Yall remember that one video where Chris said his nipples were very sensitive? Ok well let’s keep the word sensitive in mind…

Chris hates cockwarming because his dick is sensitive! And not in the way of like “oh my god this hurts!” I mean this man is painting your walls white in like three minutes and immediately apologizing.

What my mother sza say? “Hyped off 180 seconds that’s three minutes man pipe down!”

Back to what I was saying tho! It’s just the feeling of your warmth sucking him in and clamping down on him that just has his back arching, toes curling, and eyes rolling. He will try to breathe through it and think of anything but how good you feel, but unfortunately it does not work.

He starts blabbering apologies, tip of his ears turning red in embarrassment before ultimately sliding out of you and eating you out until you’re satisfied!!

When I see that English is not my first language note in fics, I'm buckling the fuck up!!!

And it’s sooooooo tea too

Always idk they're just built different

𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒅, may kinktober be actually good and no over-sensitive bitches will ruin it with drama, may everyone be in ⊹˖peace⁺.༶ and goon together. aman.

#I'mdeadass #plsdontcancelppl

Matthew likes humping things(humpster35 mentioned).

-This tells me that his thrusts are sort of fast paced.

-He definitely uses his hips a lot, this can lead to him doing regular stretches(like the one in the video nick posted on instagram find it there)

-I definitely still think his dick is big. Everyone goes on and on about Chris’s junk and even Nicks thanks to that picture but let’s get real here—all of them have a lil sum sum

-Matt would cum in you 100%. I think he will definitely have safe sex but once it’s gotten to a point where you guys wanna try more things then he’ll just grab you by your waist—holding you in place and thrust in….then out…..then in again so that you feel his cock kissing your cervix.

-This fucker is so horny for something. HE NEED TO FUCK SOMETHING GOOD HE GOT SOME PRESSURE BUILT UP🙂‍↕️🤝🏽

I was supposed to be taking a break, I technically am bc rn I haven’t finished any of the work in my drafts—plus the energy here is draining. Anyways here’s this.

tag list🔪

@lyingonchris @chrischerrycola @perscriptionlove @passionfruitchris @fawnquette @fleurenese @nickssidewitch @allineedismatt @alesturniolos @everyb0dyherewantsyou @eeyoresturnz @seeing-stars-today @salaciousxsturniolo @saraspoon23 @themostbeutifulhuman @megaluna444 @heartsonlyforchris

#DOWNBAD ◞ @/CHRISTOPHERSTURNIOLO sub! chris, use of pocket pussy, dirty talk, use of “mommy”

The second Chris closed the door behind you, his composure cracked like glass under pressure. He’d sat there with you on his bed just minutes before, feigning calmness while his entire body burned with tension. You hadn’t given off the slightest indication that you wanted anything more than conversation tonight, and Chris, observant as ever, had taken the hint without a word.

He’d tucked his hands safely against his own thighs, had leaned back and smiled at you like his chest wasn’t tight with need, like he wasn’t struggling to keep his hips still every time you shifted beside him. He’d done what he always did—controlled himself, no matter how desperate he was for you.

But now you were gone. And that restraint, that self-control, evaporated the moment his door shut. His body throbbed with pent up hunger, the kind that had him nearly stumbling as he stripped out of his clothes, tugging his shirt over his head and shoving his sweats down to free his aching dick. His breath was uneven, chest rising and falling with the weight of everything he hadn’t let himself show you.

He wasn’t supposed to want like this, not this badly, but it was impossible to ignore when the ache sat so deep it made him shake. His gaze flicked toward the corner of his room—toward the toy he’d tucked away. His jaw clenched, and then he moved, grabbing it with a shaky urgency that betrayed just how close he was to breaking.

He threw himself back onto the mattress, settling flat against the sheets as he dragged the toy onto his lap. His dick strained upward, red and slick at the tip, already leaking from the tension he’d held inside.

He lined himself up with the hole of the silicone toy, one hand gripping the its hips to hold it steady, and then he bucked up into it with a strangled moan. His head tipped back, curls sticking to his damp forehead, eyes fluttering shut as the wet heat enveloped him.

“O-oh, shiiitt, y’feel so—oh my god. So tight and w-warm around me,” he gasped, hips driving up again, faster this time. His back arched hard off the bed, thrusts snapping sharp and desperate, his body moving like it already knew exactly how to chase you. Each upward grind made his abs flex, sweat glistening across his skin as he clung to the toy, fucking up into it like he was buried deep inside you.

