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Is there any way you’d consider writing something for Luke Ward (the oc)

yeah i could try!! would you like something in particular?

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hey guys im sorry i literally disappeared, i didn’t mean to, it’s just that im in a bad shape lately and on the whole im going through a hard time, so thats why im kinda absent.

i’m gonna be back soon tho!! and also thank you for 425 followers i love you sm 💜💜

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i dont hate my mom but i hate that i envy daughters and mothers with a bestfriend bond

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imagine you’re in a love triangle with jj and rafe and these are the presents they gave you — but you just can’t choose so you put both on

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i fucking hate geometry

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1000 notes is wild!!! thank you sm!!!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ bathroom sex with dealer!chris

warns. smut. oral [f. receiving]. unprotected sex [don’t be silly]. porn without plot. creampie. explicit language. degradation kink. pet names [doll, baby, princess]. teasing, lowercase intended.

“chris — please — move!” your hips instinctively nudged forward, searching for just a shred of contact with his fingers, which were buried deep inside you, still.

he shook his head, amused by your pathetic reaction at his touch. “uh-huh. you’ve been such a bad girl the instant we stepped into this party,” he said, keeping his free hand at the side of your head, trapping you between his body and the wall.

when he dragged you into this bathroom by the arm you knew what was coming. you actually had seen it coming from the moment you decided to wear that tight, little dress — the one he expressly affirmed he didn’t want you to wear.

“you knew this would happen, didn’t you?” he suddenly curled his fingers inside you, caressing your insides, making you let out a load moan. “you acted so bossy out there with that douchebag, what happened now?” he added, alluding to your wasted status.

he had in fact barely touched you, pushing you against the cold tiles and lifting your slutty garment up to your navel as soon as you entered the bathroom and you already were a moaning mess, craving for more of his touch.

“please chris — i-i need you,” you said blubbering. he smirked down at you. “need me to what?” he teased. you could tell he was holding back. his eyes were dark and glossy in lust and desire and if you only moved your leg a little bit you could’ve felt the hard-on that was starting to grow between his legs.

“need you.. need you to- to make me feel good,” you were slurring your words, trying to stay still to not upset him more, even if everything you could feel in that moment was your aching core begging to be relieved.

he bit his lips, moving his head in disapproval “gonna need something more, princess” the brunette said, approaching dangerously to your face. he started to leave a trail of wet kisses all over your jaw and neck.

you swore you were about to lose it and starting fucking yourself on his fingers on your own.

“chris — chris — please make me cum. i need it- need you so bad,” you begged him miserably, closing your eyes at the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on your collarbone.

“look at me — he grabbed your chin with two fingers, making your eyes flutter open — y’think you deserve it?” he said, pulling away from your chest and looking at you in your eyes, which were imploring for some kind of contact. “you deserve to cum after acting like a slut in front of me and the whole party? mh?”

he started to move his middle and pointer finger inside you painfully slowly, making your spine shiver and your mouth let out a whimper. his thumb reached your swollen clit, rubbing it just as slowly. you tried to say something but a low whine broke the words in your throat.

“mh? fuckin’ answer me,” his fingers went abruptly deeper, while he placed his knee between your legs, blocking them to close.

“i don’t! i was such a slut! i’m sorry- please i’m sorry!” you almost screamed in frustration.

he sharply removed his fingers from my heat, grabbing you by the waist and turning you around, making you face the big mirror. “i think you need a reminder of who you belong to,” he roamed his hands all over your body, caressing your hips sensually.

you could feel his boner pocking onto your ass, so you pushed back on purpose, trying to have some friction. “mhm, you surely need it,” he added, before shoving two fingers inside your pussy once again, this time his pace was fast and rough.

your eyes closed again due the overstimulation that you were accumulating. “didn’t ya understand me? i want those pretty eyes open,” he repeated. what you saw once you accomplished was your reflection being fingered-fucked by your boyfriend, and that did nothing but turn you on even more.

your mouth kept letting out a sequence of moans and whines, as you felt the familiar tension building up in your stomach. “god — right there, don’t stop, please”

his gaze was fixed on his digits appearing and disappearing inside you, moving it on your face when you letted out a nearly pornographic moan. “you like bein’ treated like the whore y’are, don’t you?”

