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@sturnschris

𝓼𝓱𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸
𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼

ྀིྀ lily. chris sturniolos biggest whore. R‘n‘B & rap. vanilla. black girl. nigeria. austria. pinterest. pink. lace. modern family. snow. 4c hair. girls girl. giraffes. romeo + juliet. gold hoops. vinegar chips. my Ipad. cookie dough. lilies ❀. big tits.

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love ya!💋

this theme is heavily inspired by

@chrisweetheart @mattscoquette

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Take it”

You and Chris have had sex a thousand times, but this time, after a dirty comment you thought nothing of, Chris’ secret obsession comes to light

vibe check: pure smut, chris with a size kink, a tiny thing about it hurting in a good way, dirty talk, bigdick!chris, chris with a praise kink?, pet names, praise, creampie, reader cums from pen alone (the hayley's comet of sexual occurrences)

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A/N: I saw this and i knew what i had to do…BIG DICK CHRIS🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

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Cas you are so talented i just read the wedding frat special omg. You are so amazing i love you so so much its insane you need to write a book im sor excited for the series and everything else u are gonna write in the future!

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stop. holy fuck you're so sweet im gonna start sobbing. thats so NICE !!! i love you bad

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THE FRAT WEDDING SERIES SPECIAL.
the fake frat wedding event between shy!reader and fratboy!chris, written in fratboy!chris' perspectivea peek inside his mind.
tw. mentions of cocaine.

shy!reader's perspective. ╰› part one ꒱ ꒰ part two ꒱ ꒰ part three ꒱ ꒰ part four

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Eat it - Dealer!Chris x Stoner!Reader

In which...Angel tries to get Chris to eat her out...

Chris had you pinned under him, his mouth attacking yours in a frenzy, his hands trailing up and down your soft skin. His lips moved your jawline, leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck as you moaned softly. He nibbled at the sensitive spot of your neck, making you gasp.

Chris was phenomenal in bed. He always made you see stars, always knew exactly what to do to make you cum in minutes, whether it was with his fingers or his cock. But never his mouth.

The more he denied you, the more you yearned for it. Each time he kissed you, every time his tongue delicately slipped into your mouth, you wondered what it would feel like against your clit. Feeling him lapping against your pussy, his beard scratching against your inner thighs as he pried your legs open.

As he left soft kisses along your stomach, you began to feel eager. You couldn't wait anymore. Gently and somewhat inconspicuously, you pushed his head down, hoping he'd get the hint, but he refused to move, his mouth latching onto one of your breasts instead, repressing the soft grumble from how annoying you were being.

You whine, growing more and more desperate for him. You try pushing his head down once again, but all this does is aggravate him more. He sits up, looking at you with frustration.

"Fuck are you doin'?" He asks, pissed off and confused.

You look at him with wide eyes, sitting up against the headboard. "Nothing," you say, trying to hide the growing anxiety in your voice. "Wasn't doing anything."

"Fuck you keep pushin' my head down for?" He spits. "Acting all needy and shit."

You shrug, "I was trying to get you to go down on me."

He makes a noise in between a scoff and a laugh, shaking his head at you, "Fuck no."

You raise your eyebrows. You had never had a guy tell you he doesn't eat pussy, and t fact that he was proud of it left you more confused. "What?"

"I don't do that shit," he chuckles dryly, removing the rest of his clothes, the cool air leaving goosebumps on his pale skin. "Not with you, not with anybody. Definitely not with you."

Definitely not with you. His words rung in your ears and tugged at your heart, reminding you that your situation was just that: a situation. But, despite his cruelness, you still wanted to find out why he refused to go down on you. "Why not?" You ask, cocking your head, trying to maintain the sweetness in your voice and hide the exasperation.

Chris sighs, growing more irritated with the conversation, throwing his clothes off the edge of the bed. "You gonna keep askin' me questions or y'gonna let me fuck you?" he says bluntly.

You start to pout, before nodding slowly. A grin spreads across his face as he pulls you towards him, moving in between your legs as he spreads them apart, admiring how pretty you looked under him. The way your skin glowed under the purple lighting, the way your eyes were glossy from joint you shared earlier.

Teasing you, he rubs his tip over your slick folds, your pussy leaking with need as a soft whine escapes your lips. Coating himself with your arousal, he finally pushes into you, a groan leaving his own lips at the feeling of you stretching around him.

