chrissturniolossidebitch

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

Hi. This is the first time I’ve done something like this so the formatting might be weird. Here’s the link if it’s easier to view. If there’s any spelling errors or grammar mistakes please let me know. Thanks

Anyways. I found evidence that Juno/Bri is Star aka the girl who is pretending to date Matt on here.

Someone asked Bri if she was @/SturnioloFruitloop and @/darksturnioloqueen. She confirmed she is in fact Juno.

When looking up Juno’s username on here. People posted her other accounts @/Sturniololuv08 and @/Letstrip1975

When looking up Letstrip1975, I saw that the account follows Star, Dolly and the fake accounts.

These screenshots just show that Bri and Star both follow and interact with the same people on different social media platforms. (Charlotte is Dolly) PLEASE DO NOT SEND HATE TO STURNBOO

These screenshots show that Bri and Star have the same shoes. Not the best evidence I know but looking at all of it together, I feel like it needed to be added

Now we get to Bri’s spotify. One of her recently listened to artists is Speed Gang. Someone Star saw in person

These go hand in hand. In Stars NDA moodboard she has a building from Chicago. Same building Bri posted on insta. Star also said she goes to Chicago because she has family there. But says she’s from the East Coast. Bri’s insta bio also says she’s from the east coast

Bri posted on tiktok that her 3 year old daughter gave her a tattoo. As you can see, there’s a tattoo machine. Star has also said she owns a tattoo machine. Again, Not the best evidence but all together but felt like it needed to be added.

Now onto the most damning evidence. I found this late last night while putting this all together, which is why it’s not at the top. (I’m going tab by tab on the google doc so it’s easier to follow)

Juno and Star both posted the exact same screenshot of their airbuds profile. When I looked up Bri’s username on airbuds. We see that they all have the same favorited songs.

Again these I found late last night and wanted to add them. Here we have Juno’s second account @/lightsturniolowitch interacting with fake Matt’s post. Juno posted that she can’t believe Matt is in her life and look who commented? Dolly.

(I just thought this was funny)

This is all I have for now. If I get more evidence I will add on. I hope all this makes sense and is enough proof for you guys. Thank you for reading.

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

fuck it, i'm summoning my sleep paralysis demons.

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

i’ve always wanted to see the eiffel tower (:

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

LMFAOOO

this is unfortunately how i picture chris’s pose during this story post:(

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

— newboy!matt and sheriff'sdaughter!reader meet again.

au masterlist ꒰ here ꒱ | taglist ꒰ here ꒱ | main masterlist ꒰ here ꒱

꒰ midnight. saturday night ꒱

you’d always been told by your parents, especially your dad, not to drive around this late at night.

your dad would be out on his usual saturday night patrol by now, and if he knew you were still out on the roads at this time, he’d lose it. he’d be even more mad if he knew that you’d accidentally let your tank get almost empty and had no other choice but to stop at the gas station on your way home.

the town you had always lived in your whole life was small, and it was quiet, nothing really ever happened here but your dad being the sheriff made you feel more protected than most especially when you were out late at night. everyone in this town knew everyone and they all knew who you and your family were, they all called you baby, because of course, you were the sheriff’s youngest baby, it was a nickname given to you when you were younge and it had just stuck forever.

you pulled into the gas station, the only light being from inside the station store. it had a dark, cold and almost abandoned feel to it, the lights above you flickered where they were barely working, this place was so rundown but it was the only one in town that stayed open past midnight therefore your only choice right now.

as you stopped your car’s engine, you noticed that there was another vehicle here, it was a black truck, it was brand new and you recognised it almost instantly. it was nathan doe’s truck.

your stomach sank. it had been nearly two weeks since the bar fight incident, but everyone in town including all your friends were still talking about it, and you’d heard the rumours that nate had closely befriended matt, the mysterious new boy in town causing all the trouble.

you jumped out, pretending you hadn’t seen it but as you moved around your car, there he was standing there. matt.

he was leaning casually against nate’s truck, he had his hood up, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he typed away to someone on his phone. it was dark, but you could still make out the cut on his lip and the purple bruise still lingering beneath his left eye. they looked like they were healing, but they were still there.

you pretended you hadn’t noticed him, hoping you could just fill up your tank and leave without being noticed. your hands were shaking a little, unsure why you suddenly felt nervous but you tightened your grip on the pump and carried on.

