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For those of y’all who bash people for not being consistent with uploading content on here,

just know that this app is always something secondary. It should never be a priority for anyone, creators and consumers alike.

If you’re worried about people’s upload/update schedules on this app in particular, you all need to find a life outside of it, and I’m being deadly serious. This app should be the last thing on your minds, let alone fanfiction or fanart in general.

Yes, these writers are talented as fuck. Obviously. But they have personal lives outside of this app. And their personal lives outside of this app are always a priority. If they don’t upload content at a time they promised, it’s because they have a fucking life, a job, family, friends, partners, maybe even kids that are their priorities outside of writing fanfiction or creating fanart or whateverthefuck.

Again, if a writer or whoever isn’t uploading content at a certain time, that should not be a problem ever. Idk who gave you the complex that these writers and such are on your time. No, bruh, this is just their hobby or something they do for fun or for creative writing practice.

Go find jobs and get off this app if you think these writers should bend their schedules and asses over for you.

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𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃

in which . . . mean!chris fingers you in the library stacks, licking you stupid until you cum all over his hand, dazed and trembling

Chris is popular. Loud. The kind of boy who walks through the halls like he owns them, always flanked by his friends, laughing too loud, chewing gum with zero respect for the rules. He’s tall, tan, always in trouble, and never takes anything seriously. You’d never think someone like him would even look twice at someone like you. But he did. Or maybe he was just desperate to pass algebra.

He asked for tutoring with that cocky little smirk, voice slick with fake innocence. You had said yes because you were polite, because your teacher encouraged it, because even though he was mean, he was also stupidly beautiful, and it made your stomach flutter when he looked at you like that. You’d suggested the library. Quiet, safe. He’d just grinned. But he hasn’t touched his textbook once.

Now, you’re tucked between the shelves, hidden in the far back, where the older reference books gather dust and no one really wanders. It’s secluded. Still, it’s risky. And your heart thunders with every creak of the floorboards. but now The library is quiet, sun leaking through the tall windows in buttery streaks, dust dancing in the light. But you’re not in one of the open study areas—you’re tucked between the shelves, hidden in the far back, where the older reference books gather dust and no one really wanders. It’s secluded. Still, it’s risky. And your heart thunders with every creak of the floorboards.

You’re pressed back against a shelf, spines digging into your back, the hard edge of the metal uncomfortable against your shoulder blades. But you barely notice. Your glasses are slipping down your nose, breath shallow and fast. Chris is crouched between your legs, big hands pinning your thighs wide apart, and he’s got that awful, smug look on his face—the one that makes your stomach flip and your knees weak. ❝Stop squirming, nerd,❞ he mutters, mouth already glistening, eyes dark and hungry. ❝You’re the one who wore this little skirt.❞

You try to speak—some small protest, a whisper maybe—but it comes out as a pathetic little gasp when he hooks your panties to the side and dives back in like he owns you. His tongue licks a long, slow stripe up your cunt, and your knees threaten to buckle. ❝Don’t make a sound,❞ he warns lowly, pausing just long enough to drag his fingers through your slick and push two into you, slow and deep. ❝Unless you want someone to come see what the school nerd gets up to during study hall.❞

You shake your head frantically, biting your sleeve to muffle the pitiful whimper that escapes when his thumb circles your clit. You’re so wet already, soaking through the thin cotton of your panties, and it’s humiliating how easily you take his long fingers, how loud the wet sounds are in this quiet, sacred space. He chuckles against you, lips brushing your inner thigh. ❝Thought you were supposed to be shy, baby. Didn’t think you’d let me finger you in the damn library.❞

You look down at him through thick lashes, face burning, completely unable to form words. You’ve never done anything like this—never even thought you’d let someone see you like this. But Chris is relentless. Mean, cocky, gorgeous. His dark hair falls into his eyes as he works, mouth open and panting softly against your heat, licking messily like he knows how ruined it makes you. He flattens his tongue, dragging it over your clit again and again until your head thumps back against the bookshelf behind you. ❝Fuck,❞ he mutters, voice muffled, ❝tastes even better than I thought. Are you going to cum already?❞

