if he shaves i’ll kill myself.

i want his bicep around my neck

fuck.

please.

just fucked chris so good on character ai i felt that shit

every night.

Me every fall

✰ can’t wait until we get home?

you and matt had been out all day.

running errands for his brothers and doing things that were needed for his personal project as well as the groups merch line—and you were happy enough to tag along. but, as the day dragged on, you couldn't help but get slightly pouty at the fact you couldn't have your boyfriend's attention all of the time.

so, when you had finally gotten back into his car from stopping at the warehouse, you had sunk into your seat after buckling yourself in—closing your eyes as the rays from the sun poured in through the glass window.

it didn't take long until he put the car into reverse, pulling out of the parking lot and already heading toward the road to the next destination.

wooow

how I feel reading sub matt/Chris fics

@mattybsgroupie

just woke up at 6am with no alarm, cluster lashes falling off, bladder full, cold, skin sore, cough 6x worse WITH phlegm, throat rawer than how readers get banged in smut, eyes blurry, lips dry, stomach churning, jaw locking, hair tangled and uncontrollably sneezing. this might be it folks

leah are u dying

HES LITERALLY SO BOYFRIEND? like hello

hims my sugarplum pookie butt cutie pie honey bun angel face precious boy

ima just keep my mouth shut

Guilty ☝️🤭

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he wouldn't shut up. chris had been yapping for over an hour at this point, blurbs and rants interuptting you everytime you tried to get him to stop.

"chris -- can you st-,"

you don't even get the simple words out. time after time, he just couldn't seem to hold his lips together for more than a milisecond.

anger boils in your viens. his mouth just keeps moving, his hands sliding over his thighs, his gray sweats hanging low on his hips as he lays flat on the bed with one arm folder under his head.

he needs to shut up.

you'd never yell at him, but you could tell you were getting close. and for some reason -- you couldn't help but let your eyes spark with an idea, your limbs acting before you even utter a word.

"-and then....what're you doing?"

the first momemnt of silence. chris is hypnotized by your body, watching you peel every article of clothing off and toss it to the floor.

what are you doing?