“does daddy know you’re out this late?”

matt’s voice was low, and you could now feel his eyes on you.

you didn’t look over at him, attempting to focus on what you were doing.

“do you know how bad smoking is for you?” you say, finally looking over at him.

he glances at you, then drops the cigarette to the ground crushing it under his shoe without saying another word.

your eyes meet then, neither of you saying anything else nor looking away from each other. his eye contact is intense, and it instantly makes you feel more nervous.

“i haven’t been able to stop thinking abo—“ matt starts to say, but he’s cut off by the sound of the store doors behind him opening.

nate appears, a drink in one hand and a box of cigarettes in the other. he tosses the box over to matt, looking over to you with a grin on his face. “oh, hi baby,” he says calling you by your nickname intentionally, but friendly as always as he makes his way round to the drivers seat of his truck. “you good?”

you nod, but your eyes stay locked on matt’s, as his are still on yours. he gives you a small nod, then he steps back towards the car as nate climbs in and starts the engine, but before matt gets in the truck, his voice is low, again.

“i’ll be seeing ya, baby.”

—

꒰ 🏷️ tags ꒱ @oopsiedaisydeer | @sturns-mermaid | @leaningoutthewindow | @bluestriips | @izzylovesmatt | @cykss | @backwardshatnick | @jaybirdie34 | @skye-44 | @marrykisskilled | @courta13 | @idkwhatimdoinghereeeeeee | @whore-for-pickles24 | @auttysturnz | @chrismyman | @urmama2464 | @kitty-meow-meow44 | @matts-247 | @j21l91 | @mattsturnzz24 | @iloveneilperry | @ilovesamgoldencoch | @nixizz | @pip4444chris | @msvalsius | @xlprkendal | @evansturn | @lovingpeachdefendor22 | @sheluvsthesturniolos | @moond0llie

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

if they post themselves saying the r-slur(which mind you, is a slur that is unfortunately used on a daily in some places), imagine what other things they say.

BAILEY, WE WOULDNT HAVE EVEN KNOWNNNN THATS WHATS KILLING ME

LIKE YOU SHOT YOURSELVES WE JUST WATCHING YOU BLEED 😭

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

i’ve been chilling out on speaking my mind when it comes to issues that arise on tumblr but i do think it’s worth saying something super quick while this is all fresh and relevant.

to comfortably post a member of your group chat so freely using a slur that most people are not comfortable saying or seeing and nobody saw an issue with it says so much about not only that person but everybody in the gc. you’re all very comfortable saying this shit around each other and it just shows everybody’s character clear as day.

on another hand, the shit you say about the triplets while claiming to be a fan is actually gross and genuinely disappointing because how are you a fan of them but turning around and calling chris dumb and shit? he’s a person with feelings and if you want to talk about him amongst yourselves that’s one thing, but again, feeling comfortable posting the rude shit you say about him just shows how awful you guys really are.

i know a lot of this is just the desperate need to fit in and the want to be liked but i promise there’s a lot more to life than being a mean girl on the internet. you all give insecure pick me and it’s fucking saaad.

all i can say is stand the fuck up and find something more productive than being a hater weirdo on the internet.

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

@mattscoquette is defending the r slur being used to make fun of someone. She said “the person can say it”. If doesn’t matter, it’s a derogatory term used against people with disabilities. Using it against someone with a disability, even if you have one, is crazy and not okay

The thing with disabilities is there’s a huge plethora, so even if there’s “reclaiming” involved, you can’t use it to talk about someone else! And especially you should not be posting it as a funny moment to the public.

There’s zero justification for this at all 😭

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬 out of context (part nine) (imessage edition) .ᐟ

@snoopychris. @mattscoquette. @whore4mattsturniolo. @chrattho1. @cvnntagious @submattenthusiast-deactivated20. @sosasturns.

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

Alright sit down everyone cuz I have shit to say 😭

SHUT UP WITH GC BULLSHIT! IT IS NEVER THIS DAMN SERIOUS AND HONESTLY, ITS STARTING TO FEEL LIKE OG TUMBLR WITH GC DRAMA!!!

