#fratboy!matt

[unknvhx]

twitch chris a whole different breed of chris

[eph3merall]

fratboy!chris + fratboy!matt moodboard <3

duo by @sturnioz

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©eph3merall 2024

[mattsbiggestwhore]

Fratboy! Chris?!??

[fallmatts]

INTRODUCING FRATBOY!CHRIS

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…

[sturnioz]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe3E4VuH/

so fratboy!matt coded

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oh im vibrating. im levitating. im so horny :/

[unknvhx]

he could choke me with those arms just sayin

Chris’ arms are getting visibly muscular and it’s making me so horny

[sturnlsstuff]

this is literally fratboy!chris are u kidding me rn

my pussy is PURRING.

[cvnntagious]

impatient

☆ a fratboy!chris sturniolo blurb...

with a blunt in one hand and his fingers hooked under your panties with the other, chris' pace remained deliberate and unforgiving, his tip prodding at your g-spot with each stroke. he listened to you whine with satisfactory hums, loving the way your ass would bounce off his pelvis with a snapping sound. "juuss' like that, mama, you got it," he cooed, his tone emitting the slightest bit of praise when he felt you begin to fuck yourself back onto his cock.

when you'd barged into chris' room randomly, all whiny about how much you need him and babbling on about the pictures he'd postes on instagram only half an hour prior, having practically ran past all the other people hanging out in the frat house to get to him, he didn't even bother putting out his blunt when you climbed on top of him. your impatience even lead to him having to hold your panties aside while he worked your seeping pussy, the dark blue lace all soiled with your juices.

you moaned into his sheets, face smushed into them as you tugged and squeezed the fabric for dear life. his hips came to a halt, allowing you to get off on him exactly the way you liked it. with his size, you barely even had to move for his dick to bring you to the edge, but you wanted all of him— pulling him out all the way to his tip before pushing yourself back into him.

he took a long drag from the blunt, humming into it when he felt your gummy walls massaging his length. he took it from his lips, planning to allowed the smoke to really hit him, only for him to begin coughing it up with a particularly rough snap again him. "ahn... chris–!" you hissed.

"s-shit, mama, y'close?" he groaned rhetorically, knowing by your whines and whimpers that your pretty little pussy was begging to cum around him.

smirking as you nod frantically, trembling and desperate for release, he leans over you slightly to put out the blunt and set it in his rolling tray beside your guys' bodies. his grip on your underwear tightens, tugging on them as much as he could without ripping them right off of you. a firm hand comes down on your ass, then kneeding the plush skin to ease the pain as he talks through his teeth: "i'm not," he speaks bluntly, grunting a bit.

"huh?" you gasp out as his movements start up again.

he chuckles, free hand now sliding up the curve of your ass to push you further into the bed, making you arch more than you though was possible. "you can't cum 'til i do," he replies, hips snapping to meet your body, eliciting mewls and whines from you, "milk me, mama. take what's yours."

against your body's warnings, you obey his words— bouncing to fuck his cock and chase both of your guys' orgasms. the squeals and mewling moans flying from your lips have chris levitating with self-satisfaction, ego growing with each pleasured noise. "ohh mama, y'got it," he praised, his thrusts meeting your movements as he felt it getting harder and harder for him to hold back.

a few groans and grunts came from his throat, head tilting back in pure bliss. he smiled at all the tingling sensations his felt with your pussy clenching so hard around him, daring to cum without his say so, as his high only added to the pleasure. "chris please," you begged, forcing him out of his own thoughts as his head snapped down to look at your pleading face again.

"do it," he finally said, pushing one final thrust into you to fill you up to a hilt. he filled you up with a few moans of his own as you began creaming around him, completely out of breath when you felt him slowly fucking his cum into you.

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"you know i'm faded / Heart shape and i love that." -jeremih

w/c : 656

[stuniolvs]

FRATBOY!CHRIS HEADCANNONS

please leave requests!!

- he acts all tough but is secretly a softie

“nah man i don’t even like her that much.” he says to his friend before immediately running over to you and hugging you.

