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indecisive girl i am so sorry that you do not know what you want. i will think about you and pray for you before bed indecisive girl

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TEXTS W BBF!CHRIS 3

part two

warnings- flirty, cursing, caleb jumpscare, nsfw ? at the end idk its suggestive

a/n: hi guys here’s more bbf content, i’m writing but i’ve been so busy, swear that more is coming though mwah

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SABRINA CARPENTER x skims

#ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ scrapbooking. #( ​still not over this btw )

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𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 . . . featuring matthew sturniolo.

𓏲๋ 𓂃 — PAIRING. good girl!reader x guitarist!matt.

beware of. SMUT. mentions of unprotected sex. teensy age gap ( 19 & 21 ). reader lives w her parents. use of pet names.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ .⁺ headline. different scenarios to show the flirty dynamic between two ‘innocent’ neighbors.

— GUITARIST!MATT WHO: makes it a habit to say good morning to you— an absolute angel, every single day. toothpick hanging from his pink lips as he leans against the white picket fence. you can’t do anything but meekly return the greeting, your big doe eyes focused on the grass beneath you as he showers you in complements.

“good morning, sunshine. jesus, you look… gorgeous. where ya headed?”

— GOOD GIRL!READER WHO: bakes goodies for the musician next door. it’s okay fair to return the favor since he’s such a sweetheart to you. you wake up at the crack of dawn, pulling up the “strawberry blondie bars” recipe you found on social media.

you try your hardest to be quiet, not wanting to wake your parents upstairs. once the treats are ready, you package them in a pink container before taping a note on top. during one of many morning conversations between you two, you hand the brunette the blondies, a grin plastered on your lip gloss-covered lips.

“oh i almost forgot! made these for ‘ya since you’re always so nice to me. i hope you like them!”

— GUITARIST!MATT WHO: answers your phone calls on the first ring, no matter how late it is. you dial him, small sniffles coming from your side of the phone. your parents had begged you to go on a date with this boy from church, convinced that you needed a good influence in your life since matt was ‘corrupting you’. wrong they were.

once he found out you didn’t wanna sleep with him, he called you a prude and sped off in his truck. now here you were, stranded at a restaurant at 12:30 AM. as soon as matt heard your shaky voice & your situation, he put his guitar down and practically ran out to his car to come pick you up. he’s fuming, praying he runs into the guy one of these days to teach him a lesson.

“j-just stay still for me, okay sweetheart? i’ll be there soon, ten minutes tops.”

— GOOD GIRL!READER WHO: pleads and pleads with matt to let you come over and watch him practice. of course you’ve heard him from your room, the bass from his electric guitar coursing through your walls from time to time but you wanted to see it up close and personal.

after multiple “no’s” & “it’s too much for your pretty lil’ ears”, he finally gives in, leading you inside his home with his hand resting dangerously low on your back. when you reach the basement, you see all of his equipment— his amp, a mic, etc. not to mention, the star of the show, the guitar.

he nods for you to take a seat on the grey L-shaped couch as he takes a seat in a foldable chair in front of you. once he knows he has all of your attention, he begins playing a very familiar song— godspeed by frank ocean. with his fingers moving smoothly against the strings and his lip tucked between his teeth as he concentrates, you can’t help but clench your thighs at the sight.

— GUITARIST!MATT & GOOD GIRL!READER WHO: both have journals about the other. they both consisted of lewd & dirty thoughts, yours definitely more… explicit than matt’s. you’re writing in said journal when you see a figure pop through your window, a smug smile playing on his lips. matt’s presence seemed to distract you, your journal wide open in your lap.

as he gets climbs in your room and gets closer, he notices the book causing him to snatch it up and look through it, not expecting to read anything like that from you. you lean up and try to grab it back frantically, embarrassment lingering all around you but matt kept you in place with his other hand as he continued reading. you’re already getting your apology ready but before you can say anything, matt beats you to it.

“this true, sunny? you wanna ‘feel my soft lips against your skin while you’…. woah. you got a hell of a mouth on you, don’t ya?” his eyes wide as they still remain on the paper.

“doing so good, baby. riding me all by yourself just like you said you would … can’t believe it.” he drags out, his words muffled as he leaves marks down your neck. you having to hide the hickies didnt seem to cross your mind, the state of euphoria you were in clouding your thoughts. you felt on top of the world and all of matt’s praise was only fueling the feeling.

you don’t even notice that he paused your movements to pursue his own, breathy groans coming from the boy underneath you. matt’s hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he basically drills into you. with one last thrust, you release all over him, a loud and catty whine leaving your throat. matt finishes not too long after you, filling you up nice & full.

in all honesty, it was bound to happen sooner or later. i mean, he was only a door away.

solai speaks. headcannon layout inspo from the one & only @musegyra! i enjoyed writing this so much like you have no idea. i’ve been in my music matt bag lately 😭. speaking of, part one to get him back will be out this week! enjoy <3.

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#✿₊˚𓂃 library. #yup 🙂‍↕️ she did it again y’all #another fucking slay omg. #i literally eat everything you wrote UP girl !! #your writing is like … a bakery. so much yummy sweet treats & it makes me so happy like omg ?? #i need him so bad #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader

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im too shy to go off anon pls forgive me oml 🥹🥹 but i loved first time for everything so much!

you’re good angel !! & thank you sooo much 😭🩷 i was so nervous (and excited) while writing it because it was definitely a bit out of my comfort zone, but im so glad you enjoyed it !!

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♡𓂃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, christopher sturniolo & fem!reader.

episode summary: you and chris attend one of tara’s parties, where one first time leads to another unexpectedly.

parental advisory & ratings: slight angst, but it gets fluffier towards the end + established relationship with chris. talks and usage of drugs—molly to be specific, swearing, talks of sex and virginity loss, and nick locking in big brother mode.