“yes, yes, yes,” you repeated like a mantra, getting off on the wet sounds that the contact made. he speeded up his pace, pumping his fingers furiously in and out of you, knowing that you were getting closer and closer.

as you were about to reach your climax, he stopped again, making you groan. “no, no please, i was so close!” you cried out.

he ignored you, removing his hand for the umpteenth time that night to hook his fingers onto the fabric of your panties, pulling them down to your knees. “if you’re gonna cum, you’re gonna do it on my cock,” he said, pushing your back down, so that you were bent over the counter.

he didn’t waste time to pull down his zipper and take out his length, that slapped on his stomach because of the stimulation. his red mushroom tip was leaking pre-cum, streaming down his erection.

he took it in his free hand and beat it a few times, before lining it up with my entrance. he rubbed it between my folds, gathering some of your juices as lube. “these were your intentions f’this party, isn’t that right?” he kept teasing.

you arched your back, trying to have his dick finally buried deep inside you, as you, indeed, had tried all night long. “please chris — i-i need it” you mumbled, biting your bottom lip so hard that almost bled.

“you knew i had deals to take care of, and yet, there you were, grinding yourself on some random jerk” he traced a finger on your back, from your neck to your ass, delivering an harsh slap on your right cheek.

you were a mess at this point, your stare on his face, on his lips, on his body, in the hope that he would’ve done something anytime soon.

suddenly, he slammed his hips forward, making your eyes roll back in your head from the shock. he didn’t give you time to adjust to his size, he just began to move in and out roughly, his pace fast and constant. his hands rested firmly on your hips, you both breathing heavily as he hit all the deeper spots.

one of his hands flew to your bundle of nerves, grazing against it to add pleasure at your already near climax.

“chris” you moaned, saying the only thing you were able to vocalize. your face was contorted in gratification, your knuckles becoming white due the hard grip you had on the counter.

“shit — i know baby,” he whispered, continuing to slam his hips on your ass, his balls on your clit. his grasp grew harder on your skin, sign that he was close too.

you started feeling the peak in your stomach, your legs becoming jelly and trembling. you couldn’t hold back anymore. “i’m gonna come — god, chris i’m ‘bouta —”

“fuuck — cum for me, doll” he told you, continuing thrusting in you nonstop.

it only took you one sentence and a few moments to start creaming on his cock, feeling it twitching inside you. “aah — chris… oh my god” 

you finally felt l his cum spurting in your cunt, the warm liquid filling you up. he pulled out, letting out one last moan, the two of you trying to re-stabilize your breathing. 

you tried to lift your back, but chris stopped you, making you bend over again. you felt his fingers on your core once again, “chris — no more — m’too sensitive,” i cried out.

“nuh-uh. not letting any of it going wasted” he said, collecting his semen and yours that was leaked out your pussy to put them back in. your cunt hurt for the overstimulation, all red and puffy — to him, it hadn’t never looked prettier.

when he finally pulled away, you raised your panties up and lowered the dress down, fixing — or attempting to — your hair and make up to make it seem like you hadn’t occupied the room for over thirty minutes.

“you okay?” chris asked you, turning you around. he wrapped his arms around your waist, your back hitting the counter. i nodded, “yeah, i think i remember now” you said making him smirk.

“you made me lose a buyer — we’re not done” he added, half joking and half serious. i let out a chuckle, my hands flying around his neck, brushing my lips on his.

he closed the gap and gave me a soft kiss, before pulling away and putting his arm around my shoulder. we leave the room, acting like nothing happened under the judging gazes of the long queue of people who were waiting to use the toilet.

“i hope you enjoyed your fuck, fuckin’ almost made me piss myself”

yaps. it was supposed to be shorter but i got too involved… anyway i need him so bad it’s concerning.

wc. 1,5k

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Are we fucking for real.. (Big rant warning) PS: THIS IS NOT POTRAYED AS HATE TO ANYONE INCLUDING THE TRIPLETS!!!

No scheulde friday vids no more OR dumps...

why r they making it seem like its our fault for delayed low/mid shit.?? ''we know our content has been mid these days but its all for you guys'' you mean the ''guys'' going on tour..? you mean the ones that PAY for content that you guys do on a free fucking app..? bullshit. i love the boys sm but if this keeps on going a break from yt for at least a month would make a difference and im sure

The tour is a comedy show. chris said it himself saying smth along the lines of ''we made sure the provide seats at tour bc we are not artists, its just for jokes''. So why the fuck are the prices so high..? yeah i get it tours expensive blah blah ppl have had this talk b4 but come on. no small talk yet they say shit like ''i cant wait to meet everyone and talk w you guys'' fym..Id be so fucking pissed if i dropped a bag and all im allowed 2 do is smile,hug and walk away...

