#ᯓ꒰🫧anon꒱

[sturnioz]

shy!reader has been pretty much m.i.a all week, and fratboy!chris does not care. no seriously, he doesn’t care.

he’s just kept his eyes peeled every night through crowds of sweaty bodies jammed into his living room, and even through the sluggish crowds of tired students in college hallways, yet he couldn’t find you.

it was on the 6th night when chris was seriously considering showing up at your place — for no reason just he needed your lit notes, of course —when he received a text from nick.

nick, the eldest — and no doubt more mature —triplet. chris’ eyebrows furrowed at the notification, why was nick texting him at 10:30pm on a weeknight? kid cares way too much about being on time for class in the mornings

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Nick: *image attached* isn’t this one of your girls?

—

the somewhat blurry picture was taken from a distance in the old, dusty library on campus. you sat in a corner, a mess of notes, books and your laptop sprawled on the desk in front of you. you looked weak, your hair a mess, bags prominent under your eyes.

before chris could even react, his phone buzzed again

—

i’m not a total creeper, i’ve just noticed her here every night this week and i’m pretty sure she has not changed her sweatshirt once

or pretty much left this library.

i seriously hope this is actually her and not a complete stranger

you know what, i’m talking to her. don’t change my mind.

—

chris groaned, the realisation of finals week dawning on him. sometimes chris forgets how much college actually means to you, and how ridiculously sick it makes you.

he did not have time for this, he had customers to please, yet - he didn’t hesitate. he’s huffing and complaining pretty much the whole time, but he’s quick to make his way over to the library he’s really not too familiar with, saving you from the shackles that is a conversation with a redbull fueled nick sturniolo.

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you can take it from here, love u pooks mwah

- 🫧

gonna take it from here in shy!readers pov cos i want nick and shy!reader to have some one on one time before fratboy!chris grumpily comes over !!

your back aches with a constant throb, your eyes feel gritty and sore, and a dull headache pulses at your temples, making it difficult for you to concentrate. hunched over in the dimly lit corner of the library, you've spent countless of hours — days — buried in textbooks, scribbles notes and laptop screens, desperately trying to absorb everything before your exams.

the week has been relentless, leaving you physically and emotionally drained, as if the weight of your studies is pressing down on you.

you haven't seen chris in almost a week. the silence has been deafening — no texts lighting up your phone, no calls breaking the quiet, and no facetime calls at late hours. truth be told, you did put your phone on do not disturb, silencing any incoming calls to shield yourself from distractions. it's not that you intended to cut off all communication completely; you simply needed space.

you needed to be alone, to gather your thoughts, and to focus on your studies, to not be distracted by his intense social life.

however, you are distracted when someone slams a stack of textbooks onto the table opposite you, the sound echoing in the quiet space. startled, you lift your tired gaze, and your heart thumps when you recognise a familiar that slumps into the seat across from you.

he runs a hand through his tousled mullet, adjusting the thin-framed glasses that rest on the bridge of his nose before flashing you a friendly grin.

you know who he is. you've seen him in countless pictures and instagram posts with chris and matt. yet, despite your familiarity with his image, you've never met him in person — you never even spoke a word to each other, and you find yourself sliding further down in your seat, a wave of awkwardness and shyness washing over you.

"hello—fuck!" nick curses as he sets his can of red bull down on the wooden table, only for it to topple over and spill a little. flustered and annoyed, he mutters under his breath, hastily dabbing at the tiny droplets on the table with the sleeve of his sweater. his eyes finally meet yours again, and he offers another grin. "hello."

"hi.." you manage to respond, your voice barely above a whisper.

