TAG GAME: sleepover addition!

Show your pajamas, the food/snack you will bring, and the movie/show you’re going to beg everyone to watch!

Anyone can join btw💗💗

Tags (no pressure): @bernardsbendystraws @thenickgirl @snoopychris

Tagssss — @lovesturni0l0s @annasturns @mattsbratt333 @chrissturniolossidebitch @darksturnz

wait this is so cuteeee i’ve never been to an actual sleepover!!

— tags just bcs :) @sturnberries @sturnsrecord @ch0llies @yall-mothafuckas-need-misha @delilahsturniolo

thank you for the tag!!

just watched my fault london- i recommend!! i think it’s actually better than culpa mia 🫣

no pressure tags: @mattsobvimyfav @y3sterdaysproblem @idefinitelyhateu @madisonnxtdoor22 @sturniolohohoho @mattsturnii @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan

i think if u send hate in anon ur a pussy. esp to someone who’s open ab mental health problems and shit like that. idgaf say what u want ab me bc my own vision of myself is too high for anyone to tear down but if ur a hater behind 1. a tumblr that 98% of people don’t now who u are 2. behind ANON at that. If ur life is so miserable u need to talk shit to someone plz do it to me bc ur a fucking loser and i could care less what ur dumbass has to say, but if u get ur rocks off on hating do it over here 💃💃💃

REVIVAL | CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO 

story warning: this story includes very toxic and abusive behavior. none of the actions or words in this series are justified and are written exclusively for entertainment purposes only. under no circumstances are they personally associated with chris other than just using him as the main character. read at your own discretion. now that that is cleared up, there will be filthy smut, angst, swearing, underage drinking, underage drug use, abusive behavior, morally skewed choices, toxic relationships, and overall mature themes. if any of this upsets you... don't read!

word count: 6k

new revival chapter out now!!! sorry for the wait!!

i love how we all mutually came to the decision that chris calls reader ‘ma’ and matt calls reader ‘sweetheart’

this is canon

summary: chris and his brothers try out a 'period simulator' for a youtube video, but the way chris is whining and groaning turns you on a lot more than you expected.

contains: smut, sub!chris, fluff, swearing, teasing (slightly), lowkey freaky asf, dom!reader.

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"how does it feel?" matt laughs, cranking up the small dial,

"ah-! matt that fucking hurts dude- shit." chris groans, slapping him over the wrist,

chris is hooked up to several wires, his shirt is slightly bunched up around his waist as small jolts of pressure flood through his tummy,

you, chris, matt and nick are all sitting on the couch, watching chris as he squeals, you were practically dying laughing at the boys and their overdramatic complaints, but with chris youre dead silent, your lips pressed firmly together as you stare at his face.

chris's face is contorted into an uncomfortable expression, his hands gripping at the couch as his eyes screw shut while the period simulator works its magic.

"such a baby." nick scoffs,

"no- oh my god it just- it hurts." chris whines out, his teeth clenched together.

his back arches off the couch, before he locks eyes with you.

you instantly snap back into character, laughing at him softly as you play off the fact that you are extremely turned on right now...

"'s not funny- it.. it really- hurts." chris whimpers out, his hands reaching up to you and clutching your tanktop.

"god get this shit off of- off of me." chris pants, grabbing at the wires and pulling them off his his pale stomach and chucking them at matt.

"you're so dramatic." i giggle softly, running a hand through his slightly dampened locks.

"it feels like my stomach was being like ripped out i swear." chris whines, flopping against me.

"okay wait- i want to try now." nick says nervously, following up with a loud scream as matt places the small sticky pads on nicks abdomen.

after around 40 more minutes of this 'torture', they all decide that they've had enough. mainly because nick was complaining that he was about to throw up.

chris stands up off the couch, his legs slightly shaky and his cheeks still flushed.

he grabs my hand and walks over to the fridge,

he pours a cup of water for himself before slugging it down, his lips a raw pink and slightly glossy from the water hes just drank.