They plan shit in 10/90, what i mean is 10% content for THE JOB they CHOSE to do and 90% for behind the scenes cool ultimate fan stuff that no one knows shit abt till now..?? Also what up w the 3-zillon ''staff meetings'' they talking abt. Where's the content coming out of these meetings..? are we js shiting n chatting over there?

If editing takes alot or timing is tight they COULD stream. its a free website for all + engaging live chat and we love it they love it EVERYONE wins.

Owning up vs slacking on content. js bc they admitted to it does not mean ''SOME'' of yall can dick ride them into thinking that majority of us r okay w this shit.

''its js a fandom'' or ''yk you could js click off the video right'' comments make zero sense. and ngl this js makes things a lot worse. Bc lets say for reference you were in a relationship and ur partner did smth that pissed you off would you immediately break up and act like u did jot love/commit to them or would you try and talking things out and if that did not work you would end things.

My point is this is crazy work for ppl who have a YOUTUBE career and yes i know its hard from time to time but they picked there job they deal w it and act there role.

I swear if tour dont got them posting 4 or smth days a week im fucking over it. Promising us shit while their actions do NOT match up what so ever is insane.

PS: yet again this is NOT HATE. im expressing MY OPINION pls respect that and dont use this rant as an excuse to hate.

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ERM- sub chris???

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MOANING WHIMPERING HUMMIN SIGHING CREAMING COMING CUMMING FAINTING PASSING OUT

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where are your parents

wouldn’t you like to know weather boy

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Nasty and dirty Ryan Atwood smut? The universe deserves more of that

guys i’ll do another ryan smut and maybe another seth since someone asked buut unfortunately people don’t love them as we do and these works don’t receive much attention as my other works do, so i think these will be the last, sorry :(

reply if you wanna be tagged ‹𝟹

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Lemme get this straight—

You can’t get an autograph. You can’t hand them gifts personally. You can’t have your interaction recorded. You can’t have more than one parent come with you. You can’t do wtv for how much money you just poured into their pockets?

I feel bad for the people who bought tickets, genuinely. This information should’ve been disclosed before people spent this much money.

If I made you a gift, I want you to know it’s from me, I wanna see your reaction! If I’m spending however tf much, I should be able to relive the moment!!!

This has been so poorly organized and I can only imagine how frustrating it must be for people who’ve bought tickets.

Content has already been messy ever since tour shit came into the picture. Dick ride all you want, but the triplets themselves have admitted to videos being shittier and schedules being messed with MULTIPLE TIMES! Tour hasn’t even started. No one is cussing them out and genuinely in a state of pure rage from what I’ve seen, people are just disappointed! Rightfully so!

There needs to be some sort of change. I don’t care what it is, but this is not a sustainable pattern that shows they truly care about their fans. We’ve begged for better content, had content cut down by more than half, and we’re still waiting on better quality! If anything—it’s gone down!

I love these boys, I truly do—it just isn’t being reflected that they care for their fans opinions recently. They’re adults. They should be aware of these issues. Poor management is not a valid reason atp, it’s an excuse.

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omg outer banks & blue lagoon are two of my favorite things in the world!!! i love this

raesturns introduces . . .

A BELOVED SUMMER in which eight teenagers are stranded on the island of trinidad after a school trip doesn't go as planned. during their time together, they get to know more about each other, learning that they might be more similar than they thought they were and two of them might even fall in love.

also known as, an alternative universe that pairs my three absolute favorite beach themed movies of all times ; outer banks, blue lagoon and blue crush. hope you guys look forward to this :)

sunny. sunshine! reader. kook born from kook dad & pogue mom. born in trinidad, raised in figure 8. has an older brother. practically lives in the beach at this point. learned to surf when was a kid from her uncle while her dad was away on business trips. cinnamon girl by lana del rey. has a bird named blue (totally original and wasn't copied from rio). convinced she was born a mermaid since she was a child. accidentally swallows watermelon seeds. basically an irl version of moana if you really think about it. has naturally straight hair but prefers curls.

