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why are those random anons hating on minors for reading smut like there's a felon in the office and you wanna talk about some "you're a minor... reading/writing smut." like pleasseeee get a job and a life. and telling people to get a life and touch grass ??? as if what you're doing is any better ???

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penis

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thank you pretty!!

hi baddies

i literally suck at themes can someone tell me if my theme is cute or not 😭

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dealer!chris has a close call and has to hide at baker!reader's place for a little bit and she has to calm him down?

dealer!chris has a close call and has to hide at baker!reader's place and she has to calm him down

warnings: mention of a drug deal, blood, bruises

you were having one of those rare, quiet nights — sweatpants, oversized tee, lights low. the movie playing on your tv had long since lost your attention. you’d been half-scrolling through your phone, half-listening, sipping lukewarm chamomile tea, legs tucked beneath you on the couch.

the apartment smelled like vanilla from earlier — you'd baked something just because, like you always do when your head got too loud. now everything was soft and warm, your little world settled under a blanket of calm.

until someone knocked.

three times. then one.

you froze, heart stuttering.

only one person knocked like that.

you opened the door, and chris was there — hood up, jaw clenched, eyes scanning the dark hallway behind him. his clothes were damp, blood at the collar of his shirt, a bruise blooming beneath his right eye.

"i need to crash." he muttered. “can i come in?”

you stepped aside without a word.

he slipped past you like a ghost, dripping onto your hardwood floor. you shut the door, locked it, and turned to him. he stood there in your living room like he didn’t belong — shoulders tense, eyes darting, every inch of him coiled and on edge.

“you okay?” you asked, gently.

“no,” he said flatly. “but i’m breathing, so that’s a win.”

you watched him for a beat. he didn’t sit. didn’t relax. just hovered near your window, like he needed to stay close to an exit.

“i was just watching a movie,” you said, trying to soften the air. “want some tea?”

he huffed — not quite a laugh. “what, no cinnamon rolls or freshly baked cupcakes tonight?”

“didn’t know you were coming.”

he looked at you finally. “didn’t know i was coming either.”

you stepped into the kitchen without waiting for an answer and poured another mug. when you came back, he’d dropped onto the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, hands laced like he was praying or falling apart — maybe both.

you handed him the tea. he took it, but didn’t drink.

“did a drop go bad?” you asked quietly.

this time, he answered.

“yeah,” he said. “it was a setup.”

your eyes flicked to his. he wasn’t looking at you — just down into the tea like it might have answers.

“someone flipped. told them where i’d be, what time, what i’d be carrying.” he ran a hand down his face, jaw twitching. “they had guys waiting. two cars. unmarked. could’ve been cops, could’ve been worse.”

you swallowed, your voice quiet. “what happened?”

“i didn’t stop moving long enough to find out.”

he leaned back, eyes on the ceiling now, fists tight around the mug.

“i parked three blocks out, like always. but the alley was too quiet. no usual noise, no lights in the windows. just that feeling — you know?” he paused. “that gut-sick, too-late feeling. like the air’s already gone.”

you didn’t interrupt. just listened.

“i saw one of their guys behind a dumpster. radio in his hand. waitin’ for confirmation. if i’d walked ten more steps…” he trailed off, jaw clenched hard. “i backed out fast. took the long way. lost 'em, i think. but i couldn’t go home. so—” he nodded toward you. “here i am.”

you sat beside him, careful to leave space.

for a while, neither of you said anything.

“you shouldn’t keep letting me in like this,” he said eventually, voice low, worn. “not when i look like this. not when i live like this.”

you looked at him, really looked. bruised. bloodied. but still here.

“i let you in,” you said softly, “because i want to.”

he shook his head, scoffing under his breath. “you’re too good at this whole ‘giving a shit’ thing.”

“and you’re too good at pretending you don’t need it.”

he went quiet.

then, barely above a whisper:

“you’re gonna get hurt if you keep being soft with people like me.”

you looked down at your tea. “maybe. but you’re here. so, if i’m gonna get hurt — at least let it be on my terms.”

chris didn’t move for a long time.

then — slowly, carefully — he leaned back into the couch, letting himself sink into the quiet just a little. not enough to relax, not fully. but it was something. a start.

he took a sip of the tea. grimaced. “tastes like flowers.”

you smiled. “it’s calming.”

he glanced over at you. eyes softer than they had been all night.

