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oh my heavens. this is amazing.

Thoughts on stoner chris and how violently sloppy he gets when it comes to making out and sexual stuff while stoned 😵‍💫 high dry humping or something where he gets reaaaaaally talkative and noisey omg

Pairing: high!Chris x fem!reader

Warnings: filthy smut, cunnilingus (love that word), reader and Chris are both high!… so dubious consent bc of that but nothing else, unprotected sex.

A/N: sooo I decided to go with the ‘or something’ since I have written a lot of dry humping lately. hehe. He gets more talkative towards the end when his mouth isn’t occupied, don’t worry!

My thoughts on this are that high!Chris is a MUNCH. like… he’s already a munch when he’s sober but when he’s high he really needs to eat you out. He needs to.

Between the two of you, you’ve finished an entire joint and you guys are in the middle of a sloppy makeout session when his kisses start trailing down your neck. His plush lips are leaving a hot, wet trail down your throat as he makes his way to your chest. He’s quickly pulling off your tank top and revealing your bare chest. His fingers reach for your nipple and in his desperate haze he pinches you a little too hard on accident.

You squeak softly.

He looks up at you, his blue eyes are glassy and the whites of his eyes are tinged pink, making the icy blue color of his irises pop in comparison. Pretty. He’s so pretty.

“Too hard?” He murmurs.

“‘Hurt a little” you answer softly.

“Sorry” he breathes and his mouth attaches to your nipple, his hot tongue swirling around it in apology.

Before you know it he’s sucking, harshly, trying to get as much of your tit in his mouth as he can.

“Fuck” you whine.

He hums in answer and he moves to your other nipple, giving it the same attention. He’s pulling his glasses off in the process and handing them to you without looking up at you. You laugh a little, What am I supposed to do with these? You think. You set them down on the sheets beside you and hope neither of you roll over onto them later.

After he’s sucked and kissed and slobbered all over your chest he starts to kiss down your stomach. His inept fingers are already pulling at the button of your jean shorts, trying to get them off as his kisses trail downward.

Once he gets the zipper down he’s struggling to pull the shorts down, instead of pulling them off, they’re caught on your butt and he’s pulling your whole body down the bed in the process.

“Have you considered helping me out?” He breathes a little laugh.

You giggle and lift your hips in response. He’s able to pull your jean shorts down so you’re just in your little cotton panties.

He kisses over the little bow on the front of your panties before pulling those down as well. This time you lift your hips without instruction.

Then, he’s pulling your soft thighs apart as he kisses over the inside of them. He’s breathing heavy as he takes in the sight of your sopping wet core.

“Holy shit… d-did I do this?” He breathes, completely flustered at the thought of him having this affect on you.

“Obviously, Christopher” you breathe a small, exasperated laugh, trying not to roll your eyes. Who else would have gotten you worked up like this?

He can’t take his eyes off your cunt. He leans forward and licks a stripe up your wet center, groaning loudly as he tastes you on his tongue.

“So sweet” he murmurs against your slit.

Then, he starts to absolutely devour you.

You moan almost as loudly as he does when you feel his lips wrap around your clit and suck it into his mouth.

You look down to see his head between your thighs, you’re only able to see his fluffy blonde hair, styled the way he always has it. Your fingers reach down to take ahold of his hair, messing it up as you tug on it.

He groans in response, the sting of the pain only making him more aroused.

The taste of you, combined with the sounds you’re making, and the way your thighs keep clamping around his head is making him painfully hard in his pants. His cock is straining against the denim and he starts to try to get his pants undone with one hand, trying his best to keep his tongue moving on you as he wiggles out of his jeans clumsily, kicking them off his legs.

Once he has both of his hands free he uses them to pry your legs open. As much as he likes the idea of being suffocated between your legs; he doesn’t want to die before he makes you cum.

He moves his tongue down from your clit to push it into your entrance, as far as he can get it, his nose nuzzling into your clit. Your arousal is all over his face, dripping down his chin, his eyes roll in his head as he feels your cunt clench around his tongue. God this is his favorite place in the world; between your thighs.