♥︎ ⋆ ͘. behind the scenes. first things first: do not do drugs! in no shape or form am i promoting drug usage. anyways, this was well out of my comfort zone but i did enjoy writing it, i hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much — be safe ! 💐

april 20th, 10:47 pm ── beverly hills, ca.

ever since you saw the videos from tara yummy’s one million party, you’ve been begging for chris to take to you one. the puppy dog eyes and princess tantrums must’ve charmed him over because that’s exactly how you spent your friday night instead of curled up in bed, indulging in terribly written netflix shows and a tub of ben & jerry’s brownie batter ice cream.

though you guys weren’t in hawaii, the theme of her latest party was a luau—one of tara’s friends let her use their beach house; the perfect view of the ocean, the floral and beachy decor, and island style drinks and food. it was, well, perfect. especially considering that it was your first time going to a big party, nothing too crazy.

or so you thought.

the frilly and cheerful flower necklace that laid around your neck moved frantically with every move you made as you danced to the beat of the music with tara. the big speakers produced such a deep volume of bass that it made the walls in the house shake and the floor vibrate. and though you were having the time of your life, you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed over the fact that you were practically glued to tara’s side all night.

it wasn’t too much of your fault, everybody you knew was either busy or couldn’t make it; nick and matt stayed home, nick complained something about having a ‘debilitating migraine’ and matt was in one of his moods. madi got caught up in some sort of brand deal nightmare and the moment you arrived to the party, one of chris’s friends pulled him towards the drinking games table. you always felt a bit out of place around his friends so you just let it happen, not wanting to live up to the ‘clingy girlfriend’ title you’re sure they tease him about.

you and tara flashed each other toothy, anticipated smiles as you both walked over to a less noisy area, trying to catch your breaths from all the dancing you’ve engaged in. you two giggle and gush over how much fun you’re having when suddenly, the dj switches the track to a slower paced song, earning a thankful sigh from tara.

“thank god,” the short brunette dramatically exhaled as her arms fell to her sides. she looked around the room and quickly locked eyes with her ex boyfriend, jake, sending him some sort of hand signal as she motioned towards you. “hey um, hun? i think i’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.”

“do you want me to come with?” you curiously offered, oblivious to what she was hinting towards. “you know, to stand guard.”

“oh, no need!” the girl singsonged, forcing a smile as her eyes darted between jake and one of the bathrooms down the hall. it suddenly clicked in your head, and you felt like a cockblocking moron. you awkwardly watched as jake pushed past a few people, making his over to you two—well, really tara.

“you should go find chris!” tara giggled loudly as she let her ex pull her away. that was her nice way of telling you to get lost.

11:17 pm.

after what felt like forever searching through a sea of people, you finally found chris. he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, talking to one of his friends. despite being a bit out of breath, you excitedly called out his name and waved at him. his friend quickly glanced in your direction, patted him on his shoulder, and bolted away just as you made your way towards him.

“hey—you okay, babe? you look tired.” chris questioned as his brows furrowed with worry the more he examined your state. he wasn’t lying, you were a bit tired from the dancing and walking around. but you didn’t wanna go home just yet. not so early into the party.

“i’m fine.” you shook your head as your boyfriend wrapped his arm around you. “just a little thirsty, all the dancing and stuff.” he kept his arm lazily draped around you as you two waltzed your way to the kitchen to find something to quench your thirst.

11:35 pm.

you and chris quickly settled on some punch, red cups filled with the delicious citrusy beverage as you both caught up with each other. you gushed to him about the dance frenzy you were in with tara and he bragged about how he totally “kicked ass” at beer pong. between the loud music and fast paced convos, you both didn’t hear the kitchen door swing open.

“chris sturniolo, i thought i’d see you here.”

you both quickly turned around at the sudden sound of a girl’s voice and your eyes are met with the sight of a tall blonde girl. your eyes darted between the semi uncomfortable look on chris’s face and the friendly look on hers—definitely laced with something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

you awkwardly coughed as you sloshed the rest of your drink around in your cup. “you two know each other or…?”

“we used to be, um—” chris nervously fumbled with the sleeve of his jacket.

“we go way back,” the girl answered for him, somewhat saving his ass from a whole lot of questions and awkwardness. she turned her attention towards you and smiles tightly. so fake.

“i’m brooke.” she reached her hand out for you to shake. you return the favor with a small smile back.

chris awkwardly cleared his throat. “right. y/n, this is brooke, brooke, this is y/n, my—”

“girlfriend.” the tall blonde answered for him again. “yeah, yeah…kinda figured. the way you had your arm around her earlier kinda gave it away. anyways uh—” you watched as she began to dig in her clutch purse and you couldn’t help but to feel a small pang of jealousy form in the pit of your stomach. you weren’t sure what kind of relationship she has with chris—or what kind of relationship she had, but the girl was drop dead gorgeous, the way her small black dress clung to her body showing off her curves…it was almost mesmerizing.

“speaking of introductions and stuff like that,” brooke said as she she slowly pulled out a bag of white pills from her clutch. “i’m hoping you two wouldn’t mind meeting my friend molly tonight.”

chris’s facial expression darkened as he pushed you behind him. “absolutely not, okay? y/n—she’s not that kind of girl.”

your stomach flip flopped, you’re weren’t stupid. you knew what was in that bag, despite your lack of knowledge and experience on it. though, curiosity gotten the best of you.

“wait,” you stepped forward, eyes darting between the bag and brooke. “i dunno, i mean, what’s it…like?”

brooke smirked as she placed two single pills on to your palm. “first timer huh? don’t worry, chris hasn’t tried it either. but if you really wanna know…” you leaned forward on the counter as she edged you with her words. chris scoffed and looked away, but made sure he stayed by your side despite being ticked off.

“…colors get brighter, sounds get sharper. you feel more connected to everything you love, that’s why they call it the love drug.”

chris angrily watched as brooke slowly walked off to a group of partygoers by the door, enthusiastically greeting them with hugs. he turned back towards you and sighed, shoulders slumping. “you don’t—you don’t have to—”

“no!” you squeaked back excitedly. “i do, i do want to, i mean. it’d be both our first time taking, um, well you know.” you couldn’t bring yourself to say the word. “c’mon babe, please?”

your boyfriend let out a defeated sigh as he looked around the kitchen before picking one of the small white pills out the center of your palm.

you two exchanged nervous smiles as you toasted with your red solo cups, downing the drug with the party punch.

12:30 am.

“c’mere,” chris giggled as he pulled your legs into his lap. you two were currently seated on the memory foam couch in the middle of the living room, center of the ongoing party. it was a little after an hour since you and your boyfriend took the pills—the pills which have definitely kicked in. brooke wasn’t lying, the colors in the atmosphere looked like something straight from a lisa frank collection, you felt light and airy asa feather. you giggled some more as you ran your finger through chris’s hair, his chocolate colored waves nearly having you under hypnosis.

