How I Love Being A Girl ♡ ( I Hate It🎀 )

why do i lowkey ship you and zane 🥹

crazy shit.

here are some ss of todays new videooo angels! it was SO funnyyyy,i love how they got really comfortable and let them free on cam these past few weeks

09/06/24‼️

love yall💘🎀💋

@hoeforchrizz @mattscoquette @mattslolita @annalisesturnioloxo @elsturnioloo @flouqiis

THEY WERE SOOOOO CUTESY AND BABYYY AND I WANTED TO CUDDLE THEM ALL SOOO BAD. just tell me how isn't Chris mine already? and if anyone tries telling us we don't know them and they don't even know who we are.SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. I DONT WANNA HEAR IT. lemme live love my delulu self🤚🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🩷💘🎀

heyy can i be 🎠 anon?

hii ofc it's all yours!

MY BABYYYYYY😭😝

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Lili's moments of '24.. ☆

Since this year is coming to an end I'd love to thank to all of you that i met,became friends with bc, I couldn't be happier,yall mean sosososososooo much to me and i wouldn't change a thing,im thankful for all of our little convos,yaps sessions,gossips and the happy moments I shared with yall,i hope we never stop being friends and that the next year will bring us more moments tg to remember and even more of you to meet and get close to!! ♡♡

here are some of yall im happy to bring into new year with me : @chrislilcumslvt @mattscoquette @strnilolover @adoreechxmpion @sharky-the-idiot @itszane @stellasturns @aether-17 @luvleyangeldust @mattsbunnyxx @flouqiis @matthewsturniolofanboy (m'sorry if i forgot someone i love yall so much i promise 🥹)

-xoxo

make up, make out (or just finger her.)

𝘣𝘴𝘧!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

contains ➛ ★ smut ★ fingering ★ best friends to something ★ praising ★ dirty talk ★ pet names ★

based on this

𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦!

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you were still mad.

not the kind of mad where you’re yelling or making some dramatic scene. just… simmering. quiet. the kind of mad that sits right under your skin and makes your jaw lock a little too tight and your arms cross without you realizing. matt was driving, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping a little too aggressively on his thigh, and the silence in the car was so loud it felt like it was screaming.

you had gone with him today because he asked, and you always did. didn’t matter where or why—if matt needed something, you were there. but the way he handled the situation earlier? reckless. impulsive. he snapped at someone who didn’t even deserve it, all because he was frustrated, and you had called him out on it. told him he could’ve handled it better. that he was being stupid and irresponsible and escalating something that didn’t need to be.

and maybe you didn’t have to say it like that. maybe you said it a little too harshly. maybe you forgot how short his temper could be when he felt like he was being criticized.

but still. you weren’t wrong.

he hadn’t said much since you got in the car. just the occasional sigh and that quiet grinding of his teeth that meant he was still stewing in it. and you didn’t say anything either, too busy replaying the argument over and over in your head, wondering if you should’ve just shut your mouth and let it go. you weren’t supposed to go home tonight. you were supposed to stay over. he had stuff to do early tomorrow and it just made sense. but now, the thought of staying in his room, in his bed, with this tension between you—it made your stomach twist in the worst way.

when you got to his place, he didn’t say anything. just unlocked the door and let you in, his footsteps heavy against the wood floors. you followed him out of habit more than anything, into his room, dropping your bag by the corner. you sat on the edge of his bed and he just stood there, arms crossed, brows furrowed like he was still trying to hold back the last of his anger. the silence made everything worse. you looked up at him, irritated and tired and just needing this whole thing to be over.

“are you just gonna stand there like an idiot?”

his eyebrows raised. “i don’t know. you make it pretty clear you don’t want me close to you right now.”

that shut you up.

you looked away, jaw clenched again, lips pressed into a thin line. you didn’t want to admit how much that stung. because it was true. or at least, it felt true with how things had gone down. you didn’t mean to make him feel like that, but there wasn’t much else you could say now without making it worse. he sighed. heavy and annoyed. then scoffed under his breath.

