#chris sturniolo x you

[sturnlsstuff]

GETTING OFF ON CHRIS'S LAP. . .

— warnings: smut, titty sucking, making out, cursing, dry humping, english isn't my first language.

chris didn't necessarily understand what made you so needy out of sudden, but he was not complaining.

your fingers are digging into his shoulders, while you continue grinding down against the bulge in his sweatpants. the last ten minutes had been like heaven— what started as an innocent make out session, ended with you dry humping your boyfriend.

chris is kissing you passionately, one hand moving to tangle in your hair while the other one plays with your breast, your shirt thrown to the floor a few minutes ago, leaving your chest bare.

your breath hitches as chris pulls away from the kiss, and instead wraps his lips around your hardening nipple, his hands now on your hips. his erection presses against your clothed pussy, and you get lost in the feeling. the way your clit brushes perfectly against his tip causes you to moan, and tilt your head back in utter bliss.

he continues sucking gently on your nipple, eyes locked on the pleasure written all over your face, his hands moving to grab your ass, and pull you down harder onto his cock. he can feel how wet you are even through your clothes, and it's driving him insane.

"feels good, baby?" you look down at him as he speaks, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple. "using me like this?"

you nod immediately, eyebrows knitted together as the pleasure keeps building up in your lower belly. "s-so good..."

chris smirks, his hands tightening on your ass. he kisses his way over to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as he murmurs against your skin. "good girl... gettin' y'self off on my lap..."

his tongue moving around your nipple makes a shiver go straight to your core, a whimper falling from your lips. each time you grind on him, you're making these small, breathy noises that he loves.

your arms wrap around his shoulders, while pressing yourself down harder against him, the wetness starts leaking through your shorts onto his lap. a small growl leaves him at the realization of you dripping only for him.

he lifts his head, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his hips twitching upward uncontrollably. it's all sloppy and heated, your tongues dancing together as you continue rolling your hips against his clothed dick.

"gonna come?" he pulls back to look at you, the way your eyes are shut, your tits bouncing slightly with each movement, face all flushed and lips swollen from kisses. you looked so sexy, dry humping him like your life depended on it, and it only makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants. "gonna make a fuckin' mess on my lap from grindin' all over me like a little slut?"

"chris— mgh, fuck—" you let out a choked moan, his fingers digging into your hips, guiding your movements.

he's matching your pace perfectly, bucking his hips up each time you grind down, his orgasm building as he watches you with his bottom lip between his teeth.

at some point you open your eyes to look at him— at how hot he looked. you were holding it in almost the entire day, while you sat on the couch and watched him and his brothers recording a new youtube video in their kitchen earlier. you had to restrain yourself from ruining it and dragging chris into his bedroom. you didn't know why his outfit had such an effect on you, but after seeing him in that red tank top and backwards hat, with that goddamn bracelet on his wrist, you completely lost your mind. you couldn't wait to be alone with him— and finally, nick and matt left the house, leaving you two alone, and you just had to release the tension.

"holy shit—" another moan leaving your lips after noticing the way he looks at you. "so...close, chris–"

this nearly pushes him over the edge as well, his grip tightens as he watches you chase your orgasm, every roll of your hips perfectly grinding against his aching cock. when you press down harder, he lets out a groan that's almost a plea.

you were a desperate mess, noticing the growing wet stain on his sweatpants, and it only makes you clench around nothing, the pressure becoming too much.

"c'mon, pretty," he mutters against your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. "wanna see you cum just from rubbin' that needy pussy on me... you gonna do this f'me? hm?"

"oh— jesus..." his words send a shudder through you, your nails digging into his shoulders harder as you grind down, your clit rubbing against his cock just perfectly to make your orgasm crush over you, leaving you trembling on top of him. a final gasp leaves your mouth, your eyes rolling back as chris guides you when your hips stutter. your slick staining not only on your shorts, but on his sweatpants as well.

"thereee you go... so fuckin' hot, baby—" he groans loudly, watching you come undone on him, your wet heat pressing against his cock through the clothes. his eyes half-lidded as he takes in the sight of you like this, his favorite, the way your chest rises and falls rapidly. the friction and the sounds leaving your lips are enough to push him completely over the edge, in the last moment pulling down his sweatpants, just enough to free his leaking with pre-cum dick and wrap his hand around it.

you look down as he jerks off, his head tilting back against the couch, almost knocking his hat off his head. warm drops of cum bursts from his tip all over his hand and thighs, a moan of your name falling from his lips.

© sturnlsstuff

[ariestrxsh]

pervy!bsf!chris x bsf!reader

🂡 content warning: smut, stripping, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, fingering, praise but also chris is kind of condescending (in a hot way)

🂡 summary: while the two of you are playing cards to pass the time, chris suggests a game of strip poker

dividers by @/kodaswrld

Poker Face

"Alright, Chris. You deal," you told the boy who was sitting on the wooden floor across from you as you stacked your poker chips. "Sure. I was thinking we could raise the stakes this time. You know, make it a little more fun," Chris suggested, a mischevious smirk starting in the corner of his mouth as he skillfully shuffled the cards.

"How much money are we talking?" You wondered, tipping your head to the side, intrigued to hear what he was going to suggest. "I was thinking something a little more high risk than money," Chris replied, his gaze flickering up at yours. He had your attention now. You gave him an inquisitive look, your eyes narrowing. "I'm listening."

"What about articles of clothing?" Chris asked, his voice thick with lust as his eyes flitted over the curves of you body, imagining what you looked like underneath all that restrictive fabric. "Are you suggesting a game of strip poker right now?" You wondered, returning his seductive gaze.

"So what if I am? Are you down?" Chris casually asked, straightening out the deck. "Sure. How are we playing?" You raised an eyebrow at him, intrigued by the idea. "Five card draw. One chip represents one item of clothing. First person to take off every item of clothing is the loser," he replied, looking you up and down.

"Yeah? What does the loser have to do?" You wondered, your imagination running wild with sinful thoughts about your best friend. "We'll figure it out along the way," Chris smirked, dealing you each a hand.

Once all five cards were facedown in front of you, you snuck a peak at them, keeping your face as straight as possible when you realized you were two cards away from four of a kind. You held your hand close to your chest, rearranging your cards to have your two tens next to each other.

Chris sat across from you with a shit-eating grin on his face, indicating to you that he must have been dealt a good hand. Fuck, you silently thought. Chris pushed a poker chip towards you, and you followed suit, moving a chip across the floor between the two of you.

You discarded three cards, and Chris discarded two, and then he dealt you each back the amount of cards you'd gotten rid of. A feeling of relief washed over you when you turned over your cards, realizing the ten of spades and ten of diamonds had appeared. You revealed your hand, placing your four tens out in front of you.

"Lose the hoodie," you gloated, a smug smile creeping into your expression. "You first," Chris smirked back, laying down his cards. Straight flush. You scoffed, giving the boy across from you an annoyed look. Chris' eyes followed your zipper as you started to remove your jacket. You lazily tossed it off to the side, and you both returned your cards to the deck.