He can hear your moans getting higher pitched and your breathing get more shallow and he goes back to flicking his tongue against your swollen clit.

“Cum for me, babygirl.” he whines into your heat.

“I’m going to—oh god—I’m gonna cum!” You’re whining so loud, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. He’s aching… He has to press his dick into the mattress to try to relieve some of the tension.

His tongue keeps going as he presses two of his fingers into your tight entrance, pumping them in and out gently to try to tip you over the edge.

And it works, your back arches off the bed, you’re crying out loudly as your thighs clamp around his head again. You’re cumming right on his tongue, giving him exactly what he wants.

You’re twitching and trembling against his mouth, and he thinks he’d like to spend the rest of his life between your legs.

He keeps lapping at you gently, letting you work through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Your legs fall open in exhaustion and you free his head from your thighs, he takes a big breath, filling his lungs.

“You sound so pretty when you cum, baby” he says running his big hands over your thighs soothingly.

You roll onto your side, clamping your legs shut and twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm still.

The sight of you, so fucked out and breathless from him bringing you pleasure, makes him desperate. His cock is throbbing in his boxers as he watches you spasm and pant from what his tongue did to you.

He can’t hold out any longer… he’s practically vibrating with the effort of holding back, and he knows if he doesn’t do something he’s gonna cum all over the sheets and he’ll never forgive himself for that.

”Shit… honey, I need you… please, sweetie...” He whines gently as he gets up onto his knees, roughly tugging his boxer briefs down around his thighs.

“Just let me get inside you okay?” He’s panting, he’s talking to you but he’s really not, the voice in his head is just spilling out because he’s so delirious with need for you.

All you can do is nod weakly in response and breathe “yes” softly.

He’s maneuvering your body how he needs, his big hands gripping your hips, sliding your bottom half around over the satin sheets, pulling your plush thighs open, his thick fingers digging into your supple flesh, as he positions his cock at your sopping wet entrance.

“Just gonna…” he murmurs before he’s pushing the head of his dick into your tight hole.

“Oh—oh god—Chris” you whine weakly.

He thrusts his hips forward, sliding all the way home into your tight, wet heat, with no worry for you adjusting to him. You both whine out at the sensation.

“There you go baby—there you go, just take me— take all of me.” he grunts softly as his head falls back against his shoulders at the feeling of you being wrapped around him so perfectly.

He starts a steady and rough pace, he’s being careless, he’s chasing his own pleasure. You’re his little toy… his little doll. Just for him. Made for him.

You start to let out little breathy whimpers and moans and he lifts his head up to look at you again. His blue eyes are heavy lidded as he studies your pretty face, twisted in pleasure for him.

“Does that feel good?” He moans softly. “Am I making my pretty girl feel good?” He asks rhetorically, punctuated by sloppy thrusts that are filling the room with a wet sound that almost sounds too good to be real.

All you can do is whimper in response.

Chris looks down to see his thick cock disappearing inside of you again and again and he groans.

“Jesus Christ” he curses “look at you… your body was made for me, huh? My little angel… you came down to earth for me didn’t you? Tell me… you can tell me, baby” he’s babbling, he’s completely lost it at this point. Completely intoxicated by you and the weed. He’s gone.

But you humor him.

“I did” you whine out in answer, you know it’s what he wants to hear and you want to give him everything he wants.

“I know… I knew it” He breathes, thrusting in and out of you desperately. His breath catches in his throat. “I knew you came down from heaven for me—Ahh—fuck, baby—I’m gonna come” he whines pathetically.

“Mmmm already?” You ask breathlessly.

“Yeah—fuck—oh god yeah” he whines softly, his voice getting higher. “You’re too good, you feel too good—I can’t hold on—I have to—I can’t stop.” he’s whining, his thrusts getting even more uncoordinated as your body sucks him in.

He gives one—two—three more sloppy thrusts until he presses his dick as deep as he can get it and he shoots his load inside of you. Whining your name as he does so, a string of incoherent sweet-nothings leave his mouth as he rides out the waves of his orgasm.