“fine. be like that. i’m goin’ to sleep.”

he stripped off his t-shirt and pants like it was just any other night. like everything wasn’t completely off between you. then he climbed into bed next to you, turning away, facing the wall. it was so damn cold, and not in the temperature kind of way.

you sat there for a while, arms wrapped around yourself, staring at the floor like it held some kind of answer. but you weren’t going home. not now. not at this hour. and definitely not when you both felt like shit. so eventually, you peeled off your pants, tugged off your bra under your shirt, and slid under the covers. your back was to him, and you stared into the darkness, wishing this didn’t suck so bad. sleepovers were supposed to be easy. comforting. they always had been. you needed this comfort more than you’d admit, but now it just felt… wrong.

you didn’t even notice when he turned over. didn’t realize his arm had moved until his fingers brushed your waist, tentative and slow. your whole body tensed for half a second, but then you melted. it was automatic—like muscle memory. like your body knew better than your mind did. his hand stayed there, warm and grounding, then started tracing soft, lazy shapes into your skin. he didn’t say anything. didn’t apologize. didn’t expect you to. but that one little touch was everything you didn’t know you needed.

his fingers drifted lower, almost absentmindedly, like he was just following whatever instinct pulled him closer to you. when they reached your inner thigh, your breath caught just a little. not because it was sudden. not because it was inappropriate. but because it felt like something shifted in the air between you—something unspoken and new. you didn’t stop him.

you didn’t want to.

and he didn’t push. he didn’t move fast or demand anything. just kept tracing those soft, slow circles like he was testing the waters. like he was still asking, in his own quiet way, if this was okay. if you still wanted him close, even after everything.

you shifted just slightly, pressing back into him, and that was all the answer he needed.

his fingers slid higher, slow and deliberate, like he was testing just how far he could go without breaking something unspoken between you. but the moment they brushed higher—really higher—into that space he never would've dared to touch, your breath hitched. a quiet, shaky little inhale that betrayed everything you were trying to keep contained.

you still didn’t stop him.

and that was the moment. that was when something shifted—something neither of you acknowledged, not out loud anyway. his fingertips glided between your thighs, and when he found the warmth there, the wetness that had bloomed without permission, he stilled for just a second. like he was surprised. like maybe he wasn’t expecting to find you like that.

but then his touch deepened, fingers gliding through it, spreading it gently, and your hips rocked forward—just a little. involuntary. like your body was already ahead of you, making decisions your mind was too slow to catch up to.

you weren’t even sure why this was happening. sure, matt was attractive. you’d always known that. he was matt—he was handsome, warm, funny and familiar, and he had always been yours in some way. but the comfort of your friendship had never crossed this kind of line. cuddling, sure. even spooning so close it was hard to breathe sometimes. but this?

this was different.

his nose brushed against the back of your neck, his breath warm and shaky like yours, and you felt his hand move again—fingers sliding lower, slower, slipping through the slick heat of you with a touch so gentle it made your thighs twitch. one of your hands gripped the sheets, the other curled tight into a fist against your chest, trying to ground yourself, trying not to fall too fast into this feeling you couldn’t name.

matt’s fingers circled you slowly, exploring, teasing, until you let out a quiet sound—half a gasp, half a moan that you didn’t mean to let escape.

he paused, just for a moment.

“…you okay?” his voice was low, hoarse, barely a whisper against your skin.

you nodded before you could think. “…yeah. just—keep going.”

and he did.

he pressed in closer, his chest flush against your back, his hand cupping you more firmly now as his fingers found a rhythm on your clit, slow and deep and just barely there, like he was still trying to be careful. still unsure if he was really allowed to do this. but your body said yes before you ever did. the way your thighs parted just a little more. the way your hips lifted to meet his touch. the way your breath hitched every time he brushed right where you needed him most.

this wasn’t a mistake. it just didn’t feel like one. and if it was?

neither of you were ready to stop.

his fingers moved slow, steady, deep—like he was taking his time learning every part of you he’d never dared to touch before tonight. the heat of his body pressed along your back, chest rising and falling against you, breath warm against your neck as he kissed your skin in lazy, unhurried passes. like he was trying to make up for everything without saying the words. but even through the haze of pleasure curling tight in your belly, the tension still lingered.

you turned your face into the pillow, eyes half-lidded, breath uneven. “i’m still mad at you,” you breathed, voice barely audible.

he didn’t stop. didn’t hesitate. his lips brushed over the back of your neck again, tender and warm.

