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#Christopher
qcon-tinuum · 11 months
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👆🏻👆🏻👆🏻Big “Skz!Pack Jisung responding to tweets about Alpha!Chan” energy. 😂
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batsquatch · 1 month
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oh you bet
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straykidzmemories · 1 month
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diaperboychristopher · 2 months
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i love how thick my diapers are getting.
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evanbuckleydaily · 1 month
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Every Buck Outfit
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crazy-form · 11 months
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i feel like the brightest star, light floods in tonight when i look up, my image is embroidered in the sky
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jungkooooookie · 2 months
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dailybuddie · 2 years
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#father and son
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sturniearth · 2 months
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Toxic Bus Ride - Chris Sturniolo 🦌
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Summary: You were on the bus coming home from school and of course the one person you hate the most is forced to sit next to you because there were no more seats available. Warnings: SMUT!! smut, 18+, fingering, moaning, foul language, orgasm, squirting.
♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡ Finally, school was over, it felt like fucking days being bored by my stupid science teacher. I hate school, it's probably the worst possible thing in my life besides, Chris Sturniolo, fuck him. I got on the back and quickly scurried to the back, hoping to get the one-seater. Nope. Matt Sturniolo, Chris's brother, took it before I could. He smirked and gave her a pouty face, "Better luck next time, sweetheart." he chuckles before slowly turning is focus to his phone.
I rolled my eyes before giving him the finger and sitting down in the seat next to the one-seater. I let out a sigh of relief as now I was sitting alone, for once without some gross 9th grader looking over my shoulder at what I am doing. Just as I was about to pull out my phone, I felt the seat move a little at the other end. I perked up and looked over at the figure before quickly realizing, it was Chris... I gave him a cold glare before speaking up, "No." I simply said with no hesitation. "Sucks to be you, I have to sit here." He said only a few seconds after me.
I roll my eyes and turn my focus to my phone, trying to avoid him.
♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀ 30 MINUTES LATER ♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀ I was listening to music while gazing out the window. Meanwhile, Chris was talking with Matt until Matt got a text saying that his friend, Nate wanted to sit with him. I glanced over at the two boys for a few seconds watching Matt get up when the bus stopped moving and walking to the front so he could sit with Nate. It was just me and Chris now... I turned both my head and focus back to the window as I resumed listening to my music. Chris on the other hand, had different plans for me. He moved his hand to my thigh, I quickly looked at him with a shocked and confused look, "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Christopher?!" I say with attitude as I push his hand off my thigh. Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting. "Oh, come on, can't we have a little fun. I mean, no one's back here." he smirks as he moves his hand back to her thigh but a little closer to her inner thighs. Yet again, I move his hand back to his lap, "Chris, no. We are on a bus, one, and two, I don't fucking like you. You're a dick, I'm surprised you have fucking friends, and you get girls." I say back defensively as I give him a light disgusted look, "Now, fuck off and leave me alone." Chris looked quite surprised at her defensive attitude, but of course he doesn't take this seriously and keeps trying. He smirks before moving his hand to in her inner thighs and slides his hands so far up his fingers touch her pussy. He starts to move his fingers up and down on her pussy with pressure through her leggings.
