#chris favs

[linolinoing]

chris insta story update (240615)

[beuatifulbuttercup]

bitches be like “oh i love the pjo series!” then only ramble on about the minor characters and ignore what is written in cannon

its me i’m bitches

[glossglamour]

GUYS .

(source)

[putrid-sex-machine]

twitter links that remind me of leon<3

mainly mlm catered but any1 can interact idm | occasional chris jumpscare

any leon works for these, some videos i had a specific game in mind tho

using his fleshlight thinking about you getting him worked up in the office fucking him taking care of your puppy holding his hand while you jerk him off he makes a video for you at work he's so well trained<3 feeling his pecs he sends you a video... fucking his hand thinking about you giving him anal leon and chris take care of you (or you and chris take care of him) making him feel good fucking him cocksilly rubbing yourselves together welcoming him home after a mission jerking off to you grinding yourself stupid on him feeling him up DI!leon sends you a video making himself feel good just for you getting fucked stupid by chris while you suck him off making you feel good he can't wait for you

bonus getting pounded by chris video hed be waaaay hairier than this but wtvr</3 we can pretend he's not a bear for content's sake

[sturnina]

Jealousy

Chris Sturniolo x Fem!reader

— tags;; mentions of a physical fight & injury, injury tending, fighting, pet name (baby), no use of yn, toxic habits (overprotectiveness)

— wc;; 1282

— author‘s note;; my take on overprotectiveness since i hate the „touch her and you die“ trope, hope you enjoy <3

He did it again.

You don‘t know how to feel as you silently drive home, Chris in the passenger seat, seemingly oblivious to the storm raging in your mind.

He did it again. He hit a guy just because he looked at you weirdly.

Don‘t get me wrong, you love his protective side. It is hot, honestly. The way he always makes sure everyone knows you‘re his girl, the way his arm sneaks around your waist at parties, the way he gets rid of other boys trying to flirt with you.

But this… this wasn‘t protective, this was violent. He hit a guy, for the second time this week. The second time in four days.

Yes, the guy was rude and obnoxious. Yes, you felt uncomfortable around him. Yes, you were relieved when Chris came to your help after the guy wouldn‘t listen to your No’s.

But Chris‘s punch, it wasn‘t protective. It was violent, brutal, merciless. And of course, the guy hit him back, right on his cheek.

When you glance to your right, you can see the dark patch forming on your boyfriend‘s cheekbone.

You arrive home — your house, not the triplets‘ —, and you go to fetch the first aid kit immediately after entering through the front door. Chris trails in behind you, unbothered by his split lip and bruised cheek.

He just sits down at the kitchen table, knowing you will take care of him. Expecting you to.

You take an ice pack out of the refrigerator and settle down next to Chris, all in complete silence. You can‘t bear to hear his voice now, or your own. You‘re afraid it might give your thoughts away. And your eyes, your eyes will surely betray you, so you keep them focused on the ice, the bruise, your hand, anything but Chris‘s eyes. That he is looking at you constantly isn‘t helping.

But eventually, he picks up on your uncharacteristically silent behaviour.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Everything alright?”

You swallow thickly, knowing your voice will give in the second you try to speak. So you remain silent. For exactly three seconds, dabbing a cotton pad at his split lip, before Chris speaks again.

“That dick won‘t bother you anymore.”

Of course, he thinks that‘s the problem. Of course.

“That‘s not what I‘m worried about,” you mutter, stoically keeping your eyes on his injuries.

“You‘re worried about me? Oh, baby, you know I can take care of myself,“ Chris says warmly.

“That’s not… I am worried about you, Chris. You need to stop this. But-”

“Baby, you know I won‘t,“ he mutters, slowly tilting your chin up with the hand that isn‘t holding the ice pack. “Those pricks deserve it.“

“Besides the fact that no one deserves to get beat up, that‘s not what I mean,“ you say, pulling away from him. “You need to stop or you‘ll end up in serious trouble.“

“I won‘t,“ he says softly. “I promise. I just want to teach them a lesson-”

“You‘re not listening to me, Chris!”

“What are you talking about, of course I‘m listening to you,“ he says, his brows furrowing.

“No you‘re not,“ you scoff. “I see the way you look at the guys you‘re going to hit. I‘m not blind. I can see that you want it.“

“Of course I want it,“ Chris says, laying a hand on your arm. “I need to protect my girl-”

“That‘s not what I mean, and we both know it,“ you snap, quickly closing your mouth and taking a deep breath. “I am just an excuse. Don‘t deny it!“

He already opened his mouth but closes it again, worry and confusion clouding his gaze. “Baby-”

“No. Listen to me,“ you interrupt him, trying to keep your tone calm. “You like the confrontation, don‘t you? The adrenaline? But you can‘t see… You don‘t see the way it‘s hurting me.“

Chris‘s expression falters for a moment. “I don‘t- what are you- what do you mean? I don‘t understand…“ he stutters.

“No, you don‘t,“ you say softly, pulling your arm out of his grip and standing up to bring more distance between you.

He really doesn‘t. He doesn‘t understand the way your heart clenches every time a guy even just glances at you in public. He doesn’t understand the way your thoughts start racing even when someone is just walking in your direction. He doesn‘t understand the way you‘re terrified of talking to anyone while out with him — out of fear to trigger his jealousy.

The air feels thick as you look at his expression, his desperate eyes, the bruise on his cheek and his still-bleeding lip.

