Why Was Today So Bad , I Just Wanna Hold Matt’s Slutty Waist Rn 😔

ghostface art !!

i bring a “i’m destroying myself for someone who doesn’t even want me” kind of vibe to the function

Texts with Best Friend!Chris pt 4

Warnings: cursing / suggestive jokes

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“bring back streamer matt” we all say in unison

ᴍʏ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ — 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺 ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

ʟᴜɪɢɪ ᴍᴀɴɢɪᴏɴᴇ

I'm like if a girl had the urge to scream and break something all the time but stays quiet instead

Attitude Adjustment (Chris Sturniolo)

contains: angst, bickering, relationship arguing, smut, softdom chris, hair pulling, fluff, kissing, protected sex, p in v, female receiving, 1.7k word count

a/n: based on this idea i had. sorry it took so long i couldn't figure out how to end it. i still kinda hate the ending but fuck it we ball.

“It’ll only be for like an hour and a half-”

“Chris-”

“Baby. We’re out of video-”

“So you basically invited me over to fucking abandon me here?” I ask, unable to hide the irritation I feel bubbling up. I sigh deeply, rolling out of Chris’ arms and grabbing my phone. Out of my peripheral vision, I watch him rub his hand over his face and sit up.

“Babe, we’ve been together all day. Just give me an hour." He gets out of bed and stretches before heading into his bathroom. I know I’m being a bit of a bitch to him but I can’t help it. Our schedules have been so crazy lately that every hour I get matters these days. Seems like I never get him to myself anymore and it’s starting to grate on my nerves.

Chris comes out of the bathroom and heads to his closet, stopping to scoop his favorite sweatpants off the floor. I roll my eyes and grab my Airpods, popping them in my ears and turning my music on full volume.

After a couple of minutes, Chris comes over and leans down to kiss me but I dodge it, not ready to stop being petty yet. He rolls his eyes and reaches to pull my headphones out. “Can we please not do this? This is my literal job.”

I kiss my teeth and Chris takes a deep breath and steps away. Nick calls his name from the top of the stairs and he yells back that he’s coming before grabbing his wallet.

“Alright. I love you, baby. We can talk about it when I get back.” He says over his shoulder as he reaches for his door handle.

“Whatever, Chris. Just leave me the fuck alone. I don’t even care anymore.” I snap. Chris pauses his movements and gives me a look that has me squirming. He walks over to the bed and squats down in front of me, the intensity of his eye contact making me lean back.

“Stop talking to me like you’re crazy, bro. Am I speaking to you like that?”

“No,” I mumble, crossing my arms and refusing to meet his eyes.

“Alright so watch your fucking mouth.”

I nod, struck silent, and he leans in to press a quick kiss on my temple before he stands, finally heading out the door.

I sit there for a minute staring at the wall contemplating my sanity. Because there’s no reason why that was the hottest Chris has ever been to me.

*******

It’s quite possible I’ve never been this bored in my life. I’ve started three different TV shows on Netflix, started doing handstands, and scrolled until my for you page started getting weird. I’m half lying on the bed, half hanging off, when I hear the boys come back. I spring up and turn off the light, throwing myself into bed and pretending to be asleep.

A few minutes later the door opens and Chris comes in, hesitating for a second when he sees it’s dark. I squeeze my eyes shut, listening to him move quietly through the room. When he gets in the bed, I feel him lean over me and run a knuckle over my cheek.

“You know you’re a terrible actress right?” He laughs, reaching over to pull me into his arms. I smack my lips and yank away, sticking to my plan of being a brat. He sighs, dropping his head back on his pillow.

“How do you still have an attitude after two whole hours?”

“Thought it was only going to be an hour and a half?” I mock, turning over on my stomach to face the wall.

“Okay.” Chris sits up and turns on his lamp before flipping me over to face him. I blink at him rapidly, startled by the sudden movement.

“This is what we’re not gonna do.” He says, gesturing between us. “Either talk to me or let it go. Those are your only two options.” His tone is harsh but with his thumb smoothing over my arm, it doesn’t feel as mean.

I sit up and face him, crossing my legs. “I just want a day or two where I don’t have to fight for your attention,” I say quietly. Chris nods slowly, tilting his head like he’s thinking.

“Okay.” He says, pulling me into his lap. “I hear you. I’ll try not to film on nights when you're here. At least until I can see you more.”

I look up at him and smile, placing a kiss on his collarbone. “Thank you.”

“That was easy, huh? Talking and shit like we’re adults-”

“Don’t ruin it,” I say, reaching up to pull his face down to mine.

