#sturniolofandom

[iluvnicksturniolo]

wait it’s kinda giving

[lycheeoloalt]

“come over”

pairing : chris x reader

warnings : kind of smut (?) , open ending , no face claim , no name claim .

˙⋆✮ “ —] ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ [— ,, ✮⋆˙

The sound of skin slapping together and pornographic moans coming from your mouth were all that could be heard through the sweaty, moist air travelling around Chris’ all too familiar room.

˙⋆✮ “ —] ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ [— ,, ✮⋆˙

How had you gotten here? In this position? At this point, you had no idea.

˙⋆✮ “ —] ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ [— ,, ✮⋆˙

One minute you were entering Chris’ room after receiving a simple text from him saying ‘come over’, the next, you were on all fours in his bed. Your face buried into his pillows, your hands gripping onto the pillow desperately.

˙⋆✮ “ —] ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ [— ,, ✮⋆˙

Nick and Matt had, according to Chris and his vague response to your question about Matt and Nick’s whereabouts, ‘gone out for a bit’.

˙⋆✮ “ —] ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ [— ,, ✮⋆˙

You and Chris agreed to keep your unlabelled ‘relationship’ a secret from his brothers, much to Chris’ dismay at the realisation he wouldn’t be able to show you off to his brothers.

Loud, muffled moans elicit from your soft lips as Chris’ thrusts brutally pick up pace, reaching an unimaginable speed as his tip bruising your cervix repeatedly as you press your hips back slightly, your ass flush against him.

˙⋆✮ “ —] ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ [— ,, ✮⋆˙

You feel the familiar tight knot build in your stomach as you arch your back into him. The knot you’ve felt not once, not twice, but three times already.

˙⋆✮ “ —] ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ [— ,, ✮⋆˙

Three times. Three positions. Three orgasms.

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a/n : soo, uh..I haven’t written (slight) smut like this before, and it felt so awkward writing it so please bear with the weirdness of it. I’m genuinely too lazy to write atm. Any tips for writing smut would be appreciated, please be critical? 💫

[lyahh483]

I love finding other black girls in this fandom like😛you obsessing over these three white men too???LETS BE FRIENDSSS

[lycheeoloalt]

Gamer!chris hcs

a/n - ★ before anything, I js want to note that I CANNOT write anything knowing people might see this, so excuse the terrible descriptions and weird parts😭. Aaand it’s my first time writing smth on tumblr, pfm 🫠 ★

⤷gamer!chris who, whenever he's gaming, he'll have you sat on his lap. He's not trying to be weird or anything, he just loves your company and wants to be able to hold you whenever he can.

⤷gamer!chris who, tends to get extremely frustrated when it comes to gaming. Especially if he loses. "Fuck!" He grunted loudly, banging his tight fist against his desk, earning a soft giggle to escape your lips at his anger as you watch from his bed, which causes Chris to turn his chair to face you and glare at you in a scolding but playful manner.

⤷gamer!chris who, peppers you with kisses when he takes a break. "Aight. Give me a second, I'll be back." Nathan states, climbing up from his creaky gaming chair as he dawdles out of the room, no longer visible on camera. Chris turns his gaze down to you, greeting you with a soft and warm smile while you lazily pick your head up out of the crook of his comfy neck to glance up at him, returning the same smile. "Tired?" He asked, placing a light and sweet kiss on the top of your head, before trailing them down to your neck. "Yeah." You mutter tiredly, with a slight yawn, relaxing into the feel of his light, loving kisses. "Keep resting then, pretty." He cooed softly, snaking his arms gently around your waist soothingly. You tuck your head back into the warm, placid crook of him soft neck with a small nod in agreement.

⤷ gamer!chris who, constantly gets made fun of by his friends for acting like such a softie around you. For instance, you could be anywhere near him whilst he was gaming, like, stood next to his chair. He would constantly steal glances of admiration and love at you, which made your heart warm and your insides feel like they were crumbling. Obviously, Chris wasn't aware you could see him staring at you the odd time, but you could. "Stop staring, weirdo." You tease him jokingly after a while of him staring, deciding to catch him out. You turn your head to face him with a smug grin on your face. Your hands still resting on his desk. "Fuck y'mean? I wasn't." He replies defensively, slightly embarrassed you'd seen him staring at you. You found it cute, Chris knew it didn't bother you, but he was still slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, you were!" One of his friends says from the screen, laughing at him. "Yeah, we all saw you." Another one joins in, grinning with the others. "No I wasn't! Shut up.." Chris mumbles, scowling back at his screen. "You're actually such a simp, chat." Nathan comments while grinning like the others, and chuckling.

