#ask nick

[jutryst]

I gotta know your most deranged opinion on cereal, for science

Uhhh I don't know about deranged but...people who put milk first are psychos, except for if you are refilling the bowl

[toneelspeelster]

by jasmin kaur

[sturniolooluvv]

okay like so many things to go over.

1. him in blue is my weakness.

2. his fucking hair.

3. his jawline.

4. he’s talking to softly which is HAWTTTT

5. “fuck me” i mean since you asked so nicely

6. the way his nose scrunched.

@sllutty-sturniolo @garfieldlovesu @pvssychicken @mattsglassezx @ivysturnss @hjvi @jensturnss @emely9274 @sheluvsthesturniolos @sturnl0ve @hereforshitsandgiggles @sturnl0ve @matts-wife @whosthatrandomgirl @glee2skkii @sarahsturnn @sturnioloslut101 @isasflorals

[nickssidewitch]

Headcannons of the triplets during missionary pretty please🫠💕

🤭❤️ The Sturniolo Triplets During Missionary Headcanons (Based on Tarot Readings) 🥺🔥

gifs by @vxnitra 🤍

🦕 Matt 🌀

One thing about Matt and missionary? They both start with M.

But more importantly, it’s one of his favorites to make you completely hypnotized with pleasure.

He is methodical in his movements, studying your face for any signs of pleasure, as well as discomfort if that ever arises.

If he hits a certain spot that makes the most heavenly sound slip between your parted lips, he’ll continue to hit the spot, only deliberately moving away from it when he wants to find a new spot or when he wants to change positions.

The tip of him hits your best areas in the most delicious ways, always sliding against it with the best amount of pressure and grace, the perpetual motions of his hips maintaining the same rhythms in order to keep that beautiful look of ecstasy painted across your face. Your eyes are rolled back or shut tight, small tears on the corners of which he knows aren’t of pain, your lips parted with small breaths and whimpers and moans escaping them.

He’ll hold your legs by your calves as anchors, sometimes putting them over his shoulders when he wants to hit an especially deep spot. He loves to watch your back arch and hands grip whatever surface is closest to them as he continues to fuck into you.

He’ll touch you all over, his hands wisping along your chest, to your sides. His hands may even find their way back to your neck, one of them wrapping around it and pressing into the pulsing jugular veins to give you a choking sensation that you may love.

Sometimes, particularly when you’re especially needy, he wants to take care of his girl. And that translates to his body cascading onto yours and trapping your body in order for you to endure more quickened strokes.

And this is where the knot in your stomach starts to tighten. Matt’s hitting that spot at the right velocity that makes your warmth ooze that beautiful creamy substance that coats his dick, making the glide easier for him and the moment more pleasurable for the both of you.

You’re tightening around him, and you feel his breath puff against your skin as he looks down at you at such a close, almost dangerous, proximity. Dangerous, in that if you ever opened your eyes at this moment, you’d immediately unravel underneath him.

And speak of the devil, it happens. Your eyes bat open at the sound of his voice coaxing the eye contact out of you. “Look at me. Come on, look at me, sweetheart,” is whispered from his lips. He wants to view you— all of you— right before that moment overtakes the both of you.

And once your eyes open, he reaches his hand down between the two of you one last time, rubbing circles into the nervous bud above your labia, wanting to see your face screw up with pleasure as you get even closer… and tighter… and closer… and—

You clamp down onto him with the perfect amount of pressure for him to stroke a couple more times, and finally, he releases. Whether it’s inside of you, or on your precious tummy below your sweaty, heaving chest, it’s all worth it in the end.

He’ll let you catch his breath as he does before helping you up, walking you over to the bathroom to clean up and replenish the energy you both transferred between each other in that moment.

💟 Nick 🍥

Missionary, if he’s the bottom, can be the most needy and whimpering state of Nick that you could ever witness. His eyes would look at you with the most desire as he waits for you to please him.

He’ll hold his legs open and his hips up for you, presenting his awaiting orifice to be filled by your love.

You’d get him ready for you though, taunting and teasing the tip of your cock around and against his rim, maybe even using your fingers to open him up even more for your insertion if you hadn’t done do already. He’d whimper and pulsate around you, the tip of his dick leaking with anticipation to feel all of you.