My eyes widen and I try to move his hands, but he just starts to rub my pussy faster, and faster. I moan softly, "C-Chris...stop!" "Nope, you know you love it, y/n." He says seductively as he rubs a little faster. I moan a little too loud causing Chris to put his hand over my mouth, "The louder you moan, the faster I go." He says as he slides his hand into her pants and slowly her panties, "Aww, so wet for me." As I struggle to not have an orgasm in his hand, he unexpectedly sticks 2 fingers in me, soon 3, then 4! My head falls back as my eyes roll which almost looked like to the back of my head. Chris starts to pump his 4 fingers in and out of me slow at first and faster, and faster by the minute, "Such a good girl." He smirks. I feel the tip of one of his finger's brushes against my g-spot causing me moan loud. Chris pushes his fingers into me deeper causing me release all over his fingers. He brings his fingers up to mouth and sucks his fingers until no more of me was on his fingers. I look at him with a confused yet satisfied look, "CHRIS! WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yell as a few kids that sat a few seats in front of us look back before bringing their focus back to whatever they were doing before. "You're a fucking dick!" I yell again, clearly mad that Chris fingered me on the bus. "I know you liked it." He said seductively as he smirked at me. "No, I didn't!" I yell back in response, very mad at Chris right know. But I mean of course I liked it; Chris has been my crush since probably the 8th grade, maybe even longer. "Yes, you did, you can't deny it, y/n." He says with a smug grin on his face, I fucking hate this kid. I cross my arms and nod my head, "No." I say as I turned my head towards the window, avoiding his gaze. "Yes, you did!" He teases as he pulls me a little too close for comfort, he then kisses him on the lips. What. The. Fuck. To be honest, I kind of liked the feeling of his lips against mine, it felt...comforting in some way. Before I know it, I am making out with Chris Sturniolo. I lay on top of him in the seat and make out with him as our tongues battle. He pulls back, "I know you liked it; you like me." He said yet again with his stupid little printed on his fucking face. "Oh, shut up you." I say back with a smile before my lips land on his once again. I think he likes me back... ♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡❀♡
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meroaw · 4 months
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some sketches of Christopher
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Just. Thinking thoughts.
Going on a date with *this* skz!pack Chan
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And staring at him, and he’s like “what?”
“Oh, nothing. Just looks really yummy is all.”
“Oh the food? Yeah, looks incredible-!”
A little smirk, holding his eye contact. “No. Not the food, Christopher. You.”
And you know he’d go instantly pink, but then he’d give you that smile-you know the one-eyes crinkling, teeth on display, dimples out-and say, “eat your food baby. And then we’ll see about dessert.”
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imwetforyourmom · 2 months
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the stare.
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pt 2
summary: y/n and chris are sworn enemies, and its already bad enough they’re partners for a school trip, but what about when they have to share a bed?
warnings: suggestive, swearing, not proof read
I js know yall have been missing chris
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y/n scoffed as she threw her duffle bag to the ground. crossing her arms as chris walked from behind her, muttering words to himself. before he finally spoke up and his chosen word had been “un-fucking-believable.”
he also scoffed, looking at the one bed infront of them, aswell as the one nightstand.
“it was bad enough when they paired us together, but one bed? count me out.” he spoke, placing his backpack carefully onto the leather caramel colored chair next to him.
“they could’ve at least given two nightstands.” he remarked, glancing at the empty space on the right side of the bed.
“whatever chris. stop bitchin and complaining its getting annoying.” y/n scoffed, before kneeling down and unzipping her duffel bag.
she dug around for some pjs, in which she only found a pair of shorts and a bra, her eyes widened as she found no comfy shirt that she could wear. “fuck me” she mumbled.
chris’ head shot up as the words slipped through her mouth with no extra thought, “e- excuse me?” he spoke, his voice breathy as a small blush coated his freckled cheeks.
her jaw dropped as she looked up, and at him. “no! i- fuck- no. chris. thats- thats not what I meant.” she quickly defended, her cheeks now going red. springing up to her feet as she looked at him, a clear sign of distress evident in her voice.
he chuckled and lifted his chin up at her, a stupid smirk on his face. “all ya gotta do is ask sweetheart.” he spoke, his words ultimately shocking her. sending tingles down her spine as she stared at him in disbelief.
her mouth fell as she tried speaking, nothing coming out though, and no signs either.
chris chuckled dryly and turned around, his hands gripped the hem of his shirt and took it off. his skin glowing in the dim light.
the light reflecting and making all the details on his back more noticeable as they lightly lit up.
y/n shamelessly stared, watching as his back muscles flex.
his back was already hot as fuck.. just imagine his front.
chris turned around, giving y/n a view unintentionally.
y/ns eyes widened as her eyes trailed down his neck, collarbone, shoulders, chest and his v-line.
her lips slightly parted and a small breath escaped as she stared, getting a beautiful view of his body.
feeling arousal pool in her underwear and an ache growing between her legs she squeezed her thighs together.
chris felt eyes on him, and looked at y/n. seeing her eyes on his body, drool pratically falling from her lips.
he smugly smirked and stared into her eyes, “like the view?” he teased, immediately catching y/ns attention.
she stared at his eyes, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. she licked her dry lips and shut her mouth, swallowing.