Like I’m gonna be so fr, this shit is annoying. I’m scrolling through the tags and all I’m seeing is beef with grpchats that don’t even need to happen.

So what if ppl are in grpchats and making posts about it? Thats what fandoms are for! We interact with eachother and make friends! I understand ppl start to feel left out, fomo is a natural human feeling but that does not mean you make hate campaigns. JUST MAKE MORE FRIENDS/ YOUR OWN GRPCHAT!! OR BLOCK!!!

And as for the allegations being thrown around and the other shit. Idk much about it but it seems like anons and others don’t agree with how it was cleared up. What I have to say to that point is BLOCK!!! Like omg, no matter who it is (friends, family, celebrity etc) if you don’t like how they cleared something up BLOCK AND KEEP IT MOVING!! THERES NO REASON TO SEND MULTIPLE HATE ANONS AND KEEP THIS SHIT GOING! AGAIN I DONT KNOW THE FULL CONTEXT OF THE ALLEGATIONS BUT WHAT IF THATS ALL THE EVIDENCE THE PERSON HAD TO CLEAR THEIR NAME!?

There’s truly no reason for all this back and forth cause guess what? The more attention you bring to it, the longer it’s going to keep going and piss people off!! All of us react, that’s normal, I definitely had my fair share of reacting to shit on this app. And that’s why I’m saying this shit now.

Stop reacting! If you ignore it, the other person looks crazy and will eventually drop it. Or, if you wanna talk about it so bad, go to them privetly and talk in dms. Keep it out the damn tags. We don’t need to see the beef and also, STOP DRAGGING PPL INTO SHIT AND IT DONT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THEM!

There’s no way blogs should be getting shit in their inbox with questions like “is this really the triplets?” “What do you think of this?” “Have you seen this drama? What’s going on?”

THAT STARTS MORE SHIT AND KEEPS IT IN A NEVER ENDING FUCKING LOOP!!!

And imma be fr, all parties, including the parties involved in the drama the last two fucking weeks ARE WRONG IN THEIR OWN WAY! NO ONE IS INNOCENT! NO ONE SHOULD BE HAVING ANONS HATE IN THEIR DEFENSE!

KEEP THE SHIT BETWEEN FRIENDS, IN GRPCHATS, AND IN DMS! KEEP IT OUT OF THE FUCKING TAGS AND USE THE DAMN BLOCK BUTTON! ITS THERE FOR A REASON!

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. Sorry for putting this in the tags, I just need/want ppl to see it and reblog so this shit can stop.

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

ೃ࿔*:･ Snow .ᐟ Reader x FWB.ᐟ Matt

The aftermath of your ex coming over. ⤷ P2 to this but can be read as a standalone.

⚠︎ angst, fluff, crying, hugging, protective!matt

Twenty-nine minutes. Matt is staring at the time displayed on his car and his phone, watching both, waiting for another minute to pass since you told him to wait half an hour. 

The second the time changes, he shifts his car into drive, stepping on the gas a little harder than he should. He’s not even down a full street, he’s waiting with his hazards on in a spot he really shouldn’t be loitering in. 

Driving in front of your apartment complex, he steps on the brakes while shifting the gears of his vehicle. He presses call on your contact, listening to the dial as he slides his seatbelt off, chewing on his bottom lip as he stares at your front door. 

“Answer, fuck,” Matt huffs, shutting off his phone as he tries to call you while simultaneously climbing out of his now parked car. He doesn’t bother neatly hooking his keys onto his belt loop like usual. 

Matt rushes up the open stairs of your apartment complex, walking up to the second floor as he stumbles in front of your door. Taking a deep sigh, he knocks on the hard wood firmly, waiting impatiently. 

His shoes shift on the wooden platform as he looks around, staring into the parking lot. Your ex’s car isn’t here. In fact, it’s dead silent. 

“C’mon,” he tuts, banging his fist harder on your door as he gnaws the inside of his cheek. Soft steps echo from the other side of the door. Matt almost sighs in relief, until he hears the unmistakable sounds of your cries. 

The door handle shifts slightly. He can tell you're hesitating, trying to hold your breath so your tears will go away—but it’s making it worse. 