matthew 'matt' sturniolo. kook born with his three brothers. born in boston, raised in figure 8. spends time at the beach when he chooses to ditch classes. heard about sunny though madi but chose to not interact with her because of his parents. has a puppy named naya who he found on the street. 8 letters by why don't we. has a low attendance at school. listening to taylor swift's songs is lowkey his guilty pleasure. has a secret seashell collection in one of the drawers in his room. blue eyed but often wears brown colored contacts. 1/3 creators of the school's lacrosse team. sports over his education but never over his family.

raesturns 2025

tags. @blushsturns @sosasturns @mattsbestgirl @scorpio1205 @evansturn @mattsglassezx @chrissleftshoe @smileymilee @stxrsniolo @riasturns @snoopychris @sturnshood @sturnsrecord @cmal7oy @phosphns @hannahsturns @darksturnz @sunsturns @ch6rm ( ps. i have no set taglist unfortunately but please do let me know if anyone's interested in being tagged or being removed from the tags that i did! thank you )

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no hate BUT this is literally their top #1 sentence this year

“you’ll have better and more content!” DAFUCK

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so.. how late are we talking nicolas?

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IFHY2 - Dealer!Chris x Stoner!Reader

pt 1

"Fuck!" Chris threw his back against the headboard, breathing hard as he dug his fingertips into the hips of the girl bouncing on top of him, both of their moans loud and exaggerated. The obnoxious creaking of the bed echoed behind the slamming of the headboard with each rough thrust. "C'mon...know you can do better than that," His hips buck up to meet her slowing movements as his irritation grew. God, he couldn't wait for this to be over

"Take it. Fuckin' take it," he almost growled, his grip harsh in her skin as he chased his high. The girl suddenly throws her head back in pleasure, her legs shaking around him as a borderline pornographic moan is ripped from her throat. "Shiit...There you go..." He shudders as he spills his seed into the condom. His eyes flutter shut, slumping deeper against the soft pillows.

The girl giggles, cuddling close next to Chris, much to his dismay. He clicks his tongue, sighing heavily as she lays against his arm. "How was that?" She traces patterns along his chest, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. Normally, Chris would've immediately smacked her hand away from him. But he was just too out of it, his pupils dilated, his eyes red and dry. He could barely bring himself to turn his head to look her in the eyes.

He lets out a dry laugh, running his tongue over his straight teeth. "It was a'ight," he watches as her expression shifts from cocky to pouty, her brows furring and her lips pursing together. "Nothin' to write home about," he continues as he shifts to sit up straight.

"Alright?" She asks, her voice growing softer. She looks up at Chris with widened eyes. She was practically begging for reassurance. From Chris of all people.

"What d'you want, a fuckin' Yelp review or somethin'?" He scoffs. He pulls up his boxers and moves off the bed, the girl still following him with her eyes. He reaches to grab his jacket, discarded on her desk chair with the rest of his clothes as rummages around the pockets. Finally, he pulls out a lighter and a preroll, gripping the lighter tight in his hand. In his search, another joint fell to the ground, this one wrapped in Hello Kitty print. His heart dropped. A soft sigh escapes his lips as he shakes his head, almost in disappointment, as memories of you start to surge through his head.

"What's that?" The girl points down at his feet, barely able to see the figure of the fallen object. She starts to put her own shirt and underwear back on, still keeping a watchful eye on Chris.

Her voice breaks his thoughts, his head shooting up to look at her. "Don't fuckin' worry about it," his voice is harsh, growing defensive as he tries to get the thought of you out of his head. He shoves the joint deep in the jacket pocket, burying it and any thoughts of you into its dark depths. "Shit's not f'you. So it's nothin' for you to worry about," he runs his fingers through his hair and sits back on the bed. The girl huffs, but she knows Chris well enough to not press the issue. Until she sees the lighter in his hand.

There was a girl on it. The most beautiful girl either of them had ever seen. Not just any girl, though. It was you.

She looks down at Chris' hand, unable to take her eyes away from the image. She watches his emotionless expression, his blue eyes once so magnetic, now a dull grey. He flicks the lighter a few times until the small flame begins to illuminate his face, highlighting the stubble he had began to grow along his cheeks and jawline. The girl swallows, "Who...Who's that? On the light?" She asks gently, watching him take a puff of the joint. His slumps back down into the bed, blowing out a thick cloud into the quiet bedroom. He looks down at the lighter in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the picture over and over.