“…” only a breath escapes her lips, finding herself too embarrassed to answer. chris chuckled and took a step closer to her.
“use your words baby.” he spoke, his voice going quiet as he got closer and closer to her.
she took as many steps back as she could before her back hit the wall. chris’ smirk only grew as she found herself trapped between the wall and chris’ promixity.
“I- uh.. yes.” she finally spoke up, her voice cracking slightly, she looked diwn at her feet as nervousness took over her body.
chris got closer to her, now up close to her, their bodys not quite touching but close enough to feel chris’ body heat right up on y/n.
chris placed his hand under her chin and brought it up so now they were face to face.
y/n swallowed and stared up at his eyes, licking her dry lips once again as chris kept his eyes trained on hers.
she could feel his breath on her lips, making the urge to kiss him a whole lot harder to defeat.
her lips twitched, chris’ eyes almost immediately darted to her lips. his hand still on her chin. for all y/n knows he could push her face away or bring her face closer to his and kiss her.
the only question is, whats he going to choose?
758 words.
tags:
@luverboychris @luvsturns @meg-sturniolo
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hizuillu · 7 months
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5star channie that I finished but not really. But I've had enough of struggling on this so here we are
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Please humiliate and expose me 😓
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pettydollie · 5 months
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take care ˚ ♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ
a/n: literally wrote this so long ago and im only posting now so sorry if its trash im not editing till idk how long tbh pairing: chris sturniolo x reader word count: 498 tw: none
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you were in the kitchen cooking dinner. it was the late evening and you thought matt and nick were getting takeout but it’s alright because you loved cooking anyways. chris wasn’t home at the moment because he went out with some friends of a friend. nick was near the door, scrolling on his phone and talking to you every now and then.
“girl noah schnapp is cancelled? i swear to fucking god, they do this every- AH” nick was cut off by a squeak of the door opening with chris walking in. you were still cooking and were faced the other direction from chris. “hi honey!” you grinned happily, excited that your boyfriend was home at last.
“dude what happened?” nick stood up, concern written all over his face. “it’s nothing, man, don’t.” chris shook it off and walked in the house. he had dried up blood coming out of his nose and dark bruises scattered around his face.
you, however, were still waiting for a response. you turned around and saw chris’ face while nick went to get matt from his room. your eyes widened slightly. you turned off the stove quickly and walked to where all three triplets were. chris sat down in a chair and looked down at his hands.
matt began asking questions and as they talked, you examined his face. you grabbed his cheeks with both hands and his eyes fell on you. yours were filled with sorrow and his were filled with guilt. chris hadn’t gotten into a fight since high school, so this was pretty rare to see.
you quickly walked to grab a tissue, ice, and a small towel. the other two triplets had sat down when you got back and you handed chris the tissue. he muttered a small, “thanks, love.” before wiping off the dried up blood.
when he was done, you stepped in front of him again, in between his legs. his hands immediately fell onto your waist and you started dabbing the ice around his bruises. you used the towel to dry the water off and tapped around his face.
he winced at the coldness and you whispered “sorry,” before wrapping the ice in a paper towel so it’d be less cold. when you were close to finished, a smirk fell onto his face. “gonna wear a nurse outfit for me?” he bit his lip, interrupting whatever nick was saying.
“SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK.” he yelled, before talking at a normal tone again. you couldn’t hide your smile giggle and tapped chris’ cheek playfully. then his face fell into a frown. “i’m sorry, baby.” he mumbled, ashamed.
“don’t be sorry, but no one likes seeing you hurt.” you tried to soothe him. you didn’t want him to feel bad and mope around for a few days. you then put the ice in the sink and the towel away. you walked back over to chris and ruffled his hair. “you need to wash your hair.”
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a/n: last part is a joke 😭
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