You began to shuffle this time, dealing five cards to yourself and five to Chris. You each pushed a red and a black chip to the middle, eyes locked on one another before you both picked up your cards and examined them.

After a few rounds of exchanging the cards you didn't want for hopefully better ones, you and Chris both revealed your hands to one another. Chris rolled his eyes after glancing over at your cards that beat his by a landslide. He unzipped his cheetah print hoodie, groaning as he discarded it, and he began to shuffle the cards again.

The next round was much shorter, Chris being dealt a nearly perfect hand on the initial deal. Unlike you, Chris was unable to hide his satisfaction whenever he knew he was in the lead. It was something that annoyed you about him - his arrogance. But as he watched you slip out of your tight black t-shirt with that sly smirk plastered to his face, you found his arrogance kind of hot.

The two of you were onto the fourth round now, waiting to see who would be shedding their next layer. You shuffled the cards and dealt them. The whole time Chris' stare was locked onto your breasts that were perfectly on display in your red lace push up bra.

You each bet another article of clothing, slowly pushing your poker chips across the hardwood floor to the middle. The hand you were dealt was unlucky again, and you did your best to hold back an aggravated sigh as you exchanged four of your five cards, the second hand being just as unlucky. Chris smiled as he laid down his full house with a chuckle.

"Take off the bra," he ordered you, his eyes twinkling with lust. You had planned to take off your pants next, because for some reason, it felt less vulnerable to be sitting there in a bra and panties than being completely shirtless with jeans on, but there was something about the way that Chris said it that made you want to listen to him.

You dumbly nodded and reached around to unhook your bra. Chris bit down on his lip as he watched your bra fall to the floor. "Let's sweeten the pot a bit, shall we?" Chris murmured, staring at your bare breasts. "I'm listening," You replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

"What if the loser has to give the winner head?" Chris asked, wetting his pink lips as he shuffled the deck. "Chris, I'm already half naked," you said, widening your eyes at him. "So what? You could still win," he remarked in a seductive tone, sticking his tongue out and making a suggestive motion with it.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't deny that you found the idea of either getting head from him or giving head to him kind of hot. You peered down at your hand after Chris had dealt them. One card away from a straight flush. "Fine," you replied, staring at Chris' long, slender fingers and wondering how they were going to feel inside of you once you won the game.

After betting your next item of clothing and exchanging your card for the one you'd been waiting for, you revealed your hand to Chris. "Ha!" You gloated. "Pffft. So you got lucky," Chris responded, tossing his cards back to the center as he pulled his shirt off his body. You had a pretty solid poker face when it came to card games but when your eyes scanned the shirtless man sitting across from you, you couldn't hide how badly you wanted him.

You shuffled the deck and dealt the cards. With a trembling hand, you pushed a poker chip to the center, betting your second to last item of clothing. You peered down at your cards, dropping your poker face once you saw the hand you were working with. A ten, jack, queen, king, and ace, all in various suits, but a high hand nonetheless.

"I'd like to raise you one article of clothing," you smugly told him, confidently pushing another poker chip to the center. "Fine," Chris said, trying his best to conceal his own smirk. "Get naked, Chris. I think it's about time you find another use for your mouth besides running it," you demanded, laying down your cards as your eyes flicked up at his.

Chris let out a mean chuckle, laying his cards down in front of him. Royal flush. All in the suit of spades. A shiver ran down your spine. "Fuck," you mumbled under your breath as your heart sank, still in utter disbelief that Chris had beat you when you had the second highest hand in poker.

"C'mon. A bet's a bet," Chris cooed, his hungry eyes dancing over your body, awaiting the moment you show him the rest of you. You slowly unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, building anticipation. You lifted your hips and pulled your pants down until you were in nothing but your bright red panties that matched your lace bra.

Chris admired your body, his pupils dilating and blood rushing below his waist. You took a deep breath before you started sliding your underwear down your thighs, keeping your knees shut as you pulled them off. He raised his eyebrow at you and gave you a subtle look that told you that you knew what he wanted and he knew you were gonna give it to him.

You slowly parted your legs to bare your quivering pussy to him. "So pretty," he whispered, studying your glistening folds and your drooling hole. There was a jolt of excitement coursing through you at the way you were putting yourself on display for your best friend who had had only ever seen you like this in his imagination.

"C'mere," Chris responded, his eyes darkening as he motioned to you with his long, slender finger. You crawled across the hardwood floor over to him while his other hand found its way to his belt, the clanking of his metal buckle sounded as he smirked at you.

His cock sprung out of his boxers as he slowly pulled down his jeans, your eyed widening. You positioned yourself between his legs. He wrapped his fingers around his thick shaft and placed his other hand on the back of your head, guiding the tip of his cock towards your mouth.

"Open up," he said in a condescending tone as if you didn't know what to do next, but you secretly loved the way he spoke down to you. You slowly nodded and opened your mouth, inviting him in. Chris smiled down at you as he slapped it against your tongue, sending waves of pleasure through his cock.

You reached up and grabbed ahold of his staff, gently moving you hand back and forth. "Fuck," he moaned loudly as you buried the tip behind your lips, swirling your tongue around on it as precum began to bubble up at his slit. He began to sweep the stray strands of hair out of your face as you began to bob up and down on his length.

"That's it, sweet girl," the blue-eyed boy praised you as he screwed his eyes shut and tipped back his head. He tightly gripped ahold of a fistful of your hair, using it to guide your motions as you lightly gagged on him. "Oh, is it too much for you?" Chris purred in a sweet but patronizing voice with his gaze locked on yours.

Your eyes started to well with tears as he rammed the tip into the back of your throat, but your ego wouldn't let you fold. You couldn't bare the humiliation of having to stop because you couldn't handle it. You were determined to take it all however he wanted you to, so you shook your head.

"Good girl. You can take it," Chris encouraged you, running his fingers through your now messy hair as he yanked you around. You peered up at him through your blurry vision, taking in how divine he looked, pleasure and pure bliss inscribed in his expression as he stared down at you with his lustful eyes and his parted lips. His tongue darted out and wet them before he bit back another moan.

"You know what would make this even better?" He asked, pulling his cock from behind your lips as he peered down at you, desire burning him from the inside out. "Hmm?" You asked, eager to hear his idea. You liked all his other ideas he had so far tonight.

His suggestion led the two of you to his bedroom, and that's how you ended up lying completely naked on his bed with your head hanging off the side of the mattress as Chris stood over you, driving his cock even further down your throat than before.

You could feel all the blood rushing to your face as you held yourself in this position, your gagging becoming more intense as you drooled all over his cock. He reached for your sopping wet cunt, exploring your folds with his curious fingers and rubbing your clit.

"You're so wet," he whispered, starting to fuck your face at a rougher pace, watching the imprint of his cock sliding in and out of your throat with your exposed neck facing up at him. He slipped two of his digits into your hole, curling them as he fucked you with them. He placed him thumb on your clit and started massaging it in circles. He loved the way you writhed around beneath him, your body responding to every caress.