-thinks you’re actually the most gorgeous girl ever

-he secretly loves your shyness and how easily he can make you blush, “is that right baby?” he asks knowing what the nickname will do. as if on queue the pink paints your cheeks.

-has horrible commitment issues

-will say rude things cause he doesn’t know how to express his feelings, “it’s not even that big of a deal” he says when your mad at him just cause he feels like you’re gonna leave if you’re mad

-has never had a real relationship before so he gets scared when you want one with him back to the commitment issues

-will always carry you when your feet are tired, “chris my feet-“ before you’re even finished your being lifter off the ground bridal style

-only thinks about you when he’s high, he will be high out of him mind only thinking bout how he’s gonna talk to you the next time he sees you or how beautiful you are he’ll never tell you that

-has horrible separation anxiety from anyone he’s close with, he gets so full of anxiety anytime his close friends or family or you are far from him

-loves to be around you but never shows it, when your around him it instantly makes his day better even if it doesn’t seem like it

-has things in his notes about you that he’ll never show you, he has love letters and little stuff written

-gets soooo jealous, he will be clenching his jaw and fists. he won’t do anything about it unless someone says something then he’s pissed and will fight

-loves fucking you, like is actually obsessed

-munch, this man will eat you out any time of the day he could die in your pussy and be happy

[m00nl1ghts1vt]

AHHH Im literally going feral 🥵🥵🥵

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[unknvhx]

balls deep in m-

[starniolosposts]

invite (2)

part one, part two

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: the popular frat boy, chris sturniolo, unexpectedly invites you, the shy and quiet girl, to his frat party.

warnings: smut, i have a thing for chris’ fingers, fingering, very very slight overstimulation, chris being sweet but dirty

notes: why is he a little subby at the end, i dont know? i like the thought of chris letting the girl he’s obsessed with do anything to him even if he likes to be dominant (im going feral rn)

yes, there will be part three

your pussy clenched as his lips suddenly grazed your ear and he lowly whispered, “do you want my fingers, y/n?”

you whine shamelessly and nod, too worked up from a simple whisper and some light touching.

“yeah? then beg.”

your face flushed and you gulped. “b-beg?”

chris hummed and leaned back to lock eyes with you. “beg or you wont get anything.” he demanded, his eyes dark.

your chest heaved with small pants, not expecting chris to be so dominant and commanding, but it stirred something in your stomach. “…please, chris. i-i want your fingers.” you were desperate at this point and beyond feeling shy, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire and goosebumps on your skin.

chris cursed under his breath and nodded, “good job, sweetheart. if at anytime you want to stop, just say red, okay? ill stop immediately.”

you nod in agreement, and then suddenly your back arches off the wall as his fingers make contact with your sensitive clit. your mouth is agape with silent pleasure, eyebrows furrowed at the new and blazing feeling of someone else’s fingers on your pussy (especially chris’).

chris bites his bottom lip as his eyes stay on your expression, loving the way you crumble beneath his touch. he notices the way your thighs encage around his hand and the way your legs tremble and struggle to hold you up. “you’re so sensitive, baby.” he murmurs, barely moving his fingers in small circles on your clit and your folding over, whimpering.

your head comes to rest onto his chest, your hands that were around his neck are now buried in his hair and fisting it tightly. chris’ free arm now holds onto your waist, keeping you somewhat stable since your legs felt like jelly.

“how does it feel, sweetheart?” chris asks softly, putting slightly more pressure. you can only moan softly into his chest.

“look at me, y/n.”

you slowly lean your head back to stare up at him, flushed and dazed. “feels so good, chris. please don’t stop.” you whisper, the thrumming pleasure in your veins is causing your mind to blank. all you can think about is chris.

chris groans at the look on your face, your flushed cheeks, teary and half lidded eyes, glistening lips. “fuck, you making me go fucking crazy.” he mutters, his fingers circling your clit faster. he feels your thighs clench, your body tightening, and he watches your face scrunch in pure pleasure.