Then you’d slowly start to press yourself into him, his hands gripping his own thighs as he feels the length taunt his walls. His head would be thrown back and eyes shut with a beautiful combination of pleasure and pressure, his teeth biting his bottom lip as he whimpers and moans softly.

Then he’d look at you, either because you whispered a command or just because of his own will, and his eyes stay on yours. Eye contact doesn’t cease as you start to move— just the little force he used to crane his neck up to look into your eyes and/or watch you dip in and out of his hole.

His moans will get louder and a bit higher in pitch, often complimenting how raw you feel or how deep your cock is inside of him. The grip he has on his own thighs will tighten as you thrust deeper and harder, his head throwing back against whatever surface he’s on. He’d feel the blood rush through every vein of your cock, which would get his stomach stirring with ecstasy.

Once you see his dick start to twitch, you know he’s close. Some precum will start to spray out of the tip, covering his stomach as he starts to jerk himself off.

If you’re in a dominant mood, you’ll swat his hand away from his needy dick and stroke at it yourself, focusing on the inch right below his tip to get him really going. You’d spit on his cock, and your saliva would mix with his precum to make the best mixture of lubricant, which you’d use to tug, and tug, and tug, until—

He moans especially loudly and his hips buck upwards causing his orgasm to squirt up into the air and land onto his stomach and your hand. You’d praise him, and he’d whimper in response, his asshole gripping around your cock as if it sensed that your semen would start to fill him up too.

Once you’re finished unloading, you’ll slowly pull out, watching as Nick’s hole gapes and shows the aftermath of your cum inside of him. It would be a beautiful sight, one you and him definitely hope to recreate soon.

He’d probably ask you to clean him up and you’d get to work, using your tongue to clean up the excess cum running down onto the surface he’s on top of.

If Nick is the top in this dynamic, however, it could get nasty. He’ll tell you to lift your hips and hold yourself open for him, your hole pulsating with need as you wait for him to push himself in. He’d inform you to spread yourself open for him even more, asserting the dominance you’d been longing for all day.

He’d make sure to angle himself properly for you as he squirts the lube onto your hole and some on your cock. His hands would jerk you off a bit before he’d inform you to take his place, since his attention is now a bit lower as he focused on thrusting into you.

You feel it, the pressure as he slowly slides into you. It’s a warm fill, and now you can understand why he instructed you hold yourself open for him— the stretch. Yes, it is that stretch that Nick loves and that you love just the same, the one that really gets those drawled out moans from the two of you.

Nick will put his hand on his hip as he fixes his posture and positioning, really trying to find the best and most comfortable way to draw out the pleasure for the both of you. His eyes are narrowed as he focuses, and he might let out a chuckle if he’s taking too long on purpose.

Finally, the brunette starts to move , his thrusts steady, yet impactful enough for your cock to jump with every force. He tells you to jerk yourself off some more if he notices that you’d stopped, and the look on your face as you twist it in pleasure has him yearning for more.

He’ll continue his thrusts, his hands gripping your hips tightly as your legs move onto his shoulders, making sure that this angle hits your prostate with every stroke.

He’ll notice your tip start to leak with precum, maybe even a little pee, as he thrusts so deep that your prostate starts to hit against your bladder. He’ll use this as motivation to move faster, angling his body to hit against your prostate more, praising and cooing at you every time you cry out with pleasure or try to stop yourself from leaking. “Shh, it’s okay. It means I’m doing my job.” “You’re doing so well for me.”

“Take notes,” if he’s feeling a little cocky, but also if he plans on switching places with you for another round. He knows that if he acts cocky now, it’ll get you to take all of your frustrations out on him when it’s your turn to fuck.

Then he’ll start to twitch inside of you once he feels the slick of your ass make the glide of his cock easier. He’ll wait for you to cum first, his hand swatting yours away to jerk you off frantically, his thumb rubbing the tip around your seeping hole, encouraging its release.

Once he notices your start to cum, he cums as well, filling you up as he staggers his movements and finally buries himself as far as he can into you. His hands are gripping your hips tightly as you tremble underneath and around him, and he leans down to kiss you passionately and sloppily.