Your thighs shake, and you try to close them, but he just grips tighter, spreading you even more. He slips another finger in, groaning at how tight your hole clenches around him, soaking and fluttering, sucking his fingers back in every time he pulls them out. ❝None of that, sweetheart,❞ he growls, curling his fingers inside you with practiced precision. ❝Take it. Be a good little slut and let me make you cum.❞

You cry out, barely holding it in, face buried in the crook of your elbow as you tremble. His fingers fuck into you fast now, slick and filthy, knuckles deep as he chases the way your pussy flutters and clenches. He tongues your clit at the same time—nasty and focused, licking you stupid, tongue soft and quick while his fingers thrust into your weeping cunt. Your free hand finds his hair, gripping and tugging, hips grinding shamelessly against his face.

❝Chris—❞ you sob out, ❝gonna—❞ ❝Yeah? Cum on my fingers, nerd. Let that pretty little pussy show me how grateful she is.❞ The coil in your belly tightens, then snaps all at once, your body jerking as you cum hard around his fingers, your tight little hole spasming, clenching and pulsing with desperate, wet sounds. Your thighs tremble, glasses slipping crooked on your nose, eyes wide and glassy.

He keeps going through it, mean and slow, licking between your folds like he wants every drop, tongue circling your clit again as your overstimulated hole sucks his fingers back in, milking them. Then finally, finally, he pulls back, fingers slipping from your pussy with a filthy squelch, licking them clean like he’s still hungry.

❝You should be thanking me, nerd,❞ he says, standing and dragging his thumb over your bottom lip. ❝Best tutoring session you’ve ever had.❞ And you just nod, dazed and flushed, clutching your notebook to your chest like it’ll keep you steady, brain still too foggy to remember your own name, let alone the equations you were supposed to be studying.

𝐋𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 . . .  based on this ask, sorry if this is bad

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 . . .  @chrepsi @ph3ebssturniolo @sturnsxbbyeilish @j21l91 @pip4444chris

⌗ © sturniphone

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HOLY FUCK

I drew Matt td 'cause we had a power outage and didn't have any wifi for hours

(none of them are fully finished but whatever)

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I wasn’t insulting you for being a virgin. I was criticizing the inaccuracies in your writing, which seem to come from your lack of experience. You say some wild things about the triplets.

my thing is, it’s not just me. i’m not gonna keep going over this topic bc you guys say things and hide behind the anonymous thing so, you technically did use it as an insult if you just admitted to me that you dislike my post because i say “wild things” you guys constantly target me and for what?? there’s ppl on here and off of here who has done worse.

i deadass got a rape threat. like what more do you guys want from me?? you come from twitter just to make my life more miserable

now i understand why ppl kill themselves

tag list🎀

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i genuinely thought i was hallucinating for a second who is this grown ass man on my screen and why are my drawls down

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“time for a haircut” my pussys saying no

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fratboy!chris uses shy!readers tummy to sort out his edibles and package them, but when one thing leads to another...

based off this ask.

you're lying still as you possibly can, your body pliant beneath chris' touch as your gaze stays fixed on his hands, watching as he sorts the colourful edible gummies scattered across your tummy, acting like some sort of human countertop.

one by one, he groups them by colour—reds with reds, greens with greens, oranges with oranges, and so forth—before carefully sealing them into small plastic bags only for him to start the process all over again.

earlier, you had been far too energetic for chris to deal with; something about today just put a spring in your step, leaving you happy and buzzing as you bounced around the room—feet thumping against the floor and words tumbling from your lips in an endless stream until chris snapped, forcing you to remain still and quiet in promise of a treat later.

it worked.

you had laid down and stilled instantly.

those sweet, strawberry-flavoured lollipops that you love so much—the ones that he refuses to tell you where he gets them from—was enough to keep you obedient for the time being, but now, you're beginning to get a little fussy.

"stay," he warns you as you shift slightly, causing a few gummies to roll out of place. you let out a huff, but his eyes snap to yours, narrowing. "watch it."

"i don't want to do this anymore," you murmur, your lips pushing into a pout, yet despite your words, you don't actually move—apart from your eyes which flit back down to the gummies scattered across your tummy. "what flavour are the red ones?"