"i've noticed that you're, like, constantly glued to this fucking seat, like you haven't moved the entire week—" nick pauses mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he realises how awful his wording sounds. he quickly holds up his hand, a look of urgency in his expression. "i'm not a creep. i wasn't staring at you. i know you—i think i know you—no, i do know you. you're, like, kinda with my brother. chris. that's you, right? god, tell me that's you, 'cos i'm gonna end up losing my mind—"

"yeah," you cut off his intense rambling, which is probably fuelled by the red bull he keeps fidgeting with. "that... that's me, yeah."

nick blinks at you in silence for a moment before he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, and he bluntly says. "wow, you really are quiet," you become a little flustered at that, tearing your gaze away from him until he asks incredulously. "the fuck are you doing with chris of all people?"

a subtle smile pulls at your lips at that, especially when you glance back at his face and see the shock etched across it. honestly, you don't even know what you're doing with chris, but it wouldn't exactly be appropriate to go into the details with his brother. so, you simply shrug your shoulders in response.

nick suddenly deadpans. "blink twice if you need my help."

now that makes you laugh — a genuine, unexpected sound that splutters past your lips. you quickly cover your mouth, eyes widening as the sound echoes through the library and you glance around, paranoid that someone might shoot you the dirtiest look and demand you to shut up or leave.

but nick waves it off dismissively when he notices your worries, "they can go fuck themselves."

you remain silent for a moment, considering his words, before stating, "we... are in a library."

"then they can go fuck themselves quietly."

another genuine, but quieter, laugh escapes you. you find yourself relaxing a bit more with him, opening up and feeling more comfortable as nick takes charge of the conversation; showing genuine interest in your major, your studies, and your hobbies.

you do the same, getting to know him better, and even getting a little excited when you realise how many similarities you share. the more you chat, the more your cheeks start to hurt from smiling so much. the tiredness that had once taken over you begins to fade away, replaced by a lightness you haven't felt in days, and your books and notes sit forgotten on the table.

however, your head perks up in surprise when you spot chris walking through the double doors. he's wearing a beanie on top of his head with tuffs of curly hair peeking out, a hoodie that swallows his frame, and his hands are shoved deep in the pockets of his sweatpants.

he glances around the library, his eyes finally zeroing in on you and nick at the far end of the room. you can't quite read his expression — his face stoic as he makes his way over.

he drops down in the chair beside you, and nick immediately pulls a face, shooting you a look that makes you giggle again, and chris huffs at the sound, clearly unimpressed.

"stop botherin' her," chris mutters, his foot hooking comfortably beneath your chair as he settles in.

"m'not."

chris rolls his eyes, ignoring nick's response as he turns his attention to you. he takes you in for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing as he says, "tell him he's botherin' you, kid."

you can't help but smile gently. "he's not bothering me. he's been fun.. i like his company."

"told you," nick muses across from across the table. chris snaps his head towards nick, shooting him a glare as nick lifts the can of red bull to his mouth, a smirk spreading across his lips as he adds, "bitch."

[mattsstarlet]

also I'm so curious abt how ps!matt got into the industry and like his early experiences with it ! 🫧

i mentioned before that he started by making tapes with an ex and posting tiny clips and even videos of himself getting off. he liked the views and attention he was receiving so he skipped only fans and went start to pornhub to create an account. he somehow caught the attention of a few producers and signed off with the one who offered him the biggest check.

he was superrrr cocky and outta his head when he first began filming with actual pornstars. my guy was booked left and right, had women in his bed almost every night and was ballin. he was the talk of the industry for a while until a certain camgirl took over. a camgirl.

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[sturnioz]

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

[sturnioz]

shy!matt who really wants to try something, he just can’t figure out how to build the confidence to ask. he decides to wait, he waits until you’re on his lap, rolling your hips in the way that makes his mind shut off. but it can’t, not yet. he’s trying so so hard to find the words to speak, his internal struggle quickly becoming evident when he isn’t kissing you back right.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you ask, pulling back from his lips to frown, your thumb caressing the nape of his neck. he’s immediately flushing red, avoiding your eyes as he stutters “n-nothing! nothings wrong— it’s just.. i— fuck. i’m trying— i.. i can’t” he breathed out, frustration evident in his face as you quickly shush him.

your hand petting his hair, the other one moving to cup his jaw and force his eyes to yours “hey— hey. it’s just me baby, yeah? what d’ya gotta tell me, hm?” you encourage.

it takes a while, but eventually he whispers a small “i- i wan’ try something” your curiosity is instantly piqued, quick to encourage him to tell you what he wants to try.