Once he pulls out of you, he holds your ass open to watch his cum drip out of you, maybe your hole is pulsating enough to spurt some out. The queefing sound makes you both chuckle.

He’ll lean down to kiss your heaving chest and cum-stained stomach, scooping up some of your warmth with his tongue as his eyes stay on yours.

✴️ Chris 🥭

You’re gonna feel every damn skin cell when he presses into you. Every inch, every indentation, every pulse of blood coursing through his veins, will all be felt as slowly creeps inside of you. And he makes sure of it, sometimes even asking you, “You feel all of that?”, and reminding you, “That’s all yours.”

His movements will be slow, intricate, and above all, fulfilling every inch of your chasm. He’ll watch as he goes deeper, and deeper, and deeper, loving the way your lips part and take all of him (or at least attempt to).

Once he’s buried inside of you, he’ll stay there for a few moments to get himself situated mentally just as much as physically. He’ll take a couple of breaths, looking at where you’re both connected, then up at your chest to watch the way it heaves up and down, then up to your face to see the way it construes as he starts to move.

He’ll take a moment to dig himself as deep as possible, using that opportunity to roll his hips in a circle and grind his pelvis into your clit. Luckily for you, he didn’t shave, so you’ll feel his coarse pubic hair brushing against you, the new form of friction adding onto the pleasure. You’ll release a long, low moan in response— what makes him give you a cheeky grin— before he starts his movements again, long strokes in and out.

His eyes would latch onto yours, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted, as he focuses on giving you what you need. If you’re trying to push him away or creep your body away from him due to all of the sensations, he’ll pin your arms down, making you take it even more. “Don’t run.” “What’re you pushing me away for?” “Where you goin’?” “Take this dick.”

He will start to speed up as he feels your body tighten around him— Not just between your legs, but also the way your nails dig into his skin, the way your feet cross around his lower back and pull him deeper, the way your head presses into the crook of his neck as your whimpers reverberate against his skin. It’s all he needs to quicken his movements.

You’ll feel his arms tense as he gets closer to the edge, and his eyes will remain on yours, narrowed with determination as he fucks into you more quickly. He’ll either anchor himself at an angle that makes you cry out or scream the most, or he’ll lay his body against yours, pumping himself repeatedly in and out of you.

A delicious sound of yourself squelching with every thrust could probably be heard throughout the whole house as he continues at the same pace. Your juices would be pushed out of you every time he strokes inwards, and the symphony of that alongside your pretty moans would be the last thing make him fall apart.

He’d hold your shaking legs in his arms as he grips into your skin, his own orgasm coming at full force as he fills you up. His last few strokes are sloppy and beautifully disgusting, his and your orgasms pooling out of you and dripping onto whatever surface is closest. He’d straighten his body to look down and watch the pool of mess form, chuckling and smirking as his chest heaves.

When he finally pulls out of you, he’ll spread your pussy with his fingers, watching the hole convulse as your concoction of arousal drips out. He might even use his finger to push some back inside if he’s feeling the need to “make it stick”, but that’s only when the time comes and he’s ready for the risk of a pregnancy.

If he doesn’t release inside of you, he’s pulling out of you and choosing one of many options. One is that he decides to cum onto your belly. Another is to use the rest of his energy left to flip you onto your stomach, give your ass one or two spanks before ejaculating onto your cheeks. Maybe he’ll choose a third option, pulling you by your legs to bring your body closer to him, adjusting you so that he could cum in your mouth or on your face. Just thinking about the way your pretty, fucked-out eyes would look up at him always persuades him to choose that last option.