He’s panting when he finally pulls out of you, flopping down on the bed next to you when you both hear a soft crunnncchh under his arm.

His glasses. He laid on his glasses.

“Oh noooo” he whines exhausted, knowing the familiar sound of his glasses breaking immediately.

You laugh softly, an exhausted, satisfied buzz throughout your body making the situation even funnier.

“That would be your third pair of glasses this year.” you inform him, as if he doesn’t already know.

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SCREAMING! HALLELUJAH 😋

casually slides in here

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chris with both a degradation & praise kink. thank you, i’ll be here all week - aeon

Omg hehehe Aeon!!! ILY ❤️

okay so I interpreted this as Chris likes being both degraded and praised ;3 I hope you like that idea

(Chris x fem!reader)

Warnings: creepy/perv!chris (it’s kinda mild tbh but just in case, Chris takes a bikini pic of reader without readers knowledge), degradation, blowjob!!

NSFW 18+

You entered Chris’s apartment quietly, having been in class all morning, you decided to drop by his off-campus apartment. It wasn’t far from your college, just a block. And you thought it would be cute to surprise him. You have a key, anyways.

So you’re slowly and quietly walking through his hallway to his bedroom, where he’s probably sitting at his computer, working on coding or classwork.

Chris loves jumping out behind doors to scare you all the time, he thinks it’s funny… so why not get him back? He deserves a taste of his own medicine.

But as you stalk closer to his room you see his door is ajar… you see he is in fact sitting in his desk chair, facing his computer, looking down into his lap… his chair is shaking(?) a little bit and you hear the unmistakable sound of a whiny moan leaving Chris’s mouth.

Oh. Oh.

You peak through the door, all thoughts of scaring him are out the window as you watch from behind, his thick arm flexing as he presumably pumps himself. You can’t quite see. And his head falls back in a moan, his eyes fluttered closed as your name leaves his lips.

You can’t help but gasp. And Chris hears you.

His eyes shoot open, his body jerks in surprise and his phone flys out of his hand and lands face down in front of you.

He whips his head around to you.

He breathes your name, a tone of surprise.

“What-what are you…?” He trails off as he tries and fails to pull his pants up over his aching hard cock. He was so close to cumming.

You say nothing, leaning down to pick up his phone off the ground, turning it over in your hands to look at what he was looking at.

“H-hey!” He says weakly, his hand trying to reach for his phone but he’s unsuccessful from simultaneously trying—and failing—to tuck his cock back into his boxers.

You can’t help but gasp again as you see that it’s a picture of you.

A picture of you in your bikini at the lake last year that Chris definitely took without you realizing because it’s candid.

Your eyebrows furrow as you pretend to be upset but your heart pounds in your chest and you can feel your core clench and your panties dampen.

“Chris…” you say slowly.

“It’s not!—I wasn’t!” He stutters pathetically. It’s exactly what it looks like.

“You’re jerking off to a picture of me in a bathing suit?” You ask softly, stalking towards him, you actually look pretty good in this photo, for it being taken unknowingly… Chris is a good photographer.

“I—I…” he stutters, his cheeks are flushed, his glasses are crooked, his eyebrows are knitted together, his blonde hair is messed up. He looks delicious.

Your eyes trail down to where his jeans are around his thighs, his cock is straining against his boxers where he’s managed to get it back in, precum staining the grey fabric.

“You’re not looking at porn like a normal person?” You ask, stepping closer, your heart is beating in your ears. “You’re looking at a picture of your friend… in a bikini… a picture you seemingly took without her permission?” You press, referring to yourself in the third person.

Chris starts to panic, he’s so nervous he’s ruined everything but his cock is also painfully hard and twitching in his pants from the way you’re looking at him.

“That’s so creepy, Christopher” you tsk, but you’re only getting closer to him. You’re not throwing his phone at him and running away. The way you use his full name is making him shiver, like he’s in trouble… but he likes it.

“I know” he breathes. His heart is racing in his chest, his fingers flex at his sides from how bad he wants to touch you… or even himself.

“You’re a fucking pervert.” You say sweetly. You’re standing between his legs now.

