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[sturnssan]

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮

You can call me An

She/Her

I'm Latina (born and raised)

My birthday is May 10th

I'm a matt girl

I have two dogs and two cats

I've been following the triplets since March 2023

Music: Lil Peep, Frank Ocean, Travis Scott, Ariana Grande, 5SOS, Louis Tomlinson.

Movies: 10 things I hate about you, clockwork orange, white chicks, the silence of the lambs, most of the Avengers saga, dead poets society.

If you have any request, send it to my inbox!

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓝𝓞𝓣 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

I'm very excited about these new projects I'm working on!

I hope to get along with all these Sturniolo writers who are so talented! I love them!

Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

[sturnssan]

𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻

Rockstar! Matt x Fangirl! Reader

Summary: Y/N goes to her favorite band concert, but what happens when the lead singer looks at you?

Warnings: SMUT, oral (m!receiving) p in v, safe sex.

Taglist: @isasflorals @izzisturns @chrepsi @conspiracy-ash

For a couple months, they were the best-kept secret of the underground music scene-until one fateful night changed everything.

A fan's video of their blistering cover of a rock anthem went viral on YouTube, racking up millions of views overnight.

Now, Thunderbolt Revival is no longer just a name whispered among die-hard music fans-they're headlining sold-out-arenas across America.

Y/N knew them for a while now, she met them at a local bar once, never talked to them, but they saw her—Specifically, the singer and guitarist of the band, Matthew—

She went to a concert in Boston, the city where the band is from, but while they were playing, she felt Matt's heavy gaze on her, making her feel small.

When the concert ended, she was full of en excited to see her favorite band again, this time on the front row.

As she was leaving the arena, a security guard stopped her.

"He's looking for you," the guard muttered, trying not to draw attention to those leaving the arena.

"Who's looking for me?" She asks confused. "The guitarist, please come with me, I'll take you to his dressing room." The guard says. She, a little hesitant, nods and goes with him.

They walk backstage, reaching the dressing rooms, where the guard knocks on the door and when Matt opens the door, he smiles, a mischievous smile "Come in, please" He tells her, she nods and comes in, the guard leaves.

"I saw you in the audience, front row, a very pretty and unforgettable face," Matt says, motioning for her to sit on the dressing room couch.

She sits down "Thanks, I really love your band"

"I know, I remember you, you were in the bar where we played the first time, since that day I always think about your face and how hot you are" Matt says boldly, to which she smiles with blushing cheeks. "You know why you're here, right?"

"I think I have a little idea of what I'm doing here"

She says a little embarrassed and blushing seeing her favorite guitarist so close.

"I guess you've heard the rumors, huh, sweetheart?" Matt asks, walking over to her, taking her chin and lifting it up so she could see his face, she nods.

"Good girl...I bet you'd look prettier sucking my cock." He says and upon hearing a small affirmation from her he unzips his pants.

Y/N kneels down and takes charge of pulling them down on her own, as well as the boxers, wow, it was big, much bigger than she expected "I... God"

She murmurs and he lets out a groan "Go on"

Y/N starts by slowly massaging the entire length and then giving kitten licks to the tip. She then takes it all in her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat as she bobs her head and gags, making Matt let out low moans and pushes her head down to take more of him.

Matt growls "Shit, keep going, good girl...Fuck...Taking me so good…I'm close" She keeps doing it harder, finally making him let out sighs and whimpers "I'm cumming, can I cum in your pretty mouth?" As he feels her nod he let's himself go, pouring hot liquid all over her throat, she swallows every drop, making him smile.

Then he throws her on the couch, and gets on top of her, but not before taking a condom. "I'm not that stupid, sweetheart" he says and puts it on. "Such a short skirt…Can I take it off, baby?" He speaks softly and she nods, he rips of the skirt and she gasps "I'll buy you another one" He mumbles and runs a finger through her soaked underwear, she whimpers and grinds on his hand looking more friction "Calm down sweetheart...I'm taking my time"

He finally puts her underwear aside, starts to tease her with his fingers but she stops him "What's wrong? Did it make you uncomfortable?" He asks worriedly. "We can stop if you want, you don't have to do this…" He says and strokes her chin "No...No, just that...Well...I don't want your fingers, I want you, raw" She says blushing, biting her lower lip nervously.