“yeah,” he said. “that checks out.”

divider creds @bernardsbendystraws

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pretty please leave requests and questions in my ask box cause i literally have no ideas rn 🫶🏻

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hi baddies

i literally suck at themes can someone tell me if my theme is cute or not 😭

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Hii girl!! I literally just came across your account and I'm literally obsessed with dealer!chris x baker!user!! Pretty pls add me to your taglist if you have one!! 💋💋

omg thank you so much!! i dont have a taglist but i should definitely make one. if i do that i'll add you i promise!!

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period

My tits are pretty and everything i say is right

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CHRIS STURNIOLO MASTERLIST

𖦹 fluff ୨ৎ angst 𝜗𝜚 smut

DEALER!CHRIS x BAKER!USER

dealer!chris doesn't want to tell baker!user what he does to earn money 𖦹

dealer!chris has a close call and has to hide at baker!reader's place and she has to calm him down 𖦹

divider creds @bernardsbendystraws

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MASTERLIST ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

˖ ֹ੭୧ this is a list of my published work.

˖ ֹ੭୧ all of my writing will contain warnings. feel totally free to comment if i had missed anything or there is something i should add.

˖ ֹ੭୧ i will write fluff and smut, if you have an issue with that don't read my writing.

CHRIS STURNIOLO ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

MATT STURNIOLO ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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gender is NOT the same as sex…

gender is what you identify as, sex is what i'll be having with chris tonight. stay informed..😉

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dealer!chris doesn't want to tell baker!user what he does to earn money

warnings: weed, swearing, use of nicknames

you were over once again, just yapping chris’ ear off. he rolled a blunt, nodding and grinning to himself. as you asked him about his job, he froze up. he couldn’t even tell you about his job.

“shiiit, i mean, i do a little bit of this and that.” he mumbled, shrugging. his fingers diligently rolled the paper, giving you that vague explanation of a job.

“a little bit of this and that?” you pressed, frowning slightly, your curiosity piqued but cautious. you sat on the edge of his couch, legs crossed, the scent of weed already curling in the air.

chris let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he sparked up the blunt. “c’mon, you know how it is. i ain’t got no 9-to-5, let’s leave it at that.” he exhaled, smoke dancing in the dim light of the room.

you bit your lip, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your hoodie. “you’re so vague, chris. i’m just trying to understand you.”

he took a long drag, his eyes narrowing as he studied you through the haze. “nah, you’re tryna figure me out,” he said, voice low, a half-smirk tugging at his lips. “but trust me, baby, i’m a puzzle you don’t wanna solve.”

you rolled your eyes, leaning back. “you’re so dramatic. i’m not trying to ‘solve’ you, chris. i just wanna know the real you. the one behind all this…” you waved your hand at the smoke, the half-empty bottle of twisted tea, the lazy grin on his face.

he paused, the blunt hanging from his lips as he considered you. something flickered in his eyes—hesitation, maybe even regret. but then he shook his head and let out another chuckle. “you’re too sweet for that shit. too sweet for me, too.”

“so what? you’re just gonna keep pretending?” you challenged, your voice soft but firm. “you keep sayin’ you won’t change, but why not? what are you so afraid of?”

he let the blunt rest in the ashtray, his hands dropping to his lap. he stared at the floor for a moment, shoulders tense. when he looked up, his grin was gone, replaced by something raw.

“because if i change, i don’t even know who the fuck i’ll be,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “and if you’re lookin’ for some perfect version of me, baby, that ain’t gonna happen.”

you reached out, your hand brushing his. “i’m not looking for perfect, chris. i’m just looking for real.”

he swallowed, eyes darting away from yours. “real’s messy, you know that, right?”

“yeah,” you said softly. “but i’d rather have messy than fake.”

for a moment, neither of you said anything. the room was quiet, save for the low thrum of music playing from his phone. chris took another drag, his eyes distant.

“you’re too good for me,” he muttered, the smoke clouding around his face. “and i’m too stuck in my ways.”

you sighed, your heart aching a little. “maybe. but that doesn’t mean i’m gonna stop trying.”

he gave you a small, almost wistful smile. “you’re somethin’ else, cupcake."

divider creds @bernardsbendystraws

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22. late night driving. daddy issues. blasting music. soft spot for you. smoking. jealousy issues. fights. parties. protective. hookups.

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20. sweetheart. overly sensitive. baking. kali uchis. giggling. professional yapper. cinnamon rolls. vanilla perfume. lover girl. nice to everyone.

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i wanna comb his hair.

and then suck his dick.

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what are your fav blogs?

my favs are

@sweetshuga

@cupiidkills (also my fav bot creator)

@mattscoquette

@malsmind

@christrnsgf

i love them

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how do you feel about beard matt?

this is how i feel.

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