“Just—just open the door, okay?” he pleas, putting his hand on the knob, waiting to hear the sound of the latch unlocking. But it doesn’t. Instead, he hears your broken sobs get caught off as you try to slap a hand over your mouth, choking over a wretched cry. 

“Hey…” This time his voice is impossibly soothing, softer than you’d ever expect in this type of situation. “-c’mon, just—unlock the door, let me see that you’re okay. Please.” he murmurs, his eyes blinking rapidly as he listens intently. 

The metal fumbling in the latch makes a breath fall from his lips—a large huff of air he didn’t even know he was holding until he felt the relief of pressure in his chest. 

As soon as he’s able to twist the door open, he bursts into your home, clutching you tightly in his arms as you bury your face in your hands. 

He can feel you trembling. Your body is vibrating with harsh sobs, your cries tugging at something in his chest that fucking stings. 

Matt swallows thickly, attempting to take a deep breath that gets caught in his throat, “It’s…it’s okay. I got you.” 

A/N: Okay well brb gonna go drink a branch or something idk.

·˚ ༘ ʚ 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𖧧

꒰ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ꒱

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

can we please normalize walking up to chris sturniolo, kissing the living fuck outta him, and running away before he even has time to process it? thank you!!

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

okay now chris’s turn! 🤗🤗

And Matt…pls…Matt gives us NOTHING (I’m sorry, I’m a whore.)

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

crying over this

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

he’s so dilf holy fuck.

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

It’s pulsing dilf matt’s name in morse code.

⋆｡°౨ৎ Dilf .ᐟ Matt needs you to STFU...

⚠︎ smut, p n v, creampie, praise kink, slight breeding kink

“Shhhh, baby, you gotta–,” Matt hisses, his words falling silent as your walls tighten around his cock. 

You know what he’s gonna say—be quiet. And fuck, you’re trying your best, but it’s so hard when he’s stretching you so good, his thick length burying into you repetitively as he holds your back against his chest on the living room couch. 

“Mat–mmmmm” The moan of his name is silenced as you bite on your lip, the squelches echoing with a profound volume. 

Matt can feel more of your combined substances gathering in a creamy ring around the base of his dick. The loud claps make his movements more powerful, more deliberate. 

A particularly harsh thrust has your nails digging into his bicep. The couch is squeaking as he ruts himself deeper—faster and harder into you. He says he wants you to be quiet, but his actions aren’t helping at all. 

You know you can’t wake them up. With the little alone time you get with kids, you have to make the most of it. And you both need this. 

“God, sweetheart.” The tone of his voice lets you know that he’s dangerously close. You’re not far either, but as one of his hands slides down, passing your belly button, running over your hooded clit…fuck. 

You’re seeing stars. 

A broken squeal is muffled as you push your face into the couch pillow. Matt lets out a dry laugh, somehow pummeling into with more intensity, almost as if he’s trying to break you for his own pride. 

“Shhhh, shhh,” Matt laughs, the sympathy ridden with mischief as his fingers trace tight, close circles around your swollen clit. His laughs huffs against the back of your ear, his lips grazing along the hairs stiffened on the side of your neck.

Everything is so intense. You can feel the knots of pleasure coiling in the pit of your gut, the overwhelming sensation of all your limbs tightening making it hard to focus on keeping your lips smothered into the pillow. 

“Shit, shit, shit. Squeezin’ me–tight—fuck, gonna cum, hm? G–go ahead,” Matt stutters, trying to keep his pace the same as your back arches off of him, your whole body shaking as you feel a hazy, electric pleasure consume every inch of your mind. 

It’s overwhelming yet relieving. The orgasm washes over you like a brutal wave, your legs are still trembling, whimpers falling from your mouth and into the pillow that’s damp with drool. 

“Fuckin—god, ‘m cummin for y—fuckkkkkkkkkk,” he breathes. Matt gives a couple lazy thrusts, the feeling of his warm seed trickling into you making you feel utterly content. 

He cradles you from behind, pushing his dick a little deeper, selfishly overstimulating you so he knows you’re absolutely full with his cum. 

Harsh pants are heard in the silence. Your skin is hot, but the feeling of him cradling you tighter against his chest is still very pleasant, especially when you feel his lips tickle against your neck, kissing behind your ear lightly. 