“what is with you and my hair?” he laughed, gently pushing your hands away from his head.

“mmm, it’s just so…just so soft.” you lazily responded before booping the boy’s nose.

he lazily threw his head back against the couch and smiled at you. “you wanna know what really feels soft, babe? this couch—just feel it, like, oh my god.” you two bursted into another fit of giggles as you felt up on the couch cushions, soon melting and becoming one with the foam.

“i love this couch!” you gushed happily. “i love this house! it’s so awesome, oh my god!”

chris giggled at your euphoric state as he sat up a bit. “i’m so glad, i mean. i really am so glad for a lot of stuff. i was kinda worried when we first got here that the party would be a bit too much for you, y’know. i never want anything to ever be too much for you.”

“baby.” you smiled at your boyfriend’s intoxicated state.

“nooo, i’m serious,” he continued. “i just love you s’much, i know i can be high on energy like allll the time but sometimes i worry that i might be too much for you. and i was talking to the guys earlier and sex got into the topic, they asked if we’ve ever done it yet and, i dunno. i’m not sure if you wanna.”

“w-wait,” you stopped him, sitting up as soon as the word sex left his lips. “so, like, do you not wanna have sex with me?” you nervously chewed on your bottom lip as he quickly shook his head.

“no, no!” chris practically yelped. “i do, i really do, but i don’t wanna like…it’s no pressure! none at all—”

“i want to.” you suddenly found yourself on your feet, excitement and anticipation shooting through your bloodstream. “i’m ready. i wanna do it.”

“you sure—”

“i’m sure.” you nodded eagerly. chris smiled softly as he slowly stood up, wrapping his arm around your waist. “okay, babe.” he pressed a kiss along your temple. “let’s go find a room.”

april 21st, 9:30 am ── los angeles, ca ; present time & day.

chris absentmindedly toyed with the rubber band around his wrist as he sits on the barstool in front of the kitchen counter, watching nick prepare breakfast as he blabbers on about some sort of instagram dilemma; something about him not knowing which pictures to posts? dunno, beats chris, not like he’s listening.

which earns him a sharp scolding from the eldest sturniolo triplet. “hello, earth to fucking christopher. i asked you question like five minutes ago. are you gonna answer or are you gonna sit there staring into space like you’ve just seen a ghost or something equally fucked up?”

chris’s pale blues shoot up to meet nick’s. “hm?”

“okayyyyy…” nick turns his attention back to the waffle maker he’s been messing with for the past hour. three waffles made, three more to go. “what’s up—and don’t tell me it has anything to do with you being hungry. when you’re hungry, you act like a fucking warthog, not a spaced out idiot.”

the longer haired boy rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“something tells me it has something to do with y/n?” nick tries, eyes occasionally glancing up. “did you guys get into a fight? she’s been acting weird this morning too.”

the way chris’s shoulder slump tells nick that he’s right on the money—after what happened last night at the party? there’s been an uncanny amount of silence between you two and a dreadful, looming feeling of fear. and guilt, lots of it.

“no, we just—” the youngest triplet groans loudly as he buries his face into his hands. “we kinda had…sex.”

“you guys had sex!” nick shouts, causing chris to grit his teeth and throw an oven mitt at his brother. “god nick, could you be any louder? i don’t think the people on the first floor heard you!”

“i-i’m sorry,” nick responds in a whisper shout as he finishes cooking up the last round of waffles, sliding them on to a plate. “but that’s a really big fuckin’ deal—you two had sex!”

“we were high, nick, really fucking high…we took each other virginities, we weren’t thinking straight.”

“WHAT?!”

“nick, shut the fuck up!” matt whines from his room, slamming the door shut. nick and chris exchange looks before breaking out into a giggle fit, but it doesn’t last long.

“so let me get this straight,” nick pours syrup over his and chris’s waffles. “you guys got high, blasted out of your minds, and then fucked?”

chris nearly chokes as he washes down his food with apple juice. “even though thats literally what happened, don’t say it like that. it sounds bad.”

“it kinda is bad, chris.” nick shakes his head. normally, nick would be quick to scold his younger brothers whenever they did something so utterly stupid, but looking at the depressive state chris is in, he decides to give him the benefit of the doubt. “but it’s not the end of the world. you two did something pretty stupid and irresponsible, yeah, but there’s couples out there who have done worse. there’s still time to fix things between each other.” nick nods towards the balcony, where you been sitting out for most of the morning.

“she’s out there, go talk to her.”

you jump at the sudden sound of the balcony door sliding open. you turn around to see chris standing in the doorway. you give him a small wave and halfhearted smile before settling back down on the lounge chair you’ve been camping out on for the past few hours.

“hey.” chris greets softly, handing you a can of pepsi as he sits down on the empty chair next to you. you can’t help but to roll your eyes and laugh as you accept his carbonated drink offer.

“i’m sorry,” you both say in unison, causing each other to laugh. chris shakes his head once the laughter dies down. “i’ll go first; i’m sorry. last night should’ve went down differently, and i shouldn’t have let you…you know. mess around with that stuff. your first time should’ve been special.”

your brows furrow. “but it was special, chris. i mean sure, it wasn’t exactly how i planned my first time going but i don’t regret it at all. not a single bit. i even thought you were mad at me.”

the brunette nearly chokes as he looks at you. “mad at you? baby, i thought you were mad at me!”

“no!” you laugh. he laughs. you both laugh again. you guys look at each other and then look away.

“so we’re good, right?” you ask.

chris leans forward and grabs you by the waist, settling you into his lap. “yeah, babe. we’re good.” you two snuggle and enjoy the morning sun when suddenly, the sound of nick’s annoyed voice fills the air.

“you guys better come eat these fucking waffles! i spent an hour nearly burning my fucking hand off for these shits!”

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hiii! hopefully this isn’t too much of a weird request (if it is you can skip it) but can you write something where chris/matt (you can pick) go to one of tara yummys parties and take molly and have sex for the first time while they’re high? and after that when you guys get back home you feel kinda bad and awkward and maybe argue a little bit but then make up? thank you!

wowwww this is definitely different 😭😭😭 hiiii my love !! its been posted, you can find it here.

