#frat! boy chris sturn
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slut4matt8383 · 6 months ago
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hmm…let me think..
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et6rnalsun · 7 months ago
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fratboy! chris who loveeeesss having ur hair tie around his wrist so that girls know he’s taken
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chrissminipizzas · 3 months ago
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Daddy is all I have to say
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dolliematts · 2 months ago
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GOLDEN LAYOVER ─── FRATBOY!CHRIS
IN WHICH…fratboy!chris meeting you for the first time
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OF COURSE YOU HAD HEARD ABOUT CHRIS! HOW COULD YOU NOT HAVE HEARD ABOUT HIM? HE WAS THE TALK OF THE SCHOOL “OH EM GEE DID YOU SEE WHAT CHRIS WAS WEARING?!” OR “OH MY GOSH! CHRIS SAID HI TO ME!” AND MAYBE EVEN A “OH MY GOLLY GOSH! CHRIS WAVED AT ME THIS MORNING!” HE WAS THE HOT TOPIC ON EVERY GIRLS TONGUE AND YOU WERE SICK OF IT BECAUSE WHATS SO GOOD ABOUT HIM?! HONESTLY IF YOU HAD TO GIVE A BRIEF DESCRIPTION ON CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO THEN YOU WOULD DESCRIBE HIM AS THE AVERAGE HIGH SCHOOL STONER DRUGGED UP SEXBOT.
“HELLO? YOU PAYIN ATTENTION?” SPEAK OF THE DEVIL.. SOMEHOW YOU HADN’T NOTICED CHRIS WALKING UP TO YOU BUT UNFORTUNATELY HE WAS IN YOUR FACE TALKING TO YOU AT THE MOMENT “OH — SORRY” “HOW CAN I HELP YOU” YOU NOTICED HIS RED GLOSSED EYES AS HE SPOKE TO YOU “YKNOW WE’RE PARTNERS FOR THIS PROJECT.. SO I GOTTA SIT NEXT TO YOU” YOU’D THOUGHT ABOUT GIVING HIM A SNARKY REPLY BUT YOU’D ALSO REALIZED THAT HE WAS TELLING YOU TO MOVE YOUR BAG WHICH WAS IN THE CHAIR NEXT TO YOU
YOU DID JUST THAT AND WATCHED AS HE SAT DOWN NEXT TO YOU IN THE CHAIR “UMM SORRY TO ASK BUT DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE PROJECT IS ABOUT?” WHY WERE YOU NERVOUS TO ASK HIM A QUESTION ABOUT A PROJECT THAT WOULD SAVE BOTH OF YOUR GUYS’S GRADES? YOU DIDN’T KNOW..
HE TOOK A QUICK GLANCE AT YOU AND NODDED “IM PRETTY SURE ITS ABOUT SOME TIMELINE CELEBRITY SHIT.” YEAH GREAT EXPLANATION BUDDY.. YOU SIGHED “YEAH THANKS…” SURELY THIS WONT END WELL..
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fallmatts · 3 months ago
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INTRODUCING FRATBOY!CHRIS
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SHORT SUMMARY:
YOU’D JUST STARTED YOUR FIRST YEAR OF COLLEGE IN A WHOLE NEW CITY (New York(Ik they’re from Boston I just want this to be a little more fun for me)
PAIRINGS:
FRATBOY!CHRIS X FEM!READER
FRATBOY!MATT X GF!OC
FRATBOY NATE X GF!OC
BSF!NICK X FEM!READER
TBC…
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fratbrochrisgf · 5 months ago
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HELLO BABES HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AND THAT YOU FIND FRATBRO CHRIS WAITING FOR YOU IN YOUR BED
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🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
STOP UR SO SWEET I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO DITCH HIM FOR U
frat!chris would let me sit on his leg on call me princess🤭🙂‍↕️
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mackinondeeznuts · 4 months ago
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Oh my fucking god this is my DREAM.
fratboy!chris when he gets word that shy!readers friends have dragged her to a party at a frat house he does not fuck with
dude would still find a way to make a comment about how he literally doesn’t care (him rushing over there, pissed off at the inconvenience, severely contradicts that)
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"what is your girl doin' at some other frat party?"
chris barely registers the question over the thumping bass of the rap track pulsing through the speakers and he lifts his head, momentarily distracted from counting crumpled dollar bills he'd made selling drugs all night.