“Explain it to me,“ he says, “please, what am I doing wrong?“

“You don‘t see the way you‘re hurting me, hurting everyone around you,“ you whisper, your voice just as thick now. The words feel like they‘re stuck in your throat and you have to force yourself to speak them. „I hate seeing people hurt, especially you. I hate seeing you get hurt, and knowing- knowing that it‘s because of me.“

“That‘s not true, baby, I‘m-”

“Please, Chris,“ you whisper, tears collecting in your eyes, “Please let me finish. I hate avoiding to go- to go out in public with you just because I can‘t… I can‘t trust you not to lash out at someone, I hate b-being scared every time someone looks at me or talks to me, I- I just… I hate seeing you angry, I hate seeing you violent, I hate seeing you like that… And yet you- you keep doing it, n-no matter how o-often I ask you to stop…“ Your throat is clogged, your breaths are laboured, your eyes are watering, and you physically can‘t speak anymore, the words having drained out of your head. But there is one sentence left, one you‘re terrified to even think.

And Chris is just standing there, the words burning in his mind, on his skin, digging into his flesh while he tries not to rush to hug you because he knows, he knows it wouldn‘t help. And then he feels the tears running down his face, and the pain ripping through his chest. You don‘t trust him. You can‘t trust him, you said it yourself. You‘re scared of him.

Fists clenching at his sides, he lets that sink in. Everything he‘s done for you, everything he thought he‘s done for you, crumbles under the heavy weight of reality, the realisation that he‘s been hurting you all along.

He steps forward, raises his arms, and sees the way you cross your arms. A shielding gesture. Chris thinks he can hear his heart finally shatter at that, after slowly cracking over the entire conversation.

There are no words he can use to explain himself. He knows he should apologise. But how do you apologise after terrifying your girl over and over again without even noticing? What words are there to express the mixture of frustration, fear, and self-hatred he‘s feeling against himself?

Chris drops his arms to his sides.

He turns around, and leaves.

And you are left alone. The front door slams closed, but you don‘t even flinch. Your mind is full, and so are your eyes, your ears, everything is clogged with memories, everything is breaking inside you, but you are relieved.

You are relieved, because how could you bear his overwhelming presence any longer, with one last question, one last sentence burning on your mind, a question you can‘t ignore but also can‘t speak, not in front of him?

How can you be sure he will never lash out at you? How can you be sure that you will never be on the receiving end of his fist?

masterlist

[bobcatblahs]

Look at my favs hugging 🥺

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Concert Flyer Pre Announcement 1993

[elliot-olivia]

Can't see. I can.

[sturnioloho]

chris rlly would be a “would u still love me if a was a worm” ass bf lmao

[lxnvr]

CHRISTOPHER MOLTISANTI the sopranos, 1999-2007

[linolinoing]

chris insta story update (240615)

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

Cap-nap (RE1 Wesker + RE8 Chris)

[n6ptunova]

PUHLEASE write something for this : https://www.tumblr.com/lynaebto/733715591931756545/this-gives-jokingly-doing-the-hitting-from-the?source=share !!!

OML

behave • chris sturniolo

a/n: OMG yes you get ittt i hope you like this and thank you for the ask bae!!💞

summary: chris is an ass man basically idk

warnings: suggestive content, ass slapping, mentions of sex, boners, not proofread.

dating chris means dealing with a lot of pda. and i mean A LOT. this man doesn’t care who’s around and where you guys are, he will always find a way to be touching you.

you don’t mind it for the most part. you like when he kisses you in front of his friends without shame, or when he fiddles with your fingers, or reaches his hand from the front seat behind the head rest to hold your hand in the car. it’s cute and makes you feel cherished and loved.

what you have a problem with (not really) is when he turns the public kisses into make outs shoving his tongue down your throat, smacking your ass when you walk by, or making dirty jokes in front of everyone. you don’t hate when he does those things you lowkey eat it up you just get extremely shy and embarrassed when there’s people around.

little did you know, your reaction is the reason chris loves teasing you. he loves the way your face flushes, how high your voice gets when you shout ‘chris!’, how you get so nervous you start stumbling over your words. it’s kind of a turn on for him.

one day, the boys had some friends over for a movie night. you and nick were preparing the snacks in the kitchen when chris came over to ask if you needed any help to which you said, “no thanks babe, we got this.”

instead he just stood there watching you. admiring you actually. you looked so cute scrambling to get everything done so you didn’t keep everyone waiting. as you turned around to get drinks from the fridge you accidentally knocked down some bags of chips.

you bent down to pick them up and heard your boyfriend’s footsteps get closer expecting him to help you out. you should’ve known better. he positioned himself right against your ass and firmly gripped your hips keeping you steady as he moved his hips back and forth imitating the “banging from behind” motion.

���ayyyy,” he chuckled sticking his tongue out and doing a little dance move while your ass is still against his dick.

“chris!” you managed to free yourself from his fingers digging into your sides, and playfully hit his arm. you furrowed your eyebrows attempting to scold him but you couldn’t wipe the small smile on your face.

“whaaattt ma?” dragging out the words in a high pitch voice mocking you. he smirked and bit down his lower lip looking you up and down, inching closer to snake his arms around your waist and giving you a peck on the cheek because he knew you were flustered.

“don’t worry no one was even looking,” he reassured you, “but that wasn’t your A game i know you can throw it back better than that,” he winked at you as you lightly smacked his chest and pushed him away giggling.

“maybe if you behave, you’ll see how good i can throw it back tonight,” you whispered loud enough for only him to hear and walked away leaving him half hard and speechless.

for the rest of the night chris was on his best behavior, he was so excited he couldn’t stop imagining you bent over on his bed while he presses down on your back with one hand and smacks and squeezes your ass with the other- aaannddd he’s hard again.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Thinking about this again

Slay

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Grunge Rock Magazine Published January 1, 1992.

[elliot-olivia]

Christopher Meloni as Elliot Stabler in Law & Order: Organized Crime — 3.18: Tag GEN.