You slobbered all over his length, your whimpers stifled by his cock that was currently occupying your mouth. He tipped his head back again, savoring every moment of getting head from you. He snapped his hips forward, pistoning his rod into your mouth with even more vigor as you choked on him.

"Fuck. You take me so well," he breathlessly said, nearing the edge as he kept the rhythm of his body steady. Your legs started to tremble as he fingered you, hitting your gspot with every thrust. You came undone, your walls contracting around his digits as you let out a few final moans. Your lips vibrating against his length created a domino effect, his climax hitting shortly after yours.

His knees grew weak as he finished onto your tongue, his cock pulsing inside of your mouth. Your name and a slew of profanities poured from his pink, pouty lips as his thrusts slowed to a stop. "Fuck. You're so good at that," he complimented you, pulling his dick out from behind your lips with a subtle pop.

You'd always secretly wondered if Chris was rough in bed, what kinds of things he'd say to you in the throes of ecstasy, and how he would sound moaning your name. He'd wondered the same things about you, how much of his cock you could take while giving him head and what you'd sound like choking on it. It was nice for each of you to have your sick curiosity about your best friend satisfied.

"We should play that more often, don't you think?" Chris asked with a smirk playing on his lip as he tucked himself back into his jeans and fastened his belt.

[chrissturnsfav]

star who pulls chris by his chain (the one with her initial on it) when she goes to kiss/makeout with him or pulling it it have him follow her, giving him her needy eyes as she drags him to the bed room (obviously being careful not to like break the chain!)

⋆.˚✮ singer!reader is in need of her fix

you're sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the couch in chris’s stupidly big living room, the tv glowing in front of you, the chaotic mess of 'shameless' playing while you pick at the last of your food.

chris is next to you, legs stretched out under the coffee table, heavy chain resting on his bare chest, reflecting light every time he moves. your name sits right there in the middle of it, a big, iced-out pendant flashing like it belongs there. because...well, it does.

"you gonna eat that or jus' look at it?" chris asks, mouth full, pointing his fork at your plate.

you roll your eyes. "i was gonna finish it, but now i don’t want it anymore."

chris smirks, "say less." and just like that, your plate is gone, your leftovers now his.

but you're not even paying attention anymore because your skin is starting to feel warm, heat creeping up your neck, settling low in your stomach and down to your core. it's a slow burn, one you can’t ignore, and when you glance over at chris, he's just sitting there, focused on the tv, completely unaware of the way you're looking at him.

you shift closer, pressing your knee against his. nothing.

so you take it a step further, fingers brushing against the cool metal of his chain, wrapping around it lightly. still nothing. but then you tug just enough to get his attention.

his head turns, eyebrows raising. "what you doin'?"

you don’t answer, just lean in, eyes locked on his as you pull the chain again, this time guiding him toward you. he lets it happen, lips twitching like he knows exactly what's on your mind, like he was waiting for you to make a move. and when your lips finally meet, he groans, deep and low, one hand immediately finding your waist while the other plants itself on the floor behind you, steadying himself.

"oh, you actin' different," he mutters against your mouth, voice all cocky and amused, that smirk on his lips as usual. "what got into you, ma?"

you hum, tilting your head, kissing him deeper, fingers still curled around the thick links of his chain. you feel him smirk again, like he thinks he's got you all figured out, like he thinks he's running this, but he's not. not right now, at least.

because when you pull again, harder this time, guiding him up, he follows.

"oh, you really actin' different," he chuckles, letting you lead him, letting you tug him toward the stairs like he's not twice your size, like he's not fully capable of stopping you if he wanted to. but he doesn't. of course he doesn't, cause why would he?

his hands find your hips as you back through the doorway, his grip firm, possessive. "you better not break my shit," he warns, voice low, teasing, but there’s something else there too. something darker. something that makes slick dampen in your panties.

"i won't," you whisper, eyes all needy, breath hitching when he tugs you this time, closing the space between you in one smooth pull.

he grins, lips brushing against yours. "good girl."

thank you for reading!! <3

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[angvl3tears]

ꪆ ׂ ִ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔₊ ୨ৎ ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡

ˇ⋆ ╱ dealer!chris x stonersweetheart!reader ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

content ୭ꪆ greening out (always be safe n know your limits!), pet names, soft n caring chris

❛ ma? ❜ chris calls as he steps inside your apartment. heart pounding. worry rooted deep in his stomach. shutting the door behind him, key sliding back into his pocket.

❛ baby? ❜ he tries again. hearing no response. pausing in the corridor, he tries to listen for any noise. any indication of where his sweet girl may be.

his ears perk up, hearing the sound of clattering coming from the living room. chris rushes down the hall, head turning towards the couch for any sign of you.

his heart nearly breaks when he spots you curled up in a ball on the floor, tv remote stuck far from you as your delicate hand tries reaching for it.

❛ oh, sweetheart. ❜ chris mumbles, dropping down beside you. chest aching as your sweet little doe eyes blink up at him in confusion. glazed over and barely open. he brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks in his big hands.

❛ chris? ❜ you tilt your head, feeling fuzzy all over. his touch warming you. body shuddering from the sudden temperature change. ❛ yeah, baby. it’s me. ❜ he tells you, voice quiet. eyes softening.

❛ chris. ❜ your voice wobbles. tears welling up in your droopy eyes. dainty hands reaching out for the boy. tugging at anything you can grab.

❛ s’okay, sweets. i’ve got you. ❜ chris clutches your cold hand in his. helping you sit up. ❛ c’mere. ❜ he says softly. leaning back against the couch. letting you crawl onto his lap, body curling into his. molding and folding. so perfectly against him.

running a gentle hand through your hair. ❛ s’okay, baby. s’all okay. ❜ he whispers, feeling the ache in his chest twist even further. clenching his jaw. pressing a kiss to your head.

your tear stricken cheek pushes against his chest. feeling like you can’t get close enough to him. you whine and cry and chris feels pain for you like no other.

he wraps his arms tightly around you, shushing you gently. ❛ s’okay, sweets. ❜ you bury yourself into him further. curled up as small as can be. gripping the material of his hoodie tightly. warm from his touch.

❛ m’not gonna let anything happen to you, okay? ❜ you nod against his chest. sniffling. he brings one hand up to the back of your head, fingers running down your hair, sliding to cup your cheek. glossy eyes meeting his worried ones as he lifts your head off his chest.

❛ hey. it’s okay, sweets. i’ve got you, okay? i’ve got you. ❜ he repeats, looking back n forth between your hooded eyes. your lip wobbles as you nod. vision going dark as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. imprinting his touch on you forever. ❛ m’always gonna take care of you. ❜

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[liiixsturniolos]

'stay quiet, ma'

chris was smirking like a cheshire cat, his eyes were drifting from your face to his veiny hand, where his fingers were twitching inside of you. he curled his pointer finger inside of you, with his middle one rubbing circles on your clit.

he loved seeing your face struggle to hold in the millions of expressions you wanted to make, and the little gasps escape your lips as he sped up. you couldn't reveal what was going on underneath your sundress to the dinner table of nick, matt and a few of your friends. chris loved that.

you struggled to keep in your moans and whines. hoping eveyone at the table would just keep talking so they couldn't hear you over the noise. you were so close and chris was teasing you with his fingers.