"the fuck are you talkin' about?" chris snaps, his brows knitting together in irritation as nate shoves his phone into chris' line of sight, squinting at the bright screen as it presents an instagram post from your friend with a series of pictures at another frat house. "nah.. nah, s'not her. she's at home. studyin' for some stupid—"
"bro, it's her." nate insists, his voice cutting through chris' denial as he jabs at the screen, a tag of your username popping up on a photo of you in a short, black dress, one that's never seen you wear before.
chris refuses to believe it's you — of course he does.
why the fuck would you be at another frat house when you've always said you don't like parties? he clings to denial like a lifeline, but as nate scrolls to another picture, your face lights up the screen, a small smile gracing your lips beside your friends. it twists something dark and primal in his gut, igniting an anger he can't shake.
a humourless laugh escapes him, bitter and sharp, as he presses his tongue to his cheek and shakes his head in disbelief. he shoves the crumpled dollar bills into his pocket, the sound of his tongue clicking against his teeth echoing his frustration.
"yeah i uh, i don't give a fuck. nah, don't care." he mutters under his breath, but the words feel hollow as he stands up from the couch, his heart pounding in his chest. he sniffs defiantly, grabbing his phone from the armrest with a sense of urgency.
nate raises his brow, "then where are you—"
"shut the fuck up."
he's strides away from his fraternity house, jaw tensed and hands buried deep in his pockets, each step driven by a determination that pulses through him. the closer get gets, the louder the music and chaos of the party become, a mix that only fuels his irritation and subtle worry.
he pushes his way inside, shoving past people who block his path, eyes scanning the room frantically in search of you. familiar faces from his own parties greet — the guys giving casual handshakes and dap-ups, while a few girls giggle and tug at his arm.
he uses their attention to his advantage, pulling them in close, leaning down to whisper your friend's name in their ears, knowing she's the more well-known one out of you both.
they eagerly point him in the right direction, and he shoved them away without a second thought, their surprised gasps fading behind him as he navigates deeper into the crowd of bodies.
as he approaches the kitchen, he spots you and your friend filling up your cups, a smile present on your lips. without hesitation, chris saunters over, invading your personal space so suddenly that it makes you flinch back, nearly spilling your drink.
his hand grips your chin, tilting your head up so he can scrutinise your face, searching for any signs of drugs coursing through your veins.
you blink at him in surprise, confused etched across your features. "oh, what are you—"
"did y'take anythin'?" he cuts you off, voice low and urgent. "someone give you anythin', huh? what have you had? tell me, kid, i swear to god—"
"no, i didn't take anything," you frown softly, your cheeks squished together by his grip. chris exhales deeply through his nose before he finally pushes your head away, causing you to whine softly. "ouch—"
"the fuck do you think you're doin'?" you assume he's talking to you, but your surprise deepens when he turns to face your friend, who looks livid at his sudden appearance. "why're you bringin' her here, huh? are you fuckin' stupid?"
"i'm not going back to your stupid frat house again," your friend hisses, glaring back at him. "your asshole of a frat brother—"
"yeah, i don't give a fuck about what happened between you 'n my frat brothers, alright? 'cos that shit got nothin' to do with me. at all. she—" chris points back at you and you blink innocently, caught in the crossfire. "she got somethin' to do with me, yeah? you don't bring her here, you understand that?"
your friend opens her mouth to argue back, but chris is already pushing you out of the room, his hand pressing firmly against your lower spine as he guides you forward. you remain quiet, chewing your bottom lip nervously as you step outside into the brisk night air, the cold nipping at the bare skin of your arms and legs.
your glance up at chris who walks beside you with a tense jaw, his eyes narrowed at the ground, sniffing angrily.
"are you mad at me, chris?" you ask him softly, a hint of worry threading through your voice.
"nah. nah, not mad at you, kid," chris mumbles, tone gruff as he sucks through his teeth, glancing over at you briefly. he exhales deeply, then moves in front of you, fingers brushing beneath the thin shoulder strap of your dress. "look at you. what're you wearin' this for? never seen this shit before in m'life — got dresses like this lyin' around on the sly or somethin'?"
"it's not mine," you reply quickly, wanting to clarify that it was borrowed from your friend. you take a breath, wanting to address what just happened. "chris—"
"y'look pretty, kid," he interrupts, the compliment tumbling out suddenly. the implication is clear: he does not want to talk about it.
"oh, thank you, but—"
"c'mon. let's go back to mine, yeah? s'borin' here and uh, y'don't need to be here — safer with me, y'know?
you hesitate for a moment, wanting to stay put and try and make him talk to you, but chris is already moving, leading you further away from the party, the tension in his shoulders telling you that he's struggling with his own feelings and emotions.
you can't help but steal glances at him before you speak up again. "chris.. i want to—"
chris stops abruptly, turning to face you, the intensity in his eyes making your heart race. "i don't wanna talk, a'ight? 'cos yeah, kid, i am mad. m'not mad at you, but m'fuckin' pissed at her for bringin' you here when you don't even fuck with parties anyway. and i — i don't want you caught up in any of that shit that goes on here, okay? jus' wanna go home with you... okay? ...please?"
© STURNIOZ
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evie-sturns · 2 months ago
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NO THE FUCK IT WOULDNT!!!! IT WOULD DEFINITELY BE CHRIS
BRO CHRIS IS SICH A PLAYER FRAT BOY AND MATTS JUST A SHY LITTLE MAN HE WOULDNT HAVE THE BALLS TO INNICIATE ANYTHIGN
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kirby0strombolli · 1 month ago
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Guys please help with which FIC IDEA I SHOULD PURSUE!
based on one of these songs..
i wanna do some chris fics!
i love the nbhd as u can tell
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slut4matt8383 · 6 months ago
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need him to sugar daddy me 🤑🤑
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et6rnalsun · 7 months ago
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im in my fratboy chris era
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chrissminipizzas · 3 months ago
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Just thinking about how Chris’s celeb crush is Ms wheeler……
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slut4matt8383 · 8 months ago
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i’ve NEVER seen anyone talk about this but hello? that was so hot
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fratbrochrisgf · 5 months ago
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frat bro chris on his rise again if we being real
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CHRIS sturniolo pt 23. I NEED him to throw me around like a rag doll 🥵🙂
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slut4matt8383 · 4 months ago
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take it | Matt sturniolo
mattxfem!reader
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summary: you and matt are driving when you find yourself in the mood to tease him. when he cant handle the teasing, you challenge him and he lets you attempt to prove yourself.
warnings: fluff(in the beginning), teasing, touching, pet names (baby, sweetheart), female receiving
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you and matt were in his room, laying underneath the warm covers of his bed. the sun was setting quickly, and suddenly it dawned on you that you hadn't gotten the groceries you needed to prepare dinner that night. "shit." your hand makes contact with your forehead. you look at the boy beside you, who is now peacefully asleep. “matt, wake up, wake up.”, you shake him till you know for sure he’s awake.
“im awake, im awake,” he assures you as he props himself up against the headboard, a little groggy now. “i forgot to get more groceries for dinner tonight,” you tell him, your head resting in your hand and an irritated look on your face. “baby, it’s ok; we can just order something.” he says as he comforts you by tracing his fingers along the soft skin of your arm. “please just let me make you dinner; i really want to,” you beg him.
he continues to rub his fingers on your arm as he ponders. this would mean he would have to actually get up and drive you, but if that’s what you really want, he wouldn’t be one to say no to you. he agrees to drive you without you having to do too much persuading. you both slowly pull yourselves out of bed and slip on some shoes. you realize that there’s no way you’re going to last the whole evening without dozing off, so you scavenge the fridge for something to keep you awake.
you come across an opened can of pepsi and take a sip out of it, that’ll do. you both make it out to the car and pull out of the garage. while driving, Matt takes several drinks out of the Pepsi that you brought into the car, in hopes it’ll help clear out the grogginess he still feels. the caffeine must be kicking in, because you start to feel a little more energized and playful. as a couple of quiet minutes pass by, you find it hard to sit still and keep your hands to yourself.
you admire the way he looks when he’s driving, and your hand wanders towards his thighs, like it has a mind of its own and use your thumb to gently rub his thigh. you keep your eyes trained on him, and you notice how flustered he is by your simple movements. matt is a rather sensitive person most of the time; you knew that, but the way he’s reacting to your simple touch tells you he’s feeling extra sensitive. “baby, what are you doing?” he asks as he shifts in his seat, his breaths getting heavier. you continue to massage his thigh, ignoring his question.
you notice him grip the steering wheel tighter, getting even more flustered by your actions. “hey, y/n, what’s going on?” he asks as he holds your hand, halting your actions. you smirk, “what do you mean? can i not touch my boyfriend?” you ask, pretending like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing. “you can, but not like that and not right now,” he says, stealing a look at you before returning his gaze to the road ahead of him. “what? can’t even handle my hand on your thigh now?” you pout at him.
you’re having too much fun with this. you pull your hand out of his grasp and return it to his inner thigh, giving it a squeeze. he gasps and quickly stops you from going further. “y/n, please, not while i’m driving. you’re gonna make me crash the car,” he says in a serious tone.
you slam your back into the seat and cross your arms, letting out a huff, a little annoyed at the fact you’re not even allowed to touch your boyfriend when you have all this energy. matt notices the mini-fit you throw, but he doesn’t really feel bad for not wanting to crash the car. “sweetheart, please don’t be mad, you don’t understand how it feels to be touched like that while driving; it’s hard,” he explains. “for you, maybe, i could handle it,” you respond with a cocky tone.
he raises an eyebrow and studies your appearance, assuming you’re just joking. “i’m serious! let me drive, and i’ll show you,” he doesn’t believe you at all. “we’re not getting into a crash just so you can prove something.” he says, shaking his head, completely dismissing your proposal. “oh, i get it. you’re scared im gonna prove you wrong,” you challenge with a smug look.
the next thing you know, matt is pulling the vehicle to the side of the road in response. he puts the car in park and unfastens his seatbelt in one swift motion. you watch as all this unfolds with an amused look on your face. the door on his side swings open, and he hops out and makes his way to your side of the car. you’re frozen in place as you try to figure out what’s going on.
he rips your door open. “get out,” he commands. you obey him and swiftly unbuckle your seatbelt to slide out of your seat. “go ahead, baby, drive the car,” he motions toward the side with the wheel. you smile at him and pick up your feet to make your way around the front of the car. you don’t know why you’re a little nervous now; maybe you were a little overconfident, but this is what you asked for.
he silently admires how confident you look driving his car; it kind of turns him on, but he knows it’s not about him right now. he cups your bare knee with his cold, ring-clad hands. “doin’ so well, baby, you feelin’ alright?” he asks, slightly sarcastic. “i’m fine, matt, keep going,” you encourage him. you’re focus is on the traffic in front of you and the names of the streets, so you don’t miss your next turn.
he lets you drive for a while, staying quiet and admiring your focus. you feel his hand travel up your mid-thigh and his thumb rub the outside of it, just like you did to him earlier. “y’know, matt you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that if you’re gonna distract me,” you say with a cocky tone as you switch lanes. matt only smirks at your statement and progresses up your thigh, causing your breath to hitch.
his delicate fingers tracing your skin and his rings, giving you slight chills. he observes your reactions to his touch. “are you bothered by me touchin’ you like this, baby?” he asks you as his hand starts to massage your thigh. you tuck your lip between your teeth to keep any noises from coming out, and your eyebrows knit together slightly in pleasure. you simply shake your head in response to his question.
“c’mon, baby, use your words,” he says in a slightly demanding tone, and he uses his free hand to tuck your hair behind your ear to get a better look at you. “f-feels fine, matt” you say shakily, still trying to keep your composure. matt laughs at your response, finding all this to be amusing. “you sure your fine, baby, you don’t look it,” he teases and continues to massage the inside of your thigh. you love the way he touches you and how good his hands feel working on your thigh, but you can’t give into it. “mhm, im s-sure” you struggle to get a sentence out.
we stop at a red light, and matt takes the opportunity to move his hand all the way up your thigh, brushing his fingers over your clothed clit, “how ‘bout that?” he asks with a smile plastered on his face. your concentration falters a little, and a moan slips past your lips. you grip the steering wheel as you try to regain your focus. “y-you can do whatever you want-want, i can take it.” this sentence comes out as more of a whine. you both know that’s a lie, but matt is curious about how far you will go to keep up this act.
the light turns green, and it takes you a moment to carefully press down on the gas. “whatever i want, huh?” he says in a seductive tone. “mhm” you nod your head. he smiles smugly and begins rubbing circles on your clit through your shorts. you let out a gasp and clench your thighs. you try to muffle your moans by keeping your lips sealed together, but it’s obvious how much he’s affecting you now.
you close your eyes for a second. “eyes on the road, baby,” matt reminds you. you realize that you were so focused on what matt’s fingers were doing that you missed your turn. “shit, i was supposed t-to turn back there” you manage to inform him while he continues his actions. he keeps rubbing you, not too concerned about where we are now. “looks like you’re not as focused as you thought you were,” he tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. he rubs you faster as punishment, and you’re not even trying to hide your emotions now.
you don’t know how much more you can take before falling apart; your thighs are clenched tight and your stomach is doing flips. you glance down at his veiny arm working at you, and it only makes you more desperate. matt is enjoying the view and the way you respond to his touch. he decides to rub a little faster, and you moan his name, shooting your hand down to grip his wrist, halting his actions. he can’t help but smirk when you stop him from going faster. “aw, what was that? can’t take it anymore?” he says in a degrading tone.
your breaths are heavy, and your cheeks are flushed, a deep shade of pink. “do you really want me to stop, baby?” he asks, using his right hand to tuck the hair behind your ear that had slipped forward. “n-no, i w-want you so bad,” you whine. “i j-just don’t w-wanna crash,” you say. he chuckles when you beg him not to stop. “i knew you didn’t really want me to stop. just pull over there, sweetheart.”
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(i dont really write fanfics but i wrote this hope you guys like it and it’s fine if u don’t but i was bored and wanted to post it)
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slut4matt8383 · 6 months ago
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stop it right now, seriously, stop teasing me (never stop, ever)
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