"you okay?" i grin, rubbing his back,

"mmm." he groans, letting his head tip foward onto my shoulder.

"it could not have hurt that bad." i laugh,

"but 's not my fault that fuckin- matt decided it would be funny to try kill me off, cranking that shit up to level 10 unannounced!" chris complains, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

i scoff, shaking my head as i drag chris over to the bedroom.

i shut the door and turn on the ac, a cool breeze filling the room.

chris flops down on the bedsheets, covering his face with his hands. "my tummy hurts." he complains

his grey t-shirt has ridden up again, showing off his black calvin klein boxers.

i crawl onto the bed, gently straddling his hips.

he looks up at me through half lidded eyes,

"you were all squirmy, i liked it." i whisper,

chris's eyes instantly widen, shocked at the sudden change in the atmosphere.

"you- you liked it..?" chris mumbles,

i nod, "just made me so wet." i breathe, leaning down and brushing my lips over his.

chris is fully tense now, he swallows hard with a small nod,

"i- i didn't know you- you uh.. liked it that much..?" he whispers,

i grin, "wanna see what you did to me..?"

he nods eagerly, his lips slightly parted.

i sit up and tug my small shorts off of me, leaving me in my small lacy thong. i gently pull it to the side, before sitting back down on chris's waist.

my wetness drips down onto his pale skin, causing chris's breathing to intensify,

"is that- just from me-?" he asks cautiously,

i giggle softly before nodding, "all from you."

chris lets out a pathetic whine, a spurt of warmth spreads through my abdomen at his noise, god he knew what he was doing.

i gently scoot backwards onto his lap, a cheeky grin on my face.

"your'e hard, i can feel you poking me." i point out softly, causing chris's face to flush a deep red.

"i- i'm sorry youre just- youre just on top of me and- and--"

i press a finger to his lips, my other hand moves down to his jeans and unbuttons them, sliding them down his legs.

hes left in his loose grey shirt and black boxers, his shaggy hair moving over his eyes.

"p-please." he whispers,

"please?" i act dumb, wanting to hear his exact words.

"please just- ugh! please touch me!.." chris whimpers out loudly,

"shh sh sh." i whisper, "your brothers are just out in the living room," i shush him,

"im- sorry." he groans,

i gently tug down his boxers, his dick instantly springs out.

i stay seated on his bare thighs, before carefully taking his aching cock into my hands.

he lets out a shaky exhale at my small touch,

i run my thumb over his slit, causing more precum to dribble out, "ah-! ah.." chris whines,

"hm..? you're to sensitive to handle that amount of touch? that's pathetic dont you think?" i tut, humiliating him completley,

"im- im not sensitive!" he protests, his lips pressed together,

i cup his tip with my palm, making him buck up into me, another needy moan leaving his lips.

"you sure? i don't want you to lie to me yeah?" i grin,

"fine- fine.. 'm a little sensitive" he breathes,

i start to pump him at an agonisingly slow pace, making him even more frustrated.

he arches his back off the bed, reaching up for his dick,

"no-" i start but he cuts me off,

"just let me do it myself! you're taking so long!" chris rambles, his breathing picking up even more,

"what was that?" i start slowly.

"nothing i just-"

"no, i thought you wanted to cum tonight, but i guess not." i cut him off,

his eyes instantly widen, "no- no! i do i do! 'm sorry- i'm so sorry!" he babbles, instantly placing his hands by his sides and staring up at me through his eyelashes with puppy dog eyes.

"dont give me that attitude then." i tell him,

i'm starting to pump him faster, even if he wanted to say something snarky he wouldn't be able to, chris has never been good with forming a coherent sentence when hes being touched, his mind is just too foggy.

i feel his dick twitch in my palm, signalling he's close, but i pull my hand away quickly.

"no-" he cries out,

to avoid any more complaints i instantly sit up on his lap, hovering myself above his tip before sinking down.

he lets out a loud gasp, his slender fingers reaching up and pawing at my waist.