#♥︎ .. 📓 ‧₊˚ passing notes. #anonymous. #okay i’m nervous im passing out now bye ! #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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♡𓂃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, christopher sturniolo & fem!reader.

episode summary: you and chris attend one of tara’s parties, where one first time leads to another unexpectedly.

parental advisory & ratings: slight angst, but it gets fluffier towards the end + established relationship with chris. talks and usage of drugs—molly to be specific, swearing, talks of sex and virginity loss, and nick locking in big brother mode.

♥︎ ⋆ ͘. behind the scenes. first things first: do not do drugs! in no shape or form am i promoting drug usage. anyways, this was well out of my comfort zone but i did enjoy writing it, i hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much — be safe ! 💐

april 20th, 10:47 pm ── beverly hills, ca.

ever since you saw the videos from tara yummy’s one million party, you’ve been begging for chris to take to you one. the puppy dog eyes and princess tantrums must’ve charmed him over because that’s exactly how you spent your friday night instead of curled up in bed, indulging in terribly written netflix shows and a tub of ben & jerry’s brownie batter ice cream.

though you guys weren’t in hawaii, the theme of her latest party was a luau—one of tara’s friends let her use their beach house; the perfect view of the ocean, the floral and beachy decor, and island style drinks and food. it was, well, perfect. especially considering that it was your first time going to a big party, nothing too crazy.

or so you thought.

the frilly and cheerful flower necklace that laid around your neck moved frantically with every move you made as you danced to the beat of the music with tara. the big speakers produced such a deep volume of bass that it made the walls in the house shake and the floor vibrate. and though you were having the time of your life, you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed over the fact that you were practically glued to tara’s side all night.

it wasn’t too much of your fault, everybody you knew was either busy or couldn’t make it; nick and matt stayed home, nick complained something about having a ‘debilitating migraine’ and matt was in one of his moods. madi got caught up in some sort of brand deal nightmare and the moment you arrived to the party, one of chris’s friends pulled him towards the drinking games table. you always felt a bit out of place around his friends so you just let it happen, not wanting to live up to the ‘clingy girlfriend’ title you’re sure they tease him about.

you and tara flashed each other toothy, anticipated smiles as you both walked over to a less noisy area, trying to catch your breaths from all the dancing you’ve engaged in. you two giggle and gush over how much fun you’re having when suddenly, the dj switches the track to a slower paced song, earning a thankful sigh from tara.

“thank god,” the short brunette dramatically exhaled as her arms fell to her sides. she looked around the room and quickly locked eyes with her ex boyfriend, jake, sending him some sort of hand signal as she motioned towards you. “hey um, hun? i think i’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.”

“do you want me to come with?” you curiously offered, oblivious to what she was hinting towards. “you know, to stand guard.”

“oh, no need!” the girl singsonged, forcing a smile as her eyes darted between jake and one of the bathrooms down the hall. it suddenly clicked in your head, and you felt like a cockblocking moron. you awkwardly watched as jake pushed past a few people, making his over to you two—well, really tara.

“you should go find chris!” tara giggled loudly as she let her ex pull her away. that was her nice way of telling you to get lost.

11:17 pm.

after what felt like forever searching through a sea of people, you finally found chris. he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, talking to one of his friends. despite being a bit out of breath, you excitedly called out his name and waved at him. his friend quickly glanced in your direction, patted him on his shoulder, and bolted away just as you made your way towards him.

“hey—you okay, babe? you look tired.” chris questioned as his brows furrowed with worry the more he examined your state. he wasn’t lying, you were a bit tired from the dancing and walking around. but you didn’t wanna go home just yet. not so early into the party.

“i’m fine.” you shook your head as your boyfriend wrapped his arm around you. “just a little thirsty, all the dancing and stuff.” he kept his arm lazily draped around you as you two waltzed your way to the kitchen to find something to quench your thirst.

11:35 pm.

you and chris quickly settled on some punch, red cups filled with the delicious citrusy beverage as you both caught up with each other. you gushed to him about the dance frenzy you were in with tara and he bragged about how he totally “kicked ass” at beer pong. between the loud music and fast paced convos, you both didn’t hear the kitchen door swing open.

“chris sturniolo, i thought i’d see you here.”

you both quickly turned around at the sudden sound of a girl’s voice and your eyes are met with the sight of a tall blonde girl. your eyes darted between the semi uncomfortable look on chris’s face and the friendly look on hers—definitely laced with something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

you awkwardly coughed as you sloshed the rest of your drink around in your cup. “you two know each other or…?”

“we used to be, um—” chris nervously fumbled with the sleeve of his jacket.

“we go way back,” the girl answered for him, somewhat saving his ass from a whole lot of questions and awkwardness. she turned her attention towards you and smiles tightly. so fake.

“i’m brooke.” she reached her hand out for you to shake. you return the favor with a small smile back.

chris awkwardly cleared his throat. “right. y/n, this is brooke, brooke, this is y/n, my—”

“girlfriend.” the tall blonde answered for him again. “yeah, yeah…kinda figured. the way you had your arm around her earlier kinda gave it away. anyways uh—” you watched as she began to dig in her clutch purse and you couldn’t help but to feel a small pang of jealousy form in the pit of your stomach. you weren’t sure what kind of relationship she has with chris—or what kind of relationship she had, but the girl was drop dead gorgeous, the way her small black dress clung to her body showing off her curves…it was almost mesmerizing.

“speaking of introductions and stuff like that,” brooke said as she she slowly pulled out a bag of white pills from her clutch. “i’m hoping you two wouldn’t mind meeting my friend molly tonight.”

chris’s facial expression darkened as he pushed you behind him. “absolutely not, okay? y/n—she’s not that kind of girl.”

your stomach flip flopped, you’re weren’t stupid. you knew what was in that bag, despite your lack of knowledge and experience on it. though, curiosity gotten the best of you.

“wait,” you stepped forward, eyes darting between the bag and brooke. “i dunno, i mean, what’s it…like?”

brooke smirked as she placed two single pills on to your palm. “first timer huh? don’t worry, chris hasn’t tried it either. but if you really wanna know…” you leaned forward on the counter as she edged you with her words. chris scoffed and looked away, but made sure he stayed by your side despite being ticked off.