He smiles mischievously "Fine, whatever you say" He says and gives her a small kiss on the lips before lining up "Ready?" She nods and he starts to push himself into her.

She starts whimpering, the pain burning a little at the stretch, as he waits for her to be ready he kisses her face "I'll start whenever you want, relax sweetheart, it'll be easier that way."

When she feels ready she touches his arm a little and murmurs "Move" He begins to do it, first they are soft movements while he gently takes her hips, then, he begins to increase his speed and making her moan faster "So…So good, please don't stop" She murmurs and scratches his back.

"Fuck…Sweetheart, taking me so good" He says and increases his pace, making her whine "Close" She moans "Huh? close already? I barely touched you…" He says teasing her which makes her roll her eyes.

After a few more minutes she finally releases herself, and after a few more thrust he lets go, filling up the condom.

"You okay?" He asks immediately, pulling out and giving her a kiss on the temple, she nods and after a while, they start to get dressed.

I was reading my drafts and I found this 😭😭

Honestly, it's a little embarrassing because I wrote this when I was 16 💀💀💀 (a while ago dw)

However, I decided to post it to try and revive my account a bit; more stories are coming soon! 💕

TYSM for reading! If you have any ideas for fics you can leave them in my inbox.

Click here if you want to check my masterlist!!

Comment here to be added to my taglist!

[sturnssan]

hiii y'all remember me? 🥹🥹

I've been SUPER busy I recently started college and i hadn't logged in the app BUT I promise y'all I'll continue to write every once in a while!

sending every single one of you lots of love 🩷

[sturnssan]

hii guys

I've been incredibly busy these past few months, but I hope I can bring you more stories soon. 🫶

[sturnssan]

can i pretty pls be on ur taglist w a cherry on top?? 🥺

YES OFC! ADDED 💓

[sirensdollesque]

"theres only smut!!" "no one writes fluff or angst!" "we want more fluff or angst" and yet everytime someone writes angst and/or fluff there's barely any notes/interaction on there.

as an only fluff/angst blog its disheartening to see my work decline in notes due to the soul reason that it isnt smut.

you cant complain that there isn't enough smut or angst if you dont interact!! there are soooooo many writers who write the most tooth aching fluff and the most gut wrenching angst ive ever read.

and this post isnt for me to complain but I think I speak for all that it sucks when you put your SOUL into a fluff or angst work and see it never exceed more that 150 notes. And honestly as much as id like to say the numbers dont bug me, sometimes it does and it causes some to lose intrest in putting out work.

So, if you want more fluff and angst: SUPPORT THE WRITTERS WHO PUT IT OUT !!

[sturnssan]

THIS

[sturnssan]

𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓤𝓼

Summary: A relationship once full of laughter and promises now drowns in silence and memories. Between cold coffee and avoided glances, two lovers face that love isn’t always enough to save what’s already broken.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 612.

Taglist: @isasflorals @izzisturns @chrepsi

She sat curled up on the couch, knees pulled to her chest, watching the steam curl from the coffee mug Matt had set down in front of her. He moved around the kitchen like someone who lived there but didn’t belong — slow, quiet, deliberately avoiding the creak in the floorboard by the sink.

“Do you want coffee?” he’d asked earlier, his tone almost polite, like they were acquaintances.

“Sure,” she’d said, even though coffee made her stomach twist these days. Her voice was barely above a whisper, the kind you use when you’re afraid too much sound might break something fragile — though she couldn’t tell if the fragile thing was him, or her, or whatever was left between them.

It hadn’t always been like this.

She remembered the beginning in bright, vivid flashes: the way he’d once leaned across the center console of his car just to kiss her at a red light, how he’d hold her hand like he was afraid of losing it if he let go. There had been nights of laughing so hard they’d cried, mornings where they lay in bed for hours, making promises they truly believed they’d keep.

Now, even eye contact felt like a risk.

The change had been slow, almost invisible at first — a missed call here, a canceled plan there. He’d started working late more often; she’d stopped asking why. The fights came later, never loud but always sharp, each word a small wound. And when the fights stopped, the silence hurt worse.