"oh my- oh my god im close-" he gasps,

"i don't care, you have to hold it." i speak,

he nods, pursing his puffy lips together and closing his eyes.

i bounce up and down on his length, the head of his cock rapidly hitting my cervix as it brushes pass my sweet spot.

i let out a small moan, rapidly chasing my own orgasm along side him.

i lean foward and places my hands on chris's chest for support and i continue to grind on him.

my eyes screw shut as my hair drapes over his chest,

"oh chris-" i whine, my stomach knotting with pleasure,

suddenly a loud moan rips out of chris, his head flinging back against the pillows as he pants loudly,

strings of whimpers fall from his lips,

"look at me- look at me." i instruct him, on the brink my own orgasm.

"i'll cum instantly if i do- i cant-!" chris moans, his voice high,

"i dont care- look at me."

chris's eyes open, his lips instantly part further,

"oh ggoddd." chris whines, his hand clutching my thigh,

i clench around him, the knot in my stomach snapping rapidly, chris instantly follows, arching his back impossibly higher off the bed before spurts of white coat my insides,

he instantly fall back against the matress, i gently pull off of him before flopping ontop of him.

he nuzzles his face into my neck, his warm breaths tickling my neck rapidly,

i rest my cheek on his, my eyes fluttering shut,

"does your stomach still hurt?" i whisper out with a small smile,

"no- i swear you're like magic or something- im cured permanantly, god-" he whispers back with a giggle,

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HOLD ME BACK

Chris needs to create designs that are more authentic to himself. Right now, his clothing brand feels safe and lacks originality😭 By taking creative risks and reflecting his personal style, he could set his brand apart and build a stronger audience. also, his designs NEED to cater more to a female audience. He should experiment with adding designs to the back of the clothing, explore graphic designs, and incorporate patchwork. Fresh love could be huge if he tried. I know chris is a creative person I WANT HIS CLOTHES TO REFLECT THAT woah me ranting but I just wanna be honest

I CANT DEFEND THIS SHIT ANYMORE😭😭😭

So Matt and Chris ain’t moan or whimper? Yeah I’m back on they ass like white on rice!!!

in which ₊˚ the happiest triplet is the one who’s quietly struggling.

˖⋆࿐໋ for all my lovelies who find themselves having to play a happy role for others, while they’re actually at their lowest (me too ᡣ𐭩)

honourable mention ⊹ ‧₊˚ for all my glass children

word count ₊˚ 883

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chris found himself laying awake at night, staring at his ceiling, with some random background music playing on his tv. he had initially tried to listen to his favourite artists—skies, travis, mac— to try to find it in himself to be happy, but he just couldn’t. normally music was his go-to for feeling better, or a hug from one of his brothers, but chris felt as if he would be burdening them if they found out what was really, truly happening inside his head.

his entire life, chris was the triplet who was the happiest. he was the one always smiling, always cracking jokes to try and bring others up if they were feeling low. this fact was something even his fans picked up on, noting how chris was the triplet who had changed the least throughout their growing fame, and was usually the one always joking around with his brothers in their videos. unbeknownst to chris, this role he established—both within his family and fans—had taken a toll on him, and lead to a lack of expressing his feelings, unless they were positive.

still staring at the ceiling and the intricate cracks of white paint that ran along it, chris felt a tear roll down the side of his right eye, landing on his pillow. he reached up and wiped his eye, wishing, hoping that he could fix whatever was wrong with him and his mind. he considered talking to one of his brothers about his sadness, but they both have their own lives and their own problems. chris hated to say it, but matt was the one who openly struggled with mental health the most in their family, and chris knew that he would feel guilty taking any attention away from matt and his struggles. he thought, deep down, that if he told matt, maybe he’d understand what he’s feeling, but, does chris even know what he’s feeling? having enough of this, chris sits up, turning off his tv, and leaves the comfort of his room, finding himself walking up the stairs to their kitchen table. chris looks around—he notices an empty can of pepsi he left on the counter from earlier, nick’s headphones lying on the table, a half-completed lego poinsettia set that matt had been working on—and, he’s unsure why, but seeing this causes more tears to well in his eyes. his brothers, who were a constant variable in his life, yet who he felt as if he was letting down. “i can’t do this,” chris said, rubbing the palms of his hands over his eyes, hard. “i can’t, i can’t,” he continued to cry. having to act like there was nothing burdening his mind—in front of both his brothers and his fans—was finally catching up to him. chris wasn’t even sure what was causing this sadness within him. he had everything he could have ever wished for—a loving family, loving friends, a roof over his head—so, for the love of God, why was he feeling like this?