“…colors get brighter, sounds get sharper. you feel more connected to everything you love, that’s why they call it the love drug.”

chris angrily watched as brooke slowly walked off to a group of partygoers by the door, enthusiastically greeting them with hugs. he turned back towards you and sighed, shoulders slumping. “you don’t—you don’t have to—”

“no!” you squeaked back excitedly. “i do, i do want to, i mean. it’d be both our first time taking, um, well you know.” you couldn’t bring yourself to say the word. “c’mon babe, please?”

your boyfriend let out a defeated sigh as he looked around the kitchen before picking one of the small white pills out the center of your palm.

you two exchanged nervous smiles as you toasted with your red solo cups, downing the drug with the party punch.

12:30 am.

“c’mere,” chris giggled as he pulled your legs into his lap. you two were currently seated on the memory foam couch in the middle of the living room, center of the ongoing party. it was a little after an hour since you and your boyfriend took the pills—the pills which have definitely kicked in. brooke wasn’t lying, the colors in the atmosphere looked like something straight from a lisa frank collection, you felt light and airy asa feather. you giggled some more as you ran your finger through chris’s hair, his chocolate colored waves nearly having you under hypnosis.

“what is with you and my hair?” he laughed, gently pushing your hands away from his head.

“mmm, it’s just so…just so soft.” you lazily responded before booping the boy’s nose.

he lazily threw his head back against the couch and smiled at you. “you wanna know what really feels soft, babe? this couch—just feel it, like, oh my god.” you two bursted into another fit of giggles as you felt up on the couch cushions, soon melting and becoming one with the foam.

“i love this couch!” you gushed happily. “i love this house! it’s so awesome, oh my god!”

chris giggled at your euphoric state as he sat up a bit. “i’m so glad, i mean. i really am so glad for a lot of stuff. i was kinda worried when we first got here that the party would be a bit too much for you, y’know. i never want anything to ever be too much for you.”

“baby.” you smiled at your boyfriend’s intoxicated state.

“nooo, i’m serious,” he continued. “i just love you s’much, i know i can be high on energy like allll the time but sometimes i worry that i might be too much for you. and i was talking to the guys earlier and sex got into the topic, they asked if we’ve ever done it yet and, i dunno. i’m not sure if you wanna.”

“w-wait,” you stopped him, sitting up as soon as the word sex left his lips. “so, like, do you not wanna have sex with me?” you nervously chewed on your bottom lip as he quickly shook his head.

“no, no!” chris practically yelped. “i do, i really do, but i don’t wanna like…it’s no pressure! none at all—”

“i want to.” you suddenly found yourself on your feet, excitement and anticipation shooting through your bloodstream. “i’m ready. i wanna do it.”

“you sure—”

“i’m sure.” you nodded eagerly. chris smiled softly as he slowly stood up, wrapping his arm around your waist. “okay, babe.” he pressed a kiss along your temple. “let’s go find a room.”

april 21st, 9:30 am ── los angeles, ca ; present time & day.

chris absentmindedly toyed with the rubber band around his wrist as he sits on the barstool in front of the kitchen counter, watching nick prepare breakfast as he blabbers on about some sort of instagram dilemma; something about him not knowing which pictures to posts? dunno, beats chris, not like he’s listening.

which earns him a sharp scolding from the eldest sturniolo triplet. “hello, earth to fucking christopher. i asked you question like five minutes ago. are you gonna answer or are you gonna sit there staring into space like you’ve just seen a ghost or something equally fucked up?”

chris’s pale blues shoot up to meet nick’s. “hm?”

“okayyyyy…” nick turns his attention back to the waffle maker he’s been messing with for the past hour. three waffles made, three more to go. “what’s up—and don’t tell me it has anything to do with you being hungry. when you’re hungry, you act like a fucking warthog, not a spaced out idiot.”

the longer haired boy rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“something tells me it has something to do with y/n?” nick tries, eyes occasionally glancing up. “did you guys get into a fight? she’s been acting weird this morning too.”

the way chris’s shoulder slump tells nick that he’s right on the money—after what happened last night at the party? there’s been an uncanny amount of silence between you two and a dreadful, looming feeling of fear. and guilt, lots of it.

“no, we just—” the youngest triplet groans loudly as he buries his face into his hands. “we kinda had…sex.”

“you guys had sex!” nick shouts, causing chris to grit his teeth and throw an oven mitt at his brother. “god nick, could you be any louder? i don’t think the people on the first floor heard you!”

“i-i’m sorry,” nick responds in a whisper shout as he finishes cooking up the last round of waffles, sliding them on to a plate. “but that’s a really big fuckin’ deal—you two had sex!”

“we were high, nick, really fucking high…we took each other virginities, we weren’t thinking straight.”

“WHAT?!”

“nick, shut the fuck up!” matt whines from his room, slamming the door shut. nick and chris exchange looks before breaking out into a giggle fit, but it doesn’t last long.

“so let me get this straight,” nick pours syrup over his and chris’s waffles. “you guys got high, blasted out of your minds, and then fucked?”

chris nearly chokes as he washes down his food with apple juice. “even though thats literally what happened, don’t say it like that. it sounds bad.”

“it kinda is bad, chris.” nick shakes his head. normally, nick would be quick to scold his younger brothers whenever they did something so utterly stupid, but looking at the depressive state chris is in, he decides to give him the benefit of the doubt. “but it’s not the end of the world. you two did something pretty stupid and irresponsible, yeah, but there’s couples out there who have done worse. there’s still time to fix things between each other.” nick nods towards the balcony, where you been sitting out for most of the morning.

“she’s out there, go talk to her.”

you jump at the sudden sound of the balcony door sliding open. you turn around to see chris standing in the doorway. you give him a small wave and halfhearted smile before settling back down on the lounge chair you’ve been camping out on for the past few hours.

“hey.” chris greets softly, handing you a can of pepsi as he sits down on the empty chair next to you. you can’t help but to roll your eyes and laugh as you accept his carbonated drink offer.