"raspberry." he answers flatly, not looking up from his task.

"why not strawberry?"

"'cos they're raspberry."

you pause for a moment before asking another, "what flavour are the green ones?"

"watermelon." he says, not missing a beat.

"why not apple? greens are usually—"

"bun." he hisses at you through clenched teeth, glaring at you.

the warning in his voice makes you press your lips together into a tight line, silencing yourself on instinct. you're left in the quietness of the room again, the only sound heard is the faint rustling of the bags that chris fills and moves to the side.

you can feel yourself getting antsy again, and before long, you're lightly wiggling your foot and toes, trying to shake off that stuck, heaving feeling of staying still for so long.

chris doesn't speak, but he notices, and he shuffles forward, his waist pressing down against your foot to pin it in place. the weight is firm, and it stops you immediately, but the pout on your face deepens—your brows knitting together as you peer down at him again.

the question slips out before you even realise it, "what flavour are the yellow ones?"

"lemon." his tone is flat again, like the answer should've been completely obvious, but you don't take the hint of the annoyance in his tone.

"do you think they make banana ones?"

"probably."

"i like bananas."

"i know."

for a moment, you're quiet again, now staring up at the ceiling. usually, you're fine with quietness, you didn't mind it every now and then. but for whatever reason, this time you didn't like it—it was strange.

was it because he was doing something, admittingly so, intimate? of course he wouldn't see it that way, he never will. to you it felt intimate—having to lay here, completely still, letting him use a part of your body to 'help' him do something.

well, it wasn't exactly to 'help' him—you were just irritating him with your energy, he wanted you to calm down. it should make you a little upset, but the thought of the treat he promised to give you after all this is completed makes you feel a lot better, a smile finding its way across your face.

however, the smile falters when you feel something wet and warm graze across your tummy, and your attention shoots down, the muscles in your core tensing as you watch chris mouth at the leftover gummies—his tongue flicking across your skin in his path.

"w-what are you—"

"shh." he interrupts you, hovering over another gummy before taking it into his mouth, his warm breath causing goosebumps to rise.

you squirm beneath him, your own breathing quickening as his lips brush against your navel, using his tongue to lick at a stray gummy resting over your belly button—chewing it slowly as he makes his way further down.

without warning, as usual, chris shoves his face between your thighs, his nose pressing against your underwear and you gasp, a strangled noise following as his tongue darts out, licking a slow path along the already damp fabric of your panties.

your hands fidget at your sides, fingers twisting in the bedsheets, your broken whimpers filling the room as he hooks his fingers beneath the band, pulling your soaked panties—all thanks to his tongue—to the side to expose your puffy pussy to the cool air, causing you to shiver.

he dives in, mouth attaching to your slick folds, tongue working its familiar magic over your clit, his arms curling around your thighs to keep you still for him to feast. your hips jerk involuntarily, uncontrollably noises seeping past your lips as your head falls back.

you're lost in the sensation already, tummy sucking in with large gasps of air, your spine arching off the bed as your toes curl in your socks—thighs trembling beneath his hold as you squirm again, unable to control the movement of your body as his tongue dips in and out of you, slurping you up so loudly that you throw your arm over your face to cover it.

"don't hide from me, bun," he speaks against your pussy, the vibrations making a whimper fall from your lips. "y'know i don't like that shit. watch me."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

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eats his butt

the little wink??? UGH need him.

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Saying that the triplets are misogynistic/sexist is fucking stupid.

But, of course, that doesn’t excuse the way that they speak about women/girls in their conversations (and even the exaggerated conversations on camera), and the impact it can have on people who are unfamiliar with their content / those who may genuinely be impacted by that rhetoric.

Two things can be true at once, and I feel like we forget this.

We forget that humans beings are multifaceted. Someone can be a nice person, but still have certain behaviors that can be wrong/microaggresive/unfair/prejudiced, and/or promote these harmful ways of thinking/behaving.

I'm writing a whole damn essay on this because I have time, I'm on break, and I do enjoy these boys' content to the point where I can call them out for harmful words/behavior without bias.