“come on my fingers, baby. i need it, please.” chris whispers into your ear, and hearing him plead for something so dirty…

the blazing coil in your stomach tightens at his words and when it snaps, your whole body tremors. shockwaves roll over your body, your pussy tightening around nothing and dripping down into your lace panties. “f-fuck…”

chris holds you up by your waist, his fingers slowing down but not stopping. “so good for me, baby. dripping on my fingers.” he bites his lip as he feels you dripping and pulsing. pride and desire pool in his stomach knowing he made you like this.

you whine as his fingers don’t stop on your throbbing clit, “c-chris! too much.. i can’t!” your hips jerk away from him.

chris chuckles and slips his hand out of your panties, giving you mercy this time. he leans and brushes his lips against yours with a small smile, and your breath hitches. it would be your first kiss…

“you did so good, y/n. take some deep breaths.” chris orders softly, leaning back and brushing your hair out of your face.

you realize your panting and nod, taking some deep breathes as he said. your heart rate slows and the haze of pleasure slowly lifts. your face turns beet red as you realize what just happened.

chris smirks as he sees your embarrassment. he thinks its cute your still getting embarrassed when he just had his hand between your legs. “why are you getting all shy and embarrassed now?” he asks, amused.

you turn your head away and avoid his eyes. “because… i don’t know. this is the first time i’ve done anything and i don’t know what to do after.. that.” you ramble, feeling very stupid. you glance at him and it makes you feel better that he’s smiling cheekily at you.

chris shakes his head and brings you closer by your waist. “don’t worry about it. we can stop here.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “are you sure? we can continue. i feel bad.” you admit.

chris raises an eyebrow, “i’m sure. i don’t want you to push yourself to fuck me just because you feel bad.” he teases.

you blush and frantically shake tour head, “i-i didn’t mean it like that! i just… want you to feel good too.” your hands are resting on his chest as you look up at him.

chris bites back a groan, twitching in his pants just from the way you look up at him with those eyes.

he can imagine the way your eyes would water, your plump and wet lips around him, your throat tightening around his cock perfectly. he shakes his head to get that thought out, “i know you didn’t mean it like that. and i’m.. i’m fine.” he grits out, even though he’s so painfully hard in his jeans. he continues, “next time you can do whatever you want with me.”

you shyly smile, “anything?”

“mhm, yeah. anything.” he gulps, wanting to know what you were thinking of doing to him.

“okay, next time.” you lick your lips.

chris nods and glances at your lips. “can i kiss you, please? i cant wait any longer.”

you laugh and nod nervously, “yeah.”

chris leans in and plants his lips on yours, and you moan quietly at the feeling. his lips are soft and slow, helping you catch on to what to do. you tilt your head opposite ways and chris opens his mouth, so you do the same.

fuck, you think you found your new favorite thing to do. kiss chris. well, and to have his hand between your legs.

i don’t know why i didn’t have you fuck in this one

but im going to make a part 3 of this, with just smut of you becoming a little more bold and taking what you want from chris ;) (y’all will fuck i promise 🫡)

@junnniiieee07

[mattilda987]

begging for any frat boy!chris or dealer!chris fluff PLEASE

[m00nl1ghts1vt]

ughhh the Matt girls are screaming at their screens rn.. me included 🥵

his voice in this clip making me fucking crazy

nice voices make me horny AS HELL

[sturnioz]

shy!reader saying shes gonna ride fratboy!matt and he thinks his dick but really she js rides his face 🫣🫣🫣

oh god oh god oh yum. note. dont forget this written piece is in the fratboy!matt x shy!reader universe. completely separate !!