“i’m sorry,” you both say in unison, causing each other to laugh. chris shakes his head once the laughter dies down. “i’ll go first; i’m sorry. last night should’ve went down differently, and i shouldn’t have let you…you know. mess around with that stuff. your first time should’ve been special.”

your brows furrow. “but it was special, chris. i mean sure, it wasn’t exactly how i planned my first time going but i don’t regret it at all. not a single bit. i even thought you were mad at me.”

the brunette nearly chokes as he looks at you. “mad at you? baby, i thought you were mad at me!”

“no!” you laugh. he laughs. you both laugh again. you guys look at each other and then look away.

“so we’re good, right?” you ask.

chris leans forward and grabs you by the waist, settling you into his lap. “yeah, babe. we’re good.” you two snuggle and enjoy the morning sun when suddenly, the sound of nick’s annoyed voice fills the air.

“you guys better come eat these fucking waffles! i spent an hour nearly burning my fucking hand off for these shits!”

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 tags. @sugrhigh @dominicfikue @kangelics @xoxo4chrisss @wovenribbons @ethelcained @cherrypostsposts

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo x reader

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tumblr absolutely hates tumblr spanish people and it’s proved by this glitching ass app

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IM SCREAMING PLEASE 😭😭 i will try tagging your account again bby, if it doesn’t show up again i’ll just send it to you !!

#♥︎ .. 📓 ‧₊˚ passing notes. #🫧 #HOPEFULLY it will let me do that…this app can be so unbelievable at times

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bae choose me someone to put a pfp i need to reconstruct this acc 😭 nailea devora, ariana grande, ariana greenblatt, madison beer, or kendall jenner

also this tumblr doesn’t let me answer comments BUT UR SO SWEET WHEN U SAW MY FACE LIKE WTF i wanna smooch ur face💕💕💕

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nailea hands down, that girl is so damn gorgeous !! & GIRL OMG ?? I WANNA SMOOCH YOUR FACE, YOU ARE SO FREAKING PRETTY LIKE WHAT !! (also for some reason tumblr is not letting me tag you in this fic ?? when i post it ill send it to you through via ask 🙁)

#♥︎ .. 📓 ‧₊˚ passing notes. #🫧 #glitchy ass app omg #but ilysm baby !!

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https://www.tumblr.com/fawnchives/748390676094500864/not-even-gonna-lie-to-yall-the-request-i-just

WHATS THE REQUEST?

depending on how i’m feeling i’ll post a lil teaser soon but !! don’t wanna reveal too much just yet. in the meantime enjoy these funny ass texts between me & my wife @sugrhigh talking about it 😭😭😭 — i gotta lock in fr w this one

#♥︎ .. 📓 ‧₊˚ passing notes. #anonymous. #sos LMFAO #sturniolo triplets

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not even gonna lie to y’all, the request i just got is kinda crazy and kinda controversial ( ? ) i just need y’all to promise me that if i do end up writing it, you guys won’t attack me PLEASE !!

#─ 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒂 rambles. 𝜗𝜚 #i’m actually so nervous because the minute i catch any kind of conflict i will not hesitate to snatch it down #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo

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“ 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 - 𝐦.𝐬. ౨ৎ “

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: stoner!matt x girly!fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you need to get your mind off things, so you call matt for a midnight smoke sesh. inspired by this post by @v1xyboy9

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (no actual sex), oral (male receiving), fingering, thigh riding, use of pet names, weed, smoking, no use of y/n

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9k

𝐚/𝐧: HAPPY 4/20!!!!! this is kinda short sorry but i thought it was too long to be a little blurb so here u go 😝😝😝 i wrote and edited this today before i went into work so sorry if it’s kinda bad 😭😭 i also haven’t smoked in SO LONG lol so sorry if i wrote anything wrong. hope u all enjoy !! love u all sm <33 also thank u for 500!!

xoxo ₊˚⊹ ୨ৎ

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the low thudding of the bass coming from matt’s car speakers filled your ears as you watched him rolling a joint, his eyes squinted and tongue poking out. his brown hair flopped into his blue irises as he fixed all of his attention into rolling you the most perfect blunt for your first. you played anxiously with your fingers as they sat in your lap atop your white pleated skirt matched with a baby pink sweater, a contrast to matt’s grey sweats and black tank top. his silver chain dangling from his neck caught the overhead light from the car, a quick beam of the reflection catching your eye. matt looked up at you as you flinched

“you okay, princess?”

“matt,” you whined, blushing, “stop calling me that.”

matt smirked, returning to the rolling tray on the center console in between you too. “sorry princess”

“matt!”

you and matt were mutual friends. you met him a couple times at parties you were dragged to by your friends, only sharing quick greetings with one another. he did, however, always have a cloud of smoke around him and joint rolled tightly that he kept tucked behind his ear. the past couple of weeks, you’ve been overly worried about school, your upcoming exams, and life itself, for that matter. your friends suggested you tried smoking to try to calm your nerves, and matt was the first person you thought of. so here you were, sitting in the passenger seat of his car while it was parked at the beach, watching a boy you barely knew roll up weed.

“ta-daa” you heard matt sing out, holding up the newly rolled joint between his fingers. you turned your body towards matt, looked at it curiously, taking the paper from matt’s hands and examining it.

“it’s just weed, princess, i’m not trying to kill you,” he spoke, ducking his head down a little to try and get your gaze back on him. he giggled when he say your facial expression at the nickname. “here, i’ll light first.” matt said, extending his arm out for you to place the joint back in his hands.

matt leaned his seat back a little, relaxing, as you watched as he placed the papers in between his pink lips, bringing the lighter up to set the end aflame. he inhaled deeply, opening his mouth a moment later to allow thick white smoke to come out. he took a couple more hits like this, then passing it over to you.

“just suck in and inhale,” he told you, watching as you brought the joint up to your mouth, “it may burn a little.”

you nodded, bringing it in between your lips and doing as matt said. upon first inhale, you immediately coughed up smoking, handing the joint back over to matt as you reached for your water bottle in the cup holder. he laughed, rubbing your back as you were hunched over, coughing your lungs out. “you’re okay, it’ll get easier as we go.”

you nodded again, taking a large sip of water. matt inhaled a couple more times then handed it back to you. you gulped, trying once more to inhale the weed.

“don’t suck in as much this time, princess,” matt said, earning a glare from you. he laughed, and you brought the joint up to your glossed lips, placing it in between them and doing as matt said. “good! now inhale.” he cheered, you complying and blowing out a cloud of white smoke. you repeated this action a few more times, passing it to matt once more.