These men have shown numerous times their admiration for women and their bodies- not just the women they have close personal connections to, but also those who are their peers, those who are fans of theirs, and just the general population of women and girls. There are multiple clips** of them speaking highly and positively of women/girls in their personal lives, female fans' own accounts of experiences with them, and just the way the boys speak about women in general.

**Note: I mention the use of clips as the main evidence here since clips are what have started this conversation in the first place- some as examples of their positive behavior, and some as examples of their negative words.

That being said, however, some of their conversations where women/girls are the subjects are too aggressive and violent. Yes, we know damn well- based on previous rhetoric and behaviors they've shown around women/girls on and off camera- that the boys would never intentionally harm a woman/girl for simply being a woman/girl. However, that doesn't really mean anything since their words can be harmful and incite the ideas that "you can hit a woman, even if you are a man", or "you can make jokes about hitting a woman as a man".

Some of the words they've used are along the lines of literal murder and physical harm, all because the women/girls in the situations were of inconvenience to them in those situations. Yes, they were frustrated in those situations, but using that form of vernacular is simply extra as fuck. Like, we get it, she called you a 13-year old boy. But joking about shanking her is extra and simply wrong.

Even using the word "bitch" in these scenarios can be harmful, since it can present itself as if those boys actually believe that women are female dogs who need to be put on a leash, caged, and bred (since that's literally the history of why bitch has been used to describe female Homo sapiens). It is a real problem to use that term in the contexts of which they say it, since they are using it in situations where women are of inconvenience, as I've stated before. And historically, since the dawn of that word's etymology, whenever a woman was an inconvenience to men, she was called a... Fill in the blank.

Another argument that can be used here is "but they say things like this about men as well, so it's equal game". My rebuttal to that is simply "That's not the point". Saying the same things about a non-marginalized group does not clear you from being guilty of saying these things about marginalized groups that can have real detrimental impacts (in this situation, we are referring to women). That's like a white guy arguing to a rightfully offended black man, "Oh, I call everybody ghetto, so you shouldn't be offended just because I called you ghetto." The point in that situation is that the word "ghetto" is actually derogatory and has been used for centuries to put down black/brown groups. So in the context of using harmful words about women, the issue is the fact that you're saying them about a woman.

Not to put my own experiences or accounts into this as a sort of "defense" (because I'm definitely not defending them and you'll see how and why as you continue to read this paragraph), but growing up in the Northeast of the United States, the way the triplets speak is common for a lot of men, especially white men. They don't have a sense of their words being either a potential trigger for women/girls around them or that those words can be a catalyst for harmful, misogynistic behavior, simply because some of them claim they would never do this, or because they genuinely have never done this. Actions speak louder than words, duh, but in their case (including the triplets), rhetoric plays a big role in the influence of those actions, and the results can be horrible, even if the actions are not being done by those who originally spoke those words.

If the boys ain't aware of this shit now, they gotta be aware of it by damn well tomorrow because they are in the public eye, and it is simply harmful for them to speak the ways they do on a major, public platform, especially to an impressionable group who makes up the most of their demographic (tween/teen white people).

And Nick is not exempt because he's gay, by the way. I've seen this argument be used to support Nick not being a misogynist/sexist too many times, and it is simply the dumbest statement to use in that argument. A gay man can still be misogynistic/sexist, and can still use harmful rhetoric about women. They are still men.

I still like and appreciate the boys and their content, which is why I even put in some time to write all this shit, even if it ain't gonna be posted on other platforms, and even if they won't ever see this.

And if they don't see this, hopefully there's some people in their corner who can be a buffer for the boys to realize their mistakes and hold themselves accountable. Hopefully they can educate themselves on these topics and change their game?

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how did i just notice chris followed hamzah on instagram

oh AND martin HELL YES 😭😭🔥🔥

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pilot Matt is 🫦

21 pilots

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he looks light and fluffy like a cloud i wanna lick up and down his body

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i’ve prayed for times like these

NSFW ALPHABET ; FRATBOY!CHRIS AND SHY!READER EDITION .ᐟ

﹙☆﹚ A ─ AFTERCARE. (what are they like after sex?)

aftercare with chris isn't over the top or sweet. after sex, he'll part from you and tell you to go pee while he'll search for his boxers. if sex was messy—meaning bodily fluids leave sticky patches all over skin—he'll go shower and drag you along with him whether your legs are working or not. he doesn't cuddle you or play with your hair, that isn't him. he may get you both water to rehydrate, but that's about it.

