#mattsmonkeys

In which Chris is on a Twitch live with Matt until he sees you cuddled up on his bed. He can’t resist, he has to leave the stream.

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None!! Enjoy loves!

Notes: I’m BACKKKKK!! I took a year off to really focus on my metal health and all I’m going to say is shit was ROUGH. But I’m happy to be back and I’m excited to write again! BTWWW!!! - Portuguese is my first language so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes! I consider myself fluent by now but there’s definitely things I could improve on :)

Chris leaned back in his gaming chair, running a hand through his hair as he scanned the chat flying by on his second monitor. The stream had been going for a couple hours now — chill vibes, some chatting, a little bit of gaming, a lot of teasing his chat for being chaotic as usual.

"Alright, alright, who's spamming the heart emotes? I see you," he said with a grin, shaking his head. The chat exploded with "💕💕💕" and "CHRIS IS BLUSHING" and "he's thinking about her." He laughed it off, but honestly? They weren't wrong.

It was getting late, almost midnight, and a comfortable tiredness was settling into his bones. He was about to queue up another game with Matt when his eyes drifted toward his bed that was out of frame. And there you were.

Lying on your side, wrapped in his hoodie (the gray one he never let you steal, except he always did), blankets pulled up to your chin. Your eyes were closed, your breathing slow and even, one hand tucked under your pillow. The soft glow of the hallway light caught your face just right, and Chris felt his entire chest go warm.

He forgot for a second that he was live. "Holy—” He caught himself, letting out a quiet laugh. The chat exploded again.

"WHAT IS HE LOOKING AT"

"CHRIS??"

"he saw her chat he's done for"

"bro is GONE"

Chris smiled and leaned into the headset mic close, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur. “Yeah I gotta go guys. Matt, im hopping off.” The chat flooded with "WAIT" and "NOOO" and "IT'S HER ISN'T IT." He didn't even read them. He just clicked the "Leave Stream" button, pulled off his headset, and pushed back from the desk.

He padded towards the bed as quietly as he could, but the floorboards gave him away with a soft creak. You stirred, blinking sleepily. "Chris?" Your voice was all fuzzy and warm. "Go back to sleep," he whispered, already sliding into bed beside you. You turned toward him without thinking, pressing your face into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blanket up over both of your shoulders.

"Stream ended early?" you mumbled against his shirt. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, breath warm in your hair. "Yeah," he said softly. "Matt was getting tired." But in Matt’s room, the chat was still flooded with heart emojis and people yelling about how down bad their favorite streamer was. Matt rolled his eyes knowing exactly why Chris left.

Neither of you knew. Neither of you cared. Chris was right where he wanted to be.


Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Reader


Genre: fluff, established relationship


Warnings: It gets a bit heated but nothing bad at all. Let me know if you guys want a NSFW version!!

Side note: Portuguese is my first language so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes! I don’t know english very well yet!!

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You were supposed to be watching a movie.

That’s what you told yourself an hour ago, legs tangled with Chris’s on the couch, his hoodie swallowing your frame, your head tucked under his chin as his fingers played idly with your hair.

But the movie had long since faded into background noise, and now… now his fingers weren’t exactly staying in your hair.

Chris’s palm had settled on your ass, warm and heavy, his thumb brushing lazy circles over your skin. The occasional squeeze, the way his pinky slipped just under the hem of your shorts — it wasn’t innocent. And he knew it.

You shifted slightly, pressing your leg more firmly against his, testing him.

He didn’t even pretend to act innocent.

“You keep moving like that, and I’m not gonna be able to sit still,” he murmured, voice low and teasing against your ear, his breath making your skin rise with goosebumps.

You smirked. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”

He tilted his head back slightly to look at you, that familiar boyish grin spreading across his lips—but his eyes were anything but playful. They were dark, focused, completely locked on you.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” he said, his voice rougher now, hands trailing a little higher. “Drivin’ me crazy and you want to act all innocent.”

“I’m not acting innocent,” you whispered back, shifting again — this time deliberately settling into his lap.

Chris hissed under his breath, hands tightening at your waist. “Alright,” he muttered, “that’s it.”

The next second, you were on your back on the couch cushions, his body hovering over yours, one hand still wrapped around your waist, the other braced beside your head.

Your breath caught.

You’d seen this look before — the smirk, the mischief, the heat — but paired with the way his thumb now brushed your bottom lip, it sent a wave of warmth straight through you.

“Still want me to sit still?” he asked, leaning down, lips ghosting over your neck.

You shook your head, fingers finding the hem of his shirt and tugging him down to you. “Not even a little.”

He kissed you slowly at first — deep, molten, the kind of kiss that built pressure in your chest and made your toes curl. But it didn’t stay slow for long.

His hands roamed your waist, your hips, learning every curve like they hadn’t already memorized you. His mouth moved from your lips to your jaw, to the space beneath your ear that made your breath hitch and your hands grip his shoulders.

“You’re unreal,” he muttered against your skin, pressing hot kisses down your neck. “How do you always do this to me?”

“Do what?” you asked, half-dazed.

“Make me want to stop time.”

And in that moment, it really did feel like time had slowed — the golden afternoon light spilling across his shoulders, the soft hum of music playing somewhere in the background, the weight of his body on yours, grounding you, warming you, making you feel like the only person in the universe.

Chris’s forehead pressed to yours, both of you slightly out of breath but grinning like fools.

“Okay,” he whispered, nudging your nose with his, “five more minutes like this… then maybe we actually finish the movie.”

You smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.

“Or,” you whispered against his lips, “we never leave the couch.”

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Warnings: fluff, kind of sub chris if you squint, petnames (mama, baby), lmk if I missed any!!

Side note: Portuguese is my first language so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes! I don’t know english very well yet I literally just use a translator 😭

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The sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Chris is on top of you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as you gently trace slow circles on his back. It was one of those quiet mornings where time felt like it belonged only to the two of you.

Chris shifted slightly, eyes still closed, and let out a sleepy sigh. He knew you had places to be today, but nothing seemed more important than being in your arms. “Mama…” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and something warm.

You smiled, heart fluttering at the nickname. “Yeah, baby?”

He opened one eye to look up at you, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Can you stay home today? Just holding me?”

You tightened your arms around him. “I’d stay forever if I could but I have a few things to do today.”

Chris nuzzled into your chest, his breath warm against your skin. “But I don’t want you to go.”

The whine that left his lips was pathetic.

He grips your bare waist from under his your hoodie, as if you were going to disappear if he let go. “I’m sorry love. I pinky promise I’ll be back before you know I’m gone.”

You try to get up, kissing the top of his head and lifting the covers from your tangled bodies. But Chris is deadweight on top of you, and there’s almost no way for you to escape. Thats when you realize you aren’t budging.

He laughed quietly, a soft sound that made your heart melt. “I’m not letting you go anywhere ma.”

Chris reached up, fingers gently brushing your cheek. “You’re my safe space.” You accept your fate that you aren’t going anywhere today and melt into Chris’s touch.

“I love you so much baby,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to his forehead.