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Gracing us with his pretty face

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I’m on my KNEES

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I want u I need u

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My man is such a cutie I need to give him endless kisses on his pretty face plz this is all I ask

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Hypnotized by Nick’s beauty at this point!!!!!!! 😫

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He quite literally took my breath away oh WOW

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I want to kiss his cute face

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9.25.24 Matt on stream

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Fingers (in me)

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9.25.24 Matt on stream

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9.25.24 Chris on stream

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Missing my beloved already <\3

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9.25.24 Chris on stream

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9.25.24 Chris on stream

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fratboy! chris that is wayy too high and it starts to freak him out a little bit, so he comes and lays next to reader for comfort

i can imagine him rarely getting any bad trips, so maybe he’s tried a new product for the first time and he’s just out of it.

he tries to fight against it at first, but his fingers dig into the arms of his desk chair, his knuckles turning white. his head hangs low, and you can see the muscles in his jaw clench as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the disorienting feeling.

a wave of nausea rolls through him, and he lets out a low, disgruntled sound which makes you shift on his bed behind him. your eyebrows knit together as you watch him twitch, your heart pounding in your chest, your concern growing.

"chris..?" you call out his name cautiously, your voice soft and hesitant. he immediately shakes his head, dismissing you with a wave of his hand as he rises unsteadily from his desk, gripping the back of the chair for support, and a knot tightens in your stomach at the sight.

you prepare to slide out of bed, to ignore his dismissal and offer your help, but you hesitate, slowly closing the book resting in your lap as you notice him stagger toward you, his eyebrows knit together, his face looking pale and strained.

he sways a little before flopping onto the bed, dragging himself up the mattress with a sluggish motion. you remain frozen, eyes wide with concern as he throws one arm over his face, blocking out the light as another twitch ripples through his body.

"chr—"

"don't, kid," chris drawls quietly, his words slurred and barely coherent. "jus'.. be quiet."

your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, wanting nothing more than to comfort him — but even if you are allowed to speak, you aren't even too sure what you would tell him.

you've never witnessed a bad trip before, and the unfamiliarity leaves you feeling helpless and anxious. so, you decide to do what you feels best; slowly, you extend your hand, hoping to stroke his hair gently.

just as your fingers hover near his scalp, you flinch back with a surprised yelp when chris' hand suddenly curls around your wrist, halting you mid-motion, his grip firm as he holds your hand suspending in the air.

an apology hangs on the tip of your tongue, but you find yourself frozen, your heart racing as you watch him intently, waiting for his next move. his hold on your wrist remains tight, and you brace yourself for him to shove you away.

instead, much to your surprise, chris gradually loosens his grip, his movements tentative as he guides your hand back down to his head. your fingertips make contact with his hair again, and a wave of relief washes over you, a gentle smile spreading across your lips as you gently stroke his hair, watching him relax ever so slightly under your touch.

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i just creamed my pants

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Pretty as can be