I kiss the corner of his mouth and it pulls up in a lopsided smile. I keep going, kissing the other corner before both his top and bottom lip. His eyes trail my face, darkening as he waits for me to kiss him fully. But instead, I slip off his lap, rolling back to my side of the bed.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a frown, leaning so he’s hovering over me. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Just wanted to see how much you want to kiss me,” I say casually, tangling my fingers into his hair.

Chris leans down and presses his lips to mine roughly, pushing my head into the pillow and anchoring a hand on my hip. His other hand dips under my shirt, sliding higher as we deepen the kiss. He pulls away to start lining kisses down my neck, driving me crazy.

“I always want to kiss you. Even when you're really fucking annoying." He says as he slides down my body, stopping to place a kiss above my belly button. He runs his tongue back up the trail of my body before he stops to yank off my shirt and bra. The light from the lamp makes me a little shy and I reach to turn it off but Chris stops me. “Leave it on, I want to see you.”

He slides back up to kiss me again, sweeter this time and full of love. I smile against his lips and mumble low, “You’re such a softie.”

Chris breaks the kiss and raises his eyebrows, giving me a challenging smirk. “Oh yeah?” Before I can respond, he sits up and grabs my panties, ripping them off in one motion and tossing them over his shoulder.

“I always wanted to do that.” He says, sliding down to run his tongue over my hip.

“I’m going to kill you.” I breathe out as he moves closer to my core.

“I’ll buy you some more.”

“It better be Victor-” I cut off my complaining with a moan as he swirls his tongue over my clit. He pushes open my legs and leaves one hand running up and down my thigh gently.

I lace my fingers back into his hair and he looks up at me as he slides a finger inside of me. He picks up his pace, thrusting inside of me roughs and adding another finger while matching his tongue motions to his fingers.

I tighten my grip on his hair and moan out his name, squirming up until my head hits the headboard. Chris moves his arm to spread across my stomach and pins me in place, never pausing his movements.

I throw my head back and rock my hips up as I call out his name and tell him I’m close. He only stretches me out more, curling his finger up to hit the spot that always takes me out.

I turn my head and moan into the pillow as I ride out my orgasm, still calling out Chris’ name. He presses a final kiss to my clit and then pushes himself up my body. He kisses me hungrily before he leans over to his nightstand.

“Still got an attitude or what? Let me know.” He teases as he stands to take his clothes off and slip the condom on.

“Shut up, Chris,” I say, rubbing my hand over my eyes.

“Alright, so we’re still working on it. Got it.”

He flips me over onto my stomach and hops on the bed behind me, pulling me up until I’m arched where he wants me. I look over my shoulder at him as he lines himself up to enter me, his tip rubbing against my folds, and he meets my eyes as he pushes in.

He gives me barely any time to adjust before he’s hammering into me, both hands gripping my hips and pulling me to meet his thrusts. I grip the sheets, whimpering, but Chris doesn’t slow his strokes for a second.

“Wow, you’re quiet.” He says ruggedly. “Where’s all that fucking mouth you got?”

I open my mouth to talk shit back but he readjusts, pressing his hand into my back and pushing me into the mattress. Somehow he picks up his speed, digging deeper into me than I thought possible. I try to say his name but all that comes out is a series of unintelligible sounds and he laughs roughly.

I reach a hand back against his hip but he grabs it and pins it behind my back, using it as leverage to pull back and slam into me again. “You feel so fucking insane.”

The breathy candace of his voice makes me moan out louder and Chris gathers all my hair into one hand and uses it to pull me up against his chest. The new angle has me seeing stars and I throw my head back on his shoulder as he places sloppy kisses on my neck. He reaches down to rub his thumb over my clit and I buck against him, my body shuttering from the intensity.

I’m so close now and he can tell, gripping my face and tilting my head so he can meet my eyes. “Go ahead, baby. Give it to me.”

I do exactly as he says, maintaining eye contact, as I fall again. He throws his head back at the feeling, muttering a low, “fuck,” and moaning out my name as he comes.

He drops his head against my shoulder for a second, breathing heavily, before he pulls out slowly. I fall back onto the bed while he heads to the bathroom to clean up. I’m still lying motionless when Chris comes back out and sits on the edge of the bed. “Come on. Take a bath with me.”

I smile over at him and slide out the bed, following him into the bathroom. I sit on the counter as he runs the water and pours in my bubble soap.

He comes back over to me and stands in between my legs staring at me. “You didn’t say you loved me back when I left.”

“I just let you break my back. I think we’re good.” I say as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Not the same.” He states matter of factly, leaning closer and brushing his lips against mine. I smile and then pull back, giving him a mock-serious face. “Christopher Sturniolo, I love you so much.”