He’s looking up at you reverently, like he’s beholding a goddess.

“I know” he repeats, his cock twitches at your words.

You kneel down between his legs. Sitting pretty on your knees for him, pushing his knees apart so you can get between them.

Chris thinks he’s dreaming, he must be right?? This is something out of a fantasy, how the fuck is this happening right now. His breath catches in his throat.

“You’re… you’re not upset?” He asks, he thinks he’s misreading this situation.

“Upset?” You ask, your hands running up and down this thighs teasingly. “Upset that you want me so bad that you’re a pervert for me?” You whisper.

“Uhm” Chris stutters… he’s not sure what to say… “yes?” He answers weakly. He can’t deny that is a pervert when it comes to you, but only for you. No one else.

“No, baby” you say softly. And his heart leaps at that.

‘Baby???’ He thinks… You’ve never called him that before.

Chris isn’t sure what to do, can he touch you now? Is that allowed??

“Take your dick back out for me, sweet boy” you purr. And Chris has never obeyed an order faster in his life. His heart melts at the term of endearment, a low whine leaving his mouth. His head is spinning at how fast you went from calling him a ‘creepy pervert’ to a ‘sweet boy’ but he loves it.

In a second his cock is in front of your face, now that you’re getting a good look at it, you’re realizing it’s even bigger than you thought it would be (and you thought it would be big)

You reach out to grip the base and he whines.

“Do you want my help?” You ask softly.

“Y-yes!” He whimpers “yes please” he begs you, his face is twisted in a desperate pleasure.

“Good boy” you purr. “Saying please so nicely” you praise him. And he whines again, being called a good boy by you is making him crazy.

“I dunno how much I’m gonna be able to fit in my mouth, Chris” you say, gently licking along a prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

“Oh—oh! That’s okay” he breathes “it’s okay” he repeats, his hips jerking up into you involuntarily. He’d be happy with anything you give him, he’s so desperate to feel the warmth of your mouth that he could cry.

“I’ll try my best okay, baby?” You say softly, running your tongue over the thick head of his cock, which is flushed an angry red color now, and you can taste the saltiness of his precum on your tongue.

“Oh my god!—Jesus…” he curses, watching your tongue swirl over him, listening to your sweet voice, his head is spinning. His hands come up to gently start to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail. he wants to take his phone and record this—he needs to remember this moment forever and replay it over and over. But he doesn’t, he just watches in awe as his best friend takes his cock into her pretty mouth.

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manifesting

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guys it’s time to start pushing that kyle gallner content mwehehehe >:D ✪

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an: the people on my poll have spoken so here it is!

an2.0: it has been so long and i’m so sorry it’s literally 2:30 in the morning as im writing this i suddenly got motivation. :,D

neighbor!chris hartley comes over to fix your computer, ends up fixing your guts.

warnings: smut! p in v, a bit rough, chris is a little cocky but just a little, pet names (baby, beautiful)

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chris already knew from the start that as much as this was about fixing your computer, at the same time it really wasn’t. every small conversation, every passing glance, all the banter.

chris saw the way your eyes would travel down his strong arms, lingering on his biceps that fill out his t-shirts. he can’t say he’s better, his own stolen glances at your chest in a low cut shirt or the way your hips sway as you leave your tension-filled talk.

through banter and these small talks, you found out that chris is pretty tech savvy. which leads to where we are now.

he was supposed to be fixing your computer, but that didn’t last. the screwdriver was long gone and your computer was moved carefully to the side.

chris had you bent over the desk, whining his name as he held your arms behind your back and pounded into you. he only needed one, large hand to hold your own still. his other hand on your hip, steadying your body while he fucks you with a cocky smirk.

“that feel good, baby?” he asks, his voice whiny but confident. you can hear the smirk in it. all you can do is nod your head, a soft whine leaving your lips when you try to speak.

he would tease you, slowing his thrusts but making them harsher. he knows how good it makes you feel.