﹙☆﹚ B ─ BODY PART. (favourite body part on each other)

chris' favourite body part on you is your pussy and your ass, maybe your thighs too. he loves grabbing and/or fucking either of the three. he gets hard seeing his cock slide between your thighs when he's not ready to fuck you yet. he gets hard when his hand meets your ass for a few hefty spanks or gropes, hearing you squeal and watching you squirm. he especially gets hard when he's playing with your pussy after a long, tiresome day or even a boring day—likes how puffy and wet she gets when he's touching her.

your favourite body part on chris is his hands. there's just something about him doing things so mundane like rolling joints, cracking his knuckles, rubbing his temples or jaw when he's annoyed/frustrated with you, drumming his fingers against surfaces, sliding on his rings after showering or even using them on you. you're not entirely sure where this interest had sprouted from, but it's something that makes your knees weak.

﹙☆﹚ C ─ CUM. (anything to do with cum)

chris prefers to cum deep inside you, loves the feeling of your tender inner walls rippling around his cock as he drains his balls, only to watch it spill out of you later when he pulls out of you. but chris isn't against getting a little messy from time to time, in fact, he loves it. cumming all over your face, leaving thick ropes of white streaking down your cheeks. cumming all over your chest and breasts, watching it heave after a rough pounding, and even cumming all over your ass and pussy.

﹙☆﹚ D ─ DIRTY SECRET. (a dirty secret of theirs)

he hasn't told you this, not because he's ashamed or anything, but because it's never been brought up in a conversation and he's never really had the need to tell you. chris has 'stolen' a lot of your panties, meaning you've left a few pairs over at the frat and he's never bothered to tell you—especially the lacy lingerie type ones that have specifically been bought for you to wear during sex. you wear them once before they've disappeared, but you've never noticed or asked if he has seem them... so he doesn't really count it as 'stealing'.

﹙☆﹚ E ─ EXPERIENCE. (how experienced are they?)

chris undoubtedly has a lot more experience than you do. he's been with a lot of women while you've only been with him. he knows exactly what he's doing, and he's very confident in his abilities. he's also known in the frat house, and actually around college, for being good at sex—it feeds his ego.

you had zero experience, absolutely none. all your 'knowledge' came from reading romance books and watching a few porn videos that made you a little too flustered to continue watching. you're still not super experienced even after hooking up with chris for so long, but you're definitely less inexperienced than you was.

﹙☆﹚ F ─ FAVOURITE POSITION.

chris' favourite positions are; doggy style, prone bone, mating press, full nelson—mainly anything that either has him pounding into you from behind or having you squished against him, unable to crawl away from his cock when he's making you feel too good that you can't handle it anymore.

you're pretty simple, your favourite position is missionary. you like cowgirl too, but it's a rare occurrence and sometimes your thighs/knees get too sore.

﹙☆﹚ G ─ GOOFY. (are they serious or humorous?)

there’s barely any humour when it comes to sex with chris. he’s not cracking a joke and trying to make you laugh, he’s getting straight to the point and that point is getting his dick wet and making you both cum. sometimes you can’t help but let out nervous giggles or if you’re feeling ticklish in a certain area he touches with his mouth or fingers. but he just stares at you unimpressed and tells you to shut up before going back to whatever he was doing.

﹙☆﹚ H ─ HAIR. (how well groomed are they? preferred preference?)

chris keeps himself well-groomed, sometimes he'll go bare if he wants but 99% of the time, he'll just trim it all neatly. it's what makes him feel more comfortable.

he doesn't give a fuck if you've shaven or not, it doesn't bother him and it never will. if you've got a full bush, he doesn't care. if you've trimmed it to how you prefer, he doesn't care. if you've shaved/waxed it all off, he does. not. give. a. fuck. it's a pussy at the end of the day and he's still going to fuck/eat it.