"Nobody," Chris shakes his head, throwing the lighter to the side of him, taking another hit from the joint, his eyes growing heavier with each inhale. "Don't worry about it," He says as the girl huffs in annoyance, crossing her arms. He holds the joint up to her lips, watching her take a deep breath. As she exhales, she begins to cough, immediately reaching for the can of Whiteclaw on her nightstand.

"Don't look like nobody," she retorts once she leaves her coughing fit. Her cheeks are flushed red, her eyes already bloodshot as the marijuana surges through her system, growing higher with each cough.

"Told you s'nobody. Means it's fuckin' nobody," he says flatly, his voice rough and mean. Inside, though, he was a mess. He was begging the girl to leave it alone. Leave you alone. He wished he could forget about you altogether, but he couldn't. It was impossible.

He left the girl's house as soon as they killed off the joint. She was practically knocked out on his shoulder, her arm wrapped around his chest. He had to move stealthily just to get her off of him. He threw on the rest of his clothes, turned her dim lamp off and left as quick as he had arrived.

He stood outside for a moment, the cold Boston air sending a chill down his spine and raising the goosebumps on his pale skin. He couldn't get you out of his head. No matter what or who he did, you were the only thing he could think of. How you'd laugh at his jokes like they were the funniest thing in the world. God, how he'd do anything just to hear your voice again. See you happy. He could only hear your cries of frustration echoing in his head each time he thought of you, and it made his heart ache.

Chris was never the one to care about a fling after the fact. Sure, he had girls he'd hooked up with more than once, maybe even on a regular basis. But never enough to actually care about them. He didn't know what they did for work, their favorite color, or how they liked the temperature of the car. He simply didn't care to know.

So why did he care about you?

He sucks his teeth, bitterly pressing at the buttons on his phone, his fingers hardening in the freezing air. The night is quiet. Too quiet. No chirping of crickets, no cars driving by, no dogs barking. He breathes out, the cloud of vapor escaping out his mouth as he enters his Audi. As he sits in the car, his leg starts to bounce up and down, though he wasn't sure if it was from the chill of being outside or from the sheer anxiety brewing inside him. Sighing, he finally presses the call button.

It rings, and rings, and rings, before going to voicemail. He wasn't expecting you to answer anyway. You said it yourself: you fucking hated him. He groans, debating on if he should call again, or leave a message, or give up.

At the tone, please record your message. When you are finished recording, you may hang up, or press 1 for more options

"H-hey, Angel," he says. The hum of the car engine almost drowns out his low voice as he sits in the parking lot of some run-down apartments. "S'been a minute. Um...look, kid...I know we—fuck this is so stupid—" Chris mutters to himself, but he can't stop talking. His voice is gravely and his words are slurred, effortlessly falling off his tongue. "Fuck...I know we had a...a lil' disagreement or whatever...but...I wanna see you again."

He runs his hand through his hair, twirling a strand in between his fingers and curling it. "Swear you did some witch shit on me or somethin'...been the only thing on my mind..." He lets out a breathy laugh. "Almost wanna say 'I miss you' or some shit..." His voice trails off, leaning back further against the headrest, tugging at a loose thread in his jacket. He wants to stop himself from talking, before he says something he regrets. But he can't. He needs to talk to you, even if you're not talking back. "Fuck...M'really fucked up right now, angel...mixed—mixed some shit together earlier...but don't worry...m'not gonna drive. Just gonna sit here...Sit here n'talk to you..."

Chris examines his surroundings, always alert for anything, at all times of night. But there's nothing. Not at this hour. Nothing to distract him from his vulnerability. "Mmm...M'sorry angel. M'sorry for makin' y'cry...Don't ever want y'to cry...I'll getcha the flowers...Better than the ones we knocked over on Valentine's," he laughs softly at the memory, remembering the face you made seeing them shatter on the floor. "Just hit me back when you get this, a'ight? Wanna see you...I'mma...I'mma make it right...'kay?" And with that, he hangs up, running his hands over his face after throwing his phone in the cupholder next to him.

sorry for edging, pt 3 coming soon

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the boy hasn’t slept in DAYS 😭😭