“sorry i got my lipgloss on the blunt.” you apologized meekly, looking at matt.

“you’re okay.” he smiled, taking a deep inhale of the weed.

you two passed the joint back and forth until it ran out, already starting to feel the affects of the weed a little. you watched matt intently as he inhaled, letting smoke pour out of his mouth as he examined the blunt as it came to his end.

“do you trust me, princess?” he asked, his blue eyes, now slightly red, meeting yours. you nodded. matt smiled, sucking in the last of the burning weed, and brought his hand up to the back of your neck. he pulled you into him across the center console, his mouth mere inches from yours. his nose filled with the scent of your vanilla perfume, his thumb moved to your bottom lip, opening your mouth up. he leaned in, blowing the large cloud of smoke into your mouth. your eyes fluttered closed, inhaling the smoke that was just in matt’s mouth. you leaned back a little, letting the white clouds leave your smiling lips.

you both giggled, feeling the weed starting to kick in now.

˳·˖ 𓂃✧

a good forty five minutes had passed now, and you and matt both leaned your seats back, looking up at the stars through the open sunroof of his car. you two were currently discussing if goofy was a dog.

“matt,” you laughed, turning your head to look at him, “how can he not be a dog?”

“because,” he sighed as he brought his hands up to rub his eyes, “he wears a hat and drives a car! plus, pluto’s a dog, and he’s mickey mouse’s pet.”

he brought his hands off his eyes, meeting your gaze. you shared a look for a moment, before bursting into a fit of laughter. “that’s weird,” you admitted through giggles, “what the hell is goofy?” you both continued laughing hysterically, matt even leaning over and clutching his sides.

after calming down finally, you and matt both continued talking, matt looking over at you every couple minutes to steal glances at you. the blunt had smudged off some of your lip gloss, but your constant sips of water kept you pink lips shiny. your sweater had tugged off your shoulder a little, exposing the white lace of your bra strap. the later it got, the more you slid down in your seat, and the more your skirt rode up. matt looked at your bare thighs, his imagination running wild at the thought of what they’d feel like wrapped around his head. he closed his eyes and sighed, trying to ignore the twitching he felt in his dick.

you noticed matt’s behavior changing a little. “you okay, matty?” you lightly rasped, your throat beginning to run dry from the laughing and burning feeling that still lingered a little. the sound of your voice went right to his dick, the bulge in his sweats growing more.

“yeah,” he exasperated, unable to keep his eyes from running up and down your body, his lips parted slightly as he sucked in a deep breath. you turned your body to look at the boy, bringing your one leg up to sit on it as you peered over at matt. his chest heaved up and down, breathing heavy while you noticed his now hard erection poking out of his sweatpants.

“matt,” you began, inching closer to him as your hands moved to hold your knee against your chest. “do you want help?”

he looked at you, his pupils blown out and eyes red and hazy. he nodded slowly, watching while you cupped his bulge over his pants, palming him slightly.

“shit, princess,” he groaned, tilting his had back and his eyes screwing shut, his hips bucking up into your hand involuntary. you continued to press down lightly on his dick, before running your freshly done nails up to the waist band, dipping your hand below his boxers. you wrapped your hand around his dick, pumping him beneath his sweatpants. you ran your thumb back and forth across the tip, your fingers becoming coaxed in his precum. you pulled your hand out, sucking it off your fingers while giving matt doe eyes.

you repositioned yourself in the seat, so you were now sitting on your knees. you leaned over to matt, ducking yourself down to pull his boxers and pants down mid-thigh. his dick sprang free, red and throbbing. you gave matt one last glance before taking his cock in your hands, kitten licking around the tip. he moaned, his head thrown back as he moved his tattooed arm to hold the back of your head lightly. you teased him for a few minutes, giving small licks and kisses to his dick, earning whines from the boy. you flattened your tongue across his cock before deciding to lick a stripe up his length. you licked your way back down to the tip, taking his dick into your mouth. matts hips jolted up into you, his dick going further down your throat. you bobbed your head up and down halfway before fulling taking him, gagging on his cock.

“fuck, princess, just like that.” matt sighed, guiding you by the back of your neck up and down on his dick. you moved your hand up to cup his balls as you continued to deep throat him, your tongue swirling around his dick. “’m so close, don’t stop baby.”

you felt matt’s free hand to move up and cup your ass underneath your skirt, giving it a hard squeeze. you moaned, the vibration sending chills throughout his entire body, drawing matt closer to his orgasm. he held your head against his dick, bucking his hips into you as you flicked your tongue across his tip. he groaned lowly, drawing out a long “fuckkk.” his hips grinded slowly as he came, shooting white spurts of cum down your throat. you licked him clean, kissing his tip before pulling off, opening your mouth to show him you swallowed.

you sat up, his hand still under your skirt as he breathed heavily and met your gaze. he brought your lips into a messy kiss with his, while he pulled you onto his lap, straddling his one thigh. he squeezed your ass then gave it a light smack, causing you to gasp. this invited matt to stick his tongue in your mouth, tasting himself. your tongues clashed around each other, exploring this insides of each others mouths as he began to grind your hips against his leg. matt moved his lips from your mouth to your neck, leaving hard kisses down to your exposed collarbone. you moaned, continuing to rut your hips against matt’s thigh, trying to gain some sort of friction.

“do you want help?” matt mumbled into your neck, mimicking your words from earlier. you whined in response, feeling matt’s thumb dip below your panties, rubbing in small circles at your clit.

“shit,” you gasped, wrapping your hands around his neck as your hips continued to rock. you both looked down at the sight of matt’s fingers going to work underneath the white lace of your underwear.

“feel good, princess?” matt teased, holding your waist firmly. you nodded, pressing your lips to his once more. you two exchanged quick, yet sloppy, kisses back and forth, moaning into one another’s mouths as you felt matt’s teeth catch your bottom lip, biting down slightly then running his tongue along it. you grinded down in circles against matt’s fingers and thigh, bringing yourself closer to your undoing as your stomach began to tighten. his hand moved back down to your ass, gripping it hard as he kept your hips grinding into him. you moaned, feeling yourself let go all over matt’s fingers, riding yourself slowly against his thigh as you came down from your orgasm.

you pulled away, the windows beginning to fog from the body heat you two emitted. the music still played quietly in the background as you tried to regain your breath. matt brought his fingers up from underneath your panties, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking the arousal off. “we should smoke together more often, princess.”