“Stayin’ quiet, hm?” he husks, lightly nibbling on the lobe, smirking as he feels your body shutter. “-good fuckin’ girl.” 

Requested by @phalaep (ily). Dilf!Matt credits go to the lovely @luvs4matt - she literally built this au to what it is today and she deserves all the credit in the world (i'm a simp, not sorry). Anyhow...

·˚ ༘ ʚ 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𖧧

꒰ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ꒱

[chrissturniolossidebitch]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 — 𝐂.𝐒.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ʚɞ Chris loves that you're his. ⤷ smut, fingering, dom!chris, posessive!chris, begging, not proofread!

The ink doesn’t penetrate past your skin, but somehow, you can feel it in your bones. It’s like a pulsating warm. Maybe the heat is coming from Chris’s mouth running along the black ink, or maybe it’s just your body’s way of saying this is right. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. This…” he trails off, his eyes daring upwards and into yours. The duvet beneath you seems to sink as he settles more of his weight onto you. His hands are burning into either side of your waist, clutching into your skin as if you belong to him. “-this is perfect,” he husks. 

Your gut tightens from his sultry words. The lust in his hooded eyes is making your head feel lighter, your breath coming out in short pants as he lays another open mouthed kiss on the healed tattoo. 

He’s been waiting to do this for weeks. Chris would never interfere with the healing process, putting you in any sort of discomfort or potential harm made him tick with an indescribable rage. He was tempted to kiss the mark through the plastic saran wrap at some point, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop once he started. 

Afterall, that’s exactly what’s happening right now. 

“Chris.” you hum, biting on your lower lip as he squeezes you just the faintest bit tighter. His hands swarm under your back, pulling your chest to arch into him as his lips graze on the slightest raised skin. 

“What? I can’t take my time with you?” he taunts, looking up at you with pure mischief as he circles his tongue upwards, cupping the underside of your bare breast. “-you’re mine, aren’t you, pretty girl? I mean…” he sucks in a mocking breath, his cold, nimble fingers dancing over your ribcage before landing on the letters;

𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼

“-says it right there, baby,” he rasps, the unmistakable look of pride making his lips curl into a devilish smile that makes your core ache between your legs. “All mine.”

Your mouth falls open as he wraps his lips around your nipple. Chris lets his hand wander down south, his thumb grazing between your folds as you both lets out a noise of pleasure.

"Shit." he cureses.

The feeling of how wet you are is absolutely daunting to him. He wants to take his time, appreciate this like he's been unable to, but it's fucking hard.

He's fucking hard--throbbing, even.

"My girl's wet for me, huh?" he taunts, his eyes gleaming with lust as you nod your head into the pillow, moaning quietly as he slowly dips his finger inside of you slick entrance.

Your chest tightens, your stomach dropping. Everything burns. Your hips are lifting as he starts to finger-fuck you with a single finger. It's not nearly enough to feel satisfied, but maybe it's some sort of sick payback for how long he had to wait to do this.

"I want you to say it."

You struggle to look down, but once your eyes land on his, you can tell he truly means it.

He needs you to say it so bad.

"I'm," another long moan erupts from the back of your throat, his fingers curling and grazing the perfect spot making you lose all train of thought as you become pliant under his touch.

Chris clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. He adds a second finger, making you squeal with delight before retracting it viciously.

"No, please-"

"Say it. All you gotta do is say it."

There's something about the way he's looking through you that makes your walls tighten around his fingers. Chris groans, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he gently massages your inner walls.

He's trying to get what he want, but it's so hard not to touch you.

"I-" You stutter as his thumbs rests on your clit, your eyes flutter before snapping open as you feel him slow his motions. "-'m yours. All yours, Chris. I'm...'m all yours," you breath, a long satisfied noise echoing through the room as he buries two of his fingers deep inside of you, making sure to curl them in the way he knows drives you to tense your inner thighs with desperation.

"Mmmmmm, mhm," he listens closely, the sound of your slick slapping as he really fucks his fingers into you, "-all fuckin' mine, sweetheart. All mine."

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ʚɞ When I tell you I stopped fucking breathing when I found out....

·˚ ༘ ʚ 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𖧧

꒰ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ꒱