﹙☆﹚ I ─ INTIMACY. (how are they during the moment? overall romance aspect)

chris is not going to be romantic. he's not your boyfriend. he's not going to hold your hand and whisper loving words into your ears. he's not going to hold you in his arms and tells you he loves you, and he's absolutely not going to kiss you.

﹙☆﹚ J ─ JERKING OFF. (how often does he do it?)

chris jerks himself off a lot. he's constantly horny and in need to get off, and sometimes you're not around for him to sink into your mouth or pussy, so he's using his hand to pump his cock and get himself off to either porn or pictures/videos he's taken of you two in a album on his phone. other times he'll jerk himself off in the shower where he finally gets his alone time from the frat brothers roaming around the house and making too much noise.

﹙☆﹚ K ─ KINKS. (their kinks)

chris is the more kinkier one out of the two of you, and his kinks include: dacryphilia, corruption, orgasm denial, overstimulation, spanking and slapping, breeding kink, cockwarming, face fucking, finger sucking, a little biting and hair pulling.

﹙☆﹚ L ─ LOCATION. (favourite place to have sex)

chris would have sex anywhere. he doesn't have his limits, he doesn't give a fuck. but you do. you prefer privacy during moments like that, so the most used location would be either his or your bedroom, that's where the most action happens. sometimes he'll fuck you in the shower at the frat, curling his palm over your mouth to shut up your whining about being caught' or head—not that it matters anyway, you've been vocal and loud plenty of times in bed where anyone could hear.

he did try and fuck you on your couch once when no one was home, and he almost succeeded until the front door swung open and your roommate walked in. chris was nonchalant about it, didn't even bat an eyelid with his cock out, but the image of you bolting to your bedroom still makes him tease you about it to this day.

﹙☆﹚ M ─ MOTIVATION. (what turns them on?)

chris is pretty simple to turn on. seeing you suck on a lollipop that he's given you to keep you quiet and content? he's hard. seeing you get so shy and flustered over something he's doing or saying? he's hard. hearing you whine about something gets him annoyed and irritated at first, but remembering that's exactly how you sounded when he was pumping into you the night before? yeah, he's hard.

going back to his hands, you get turned on whenever he does something with them. you have no idea what it is or why it even happens, but your panties get so sticky and you struggle to regulate your breathing when he's using his hands for something so simple and normal. it's embarrassing for you to admit and truthfully you never will—you're too nervous to say it.

﹙☆﹚ N ─ NO. (what they wouldn't do/turn offs)

even if chris is open-minded, the biggest turn off for him is becoming a sub. he can never sub for anyone, especially not you. the thought of not being in control sends him into a spiral—almost a panic-like state. don't ever ask him to do that.

one of your biggest turn offs is extreme pain. you're okay with a a few spanks, slaps and slight hair pulls, but any form of genuine harm turns you off immediately. also, another turn off for you is threesomes. having to show your naked and vulnerable self to one person already makes you nervous and flustered, you can't even begin to imagine showing it to someone else too.

﹙☆﹚ O ─ ORAL. (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc...)

chris is a big fan of receiving. watching you kneel in front of him or lay between his legs on the bed with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, drool seeping from the corners of your lips and your eyes puffy with tears gets him going. it's one of his favourite sights to see.

however, he also likes giving. he's known for not only being good at sex but being good at eating pussy too. loves holding you down, pressing your knees to your chest and putting his mouth on you—using his fingers when needed, but usually, his tongue already does the job perfectly. it feeds his ego when you're squirming and mewling, alternating between pulling and pushing his head away because you're unsure what to do with yourself.

﹙☆﹚ P ─ PACE. (fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

chris is always fast and rough. he's drilling into you like it's the last time he'll ever fuck someone. he's listening to the sounds of his hips slapping against yours, the bed frame creaking beneath your weights, the headboard slamming against the wall. he'll never get sensual with you, but there are moments where he's going slow when he's high or drunk—his hips rolling against yours, his cock sliding in and out lazily, rocking you languidly into the bed.

﹙☆﹚ Q ─ QUICKES. (their opinions and how often it happens)

you're not really a fan of quickies, only because it leaves you feeling sticky and messy. chris loves them, though. he's always pulling you upstairs into his room or bathroom, bending you over and filling your cunt with his cock before spilling inside you just before a party begins or even if he has to do something else.

