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lahbarsaglini · 13 days ago

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we need to talk about the sturniolos.

okay, so i have a lot on my mind rn. this fandom feels like hell. i feel like a big portion of the fandom are teens, probably, so here's some things that i feel like MANY of you need to hear, coming from an adult:

THEY'RE NOT GOING TO QUIT.

They’ve been building their careers around their public image after their YouTube channel for so long now. Yes, it’s very smart of them to have another source of income, like Space Camp and Fresh Love. But the brands have clients who are, primarily, their fans from social media. They’re also ADULTS. They know how difficult it is to switch up career paths after a few years. Believe me, it’s a freaking mental horror show to even think about that. Every person who ever considers moving towards a different path reflects A LOT about it. You risk losing stability, source of income and so many other things.

I truly believe they are aware of the struggles that, unfortunately, come with the job because people have a lack of common sense. Sadly, it's a risk that comes with being a public figure. Idk who they are entirely, never met them before, but from what I can see from their videos, I genuinely think that their trail of thought is all about the bigger picture. They take theirs careers very seriously.

NOT POSTING CAN MEAN MANY THINGS.

They could be solving the stalker thing. They could be looking for another place to live. LA is a mess right now because of Trump and the on-going situation, it might not be safe to record a car video outside. Even if they feel like it's safe, maybe their mother asked them to stay at home, for her sake. And even if they DO post something, some people might attack them saying they're being insensitive for posting when LA is burning in the background and the immigrants are going through great risk.

Lord, they might be helping friends or in contact with family members. They might be planning content, which, believe me - it takes time. Creation takes time. A whole lot of. Some of y'all have been complaining about their content anyways, but you want them posting back to back, non-stop. For real, what's your logic? Recording and editing takes time and care. They clearly care about their content. Give them some slack.

They're also passionate about different things. Maybe they’re working on a few solo projects. As they grow older, they WILL feel the need to have things that are a guarantee for their own individual paths and families. Nick might be working on something related to his lip balms, maybe Chris is busy putting a new moodboard together for a new collection, maybe working on his music. We know Matt has something going on related to a solo project. It might be related to his own channel, or even a book or a mental health platform, idk.

Or maybe, just maybe, they need a fucking break. Because people do need breaks sometimes. I'd be climbing up the walls if I could see all of the shit people have been saying about me

Also, since we're here... Let's talk about how UNNECESSARY certain opinions are. It's 2025, there's wars happening all over the world, a fucking plane crashed in India today, killed 300 people, there's kids starving, people with NO access to water, but you TRULY THINK that your comment about someone's appearance is important?

Let me tell you straight: IT'S NOT.

Just because you have an opinion about who grows a beard, their freaking haircut, their weight, who they're going out with, still - WHY WOULD YOU WASTE YOUR TIME?. Why, God, just tell me WHY are we still talking about other people's looks? You know what? Go plant a tree. Feed a homeless person. Adopt a pet. Spend time with your parents and friends. Go to school. Read a book. Volunteer. Do shit that it's ACTUALLY productive.

You should be responsible for your voiced opinions. Even if "it's just an opinion" like y'all love to say, you have no fucking idea of what kind of weight your words could carry for someone else. I don't remember the Sturniolos asking us what we think about any of this. It might not lead them to the extreme, but it can take a tool. They might lose confidence, trust in their audience... So... Maybe.. just go work on yourself? Like, are u going through any problems? Because i'd love to introduce to you the mirror theory. You say shit about others, but you're actually reflecting what you see in yourself.

I miss them. I do miss the videos, but life happens. For many different reasons. I'm grateful I can access the podcast. I can rewatch their content whenever I want. Nick posted some pics today. They seem to be healthy. That's what matters, right? RIGHT?

My point is: give them the benefit of doubt. practice some patience. fuck, practice SILENCE, for once.

I know they're important for many people, i get that they have saved lives by bringing you happiness. But listen to me. I got diagnosed with a tendency to form parasocial relationships. So, coming from me, with all the love and care in the world, little tiny hearts around: get some help for this. trust me. it's not a healthy path. there's professionals that can help, like they've helped me. You can't depend your whole life on someone that's on your screen.

if you miss them, you can always read something on tumblr and help out a writer by reblogging. check out my profile for that. check out the community, the hashtags...

and that's all, folks.

much love. let's heal this fandom.