He grins and kisses me again, deeper this time. “One more time?”

“I love you,” I whisper, chasing his lips but he pulls back.

“Again?”

“Alright, fuck off.”

He laughs and steps back so I can slide off the counter and head over to the tub. I get in after turning the water off and Chris follows, sliding in behind me.

I sigh contentedly, letting my head lay against his chest as he tells me about how filming went. I laugh at his stories and chime in softly, wondering how the hell I could ever be mad at a boy this sweet.

Well, at least until tomorrow.

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i didnt care ( i slept with my mom for a week to make sure i woke up alive )

play date - chris sturniolo

in which a hangout with chris turns into something more

warning: smut!!!

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“Y/n, hey,” Chris greeted as he closed the door behind you. He pulled you in for a quick hug, his arms wrapping around your back.

“Where’s Matt and Nick?” you asked as you pulled away. Your eyes glanced around the room, looking for the other two.

“They’re out running errands or some shit, so I figured we could hang out.” You nodded at him. “We could watch a movie or something.” He walked over to the couch, you following close behind him.

He handed you the remote as you took a seat beside him. “You sure you want me to pick? I’ll probably just put on a rom-com.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said making you chuckle.

After a few minutes, you decided to put on Clueless, your all-time favorite movie. As the beginning scene began to play, you glanced over at Chris. His eyes were glued to the screen, which made you smile to yourself.

About an hour into the movie, you were starting to get cold. You scooted over on the couch, moving yourself under the blanket. Chris, who was also under the blanket, looked over at you with a smile. He wrapped his arm around you, pushing you into his side.

For some reason, you couldn’t stop the goosebumps that arose on your skin from his touch, even though you’ve been in this position multiple times. He didn’t seem to notice though, as his attention was on the movie.

You turned your attention back to the screen, trying not to focus on Chris’ arm around you. In the scene that was playing, Cher was trying to get with Christian. You watched as she brushed her leg against his, trying to get him riled up.

Now it was Chris’ turn to glance over at you. He watched as you moved your eyes across the screen, studying the blonde’s every move. As if he was trying to recreate what was happening in the movie, he moved his hand onto your thigh, his large palm caressing the skin.

You instantly took notice of this, your eyes slightly widening. You slowly turned to look at him, his eyes already on you. “Chris,” you managed to choke out. You peeled the blanket off of your body, your eyes trailing down to his hand.

“Shit, sorry.” He moved his hand off of your leg and placed it on his lap. However, you grabbed onto his hand, placing it back on your leg. “Oh.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you whispered. You watched as his Adam’s apple moved, nervously swallowing. His eyes flickered down to your lips, making you get a surge of confidence. Before you knew it, you were leaning in.

He met you in the middle, his lips connecting with yours. Your hands moved to his shoulder, gripping his white shirt. His grip on your thigh became tighter as he kissed you, making you smirk against his lips.

As you pulled away, you felt your heart thumping out of your chest. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted that,” he said as he tried to catch his breath. You smiled at him, biting your bottom lip. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you,” he said in a quiet tone, almost a whisper.

His tone made you feel something you’ve never felt before. A heat shot through your body, all the way down to between your thighs. Your hand reached for his, intertwining it with your own. “I’ve always wanted this, Chris.”

Before you could even blink, Chris pressed his lips against yours. His hands gripped yours even tighter, making you smile into the kiss.

While maintaining the kiss, Chris managed to lift you off of the couch. As he carried you through the house, you wrapped your legs around him, keeping him in a tight grip. He pulled his lips away from you, focusing on getting you to his bedroom.

He placed you at the foot of his bed, his arms snaking around your waist. You wrapped yours around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You pressed your lips to him, hungrily moving your lips against his.

Chris gently pushed you onto his mattress, hovering above you. His eyes trailed up and down your body, making you feel weak beneath him. “You can touch me,” you whispered. He looked up at you, a smirk evident on his face.

Your stomach muscles tensed as his fingers traced down your body, stopping at the waistband of your sweatpants. He slid your pants down, his fingers ghosting over your legs as he went. His eyes scanned over your legs, pressing his tongue into his cheek as he took you in. They stopped on your black panties, which made his heart beat faster.

You watched as his fingers hooked under the fabric, sliding it down your leg. The cool air on your bottom half, which was now fully exposed to him, made you gasp.

He leaned in next to your ear, “Are you sure you want this?” He felt you nod beneath him, which made him pull away with a smirk. He pressed his lips against yours once more, his hand resting on your cheek. His other hand made its way down to your cunt, ghosting over the skin.