'shush, keep quiet ma.' chris whispered in your ear as he pushed his finger onto the spot you needed it the most. you couldn't help but quietly whine out at the pressure that felt just so good. 'shhh baby' he tells you.

you were focusing your efforts onto your expression, fighting against the need to drop open your mouth and let your face relax into a moan. his fingers were swirling just where you needed them, bringing you closer to your high.

the knot in your stomach was building up fast as he curled his fingers inside your wet walls. 'mmm don't- st-stop' you whisper into the crook of his neck, burying your face in it so you could let out soft moans muffled by his warm skin.

'come for me ma' he murmurs, finally speeding up his pace and slowing down again as he rides you through your high, his long fingers coaxing you through it. you moan out into his neck, your head rested under his chin as he grins, pulling his wet fingers out of you.

a/n: why am I on a roll guysss ?? ayy 2nd little blurb in a few days.. im eating. I deadass disappeared off of here for months and came back dropping blurbs left n right ayyyoo

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[phosphns]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ highschool!chris makes up to you after an argument 」

warns. established relationship. angst. arguments. mentions of crying. cursing. pet names [baby]. happy ending. fluff. making out. getting caught. no use of y/n.

it has been a stressful week for both of you. being in the last year of highschool means that soon you would have to graduate, and so being under the pressure of the teachers and to choose among the ample variety of colleges.

you and chris aren’t the types to argue frequently. you would bicker about something stupid, leading into some pointless arguments which were always resolved before you go to sleep.

always. you never go to sleep angry at each other; it was like an unwritten rule, something that didn’t need to be clarify. you both knew it, and you respected that.

but yesterday it’d been different. after you both came home from the party your friends in common threw, you got into a big argument — the first one which was actually bad in your five-months old relationship.

it started with you, being a little tipsy, starting to complain about the party and the fact that he made you go. you really weren’t feeling like partying — not after the horrible weeks you have been and the stress over classes — but eventually you gave in, to make him happy. obviously, being under the influence, everything you were thinking came out of your mouth, maybe a little rougher than you wanted it to be.

it escalated quickly: him telling you you needed to let it go and live a little. “being the way you are won’t get you anywhere”. “you couldn’t do this without complaining, could you?”. you telling him he was a heartless asshole, who didn’t understand you and could never do. there had been shouts, tears, clenched fits, hurtful silences.

the night had ended up with you crying yourself to sleep, murmuring low-tone insults at him and feeling guilty about it right after and him sprawled out in the middle of the couch, with his head resting against the headboard and his eyes closed, as to force his mind to erase that night from his memory.

the next morning, nothing happens except for you waking up and finding chris in the living room of his house. his brothers are already gone — you couldn’t manage to confront them about last night. his back is facing you as he ties his shoes, a black backpack hanging from one of his shoulder.

you don’t say anything, watching him from the kitchen table. you really want to do something. greet him, apologize to him, hug him. but you don’t. you keep standing across the room, wrapped in your robe and a plush blanket. your eyes are still tired and puffy from the crying, tangled hair frames your exhausted face.

he feels your eyes burn on his back, but like you, he chooses the silent — either too worn out or too prideful. he takes his keys and before he walks out the door he turns around to take a look at you. you see his blank expression, his eyes heavy with dark circles around them, sign that he didn’t sleep much last night.

just when you were about to say something, he closed the door behind him, leaving you alone in the room filled with tension and unspoken thoughts.

your day at school wasn’t being different than any of the previous ones, boring and stressful as always, but everyone could tell something was off — more off than usual.

there isn’t that sassy, handsome, always-in-a-sulky-mood boy of yours by your side. there isn’t his hand on your waist and your backpack on his shoulder. there aren’t his flirty comments in your ears and those looks he gives you before leaving for a class. nothing. you never felt so alone.

maybe you are too dependent from him, true, but what can you say? “if y’all had a boyfriend like mine, maybe you would understand. too bad he’s mine,” was your top one excuse and answer to whoever said that to you. not today though.

however, your bad mood is fading into curiosity when you notice a crowd in your maths class — the one you most hate, because truth to be spoken, you and numbers are like sun and moon.

you step into the classroom, which is noisy with murmurs and whispers, only to notice that the crowd is around the desk you always seated in.

everybody turns around to look at you, curious eyes looking you from head to toe, with an hint of jealousy in the girls’ faces. you make your way through the students and your eyes widen.

no way.

on your desk sits an enormous bouquet of peonies — your favorite flowers of all time. the petals, soft and layered, come in shades of red and pink, some blooms fully open while others remain gently closed. a light, sweet scent lingers in the air, and a few dewdrops cling to the petals. the mix of large and small flowers gives the bouquet a natural, effortless beauty.

your eyes threaten to well up with tears as you picked up the little note that was attached to the black string that tied the envelope.

you finish reading the piece of paper with a god-i’m-so-in-love type of smile, pulling the flowers to your chest and ignoring everyone else in the room — none of them matters. you lift your head and look at the door, spotting a familiar figure just outside.

trying not to be rude at people who asked you questions about the situation, you finally walk out the class, leaving people confused and wondering, even if after five minutes they were already back to their business.

when you step out of the room, you’re instantly pulled by a hand on your arm, which you recognize as his. you look up at him, he was smiling and more beautiful than ever. “chris,” you mumble, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. he brushed his hand on your waist, but doesn’t stop there, almost fearing your reaction.

“ ‘m so sorry baby — i should’ve never said those horrible things to ya. you didn’t deserve it and i was being an asshole, you’re perfect the way ya are, y’know it,” he starts rambling about how sorry he was, like he was handing his heart to you.

“chris, it’s okay, i’m sorry too, really much. i said some hurtful things too and i’m so sorry, i love you too so much,” you interrupt him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

you feel him relax under your touch, finally gripping your waist with his hands, pulling you into him. “y’sure? ‘could buy fuckin’ fifteen more of those flowers you like if y’want me to,” he whispered, his lips just inches away from yours as you feel his warm breath on your face.

“mhm… fourteen will be fine, don’t worry,” i tease him, our lips touching slightly as i speak slowly, enjoying the intimate moment not minding the circumstances we are in — school, for example.

he chuckles, before sliding a hand underneath my shirt to grip my waist better and pushing me against the nearest wall. my breath hitching as he slams his lips against mine, inviting my tongue to dance with his in a slow but heated embrace. my hands gripped to his hair while his grab on my waist lowered to squeeze my ass, fortunately covered by the near locket.

the kiss is overwhelming, full of emotions and love. it makes up for yesterday’s argument and the ones that still had to come, but now with the assurance of your boyfriend.

when you finally pull out, it’s because you’re feeling observed — your P.E. teacher, who was also chris’ coach, is looking at you half disgusted and half proud of his player.