“i— can you— i just” he takes a breath “could you turn around, please?” you furrow your eyebrows, but instantly comply. moving from his lap you kneel in front of him, your back to him.

you hear shuffling, unsure of what’s going on until you feel matts presence behind you once more. you hear him fiddling with something in his hands, his breathing labored until he finally moves.

you’re shocked at first, feeling the smooth silk blindfold placed gently over your eyes, his nimble fingers tying it to a perfect tightness behind your head. his hands move from the blindfold, smoothing over your shoulders. “is this— is this okay?”

a sly grin instantly takes over your face, knowing exactly what matt wanted. he wanted control, he wanted to make you feel good, however he pleased. matt was perfect at pleasuring you, the only thing ever holding him back was your damn wandering eyes.

he shows you how much it’s really holding him back when he fucks you completely dumb, finally feeling free to watch you for the first time without worrying about being watched himself. he loves it, loves watching your face scrunch and perfect pink lips drop open. you’re a mess, and he did that.

now afterwards is when he really realises how much he enjoys you taking control, this being a lot of work for him.

he’s not used to using his brain this much when he’s inside of you, but he does love it, he just thinks he loves the idea of you blindfolding him that little bit more.

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..... i want you to write this on my gravestone. i also need you to write 95849 pages on this... fucking hell

[sturnioz]

shy!matt who physically can’t initiate sex, no matter how badly he wants it. he just hopes and prays you’ll catch on.

you’ll be sitting on the couch, movie playing while you work in silence on your computer. for a while you’re oblivious to your boyfriends internal struggle, but as he begins to squirm more and that telltale red flush hits his cheeks, you’re immediately biting back a smirk.

you love it, watching how needy he’s getting but physically can’t tell you

i’m back we are SO UP!!

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im not ok. cos im imagining matt just sitting there on the couch beside you, his hand resting in his lap, subtly rutting against his palm for some friction while he stares at you — hoping that'll you glance over and see what you've caused just by being near him.

his mouth gets dry, and this thoughts run wild as he catches you biting your lip as you focus on your work, his cock straining uncomfortably against his pants and he squirms, a quiet, strangled noise leaving his lips as he tries sooo fucking hard to find the courage to tell you that he wants you, but he can't — he physically can't.

[sturnioz]

fratboy!chris when he gets a little too high and sensitive. letting a small amount of control slip, slightly handing the reins over to reader.

he’s never done this before, never let himself be at someone’s mercy like this. his hands come up to rub across his red face, his eyes blown out and wide as his cock twitches in your grasp, his head falls back as his eyes roll.

his hand comes up to lace through your hair, his eyes widening at a whimper and— did that come from his mouth?!

“god— fuck kid, what’re y’doin to me, huh?”

(he will completely deny it the next day)

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"i what? stop fuckin' lyin' to me, kid. i swear ─ all you fuckin' do is piss me off... whimperin'... fuck you talkin' about ─ i never do that shit... sounds more like you."

[sturnioz]

i know you’re taking a break from fratboy!chris, but bouncing off of your recent anons i have an idea

fratboy!chris discovering shy!reader has a praise kink, and he loves to use it to his advantage. he’s so condescending with it, loving the red flush of humiliation on her cheeks.

“oh? you want me to call you a good girl? huh? is that what gets you off? me being all soft and nice.. s’if im not nice enough to this pussy already”

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actually almost choked and died. THIS ^^^^ i am fucking obsessed. hes soooooo condescending with everything he does, especially his praises. even laughs and gives little taps to your cheeks.. maybe even 'complains' how you're so greedy wanting him to always be nice.