“and i’m sincerely apologizing,” he whispered into your skin.

then he kissed you again, a little lower, and you felt the apology settle deeper in your chest when he pushed his fingers in—stretching you open, filling you so perfectly you had to bite your lip to keep quiet.

you gasped, your hips rocking back into his hand instinctively. the tension between you melted just a little more with every slow, deliberate curl of his fingers inside you. and those kisses—soft and slow, dotting a trail from your neck to your shoulder—felt like a thousand quiet i’m sorrys he didn’t know how to say out loud.

“you didn’t have to snap like that,” you whispered, breath catching as his fingers thrust just a little deeper.

“i know,” he murmured. “i lost my shit. should’ve listened to you.”

his voice was rough with guilt, threaded with regret, but his hand was steady. patient. like he was trying to fix it with every motion, every gentle thrust that made your stomach tighten and your thighs tremble.

“i hated fighting with you,” you admitted, softer now.

his nose grazed the side of your neck, and you felt him exhale, long and quiet.

“me too,” he said. “don’t ever want to do that again.”

you believed him. not just because of the words, but because of the way he was touching you—like you were something precious, like he was trying to hold you together after being the one to crack you open. his fingers moved again, rubbing slow circles over your clit with his thumb while the other two thrust deeper, firmer, curling just right—and your body arched, chasing the edge without thinking.

whatever had snapped between you hours ago had shifted again. and this time… it didn’t feel like something breaking. it felt like something new. something honest. you weren’t done being mad. but god, it was hard to hold onto the anger when he was holding you like this.

when he was giving you everything.

his fingers kept moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, curling just right inside you while his thumb rubbed over your clit with enough pressure to keep your hips tilting, chasing every wave of pleasure that rippled through you. his chest stayed pressed against your back, solid and warm, his skin hot where it touched yours—his mouth never straying far from your neck, dropping soft kisses between murmured apologies and quiet, breathy praises.

“feel so fuckin' good,” he whispered, almost like he couldn’t believe it. “been thinking about this… thinking about you—and now you’re here, letting me touch you like this…”

his voice was low and hoarse and full of something that made your heart clench, made your body tighten around his fingers all over again. you whimpered when his fingers pushed deeper, your hand reaching back to grip his thigh, grounding yourself as he moved faster, more sure now. your thighs were trembling, your skin burning from the inside out, and still, all you could feel was him. his hand, his voice, his breath on your skin, and the way his hips subtly pressed forward against you, like he couldn’t take not being fully inside you much longer.

you turned your head slightly, barely catching his eyes in the low light. “you’re still annoying as hell,” you whispered, breath hitching as his fingers pressed right there again.

he chuckled softly, lips brushing your shoulder. “yeah, but you’re letting me finger you, so i must be doing something right.”

you let out a shaky laugh—half from amusement, half from how good he was making you feel—and your head dropped back onto the pillow as he kept going, as the pressure inside you built to a breaking point.

your whole body was tense, teetering on the edge, and his free hand moved to your waist, gripping it gently like he could feel you getting closer. “that’s it,” he murmured, kissing just behind your ear. “cum f'me, baby. come on…”

and you did.

your body seized around him, thighs shaking, breath breaking in uneven gasps as the orgasm rolled through you, hard and relentless. your hand clutched the sheets, your whole body curling into him as the waves hit again and again and again. he didn’t pull away. didn’t stop until your hips twitched and your breathing turned ragged, until the only sound in the room was your soft whimpering as you came down. only then did he slowly slip his fingers out, his hand gliding down your thigh to soothe the aftershocks.

you stayed quiet for a moment, your head buried in the pillow, catching your breath.

then you turned, just enough to glance back at him. his eyes were already on you—wide, soft, searching.

“you're horrible at apologizing. you know that?” you whispered.

he smirked a little, brushing your hair off your face. “mmh. i just made you cum on my fingers. i think that's good enough to show you how sorry i am.”

you stared at him, rolling your eyes at the stupid smirk plastered on his face.

his lips tugged into a quiet smile, and he leaned in to kiss your shoulder again.

“stop givin' me that grumpy look. seen enough of that today.” he murmured. then he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck like he always did.

you were still a little mad.

but you didn’t pull away.

because maybe this—whatever this was—meant more than either of you were ready to admit.

an: @sweetshuga gave me the idea for this and it's been sitting in my drafts for forever.