[lycheeoloalt]

The green hills on Alpine Meadows

Pairing : Chris x reader

Warnings : swearing , use of ‘y/n’ , kinda boring chat icl (gets better in the next chapter) , shit descriptions cause I’m lazy , not proofread!!

The green, lusciously fresh grass swayed side to side over the rocky grey mountains which were covered in mud and grass. The crooked oak wooden fences stood tall against the strong wind. The harshly cool breeze sending my long hair flying into my face while I sit at the back of my parent's truck, glancing at the beautiful view displayed around me. Alpine Meadows. Most people knew it because of it's gorgeous mountains, and some from it's accepting and friendly neighbourhood. People said they were beautiful, but you couldn't imagine just how beautiful they were. Despite being covered in clunky chunks of mud and seeming extremely sharp, the mountains were dreamy. The air, even though the breeze was cold, was strong, but refreshing. Especially after the hassle of moving houses. To a place I've never been to.

After a while of driving, my parents pull up to a house. It was a cute house and the neighbourhood looked like the friendly and warm kind, like you would instantly be accepted. I hear the handbrake croaking as my Dad halts our black Range Rover. I see my parents mumbling something before exiting the car, softly slamming the doors shut as I hop off the back to the car, eyeing the neighbourhood up to see if anyone was out. There was one person out, she looked old and lived quite far away. I turn my gaze to my parents, greeting them with a soft smile before I inspect the house. I stare at the modern looking brick house, the cement in between the bricks seeping through and presenting themselves messily over the bricks. The little cherry tree on the patch of grass by the window next to the front door tilted sideways from the breeze viscously attacking it, forcing some of the little flowers to fly away with the wind. I turn my gaze over to the plastic looking light sage coloured door in front of me. I walk up to the door, waiting for one of my parents to open the door. As they approach, I hear them say something about being 'so happy to finally be here', and that 'it's so nice to have somewhere in such a nice area as well. Isn't it, y/n?'. I don't hear them speak to me and just remain miserably in a trance remembering the fact I've had to leave my friends to be here. Having to randomly distance myself from my friends because I was moving hours away wasn't easy. I know I won't stay friends with some of my friends because of how far away I live now, and I think that's the worst part for me. "Y/n?" My Mum repeats, tilting her head a little as she waits for my response.

"Hm-what?" I snap out of my dismal trance to hear what my Mum was saying. "Oh! Uh, yeah.." I reply finally, smiling at her softly and disguising the sorrow expression I want to show. I see my Mum smile in return, before beginning to unlock the door.

The lock clicks and she steps in, the floorboard slightly creaky as I step in to join her. My Dad soon following both of us in. "Fin, could you take this box into the living room, please?" My Mum asks my Dad with a soft tone and loving smile, nodding her head in the direction of the living room.

"Sure." My Dad replies, returning the same smile and tone as he picks up one of the cardboard boxes with 'kitchen equipment' written on the side in a black sharpie. I spin my body in a circle slowly, staring at the house.

         Well, 'our' house now. In

         'our' new neighbourhood.

Not only did I now have to adjust to living here, I had to adjust to a new school. New rules, new timetable, new teachers. New students.

★ Time skip, you're settled in, on your bed in your new bedroom, on call with one of your friends. ★

"I know..I miss you guys already." I take another glance at my room, staring at the light beige coloured walls, the wardrobe with a wooden design, facing somewhat near my door, the dull and used light switch, which barely worked, the dim lightbulb, the screw in the wall where the past owners had most likely hung a painting on, and finally, the bedside cabinet by my bed. We've moved most of my stuff into my room now, but some things will need replacing anyway. I told them there wouldn't be much point in bringing certain things because they would need to be replaced also immediately. For example, the bedside cabinet. But they still insisted we bring them anyway.

"I miss you too. And it's only been a couple of hours." My friend, Liv, said down the phone with a light hearted chuckle, in hope of lightening the dull and miserable mood slightly.

"It's not even like I'm going to be able to talk much. The Wi-Fi here's shit." I chuckle softly, stopping my head against the headboard of my bed and staring and the plain white ceiling, breathing slowly and deeply. "At least you're able to talk now. Better than nothing?" She replies positively with clear energy in her voice. I can picture the same sweet, kind smile she has. It was one of those smiles that automatically brightens people's moods somehow. "Yeah, I guess." I reply, my voice going back to being somewhat dull and boring.