“ugh.. sturniolo, when you’re done, would you do us the honor of joining the team for goodbyes?” he asks, “if you aren’t too busy, obviously,” he adds sarcastically.

chris is not even the slightest bit embarrassed as he pulls away annoyed, keeping his arm wrapped around your shoulder. he winks at you, “nah, i think i’m too busy today, coach,” he replied shrugging, turning both you and him around and walking you out of the school’s walls, ignoring his coach’s curses.

you look up at him, once outside, and smile. “so, where are we going?” you ask him, to which he responds with,“to make out in my car for at least ten minutes, first of all.”

yaps. yaalll i loved this he’s so cute. also it’s a special both for valentine’s day and my birthday which was yesterday! hope you enjoyed <3

tags 💌 @ultrviolenxe ៹ @courta13 ៹ @chriss-slutt ៹ @chrissbows .

wc. 1,3k

[stxrsniolo]

𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝒔͟𝒆͟𝒏͟𝒔͟𝒆͟𝒍͟𝒆͟𝒔͟𝒔 𝑖𝑛 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : alright, babes, heads up because this is about to get filthy, and I’m talking full-on smut, no filter, no shame; if you can’t handle the heat, bounce now, because i’m not holding back .ᐟ

you’d just stepped out of the shower with chris, the bathroom still steamy, the air thick with the scent of soap and warm water.

you’d both washed off the day; his hands brushing your skin here and there, your fingers grazing his chest, but it hadn’t gone further; no sex, just teasing touches, the tension simmering under the surface.

now, you’re drying off, your skin damp and flushed, droplets sliding down your arms, your hair sticking to your neck. chris is beside you, shirtless, his dark hair wet and messy, beads of water trailing over his broad shoulders and down his chest, catching in the sparse hair there.

his grey sweatpants sit low, clinging to his hips from the moisture, the outline of his cock already faintly visible through the fabric.

you catch his eye in the foggy bathroom mirror, and something shifts, his gaze darkens, his jaw tightens, and that cocky smirk you know too well creeps onto his lips.

he’s been holding back, but now, out of the shower, that control snaps like a frayed wire.

“face the mirror,” he says, voice rough and low, stepping closer. “wanna see you watch me fuck you.”

your pulse spikes, but you don’t hesitate, dropping the towel you’d barely wrapped around yourself. it hits the tile with a soft thud, leaving you naked, your nipples pebbling in the cooler air, your pussy already stirring with heat as you brace your hands on the sink, the porcelain cold and slick under your palms, your reflection staring back—wet hair framing your face, lips parted, eyes wide with anticipation.

chris doesn’t wait, just shoves his sweatpants down in one quick motion, freeing his cock, thick, hard, the head an angry red, veins pulsing along the shaft, already leaking precum from how worked up he is.

he steps up behind you, his hands rough as they grab your hips, fingers digging into your damp skin, pulling you back against him.

“look at yourself, ma,” he growls, his breath hot against your neck as he lines himself up, the tip of his cock brushing your entrance, slick with your arousal and the leftover water. “gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t think straight.”

before you can respond, he slams into you, no warning, no buildup, just raw, brutal force. his cock stretches you wide, filling you to the hilt, the sudden intrusion ripping a loud moan from your throat.

your head drops, but chris grabs your hair, wet strands tangling in his fist, yanking your head back so you’re forced to meet your own gaze in the mirror.

“nah, keep those eyes up,” he snaps, his hips already moving, thrusting into you hard and fast, the pace relentless from the jump. “watch how i break you.”

your reflection is a mess: cheeks flushed, mouth open, gasping as he pounds into you, the mirror shows everything, from your tits bouncing with each brutal thrust to the water still dripping from your skin, mixing with sweat as it beads on your chest. chris looms behind you, his face tight with focus, eyes darting between your expression and the way his cock disappears into your pussy, glistening with your wetness. the sound is filthy, wet slaps of skin on skin, the squelch of him fucking you open, your moans blending with his low grunts.

“fuck, so tight,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening, pulling your head back further so your neck arches, exposing your throat in the mirror. “look at that pussy takin’ me... fuckin’ made for this.”

you can’t look away, not with him holding you like that while your body jolts with every thrust, your ass smacking against his hips, his cock hitting deep, stretching you so good it hurts, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming. your legs tremble, threatening to give out, but chris keeps you steady, one hand sliding to your hip, fingers bruising your flesh as he pulls you back onto him.

“chris—shit—” you choke out, your voice cracking as he rams into you harder, the sink rattling under your grip. your reflection’s unrecognizable with wild hair, eyes glassy, drool starting to slick your chin as he fucks you senseless.

“yeah, that’s it,” he says, voice raw and ragged, his thrusts turning sloppy but no less forceful. “love seein’ you like this, fallin’ apart while i fuck you raw.”

he shifts, letting go of your hair to grab both your hips, bending you forward more, your ass high, your face inches from the mirror now.

the angle’s punishing, his cock slams deeper, scraping that spot inside you that makes your vision blur, and you scream, the sound echoing off the tiles. you can see him fully now, his shoulders flexing, his abdominal region tightening with each thrust, his eyes wild with lust as he watches himself fuck you.

“look at me fuckin’ you,” he pants, his voice strained, his cock throbbing inside you as he picks up the pace, relentless, animalistic. “watch how i own this pussy, ma.”

your eyes lock with his in the mirror, and it’s too much; the sight of him railing you, his cock slick with your juices, your tits bouncing hard, your pussy clenching around him, dripping down your thighs. the bathroom smells of sex now sharp, musky, mixed with the lingering soap and steam, and it’s dizzying. your reflection’s a wreck, your body shaking, your mind blanking out as he drives into you over and over.

“chris—fuck, i can’t—” you whimper, your legs buckling, your voice slurring as the pleasure drowns you, but he holds you firm, his grip bruising, his thrusts unforgiving.

“you can, and you will,” he snarls, leaning in close, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot on your ear. “gonna fuck you ‘til you’re dumb, ‘til you can’t say shit but my name.”

and he keeps going, relentless, his cock slamming into you so hard you feel it in your bones, the pressure building fast and fierce. your orgasm hits like a punch, your pussy clamping down on him, a rush of wet heat soaking his cock as you scream, your reflection blurring with tears, your body shaking uncontrollably. chris groans, loud and primal, his thrusts stuttering as he cums, his cock pulsing, unloading thick, hot spurts inside you, filling you up as he watches himself in the mirror with a feral grin.

he slows finally, his cock still buried deep, twitching as he catches his breath, and then he pulls out slow, a wet, obscene sound as his cum drips from you, splattering on the tile below, streaking down your thighs. he steps back, panting, his sweatpants half-on, his chest heaving, and smirks at your wrecked reflection—hair a tangled mess, face streaked with sweat and tears, body trembling.

“told you i’d make you watch,” he says, voice low and smug, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “you look fuckin’ hot like that.”

you can barely stand, your legs jelly, your mind scrambled, but you manage a shaky laugh, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “fuck you, chris.”

