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- My Works In Progress -

• asking matt to tattoo a tramp stamp on you - smut - started 12/23/24

• the first time famous!reader spots paparazzi!matt - started 1/30/25

• the first time famous!reader and paparazzi!matt meet - started 1/30/25

• pleasure is good, but the pain feels better - chris smut - started 2/16/25

• drive it real far - chris smut - started 2/26/25

• hold me down - dealer!chris smut - started 3/5/25

• to whom the bell tolls - vampire!matt and human!reader - started 3/13/25

• miss me already? - tomboy!reader and skater!chris - started 3/13/25

• bully!chris headcanons

• paparazzi!matt headcanons

• prince!matt headcanons

• assassin!matt headcanons

• dealer!chris headcanons

• tomboy!reader headcanons

• tomboy!reader moodboard

• cabin on the mountain parts 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7

• fucking matt over the balcony before his show starts - sub!matt - started 4/3/25

• watching is better than joining - chratt - started 4/6/25

• what do you want with me? - bully!chris and sensitive!reader - started 4/7/25

i’m not sure when these will be done or if they ever will be LMAO. because if my new job and everything, it’s been hard for me to sit down and focus on writing. but, i promise some things will come soon! but please do be patient for these or if you send in requests for things <3

#ᯓ★ strnilolover #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #works in progress

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strnilolover · 2 days ago

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i luv ur theme!! 💙

thank you!! 🩵

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strnilolover · 2 days ago

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i'm DROOLING over the theme UGH always so pretty <33 😋😋

and i’m drooling over you THANK YOU 😝

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strnilolover · 3 days ago

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ bee gets needy when she’s high

warnings : mentions of weed and smoking. making out. dry humping. praising. biting/nipping. dealer!chris. soft!reader.

your body was warm and heavy. limbs slacked and mind buzzing as you rested your head against chris’ chest, breathing in the smell of his cologne as you nuzzled your face deeper into his skin.

chris was leaned back onto one elbow, blunt between his fingers, his chest rising and falling slowly after every drag he took. his shirt was off—and you loved it, already having traced lazy featherlight patterns along his ribs.

“you good angel?” he asked, taking another drag before passing the blunt to you. his voice was rougher ‘cause of the smoke, the sound reverberating through your body.

you nodded, sitting up, lips parting to take a hit as you grabbed the blunt, and his eyes flicked down to your mouth like they always did.

“mmm.” you hummed, leaning your head on his shoulder, letting the smoke trial out through your nose a little. “feel floaty.” you muttered.

“yeah?” he grinned, gently reaching out to take the blunt from you. “you always get all sweet and cuddly when you’re high.” chuckling he takes another drag before setting the blunt down on the ashtray on the bedside table.

as he turned, you turned your face toward his neck, pressing your lips there—just a soft peck. his skin was warm, smelled like his cologne and weed and the laundry detergent he uses. you couldn’t help yourself and kissed him again. and again. going higher and slower than before.

chris tilted his head slightly as he moved it back where it was before, giving you more space, his breath turning heavy. “you tryna start something baby?” he says, letting his eyes flutter close as he lets the feeling of your lips sink into his skin.

you didn’t answer, just opened your mouth and gave his skin a soft nip, tongue trailing after it. his breath caught. you were quiet and gentle, always were, but weed made you needy, bold in a way you usually weren’t.

slowly you sat up, keeping your lips connected to his neck as your leg swung over his lap. chris’ hand slid around your waist, gripping a little tighter when you shifted into his lap and straddled him without a word. his pupils blew wide as he looked up at you—his girl in one of his t-shirts, legs on either side of him, face flushed.

“fuck,” he muttered. “look at you.”

you kissed him before he could say more—harder this time. sloppy, wet, dragging your tongue against his, your hands threading into his curls. he groaned low against your mouth, biting your bottom lip before chasing it again when you pulled back.

“you’re so hot,” you whispered, rocking your hips down once against him without meaning to—but then again, maybe you did. you liked the way he groaned again, hips twitching up into yours. “you’re always so hot, chris.”

“shit, baby,” he breathed, eyes heavy, lips pink and swollen and wet from kissing. you smiled against his mouth and moved again, slower this time. dry humping him through his sweats, grinding your pussy down on him until he was panting into your mouth.

he couldn’t keep his hands still—palming at your ass, sliding under your shirt, running over your waist, your thighs. “that’s it, pretty girl. fuck, just like that,” he muttered, leaning down and biting at your neck this time, tongue soothing over where he marked you. “feel so fuckin’ good on top of me.”

you whimpered, grinding your hips down harder. “need you, chris.” you breathed. “please.”