[nat111love]

MY FAULT: LONDON (2025)

[gearbroth]

Repairs

[perrigoaway]

I’ll be opening art requests via the ask box! It’d love it if you sent one in!! :D

[tom-is-online]

can you draw akito pushing tsukasa down the stairs based on this conversation 😜

i can absolutely do this thank you for giving me the chance to live through Akito Shinonome

[sturnioz]

shy!reader has been pretty much m.i.a all week, and fratboy!chris does not care. no seriously, he doesn’t care.

he’s just kept his eyes peeled every night through crowds of sweaty bodies jammed into his living room, and even through the sluggish crowds of tired students in college hallways, yet he couldn’t find you.

it was on the 6th night when chris was seriously considering showing up at your place — for no reason just he needed your lit notes, of course —when he received a text from nick.

nick, the eldest — and no doubt more mature —triplet. chris’ eyebrows furrowed at the notification, why was nick texting him at 10:30pm on a weeknight? kid cares way too much about being on time for class in the mornings

—

Nick: *image attached* isn’t this one of your girls?

—

the somewhat blurry picture was taken from a distance in the old, dusty library on campus. you sat in a corner, a mess of notes, books and your laptop sprawled on the desk in front of you. you looked weak, your hair a mess, bags prominent under your eyes.

before chris could even react, his phone buzzed again

—

i’m not a total creeper, i’ve just noticed her here every night this week and i’m pretty sure she has not changed her sweatshirt once

or pretty much left this library.

i seriously hope this is actually her and not a complete stranger

you know what, i’m talking to her. don’t change my mind.

—

chris groaned, the realisation of finals week dawning on him. sometimes chris forgets how much college actually means to you, and how ridiculously sick it makes you.

he did not have time for this, he had customers to please, yet - he didn’t hesitate. he’s huffing and complaining pretty much the whole time, but he’s quick to make his way over to the library he’s really not too familiar with, saving you from the shackles that is a conversation with a redbull fueled nick sturniolo.

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you can take it from here, love u pooks mwah

- 🫧

gonna take it from here in shy!readers pov cos i want nick and shy!reader to have some one on one time before fratboy!chris grumpily comes over !!

your back aches with a constant throb, your eyes feel gritty and sore, and a dull headache pulses at your temples, making it difficult for you to concentrate. hunched over in the dimly lit corner of the library, you've spent countless of hours — days — buried in textbooks, scribbles notes and laptop screens, desperately trying to absorb everything before your exams.

the week has been relentless, leaving you physically and emotionally drained, as if the weight of your studies is pressing down on you.

you haven't seen chris in almost a week. the silence has been deafening — no texts lighting up your phone, no calls breaking the quiet, and no facetime calls at late hours. truth be told, you did put your phone on do not disturb, silencing any incoming calls to shield yourself from distractions. it's not that you intended to cut off all communication completely; you simply needed space.

you needed to be alone, to gather your thoughts, and to focus on your studies, to not be distracted by his intense social life.

however, you are distracted when someone slams a stack of textbooks onto the table opposite you, the sound echoing in the quiet space. startled, you lift your tired gaze, and your heart thumps when you recognise a familiar that slumps into the seat across from you.

he runs a hand through his tousled mullet, adjusting the thin-framed glasses that rest on the bridge of his nose before flashing you a friendly grin.

you know who he is. you've seen him in countless pictures and instagram posts with chris and matt. yet, despite your familiarity with his image, you've never met him in person — you never even spoke a word to each other, and you find yourself sliding further down in your seat, a wave of awkwardness and shyness washing over you.

"hello—fuck!" nick curses as he sets his can of red bull down on the wooden table, only for it to topple over and spill a little. flustered and annoyed, he mutters under his breath, hastily dabbing at the tiny droplets on the table with the sleeve of his sweater. his eyes finally meet yours again, and he offers another grin. "hello."

"hi.." you manage to respond, your voice barely above a whisper.

"i've noticed that you're, like, constantly glued to this fucking seat, like you haven't moved the entire week—" nick pauses mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he realises how awful his wording sounds. he quickly holds up his hand, a look of urgency in his expression. "i'm not a creep. i wasn't staring at you. i know you—i think i know you—no, i do know you. you're, like, kinda with my brother. chris. that's you, right? god, tell me that's you, 'cos i'm gonna end up losing my mind—"

"yeah," you cut off his intense rambling, which is probably fuelled by the red bull he keeps fidgeting with. "that... that's me, yeah."

nick blinks at you in silence for a moment before he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, and he bluntly says. "wow, you really are quiet," you become a little flustered at that, tearing your gaze away from him until he asks incredulously. "the fuck are you doing with chris of all people?"