We talk for a little while before I hear my Mum calling me down for dinner. I tell Liv I have to go, before hanging up and trotting downstairs. I walk into the dining room to see three bowls filled with hot spaghetti, steam coming off from just being taken out of the pan. I sluggishly drag myself over to the table and sit on one of the tall chairs with a slightly sorrowful expression painted across my face. My Mum comes in with a glass of water from herself, clearly feeling positive and happy. Same as my Dad. I understand it was hard for them as well, but I think moving was hardest for me. "So, Y/n." My Mum begins to say, scooting her chair back so she could sit down. "What are you thinking about school? There's one a couple minutes away; Somerville High School. People say it's really good there." She suggests. We discuss it for a while, before deciding to give Somerville High a try. It's currently Saturday, so I have a few days to settle in first.

★time skip, again mb : Monday morning, walking into form. ★

Of course. I'm late. On the first day. Typical. I didn't mean to be late but I'm just slower at walking than I thought. I open the stiff science door into the form room I've been given. There were a bunch of students sat together, their attention all on me because I'm new. "Oh! Er, y/n?" The teacher asks, her short blonde hair flicking off her shoulder as she spins to look at me. "Yeah.." I confirm coyly, smiling dryly. "I'll let you off today, but please don't come in late in the future." She says in a slightly stern voice, her expression still calm and looking kind, but firmer. "Yeah, sorry, Miss. I didn't realise how long it would take me to get here." I apologise, chuckling awkwardly. She nods her head in a way to say 'okay' and points to a seat for me to sit in. I walk over to the seat and sit down, next to a girl with a short dirty blonde bob. She looks kind. I stay quiet and observe everything, especially the people. There was a group of around seven girls in the corner near the boys, they looked like cunts. They looked judgemental and as if they thought they were better than everyone else. Then there were the boys. The typical frat boys. They were also sat in the corner. The girls were clearly obsessing over them. Then you had the 'weird' kids, who were the nicest and honestly, the most normal. They didn't have any chavy makeup, no super short skirts or dresses, and they looked kind.

Suddenly, the bell goes. 'That was quick,' I think to myself, quickly launching out of my seat and standing by the door, avoiding eye contact with everyone. The teacher dismissed us and we all leave, the 'popular' ones shoving past everyone else and laughing as they did, glaring back at everyone.

We get to our first period. English. There's an old man with grey hair in there, wearing a light blue top, dark grey trousers, a brown belt, a black tie and black derby shoes. He looks angry and short tempered. The other students all know him, and most of them take the mick out of him outside his classroom, mocking how strict and fussy he was. He dawdles over to the door and opens it, sharply telling us to go inside while snapping his fingers. Most people rush into the classroom, some take their time. I hear people groan loudly and say things about what's on the screen. The complaints coming from the people draws my attention to the board, where I see a seating plan on the board. I scan across it to find where I'm sat. Im on the third row, second across next to a boy called 'Christopher'.

[lycheeoloalt]

Gamer!chris headcanons (2)

✎ gamer!chris who, tends to get carried away whilst gaming and delay sleeping. "Chris, how long're you going to be? 'M tired." You asked in a croaky voice due to how tired you were. Your eyes were droopy and had heavily visible eye bags under them. "Uhh, I d'know." He replied truthfully, keeping his focus and attention on the game. His icy blue eyes focused deeply on his game, his veiny fingers swiping across the controls vigorously as he desperately tried to not die on the game. "M'kay, be quick." You plead, growing more and more exhausted by the second, almost to the point you were asleep. It was 1:47am and you were extremely tired, so was Chris. But he was so concentrated and determined to win. You dig your head into the soft, plushy, white pillows below your head and let out a sigh of comfort, dragging the cover over your shoulder with one hand and snuggling into the bed.

✎ gamer!chris who, loves having you as company. It's quite normal for him to text you asking you to come over, just so he could play. He was able to focus a lot better with you as company.

chris 💗

╰┈➤ come over

╰┈➤ im supposed to game w matt and nate but I want you here with me

As soon as you received the texts from Chris, you smiled softly and replied with an 'omw'. You found it so cute how he preferred to play when you were there. He really was such a sweet boyfriend. You hopped in your car and speedily drove to Chris and his brother's house, not wasting any time. You eagerly knocked on the door, to which Chris opened with the cutest, most loving smile plastered on his face as he stepped to the side, allowing you in. He muttered something about how beautiful you were, then hastily followed you up the stairs to his room, where Nate and Matt were watching from the screen, waiting for Chris to return.

[lyahh483]

What is going on rn??? Are we really that mad that they are cutting out one video when they spoiled us with THREE videos a week with the podcast?? They aren’t just YouTubers they have other things to do and I know it could get stressful like I doubt they’re gonna quit I just think they are growing as people and want to change up their schedule and that’s completely fine.