth, his pace quickening. “yeah? ya like that, baby?” he murmurs, his eyes locked with hers, the room filled with the sound of skin against skin. “knew ya would, s'why ya keep torturin' me all the time,”his hand moved down to your clit, chris's thumb rubbing the sensitive nodule in tight circles as he continued to thrust inside you. your hips swayed back and forth, mascara running down your bambie eyes.

chris moans, his hand grabbing her ass again as he continues to move his hips, slapping it shamelessly. “yeah, i know baby, y’love it,” he mumbles, his teeth nipping at your earlobe as you babble incoherently. “got you all worked up”

“chris... ‘m close,” you say softly and he moans, “can feel how tight ya are around me, baby. ya been wantin’ this all day, huh?” with a growl, he moves his hands from her hips and hair, pulling them as his other hand rubs your sensitive nub, while the knot in your lower abdomen begins to beg for release, he rubs your clit faster, his husky voice murmuring in your ear, your walls clenching with need.

your hair a mess, traces of eyelashes across your cheeks as you breathe heavily. close to climax for both of you. chris stops mid-motion, his breathing ragged and heavy as he looks at the door as someone knocks, asking for both of you.

“gotta be shittin’ me,” he mutters under his breath, his head dropping to bury his face in your neck. “j'st when we were gettin' t' the good part…”

۫ ꣑ৎ bella little message ; hope this is good, sigh, omg im almost 200 followers!! excited. and since everyone seemed to love rapper!chris i wrote another one, this is the back to tha basics replacement!

© vainilladollie ; all work is owned by me. please do not copy, translate or transfer my work to any other blogs or sites and do not claim as your own. drivers are mine, don't use them at least ur giving me the credit. love u to the moon, xx.

[sturnsswift]

real cs wtf was that year. salting and burning that hoe winchester style.

[sturnsswift]

New/old outtake photo of Taylor Swift for SNL

(January 2, 2025)

[sturnsswift]

real. like teach me how to write anything without smut or fluffff AHHHH

if you know how to write angst hit my line. i need some tips. help. omg.

[sturnsswift]

☆ MY STRANGE ADDICTION ☆

ᰔ - sum: in which you keep coming back to chris because he’s the only one who can make you feel, despite the cons of being with him

ᰔ - pairings: toxic!chris x fem!reader

ᰔ - warnings: 18+ CONENT AHEAD!! MDNI. smutty smut. kind of angsty. unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 you tap it). dom!chris. sub!reader. lowkey chris is manipulative. ass spanking. hair pulling. multiple sex positions. light choking. no aftercare. chris is kinda mean. rough and hard sex. use of degradation. VERY light use of praise (but even then it’s lowkey degrading). use of pet names (ma & mama). strong use of dirty talk. use of strong language.

ᰔ - wc: 533

“y’feel me, ma?” chris grunts as he thrusts into you, that shit-eating grin he always wore during sex slapped across his lips. “feel me inside, yeah?”

you nod your head, biting down hard on your bottom lip—enough to draw blood. chris jerks you towards him, yanking on your hair. “use your words, mama.” he grins, pounding harder into your ass.

you knew he liked this, hell, he loved it. because with everything that happen between you two? after everything he put you through? he knew you’d still come back, you always did.

“fill me up, s’good.” you cry out, your hands bunching up the sheets as you cling to them for dear life. you knew chris wouldn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop until he got his fill, until he was satisfied.

“good girl.” he lets a dirty grin spread across his lips, watching the little ripples in your ass flow with his thrusts. he couldn’t lie, you were his favourite. among the other girls he had loaded in his phone, desperate to be in your spot right now.

chris continues pounding, low grunts leaving his lips as he delivers a sharp slap to your ass—startling you a little. “mine, all mine.” he growls, sinking himself deeper into you, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll and your pussy clamp around his length. you hated yourself for this, how he could just make you a puddle underneath him. you hated how he made you feel, even with the shit he put you through.

but you knew you’d always go back. you’d always repeat the cycle.

“who does this pussy belong to huh, ma?” he grins, gripping onto your ass like a lifeline as he pistons his thick cock in and out.

“y-you.” you whimper, feeling him tug you back again.”

“louder.” chris groans, feeling his cock twitch—signalling he was close to an orgasm.

“you!” you shout, landing on your back as chris flips you over.

“that’s it ma.” his hand wraps around your neck, his thrusts now relentless. “gonna let me cum on you, yeah?”

you nod, a string of incoherent moans spilling from your lips as he fucks you silly. your orgasm crashes over you before you could even notice it. chris grins once more, knowing that he was the only one that could make you feel like this. cum like this.

“cummin’ all over my cock, huh?” the brunette chuckles, gripping your neck harder. “so fuckin’ desperate.”

before you could even blink, chris was pulling out. thick ropes of cum spurting from the tip and onto your stomach. for a moment you felt noticed, loved, wanted. but that all faded away once you saw him getting dressed, like it was nothing to him. which in reality? probably was.

“thanks for the fuck, ma.” he says bluntly, quickly pulling out his phone to send a text before shoving back into his pocket. “sorry about the mess, kid.”

the empty pit in your stomach deepens as you watch him exit your apartment, leaving you vulnerable. not to mention, painted with his own load. and even then you knew you’d still keep him here.

he was right, you were desperate. desperate to be loved. even if it was just for a quickie.

a/n: cooked ts up this angel @vainilladollie LOVE YOU!!! also ty for 100 followers 😭🤍 each of you get a forehead kiss

divider creds: @bernardsbendystraws & @mattscoquette

taglist: @chrislilcumslvt @jadasmp4 @trevorsgodmother @bandanamatt @dominicfikeenthusiast

[sturnsswift]

UGH BABIES. 🙁🙁🙁🙁

they were so smiley ☹️☹️☹️☹️