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lahbarsaglini · 14 days ago

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private set

pairing: chris sturniolo!rapper x oc!dancer

preview: fresh off a sold-out stop on his Redlight Rhythm Tour in the heart of chicago, rapper chris sturniolo is still riding the high of the stage—but it’s not the crowd he can’t get out of his head. it’s her.

warning: +18 (there's a huge yellow tape down there, be for real), heavy make out, not so professional interactions

wc: 1.8k

NOTE: i'm about to deep dive into this writing thing and i want to start taking requests, posting imagines, headcanons, reactions, all that jazz. more artists and entertainers will be available soon. currently building a masterlist. lmk if you'd like to be part of a regular taglist for the sturniolo's when it comes to my work.

The bass was still thumping through the concrete walls when Chris stepped off stage, sweat clinging to his jawline, his silver chains catching the low light. He removed his cap, ran a hand through his hair, his chest still rising with adrenaline. The crowd had been wild tonight, louder than usual, like they’d felt the energy bleeding from every lyric he spit.

The Redlight Rhythm Tour wasn’t just a concert, it was an experience. A pulse. Every stop bled heat and hunger, a blend of slick choreography, moody visuals, and beats that vibrated deep in the chest. Chris had built the show like a story, each song a different chapter in the chaos of desire, fame, and late-night mistakes. Definitely not something he’d want his mother to see, with all the red strobes, velvet shadows, the scent of sweat and smoke. It was all part of the world he invited his audience into. And tonight, in Chicago, that world had hit different.

The hallway was chaotic, to say the least. Crew hustling, voices shouting over each other, wires and water bottles everywhere. But all of it faded the moment he saw her leaning against the far wall, still in her dance gear, sipping from a neon water bottle. She was laughing at something another dancer said, but the second her eyes met his, the whole world paused.

Aaliyah.

She’d only joined the tour two weeks ago, something about one of the dancers getting hurt and needing a substitute, but Chris had noticed her instantly — the way she moved like her body was fluent in rhythm. She had something raw, magnetic. He'd watched her during soundcheck. During warmups. During his verses.

And tonight? During “No Sleep”, she danced right in front of him, like she was supposed to. But the sexy choreography was leveled up with teasing smirks, and hips moving like she knew the lyrics were meant for girls like her.

Chris walked toward Aaliyah, pulling off his jacket as he approached, doing that thing he’d always do with his tongue between his teeth. She raised an eyebrow, amused.

“Good show, superstar,” she said, voice low and teasing.

“You trying to distract me up there?” he asked, licking his lips slightly. “Almost forgot the words.”

Aaliyah grinned. “Don’t worry, you did good.”

They stared at each other for a second too long. The other dancers realized they were interrupting something and left them alone. It was part of the girls routine to gossip before and after the shows about how Chris had been feeling Aaliyah since day one.

The hallway lights flickered.

“Back there’s quieter,” he said, nodding toward the green room.

“Boy..” she tilted her head, like she was debating it. She was hired for a few concerts, that was it. She should keep it professional. But damn, the Chris Sturniolo had been checking her out for days in a not very subtle way.

She stepped forward, brushing past him, their shoulders grazing. He followed. The door clicked shut behind them.

It was quiet now. Just the hum of a distant amp and the heavy silence between them. Chris dropped his mic pack on the table and turned to her, eyes darker.

“You always dance like that?” he asked.

“You hired me for a reason.”

“Nah,” Chris pulled a chair, sitting down and bending over to rest his elbows on his legs. “Tonight you were putting on a show for me, not the crowd.”

Aaliyah's throat felt too dry. She watched him, his gaze intense, unwavering. The casual pose did nothing to diminish the coiled energy radiating from him. He was right. Tonight had been different. Every move, every glance, had been aimed at him, a silent dare.

"Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice a little breathy, surprising herself with her boldness. Her eyes never left his. "And maybe you were enjoying it."

Chris leaned back, a slow smile spreading across his face, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Oh, I was. More than enjoying it, actually."

With hooded eyes, he let his knees fall apart — an open gesture, cocky and confident. His arms rested loosely on his thighs, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against his jeans. He looked up at her like he had all the time in the world. “You think I don’t see the way you move like you want something?”

“Are you always this cocky after a show?” Aaliyah stood her ground, a thrilling mix of apprehension and anticipation churning in her stomach, leaning her head. Her heart hammered frantically against her ribs, but she walked to him, stopping just an arm's length away, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his body, the faint scent of sweat and something uniquely his.