The coffee maker beeped, pulling her out of her thoughts. He poured hers, black, the way she used to like it, but he didn’t ask if she’d changed. He set it on the table, sat across from her, and stared into his own mug like it might give him answers.

“Do you ever think about how we used to be?” she asked suddenly.

His eyes flicked up to hers, startled, but only for a second. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Sometimes.”

She almost laughed — the hollow kind, the kind that doesn’t reach your eyes. “Sometimes? I think about it every day.”

His shoulders tensed. “What do you want me to say? That I miss it? I do. But we’re not those people anymore.”

Her chest tightened. “We could be, if we—”

“No.” His voice was firm, the kind of finality that leaves no room for negotiation. “We can’t. And you know it.”

The words hit harder than she’d expected. She stared at him, trying to find some trace of the boy who had once told her she was his safe place. All she saw was someone tired. Someone ready to leave.

She swallowed hard. “It wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

Matt’s gaze fell back to his coffee. “Things don’t end the way we want. They end when they have to.”

Her fingers curled around her mug, but the coffee had already gone cold. “So what now?”

He exhaled slowly. “Now… we stop pretending.”

That was it. No grand speech, no dramatic exit — just a quiet agreement that the thing they had been building for years had crumbled beyond repair.

She thought about their first apartment, about the beach trip where they’d fallen asleep on the sand, about the way he’d once looked at her like she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. She thought about how much it hurt to know those moments were now just stories she’d tell herself when she couldn’t sleep.

And she realized, with a heavy, aching certainty, that no matter how many times she tried to replay the past, the present had already decided the ending.

TYSM for reading! If you have any ideas for fics you can leave them in my inbox.

Click here if you want to check my masterlist!!

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Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

[sturnssan]

𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Warnings: Use of drugs, (don't do) casual hook up, blunts, smoking

Taglist: @isasflorals @chrepsi @izzisturns

Summary: A music producer and a dentistry student meet at a festival for a casual hookup, but their aimless nights of smoke and detachment slowly evolve into an unexpected, messy connection that starts to feel real. But can something built on nothing truly last?

He met her at a festival he didn’t even want to go to. She was high off something she didn’t name, eyes half-lidded, smile crooked. Said she was studying dentistry but only ever talked about old movies and sound design.

He told her he produced music.

She said, “Cool,” and kissed him like that meant something.

They hooked up that night behind the stage trailers—no names, no numbers, just skin and adrenaline, bass bleeding through the walls. No romance, just heat. No slow build, just now.

But the next day, she showed up again.

He didn’t know why she came back.

She didn’t know why he let her in.

Maybe it was how her voice sounded at 3 a.m.

Maybe it was how she let him roll his blunts.

Maybe it was that one time they both stared at the ceiling when high and she whispered, “What are we smoking anyway?”

They kept hooking up. No rules. No promises. Just long nights on the couch in his home studio, her shirt half-off, his hands under it. Her lipstick on his water bottle. His beats looping in the background while she moaned into his neck.

She’d ask things like, “Are you ever really here?”

And he’d answer, “Are you?”

Neither of them really were.

She said she liked how being with him didn’t feel like anything. That’s what she needed—nothing. He understood that.

But the more they blurred the lines, the more staying started to mean something. She’d fall asleep on his chest. He’d make her breakfast. She’d leave hair ties in his bathroom. He’d write tracks that sounded like her laugh.

And one day, out of nowhere, she looked at him—eyes red from too little sleep and too much everything—and said, “I don’t want to float away anymore.”

He didn’t know how to answer. So he kissed her instead. Slower this time. Softer.

They didn’t change overnight.

They still smoked things they didn’t name.

Still felt the haze sometimes.

But now she stayed.

And that numb, foggy thing between them?

It started to feel like something close to real.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it.

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Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

-An 𑁍

[sturnssan]

hi guys, i'm back after a while, i'm so sorry for being inactive, it's been a couple rough months.

but i'm working on new stories and I hope you guys like them!

[sturnssan]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝓵𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Warnings: Pregnancy scare, crying, arguing.

Word count: 748

Taglist: @isasflorals @izzisturns

Summary: After a week of suspicions and symptoms, Y/N decides to tell her boyfriend, but this will not go as she expects.