Ⓒ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 | taglist

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬:

@alorsxsturn @sturniolossss @cammie4298 @bussybandit1 @amorttentia @franticroads @sturnsssbow @cams5sos @strombolilovr @st7rnioioss @junnniiieee07 @mattscurlygirly @simply-a-simper @sturnrc @sturnifyed @freshlovie @imwetforyourmom @69isabella69 @mattsturnxoxo @stonermattsgf @pettydollie @fawnchives

#✿₊˚𓂃 library. #IM OBSESSED ! #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets x reader #matt sturniolo x reader

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backwards hat matt……..

“backwards hat/middle part matt!”

“long hair/frat boy chris!”

“blonde hair/middle part nick!”

#♥︎ .. 📓 ‧₊˚ passing notes. #anonymous. #yeah…………… #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo

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matt def just gets up and drives to your house whenever his brothers are annoying him

bro would text you ‘can i come to your place?’ and depending on how irritated he is, he wouldn’t wait for a response, he’ll follow up by texting ‘be there in 10’—i don’t think nick or chris would take it personal when he bolts because they both definitely know when they’re being insufferable (and most of the time it’s on purpose just so they could interfere with him rotting in his room all week long 🙂‍↕️)

#♥︎ .. 📓 ‧₊˚ passing notes. #anonymous. #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo

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could you possibly do y2k/street style reader? i love ur writing💕

thank you for the ask !! i have my four main !readers but if anyone has ideas for occasional side !readers then please send them in🎀🎀

y2k!reader

body glitter. juicy track suits in every color. lip gloss always on hand. butterfly clips. mini jean skirts/shorts. von dutch trucker hats. super popular on social media, so she doesn’t have a “real” job. barrettes. tooth gems. side part. thin eyebrows. rhinestones everywhere. high ponytails. baby tees. “yummy” by ayesha erotica. collects cd’s. platform sandals. g-strings. newsboy caps. layered hair. days of the week panties. had a slime business as a kid. tramp stamp. body gems. just iconic.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ۪ㅤ— ㅤ۫ㅤ๑ㅤ ۟ㅤ ˗ˋˏ 🛍️ ㅤ‧₊ ♱

w/ matt — you guys met at another influencer’s bday party and immediately hit it off. you’d complimented his tattoos and he’d complimented you—like in general. he’s definitely a little obsessed with you. especially when y’all start dating, he doesn’t like it when you go to parties without him cause he knows all the guys would be all over you. sometimes he comes to the parties with you, but you usually stay back for him. and obviously he apologizes for making you miss another party in ways that no one else could. at least, not as good as him.

w/ chris — he lovess your hats. when he leaves the morning after a sleepover and you realize another one of your vintage von trucker hats that you’d personally bedazzled was missing, you called him right away. “i…have no idea what you’re talking about, babe.” you could smell the lie through the phone, but you didn’t care, cause he’d be back by night, giving you both your hat, and a little something extra.

w/ nate — its so cute; he follows you around like a lost puppy. especially when you take him shopping. he’s just staring at you with lovey eyes as you throw piles of clothes into his arms, trailing behind you. you were usually on top, but when he matures a little more, he starts paying for everything and becomes a lillll more dominant. he does still occasionally he asks you to take control. but you like being his pillow princess.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ .⁺ ⸝⸝

just me acknowledging that this is 100% inspired by multiple other writers on this app, specifically, starfxkr, princessbrunette (love her sm) and donatellawritings, and if any of the writers who use these type of !readers see this and feel that my interpretation is too close to theirs and they want me to take this down, i will.

󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠𓊆ྀི󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠⠀ׁ⠀ㅤ © ㅤ 𝓵𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖾𝖻𝗈𝗍 ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ . ⠀ ୭ৎ ㅤ 󠀠󠀠󠀠𓊇ྀི

#✿₊˚𓂃 library. #in looooooveeeee with this oh my god #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader

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would you do bambi (🦌) reader? 💌

thank you for the ask !! i have my four main !readers but if anyone has ideas for occasional side !readers then please send them in🎀🎀

bambi!reader

my sleepy babyy. so clumsy she can barely walk straight. nail art. brown lash extensions. “out of my league” by fitz and the tantrums. book nerd. pleated skirts. loves watching childhood shows. straight brows. works at the library with teddy!reader, reading to the little kids. brown doc martins. she always looks confused (furrowed brows and pouted lips). off the shoulder sweaters. space buns. listens to music on her walkman.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ۪ㅤ— ㅤ۫ㅤ๑ㅤ ۟ㅤ ˗ˋˏ 🦌 ㅤ‧₊ ♱

w/ matt — my tired babiessss. you guys are alwayss caught on camera sleeping together. you both sleep until 3pm unless you’re woken up early. he’s always buying you more books whenever you finish the one you’re working on. pillow princess as fuckkkk. you make sure your bed is soo comfy since you’re always napping, so after sex, it’s immediate sleep. every time he has to lightly tap your cheek and tell you to “go pee”. if he didn’t, you’d go right to bed. he’s just that good.

w/ chris — he bathesss in the feeling of being in charge of you. you’re always wandering off or zoning out, so he’s constantly watching over you. you like in when he takes charge too. though, in bed, he likes it when you’re on top. he still does most of the working, thrusting up into you aggressively, but he lovess watching your tits bounce in his face.

w/ nate — no matter what, you’re always cuddling him. on the couch, in the car, in a restaurant, in bed, basically wherever. it’s just that he smells so nice, and he’s so cuddly. even during sex, you’re clinging to him; however you can. your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck, or your knees trapping him in while straddling him. it makes it harder for him to be soft with you, which he eventually just gives up on.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ .⁺ ⸝⸝

just me acknowledging that this is 100% inspired by multiple other writers on this app, specifically, starfxkr, princessbrunette (love her sm) and donatellawritings, and if any of the writers who use these type of !readers see this and feel that my interpretation is too close to theirs and they want me to take this down, i will.

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#✿₊˚𓂃 library. #4 + 4 �� #oh em gee you eat this up every single time 😭 #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader