#sturniolo edit

[ilovedanielcaesar]

THEY ATE DOWNNN OMGGGG

[sturnns-world]

i would lick this man’s ass crack slick clean

[alesturniolos]

I miss twitch chris, please come back😩😩

my edit

[sturniolohohoho]

FUCK YOU TOO - PART 6

Intro 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

summary: ....no comment. just read it.

c/w: smoochin, flirting...cheating

wc: 2.6k

Y/n POV

Sometime during the night, Chris had managed to coax you into your house, but you were so tired you didn’t even remember it. You wake up tangled in your own sheets, light shining softly on your face. With a groan, you sit up and look around.  He’s nowhere to be seen, and you feel a little well of disappointment. Did he go home?

Sitting up and walking down your stairs into your kitchen, you were pleasantly surprised. Chris was standing there, looking like he just woke up, but was cooking breakfast. The scent of bacon wafted through the air, and you wondered how you didn’t notice it from upstairs.

“G’morning, y/n,” he mumbles, squinting a bit as he looks at you. His voice is several octaves lower than usual, and it would have made you laugh if it wasn’t so…anyways.

His hair is tousled and he’s dressed in sweatpants and a white tank top– yesterday’s outfit. 

“Chris! I thought you left in the middle of the night. Where did you sleep?” He shrugs and gestures to your  couch– mind you, a loveseat couch– nowhere big enough for him to fit. 

“There? Your whole body can’t even fit properly! You could’ve slept–” he interrupts you, grinning sleepily. 

“What– in your bed? Weirdo.” you groan and shove him with your shoulder. His skin is so warm and you just want to hug him, you weren’t really sure where the two of you stood, especially because of the change of events. Almost as if he’s reading your mind, he outstretches an arm and wraps it around you, hand resting on your bare shoulder.

“You’re cold,” he remarks, rubbing your skin slightly with the pad of his thumb. You let yourself melt into him, as the air fills with comfortable silence and the sizzling of breakfast.

You shift slightly, resting your head against his shoulder. “Did you, like…actually sleep?”

He snorts. “Define ‘sleep.’”

You pull back, giving him a flat look. “Chris.”

He grins, looking down at you with a sheepish expression, but there’s a hint of exhaustion in his eyes. “I’m fine. Your couch is just…uh, not made for people over five feet tall.”

You roll your eyes, but before you can reply, he leans down a little, voice dropping. “Why? You worried about me?”

There’s a teasing lilt to his tone, but his gaze is steady, searching. You huff, turning toward the counter to grab a mug. “No, I just think it’s dumb you didn’t take the extra blankets.”

“You coming to Ryan’s tonight?”

You hesitate. Not because of the party itself– you go to these all the time. But there’s something about him asking, about the way his voice is just a little too regular, that makes stop.

“I dunno,” you say, stretching your arms over your head. “Depends.”

Chris raises a brow. “On?”

You shrug. “How I feel later.”

He tilts his head, studying you. “You always feel like partying.”

“Maybe I’m tired.”

Chris hums, unconvinced. Then, after a beat, he leans in slightly, voice dropping just a little. “Or maybe you don’t wanna go if I’m there.”

You scoff. “Please. You think you have that much power over my plans?”

Chris smirks. “So you’ll be there?”

You exhale, faking annoyance. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there.”

“Good,” he murmurs, his smirk softening into something else. “Wouldn’t be as fun without you.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, watching him.

_________

Chris POV

The house is packed, the bass from the speakers thumping against the walls like a second heartbeat. You stand near the kitchen, red cup in hand, half-listening as y/n tells you a story about the last time she were at this place and someone tried to do a keg stand off the pool table.

She’s laughing, talking with her hands, animated and a little tipsy, and you can’t help but smile, watching her. Y/n’s got that glow again– the one you’ve been chasing in your peripheral for weeks now. Something about her tonight makes everything look dimmer in comparison.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you see her.

Ness.

She’s standing near the back sliding doors, haloed in that stupid fairy light glow the host probably thought looked whimsical. Her hair’s curled the way she used to do it when she knew you were going to be at something. Her dress– black, short, a little too perfect– is a punch to the stomach. It’s like your brain doesn’t know how to process seeing her again. Your chest gets tight.

It’s been weeks. Long enough for the anger to settle into confusion. Long enough to miss her in a way that makes you hate yourself a little.

She hasn’t seen you yet. Or maybe she has. Maybe the tilt of her chin and the slow sip of her drink are the acknowledgment. She always knew how to haunt a room.

“Chris?”

You try to pull your eyes back to Y/N. She’s still talking. Hands animated. Face lit up. You want to focus. You want to stay there. But it’s like Ness has a leash around your neck and she just gave it a tug.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You clear your throat, plastering a smile on. “Just hot in here.”

She gives you a look that says she doesn't quite buy it, but she doesn't press. Instead, she finishes the last sip of your drink and hands the cup to him.

“I’m gonna go absolutely butcher some karaoke. You coming?”

You hesitate, and something in her face flickers. She knows you’re about to say no– but she was only a bit disappointed– nothing more.

“Try not to miss the show,” Y/n teases, already walking backwards toward the living room where the karaoke setup is.

You watch her go, your mouth dry, her words muffled by the thumping beat and the blood in his ears.

Then you look back toward Ness.

And this time, she’s looking right back.

_________

Y/n POV

[For best experience listen to Glitter and Violence by Nessa Barrett.]

You walk/stumble up to the DJ, who’s currently looking for karaoke singers. You fucking love karaoke. Plus, the alcohol in your system was enough to make you confident. As you walk up to him, he takes his headset up, pleased at the first singer of the night.

“Hey DJ guy! Can I do karaoke?” He chuckles at your name for him and nods. 

“Yeah of course– you’re the only one to sign up so far. Just tell me what song you want and you can go in a couple, yeah?” You sort of let out a laugh, and when your turn comes, you walk up onto the stage. 

The small stage’s lights were pretty blinding, and it was hard to make out faces in the crowd. Energy coursed through your body as you picked up the microphone–  Glitter and Violence by Nessa Barrett.

The starting chords play, as you feel yourself getting swept into the familiar rhythm and song. You can tell that everyone loves it– it’s not often people actually get up and sing. 

Squinting as you keep singing lyrics, you try to find Chris.

I know you pray for it

You make out the figure of him closer to the door that you had entered from. And you realize– Ness is there too. Black dress. Lipstick shade you know too well. Her hand a little too close. His face a little too neutral.

Want me so fuckin' much that you would pay for it

You feel a void opening up in your stomach and you see them talk. Chris doesn’t even look up at you, completely transfixed on her. He was looking at her like she was the only girl in the room– In the world.

Empty out your 401K for it

You watch as Ness pouts and extends an arm out, placing her palm on his chest, saying something. It’s hard to make out Chris’ expression, but he wasn’t moving.

Pretty snow angels, champagne pouring

All you wanted to do was get off the stage and break them apart, yell at her that she was yours now, and to leave him alone– to stop talking to him. But you knew, that wasn’t your right. The whole fake dating thing was to make her jealous– so you suppose he succeeded.

You came for it

Blood in the water

Your voice trembles slightly on the next line, but no one seems to notice. You can’t tear your eyes away from them—Chris and Ness—talking like they were never strangers, like the weeks apart hadn’t mattered. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, and it makes you feel sick.

Everyone wants her

Ness always had that effortless pull. She didn’t need to try—people just wanted her. Even Chris. Especially Chris. You watch as he leans in, just a bit closer, and your heart sinks further. It’s not the kind of look you can misinterpret. You feel your hands clench around the mic stand. You feel small.

Somebody's daughter's making money tonight

You sing it sharper than you mean to, almost bitter. Your voice rings out above the party noise, and heads turn to look at you, but not his. Not theirs. 

(Glitter and violence) blood in the water

The lights blur as your eyes gloss over. You can still see the outline of Chris’ back and the way Ness tilts her head at him like a challenge.

(Dollar bills flying) everyone's watching

You don’t need to see anymore. But you do. You force yourself to look. Because looking away feels like giving up—like admitting there was nothing there to begin with.

Somebody's daughter's got your daddy tonight

And that’s when it happens. Chris takes a step. Then another. And just like that, he’s following her. Ness throws one last glance over her shoulder, her smirk razor-sharp, her victory obvious. She takes his hand like it belongs to her.

The door opens.

Closes.

They're gone.

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Chris POV

“I’m gonna go absolutely butcher some karaoke. You coming?”

You hesitate, and something in her face flickers. She knows you’re about to say no—but she was only a bit disappointed. Nothing more.

“Try not to miss the show,” y/n teases, already walking backwards toward the living room where the karaoke setup is.

You watch her go, your mouth dry, her words muffled by the thumping beat and the blood in your ears.

Then you look back toward Ness.

And this time, she’s looking right back.

You haven’t seen her in weeks. That was the point. No messages. No closure. You were doing so well not looking back.

But now she’s standing ten feet away, bathed in cheap party lights and looking at you like you never left.

You don’t even try to hide your stare. You just let it happen.

She breaks the silence first, sauntering closer with that same rehearsed sway in her hips. The one she used to swear was just for you.

“Chris,” she says softly, like she’s tasting the name. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

You swallow hard. “Didn’t think I’d want to.”

She smiles, slow and sharp. “And yet here we are.”

There’s a beat where neither of you says anything. You can hear Y/N’s voice somewhere in the background—something soft and low, the intro to a song. One you recognize. Nessa Barrett. Glitter and Violence.

Ness steps closer.

“I missed you,” she says. No preamble. Just that.

You laugh under your breath, bitter. “Right.”

“I’m serious.”

“You cheated, Ness.”

“I made a mistake.”

You shake your head, jaw clenching. “No. You made a choice.”

She moves closer, hand brushing yours. “And now I’m making another one.”

You freeze.

“Ness– I-i’ve moved on now. I’m with y/n.”

Ness presses her hand to your chest, a fake pitiful look in her eyes “Ohhh, her, huh?” she glances at her on the stage, mockingly pouting. “C’mon Chris. You really never thought about me? Not once?”

You don’t answer.

Because yes. Of course you did.

Even while fake-dating someone else. Even while letting someone good—really good—make you laugh again, trust again.

Even then.

Ness leans in. “Just come outside with me. Let’s just talk this out,” she whispers. This is Ness. The love of your life. You just stare back at her– her eyes are so fucking beautiful.

Your chest feels like it’s caving in, breath tight like you’ve forgotten how to pull air into your lungs properly. You know this is a bad idea. You know it. But logic never stood a chance with her. Not when she’s this close. Not when her perfume is crawling up your spine and making your head fuzzy, like the first drag off a cigarette you swore you quit.

She reaches her hand out and takes yours, giving you a soft smile that only angels could produce, walking you like a dog towards the exit.

As the door swings open behind you, the music inside fades into a dull hum. You’re outside now, where the air is colder and you can breathe easier, even if your ribs ache with it.

Before you realize what’s happening, she’s unlocking her car with one hand and sliding into the driver’s seat like this is fine. Like you haven’t been trying to scrape her out of your bloodstream for months.

You don’t speak. Not on the drive.

She pulls into that old parking lot behind the bowling alley.

Puts the car in park.

Silence.

“I missed you,” she says again, softer this time. “You looked good tonight. Happy, even.”

She places a hand on your chest, light but deliberate. Her fingers flex slightly, like she’s checking if she still fits there.

You hate that.

You hate how your body leans just a little closer. 

“Chris… I don’t know what we are right now, but please,” she says while crawling over the centre console. “Let me love you,” she whispers in your ear. Settling over your lap, hands moving up into your hair.

You give in. You grab her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other. You kiss her like you’re drowning.

Like her mouth is the only oxygen left on Earth.

Your hands roam her back, up under her jacket, desperate to remember every dip and angle. Every place you used to know like your own name. She gasps against you, fingers curling tight into your hoodie like she thinks you might disappear if she lets go.

“God, Chris,” she breathes, barely a whisper. “You don’t know how much I needed this.”

You do. You’re kissing her like an apology, like a confession, like a prayer.

“I missed you,” you mutter, the words slipping out between frantic, clumsy kisses. “I missed you so much it made me sick.”

She whimpers. Her nails dig into your shoulder as her mouth crashes into yours again, harder this time. It's not slow. It’s not soft. It’s starving.

You pull her closer, practically dragging her into your lap, and she melts into you like she never left. Your fingers tangle in her hair. Hers slip beneath your shirt, shaking, cold and certain.

“Ness,” you groan. “Ness.”

so i did a thing.... anyways sorry if this is corny ahh or not legible i can never write shit at normal hours of the day!!! love you guys <3333

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[sturnns-world]

nate nate nate nate nate

am I lowkey a nate girl?

yes.

do I care if he’s not “famous” too?

no.

Hi Nate ❤️ (very flirty and romantically said)

[chrisshands]

THEY ARE LITERALLY BOTH THE PERFECT HEIGHT FOR A COUNTER SEX

[sturnsyaper69]

Best thing I've done.

[neaveeee]

i’m gnawing the bars of my enclosure rn

btw i have no gag reflex chris!! just a heads up!!

[badgallrora]

ik he slaps dat ass while dickin u down cause WHATTT

[matttgirlies]

in desperate need to have him talk to me like that🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

[lov3bug]

Stop it I will cry right now☹️🥹

[ilovedanielcaesar]

yeah im fucking dead bro WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL????

[sturnns-world]

after the “egg incident” that matt pulled on nick & chris, I just really feel like his surprise(s) are going to day & be 100% worth the wait.

[mattsbestgirl]

angel ⋆˙⟡

୨ৎ - smut, inexperienced!reader x fuckboy!matt, p in v (unprotected don’t do that!), pet names, slight breeding kink (?).

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“matt— i don’t think this is good” you stammer out nervously, as matt hovers on top of you kissing down the soft skin of your neck. “s’fine baby, feels good doesn’t it?” he smirks up at you, as he trails kisses down the valley of your breasts; causing you to whine and squirm under him. “jus’ relax sweetheart, no one’s gonna see you.” matt reassures you, as his hand find the waistband of your lacy panties, that are already wet with your arousal. “you gonna be good f’me, and let me fuck you’re preeetttyyy pussy hm?” he coos, kissing and nibbling at your collar bones.

“please- i need you matt.” you whine nodding in response. he scoffs at your plea, his hands tugging down your panties. “ur so wet and i’ve barely done anything, that desperate huh?” he teases with a knowing smirk, while he stands undoing his belt as he takes his own jeans. you watch in awe as he frees his hard cock, already leaking with beads of precum. “s’not nice to stare angel.” he chuckles lightly, letting out a low groan as he spreads the precum down his shaft pumping himself in his hand.

matt walks back over to you, gently caressing your soft thighs as he spreads them open. “you look so pretty like this, all needy and ready for me.” he brings a hand to toy with your slick and puffy clit, eliciting a soft moan from your pouty lips. “mmph - mm - matt” you whine as his hand picks up speed on your bud. “ah ah ah, not yet baby, wan’ you to cum around my cock yeah?” you nod in response, whimpering as he glides his tip up and down your sopping folds. “deep breaths, okay angel? i’ll be nice and slow” he assures, sliding into your tight heat with a groan. “thaaattssss it baby, relax.” he hisses, his hands holding your hips as he bottoms out. you moan when he does, your manicured nails pressing small crescents into his back at the sensation.

as he starts to pump in and out of you, your head falls back in pleasure as you bite down on your swollen lips. “you look s’fuckin’ pretty like this.” he praises, as he quickens his movements finding a steady pace. “mmph matt s’good, s’good.” you practically chant as you moan from the feeling of his cock stuffing you perfectly. “mm that good angel? yeahhh that’s right.” he moans lowly, his hips moving now relentlessly against yours as his tip repeatedly kisses your cervix. “matt i-mmp close.” you can barley form a sentence, your mind clouded with how good he feels plowing inside of you.

“yeah? gonna let me cum in this perfect pussy? m’gonna fuck you full of my babies, angel.” you whine, nails digging even more into his back as you reach your peak; walls fluttering and squeezing around his cock, as a creamy ring forms at his base. “fuckkk, m’right behind you baby.” and with that, matt’s movements still as spurts of his white sticky cum paint your walls, making you moan at the sensation. he presses a kiss to your forehead as he pulls out, both of your releases spilling out of your aching hole. matt groans at the sight, his fingers moving to push the mixture into you. “fuck you’re s’perfect angel.”

©mattsbestgirl

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[sturnsblunt]

bro is the most handsome. 🙂‍↕️

[matthewswifeee]

GUYS I HAVE A WHOLE FOLDER OF MATT AUDIOS IN MY PHONE !!!!