The nausea starts on a Tuesday. At first, it seems harmless—maybe just something bad you ate, maybe just exhaustion. But then Wednesday comes, and the nausea doesn’t leave. Waking up feels like dragging through quicksand, your stomach twisting the second you open your eyes. Dry heaving over the sink becomes part of the routine before forcing yourself to pretend everything is normal.

By Friday, it’s worse. The dizziness, the exhaustion that makes every movement feel like too much. Certain smells turn your stomach, and food barely makes it past your lips. Matt watches when you push your plate away at dinner, brows drawn together.

“You okay?” he asks.

You force a smile. “Yeah.”

You don’t tell him about the nights spent counting the days, about how your heart pounds every time you glance at the calendar. You don’t tell him you’re late.

One week turns into two.

It has to be stress. That’s what you tell yourself. That’s what you cling to as each day passes without change. But deep down, the truth settles in like a weight on your chest.

Tears burn hot against your skin in the shower one night, silent sobs wracking your body as you press trembling hands against your stomach. As if that could erase the terrifying what if that lingers in your mind.

Matt notices the change. He notices when you flinch at the smell of coffee, when you excuse yourself mid-conversation to sit on the cold bathroom floor, willing the nausea to pass. He notices when your touch becomes distant, when your kisses feel like a whisper of what they were.

“Something’s wrong,” he says one night, voice firm but gentle.

“I’m fine.”

His jaw tightens. “You’re not.”

But you can’t say it. Because once the words are out, they become real.

It happens on a Sunday.

The nausea wakes you up before the sun. You barely make it to the bathroom in time, gripping the toilet as your stomach twists violently. The dizziness is worse this time, making the world spin.

You don’t hear Matt come in, but suddenly he’s there, kneeling beside you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. His voice is soft, filled with something fragile. “Talk to me,” he pleads. “Please.”

Your throat tightens.

“I think I might be pregnant.”

The words hang in the air like a thunderclap.

When you finally look up, Matt is staring, his face pale, his expression unreadable. “What?”

“I’m late,” you confess. “I’ve been sick. I—” Your voice wavers. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

His reaction is instant. He steps back, raking a hand through his hair. “You didn’t know how to tell me?” His voice is sharp, laced with something raw. “You’ve known this whole time?”

Tears blur your vision. “I was scared.”

“So was I!” His voice cracks, and it cuts through you. “Do you know what it’s been like watching you pull away? Wondering what I did wrong? Thinking you didn’t trust me enough to tell me?”

You open your mouth, but no words come out.

Matt lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Do you even know for sure?”

You swallow hard. “I bought a test.”

His expression shifts, the anger dimming beneath the fear. “When?”

Your voice is barely a whisper. “Now.”

The next ten minutes stretch endlessly.

Matt sits on the edge of the tub, his leg bouncing restlessly. You sit on the floor, arms wrapped around yourself. The test rests on the counter, a silent judge. Neither of you speaks.

The timer on your phone goes off.

You don’t move.

Matt exhales shakily. “Do you want me to—?”

Shaking your head, you force yourself to stand, legs trembling beneath you. Every breath feels heavy as you step forward, as you let your eyes drift down.

Negative.

The word blurs through the tears that spill over before you can stop them.

Behind you, Matt lets out a shaky breath. “It’s negative?”

You nod.

Then, suddenly, his arms are around you, holding you so tightly it knocks the air from your lungs. A broken sob escapes as you clutch onto him, burying your face in his chest. His heartbeat pounds against your ear, fast and uneven.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

His hand tightens in your hair. “Me too.”

Maybe it’s not perfect. Maybe there are things that need fixing, words that need saying. But for now, wrapped in each other’s arms, one thing is certain—whatever happens next, you won’t go through it alone.

TYSM for reading I loved writing this!!

I have like three more fics to complete + personal life so sorry for the inactivity 😞

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Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

-𝓐𝓷𑁍

[sturnssan]

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Chris Sturniolo

𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷 (angst)

Matt Sturniolo

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓵 (fluff)

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝓵𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 (angst)

𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮

𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓤𝓼 (angst)

𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻 (smut)

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

[sturnssan]

Hi! sorry to bother! but there's a user that goes by @ forevermore777 and he has been banned alot, but he keeps coming back.