a subtle smile pulls at your lips at that, especially when you glance back at his face and see the shock etched across it. honestly, you don't even know what you're doing with chris, but it wouldn't exactly be appropriate to go into the details with his brother. so, you simply shrug your shoulders in response.

nick suddenly deadpans. "blink twice if you need my help."

now that makes you laugh — a genuine, unexpected sound that splutters past your lips. you quickly cover your mouth, eyes widening as the sound echoes through the library and you glance around, paranoid that someone might shoot you the dirtiest look and demand you to shut up or leave.

but nick waves it off dismissively when he notices your worries, "they can go fuck themselves."

you remain silent for a moment, considering his words, before stating, "we... are in a library."

"then they can go fuck themselves quietly."

another genuine, but quieter, laugh escapes you. you find yourself relaxing a bit more with him, opening up and feeling more comfortable as nick takes charge of the conversation; showing genuine interest in your major, your studies, and your hobbies.

you do the same, getting to know him better, and even getting a little excited when you realise how many similarities you share. the more you chat, the more your cheeks start to hurt from smiling so much. the tiredness that had once taken over you begins to fade away, replaced by a lightness you haven't felt in days, and your books and notes sit forgotten on the table.

however, your head perks up in surprise when you spot chris walking through the double doors. he's wearing a beanie on top of his head with tuffs of curly hair peeking out, a hoodie that swallows his frame, and his hands are shoved deep in the pockets of his sweatpants.

he glances around the library, his eyes finally zeroing in on you and nick at the far end of the room. you can't quite read his expression — his face stoic as he makes his way over.

he drops down in the chair beside you, and nick immediately pulls a face, shooting you a look that makes you giggle again, and chris huffs at the sound, clearly unimpressed.

"stop botherin' her," chris mutters, his foot hooking comfortably beneath your chair as he settles in.

"m'not."

chris rolls his eyes, ignoring nick's response as he turns his attention to you. he takes you in for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing as he says, "tell him he's botherin' you, kid."

you can't help but smile gently. "he's not bothering me. he's been fun.. i like his company."

"told you," nick muses across from across the table. chris snaps his head towards nick, shooting him a glare as nick lifts the can of red bull to his mouth, a smirk spreading across his lips as he adds, "bitch."

[fallenclan]

shits gettin REAL!!!! who is pumped. i know i am. enjoy the random ass starclan cat cameos that I crammed in here <3

finished this update JUST in time, but next week I'm gonna be even more busy so I guess we'll see!

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[deerspherestudios]

Hello hello! I'm excited to announce my submission for the Monstrous Desires 2024 Jam: Astronought is out! 🌑🎉

If you're interested, I really hope it's not with the expectations that it'll be similar to MO. I really wanted to try out different things with a new character and had a lot of fun with the process!

Be sure to heed the general warnings, and if you're sensitive to body horror,,, maybe sit this one out hjhs (tbh it's my first time attempting it so it's probably not even that graphic but just a heads up! There will be mentions of fleshy things!)

Anyhoo, I don't know if MO enjoyers will like it, but it's certainly a game I made! If there's any bugs/issues I'll get to them as soon as I can! Maybe you'll like it, maybe you won't; I made it, so have it! <3 /aff

[hona-hona]

Hey! Do you take art requests? If you do it would be really cool to see your interpretation of nick and Charlie as adults on a date night! If not then have an amazing day regardless!!

P.s I love your art so much, you're so talented!!🫶

here they are !! (click for better quality)

solely my own interpretation! i guess they're a mix of canon comic adult versions, the actors at different times, and my personal preferences. hope you like them :3

[goose-gallery]

The fun part about being an artist is sometimes you have ideas and then you do them

[narliee]

liz’s 8k celebration 🥤+ narlie by @charliexspring

[nickssidewitch]

https://www.tumblr.com/nickssidewitch/781731137745764352/i-feel-like-were-lowkey-runnin-out-of-freaky?source=share

Headcannons of Chris or matt letting their gf sit on their face😋

🥵🍑 Sturniolo Triplets Face-Sitting Headcanons 🔞😩 (Based on Tarot Readings)

☄️ Chris 🌟

He will grab your thighs tightly, his fingers creating indentations on your skin as he holds you down onto his face.