"i wanna ride you.." is what you shyly whisper in matt's ear, clinging to his arm as you both lay in bed. your chin is resting on his shoulder, and you're blinking up at him with wispy lashes — a silent plea.

matt raises his eyebrow as he processes your words, and a grin spreads across his face as his hand moves from your waist to his lap, patting his thigh invitingly as he clearly assumes you mean to straddle him and sit on his cock.

your face heats up, your heart pounding at the misinterpretation as you mumble embarrassingly, "not.. not like that. i meant your face.."

it mortifies you how silly you must sound, especially when matt just blinks at you for a moment before he hums, his tongue rolling across his cheek. he shuffles further down the bed without a word, laying on his back with his head propped against the pillow, his eyes staring up at the ceiling before they flit to you.

"c'mon then, bun. hop on."

your cheeks continue to heat up as you awkwardly pull your panties down your legs, laying the dampened material to the side as you hesitantly straddle his chest, moving upwards to position yourself over his mouth.

matt's arms curl around your thighs as you slowly settle down on his face, a gasp fleeting past your lips when you feel his warm breath against your slick folds.

with a shaky exhale, you begin to rock your hips, grinding your pussy against matt's mouth as he parts his lips, allowing your clit to brush against his tongue.

you moan quietly at the feeling, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure even as the embarrassment still lingers within, especially when you meet his gaze from between your thighs — but you start to forget when you feel his tongue flick repeatedly at your clit.

"good girl, bun. keep ridin' like that," you hear him murmur his muffled praises, and you mewl in response, keeping the same steady pace of your hips as matt's arms tighten around you, your inner walls clenching around nothing as you ground your pussy against his working mouth.

your head falls back, another moan slipping as your trembling hands reach down to tangle your fingers in matt's hair, holding him in place and he groans softly, his hands sliding up to cup your ass, squeezing the skin as he pulls you even harder against his face.

"m-matt.." you cry out, your thighs trembling as the pressure builds inside.

"i know, bun. i know.." matt croons, alternating between kisses and kitten licks to your sensitive skin, teetering closer and closer to your pending orgasm. "cum on my face, bun. wanna taste my sweet girl."

[solarsturniolo]

ÈVÈR¥WHÈRÈ Ì GÖ // Ç.§. // Ìñ†RÖ

Ð̧ÇLÄÌMÈR: I highly recommend you listen to the song I put at the end of this while reading this story.

§ÚMMÄR¥: King of the Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity house, where their mission statement is 'Building Better Men', Christopher Sturniolo only has three goals in mind: Throwing the best parties on campus, passing his classes just enough to fly under the Dean's radar, and getting him and his fraternity brothers laid. Three fairly simple goals that he typically has no issue fulfilling. That is, until she shows up to his party one night.

WÄRñÌñG§: Fratboy!Chris / Manipulative!Chris / Fuckboy!Chris / Posessive!Chris / Fem!Reader / Cursing / Pure filth / Smutttt / Unprotected sex / Drug use / Oral (m receiving) / Oral (fem recieving) / Handjobs / P in v / Petnames / PDA / Titty-fucking / Dumbification kink / Spanking / Lots of dirty talk Suggestive cheating trope / Creampie / Facial / Mentions of exploitation / Breeding kink / Mentions of threesomes / Blackmail / Like I said, this story is pure filth.

©Solarsturniolo 2024

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Everywhere I Go - Hollywood Undead

September 15, 2024

There was a time when I cared about my education; Hell, it’s how I landed a scholarship for one of the best colleges in Massachusetts. But why would I bother caring about physics and calculus? Being head of a major fraternity house is a full time job within itself, I don’t have time to study and blaze through my classes. These parties aren’t going to plan themselves, and these sorority chicks surely aren’t going to fuck themselves. Someone’s gotta take one for the team, and if it’s gotta be me, so be it.

Not that I’m complaining.

Would be nice if Lars would text me back. These coke whores are bleeding me dry, can’t get the shit fast enough to keep up with the demand. Guess I could start some iou’s. Or my fucking dealer could pick up his god damn phone.

What the fuck even is this? You’re really gonna read all this? Didn’t think you’d be into that shit, but who am I to kink shame? Enjoy the fucking story, I know I will.

ÄÚ†HÖR'§ ñÖ†È: Once again, HIGHLY recommend that you listen to that song while reading this story.

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