chris’ continuous sobs from the kitchen were enough to draw the attention of his older brother, matt. rubbing his eyes, confused, having been awoken from his unconscious state, matt checks the time on his phone. 4:36 a.m. he knew him and his brothers had a fucked up sleep schedule, but this was different. removing himself from the comfort of his blanket, his stuffed pug falling precariously onto the floor, matt makes his way into the hallway. as he nears the kitchen, he hears the sobs becoming louder and louder—the sobs of his younger brother, chris.

“chris?” matt says cautiously. chris looks abruptly over his shoulder at the voice, caught off guard. “oh,” he says, wiping his eyes and cheeks as quickly as he can. “hey matt,” chris sniffles a little, but tries to act as if nothing had just happened. “why are you up?” chris asks his brother. “i was about to ask you the same thing..” says matt, confused. “couldn’t sleep,” replies chris, staring straight ahead at a wall. “were you.. crying?” unsure of how to reply, chris pauses for a moment, then musters up a fake, boneless laugh. “i don’t cry,” states chris, jokingly or not, matt couldn’t tell. “chris, what’s wrong?” “God matt, nothing’s wrong, can’t you just knock it off?” chris, who was always the one asking him if he was okay, the one always making him smile, offering him a hug, was now sitting alone at their table, using his own arms as a shield, a tight embrace around his own fragile state. matt pauses for a moment, unsure of how to respond to his brother’s newfound behaviour, before deciding on the truth. “i heard you crying while i was sleeping.” what matt hadn’t expected, however, was for this revelation to trigger something within chris. “i said i’m fine, why can’t you just learn to mind your own business for once in your goddamn life, matt? geez.” chris abruptly pushes up from his spot at the table, making his way over to the stairs leading to his room, matt quickly following his brother’s strides. “chris, please..” matt pleads, not exactly sure what for. before he could receive a response, he’s greeted with a door slamming in his face, the rusty turn of a lock following suit.

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notes ⋆. 𐙚 ₊˚

my oh my, my first fanfic ᡣ𐭩.

i honestly thought about the plot of this in my sleep, and i woke up and just kinda wrote about it.

i’m not too sure how i like this, i kinda cringed at my own writing, esp when chris & matt were talking w one another. ik i’m gonna cringe at this when i look back in a few years and see how much my writing has (hopefully) progressed, and, honestly, i can’t wait ᡣ𐭩

i’m interested to know if any of you are actually interested in writings like this, where there’s no female character/interest. ik most fanfics on here are kind of centered around romance involving the triplets, so i thought i would try something a little different that explored their relationships w one another (i didn’t forget nick, i promise)

to everyone who made it to the end, thank you so much, it means the world to me ᡣ𐭩. if u couldn’t bring yourself to read the whole thing, thank you for still taking a chance on my writing and i ᡣ𐭩

all my love x

BRO MATTS LIKE LITTLE FUCKING MULLET LOOKING HAIRCUT IS SO FUCKING HOTTTT AHHHH

ALL MINE | CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO

oneshot - chris x reader

story warnings: smut, cheating, dom!chris x brat!reader, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, squirting, overstimulation, if any of these topics upset you... don't read!

word count: 5k

requested by @sturnluv0w3n - hope you enjoy!🧡

new oneshot!!! enjoy!!🧡🧡🧡🧡