“anytime,” he fires back, leaning against the wall, still eyeing you like he’s ready to go again if you say the word.

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[sturniololuvz]

a fic where the boys are streaming at 1 am and 4 year old sister walks in the room, she woke up and can’t go back to sleep. she then joins the stream, sitting on matt’s lap and hanging out with the boys until she falls asleep again

yessss!

“Y/N Crashes the Stream”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings: none

It was 1 a.m., and the Sturniolo triplets were deep into a late-night stream, talking to chat and messing around on Fortnite. The vibe was chill—just them, their fans, and pure sleep-deprived chaos.

Chris was slouched in his chair, barely paying attention. Nick was locked in, reading chat and laughing at comments. Matt was actually trying to win, focused on the game.

Then, the door creaked open.

A tiny, sleepy figure appeared, rubbing her eyes and holding a stuffed animal.

Chris blinked. “Yo… is that Y/N?”

Matt turned in his chair, and sure enough, their four-year-old little sister stood in the doorway in her oversized pajamas, hair a mess from sleep.

“I woke up… and I can’t go back to sleep,” she mumbled, voice tiny.

The chat went wild.

OH MY GOD SHE’S SO CUTE

Y/N FOR PRESIDENT

PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS

Matt sighed, smiling, and held out his arms. “Come here, bug.”

Without hesitation, Y/N climbed into his lap, curling up against his chest like she belonged there. He adjusted his seat so she was comfortable, rubbing her back absentmindedly.

Nick smirked. “Bro, we just got a surprise guest.”

Chris grinned. “Y/N, say hi to the stream.”

She barely lifted her head, waving sleepily. “Hi, Stweam.”

Chat exploded again.

STWEAM OMG I’M GONNA CRY

MATT IS SUCH A GOOD BIG BROTHER WTF

THIS IS THE WHOLESOMEST STREAM EVER

“You wanna watch us play?” Matt asked, keeping his voice low.

Y/N nodded, eyes already half-closed. “Mm-hmm…”

Within minutes, she was out, breathing softly against Matt’s chest. The chat continued to spam messages about how adorable the moment was, but the boys kept playing, trying to be quiet.

And then it happened.

Matt was the last one alive in Fortnite, top two, locked in. The entire chat was hyped.

LET’S GO MATT CLUTCH UP

WIN THIS FOR Y/N

MATT IS HIM

It was him versus one other person. His heart was racing. His hands were sweaty. The tension was unbearable.

And then—

BAM.

He got sniped.

Matt let out a sudden, bloodcurdling scream.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!! BRO, I WAS RIGHT THERE!”

Y/N JUMPED awake in pure panic, eyes wide.

“Wha—WHAT HAPPENED?!” she shrieked, looking around frantically.

Chris and Nick lost it laughing.

Chris was wheezing. “BRO, YOU JUST TRAUMATIZED HER.”

Nick was crying. “YOU JUST GAVE HER A JUMPSCARE AT 1 A.M.”

Y/N, still dazed, looked up at Matt with her tiny eyebrows furrowed. “You woke me up… for a game?”

Matt looked down at her, suddenly feeling guilty. “…Yeah.”

She blinked.

Then, in the sassiest, sleepiest voice ever, she muttered, “You suck, Matt.”

Chat EXPLODED.

Y/N COOKING MATT IN 4K

SHE WOKE UP JUST TO VIOLATE HIM

SHE SAID ‘L BROTHER’ AND WENT BACK TO SLEEP

Chris and Nick were dying.

Matt just sighed. “Okay, well, that’s enough Fortnite for tonight.”

Y/N, still half-asleep, yawned and curled back into his chest. “Yeah… you should quit,” she muttered before dozing off again.

Chris wiped a tear from his eye. “Bro, she’s actually ruthless.”

Nick smirked. “Best stream ever.”

And with that, the triplets ended the stream, Matt officially roasted, and Y/N—back asleep—once again proving she ran the house.

[mattsbratt333]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓

Author’s Note: mdni, smut, cockwarming, fluff

ྀ࿓ it’s been a busy day for Chris, Matt, Nick, and you. All four of you going to the movies, grabbing lunch, shopping for more decor for your guy’s shared house, and finally getting dinner at a fancy, modern restaurant overlooking the city to end the day. Laughter and pure joy was shared within the four of you the entire day, feeling so at home with your boys.

ྀ࿓ Currently you and Chris were getting ready for bed, tired, loving eyes and sleepy smiles are shared as Chris rinses your body wash off in the shower. Chris loves to take showers with you whether that be slamming you against the shower wall and thrusting himself into you at a relentless pace or pulling your naked body close to him while letting the hot water cascade over your bodies serenading words of adoration and passion to you. “I had so much fun with you today baby.” Chris whispers into my shoulder as he holds me in the shower. Being so intimate in such a vulnerable way made Chris heart flutter more than he cared to admit. “My pretty girl, my gorgeous girl. I just cant get enough of you. I wake up every day with butterflies seeing you asleep cuddled up next to me.”

ྀ࿓ Once dried off, you’re sitting on top of the bathroom counter with a towel drying off Chris brunette curls. He secretly loves being taken care of like this. Little moments like these are so precious to him. Feeling loved and cared for by the person he loves most in this world makes his heart skip a beat. Before you can even finish drying his hair, Chris is embracing you in a tight hug. Wrapping his large arms around your waist and peppering kisses along your cheeks and neck.

ྀ࿓ Once in bed, lazy kisses turned heated. Hands grasping at any part of each other you can access. “More.” You moan out as you grab at Chris throbbing length, pumping him with slow, lazy strokes. “Fuck need you coming around me right now.” Chris grunts against your lips. Chris is thankful that you both are still unclothed from the shower, allowing him to ease himself inside of you as you grip onto Chris bicep for support. However, due to the tired state you both are in, the kissing provided more than enough foreplay. As soon as Christ thrusted inside of your warm, tight walls you both are climaxing. Chris hot seed shoots load after load into your pulsing walls. The sleepy, aftercare bliss takes over both you and Chris as you both begin to fall asleep in each other’s arms. Not even bothering to pull out, Chris keeps you full of his cum, a reminder that you are his and his alone.

ྀ࿓ But before you fully fall asleep, you feel Chris press a long kiss to your cheek. Whispering out, “I can’t believe I get to love you, hold you, and share everything in my life with you. You are the supernova to my world, my sweet girl, you have no idea how much my heart beats for you. I can’t wait to finally put a ring around that finger tomorrow.”

[brianaluvschris]

jokes aside i love cars

[kinascum]

M. STURNIOLO – MASTERLIST

smut ✶ | fluff 𑁤 | angst ✧ | POVs★

➳ p links pt1 ✶

➳ p links pt2 ✶

➳ pickup pt1 𑁤

➳ TAG! pt1 ✶

➳ later boy pt2 𑁤

➳ later boy pt1 𑁤

➳ bits 𑁤✧

➳ guilty as sin? ✶

➳ actress!reader hcs 𑁤

➳ sub!matt hcs ✶

➳ our moments 𑁤

➳ date night ★

[lazysoulwriter]

christopher... ♡

you keep calling Chris by his full name—Christopher—and make him fall harder every time.

the flustered barista - Chris had just taken a sip of his coffee when you leaned across the counter and said it—smooth, teasing, and perfectly timed.