“c’mon beautiful, you can tell me. c’mon.” he’d urge you, wanting you to tell him how good you feel. and when you finally do, whining it out in such a sweet tone, chris can’t help himself. hearing your soft “so good..” and pleas for him.

his thrusts get faster, harder. he pounds into you so hard you have to hold on to the edge of your desk for support and your jaw hangs open. a soft grunt leaves his throat, and there’s a twitch in his eyebrow that you see since your head turned back to look at him.

just the sight of him pushes you over the edge, cumming with a needy whine and shaky legs. clamping down on his cock and milking everything he has.

chris gives a breathless, cocky chuckle that breaks into a moan as his chest meets your back, his figure looming over you. his thrusts start to get sloppy, his cock twitching every which way in your tight cunt.

finally he spills inside you with a whine of your name, and a soft huff. after a moment of catching his breath, he smiles. “you alright baby?” he asks with a stupid grin and heart eyes.

you giggle, and nod your head with a soft “yea.” still catching your own breath as you stand up from the desk with wobbly legs. chris holds your hips, keeping you up and turns you to face him. he smiles, letting his mind take pictures of your face.

you two stay there for a moment, just with each other. holding each other.

then he gives a soft little squeeze of your ass.

“lets get you cleaned up and get some dinner, how’s that sound?” you nod, a hand on his chest. “please.” you state blankly which causes a laugh between you two.

oh and chris whining your name? he will later deny that at dinner because “no, no way i did that. i don’t whine.”

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:)

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dude i’m freaking out it’s insane im going insane

KYLE GALLNER — Crater Lake PNW

(he’s so fucking precious)

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meow

why do u as a man have such pretty hands

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im gonna eat him alive

KYLE GALLNER as REED GARRETT

CSI: NEW YORK | S03E08

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y’all better expect some kyle gallner character content because i need him so bad in every way and i have some ideas.

KYLE GALLNER as REED GARRETT

CSI: NEW YORK | S03E10

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guys be real.

i’m gonna write something about chris hartley again.

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crying.

happier days

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right like pls ashley don’t be selfish :(

I'm so jealous of Ashley because she get's to have that huge nerd dick and I don't 💔 pls share some Ashley

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chris hartley being a bit pathetic while you ride him.

warnings: smut! p in v, whimpering, pet names (baby, sweetheart), pretty soft

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the room was quiet, other than whimpers and moans. sweat shined over your skin and his, the soft sound of skin clapping filling the room.

chris was far to out of it. he doesn’t know how you two got here, but he knows he’d simply die if he never felt you bouncing on his cock ever again.

“fuck baby..” he whimpered out. his large hands grabbed at your hips and plush ass in a needy manner as you rode him, your own hands planted on his chest.

you looked over him, and you were just in awe by his state. his glasses are crooked, his hair is messy. his eyes are glossed over and desperate and you can’t help how your hips speed up. chasing your own high, and his.

chris’s mouth hangs open, glancing between your pleasured gaze and the way his cock disappears inside you with every bounce. he runs his hands up your side, a strained moan coming from him as his eyes focus on you.

you moan softly at the feeling of his hands moving over you so intimately, so desperately. you feel that familiar coil in your stomach, and you move your hips a bit faster.

you see the same twitch in his brow, the one that means he’s close. chris leans up, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he comes up to your ear with a trail of kiss against your neck,

“sweetheart.. i’m gonna cum..” he whispers, his breath becoming a bit more ragged and his soft whimpers getting more constant.

“me too..” you respond, your tone breathless.

his hands move to your sides again, his fingers gripping you with love and need as he bucks his hips up, matching your pace with a grunt.

you gasp, your eyes rolling back as you both grow closer to the edge. chris is anything but quiet in your ear, trying to quiet himself by leaving haste, small bites and kisses against your neck, but it’s no use.

chris’s moans grow a bit louder, until he cums with one final buck of his hips, his brows furrowing and he’s grunting while he fills you up. you cum with him, his hands tightening on you as your orgasm shook you a bit.

chris is breathless just like you, his head lifting to catch your gaze. he’s got that dopey grin on his face, and he lets out a quiet chuckle.

“.. you’re amazing..” he says, just absolutely whipped by you.

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an: i’m so tired

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