﹙☆﹚ R ─ RISK. (do they take risks?)

chris will 100% take risks, he's a big risk-taker. you on the other hand? you're not. taking risks scare you, and it really depends on your mood if you're willing to partake in something so scandalous and possibly embarrassment worthy—especially if you get caught.

﹙☆﹚ S ─ STAMINA. (how long can they last?)

chris can go for a long time. he's always had really good stamina throughout his life, considering he was very energetic and sporty as a kid, and thanks to that, he can last a long time doing physical activities in the bedroom. you get overly sensitive and stimulated really quickly, so you're always asking chris to slow down during the second or third round... but he always tells you that you can handle it. you're a big girl.

although, if he's not sober while fucking you, his stamina is unfortunately not the best. he'll only last one round.

﹙☆﹚ T ─TOYS. (do they own or use any sex toys?)

you don't own any toys. you're not against them or anything, but the thought of walking into a sex store or even purchasing one online, makes you feel nervous—worried that someone will know (even though it's completely normal).

chris owns a few toys. he has a fleshlight which he obviously uses for himself, but he also owns a vibrator and a butt plug with a little bunny tail on the end. both of those are constantly used on you.

﹙☆﹚ U ─ UNFAIR. (how much they like to tease)

the teasing chris does to you is completely unfair. he's condescendingly cooing and mocking you, he'll edge you until the tears are bubbling in your eyes, he'll pat your face to get you to use your words whenever you're too dumbed out from his cock. a thrill shoots through him when you're all whiney and mewling, becoming so pliant beneath him.

﹙☆﹚ V ─ VOLUME. (how loud are they?)

he's not super loud at the start, he's mostly talking to you, speaking lewdly just to see you get all shy and flustered. he eventually does make noises—grunts, groans, and moans that get louder when he's getting close to cumming. he's only whined a few times, but he's never remembered them. you won't bring that up because you know he'll shut it down and wont believe you.

﹙☆﹚ W ─ WILD CARD. (random headcanon)

you accidentally bit chris once. you're not entirely sure how it happened, but one moment you were overstimulated and the next your teeth were nibbling down on his arm—creating small, red indents in his skin. chris looked at you incredulously, his eyebrows raised and eyes in a sharp glare that made you regret ever biting him even if you didn't mean it. but chris was quick to put you in your place, shoving his fingers far down your throat and making you gag while rearranging your insides.

﹙☆﹚ X ─ X-RAY. (what's going on in fratboy!chris' pants?)

chris is big—bigger than you'd ever thought. lengthy with suitable girth that fills your insides and stretches you out even to this day. it hangs heavy, always showing a prominent lump whenever he's wearing boxers, shorts or sweatpants. you always struggle to take him inside, feeling that burn between your thighs when he pushes into your pussy, and your jaw always aches when you take him into your mouth.

you vividly remember feeling it for the first time, how your eyes almost bulged out of your head in shock when you felt it brush against your ass when he brushed passed you. you also vividly remember seeing it for the first time, watching him unbuckle his pants and pushed them down—cock springing hard and free. it was a scary sight, and you were almost certain that it wasn't going to fit. chris made it fit, though. he always does.

﹙☆﹚ Y ─ YEARNING. (how high is their sex drive?)

chris' sex drive is higher than yours. he's always down to fuck—he'd fuck you every single day if you weren't so busy and focused on other things. 90% of the time he's horny, but even within that 10% where he's not in the mood, he can get hard pretty quickly just from seeing a certain part of you (ass/thighs) or even when he teases you and sees you pout and whine.

﹙☆﹚ Z ─ Zzz. (how fast they fall asleep afterwards)

you're always the one to fall asleep first. sure, there's been a lot of moments where he's fallen asleep before you because he's feeling exhausted and drained, but mainly it's you knocking out first. chris stays awake for a certain amount of time, either leaning against his headboard to smoke a joint or laying down and fucking around with his phone.

divider credits. @issysh3ll

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i might just have to change my whole theme to base it around this picture what the fuck he’s pretty

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why does he look like an actual angel from heaven like is he even real is this ai

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