“Christopher, I think you forgot to pay for your drink.”

He choked. Actually choked. Eyes wide, hand flying to his chest like you’d just shot him.

“What did you just call me?” he wheezed, coughing into his sleeve.

“Christopher,” you repeated sweetly, resting your chin on your hand. “That is your name, isn’t it?”

His face went so red it rivaled the espresso machine’s warning light.

“Yeah, but—” He cleared his throat. “No one calls me that.”

“Guess I’m not ‘no one,’ then.” You winked, grabbing his receipt and writing something on it before sliding it toward him.

He glanced down.

Your number.

“Enjoy your coffee, Christopher.”

And with that, you walked off, leaving him gripping the cup like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

the puppy eyes incident - Chris had an unfair advantage—puppy eyes. Those big, ridiculous, soft blue eyes that he used as a weapon when he wanted something.

And right now, he wanted the last slice of pizza.

“Come on,” he pleaded, tilting his head, looking devastated as you held the plate hostage. “Please?”

You sighed dramatically. “Christopher, are you seriously trying to manipulate me with those eyes?”

His whole body froze, like you’d just called him out in front of a live studio audience.

“…What did you just say?” His voice cracked, which was kind of adorable.

“Christopher,” you repeated, grinning as his ears turned pink.

“You can’t— You can’t just—” He flailed, pointing at you. “That’s illegal.”

“Says who?” You smirked. “Someone who calls me by my full name whenever he wants?”

His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “I— That’s different!”

“Uh-huh. Sure, Christopher.”

You slid the pizza slice toward him as a reward for surviving the embarrassment.

But the way he stared at you, all dumbfounded and lovestruck? Yeah. You were definitely winning this game.

the almost slip-up - Chris was scrolling on his phone when you leaned over his shoulder, looking at whatever dumb video he was watching.

“Christopher,” you murmured near his ear.

His whole body stiffened.

You hadn’t meant to do it like that, but it just kind of… slipped out. Soft. A little too close. A little too intimate.

He turned his head slowly, eyes dark, a slow smirk creeping onto his face.

“Oh,” he said, voice dropping. “Say that again.”

You blinked. “…Huh?”

“Say it again,” he repeated, shifting slightly toward you. His phone was abandoned now, fingers twitching like he was resisting the urge to touch you.

You narrowed your eyes. “Why?”

He grinned. “Because I like it.”

Oh. Oh.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling very warm. “Christopher.”

The way he exhaled? Like he was barely holding it together?

Yeah. That was definitely going to be useful later.

the ‘you’re in trouble’ moment - Chris had done something. You didn’t know what yet, but the way he was avoiding your gaze? Guilty.

“Christopher,” you said, hands on your hips.

He instantly winced. “Oh no.”

“Oh no what?” You raised an eyebrow.

He fidgeted. “You— You only call me that when I’m in trouble.”

“That’s crazy,” you said, feigning innocence. “Why would you ever be in trouble, Christopher?”

His eyes widened. “Okay, wait, wait—” He scrambled up, hands in the air. “Before you freak out—”

“So I should freak out?”

“…No?”

You crossed your arms, tapping your foot.

He groaned, running a hand down his face. “Ugh, you’re terrifying.”

“Good,” you said sweetly. “Now spill.”

The Bedhead Confession - It was early. Too early. Chris was barely awake, sprawled out on your couch, hair a mess, voice rough with sleep as he yawned.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled.

“Morning, Christopher.”

His head snapped up so fast you almost felt bad. Almost.

“…That’s cheating,” he said, voice still gravelly.

“What is?”

He blinked at you like you’d just personally ruined his life. “Saying it when I’m half awake.”

“Why?” You smirked. “Does it do something to you, Christopher?”

The muscle in his jaw twitched. He rolled onto his back, throwing an arm over his face.

“You suck,” he groaned.

You laughed, grabbing a blanket and tossing it over him. “No, but I do win.”

And judging by the way he peeked at you from under his arm, looking all soft and smitten?

Yeah. You totally won.

[st7rnioioss]

INTRODUCING... ˚ .CEO!CHRIS x ASSISTANT!READER ࿔ *

CEO!CHRIS x ASSISTANT!READER who... likes to have lunch outside of the office. it can get hard snooping around, and keeping their relationship a secret. ceo!chris likes to have assistant!reader around, hence why he always "runs out of coffee", and has her fill up his cup. these guys loooves to have office sex—sure, they both have their own apartment, but why not just wait until after hours?

CEO!CHRIS x ASSISTANT!READER who... can always be seen standing by the copier, standing a little too close than normal coworkers would. assistant!reader loves to pull ceo!chris by his tie, whether it's playful or she's fixing/putting it on for him, giving it a small tug. ceo!chris loves to make assistant!reader laugh—in his world, she's the cutest little thing. assistant!reader hates to see ceo!chris stressed or burnt out—she's offering to attend meetings, or sometimes sitting between his legs under his table, working on the buckle of his belt because she can't stand seeing him worked up.

CEO!CHRIS x ASSISTANT!READER who... likes to send each other texts, telling the other person what jacket or pair of pants they like—chris is huge on this, sending her naughty but short texts about how the white button-up she wore made her tits look good. ceo!chris likes having her alone where it's just the two of them—he's always calling her in for “meetings”, insisting it's because he's got a little mix-up in his calendar, and they need to fix it.. together.

𓏲 ࣭  ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 ASSISTANT!READER nail polish. leather bags. secret keeper. the office siren. sweetheart. easily laughable. clumsy. high heels + dress pants combo. fitted button-ups. glasses. somehow always in a rush. coffee. very smart. strong communication skills. loves to be spoilt (because who doesn't). secret, tiny, kisses on the cheek. messy buns. lover girl at heart.

CEO!CHRIS ࿐ ˚ ceo. charming. secret keeper. ties and button-ups. funny. finger rings. music. money and lots of it. forehead kisses. cologne. loves to watch his cute assistant rush around. perfect hair. expensive dinners. spoils his girl. smells nice. funny. cute dates to take the mind off work. coffee. lover boy at heart.

MASTERLIST

... coming soon!

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: unnecessary au!! but it’s cute:3 look, i didn't wanna make this too corny "omg mafia boss rich husband" because i'm honestly not into that at all.. did i fail or is it ok..

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rapper!chris being superr clingy when star comes back from recording 🙏🙏

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris being clingy

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬, since i didn't have time to work on a smut prompt tonight, here's something cute from my drafts :)

you barely make it through the front door of chris' house before you kick off your shoes and head straight upstairs. your whole body feels heavy, weighed down by hours in the studio, the same songs looping in your head, your voice worn out from take after take. you just need a shower. maybe food. then sleep.

but the second you step into chris' room, he's on you.