“F-fuck, mommy, I’ve been holdin’ back all night,” he whined, the plea spilling broken from his lips. “Couldn’t even touch you, jus’ sat there while you looked so—so perfect. C-can’t—can’t take it anymore, need you so bad.” His thighs trembled beneath the strain, his rhythm messy and uneven, his moans tumbling higher as he lost himself completely in the fantasy.

“Please—please let me cum,” he begged, head tossing side to side, curls damp with sweat. “I’ll be good, mommy, I p-promise. Jus’ f’you, s’only you, fuck—”

The edge snapped. His whole body bowed off the mattress, hips jerking violently upward as his release tore through him. A guttural cry ripped from his throat, loud and unrestrained, as hot ropes spilled inside the toy, his dick pulsing with every frantic spasm. He held the toy tight to his lap, rutting weakly up into it as the aftershocks dragged him through, leaving his thighs quivering and chest heaving.

When it finally slowed, he collapsed against the sheets, slick in sweat, heart hammering. Shame and satisfaction tangled in his chest, leaving him boneless and wrecked, still clutching the toy as though it were you.



 Chris sturniolo

Cheater

warnings : angst, cheating, swearing

In which : you get dragged to a party and catch your boyfriend cheating.

The music was too loud, the small house crowded with sweaty bodies. You weren’t even supposed to be here, but your friends insisted- promised Chris was there waiting.

You should’ve trusted your gut and stayed home, you should’ve turned around as soon as your friends re-directed you away from where you was supposed to meet Chris.

Because there he was.

Chris. Leaning back against the wall, his hand trailing against another girls hips, his eyes darting from her lips and back to her eyes.

What he does when he wants you.

What he does to you when he’s trying to make you nervous.

But now, it’s with her.

A petite blonde girl, with hair just past her shoulders. She was skinny, and laughed too loud at Chris’s shitty jokes. She wasn’t you.

Infact, she’s everything your not.

And then, he leaned in.

First.

She didn’t stop him.

You felt your heart crack wide open.

And the worst part, he wasn’t drunk. Because he doesn’t drink. But she doesn’t know that, no she doesn’t know anything about him. Not like you do.

He had full control.

The tears form quick. They don’t spill, just threaten to, the aching in your throat hurting more and more.

And then, as if he sensed your presence, he looked up. Right into your eyes.

The same eyes that looked into his when he would doubt himself, the same eyes that he comforted when they were full of tears.

And now, they were full of tears again. Not because of a stupid movie, not because of a TikTok.

Because of him.

His face fell instantly. His eyes desperately trying to read yours.

But it didn’t matter.

Because you were already shoving your way out of the house, the air in your lungs feeling too heavy.

But that didn’t matter, you just needed out.

It’s been days since you caught him, and yet, every time you ran into him when he was mysteriously at the café you always go to, or when he turned up at your house, leaving flowers on the porch, he looked worse.

Dark circles under his eyes, a permanent crease in between his brows.

And now, standing in front of you. Blocking your way on the path . His hands shook slightly as he reached out for your hands.

You pull them away though, he sighs, doesn’t argue. There’s no point. He’s lost the right to touch you, hell, even talk to you.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Please, don’t walk away from me again.”

Your throat tightened, but you force yourself to seem strong. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”

“I-“ he exhaled shakily, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to find a good excuse.

“Because I love you.”

Your heart aches. You want to believe him, you really do. But the image of the party, him with her, was burned into your mind.

“If you loved me,” you whispered, blinking away any tears that threatened to rise. “You wouldn’t have done it.”

Chris flinched. Like you had physically hurt him. “I made a mistake.”

You shook your head. “No Chris. A mistake is dropping a plate, a mistake is forgetting a birthday.” You swallowed, hard. “That, was a choice.”

Tears gathered in his eyes and he swallowed, his eyes darting to the floor. Squeezing shut, trapping the tears in.

“Please, don’t leave me,” he begged. “I’ll never forgive myself for this.”

“Good.” You whispered, looking sternly into his eyes. “Because I never will either.”

Then you walked away, leaving him alone in the middle of the street.