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LILY THE THEME IS CUNTTTTTTTR

THANK YOUUUU AAAH😍🤗

° FRIENDSHIP WAS NEVER FRIENDSHIP °

pairing: Chris Sturniolo & fem!reader (friends to lovers)

in which: you felt a spark,but you thought it was just in your head.

~ warnings:not much honestly,fluff,kissing,makeout,not much details,English is not my first language! ~

You and Chris had been best friends for as long as you could remember.

From childhood pranks to late-night deep talks, you had experienced just about everything together. There was an undeniable chemistry between you two, something that felt different but natural,as if the universe had always meant for the two of you to be in each other’s lives.

For years, you’d always maintained that boundary—best friends,nothing more,nothing less. But as time went on, the line between friendship and something else blurred,and you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it too. Chris had always been so easygoing, so playful, and at times a little bit reserved when it came to his emotions.

But something was different recently.

It all started a couple of months ago when you both started hanging out more often. Just the two of you, watching movies, grabbing coffee, and talking about things that you didn’t even share with anyone else.

It was one of those nights that changed everything.

It was late, and you were both at Chris’s place. You’d just finished watching a movie, and now you were sprawled on the couch,casually scrolling through your phone while Chris was lying beside you,his head resting on your shoulder.

“I’m kinda bored” Chris said with a soft chuckle.

You could feel the weight of his body against yours, the subtle warmth of his skin a reminder of how close you two had grown.

“You’re always bored” you teased, nudging him lightly with your elbow. He laughed,and you could feel his fingers brush against yours,almost like he was testing the waters.

“I don’t know… I just feel different lately” Chris murmured, his voice softer than usual.

You glanced over at him. “What do you mean?"

He hesitated for a moment, then sat up slightly, turning his head toward you.

“I don’t know… It’s just… when I’m around you, I feel like I’m not pretending. Like I can just be myself, you know?”

You nodded, trying to keep things casual.

“You’ve always been yourself around me, Chris.” Your voice slightly unsure for a reason you didn't know,but it held that little reassurance that made him feel better.

“I know” he said,his voice dropping lower.

“But lately…it’s different. Like,when I’m around you,I feel…safe. And sometimes,I just want to…let go, y’know?”

His words hung in the air for a moment,and for the first time,you felt an undercurrent of something more between the two of you. Something that had been building for a while but hadn’t been said out loud until now.

'let go...' - words that made your heart clench in a weird way,it was like a trigger.

You stayed quiet,unsure of how to respond. The room felt charged with a new energy, and you couldn’t ignore the way your heart beat just a little faster.

You noticed little things that Chris did in the past few days- no..weeks.—small gestures, moments where he seemed to seek you out more than usual, or when his touch lingered just a little too long. It was like he was testing the boundaries, pushing to see if you’d notice.

There was a long pause, and then Chris did something you didn’t expect. He looked up at you, his eyes wide and vulnerable, and for the first time, you saw a different side of him—one that wasn’t the usual playful, confident Chris, but something deeper. Something quieter.

Chris leaned in, his face close to yours, and his breath hitched slightly.

“I don’t know how to…how to make this right” he murmured. “But I want to. I really do. With you."

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. You hadn’t expected this to be where things went, but now that it was here, you couldn’t ignore how you felt. You cared about Chris—deeply—and you knew that whatever this was, you were willing to explore it.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, and you both understood what was happening. There was no pressure, no expectations—just an unspoken agreement that whatever you two explored, it would be on your terms. And that made everything feel safe.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his,the sudden touch so light but so..electric,it was like it was pulling you both against each other. Like a force. Soon enough it was more,you both fight for dominance in a heated makeout session,Chris's hands roaming all over you,touching...exploring.

The night ended like that. With you two laying cuddled up on the same couch it started...the same one where it was just playful flirting as a joke,now it was real. It was like a dream came true,for both you and Chris.

This was today,and no one could expect it would end like this,confessing and being real to each other,the friendship was never only friendship,it was always something more..but in secrets. Who knows what tomorrow can bring?

That felt like the beginning of something new. Something intimate, something tender.

author's note: this was little quick fluffy fic i had in my mind for some time! sorry of its not the best guys,but lmk what you think! and give me some ideas for more lmao. ♡

° Lili's corner °

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so glad veronica’s fully charged💯💯