"'bout time, kid," he mutters, pulling you in before you can react. one arm hooks around your waist, the other slides up your back, pressing you into him like he’s trying to fuse you together. he smells like cologne and weed, his skin warm against yours.

"chris," you sigh, barely managing to drop your bag before he’s walking you backward toward the bed.

"what?" chris says, grinning, lips brushing your temple. "missed my girl."

"you saw me this morning," you mumble, voice muffled against his hoodie.

"and? still missed you, mama."

you groan, trying to push him off, but he just drops onto the bed, pulling you down with him so you land half on top of him, half tangled in the sheets.

"chris—" you groan, frowning up at him.

"nah, you ain't goin' nowhere," chris says, locking his arms around you. "you stayin' right here. stop poutin'."

you huff against his hoodie, face being pulled into his chest with one of his hands cradling the back of your head lovingly.

"you smell like the outside," he mutters, lips brushing your jaw.

"yeah, because i was outside," you mumble, starting to squirm in his grip. "chris, let me shower."

"later." his hand slides under your shirt, rubbing slow, lazy circles into your back. "too much work. jus' stay."

you exhale, sinking into him despite yourself. he’s always like this when he gets in these moods—clingy, warm, all handsy, like he needs to make sure you don’t slip through his fingers.

his fingers drag up your spine, slow and absentminded, then dip under the waistband of your leggings. not enough to start anything, hand just resting on your hip gently.

"you actin' all stiff," he murmurs, voice low. "don’t like when you come home all tense 'n stressed. gimme all that, lemme take it."

you shiver but don’t move. he's solid under you, broad and warm, and your body is already betraying you, relaxing in his grip.

"you really don't got shit to say?" he teases with a little cheeky smirk. "for once?"

you groan. "chris."

"there she go," he laughs. "i was 'boutta be real concerned if you didn't start whinin' soon."

you lift your head just to glare at him, but he just smirks, smug as ever like he always does.

"you done?" you ask.

"nah," he says, flipping you onto your back so he can stretch out on top of you instead, arms caging you in. "i'm comfortable now."

"you're so annoying," you huff, giving in with a roll of your eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"yeah, but look at you. givin' in already," he says easily with a snicker, kissing your cheek before dropping his head against your shoulder.

you roll your eyes, but you don't move. you'll admit, you love being in his arms when he gets all clingy like this. hell, he's lucky you're not babying him right now.

thank you for reading!! <3

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[angvl3tears]

+.˚ 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇.. 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ part three

// starring .. 𝝑𝑒 stonersweetheart!reader

content ୭ꪆ mentions of smoking, pet names, soft chris, fluff, mention of greening out (always be safe n know your limits!)

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[estellesdoll]

───・requests are open ┊ ex bf!chris x reader (headcanons), more here

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݁ ⩩ ˓˓ Ex Boyfriend!Chris . . . who still instinctively pulls you into his side when you walk through a crowded space, his hand settling on your lower back like it’s second nature.

The amusement park is alive with flashing lights and laughter, the crowd thick as you push forward. Before you even register it, Chris’s hand settles against the small of your back, guiding you through the throng like it’s second nature.

It’s seamless. Automatic.

He doesn’t realize what he’s done until you glance up at him, amusement dancing in your eyes. The moment stretches—just long enough for him to notice, to hesitate—before he drops his hand like he’s been burned.

“Sorry… habit, I guess,” he mutters, shoving his hands into his pockets. But for a second, it almost feels like he wants to reach for you again.

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݁ ⩩ ˓˓ Ex Boyfriend!Chris . . . who teases you just to see if he can still get under your skin the way he used to.

You slip into the kitchen with a sigh, pressing your hands against the counter as you take a much-needed break from Nick and Madi’s endless antics. Hanging out with them was always fun, but sometimes… it was a lot. And before—when things were different—you’d just slip away, finding refuge in Chris’s room or curled up next to him on the couch until you were ready to rejoin the chaos.

But now, that wasn’t exactly an option.

“You hiding?”

His voice startles you, and you glance over to find Chris leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, amusement written all over his face.

“No,” you lie, grabbing your drink from the counter. “Just… needed a second.”

Chris hums, stepping further into the kitchen. “Yeah, they can be a lot.” His smirk grows as he leans against the counter beside you. “Back in the day, you would’ve just dragged me away with you.”

You huff, shaking your head. “Yeah, well. Things change.”

“Do they?” His voice is lower now, teasing, but there’s something else underneath it—something knowing...

You swallow, refusing to look at him. “Don’t start, Chris.”

He chuckles, nudging your arm lightly. “Relax, I’m just saying. Kitchen’s a downgrade from my bed, don’t you think?”

Your jaw clenches, but before you can snap back, Nick’s voice calls from the other room, dragging your attention away.

Chris smirks. “Guess your break’s over.”

You shoot him a glare before pushing off the counter. “You’re annoying.”

He grins. “You used to find it endearing.”

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݁ ⩩ ˓˓ Ex Boyfriend!Chris . . . who still gives you his jacket without thinking when it gets cold.

The night air is colder than you expected, the chill creeping through the thin fabric of your sleeves. You barely suppress a shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself in a weak attempt to keep warm. Before you can say anything, something warm and familiar is draped over your shoulders.

You glance up in surprise, fingers gripping the thick fabric. Chris isn’t even looking at you—his hands are shoved deep into his pockets, gaze set ahead like nothing happened, like this wasn’t second nature to him.

“You didn’t have to—”

“You’re cold,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You hesitate, your fingers tightening around the edges of the jacket. “Chris—”

“Just wear it,” he cuts in, voice firm but quiet. And there’s something in his tone—something final, something that keeps you from arguing.

So you don’t. You sigh, pulling the jacket tighter around you, letting the warmth of it sink into your skin. It still smells like him—faint traces of cologne and something undeniably Chris.

And even though you know you should shrug it off, hand it back, remind him that things aren’t the same anymore… you don’t. You just keep walking, pretending not to notice the way he glances at you from the corner of his eye.

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݁ ⩩ ˓˓ Ex Boyfriend!Chris . . . who still automatically reaches for your hand when you trip.

It happens so fast. One second, you’re stepping off the curb, the next, your balance shifts—and before you can react, Chris is already there. His fingers wrap around your wrist, steady, firm.

You both freeze.

For a second too long, his grip lingers, warm against your skin. Then, as if realizing it at the same time you do, he lets go—too quickly, like he touched something scalding. Hands shoved into his hoodie pocket, he clears his throat.

“…Reflex,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze.

You shake your head, biting back a smirk. “Sure, Chris.”

His jaw tightens. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say, grinning now. “You just don’t have to look so panicked about it.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You almost ate pavement. You’re welcome, by the way.”

You hum, tilting your head. “Right. Because Chris Sturniolo saving me would just be so tragic.”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head as he starts walking again. “Next time, I’ll let you fall.”

But you don’t miss the way his fingers twitch—like he’s already prepared to catch you again.

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