Taglist - @hearts4werka @loser41ifee @sosasturns @scorpio1205 @yourmother29 @neverstopthekashh

Fix this now. I cant

Summary - you and matt meeting for the first time

Warnings - none

A/n - this is very long awaited so um yeah

You were going to a farmers market with your best friend. She wanted to go, but she didn't want to go alone. So she picked you. You groan in despare silently wishing not to go.

Then if anything could go worse, her car breaks down. In the middle of fucking nowhere! You desperately want to scream. So obviously you do. Shes sitting on the ground eating a pepperoni roll. "Theres no reason to scream" she says chewing quietly.

"Yes there is." You groan again. Just then you see a truck. Your eyes widen. "Look there. OMG! We're saved" you wave him over. Noticing the tools in the truck. He parks behind your friend's car.

"Hello ladies" he says. "Im Matt!" Matt smiles, his country accent strong. Hes holding out his hand to shake. You grab his hand, he has warm hands. You both keep your hands there for longer than needed.

"Im Y/N!" You say feeling some butterflies in your tummy. Matt is just too cute. You stare into his blue eyes.

"So darlin' why are you sitting here and not goin' somewhere" matt says confused. You both let go of your hands. He fixes his hat and hair.

"Well our car broke and now we are stranded." Your friend speaks for you. Noticing you're too lost in matts looks. You just think he looks too good.

"I might be able to help you two, i dont have all the tools to fix a car, but i can give you a ride. Wait where are you goin'."

"The farmers market" you finally speak up. Your mouth dry. You look back at matts eyes. Such a beautiful blue color

"How ironic. I am too. I have to drop off some things." He says smiling widely. "Well if you would like you can get in the truck. But if you dont trust me you dont have to." He smiles softly.

You get in his truck. Sitting in the passenger seat and buckling your seatbelt. Your friend gets in the back. You watch Matt get in. He looks over and smiles.

You smile back. He begins to drive to the farmers market, smiling softly. You look back at your friend and she rolls her eyes knowing you have a crush on him.

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Once you arrive the three of you leave matts truck. Then you and your friend began to walk around while matt did what ever he was doing. "So," your friend started, "what's your opinion about Matt?"

Your eyes immediately widened in shock as you began to stutter though your sentence. "Hes just nice and kind of cute, and maybe I like him." You mumble that last part.

"I knew it! You do like him." She squeals excitedly. You laugh and roll your eyes.

"Oh come on, I just think he's cute, that's it." You try protesting knowing it won't work on her.

Just then you see Matt walking over. Your eyes widen and your friend looks over. "Hello ladies," he says, "have you bought anything?" He looks down at the bag in your hand.

"Oh you know, just some fresh vegetables." your friend quickly speaks for you. You look down at the bag.

"Well if you guys are done shoppin' im done as well so i can take you back to your car. I have tools to fix it at home so we can make a stop there first." He smiles.

You look at your friend. "We were done anyway." You finally speak after only starting at matt for the past minutes.

"Alright my house isnt that far away, so let's get in the truck and we can begin driving" matt says smiling.

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Once you arrive at his house he goes inside quickly, grabs his tools and drives you where your friends car is.

He parks behind your friends car. And gets out of the truck. You follow him. "Hey thank you so much for helping us" you say gratefully.

He smiles "anythin' for a pretty girl." He says and resumes fixing the car. Occasionally asking for tools or talking to you.

About half an hour later hes done. He stands up and wipes his hands on his already dirty shirt.

"Oh darlin' im done fixing your car." he looks up at you smiling. "You or your friend might want to take it on a test drive."

"I will!" Your friend pipes up, vouching so you can talk to matt alone. She gets in the car and begans to drive.

"So whats it like being a farmer?" You ask. A smile on your face.

"Other than the sun it's just like any other job. Hey would you like my number?... You know just incase your car breaks down agan or if you wanna come vist." He asks calmly

Your cheeks immediately flush turning you into a raspberry look a like. "Sure!" Your voice cracks slightly ans you hand him your phone.

Just as he puts his number in your phone your friend arrives back. "Thanks matt for fixing my car" she says.

"Of course ladies! Well i must be getting back to work, have a nice day." He leaves to his truck.

Leaving you, your friend, and your thoughts about matt. You both get in the car and drive home. You sigh contently staring at matts number in your phone.

A/n - i hate this

the things i’d do for cowboy matt to be mine omg

Real but don't kill me bc this is a slow burn