Hes a grown man that sexualizes 17 year old ariana greenblatt. he posts in her tag too and he's really gross… :/

pleas report him!! tagging/telling others about this helps!

eww absolutely disgusting

plss report!

[sturnssan]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓵

Bsf!Matt x Bsf!Reader

Warnings: None. Pure fluff.

Taglist: @isasflorals @izzisturns

Summary: Matt and Y/N have been best friends for years, but what happens when they go to the fair? One of their traditions.

The annual summer fair had always been a tradition for Matt and Y/N. Ever since they were kids, they’d spent countless evenings together, racing from ride to ride, challenging each other at the carnival games, and sharing way too many sugary treats. But this year felt different—at least for Matt.

He had been keeping a secret for months now. Somewhere along the way, his best friend had become more than just that. The way she laughed, the way she always saved the last bite of her birthday cake for him, the way her eyes lit up when she won a stuffed animal—it had all made him realize that he was in love with her. And tonight, he was finally going to tell her.

They had just finished a round of ring toss (which Matt had failed spectacularly, much to Y/N’s amusement) when she tugged on his hand.

"Look! Is the ferris wheel!" she announced with a grin, it is her favorite ride in the fair.

Matt swallowed nervously but let her drag him along. The Ferris wheel had always been her favorite ride, and tonight, it would become the most important one of his life.

As they settled into the small carriage, the ride began its slow ascent. The fairground below them twinkled with lights, the laughter and music blending into a soft hum. Y/N leaned back, letting the summer breeze play with her hair, completely at ease.

Matt, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. He clenched his fists, rehearsing the words in his head. But when she turned to him, smiling so effortlessly, everything else faded away.

"Hey, Y/N?" His voice was quieter than usual.

She tilted her head. "Yeah?"

The Ferris wheel stopped at the very top, leaving them suspended in the night sky. It was now or never.

"I—uh—I’ve been meaning to tell you something." He took a deep breath. "I think I’m in love with you. No, I know I’m in love with you. And I don’t want to just be your best friend anymore. I want to be the one who holds your hand on purpose, the one who wins you a million stuffed animals, the one who—"

Y/N didn’t let him finish. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her own face warm with a blush.

"You idiot," she whispered with a grin. "I’ve been waiting for you to say that."

Matt blinked, his brain catching up to her words. "Wait—does that mean...?"

She giggled, intertwining their fingers. "Yes…I love you too."

The Ferris wheel started moving again, but Matt felt like he was floating long before they reached the ground.

From that night on, they were inseparable—not just as best friends, but as something even sweeter. Holding hands became second nature, kisses became a daily routine, and stolen glances turned into whispered confessions.

And every summer, they made sure to ride the Ferris wheel together, where it all began.

Thanks for reading! I hope you loved it!

dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if something is not understandable.

-An 𑁍

[sturnssan]

posting today!!

taglist HERE

[sturnssan]

guys i need help

what should i post first?

rockstar!matt x fan!reader (smut)

bsf!matt x bsf!reader (fluff)

Voting ended onMar 2, 2025

[sturnssan]

hi baee, u have such a nice music taste

hii tysm yours are so nice too, like wdym michael jackson?! love itt

[vxncevis]

I wanted to make one of these!⋆. 𐙚 ̊

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Favorite Disney duo, A random color palette, favorite triplet, and a random baby animal

(All photos are from Pinterest!)

⋆. 𐙚 ̊Vxncevis’ tags!

• @bernardsbendystraws @chrepsi @ariastur9z

@muwapsturniolo

and anyone else who wants to join!

[stxrsniolo-deactivated20250615]

cutest idea, i wanted to join <3

no pressure tags: @drewswife @sturnzfresh @sturnshood @blushsturns @sturns-mermaid @raesturns @rcklessheavn

[drewswife]

tags: @chrislilcumslvt @chrepsi @chrissweetheart @sturnssan

thanks for the tag!

[sturnssan]

love the idea smm 💗

no pressure tags: @ishasturnz @sturniolo101 @isasflorals @sturnberries