“Only when I’ve got something worth chasing.”

Her brows lifted. “So you’re chasing me now?”

“Babe,” he said, voice low and warm matching perfectly with that freaking rapper swag, getting up and closing the distance between them, “I’ve been chasing you since Detroit.”

Aaliyah’s lips parted, caught between a smirk and something real.

“Do you want me to do something about it?” Chris's words hung in the air, a potent invitation. Her eyes dropped to his mouth, then back to his.

"Hey. Look at me, " he touched her chin, lifting her head to see those beautiful, gorgeous brown eyes. “Do you want me to do something about it?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble, his hand cupping her jaw. His thumb brushed over her cheekbone, a tender, possessive gesture that sent a shiver through her.

Aaliyah didn’t answer — not with words.

Instead, she stepped in, eliminating the space between them like it had been irritating her all night. Her hand slid up his chest slowly, deliberately, fingertips dragging along the ridges of muscle beneath the fabric. She could feel the heat of him through his shirt, the pulse of tension that had been building since she started the tour schedule.

Chris’s breath hitched, eyes locked on hers.

“I think you already are,” she whispered.

His hand gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in, his mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was all heat and hunger — no hesitation. It wasn’t sweet or careful. It was craving. Weeks of pent-up glances, rehearsed restraint, and late-night thoughts poured into the way his lips moved against hers.

Aaliyah gasped softly, but he swallowed it, deepening the kiss. His other hand found her waist, fingers playing along her lower back as he pulled her body flush against his. She fit against him like they’d done this a hundred times — like her body had been made to move in sync with his, both on and off the stage.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands sliding into his hair, still damp from the show. He groaned low in his throat when her nails grazed his scalp, and it only made him kiss her harder. Tongue and teeth, lips and breath. It was messy, hot, and charged.

She tugged at the hem of his shirt, dragging it up just enough to feel the skin beneath, his abs twitching under her touch. Chris pulled back just enough to look at her, breathing hard, his thumb brushing along her cheek, then lower, across her lips, still swollen from his kiss.

“You taste like trouble,” he murmured.

She smirked, breath shaky. “You love that, don’t you?”

Oh, for sure, he did.

Their mouths met again, slower this time but no less intense. Chris guided her backward until her legs hit the edge of the worn green room couch. He sat first, pulling her down with him, and she settled into his lap.

His hands roamed her sides, thumbs brushing bare skin just under her top. Her hips shifted against him and a small “fuck” escaped under his breath, his lips parting from hers just long enough to trail kisses down her neck, over her collarbone. Aaliyah tilted her head, eyes fluttering shut, a soft sound escaping her lips when he bit right there, then soothed the spot with his tongue.

Her hands slipped under his shirt, pushing it up farther until it rested around his chest, exposing the warm skin beneath. She licked him then — once, slowly and deliberately, right over his heart — before whispering against it, “You’ve wanted this since Detroit?”

Chris looked down at her, dazed and breathless, fingers now gripping her ass.

“Since I locked eyes with you.”

His mouth found hers again, a hungry, possessive kiss that left no room for doubt. This wasn't just physical; it was an undeniable connection that had been simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to ignite. His hands moved from her ass, sliding beneath her dance top, tracing the curve of her ribs, then finding the soft swell of her breasts. Aaliyah arched into his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his thumbs grazed her nipples.

She felt a low groan vibrate through his chest as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing hers. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. The faint hum of the distant amp was a counterpoint to the rapid thrumming of her heart, a rhythm that was all Chris.

He broke the kiss, just barely, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathing heavily. His eyes, still dark with lust, searched hers. Good teaser he was, so he let the tip of his tongue touch her bottom lip, kinda like a dare, to see what would be her next step.

A sharp rapping echoed through the room, cutting through the haze of their desire like a knife. "Yo, Chris! We gotta bounce in ten! Press is waiting!" a voice boomed from just outside the door, followed by another rapid series of knocks.

Aaliyah stiffened. Chris let out a frustrated sigh, a low growl of annoyance.

"Damn it," he muttered, pulling back from her, though his hands still rested on her hips, unwilling to completely let go.

Aaliyah blinked, slowly coming back to reality, the sudden intrusion a harsh reminder of where they were and who the guy under her was. The adrenaline was still pumping through her veins, leaving her breathless and disoriented.