"Theere you go," he coos darkly, watching you throw your head back as he presses his thumb to your clit, earning a smirk from his lips. He knew he was the only one that got to see you fucked out like this, and it made the experience all the more valuable. "This all you need from me, ain't it angel?"

You nod, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as his nails dig into your hips. He always managed to make your brain go fuzzy, no matter what he said or did, he always made you feel so amazing. Your jaw goes slack, all that escapes your mouth is loud, shaky moans.

"Beggin' me to eat your pussy," Chris mutters to himself, his thrusts getting faster, almost as if he was trying to take out his irritation from the prior conversation. "Like this dick ain't enough. Like m'your fuckin' boyfriend or some shit." He grits through his teeth, his voice rough and harsh.

You hear his words, but refuse to acknowledge them in the moment. You were blinded by the pleasure he was giving you, your senses being overun by the feeling of him in your guts. Whatever he was saying would be for you to obsess over in the morning. But right now, all you cared about, all you needed, was Chris.

pairings : dove x fratboy!chris!

content: them meeting for the first time.

warnings: none!

a/n: IF YOU LIKE THIS BLURB INTERACTION WITH THIS POST CAN HELP!! im so inlove with this pairing! haven’t posted in tooo long 😔

inspired by the most talented @sturnioz 💋

love ya!💋

the music is pounding, the walls practically vibrating, and the smell of beer and sweat is starting to stick to your clothes. people are all over the place—laughing, yelling, stumbling past you. you grip your car keys, feeling more out of place with each second, searching the crowd for your friend. she begged you to come. “just for a second, i left my jacket here last night.” but as soon as you stepped inside, she disappeared, leaving you stranded in the chaos of a frat party. you’ve seen him around. chris. he’s leaning back on the couch, half-hidden by his hood, his rings flashing as he messes with a lighter. when his eyes meet yours, there’s that brief flicker of recognition. you freeze for a second, but he just watches you with a slight smirk, like he’s trying to place where he’s seen you. then, like it doesn’t matter, he shrugs. “didn’t think you’d be the type to show up here.” you shift on your feet, uncomfortable. “waiting for my friend.” he takes a drag from his joint, eyes scanning you with an almost lazy interest. “yeah, i can tell. you don’t really fit in here.” you lift your chin. “i’m not trying to.” he snorts. “i know. not your kinda scene, dove.” your brows furrow. “dove?” he tilts his head, studying you. “yeah,” he mutters. “like a dove in a sewer.” your stomach twists. “what does that even mean?” he shrugs. “means you don’t belong in this kinda mess, all clean n’ pretty.” he tilts his head, like he’s trying the name out. “dove,” he repeats, testing it. “you like it?” you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. you just nod, feeling a little weird under his gaze. chris leans back, clearly amused. “yeah you do.” he taps the side of his joint on the table, then looks over at you. “sit down, dove.” you hesitate for a moment, and he raises an eyebrow. “m’not askin’.” you sit down beside him, keeping your hands in your lap, unsure whether to speak or just stay quiet. he doesn’t seem to mind either way.

a/n: im flopping so hard but i love making these so hope you enjoy!

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INTRODUCING: RAPPER!CHRIS X SINGER!READER .ᐟ

a/n: all my writings are for POC, non-POC readers you can interact but keep in mind this is meant for POC, thank u <3!

singer!reader, 'bambi' — it girl. untouchable, unforgettable. gold hoops & iced-out nameplate. vanilla musk lingering on silk sheets. high heels clicking against marble floors. lipgloss stains on martini glasses. soft brown lips, sharp words. voice like velvet, stare like a warning. private jets, penthouse views, luxury laced in every detail. baby hairs laid, french tips flawless. sits front row at his shows, sings along to the songs about her. she’s his muse, his obsession, his undoing. bambi isn’t just a name—it’s a life

rapper!chris, 'CHRI$’ — smooth talker. blunt always lit. deep bass voice. rap game’s finest. iced-out wrist & chrome hearts rings. baggy jeans & designer kicks. rides with tinted windows. always smells like dior sauvage & trouble. stacks on stacks. late-night studio sessions. beats hitting heavy. boston accent sharp. intimidating but soft for bambi. tattoo of her eyes on his arm. custom chain with her name. fresh love, realest kind. protective as hell. hands on her ass, gentle touch. whispers lyrics in her ear. king of the industry.

taglist .ᐟ @eth6real

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