“i know you do, baby,” he rasped, one hand coming up and curling around the back of your neck to keep you close while you moved. “you always get needy for me like this. always so fuckin’ sweet and wet when you smoke. you feelin’ good?”

you nodded, dizzy from the high and his praise and the heat between you. “feels so good,” you whispered. “you always make it feel good.”

he smirked and leaned up to kiss you again, slow and wet, dragging his teeth along your bottom lip. “them keep goin’, baby. ride it out. use me and get what you need.”

your hips rolled faster now at his words, no rhythm, just friction. grinding against the bulge in his sweats, your body shaking every time your clit rubbed just right against him through the fabric.

chris watched you like you were a fucking dream—red-cheeked and messy, eyes heavy and glassy from the weed, lips parted, your chest rising and falling faster now. his hands stayed on your hips, not guiding you, just feeling you.

letting you take what you needed from him.

“fuckin’ soaked through already,” he murmured, voice graveled as he looked down to see your panties already soaked with how wet you were. “you’re makin’ a mess on me, baby.” the sight made his head tip back, eyes rolling slightly before tipping it back up,

you whined, leaning down and pressing your forehead against his, rocking harder. “i can’t stop.” you whispered, moaning as you could feel your orgasm building already. “chris, i—fuck, i can’t stop.”

“don’t.” he breathed, kissing you again—hungry and hot and filthy. “don’t stop. you’re doin’ so fuckin’ good.” he hissed as your teeth nipped his bottom lip, tongue coming out to sooth over the sting.

you moaned into his mouth, hips stuttering, thighs trembling on either side of him. you were getting more sloppy, more uncoordinated as all you could think about was wanting to cum.

“you need to cum like this?” he asked, biting down on your lip in return before letting go, tongue chasing the sting just as you did. “humpin’ my fuckin’ lap like a pretty little bunny?”

the whimper you let out made his cock twitch in his sweats, and you nodded desperately, grinding faster, even sloppier now. “i’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna cum—” you gasped out, your body beginning to grow tired as your pussy rubbed just right against his bulge.

“yeah, baby,” he growled, hands moving to grip your ass tighter, “soak my fuckin’ sweats. c’mon rub that sweet little pussy all over me. cum just like that.” he encouraged as he moved your hips for you now, helping you chase your high that was right there.

and you did—your whole body tightening and shaking, forehead pressed to his, hands grabbing at his shoulders, moaning as your orgasm took you. the rush was slow and heavy and deep, soaking through your panties more and onto the thick cotton of his pants, wet and warm and humiliatingly good.

chris didn’t stop kissing you, didn’t stop praising you, didn’t stop moving you.

“that’s it, that’s my girl. came so fuckin’ hard for me—just from rubbin’ your messy little cunt over my cock.” his hands finally stopped, moving to cup the back of your head, kissing the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your temple. “so sweet when you get like this. so fuckin’ pretty.”

and you melted into him, dazed and trembling in his lap, thighs still twitching. and his hands rubbed slow circles on your back as your high settled again.

a/n : posting two days in a row? who am i?

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strnilolover · 4 days ago

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──── clingy ⌗ c.s

you hadn’t even been gone that long before chris was blowing up your phone. one text after another rolling in for minutes straight.

first it’s “what time are you going to be back?” then he’s pouty, telling you “i’m bored.” each message making you smile at just how clingy your sweet boy was.

but what you didn’t expect was when he started sending photos—photos of him in your hoodie, the words “wearin’ you.” flashing underneath it. the sleeves covered his hands, the neckline slipped wide enough to show off his collarbone, the innocent look he held on his face.

he looked so perfect.

you smile, biting your lip as the photos kept coming in—one after another, each one more risky than the last. “missin’ you so bad mama.” he attached to another one, and you couldn’t help but to stare at his lips, all pink and swollen from biting on them.

“chris, that’s my hoodie baby.” you typed, your lip tucked between your teeth, face reddening. his reply comes almost instantly, the words making your eyes go wide for a moment.

“not anymore. it’s mine now. smells like you, s’makin me hard.”

before you could respond, another picture came through. this one was lower, the hoodie pulled up to show his aching cock—all red and swollen, the small beads of precum pooling at his tip. he looked so desperate, already too far gone over the phone to even think about anything else but you.

“hurry home please—want you to fuck me in it.”

and you were quickly getting up, not bothering to say anything to your friends as you grabbed your things and left.