You’d be locked into his grasp, groaning and moaning with every lick and tug and suck on your labia and clitoris, holding onto the headboard of the bed with all your strength as he uses all of his to make sure you’re screaming.

His hands will massage and caress you, starting from your hips, to your thighs, trailing to your ass, kneading it and smacking it to hear the lovely squeals and moans you’ll emit.

He loves to hear the loud noises and feel the tremors that roll down your spine to between your legs where his mouth is going to town.

He’ll definitely take moments to watch your reactions if he can see from where he is, and that’ll be more of his motivation.

He’ll go fast and never even stop to take a breath. That is, until you start tugging on his hair, and he remembers he has to breathe.

If you’re bigger in size and feel concerned about being too big somehow, he definitely doesn’t care. He’ll tell you to suffocate him. He likes the thrill of it all. And it makes you even more delicious.

He’ll try his best to play with your breasts/chest whenever he can. A simple tug and twist of the nipples or a jiggle of the boobs will cause you to moan and whine even more, and that’s exactly what he wants (plus just the added fun of feeling breasts and/or nipples 😭)

When you’re close, he’ll start to feel you tremble even more, and that’s when he’ll hold you down even more! He wants to capture all of it, even get his whole face wet by the end. And if he has a goatee? You’re gonna stain him 😭

Things I can hear him saying:

“More, huh? You want more? I’ll give you more?”

“Too big? Nuh-uh. Sit down right here.”

“Use me like I’m your damn chair, baby.”

“Stay right there”

“Gimme all of it, c’mon”

“Mhm…mhm…yeah…”

“Give it to me.”

“Move them hips for me”

“Fuuuuuck, look at all of that”

“You want me to fuck those titties after? Yeah?”

*muffled speech*

*Blowing raspberries* (he’s so annoying 😭🤍)

💫 Matt 🌐

He has a thing for being smothered by you. 😭 He wants to feel your skin and fat just smoosh onto him. It’s cushiony.

He’ll reach down and jerk himself off while doing it, or he’ll have you facing the other way to do it.

69 seems like a possibility in this case. He wants to feel your mouth on him as well. He wants to see how much pleasure you and him both can handle.

He loves to make you feel good. He’ll take his time figuring you out. Do you like getting your clit sucked more than being licked? Do you like feeling his nose against you? Do you like to be blown on? Those are the things he wants to figure out.

And once he finds those sweet spots, you’re done for 😭 He’s going in, not stopping. He wants you to squirm and cry out for him. He wants to feel your skin get close around his tongue. He wants to drink you up like you’re the only source of water in the desert. And he won’t stop until every single drop is gone.

Things I hear him saying:

“Babyyyy, c’moooon…”

“Look at you on top of me. Isn’t that nice?”

“Doesn’t this feel good? Yeah?”

“This pussy’s so good, you know that?”

“My delicious pussy…”

“C’mon, give me more…”

“More? Please? For me.”

“You need my fingers? I’ll give you my fingers, too.”

“No, no you can take it. Stay right on top of me. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

No, you won’t hurt me, I promise.”

Afterwards: “No I’m not sitting on your face now, honey.”

🪁 Nick 🪻

Quick tongue, quick hands, quick mouth. Not just when he’s on a tangent 😉

He’ll grip your thighs and hold you down, pulling you closer the farther you try to pull away.

He’ll smack your ass with one hand and hold onto the curve of your hip the next. You ain’t going nowhere.

He’ll be working his tongue around the rim teasingly before sticking his tongue inside. He wants to get you eased and teased into it before beginning. He’ll even use his thumb to massage the rim.

He’ll spread you open even more, parting your ass or using his fingers to open your hole up more.

He’ll jerk you off at the same time if he’s able to reach your cock, starting off with slow strokes before speeding up in tight, circular motions up to the frenulum.

He’ll bring you down a bit to suck you off, and if he’s in a more submissive mood, he’ll let you fuck his face.

When you’re finally close, he’s speeding up until the big bang, letting you release all over him, or right down his throat.