As the kiss went on, you felt his fingers move between your folds, making you gasp into the kiss. He slipped his finger in, making you moan into his mouth. He pulled away, looking down at you with a smirk. His eyes fixated on the way you writhed at the feeling of his finger plunging into you. “You look so pretty taking my fingers.”

As you continued to moan, he slipped another finger in, making you bite your lip. “Fuck,” you breathed out. His intense gaze turned you on even more, making you buck your hips into him. His thumb brushed against your clit, making you whine.

As he continued to work his fingers, your hand made its way up your shirt. You took your right breast in your hand, kneading it in your hand. With the added pleasure, you knew you weren’t going to last long.

Chris watched as you groped yourself, making his cock twitch in his pants. The sound of your wet pussy and the moans leaving your mouth were starting to make him impatient. He picked up the pace, making you grip onto his wrist.

“Don’t stop.” He continued to plunge into you, making you grind your hips, pushing him even deeper inside of you. “I’m gonna cum,” you mumbled. You felt yourself clench around him, your orgasm overtaking your body. He watched as your legs trembled with pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your head.

He pulled his fingers out of you. They were coated with your juices, making them glisten in the light. “You did so good for me, pretty girl.” He took his fingers in his mouth, sucking off the arousal you left behind. You couldn’t help but watch as he licked his fingers clean, your thighs squeezing together.

Your eyes then trailed down his body, stopping at the evident bulge in his pants. “You wanna take ‘em off?” Chris looked down at you, motioning to his sweatpants. You sat up, reaching for his waistband. He helped you take them off, along with his boxers. His cock slapped against his lower stomach, making you bite your lip. He softly laughed at you before pushing you back against the pillows. “Let me get this off of you, mama.” He reached for your shirt, pulling it over your head. His eyes slightly widened as your tits fell free. You silently thanked yourself for not wearing a bra today.

He immediately grabbed at your chest, taking your breasts in his hands. He kneaded them, making you bite your lip. “Fucking perfect,” he muttered under his breath. You felt your cheeks go hot as he touched you.

However, you wanted to return his favor. You reached for his cock, wrapping your hand around it. He let out a groan at the sudden contact, making you smirk to yourself. You began to slowly stroke him, looking to see his reaction. His head slightly fell, a low moan leaving his mouth.

He wrapped his hand around yours, making you go faster. A dribble of spit left his mouth, landing directly on his cock. Moans left his mouth as you continued to touch him, making you more eager to have him inside you.

Eventually, he pulled away from you. “Lay back for me, ma.” You lay against the pillows, your heart beating out of your chest as you watched him. He stroked himself a few more times before making his way between your legs. He slapped his cock against your pussy, getting you ready for him.

As he lined himself up with you, slowly pushing himself in, you let out a sharp breath. The feeling of him stretching you was enough to make you feel uncomfortable but in the best way possible. Once he was inside of you, he stayed frozen for a second. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Chris, please move.” You grabbed onto his arm, giving yourself some support as he began to thrust into you. He was so big you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

He looked down at you, his face wearing a look you’ve never seen before. He was so focused on the pleasure he didn’t even notice you looking up at him.

His thrusts began to get faster, making you claw at his arm. “Chris,” you moaned out. He looked down at you, a groan escaping his lips.

“Am I making you feel good, mama?” You moaned a response, making him go deeper. A whine left your lips, making his hips stutter. He grabbed onto your hips, creating a new angle. This new angle had you grabbing at the sheets, moans spilling from your mouth.

“You’re so big, fuck, Chris.” He leaned down to your face, placing a peck on your lips. As he pulled away, he grabbed one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist. This made him go even deeper inside of you, earning a guttural moan from him. “Shit, just like that.”

He continued to drill into you, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the room. You were so overcome with pleasure that you couldn't think straight. “I’m gonna cum, ma.” Those words took you out of your trance. He began to pick up his pace, which was now animalistic.

“Chris,” you cried out. You clenched around him, making him roughly pound into you, his cum shooting onto your walls. You weren’t far behind him, cumming around his dick with a loud moan.

After you rode out your high, he pulled out of you, laying beside you on the bed. He looked over at you. You wore a fucked out expression, which made him smile. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. You turned to look at him. “I’m so glad I came over today.”

“Me too,” he chuckled. His hand traced patterns on your side. “It was about time this happened,” he joked. You playfully scoffed at him, resting your head on his chest. The two of you drifted off to sleep, totally forgetting that Nick and Matt could be back any minute.

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a/n: sorry it’s been a minute, but im here now. anyway, i need chris in my bed immediately! and don’t forget to leave a request if you have one!!!