[sturnioz]

i watched this twitter porn vid recently (10/10 it’s long too i’ll try to find the link for u) and the girl randomly in the heat of the moment whimpered a super quiet “daddy” under her breath as he thrust up into her and he immediately came while saying “fuuuuuck daddy is crazyyyyy” and it’s exactly how i think chris would handle that situation if bun said it during sex (if she said it any other time he’d tell her to stop being fuckin weird. until that moment he didn’t know he actually liked it)

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SEND ME THAT RIGHT NOOOWWWWWW

[sturnioz]

this is the only way i ever see bun and chris kissing. he’s horny, as usual, she says she’s not in the mood. he’s faded enough to get an idea, thinking it over for a while before he thinks it’s worth it.

“wanna make out?”

“w-what?!”

“y’heard me kid, don’t piss me off”

of course bun gets so into it and chris is happy because he knows what he has planned, his hands gripping her ass as he rolls her hips down onto his clothed cock. blah blah it ends with her begging to be fucked and chris being like “nah bun, not in the mood” and throwing her off him so he can go jerk off in the bathroom. then he literally never does it again. (she thinks abt it constantly)

other than that i find it hard to picture any kissing unless chris is under a crazy influence, or the kind of pecks you’ve wrote about in the past, at least until lightning strikes him and turns him into a loverboy idk

(i love mean fb!chris this feels too nice)

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ok but 1. this is hot and my puss vibrating. 2. right !! its so hard to think abt chris kissing cos like .. idk. just doesnt seem like him. doesnt seem right ...

[sturnioz]

the people ask and i deliver, 33 minutes of twitter porn

https://x.com/ufreakyaddict/status/1853901254310998502?s=46&t=d6-oQ3srmtBCXmIg_VZZ7g

upon further investigation he may say “that is crazy” and not repeat daddy but honestly just as hot 10/10

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[ porn link ]

life saver. thank youuuu.. im definitely gonna write something abt this. (maybe i'll add the daddy part cos like ... thoughts are being thought yk)

[sturnioz]

matts halloween costume is sooooo shy!matt.

he was super nervous and thought people would think it’s a dumb idea, you loved it. you even gave him some of your makeup, he decided to do it himself since he couldn’t handle your dark eyes on his face for that long.

he doesn’t even last an hour in the costume, after some pictures and saying hi to like 5 friends at a party you’re dragging him home QUICK

i could actually write about this but i’m fried and i can’t think about matts halloween costume for too long without shaking

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shy!matt and you going at batman and catwoman.. also, i can imagine shy!matt being somewhat confident after a while, especially when he's at the party, and he's walking around, doing the batman voice like he did in todays video — but when you're around him, he ends up going quiet again cos the sight of you in your catwoman outfit is making him sweat.

its you that caves in first tho, seeing his piercing blue eyes stand out against the black eyeshadow, the locked jaw he does for pictures, overhearing that deep voice when he's messing around with his brothers/friends. yeah . you're dragging him out of the party and fucking him in the car sorry you're not making it home in time

[sturnioz]

the thought of matt sitting down in the mirror smudging eye makeup on has me genuinely tweaking the fuck out it’s been like a day im so horny cas he wants his dick sucked SOOOOO bad

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right !!!! cos imagining him looking all concentrated and shit.. tongue poking out, focussed eyes, using his fingers to smudge at the dark eyeshadow ... yeah my pussy throbbing :/

[sturnioz]

i physically cannot look at instagram rn cause it’s filled with matt at the prada show signing shit for fans and simply being the sexiest politest mf on earth and i can’t handle it anymore it’s making me permanently horny

also giving me chest pains

i’m sick cas i’m SICK

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i refuse to look at ANYTHING rn cos im on my period and i'll lose my fucking mind like i swear i'll start

[sturnioz]

for christmas matt pre paid a years worth of nail appointments for kitty — he’s sick of the back and forth cashapp wars every month that end with him blocking her — this way she has no choice but to let him pay :)

also merry christmas m’darlin’ 🤍

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merry late xmas !!! and yes absolutely. kitty would get all huffy and puffy, saying that she'll pay him back but he's rolling his eyes and waving her off like "be quiet 'n go get your nails done, baby."