Things I hear him saying:

He’ll look up and wave at you before saying “Hiii”

“Look at you… so pretty.”

He’s not that much of a talker or I just don’t hear much other than saliva and sucking and gagging.

“You’re getting close, huh? C’mon, let go.”

[bamsblooming]

Cupid’s Chokehold ⊹ ࣪ ˖ C.S

After, a long, tiresome day. All Chris wants to do is cling onto you, you could even say that cupid has him in a chokehold. Once he wants something, he doesn’t stop until he’s content. So when he gets home, takes off his coat and throws his bag on the floor, all he wants is you to be back into his arms once more for sure.

CONTAINS જ⁀➴ fluff! clingy!chris 🫦 pet names : babe, ma, baby // WORD COUNT : 1593 // A/N = thank you soso much anon for requesting this!!! AND WTF?! THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!

7:30pm

You were already all settled on the couch, a cushy blanket draped over your legs. The day had dragged on, draining in a way that settled into your bones. Being all relaxed like this, felt like a reward. Like, slipping into something welcoming after hours of enduring the outside world.

The cushions moulded into your body as they gave into your weight, warm and inviting. The plush blanket was settled over you just right, not too heavy, nor light. Just enough to cause you to sink further into the haven of your couch.

In the background, the mellow hum of the TV ricocheted off the walls, some show playing, arguably more for comfort than actual attention. It was perfect, serene. Undisturbed.

7:50pm

But being in a relationship with Chris? The peacefulness didn’t last long. You suddenly hear the front door swing open. Before you even had the chance to look up, there’s the telltale thud of his bag hitting the floor, followed by the echoed rustling of fabric as he shrugs his coat off and tosses it aside to be a future problem, even the heavy sigh that escaped him made it clear that his day was just as long and draining. He didn’t care where anything landed. Why? Well, his only mission right now is you.

Your gaze drifts up, and thats when you see him — his eyes heavy, shoulders slumped, and exhaustion written all over his poor face. A word didn’t even slip out of your mouth before he’s on you. Throwing himself on the couch like it was life or death to him. Immediately, his arms wrapped around you and his head finds your shoulder as if it was second nature.

“Babe, I had the longest day,” he sighs dramatically, his voice a little low, but filled with that tacit need for comfort as he squeezes you tighter. “I’m so glad to be home, I missed you sooo much.” He murmurs, the weight of his body pressing into yours as he snuggles against you, inhaling the consolation of your essence. His legs entangle with yours, making sure there’s not an inch of space left between you two, as if he’s been affection-deprived.

You attempt to shift, maybe grab the remote, but he whines. Actually whines. Nuzzling into your side like he’s found the perfect spot.

“No, no, no. Don’t move yet. Just, let me stay like this for a sec.”

A ‘sec’ turns into 15 minutes, then 35, then 40. His weight presses into you as his body relaxes completely, yet his grip was tight enough as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. He was settled against you like he never wanted to move again.

And just like that, you’re trapped under the weight of your clingy, lovesick boyfriend. Because after a dreadful, exhausted day, all he wanted was to be wrapped up in your embrace. It was amusing, really, he was breathing into you like he’s been away for weeks instead of hours. Yet, you stroked his hair affectionately, knowing he needed it. There was no turning back. You were seriously stuck, he was serious about staying like this. serious.

8:30pm

Finally, you manage to wiggle free by bribing him with the pledge of a home-cooked meal. But patently. that doesn't mean that he's letting you go. Nope. Never. Now, he's pursuing behind you like a lost puppy.

As you move around the kitchen adeptly, he still finds a way to keep affixed to you — the moment he reaches you, his arms slip and encircled around you, firmly pulling your back flush against his chest. The weight of the day seemed to seep away as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm and steady against your neck, watching you intently as you stirred the existing mixture on the stove.

"You smell nice," he murmurs against your neck, voice thick with exhaustion.

"Thank you, my love." You mutter, trying to grab something from the fridge, he shadowed along, huddling way too close, fingers absentmindedly brushing against your waist with his chin on your shoulder. You're practically trying to cook with a cuddle monster.