He pushed himself up, pulling her gently with him. His eyes, though still clouded with desire, held a hint of urgency now. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it down, the silver chains glinting under the dim light.

"Look," he said, his voice dropping, his eyes intensely focused on hers. "You guys are staying in the same hotel I am, right?”

She confirmed, biting the inside of her cheek, trying to adjust her outfit.

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, sending a fresh wave of shivers down her spine. "Come to me after the press thing. Don't make me wait." His hand gave her hip a gentle squeeze, a silent promise, before he turned and strode towards the door.

He paused with his hand on the doorknob, turning back to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "And Aaliyah?"

She met his gaze, her heart thumping after her name was called. "Yeah?"

He checked her out.

"Don’t do that."

“Do what?”

“Fix yourself. Let them know I like it messy,” he winked, then opened the door and stepped out, the chaotic sounds of the hallway rushing back in as the door clicked shut behind him, leaving Aaliyah alone, the lingering scent of his cologne filling the air.

He knew about the girl's talk.

TAGLIST: @courta13 @ohlacyy @mialovesyouchris @starslovr

DIVIDERS CREDIT: @cafekitsune

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lahbarsaglini · 14 days ago

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this one is done and ready to go but i still gotta wait a couple more hours to post 😭

private set

pairing: chris sturniolo!rapper x oc!dancer

warning: +18, heavy make out, not so professional interactions

coming out: june 12, 2025

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lahbarsaglini · 15 days ago

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lahbarsaglini · 15 days ago

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me every single motherfucking day

me: i think i’m gonna write something light and fun me: *opens doc* me: so anyway here’s a story about grief, generational trauma, and a boy who dies in the snow

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lahbarsaglini · 16 days ago

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Best thing I've done.

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lahbarsaglini · 16 days ago

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Giving Aftercare to Doms

I’ve seen a lot of writing on aftercare for subs, but never seen anything about Dom drop or the kind of aftercare that D-types need. Consequently, many people assume that aftercare is only necessary for subs, and many people don’t know what kind of aftercare to ask for or provide.

It’s natural to feel guilty when you’re inflicting pain or cruelty to someone you care about. And like with everybody, a lack of adequate aftercare can be discouraging or even dangerous. Here’s some aftercare talking points I tend to like hearing from my subs that you can use as jumping off points:

Reassure your Dom that everything they said and did during the scene was wanted and consensual. Go over and discuss anything that ended up being less than pleasurable or any sore spots that they hit if not.

If the scene went smoothly, reassure them that you are capable of saying no and/or using your safe word. Reassure them that despite roleplaying a loss of control, you know that you still were able to consent during your scene.

Reassure your Dom that you aren’t actually scared of them; and reassure them that you don’t feel like you’re being taken advantage of, nor do you think that they will.

Reassure your Dom that you trust them, you know that they are a responsible dominant, and that you don’t feel afraid that they will abuse their power over you.

Reassure your Dom that they are a good person, and that they are not evil or bad for exercising restrained and consensual cruelty during a scene.

Reassure your Dom that they don’t need to feel guilty for enjoying themselves when they are dominant with you, and that you enjoy your scenes with them as much as they do.

And some other things to keep in mind regarding aftercare as a whole....

Make sure you end the conversation/evening properly. Even if the Dom doesn’t experience Dom drop immediately, it’s very easy for Doms to feel used or like pleasure machines if they feel like they’ve been left hanging.

^^ Especially if you’re sexting or doing BDSM long distance! Do not stop responding without giving closure and reassuring your Dom that you’re okay! If you disappear without saying anything, it’s very possible that your Dom will get anxious and worry that they’ve upset or hurt you.

Check in later. Aftercare doesn’t always have to take place immediately after a scene, especially if they felt like they didn’t need much aftercare afterwards or you’ve had an informal scene and decided to skip it. Dom drop can still settle in a while after a scene has ended, so don’t ever assume you’re automatically on the same page and that care won’t be needed.

Make sure to always offer regardless. Nobody should ever have to ask for aftercare! Don’t assume that your Dom is okay and needs nothing just because they’re in control during your scenes.

And finally, Doms: don’t be afraid to ask for reassurance on the specific points you worry about! Subs can’t read your mind, and they can’t always know if the aftercare they’re giving is enough unless you tell them. You will not lose your submissive’s respect by asking for aftercare as long if they are committed to engaging in conscientious kink.

Stay safe, take care of each other, and practice kink responsibly! ♡

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