9:00pm

Settling down in your seat to eat should show a degree of separation, right? Nope, you were hugely mistaken. Chris hauls his chair ridiculously close, one hand reposing on your thigh the whole time. You can’t even manage to shift a centimetre away, he just shifts even closer.

“Hey, don’t run from me..” He teases and whines with a playful pout. even though you’ve moved an inch at most. You roll your eyes, but he just smiles proudly, squeezing your knee like he’s won.

9:35pm

You finish up dinner, clearing the table together as usual. Hey, just maybe the night will feel easier as both of you guys begin to wind down and you can finally get some space. But no, he's already gently steering you back against the counter, his hands ghosting over your waist, each step back a silent invitation until the cool counter greets your spine. His touch isn't anything close to unyielding — it's unhurried, a quiet insistence that he yearns for you to be near.

His arms wrap around you the moment you halt, tenderly drawing you flush against him as if the unoccupied stretch of space between you is excruciating. His head sinks onto your shoulder, the heat of his breath brushes your skin, warm and teasing like a soft whisper. His fingers tighten at your sides, unwilling to let go.

"Stay here, please. Don't move. Ever." He murmurs, his voice soft yet unwavering. His hold is featherlight yet resolute, like he can't help but reach for you, to know that you're here with him and long for him like how he longs for you. And in all honestly, you have no inclination to move at all.

10:00pm

The night is winding down, you get up after lazing on the couch with Chris. You begin to walk to the bathroom to commence your nighttime routine, and guess what? He ensues, refusing to stay in the living room like you thought he would. Instead, he's following closely at your heels, his footsteps a little too close for comfort. He's always just a few steps behind, following you through the house like he's on a mission. His mission? To get as adjacent to you as possible.

"Ma, wait up!"

You cast a little glance over your shoulder to see him leaning against the doorframe, arms folded casually as his gaze lingers on you, a tender smile on his face. Yet, in his eyes, theres something else beneath the warmth that they hold — A silent plea, barely concealed but filled with desperate longing and an unspoken hope. Just hoping that you'll let him join you in the bathroom.

A light laugh escapes you, followed by an eye roll. He doesn't even wait for an invitation, already pushing off the doorway and walking towards you, positioning himself behind you in the bathroom. The space begins to shrink around him, filled with a powerful allure. In the soft, ambient light of the bathroom, his figure is defined by a delicate shadow. Leaning over the counter, his chin comes to find its place and settles into the familiar curve of your shoulder with a soft movement. The warmth of his skin contrasts with the brisk air and the faint mist heightening from the tap. Even in this close proximity, his eyes were silently asking to be closer than ever before, like he wants to crawl into your skin.

"M'not leaving you in here by yourself, baby." He mumbles, his voice velvety and warm, as though each syllable was soaked in affection. The tenderness in his tone lingers in the air between you. Attempting to show you just how much you mean to him without saying it outright as if he's afraid to disrupt the fragile intimacy between you. His tone is reverent, as though every breath he draws in your presence is weighted and cherished like a precious gift, as though he's silently thanking the universe for the simple, mere chance to be near you.

Attempting to give him some space, you make a small effort to grab a towel, possibly even tidy up the shelf. Nonetheless, he's fucking relentless, every movement you made was mirrored by him, in a way that he cannot bear to stray from you.

10:20pm

Yet, even as you finish your dental routine, doing skincare, and getting ready for bed yet you can feel his presence at your back. You finally slip into the covers, the soft sheets feeling indulgent against your skin. But obviously, its not just the sheets that you're intwined in, it was the closeness that has you both entrapped in something far deeper than linen. Within moments, he's snugly nestled beside you. His arm draped around your body in a clingy embrace in a way that suggests that his body was instinctively seeking the warmth of yours. His face settling into the crook of your neck, breathing you in as if it's the only place he belongs.

"Mmm, this is perfect," he murmurs sleepily, planting a slow, warm kiss to your shoulder.

Even in his heavy-eyed state, he's still holding onto you like an anchor, You attempt to adjust, but he constricts his grip with a sleepy grunt.

"Nope. Mine. Stay."

And before you know it, just like that, you're fastened for the night. Wrapped in the embrace of your hopelessly devoted, irresistibly and utterly clingy boyfriend.

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